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Unholy Warcry
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John Palin Mitchell. He signed the name for the one hundredth time that day... no, one hunderd and one. Yeah, must have been. He sighed, staying down at the black, neatly scrawled letters. Only two hours in to his work day and he was already getting bored. He loved this job, he really did, but some days it just got... tedious. After all, when you had the weight of the world on your shoulders, dinned with a different foreign diplomat every night, and get a country from caving in each day... well, when you had a calm, uneventful day ahead, it just seemed dull. With another sigh, he put paper to pin and added President after his name. Done with the day's first stack of "necessary to sign right this moment of the world will end" documents he put them aside and leaned back in his chair, a chair that he really didn't want to know the price-tag for. Having a moment's peace he took the time to look around his office. He'd only been here about three months, but he still hadn't gotten used to wow... breath-taking it was. Well, it wasn't really the room itself that was breath-taking. It was above-standard, no doubt, but the real thrill was simply what it stood for. After all, it was the Oval Office. To be sitting at this desk... Boy, that felt good.
One hour and fourty-five minutes until his first meeting of the day. More free time than he usually got. And more time to think on just how... lonely he felt. He'd never realized how lonely Presidential life could be. Surrounded by millions of people daily that simply could not understand the pressures and stress of what you were going through. It was certainly a tension builder. And the death of his wife hadn't helped. Four months into his campaign, only five weeks from the day of elections, and she'd been killed. Some socialist or democrat with a conviction that was much too strong and a mind that... well, that had cracked worse than a dropped egg. Who would have known being a Republican's wife could be so dangerous? Most people said her death probably won him the election, but that didn't take the sting of... Fourteen years of marriage and a election victory was supposed to help? It was almost laughable... if not for the cruelty of it.
It was then that he recalled one of the unofficial "perks" his predecessor had informed him of the day he entered office. He might be the first President without a wife but he wasn't the first one to get lonely. But he had a replacement now? Did she even know of that little "bonus?" Well, for some reason, John Palin was willing to take a risk on that. He hadn't realized just how lonely he'd gotten, on the personal and the physical levels. He needed some relieve and he had an hour and fourty-five minutes to get it. Reaching up, he pressed the intercom button. "Excuse me, Miss... But you come in here a moment?" He asked his secretary, who he knew was sitting just outside his office. He'd never seen her station empty.
((Yeah, I got Palin from Sarah Palin but only because I think that would be an awesome name. And John's actually from a game, so no need to worry about party-lines or anything.))
One hour and fourty-five minutes until his first meeting of the day. More free time than he usually got. And more time to think on just how... lonely he felt. He'd never realized how lonely Presidential life could be. Surrounded by millions of people daily that simply could not understand the pressures and stress of what you were going through. It was certainly a tension builder. And the death of his wife hadn't helped. Four months into his campaign, only five weeks from the day of elections, and she'd been killed. Some socialist or democrat with a conviction that was much too strong and a mind that... well, that had cracked worse than a dropped egg. Who would have known being a Republican's wife could be so dangerous? Most people said her death probably won him the election, but that didn't take the sting of... Fourteen years of marriage and a election victory was supposed to help? It was almost laughable... if not for the cruelty of it.
It was then that he recalled one of the unofficial "perks" his predecessor had informed him of the day he entered office. He might be the first President without a wife but he wasn't the first one to get lonely. But he had a replacement now? Did she even know of that little "bonus?" Well, for some reason, John Palin was willing to take a risk on that. He hadn't realized just how lonely he'd gotten, on the personal and the physical levels. He needed some relieve and he had an hour and fourty-five minutes to get it. Reaching up, he pressed the intercom button. "Excuse me, Miss... But you come in here a moment?" He asked his secretary, who he knew was sitting just outside his office. He'd never seen her station empty.
((Yeah, I got Palin from Sarah Palin but only because I think that would be an awesome name. And John's actually from a game, so no need to worry about party-lines or anything.))