Dressed up like a million dollar trouper... Super duper.
It's Randall Flagg's last rally before election day, which keeps getting pushed back for various reasons. The CLF has taken out vital political people. It's all working into Flagg's ultimate plan, however. He is still on the hunt for someone. It's not clear to him who she is yet, but he will know her when he sees her
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Because Mr. Flagg says things that make sense. He's talking about peaceful solutions, and even if she can't keep anyone safe, she can at least support someone who will. No, she's not old enough to vote, but she doesn't have to be in order to help out. If there's someone there she can talk to about volunteering before the election, that'll be enough. She can wave signs, photocopy flyers, make phone calls -- you don't have to be old enough to vote to do any of that. And the last few days before an election can still be important, right ( ... )
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If at first you don't succeed, try, try, again.
He did not walk over to her immediately. Flagg made his way through the crowd, shaking every hand outstretched toward him and answering any question. He was collected and charming. Never without a smile and a witty word to keep them laughing in these dark times.
And then only a few people separate them. He steps in front of her, and it's as if she's the only person on the street.
Baby."Thank you for coming out to the rally today, for showing me your support." Flagg stretches his hand out his hand to her, with that charming, ever present smile. "It's always a real joy to see young people get involved in ( ... )
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Amber shakes his hand, trying not to look too nervous, and when he she touches him, it's like...
It's like there's no one else. No one else in all the world. Just him.
She doesn't even register the attraction as sexual in any way... She can appreciate a cute guy with the best of them, but she's never really been interested in sex. And it's not that she's gay, either... She thought she might be, but pretty girls are just... pretty. So whatever's drawing her to Flagg is just brushed off as a natural reaction to a politician she can really believe in.
After a moment, she realizes that he's talking to her, and she should probably say something.
"Um. Yeah. I just... I want to help. Is there someone I can talk to, to volunteer?" She doesn't want to take up any more of his time than she has to, but if he can just tell her who to talk to, she'll totally get out of his hair.
...She should probably let go of his hand, too. Yeah. She pulls away, smiling sheepishly, and oh God, he probably thinks she's just some ( ... )
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He's a righteous man. Baby, can you dig-
"Volunteering? You're really getting involved, aren't you?" Flagg winks, smiling down at her. It would be impossible for anyone to tell, but his gaze swings down further to get a good look at her hips. He has to make certain her body can bear the burden. "Of course, there is. Here, let me point you in the right direction."
Flagg turns and places his hand against her back, pointing in the direction of a blond woman standing some distance away. She notices him pointing and waves. He nods in her direction.
"That is Susan Cross. The best volunteer manager a candidate could ask for. She'll get you all taken care of." He slides his hand away, again, with such stealth to make it hard to tell if it had been there at all, or if it wasn't just imagined in the heat of the moment.
He wants to twist her around his finger and never let go. She is it. He can feel ( ... )
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"I'm Amber. Amber McKeenan." He wants to know her name! Coming here was obviously the best idea ever.
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"You won't have to worry about that terrorist group anymore. If I'm elected I will make them my first priority," he says with a protective tone that's impossible to miss and a confident smile that seems to imply that the 'if' should really be a 'once'. "The safety of Chicago should always be the mayor's top concern."
He pulls back from her. He doesn't want her to stop smiling so hard. Not until he snaps his fingers and says now. Now you can cry for me, scream and whimper and open yourself up like a good, little girl. As if she has any choice.
"Miss Amber McKeenan, thank you, in advance, for any help you provide. i would be nowhere without my volunteers." Flagg takes her hand, again, and gives it a gentle shake. "Welcome to the campaign." If only she knew what he meant is welcome to Hell. "If you end up volunteering for the campaign, I'm positive ( ... )
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