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Jimmy the Campaign Manager; Election Season RP; Carson 4 Mayor
Topic Started: Dec 11 2016, 02:10 PM (81 Views)
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It had been a long time since Jimmy had stepped into the cool, musk air of BoBo's Bar. Or at least Jimmy assumed it had been a long time. Sometimes with these benders he wasn't sure if he had been on it for a few days to a few weeks. He could had been in here, caused some sort of embarrassing incident, and then floated off back to the wastes or wherever he trudged off to. Rubbing his face as he assumed a spot at his normal bar stool BoBo greeted him with a firm and warm nod of his head as he tended to another customer.

Jimmy folded his arms atop of the bar and rested his head against them for a brief moment, closing his weary eyes. Sleep, sweet sweet sleep, was about to overtake him when the heavy thuds of two glasses being placed on the bar counter brought him back to reality.

"Jimmy! Where have you been man?" A grinning, shaved head man asked him. Jimmy blinked and cocked his head to the side. Who is this man and why does he know his name.

"Uhh-" Jimmy mumbled out as he grabbed one of the glasses filled with a dark liquid. Taking a swig of the bitter hooch Jimmy tried remembering who this person was. Did Jimmy owe him money? Did Jimmy have a conversation with this dude? What's going on. Who is this man. "-I've been uhh...busy."

"Oh, right on brother! I didn't expect you to start this campaign so quickly." The man said with a hearty slap to Jimmy's backside. The slap, combined with an empty stomach fueled only by alcohol, caused a little bit of vomiting in Jimmy's mouth before he hurriedly gulped it down with another swig of booze.

"...What?" Jimmy panted out. "What campaign?"

"...My Mayor campaign!" The man said with a broad smile and beam of pride. Jimmy looked on with a blank stare and a blink. Slowly the man's smile faded and his beam went overcast.

"...You do remember volunteering to run my campaign, right?"

"You see! About all of that. I don't remember shit from....however long ago, alright? I've been drunk as shit. Like probably high as shit. More than likely high and drunk at the same time. Dude, I don't know your name." Jimmy finally spilled out of the truth, making sure to take a larger than normal gulp of the booze that the man had bought just in case he decided to snatch it from him.

The man took a deep breath and an even bigger gulp of his own drink than Jimmy did, sitting in silence for a moment as he rubbed his hands over his smooth cueball head. Jimmy fidgeted a little in his barstool, cutting a glance over to BoBo. BoBo threw his hands up in the air and returned to wiping down the section of the bar that he's wiped well over a thousand times today. Jimmy licked his cracked and dry bottom lip as he waited for the man's reaction.

"My name is Carson." He finally said, almost causing an audible sigh of relief from Jimmy as the silence was finally broken. "And you're still going to help me get elected."

Jimmy took a sharp intake of his breath, about to raise a protest about having to do something other than continually be on his quest to get fucked up. Upon seeing Carson's clenching of his fist, Jimmy at that moment and at that moment only to decide to follow through on his drunken promise.

"...Alright then boss. You know where to start?" Jimmy asked, taking another swig of his booze.

"Fuck if I know, I thought you knew." Carson replied, taking a swig of his booze. The two sat in silence for a moment, facing the wall of bottles behind the countertop of BoBo's. Jimmy pretended to think about how to run a campaign but in reality he thought about how he could get out of this as quickly as possible. Carson was thinking about...who knows what, this isn't his fucking story, but he was thinking about something. Or not. Jimmy didn't know.

The awkward silence between the two, for the second time nonetheless, was broken up by BoBo as he sauntered up between the two.

"What y'all need to do is build a team, get some people out in the community talking to voters and bringing them to the polls." BoBo announced matter of factually. "Start building a machine like that, get people talking about Carson you know."

"How do you know all of this shit?" Jimmy blurted out.

"I volunteered on a campaign wayyyy before the war, back when I was young. Good times they were...." BoBo explained, his eyes wandering off to the distance as he remembered what life was like before the bombs fell, a life that Jimmy and Carson could never even dream of. A life where BoBo wasn't the tired old bartender in a dusty town in Texas he was-"HEY KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF!" BoBo roared back to reality as two of the regulars started a punch up in the corner over accusations of cheating at cards. Carson and Jimmy turned back to one another as BoBo grabbed one of the wooden boards he kept for just these occasions and rushed off to take care of the ruckus in his establishment.

"Alright, so, let's follow up with what BoBo said, let's go find some people who want to help us out." Carson said. Jimmy shrugged, taking another swig of his booze.

"Where do we find any dumbasses that want to help us out? Fuck, what are you even running on?" Jimmy asked.

"I guess we find them where I found your dumbass." Carson stated, before flashing a devious smile. "Right here."

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The afternoon sun of the wasteland wasn't as harsh as it normally was. Maybe it was because of the damaged sunglasses on Jimmy's face finally helping him out or the extra booze that Carson loaded him with before he headed out of BoBo's. A lit cigarette dangled from Jimmy's lips as he meandered the streets of Buckettown trying to figure out who and where and what and oh god what has he gotten himself into. Jimmy had no idea on what the fuck a campaign was. Hell Jimmy didn't even like politics. Like what the fuck. How did he get roped into this sort of shit.

Whatever. He's in the shit now and he's got to see it through. Jimmy ain't bitch and he ain't no pussy. A little bit of campaigning never hurt anybody, right? Jimmy sat down on a dusty corner of Buckettown near the edge of the tent neighborhood in the middle of town, smoking on his cigarette. A few tired and ragged trappers, disheartened by the lack of the days catches, meandered through the town aimlessly.

Jimmy thought about his task at hand. He just had to bring people into BoBo's tonight. Who the hell would come to BoBo's on short notice and then have enough free time in order to volunteer significant portions of their time in order to help somebody that they don't really know very well get into office? A long drag of his cigarette followed. Wait. Jimmy stood up, dusting himself off as each drag of a cigarette chugged his alcohol-addled brain along in a thought process.

Trappers would seem like a logical choice at first, right? But they're not. They have to work and trap and do all of that nonsense all day so when it comes time to doing shit for free they don't wanna do it. They're tired, they want to spend time with their wives who are cheating on them on the side and with kids who don't respect them. But! If you spend time with people who lived long enough to not be strong enough to work but they're still alive, then bam. You got someone with free time.

Now, to find the old people.

Jimmy raised his leg to take a confident step, paused, and set his foot down gently into the sand. Jimmy had no idea on where to find the old people. It's not like they lived in their own specific side of town, right? Campaign strategy was hard. This was stupid. Jimmy wanted to give up. Another long drag of his cigarette and a dejected walk back to BoBo's. Jimmy took a couple of steps and a couple of drags before he realized something.

Jimmy wasn't no bitch and he wasn't no pussy. Flicking his cigarette to the side Jimmy reached into his rucksack and pulled out the big bottle of slosh. Nearly vomiting at the smell of the liquor store in a bottle, Jimmy took a few deep gulps and then actually vomited. Wiping his mouth and coughing a few times, Jimmy nodded to himself and took a deep breath.

"HEY!" Jimmy shouted. A few people instinctively turned their heads around, momentarily distracted from their daily life. "FREE DRINKS AT BOBOS! ON THE HOUSE BY THE CARSON FOR MAYOR CAMPAIGN. TELL YOUR FRIENDS TELL YOUR FAMILY!" Jimmy shouted.

The shouting parade continued as Jimmy made several circles around the small hamlet of Buckettown as the light faded and dusk turned into night. Jimmy's cries were certainly received by the citizens of Buckettown. A couple of "fuck off man", a few "shut the hell up", and a bunch of "Alright shit I'll be there." Jimmy walked into BoBo's after this exhausting circle, sitting down at this normal spot and pouring himself a drink. BoBo's was quiet, just Carson and BoBo in the place.

"How'd it go, get anybody to volunteer?" Carson asked, stumbling slightly as the effects of his own day drinking hit.

"Yeah! They're coming here. I said the drinks were on the house, should have a crowd here." Jimmy replied as he took a sip of his strong drink.

"...What?" Carson and BoBo both asked almost at the same time.

"You didn't get anybody to volunteer?" Carson asked, running his hands past his cue ball head.

"You said drinks were on the house?" BoBo fumed, clenching his fist.

"Hey hey relax, both of you. Carson you ain't even got an-any actual issues yous running on, you just running for shits and giggles so don't act like you actually care. And BoBo relax man, you know I always pay you back! Just trust me on this y'all." Jimmy explained in between swigs of his drink. Carson and BoBo shot each other a look and shrugged their shoulders, returning to their previous tasks of drinking alone and wiping down the bar counter tops respectively.

"...What are y'all doing?" Jimmy asked after a few moments, taking a rare pause in his drinking.

"What are you talking about?" Carson asked.

"You have people coming to hear you talk and shit." Jimmy retorted, taking a small sip of his drink.

"I know, you set up. You're the campaign manager." Carson retorted.

"....Right." Jimmy said, taking a few more gulps of his drink and hopping off his bar stool to rearrange the tables and chairs in the bar. Fucking work. Jimmy hated it.
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"Ok, ok, let me run you through this." Jimmy said, ushering the half-drunk Carson around BoBo's as Jimmy proceeded to continue going from three quarters to completely drunk. "They walk in, they are directed to go to the bar by yours truly. BoBo takes down their name and then they grab their drink and then they take a seat, right?"

"Right." Carson nodded, taking a sip of his beer. BoBo had insisted, even after rounds upon rounds of chiding from both Jimmy and Carson, that he switch to something a little lighter before he gets up on stage to do some public speaking.

"You! The great candidate for Mayor you are, you start talking about whatever it is you wanna do as Mayor." Jimmy continued explaining.

"But I don't know what I want to do as Mayor." Carson interjected.

"Just make some shit up! Whatever it is you wanna see in town just talk about it. I dunno what it is." Jimmy stated, taking a sip of his strong drink.

"Well...I guess I want to see some more fights at the pits. They're pretty cool." Carson said after a few seconds of thought.

"Alright! There we go. We got ourselves a campaign platform. 'More Fights at the Pits'...we're going to do it because...uhh....because uh...." Jimmy said, snapping his fingers as he tried to think of something catchy and political sounding and just smarter than what he can come up with.

"Because it'd boost the Buckettown economy and provide more jobs other than just trapping." BoBo said as he emerged from the backroom with a clipboard and an old pen.

"Yeah! What BoBo said. Just wing it man, you'll do fine." Jimmy reassured Carson with a hearty pat on the shoulder. A few people began filing inside of BoBo's and quickly both BoBo and Jimmy took their places behind the bar and at the front table respectively.

"Alright folks, welcome welcome to the big Carson meet and greet! Head on over to the Bar and BoBo will get you set right up!" Jimmy exclaimed as a few skinny, tired looking individuals shuffled over to the bar for their free drinks and quickly took a few seats in the crowd of chairs available. The processes repeated itself several more times as small groups or individuals came into BoBo's for their free drink and took a seat until it was about half full.

Jimmy signaled to BoBo, who signaled to Carson to come on out. The crowd, good and liquored up by now, gave a few resounding claps as Carson took the small stage in front of them. As quickly as the clapping began it ended. Jimmy stepped off closer to the bar and took a seat at his usual spot to watch the speech unfold.

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"Uhhh, hey. It's me. Carson. As some of you know I decided to run for Mayor recently. Ummm....I know what you're thinking! You're like "Hey, Carson, why are you running for Mayor?" Well, uh....I think that we need to uh...increase the amount of fights at the pits in order to help the Buckettown econ-oh-me grow and give us jobs working there. Plus they're alot of fun. Y'all ever been to one?"


A few cheers and claps from the crowd at the mention of the fighting pit. Jimmy flashed Carson a thumbs up to continue the speech.

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"And...you know what? I dunno about y'all but I like the idea of an average guy up there as mayor, you know? Someone you could have a beer with sitting there with the local council helping us out, you know? Like why do I have to do a bunch of things for years? I've lived a life! I outta be up there with them for y'all!"


A couple of shrill whistles came out from the crowd and the clapping intensified. Carson took a moment and Jimmy saw it in that moment. A brief flash, a fire in his eyes. Something inside of Carson took over at that moment. It was something Jimmy can't, couldn't, and probably never would be able to explain. But goddamnit it was glorious.

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"Yeah! Yeah! And tell you what! When I'm the Mayor of Buckettown, you know what else? We ain't gonna need to worry about no if our tent is going to fall over at night! Because everybody is going to get a brand new shack! Yeah you hear that right! Brand new shack! Just for living here! Cuz I'm sick and tired of having a strong wind and me and my neighbors gotta spend the whole day rearranging our tents. Can you feel me on that?!"


"Jesus, guy's kind of a natural at this." BoBo whispered from the back. Jimmy couldn't hear him as he was too busy joining the crowd in clapping and cheering for Carson. Hell, Jimmy wanted his own shack! Fuck you mean, he was tired of sleeping in some abandoned ruins or at the bar every night.

"What about the chems Carson?!" A voice cried out.

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"The chems? We're going to keep the chems! Shit, we're making so much money as a town with the chem's I saw we expand chem making and export them out! Who cares? If you want to use them use them! Hell, I might end up doing some chems tonight!"


"Car-son! Car-son! Car-son!" Jimmy began the chant after that final point, the crowd standing up and chanting with him as they clapped and cheered for their man. Carson hopped down from the stage, shaking hands with the new enthusiastic supporters.

The crowd eventually died down after a couple of hours and a few more cases of beer, leaving only BoBo, Jimmy and Carson alone at the bar at god knows what time in the morning.

"You know!" Jimmy said, clumsily attempting to light a cigarette and failing. "I thinks it went pretty good!"

"Yeah. Me too." Carson said, half asleep at the bar. BoBo grunted his approval as well.

"You know! You mights actually have a shots at this." Jimmy said.

"Yeah, me too." Carson mumbled. BoBo declined to grunt this time.

"You know! We still didn't get any volunteers this time." Jimmy said, finally succeeding in lighting his cigarette.

"You suck as a campaign head." Carson yawned.

"Yeah well fuck you fire me."

(fin)

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Hench, henchy hench henchy hench, HenchmenF. I'm glad it's me to tell you this, but I didn't really like the first post in this role-play on my first read. I know that story-wise it makes perfect sense for Jimmy and Carson to have a awkward relationship, the plot mechanic that Jimmy was too drunk to remember himself volunteering alone kinda cements the detail that they're not exactly gonna be perfect partners off the bat. It seems really sudden, like Bobo is the one who pushes through with all the ideas necessary to get the election on track, while Jimmy and Carson just continue this awkward vibe. I would've appreciated you building their past more, maybe rationalizing this invisible debt that Jimmy has with Carson, or hinting at it more for build up.

Anyway all is lost not, because I think you can take some amazing ideas that the intro failed to grasp upon effortlessly, BECAUSE THE REST OF THE ROLEPLAY WAS PRETTY GOOD!

Jimmy dragging on his cigarette while internally debating with himself. Walking around town promising people free drinks. Having to tell Bobo that he pays him back ("like he always does" or something like that?) Then you had the speech itself. Like, Carson actually being something of a figure of the people, easily utilizing Bucketown's drug dependance to his advantage, etc, I loved all those parts. I would bother you with grammar or something like that but I didn't notice any problems. It may have to do with me reading this about 10 minutes after I woke up, but in my head canon this roleplay is flawless grammatically so not bad.

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