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A catchy slogan? Anastasia winced slightly, doing her best to hide it.

"Do we really need one? Can we not just be 'Morgan and Anastasia for Student Council' or something plain? I worry that any slogan we come up with will come across as... overly cheesy." Literally every single thing she came up with in a moment was overly cheesy. The whole thing. Every bit. Everything was puns and terrible, and Anastasia wanted no part of it. "It would probably help us seem more professional, and less childish." Real world election campaigns weren't run off catchy puns.

Anastasia couldn't help but let out the breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. No puns. No bad jokes. Just proper, correct, and... well, nothing else. Anastasia preferred professional over memorable, and she was hoping that at least some of the students would feel the same way.

"No, that looks good to me." She said, pushing back from her spot beside the computer and standing up. She didn't like hunching over a computer for things like that - she'd much rather paper the school.

"I'll handle the high school side of things, and you can handle the college side of things? I've already put in a request and been approved to have posters put up in the first place, so there should be no issue with that." A lot of people didn't realize you were supposed to ask before putting things up. Rules got a bit hazy around election time, but rules were still rules.

Anastasia had given effectively no thought to places other than the school. She would put them up in the school - in the high school and college areas, of course - and then... what? That was it. She didn't think it was very appropriate to put them up in the elementary areas, but it stood to reason that there were lots of places students would go in the city that would also help to have posters.

"I will put some in the laundry facilities as well, since students would be going there. I hadn't considered putting them outside the hallways of the student areas." There would probably be notice boards by the library, wouldn't there?

Anastasia's future was a giant question mark. A big red one, planted right in her path.
"This will be my second time graduating from high school, but this time I do not know what I will do after. Manta Carlos has no acting army, which rules out the career path I spent most of my life preparing for, unfortunately." And the police were not nearly the same as the military, no matter what anyone thought. "So I suppose I will enter college in a general degree, and then try and figure out from there." The school would continue paying for her as long as she went to school, which gave her time to try and figure out something else to do with her life. There was no real downside to spending another year in college, since she didn't have to pay for anything.

"I knew what I wanted to do." That was the worst part. She had never been torn up with indecision about what she was supposed to do with her life. She'd known from the beginning what she was going to do. Whether her parents approved or not, she'd be following them into the military.

Only there was no military on the island, and it wasn't as if she could return to Russia with things how they were. What country would accept a mysterious foreigner? And even being in the military was suddenly a risk - one misplaced bullet and her secret would be out.

"It is simply... difficult, to know what you want and then to be told you cannot have it." No one had truly told her she couldn't join the military, but it was true anyway. Common sense made that much clear. There would be no future for her there.