Washington DC June 8th Post White House Destruction
"They should name the day after me." The self obsessed little Stark remarked.
"It'd be Stark Day, who's to say it'd be after you?" The legacy child's assistant remarked.
"Because of what I'm about to do." Natasha remarked straightening the suit she wore. She was never good at picking high market attire she left that to her assistant. She'd been treated like a princess, that's why she paid these idiots. They gave her the ideal image of a leading figure meshed with the spoiled brat most suspected her likely to be. Even when beyond expectation one had to be presented like the given part.
She stepped from the limo walking to the podium. Obviously she could not stay in the White House so she stayed in the nicest room of the nicest hotel in the area. At least so the public thought. Her bed was at Eden, in a home of five lovely sisters and Quintus. Walking through Eden's doors yesterday might raise some unsavory attention.
Behind the crimson and azure eyed teen was the remnants of the White House. It's iconic image ravaged and ruined by a event of conducted grand terrorism. The yard was full of flags at half mass and small angelic statues. Each statue a nod to where a soldier died for his or her capital. A headstone before the door listed all those who had perished in the White House. These monuments might be moved in the end but for now it painted the ideal image of someone who cared.
"Ladies and gentlemen if you would please be so kind as to take a moment of silence." She bowed her head and many nation wide followed. Many opinions and thoughts were held on her father, his assailant and the status of parliament. Almost everyone still loved the nation however, a fact the porcelain puppeteer played upon.
"Thank you. As we know this past year or so has been exhausting. The fall of Liberty, a tragedy. Continuous crisis in one local or another, a burden. Terrorism on the Pentagon, an atrocity. The destruction of Pittsburgh, a blight upon our memory. Gothic's saddening state....and finally the fall of our capital." She choked back tears, an artificial action "it's been...tedious. But we can not fault in our resolve."
"We will not leave the ruins to weep over. Our nation was not founded on graves. It was born of bold men and women who fought for their ideals. We are only human, we have mistakes and triumphs. In unity however we forge the finest nation of the globe. So on that note let us rebuild. The Stark name has costed this nation some of you may say." She smiled the next line was totally stollen from her favorite show.
"A Stark always repays their depts. I am launching the Charity for Patriots Campaign. For every dollar contributed, I and those once belonging to Stark industries will contribute a hundred dollars." A lie she wasn't paying for anything and the money was being in many cases pulled from the savings of old Stark employees. It was small fractions, all together however it'd fake the promise.
"And on that note I'd like to discuss my father, or more importantly who he has harmed and his title. Antonia, she's been targeted recently for Amaranth. I'm asking that you fellow countrymen stop hounding her with mutant equality and that our troops stop targeting for harboring a felon. Amaranth was someone no other prison would likely hold. Revolution for equality was a nice idea but the destruction caused was to far." An effort to pacify the tension, she needed to build bridges after all. "To Vengeance and the citizens of Gothic please contact me, let's make your city a ideal for brighter tomorrow not the poised domain it is." A proxy account that her aid would manage was provided for the public on a holographic display.
"Quintus is at this time is not associated with the destruction of the White House. A young Bradley Wells is believed responsible. Over the past month he'd been growing increasingly hostile, perhaps Daemon should have removed him he has the power to." A classic point finger at someone else maneuver. "Which brings me to my next point." She was enjoying this, even if nobody was listening the porcelain puppeteer loved the game she was playing.
"I beg of you. Those names with the capacity to lead this nation with great conviction and status. Please step forward to seize the throne of your home country. My fathers time is coming to a close, he was no hero....but don't let a villain take his place." The history showed the Vice President as a leader of a obviously nefarious group. If Natasha was going to boost her name it would not be in association with a man who's name and past were red flags. She could justify others, that was something she could not.
"Ayn Rand once said, every man builds his world in his own image. He has the power to choose, but no power to escape the necessity of choice. So as a nation by the people for the people. I ask will you brothers and sisters not stand by to adversity and insure our home stands taller then it ever has, rather then become crippled further?" Her efforts to rally a nation turned over for the public to chew on. The patriotic wounded facade played exactly how the little Stark had wanted.
(Sorry if messy or unclear or not grammar flawless >.> was getting my thoughts and ideas out lol)