Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27319156-20151127174058/@comment-3991308-20151129075715

Pythia had spent the morning ironing a blouse, a blazer and trousers, so that she could turn up to the Presidential Debate, turning both heads and minds. In a dark purple suit and her dark hair in a neat bun, the Serpent Princess strode over to the meeting room, and confidentally flung open the door to the stage.

"Hello! Presidential debate, isn't it?" she said, with a beaming countenance and a grinning face. She stuck out a hand to Fawn. "Thank you for running this thing! I'm really excited to be part of this! I mean, everyone here is probably all going to be amazing, whoever they at, at being President, and all seven of us running a school parliament together? That'll be so much fun! And maybe we'll even revolutionise the school, or whatever!"

She laughed, before quickly turning to her fellow candidates. "Pythia Adalinda, the Serpent Princess from the Singing Springing Lark, at your service!" she greeted, doing a mock half-bow, half-curtsy.

Sure, these people were her rivals to a brilliant presidency, but that didn't mean Pythia couldn't treat them with respect! After all, despite whoever wins, they'll all be working for each other anyway.

The princess made her way over to the podium with her name on, and stood on the little platform. She gingerly adjusted the microphone to suit her height, and quickly tapped on it to check it. Her trademark grin crossed her face. Sure, she had a presidency to fight for, but even more so? She had her ideals and plans to relay to the audience.