CABINET 2

Political Flyer - “BARRY LANGEVIN - DEMOCRATIC PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE 20XX
He’s BARRY prepared!” The picture below this slogan is of a man with shoulder-length silvery sheen hair, who gazes into the camera with a heartfelt gaze. His fist is next to his face, clenched tightly as veins bulge from his wrist upward. In it is a ballot with “Marcilla McKeown” written in. Under the the picture is a paragraph talking about him further. “Senator Langevin has fought to give equal opportunities to every American under the sun. He believes in progressive values, not of his own regard, but of the public. He will follow the public in what they do, because Langevin cares. He’s already ‘gevin’ back to the community through several years of close work with his alma mater, Hope’s Peak Academy. The Academy is funding a documentary of his life, assisted by the Ultimate Film Director Mariko Nakazawa. The film will be voiced over by the Ultimate Voice Actor Nana Okabe. Langevin personally extends his thanks to these students, as well as the head of his security during campaign, Ultimate Police Officer Alexia Takana. Campaign paid for and supported by the Future Foundation, a foundation for freedom to boldly blaze forward. Slogan written by Elizabet Burns, Ultimate Sloganist.”

Clipping on McKeown’s Funeral - It’s a weathered newspaper clipping with an image of a giant funeral mass, with a stark black coffin in the middle of the procession. Emblazoned on it is a flame covered with a red X. “ALICIA VAN RESENDAAL, 2012. “CROSSFIRE, BARRY SUSPICIOUS” A mere four days ago, tragedy struck the country. Frontrunner for the Democratic party, Senator McKeown, was shot and killed while giving a speech in the D.C. area. The assassin has yet to be apprehended, but the country has come to a halt to mourn the loss of a great activist and a better woman. Her funeral was held last night, where her family and millions of supporters appeared to mourn and/or give their condolences. Many news sources have begun to point fingers at Langevin, who has proceeded with his nomination campaign without a single statement on his opponent’s murder. Could he be at fault for the assassination? As the Alumni Ultimate Democrat, the rabbit hole runs deep. Perhaps Hope’s Peak groomed him to take power as the President, to fuel their own resources. Perhaps that power would allow them to increase their experiments, which have been revolving through the rumor mill for years. Would Hope’s Peak Academy fund the execution of a public figure to further their own agenda? Shadowed in mystery, few are certain of the organization’s innocence.”

Alicia’s Diary - It’s a tattered, weathered diary. It only has one entry. “ALICIA VAN RESENDAAL, 2012. “THE NIGHTMARE BEGINS”  ---Writing these will be my only salvation. We’ve been trapped here for days, these average people...there’s no rhyme or reason to why we were chosen. Some Ultimates, some commonfolk...we’ve been told of murder and escape and trials and execution, and it’s nearly overwhelming...first murder occurred yesterday. A girl, Wendy. Her and her father were tossed into this together. We found her strung up in the Supply Store. Ropes so meticulously attached to wall hooks, her eyes. They were so dull. 73 stab wounds, ranging from the face to her stomach. 73. The girl was so young, just a teenager. I thought it was the worst to come but I was so so so so so wrong. We had to investigate, the bear...the bear told us to...and then we were forced into a cramped space and forced to debate who killed her. We nearly failed. I led them all to the truth, but the conclusion...didn’t feel satisfying at all...the boy...a teenage boy. Cryos, that must be his name. I’m already forgetting. I’m already forgetting their names. He killed that girl. He wanted to leave so very badly, he just kept screaming about some girl. Angry screaming. Betrayed screaming about a girl who was yin to his yang...god, what was her name? Why can’t I remember?! But we had to vote for him, like some twisted version of... And it was so. So horrible. The bear threw him in some odd vat. Pulled out a block of clear acrylic. I saw the boy’s eyes flittering back and forth as he held his last breath of air. And he held it so long, even when the chisel began to chip away at his holder. Maybe he thought if he waited, it would free his mouth or his nose. Maybe we did too. I did. And then it kept going deeper, until it was piercing his legs. His arms. His chest. The chisel broke the fabric and the skin on and of his chest...it made...it made the number 73...and then he was dropped into this machine. The grinding noise was unbearable. And guess what came out. A fucking blood-colored ice sculpted swan. It was cartoony. It was inhumane. I vomited til blood came along. I can’t help this, but...I pray for death, every single night...so I don’t stay here...so I can forget...so I don’t snap and kill the people around me and face that sculpted, cartoony death that shredded his final dignity and made him into a punchline.”