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2000 Hours; Presidential Palace; Grenval City, Grenval

"Just an average Grenvali."
As President George considered his campainge slogan, sitting on a couch in front of a television, watching GNN, he considered how true it was. All across Grenval, the eight-hundred odd million citizens were doing the same.

On one side of him, the president had his wife, on the other, his son. His wife, a beautiful woman, whose eyes seemed to reside in a reality outside of time, had her shoulder on her husband's head. His son looked startiling different from both his parents. He had not inherited his father's thick hair or his mother's timeless eyes. His ashen hair and nearly white eyes gave him a look bordering upon the undead. Only his cruel lips showed signs of life, their handsomeness seemed absurd upon his grey face. A ruby in the rough.

The commericial ended, and a pleasant woman came on the screen. "And the preliminaries are out. President George, the incubent, has an astonishing twenty point lead. In all likeliness, this will result in a landslide victory for our current president."

Her voice trailed on, but it was of no importance. The president had heard all he needed. "Landslide victory." Those two beautiful words. He went to sleep that night with a light heart, filled with joy. Unfortunately, he never awoke.

((OOC: Is what happened what I think happened?))

((OOC: Is what happened what I think happened?))

[OOC - Unlikely, as I have no idea what you could be referring to.]

0700 Hours; Presidential Palace; Grenval City, Grenval

Outside, the air was cold and dry. The ashen dust of the sky mixed into the hair of the president's son. He stood there in the blistering cold, the wind whipped his face, and although his hair tossed about as if a ship at sea, it was invisible to the crowd, creating the effect as if the head of Devlin George was cut off above his grey eyebrows. Devlin stood in front of several microphones, and he cleared his throat, as if royalty. Of course, royalty he was, not in the sense of a king, but in a society of wealth, the Georges were the aspiration of all. With his throat now clear, Devlin began to make his speach, his clear, dry eyes gazing hawk like over the crowd.

"I have grave news for the nation of Grenval today. So great is this, that my tears ran deep into the morn. Today, my father is dead." Devlin said this without enormity, without emotion, as if nothing had changed. Yet judging from the moans and wails and shrieks from the crowd, any passer-by would have run for cover under the assumption the world was ending. He continued, "My mother found him this morning, and her pain was too great to bear. As she realized my father was no more, her weak heart failed her. As I ran into the room at the sound of her body hitting the floor, she whispered one small prayer to me. She asked that I run in my father's place. And so today, in accordance with the law, I hereby declared my intent to become the next President of Grenval!"

He finished with a triumphant boom, but the crowd still weeped. Angered that his reception was less than he had hoped, he stormed off into the palace, brooding.

0900 Hours; Presidential Palace; Grenval City, Grenval

The self-appointed President of Grenval paced his study studiously. He ran his fingers through his ashen hair. A bald man, with a head painted red rushed into the room. Delvin, the President, fronwed at the man's scarlet temple. He ran his hand through his own grey hair, as if to confirm it was indeed, still there. The scarlet man announced himself and told Devlin the news.

"Sir, it seems the troubles of Generia have escalated."

Delvin frowned more deeply, saying, "What troubles?"

The scarlet man replied, "Has no one told you sir?" As the scarlet man proceeded to fill in the President, who, all the while, frowned and rubbed his ash-grey hair. The scarlet man finished with, "And what sir, do you plan to do?"

A strand of hair fell from Devlin's head. He caught it frantically in the air, and placed it atop his head once more. Looking at the scarlet man all he could think to ask was, "Is that the fashion among young people?" waving his hand at the red head. The President should have known it was not, as he too was young, but he asked.

The scarlet man avoided the question with his own question, "Sir?"

"Yes, yes. Have my advisors tend to the matter. There are other things at head..." Devlin coughed quickly, unmistakably quickly, to cover up his wording. To take the scrutiny off his cough, the President became indignant,"Be gone!" his voice rising. As the scarlet man left the room, Devlin, the President, took from a dusty drawer a white key, leaving a clean outline admist the dust inside the drawer.

2000 Hours; Presidential Palace; Grenval City, Grenval

Devlin sat alone on a couch deleivered that day. The couch was a grey leather color, and had oversized cushions. Devlin sat back on the new couch, his feet hovering above the floor. He sat in the room alone, his entire family gone in one night. On the screen of the television, the same pleasant woman of the night before came on, a clean shaven elderly man on her right. She introduced the man as a professor of political sciences and listed off his credentials, with each one, the professor shyed away from the camera, his eyes darting as if to not make contact with the people watching on the other side. The woman asked, "Professor, who do you believe will win?"

The man responded timidly at first, his voice gaining confidence as he continued to speak, "Well, in my opinion, I think that probably our former President's son, yes, Devlin George will win the elections tonight. I believe that the people will take pity on this boy, who has lost his father and his mother in one night. Yes, tonight will be Devlin's night." The Professor finished with authority in his voice. On a screen behind him, two lines appeared, one represented Devlin, the other, his opponent. Devlin's line was easily twice as long as his opponents.

On the couch, Devlin smiled, his ruby red lips contrasting his dark ashen hair.

2030 Hours; Presidential Palace; Grenval City, Grenval

The scarlet man found Devlin atop his delivered-this-morning oversized couch. Devlin frowned, as he did so often these days, and the scarlet man took this a permission enough to enter the room.

"Sir, I was recently informed we have a few spies left in Generia, after the corporate wars. Perhaps we could have them gather intelligence. There are rumors amongst our allies. Deadly rumors."

The President nodded. The scarlet man, doubtful Devlin had heard a word, departed the room silently, and informed the Minister of Intelligence.

2200 Hours; Presidential Palace; Grenval City, Grenval

Devlin blinked for a moment, to clear his tired eyes. He had been watching his line move up slowly all night, while his opponents stayed the same. The pleasant lady came onto the screen for one last time. "And ladies and gentlemen, we are seconds away from a new Grenvali President. And the polls have closed! It is a landslide victory for the son, Devlin George! He won by a forty-three point margin! This is the largest margin of victory in any election ever in the history of Grenval. Congratulations to our new, and now official President, President Devlin George!" The woman waved goodbye, and flashed a quick, false smile before the station broke for a commercial.

Devlin sat straight up. He walked from the room, attempting not the run. Outside the doors, a crowd from the Palace waited to cheer him. But he pushed on through them. On the right, the scarlet man followed Devlin through the crowd and to his office. Devlin reached for his key inside the dusty drawer, and left for the Presidential Living Quarters. The scarlet man followed close behind.

[OOC - To be honest, I am tired, so I will sum this entire thread up now with the least words possible, so I can get back to me.]

Devlin opened a damp door. His ashen hair pasted to his head, his ruby lips curling. The scarlet man stood on the other side of the corridor, invisible to Devlin. Inside the doorway, there was a murmur of voices and a large crack. Devlin fell, hitting the cold floor with his face. Suddenly, the scarlet man appeared from around the corridor. His eyes darted about, spotting a crouching figure inside. He squinted, trying to get a better veiw. And what he say caused him to gasp.

Pulling a knife from his belt, the scarlet man pounced upon Devlin, stabbing him all over his body. The blood poured onto him, turning his knees and hands the color of his head. Looking up, the scarlet man saw the father of Devlin, the President of Grenval, crouching.

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Official Presidential Statement

I have been returned from the dead by one faithful to me. Henceforth, I claim back my rightful presidency, and shall continue the tradition of old.

President George
Ruler of Grenval

As the President finished his speech, he ran his hand through his hair, and a few ash-grey strands fell onto the floor.