Post by John Harding on Aug 14, 2011 5:25:47 GMT -5
The Akaiyan tribesman chose not to throw himself into the candidate mix. Jonah's diplomacy skills were lacking somewhat and he decided he'd help in another way, once the votes were cast and the council was up and running.
Grayell had let everyone had their say and was content with the proceedings. Looks like it was time to move forward. He climbed onto the bench he had sat on earlier in order to be sure he had everyone's attention.
Alright folks, you have your nominees. If you've no more questions, then it is time to move on. Whether or not you care for a council, I suggest you take this opportunity to have your say. No use bitching about it later if you didn't take the opportunity to vote. It will go like this.
Each person present will vote for one of the nominees here. You cannot vote for yourself. We will select 3 nominees in total.
Once those 3 nominees are chosen, they will be your council board. Each of those representatives will be allowed to choose ONE adviser, and the other 2 council members must approve of their choice.
This was we can assure that all interests are represented within Wistvale, understood? If so, then go ahead an make your votes now.
Serenity, Orp, Zaedus, Daenien, Alec and myself. Jercho is being killed off.)
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Post by John Harding on Aug 14, 2011 16:07:33 GMT -5
One vote. Six Candidates.
Jonah had a tough decision to make; he didn't know these people at all and only had what he had heard to go on. Some of the candidates appealed to Jonah more than the others, allowing him to whittle the six down to two.
Wistvale needed someone who was strong, dedicated and experienced.
Post by Ránëwén Lossëhelin on Aug 14, 2011 16:08:34 GMT -5
She watched the sun; it arched ever so slowly in time with the invisible rotational force of the planet. Ducking behind homes, shops and run-down buildings, rays speckled and flushed the ground in the shadows of those gathered. They danced as each person spoke in turn and she watched them as if their blotched darkness was telling an entirely different story. Where some saw aptitude, courage, perhaps even honesty, she saw fear; a reflection of it in her own eyes as tiny sparks of light crossed them. Lids closing, she blinked and the crowd came into view once more. She remembered the journey, the smell of salt and the spray of the sea.
The air was filled with allegiances. The merchants backed each other. The noble-lady backed the man. He had revealed the most about himself, opened his heart to strangers. Sure it could have been all lies, of that she was all too aware. However, confidence and that wink of passion in his eyes revealed truth, or what she wanted to believe was truth. In such a town she had to hope for it. Otherwise, as a foreigner, as a person of an alien-race even, she would be the one to be mistrusted, mistreated. If she could not trust, only a target she would make out of herself.
Here, silence was a virtue, servitude was trust. She would not move, would not speak. Not until the last votes had been cast and those whom could potentially become threats would be lost in a sea of traveling crowd. Late in the day it was becoming, after this, some would have to turn in, but perhaps others would return to work and their families.
Simeon was surprised the noble lady hadn't been voted for yet. It was almost as if the others knew something about her that he didn't. Did she have a bad reputation in this town? Simeon believed she would be a very valuable asset to the council since she not only represented those with high aspersions but also the women of the town.
"My vote is for the once noble Lady--err..." He turned to find her in the crowd, "I'm sorry, but I can't even begin to recall your name. Could you give it to us once more?"
Serenity blushed, trying to remember if she did mention her name at all. The whole ordeal was so sudden she perhaps never thought to bring it up. At the beginning of the day she was simply cleaning up her little home, and now she was running for council and might soon be a representative for these people.
"Forgive me sir, my name is Serenity."
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Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Auron had listened carefully to each speech. Although some spoke little, it meant that they were more qualified in his opinion. Better to get straight to the point than waste time adding on to what needed to be said. However, even of those who said little he didn't feel connected to any. Before he had been given the chance to vote, he had somewhat of a dislike for Grayell. He knew not why, maybe it was some of the things he had said earlier, but he just couldn't bring himself to vote for him. But after his speech, although he felt it a bit too much, he felt convicted. At the end of the day, this man reminded Auron somewhat of himself, or at least the man's past. He worked for everything and was never given anything back, just like Auron. All the others seemed to have had life handed to them, as with Serenity, while he had to work for it. So Auron announced from his position at the back of the crowd.