Event Private The World is My Soapbox

Ballerina

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First month at school and she had yet to leave a lasting impression on anyone. It wasn’t her fault that she had to spend the past week holed away in her dorm cram studying to be up to speed with the rest of her grade. Two decades ago she was the top of the class, both grade and popularity wise, now she was back to the bottom of the totem pole. Her whacky sense of fashion could only get her so far in two weeks. While there was a slim possibility that she could resume to her social standing twenty years ago by just being herself and nothing else, there had to be some sort of way to speed up the process, right?

Then, it hit her. Student council elections were around the corner. From what she remembered, candidates received quite a bit of attention during election times, even though it tended to be short lived. Surely, even if she were to lose, none of her efforts would go in vain, she would maintain the it. Who could ever resist such a bubbly personality and looks so good that she seemed unreal?

After an afternoon of prepping, it was time to make her grand debut as candidate for the upcoming election. She was all decked out in protocol campaign gear, tie embellished campaign buttons and oversized star glasses. If one squinted hard enough, they wouldn't be able to tell the difference between her and Uncle Sam. She tightened her tie before stepping out into the courtyard. In her left hand was a colorful plastic sign with her name printed, in the other hand was a megaphone….
Candy made her way across the courtyard and towards a large tree that would provide plenty of shade, the worst possible thing that could happen giving this speech would be melting before it's over. She unhooked a strand of plastic beads from her waist and fashioned a stool to stand on top of. Candy took a deep breath before stepping onto the stool and turned on her megaphone. “ Hiya students of Starlight!” She exclaimed, bringing the megaphone to her mouth.

“ Student council elections are here and so am I! Is this a coincidence? Obviously not! That’s why I, Candy, local living doll, have decided to run in this election! This school is totally tubular, but I can make it even better! If Barbie can be president, so can I!”

“ Speaking of Barbie, she can do pretty much anything, and like, I'm basically Barbie, so like, I guess that means I can do anything she does, making me perfect for any task on the council. In the past fifty years she’s been a gymnast, a chef, a president, a game developer, a teacher, a nurse, a vet, a pilot, a firefighter, a scientist…. Oh! Did I forgot to mention president? She’s also been a detective, a police, a pediatrician, a director, a-”
 

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Havoc was not expecting to do any campaigning right then. He was simply on his way back from class, headed to his dorm to do... well, homework or something. He was currently feeling out the idea of having something other than an extremely strict schedule, too used to military routines to feel comfortable with anything else.

But it was hard to miss a woman with a bullhorn, bellowing loudly about... Barbie?

Havoc turned, heading off his usual path as he headed towards the girl. A few people had stopped to listen and stare, and Havoc's eyebrows furrowed together as she announced that the school was totally tubular.

What year was it again? Havoc was far from social, but even he knew that no one had used the word 'tubular' unironically since the '80s.

"What does Barbie's capabilities have to do with your own?" Havoc asked rather abruptly from among the small crowd. He hadn't missed the mention to her being Candy, local living doll, nor had he missed her strange joints, but even so he didn't understand how 'Barbie was president so I should be too' made any sense at all.

Havoc was not exactly the best audience anyway, his expression firmly blank as he stared up at her.

 

Ballerina

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It didn't surprise her that she managed to draw in a small crowd even with her limited knowledge of school politics. Who wouldn't be drawn to such a charismatic young women? This wasn't her first rodeo either. While it may have been twenty years ago, she still knew what her fellow high-schoolers wanted in a president... It also may or may not have helped that her megaphone was cranked to the loudest decibel.

A college aged guy had approached her. Judging by an expression that was so blank it reminded her of a sheet of copy paper, he did not seem find her ramblings amusing. It was going to be a real shame for him because she planned on jabbering away on the council for the next semester. With the election pool being so small, it took her only a few seconds to recognize him as one of her fellow candidates.

" Well, I'm practically am Barbie, duh! Have you checked out my joints?" Candy pointed at her elbow, completely oblivious to the fact that he already knew. Considering that she loudly announced it to the entire courtyard a minute prior, she should have known.

" It's practically my identity 'cause I'm made of plastic."
 

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Havoc had always struggled following along with the logic of civilians, and the civilians on Manta Carlos were something else entirely. Some of them could be so... confusing. Havoc stared up at Candy as she gestured to her elbow, his eyebrows furrowing together as she did. Of course he knew. How could he not know?

"Just because you believe you are like Barbie doesn't mean you're as qualified as she is," Havoc said. He'd have liked to have given some examples--wasn't Barbie a doctor?--only he had absolutely zero experience or knowledge of Barbies beyond the utter, absolute basics, and couldn't think of anything. "Could you talk about your qualifications instead?"

That was what the election should be won or lost by, after all. He wanted policy. He wanted to lose to someone not because they were popular, but because they had a better platform.

Not that any of his candidates had much of a platform to speak of.

 
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