mance rayder

mance rayder for blood & glory rp. independent candidate for prime minister.

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oh the songs people will sing for home ; mance & gilly | september 28th

[gcraster]

Gilly’s heart is fluttering, nervous and excited and anxious. As she puts her hand in Mance’s, she remembers being young, and little, and thinking this man was a giant. He’s not quite as big to her anymore, but he’s looming nonetheless, especially sitting, and his hand is still large enough to fit both of hers inside of it. His handshake is firm but kind, as is his polite smile.

(It doesn’t make her any less apprehensive, though.)

She smiles back, just as polite, and watches as he takes a seat across from her.

“Hello,” she says quietly, as a waitress comes over to take drink orders and bring them menus. She looks at hers absently, her mind preoccupied with the man across from her. She doesn’t know what small talk to start, or if she should at all, but she doesn’t know how to sit through a silence no matter how short it is. Stupidly, she blurts, “We met once before, actually.”

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The girl is nervous, that is plain obvious, but then again, she probably has every reason to do so.

He looks at the waitress. “One small coffee for me. Black, no sugar.” At the other side of the table, he glances back at Gilly. The girl works God knows how many jobs, studies at university and still has a baby boy to look after. Surely her money should be spent on more important things than a coffee with Mance. “I hope it’s clear you can order anything you want and not worry about paying. All on me today, aye?”

Mance tries not to frown when Gilly mentions they’ve met before. He tries to place when and where that happened, but nothing seems to come to mind. Not that he doubts her – why would she even lie about something like this – but truthfully, Mance cannot remember. Craster had always been protective of his family (though possessive seems a better word to describe the relationship between Craster and his wife and child). Mance had heard rumors about the way the women in Craster’s life were treated, and for that reason the old Union Leader didn’t talk about whatever happened at his home; that only made the situation more confusing. If Craster barely spoke of his family at all, until this very day, Mance should remember if a situation happened where he met Gilly and her mother, and yet he couldn’t.

“Have we? I hope you can forgive me, I’m not the young man I was once and my memory seems to fail me very often now,” he says with half a smile, trying not to disappoint Gilly too much.

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there's an ember in the rafters and it's going to bring this whole thing down | ygritte & mance [september 25th, 9:30 am]

The commute from Tower Hamlets and the East End to Southwark and Lambeth had been hell on earth. 

Her radio alarm clock had been set to six-thirty in the morning (a new wake up call since a few weeks ago when the Baratheon government had instilled the placement of martial law and traffic had been worst than before) and she woke up and hour later with the sound of BBC Radio News buzzing in her ears — Acting Prime Minister of Scotland Eddard Stark pronounced dead at Royal Edinburgh Hospital following a car accident yester —

Cut short mid-sentence, Ygritte pushed herself out of bed and realized she had less than fifteen minutes to get ready if she ever hoped to get to work on time.

(She was ready by ten and in a rushed attempt to run after the morning bus, she managed to spill coffee on her shirt.)

Security has tightened more than before — security check points and military presence at almost every street corner, building and Tube entrance. It’s hard to feel safe when every turn is a reminder of heavy security and the implications of it. Ironic, she thinks bitterly. She wants to laugh — martial law had been taken place for safety of the citizens, but the more the cage and quarantine the country, the more the people retaliate it seems.

Point: six deaths a few days ago. Murders. It’s hard to pass it off as just mere coincidence. 

Ygritte enters Mance Ryder’s office an hour later than usual with a newspaper in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other. “Did you hear?” she asks in a hurry, crossing the room and towards his desk. “Eddard Stark —” she starts, catching her breath. “Dead.”

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Everywhere he turned, Mance couldn’t scape hearing about Ned Stark’s death. It seemed like every television channel, newspaper and radio, as well as the internet, talked about the accident that had killed the Scottish Prime Minister.

Mance bore no love for the man, but the thought makes him angry. Back in England, Stannis Baratheon had put the military out in the street, eyeing every man and woman walking and minding their own business but what did it matter? The Prime Minister had taken the liberties of the citizens of England, claiming it was for the security of everyone, and yet men had been killed the same way as before, if not worst; apparently the murders of men linked to the old families in the countries were all linked by some weird looking coin, which likely indicated an organization, instead of random deaths.

Now Eddard Stark is dead too, killed in a car accident, or so they say. It all sounds very suspicious to say the least, but the truth will come with time, either sooner or later.

Ygritte comes rushing to his office, no knocking, no nothing (not that he expected it from her), just a coffee and a newspaper. She’s late and Mance is sure she knows it well as he does. Yet he doesn’t call her out or even thinks to talk in a stern tone with her – he likes the girl and appreciates all the work she has done in his campaign. Had this happened three months ago, he might have been angry, but now he didn’t even bother. With no elections in sight, there was no point at yelling at anyone in the office for not getting work done in an exact deadline.

(Not that is means Mance has given up on campaigning for Prime Minister, far from that, since his belief in improving the life of the people who don’t have fancy surnames with them is still strong, but what can he do now? Storm into Downing Street and become Prime Minister by force, with no one but the people standing behind him? No, that won’t do. The world has yet to see something good come from someone who took power by force.)

“I’ve seen it, alright, and I doubt anyone in the damn world hasn’t,” he says. “Car accident, but I’m not buying that any time soon.”

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oh the songs people will sing for home ; mance & gilly | september 28th

When Val told Gilly that Mance was interested in having a “lunch date” with her (probably not the words Mance used, but), Gilly was, needless to say, apprehensive. The things she knew about Mance were minimal; she knew about him, vaguely, and his political affiliations, and she knew what Ygritte had told her, and she knew that Val was connected to him (and seemed somewhat fond of him, which was promising). 

What she also knew, though, was that he was a direct link to her past, to her father. 

She never really talked to her father much — there wasn’t much time to talk, nor was there anything to really talk about. He used her, yelled at her, snapped at her, and that was the extent of their relationship. She did know, though, that he was a union leader for the Independent Party. What he did as a union leader she didn’t know, but there were blissful days and nights on occasion where he would be out for hours on end; she looked forward to those days more than anything. 

(If she really thinks back, closes her eyes and really thinks, she can remember when she met Mance once a very, very long time ago, when she was young and scared of everyone; he put his hand out and when she shook it, she felt like it was big enough to wrap her body in. There was something about his serious face, his smile-that-didn’t-reach-his-eyes.)

Since then, though, she hasn’t seen him or heard from him. Not that she ever expected it, or even wanted it, if she was being completely truthful. She didn’t want him to know about her son (or, at least the details) and she DEFINITELY didn’t want her father finding out where she was, or who she was with, or that she was even alive.

Anyway.

She left Mance a message to meet her at the cafe down the block from her bakery. A good escape plan, she figured, in case she got too anxious about it. As she walks towards the cafe, nervously fiddling with her dress and hair, she has a feeling she just might have to rush back to work halfway through.

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Two days ago, when Mance had visited Val in her apartment, he saw traces of the girl living with her. Gilly, Craster’s daughter. But neither the girl or her baby where around that afternoon, but still, it made him curious. Working as Union Leader a few years ago, Mance had met with Craster several times; he was the kind of man who was rude and could turn violent at the smallest of words, but goddamn it if he didn’t had a way to get what he wanted for himself and the employees at his union.

It didn’t mean Mance liked him or even the other way around, but the fact remained that Union Leaders had to stick together, and so it remained to that day. While campaigning for Prime Minister, even thought there was no date set for the elections, Mance has Craster’s support and those who follow him.

However, the visit he’ll be paying Gilly had nothing to do with Craster. Truth be told, Mance would like to avoid even mentioning the girl’s father, since it might give her the wrong impression on why he was there. Why he was there, in fact, was to basically do the same thing he had done with Val two days ago – simply check on her. Mance knows Gilly has run from home, and though he doesn’t blame her for any of it, he wants to make sure the girl is doing okay on her own. The city is big and it’s easy for one to lost its ways on it.

In some ways, Mance considers this to be, in a much smaller scale, the same thing he’s planning to do if he’s elected Prime Minister: to look out for the ordinary people, who have no other way to turn to. He wants to improve the life of the people in Britain, and what better way to start than this close to home?

Val told him to wait in a little café near where Gilly works, and when he opens the door, he can see her in a table in the back. “Gilly,” he took out his hand. “Mance Rayder, pleasure to meet you.”

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looking for answers where no answers can be found | val & mance | september 26th

Stay in Scotland he had told Dalla. She could do more to expand his campaign there, and besides, London was such a snake pit lately that maybe it would be safer for her to stay where she and Val were born. But that was before the borders were closed, before they could even know Scotland would go independent and it would be months until they could see each other again.

Mance never thought of himself as a very romantic man, but that was before he met Dalla. She was several years younger than him, but hardly seemed to matter. She was kind and intelligent, it was a wise woman he had found, and she would stand by his side against God and the world. Mance had done many things in his life time, thought it seemed like being parted from Dalla was the hardest of them.

Truth was, he had thought about trying to bring her to London under the eyes of Big Brother, but it would be far a great risk for her. No matter how much they missed each other, it felt like too much was at stake, especially with Martial Law, where anyone could be arrested for any minor reason. Under Baratheon’s government, someone could be arrested for going out on the streets after curfew; Mance only imagined the Prime Minister wouldn’t be kind to a people who tried to cross the border (he didn’t fear for himself. Mance had broken the law countless time and couldn’t save suffered harsh punishments, but somehow most of them never came. Men have fickle memories and soon forget who did what and when. But it was for Dalla that Mance feared. She deserved better than a prison cell).

So what he could do now was be in touch with Dalla as much as he could, phone calls or via Skype when they had the time. She tells him to keep campaigning, even if there’s no election date in sight, and the old domestic things – has he been eating well, has he felt any sick lately, how much sleep was he getting?, trying to help in any way that she can. Dalla isn’t the kind of person who likes to ask for favors from no one, even from Mance, so the only thing that she asks is for him to keep an eye on Val.

He knew Val was perfectly capable to look after herself, but still, he liked to go check on her every once in a while. Not only because Dalla asks him to do it, but because he genuinely likes Val. So one afternoon he took off from his office and went to Val’s apartment, the one she shared with one of Craster’s daughters. He knocked on the door and waited for her to answer.

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NAME: Mance Rayder

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Many of the boys who were in the orphanage, who weren’t adopted at the age of 18, entered the Night’s Watch, especially the ones the caretakers thought had no other way in life, other than crime that is. They had given Mance the same advice they gave to many other boys, and so he became a sworn brother of the Night’s Watch the day he turned 18.

Music was his passion, but he couldn’t afford an education on it like he would have liked, and given his erratic ways as a teenager, the staff at the orphanage agreed that it would be best for him to join the Night’s Watch, where he would serve the country and mostly, gain nearly military discipline.

They had been right about the first part, Mance always did want to help others like him, other who came from nothing and had no ways to live up to the society’s expectations, especially when they didn’t bore a fancy surname. About the last part, the caretakers of the orphanage couldn’t be more wrong. It wasn’t the exercises or the completely black clothings or even the rigid hierarchy that bothered him the most, it was seeing how much freedom he had lost from the previous part of his life. He wanted to live in a world where a kiss was not a crime, where a man could wear any coat he chose.

One day, he simply left. Though desertion of the Night’s Watch was punished with death, amidst the madness that was Aerys’ last term as Prime Minister, there had been no time for anyone to bring any sort of punishment to Mance, and so his life went on.

He managed to get a job at a factory, and quickly got involved in the union movement, seeing that the rights of his fellow coworkers clearly weren’t so important to their employees as their duties. It didn’t take long for the people around Mance to see the power of his speeches and words, and soon he was elected as Union Leader.

While Mance was thrilled by the idea of bringing better conditions to simple workers, his meetings with employers and politicians weren’t nearly as helpful as he once thought they would be. In so many issues, he’d find his hands tied by powerful men who had no interest in the well-being of their employees. He decided to take a step further and become a MP, to then work to seek better conditions for the ordinary citizens of the country.

For Mance, it was - and it still is, after all, his wish to rule for the people was what brought him to politics in the first place - important to change the corrupt and inefficient way of the current government, as well as making changes to ensure that the ordinary man and woman lead better lives, without being crushed by the system installed by those in families who have been in power for centuries now. 

When it was announced elections would be held for the office of Prime Minister, Mance saw a chance to finally make big changes, but with the deal of Robert Baratheon and with his brother Stannis at Downing Street, all of those plans had to be put on hold. However, Mance is sure the people will not stand for long, and when the elections are finally called, the masses will seek someone to lead them in their better interests, and there will be no better man for the job than Mance Rayder.