hey guys, I'm sorry...the internet has been down for the past...well, since the last time I was on.
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Tom--
I smiled at Emily, banishing all thoughts of Sam from my mind.
"I have no idea." I shrugged, watching the girl think. She'd been one of the first to volunteer for the group he'd started a few weeks ago, and was quite fond of the young musician. I let my thumbs rub against the tips of my fingers, feeling my calluses as had become my habit. Then the idea popped into my head. "I have an idea," I said, letting my grin take over the gentle smile from before.
"Hmm?" Emily asked, instantly interested.
"We've been stressing about this resistance thing for a while, so how about we take some of the kids from the school to the zoo? I haven't done anything with them in a while and a lot of them can't afford it."
"Can you afford it, Tom?" She asked, raising her eye brows questioningly.
"I'll survive." Okay, so she hit the nail on the head there, but I probably have enough to take a few of the poorer kids. "Well?"
"What are you doing?"
"I've got paint and rollers...water sking"~The Philanthropist
Name: Mikael Eisenstein
Age: 28
Gender:Male
Side you’re on: Surviving Dove
Appearance: Medium length blonde hair, tall, lightly muscular, Characteristic top hat and black shirt
Personality: Strongly against the Crow Feather as his family still live under dictatorship.
History: Always spotted before violent uprising in which the rebels appear kill a few men and dissapear before the Crow can react.
Other:always carries 2 HKP USP compact tactical pistol with hollow points for maximum damage.
I am so sorry everyone! The internet just got back up today and I’m trying to catch up. Please don’t shoot me.
Sam-
The meeting just continued for the next hour or two as… uh whats-her-name… Ms. Herse continued to speak. When she reached the topic of rebellions something in my head ignited. Why can’t those bloody rebellions leave well enough alone. We are only doing what we need for the greater good!
“And there’s oil in Nevada…”
“How many rebellions have been counted?” I spoke up. Everyone around the table kept their eyes on me, but that didn’t matter.
"Ms. Herse, I asked how many rebellion groups there are."
“What does it matter how many of them there are,” Ronald spoke up. “Once the system is up and operational, we won’t have to worry about the rebel groups anymore.”
“I wish to know how many groups have been counted. There is no harm out of a minor curiosity.”
I swore I heard Ronal mutter something about killing a cat, but his voice was to low and inaudible. I looked back up to Ms. Herse. “So, how many are there?” I asked seriously.
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Need to know- is Sam already elected as president? If so then this meeting he is having is a cabinet meeting, not a business meeting.
God i miss my guitar, i thought, as i sat alone in my apartment. And where is everyone? Surely they wouldn't have started a rebel action with out me and my pistols? Or would they? Am i still in the past where freedom could only be acheived through violence? With these thoughts whizzing around in my head, i turned on my i pod and settled down watching the street below for any signs that "democracy" had come knocking.
"We haven't counted them yet, but we'll see to it, sir.", I replied. Why the sudden curiosity?
"Yes, you make sure that's done.", Sam said firmly. I jotted down notes of what to do and what's spoken. I hadn't even heard of names for the rebellion groups and definitely not how many there were. It was just rumors, but I had to state whatever may be happening. Everything said was important in some small way. Then I moved onto my next topic.
Got YWS?
You judge others upon their actions, but you judge yourself by your intention.
I laughed and resisted the urge to ruffle her long black hair. Emily always could find a way to get me going again.
"What do you want to see, Tom?" She asked, curiosity in her big, blue eyes.
"Nothing they could keep in the zoo." I said, looking briefly out the window. She blinked a question, "A falcon-peregrine falcon." I said, running my thumb over my fingertips again. I then smiled and continued, "So I'll look forward to the platypus and other quirky animals like that."
Emily was about to say something when we heard a crash downstairs.
"Must they always break my house?" I muttered, jogging to the stairs.
"What are you doing?"
"I've got paint and rollers...water sking"~The Philanthropist
I yawned - these meetings could be so tedious at times. After all, Sam had all the power in the world, what more could he possibly want? The unified love and respect of all his people? That was never going to happen. Every leader had critics.
"As I was saying," Ms. Herse said, "We've found oil in Nevada, and-"
"Won't that become a target for the rebellion groups?" Sam asked.
I rolled my eyes, then smiled at Sam, "Mr. President, we need to move past this for the moment and look to more important things. The system is almost complete, and once it is, I will personally see to it that your opposition is crushed. In the meantime, as she has already pointed out twice, there is a new source of oil, and we need to be the first to exploit it. If we let a corporation get close, they'll impose the old oil prices on it, and the people won't be able to afford that. If, on the other hand, we are able to provide them with lower prices, their standard of living will be higher, and the rebellion groups will be less capable of criticising you." My smile broadened, "You see, sir? We can fight them indirectly as well as directly. We need to make the public see that it is these extremists who are the enemy, and not you."
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
I took Ronald’s words into deep thought. “Carry on Ms. Herse.”
“Yes Mr. President. Next is the costs of the local zoo. People complain that the prices are too high…”
“Well then that is their problem,” said one of the cabinet members. I forgot his name as well. “If we lower the prices anymore than they are, we might as well shut down the whole zoo as well as other recreational parks.”
“I believe Mr. Hendricks is right,” said Ronald.
“You do?” I asked.
“Of course. Seeing as many of the people complain for the little prices we have proposed, why don’t we just shut down the zoo. I am sure those animals would feel much better in the wild and the space would provide for better use like a new research center for our project.”
There was silence after his proposition when I sat up straight. “Ms. Herse?”
“Yes Mr. President?”
“Make a note to have the local zoo closed. I want every animal out of there within a week.”
“Y-yes Mr. President.”
“I have a headache, this meeting is dismissed,” I said standing up and walking out of the office with Ronald.
“A very good decision sir.”
I nodded and we walked off discussing the plans for our project to take place.
