Event Finished Open Invites

Havoc had taken up position near the entrance to the school, a stack of fliers in hand. Most were his, although a few were those of his roommate Nix. He was doing his best to hand things out evenly, although he wasn't quite accurate.

The election was in full swing, the very last day, and Havoc was already almost out of fliers. The school was littered with them, the buses were unloading the last trip of the day, and Havoc was, to say the least, exhausted. He had no supernatural ability to keep things up. He could only do what a normal human could do, and what a normal human could do was significantly less then what Havoc had already done.

He was tired, and he'd given up on trying to smile as he methodically handed out posters.

Havoc glanced up when Felix spoke, making the exact wrong snap assumption. He'd met several people Felix's age floating around the school, the trick was that they'd all been teachers.

So he simply assumed that he was a teacher.

"Student council fliers," Havoc clarified. "I'll be running for president."

That wasn't to say he wasn't going to try and campaign just because they were a teacher. Far from it--teachers could be excellent allies, after all, even if they couldn't directly vote. Havoc gave them a brief nod and a small wave of his own with his free hand.

"I go by Havoc. My campaigns focus is on ensuring students get the chance to learn self defense techniques, and for ensuring that all grade levels have some representation on council."

Both of which were fairly unique points. Other people had more general campaign points--student outreach, discrimination--but none had picked up the banner of student safety the way he had.

A new student? That was fairly ideal, all things considered. Felix hadn't heard any of the speeches, and didn't know any of the candidates. If Havoc left him with a good first impression, he was all but gaurenteed the vote.

"Student clubs have a limited budget," Havoc explained. "For proper classes, you would need money to pay instructors, which would generally be out of the scope for a club. Ideally I want proper lessons, rather than student-lead activities, that would require a budget that wouldn't be available if I wasn't on council."

Not that Havoc needed the lessons, but he didn't bring that up.

"I want students to have the option to attend good self defense classes regardless of their financial situation."

That was the one of his points that he was passionate about, while he was slightly less so on representation.

"I'm still working out the details," he began, thinking pointedly of Emily Kirkpatrick. "Something along the lines of there being a student representative. While elementary students can run in the elections, they tend to do poorly because they're inexperienced, meaning that their voices and issues aren't heard."

Havoc was a soldier, and he'd see people die before, so a brief mention about students disappearing didn't even rate on his morbid meter.

Not that he found anything particularly morbid.

"The disappearance of the cheerleader was one of the things that pushed me to make it my platform," Havoc clarified. "There's no way to know for certain if it would have helped her, but if nothing else knowing self defense will help make people more aware. Self defense is more than combat--it's also awareness, and learning to read a situation."

Things he felt passionate about, even if it would barely rate on most people's interests.

"I'm a member of the army," Havoc added after Felix mentioned having been a cop. "So this is all second nature."

First nature, if he was being completely honest, but the phrase didn't quite work the same. It did serve as a nice segue into Felix's question, however.

"I come from a professional background with a pre-existing focus on security," Havoc said. "Which none of the other candidates have. While all the campaigns have their good points, I feel that security is the one that's the most pressing at the moment."

Generally speaking, Havoc made no secret of the fact that he was a soldier. He didn't even consider himself a former soldier. He was just a soldier, nothing former about it. He still hoped to return to the military, even if that possibility seemed to be shrinking ever so slowly.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Havoc said in response to him being obviously a soldier. He felt a soldier was a good thing--not a glamorous job by any means, but something worthy of respect anyway. It was hard work, and required a certain level of discipline that many people didn't have.

"I've been told that it's a close race between myself and another student, yes," Havoc said. "Which means that either way, I'd be likely to be in a position to establish after school self defense classes."