NationStates Jolt Archive

[OOC: This is a closed RP. If for some reason, which would be beyond me, you wish to join, send me a TG. I don't see that happening, though.]

IC:


”Four more years! Four more years!” the crowd passionately exclaimed.

The crowd began to chant slogans from the campaign: ”Peace and Progression! Life and Happiness!”


Hundreds of people were gathered in front of Paxley House (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/hamptonshire/04090a.jpg), New Hannon’s oldest Royal Residence, to congratulate their re-elected congresswoman, Princess Patricia Anne Cessar (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/hamptonshire/pac.jpg). While the Special Election was a surprise and many of her counterparts in the Central Coalition were caught off guard, Princess Patricia was ready for the grueling campaign. The Nationalist Union painted her as a spoiled, inexperienced girl, too weak on crime; the Republic Party decried her presence in the Royal House of Representatives as “another scheme by the Royal Family to usurp the democratic process of Hamptonshire.” Perhaps it was fitting then, that her margin of victory was one of the largest in the entire nation. Her nearest competitor, a member of the New Frontier, captured 12% of the vote; combined the NURP parties barely broke the double digits.

She was happy that she could continue her work in the House. Princess Patricia, although a member of the Central Coalition, made her name as a tireless advocate of Hamptonshire’s working classes. She, as all the news programs say, “is a new breed of Royal and the future of Hamptonshire.” There were even talks that perhaps she and not her older brother, Crown Prince Louis Cessar, should succeed the current Grand Duke. While flattered, she never entertains such notions—her loyalty to her older brother and her adopted father runs too deep.

The Princess stood in the foyer, note cards in hand, ready to address her supporters. Her Chief of Staff, Jean Allyson, frantically raced about the room trying to preempt any possible “catastrophes”.

”Your Highness, they are waiting for you.” a campaign aide says while tapping the Princess’s shoulder. She doesn’t respond, she just stands still, her head titled to the ground.

I’m 32 years old, a Member of Congress, third in line to the Throne, and one of the most notable people in the nation. I’ve won three elections and the people love me…why do I feel incomplete? She thinks to herself, oblivious to the tapping on her shoulder.

Seeing the aide tapping the Princess to no avail, Jean comes over to bring Patricia back to reality.

”Pat, snap out of it. You have to deliver a speech. A lot of people worked their asses off to get you elected and you owe them a speech.”

Brought back to reality by her friend the Princess straightens her clothing, clears her throat, and walks through the door to the cheers of the adoring crowd.

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"When I came into Office, and did so as the youngest President in Rotovian History... The Conservatives said I would not last my term... When I was re-elected, with the slimest Senate majority in two decades... The Conservatives said I would never pass legislation... When I was elected a third time, holding a near two-third majority in the Senate... The Conservatives hailed me as Rotovia's greatest President... when we win the next election we will set a new standard in excellence, in greatness and in compassion"

The words of President Bacchus echoed faintly off the walls of the large press room as they were met with a resounding applause.

The audience was comprised of Rotovia's leading media organizations and their reporters all seemed to be decked out in indetical suits of varying colour. Though the blues, blacks and greys provided an intresting contrast to the white and gold of the press room itself, which was indicative of Rotovian meeting halls.

Though they were in Hamptonshire, the President had the room specially contructed inside his hotel suite to create the illusion of the press room in the Rotovia Central Government Building when addressing the nation from overseas on matters of domestic policy. A tradition that though common knowledge, seemed to please the Rotovian People with an impression of stability and dedication.

Dispite the immediate barrage of question, President Bacchus turned from the mahogany podium and delivered his tradmark smile and wave to the immense pleasure of the crowd.

As he entered a waiting limosine a personal aide leant towards him a whispered in low tones a statement that seemed to arouse a sense a slight annoyance in the President, who gave a swift and curt reply.

"Very well, however I will meet the Princess on my terms... send word to her that I wish to meet her in a delightful park I found in New Hannon... I will tahnk security forces to keep themselves discreet"

With that a dozen aides jumped to work in a long vehicle typing out a series of draft letters to be sent. Dionysus however simply stared into the window, into not out because the tint was so dark that nothing could be seen, and thought perhaps a date would be good for his recent low, no matter how orhestrated the event.

"Thank you! It is with your support that I can go to the House and push for the change that Hamptonshire wants and needs!" Princess Patricia ended her speech to loud and wild applause. With her trademark smile she waved to her supports and returned back inside.

"Great speech, Highness." an aide said.

"Wonderful. You knocked 'em dead." another aide said while giving her the thumbs up.

The Princess nodded to the aides and shook the hands of well wishers, but her mind was somewhere else. There was a hole in her life and she just did not know how to fill it. She started to slink back to her private chambers when Jean ran up to her.

"He wants to see you. He's here in town and he wants to meet you at the park." Jean said with great joy.

"Hmm..." Patricia paused for a second. "Get the driver, distract the press, and I'll be off."

While the Princess sneaks in an unmarked car from an underground parking lot, Jean convincingly keeps the press from noticing her absence. Patricia looks out the tinted windows of her car at the people on the street. She admires their simplicity. Everything is becoming so complicated. I just don't know what to do anymore. she thinks.

((OOC: Hammie! You haven't responded to my post ;) ))

Dressed in average clothes, well designer average clothes, the President flciked a handfull of birdfeed towards the tiny ducklings that trasnversed the sparkling pond.

Dispite his stark image as an undeniable leader, this vasade seemed to leave him unoticed... by the average person at least. The security personnel who patrolled the nearby area were another story, they probally could have slipped seemlessly into society, if not for the tiny plastic earpeices and the occasional attempt to usher people away from a ten metre radius of him.

Gently rolling his wrist back the President checked the time and placed the bag down, awaiting the first time he would meet the woman that Rotovian high society seemed intent he marry. Darned id he cared for her opinion, but darned if he'd live out his life either...

The Princess walked across the park escorted by two Omega Guard. She never liked being under "protection", it seperated her from the people. However, her uncle insisted that she be under guard. He loved her dearly and didn't want to see another family member killed or injured.

"That must be him." Patricia said to herself as she fixed her hair. "Major, please stay here. I'll be fine." she said to one of the Omega Guards.

She quietly walked toward the President, the leaves began to crunch under her shoes. Patricia was careful not to reveal her presence, she found the image of Bacchus feeding the ducks to be charming. As he placed the bag full of birdseed on the ground, Patricia cleared her throat and introduced herself to the man she seems meant to marry.