You and I in a little toy shop by a bag of balloons... [Party Thread]
((OOC: Enjoy the parade! Comment on the floats, band, politicians, whatever. Mingle! ^^ Also, Flagg gives off normal human psychic-ness to anyone who might be poking around))
There is a parade in Chicago. It has been advertised well throughout the past two weeks. Fliers pasted up on brick buildings and on telephone poles and in bars and schools. The parade itself consists of floats from local organizations, political figures riding in corvettes, marching bands from a few different schools, fire trucks, ambulances, horses, local theater and dancing acts, and a few giant balloons as walking, bouncing advertisements for merchandise that people should buy, buy, buy.
Somewhere in the middle of the massive parade toward the end of it, there's a tall, handsome man in a suit riding in an exact replica of Greased Lightning from the movie Grease. Music from the original Broadway cast of Grease is blaring from the speakers of the car. He has a beautiful, well dressed woman by his side. They are both waving and smiling at the crowd, occasionally they turn to be loving at each other. She'll fix his tie. He'll put his hand on her back in a symbol of strength and caring.
At the end of the parade, the man stands up on a stage next to the bandstand and in front of the press and whatever crowd remains announces that he is running for mayor of the fine city of Chicago that has seen its hard times, but is about to get a wake up call from someone who has the gumption to do it. Although many have not heard of him, he appears strong, confident, capable, and different, new. His words carry a persuasive, hard to ignore undertone to them with a much different feel than the bullshit from most politicians.
It was short and sweet. It went a little something like this:
"I bet you all were wondering who the handsome devil riding in the hot car was! Or you're thinking to yourself now that you don't really give a damn so lets get out of here before he tries to sell us something." Laughter escapes the crowd, what remains of t. "I can't say I fault you for either line of thinking. We have grown up in a world that has taught us not to care, but for those of you who are even a little curious. My name is Randall Flagg." He levels a smile out into the audience. "I am taking this opportunity to announce that I will be running for Mayor of this city." He pauses to allow the crowd to hear this statement, to take it in. "I won't force you to sit through my platform. I will only say that if you really want someone with the cahones to set Chicago right and safe, again, like it once was, like you all remember it being, you're looking at the only candidate who has it in him to get it done. Thank you, Chicago."
Flagg exits the stage with the beautiful woman at his side, and then situates himself where people can actually approach him. The serpent always loves to speak directly to the heart of every individual he ever wanted to corrupt.
There is a parade in Chicago. It has been advertised well throughout the past two weeks. Fliers pasted up on brick buildings and on telephone poles and in bars and schools. The parade itself consists of floats from local organizations, political figures riding in corvettes, marching bands from a few different schools, fire trucks, ambulances, horses, local theater and dancing acts, and a few giant balloons as walking, bouncing advertisements for merchandise that people should buy, buy, buy.
Somewhere in the middle of the massive parade toward the end of it, there's a tall, handsome man in a suit riding in an exact replica of Greased Lightning from the movie Grease. Music from the original Broadway cast of Grease is blaring from the speakers of the car. He has a beautiful, well dressed woman by his side. They are both waving and smiling at the crowd, occasionally they turn to be loving at each other. She'll fix his tie. He'll put his hand on her back in a symbol of strength and caring.
At the end of the parade, the man stands up on a stage next to the bandstand and in front of the press and whatever crowd remains announces that he is running for mayor of the fine city of Chicago that has seen its hard times, but is about to get a wake up call from someone who has the gumption to do it. Although many have not heard of him, he appears strong, confident, capable, and different, new. His words carry a persuasive, hard to ignore undertone to them with a much different feel than the bullshit from most politicians.
It was short and sweet. It went a little something like this:
"I bet you all were wondering who the handsome devil riding in the hot car was! Or you're thinking to yourself now that you don't really give a damn so lets get out of here before he tries to sell us something." Laughter escapes the crowd, what remains of t. "I can't say I fault you for either line of thinking. We have grown up in a world that has taught us not to care, but for those of you who are even a little curious. My name is Randall Flagg." He levels a smile out into the audience. "I am taking this opportunity to announce that I will be running for Mayor of this city." He pauses to allow the crowd to hear this statement, to take it in. "I won't force you to sit through my platform. I will only say that if you really want someone with the cahones to set Chicago right and safe, again, like it once was, like you all remember it being, you're looking at the only candidate who has it in him to get it done. Thank you, Chicago."
Flagg exits the stage with the beautiful woman at his side, and then situates himself where people can actually approach him. The serpent always loves to speak directly to the heart of every individual he ever wanted to corrupt.