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 Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 7:40 pm
Hansel and Una lined up together, the Twins after him.
"Can ve register?" Hansel asked gently. "Ich vant to show off mien cookingt skills." Hans smiled gently to Bela.
"Yeah und i vant to help my Uncle if thats okay?" Una smiled cheerfully.
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Dante stayed quiet for now until it was his turn. But he did keep watching two people. A blue haired one that just entered the area. And another brunette that looked to be in a band, she was cute.
Vlad was busy watching the redheads, a new one that just popped in.. wait was that a panda? "Who the hell brings a panda here?" Vlad questioned aloud. He shook his head and went back to watching the... s**t she looked like a cop. Still.. she was cute. Hopefully she was a good fun cop. And that one.. the one in the cute dress she was adorable. He needed to get to know her. And know more people where coming in. Hell he could do this all day just sit and watch.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 7:47 pm
Celavon Vashida & Sheena Tao Celavon sighed softly, thinking about entering the competition, but there was a lot of competition. She didn't have much confidence of motivation to enter, looking around and seeing her little brother sitting around, skipping over to him and hitting him on the head. "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you flirting around little boy?" She asked, with a small giggle, walking off. A bit ways away from them, Sheena was there, looking around. She wondered how this year's contest was going to be, her planning on entering. If she won or lost, she wouldn't care, it was going to be fun to her.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 8:05 pm
"Of course, both can enter." Bela smiled dazzlingly, passing a paper forward with a pen. "Sign here, please." she said, quickly turned off by the girl. Niece? Blegh! Bela disliked children, neither did she plan on having any. Teenage years were always the worst.
Sure, the man before her was handsome, but when he opened that damn mouth... oh well, she'd be sure to see more soon. She was bound to. This place was filling up fast, and fresh new faces keeped arriving. "Thank you, good luck with the competition. I'll be rooting for you!" she added the last part rather generically, not sounding genuine at all.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 8:19 pm
(She said Uncle! lol can i help my Uncle out?)
Hans smiled and signed his name, Hansel Weber. His hand writing was like a drafters signature.. hell you could have typed it out on a computer. Of course it just showed his military upbringing too much. it was clean, crisp and completely.. painfully straight.
Una signed her name as well it was cutesy and curvy of course.
"Danke." Hans smiled to the woman. "Du bist one auf die judges? How do dein like Deutsche food?" Hans asked her with a smile.
Of course that smile was short lived when Vlad shoved his way forward and leaned on the table. "Hey sweetness." Vlad grinned handsomely. "My brother Dante wants to register. I'm going to stand around and look pretty." Vlad grinned.
"Hey! Ztat vas nicht nice!" Hans growled at Vlad, his gorgeous blue eyes narrowing at the long haired male.
Una just blushed and scooted out of the way. "Come on Uncle ve should pick a good spot." Una said as she grabbed Hans's arm and dragged him away.
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Vlad rolled his eyes, like he cared that he pissed off some foreigner? "I love your blonde hair by the way.. its absolutely divine on you." Vlad said in a purr of a sensual tone.
With the two out of the way, Dante stepped forward. "Vlad your going to make alot of enemies that way." Dante said gently. "Ah yes i want to register to cook in the contest." Dante said with a smile.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 8:22 pm
School year hadn't started just yet – something about the town;s revitalization effort.. or something. All he knew was that he had a vacation until Fall, since, as everyone knew, Summer vacation meant.. vacation! Only kids that would be caught there would be the ones who really had to.. and the students. Though, with all these new transfers, he figured a bundle of them would be needed to catch up for Fall.. Herman strolled into the cooking competition, unwillingly thinking about work – no. No, he was happily thinking of work. Because he was basically the only male on staff! No testosterone to take him down, just him and that cute counselor.. Plus, the teenage girls. He was in control of uniforms, schedules, and.. everything. So what if they were understaffed? He could multitask and that just meant.. more girls for him. He smiled pleasantly and paused at the edge of the festival looking for – aha! There she was! He headed straight towards Winnie and, without warning, set a hand on her shoulder. “Hello, Ms. Bloom – you wouldn't mind doing an old man a favor, would you?” He asked as he steered her back towards the line and judges, keeping his eyes on her.
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Romane had gone back to watching the crowd, doing the thirteenth headcount since her arrival. It had increased, but no one had disappeared, it seemed.. One hand was at the spare holster at her waist, opposing her issued gun. It was really only there for preparation in getting one of the firearms she had been eying for.. as long as she could remember. Still, that was beside the point as inside it now was neither a firearm or air. Inside was a paper fan. Strange for her to be caught carrying it, but she hadn't brought it for fun and games. The item was evidence, a reminder that someone didn't want her here, and she was sure as hell going to find out who. 'Someone she didn't know'. Well, that was a wide range of individuals, considering she had only transferred here at the beginning of this year. Sure, she did know everyone's name, age, criminal record, family, residence.. and all the information provided by their files, but that wasn't the same as meeting someone. It was why she had been going around introducing herself this week – though the flower shop had prevented her from going beyond that group – ah. Flower shop.. Had she actually spoken to anyone there? She knew she had talked.. quite a bit.. but would those individuals count as someone she 'knew'? Then again, why should she trust the note? The writer was obviously the suspect, of course they would give her a false clue to get her off their trail.
These thoughts were interrupted as her partner approached. She was alerted to her presence before she had said a word, turning towards Rachel and acknowledging the well-trained canine beside the blond. “Officer Fate.” She greeted in the same manner the other had and set her arms to her side, ceasing the fiddling her fingers had been doing with the end of the fan. “Everything is in order, ma'am. ..The mayor appears to have brought.. a panda.” She informed her slowly with a small glance in the animal's direction. She had ignored that oddity, but while she was reporting to Rachel, she felt she should include that. Was that even legal? As much as she adored enforcing the law, she wouldn't risk her job by miffing the mayor, so she kept quiet. But, the moment that panda did anything.. She would be there to shoot it. Violent thought, yes, but restrain a panda? She had training, but not enough to take down a rampaging animal and.. she knew that every animal had the risk of going insane randomly. She had been taught that much. Well, aside from dogs, that is.
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Gaston remained silent where he stood, standing proudly with his prized panda playing some inane game with his feet on the ground. The large creature was rolling on his back, tugging his toes towards his nose and sniffing them. Why? Well, ask the panda! Florence was bored as hell right here, nothing to do.. He took in a heavy breath, as though sighing, and turned brown eyes towards Gaston. The man was stroking his chin idly and watching the crowd for beauty. Male or female, it didn't matter – the judge (guest judge) certainly was a beauty. Look at that sparkling demeanor, the way she brandished that paper with such grace, such elegance! She would be beautiful on his wall! Or standing in his garden – oh! He smiled charmingly at her before Florence started to gnaw at his shoes. “Florence!” He scolded, but the bear only paused for a moment in his chewing, slobber dripping onto the pavement. “..Please, snookums, if you want to.. Oh, I see.” He was bored! Aha, perfect! He backed up and gently shook his shoe free of excess saliva, taking a form from Bella. That action, however, had the man dropping the leash and giving the panda way to wander off. Florence headed into the crowd and away from his distracted owner lazily, in search of a new shoe to chew on.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 9:21 pm
 •••••••••••••••••••••••••••Winnie Bloom The girl froze a little as a masculine hand landed on her shoulder. It couldn't be anyone but, ah, Herman Frisk, her boss. There was something about him that was different than other men, maybe it was the whole coworker thing. Missy hadn't whined or growled at Herman, except for the first time Winnie met him. The dog was ok with the man being around. She peeked out of the bag, her eyes hopeful. She wanted him to pet her. " A favor?" she asked, a light blush coming onto her face. There were so many implications with the word favor, but she wouldn't be suprised if it was business related. Anything else would be uncalled for, considering their relationship. " Yes...I mean, what?" She was attracted to him. After all those years of dating older men she had a soft spot for men in their forties and early fifties, they were mature, and knew what to talk about. She was used to having conversations with them. It was like talking to your dad, but your attractive unrelated dad. Herman seemed like a family man anyway, and that was always a plus for Winnie. Why else would he subject himself to being around children 5 days a week if he didn't like them? She often wondered why the man didn't have a family of his own, maybe he was too busy teaching children to settle down on his own.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 9:33 pm
Bela was about to answer the blonde german, when he was pushed out of the way rather abruptly. The man before her was tall and rather wiry, to say the least. Oh, was he directly hitting on her? Hah! She could smell a player from a mile away, it was easy. She held out the paper and pen for Dante, "Please, sign here." she smiled at him, but it was not the previous dazzling one.
"Vlad, was it? You could be helping your brother, you know, instead of standing around and looking pretty?" Bela teased, biting her nail coquettishly. She was sizing the man up, it was evident. But Gladice looked at her then, she was taking too long. "Maybe I'll see you around sometime, you know?" she winked, taking the pen back from Dante. "Good luck, I'll be rooting for you!" she smiled at Dante again, but her eyes were on Vlad. "Next, please!" she voiced, but then saw the mayor and a panda?!
What was a panda doing here?! "Mr. Mayor, may I be of service?" she asked politely, but her eyes were on the panda. Even as it walked away and disappeared, but then she looked up at Gaston. Her eyes expectant; what did he want?
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 10:52 pm
Oh? So she wasn’t Bella James. Yes, that was to be expected. She didn’t seem to really know what she was doing, while Bella James, whoever might she be would at least know she was a judge… unless.. the notice never got through the mail? Sure, she knew the mayor was a foolish man but surely someone in that whole building would have sent her the letter explaining the situation! Gladice was starting to worry about no having a third judge and simply asking Winnie to act as it, when the real Bella came in. ”Oh! So you are Bella James! Nice to meet you! My name’s Gladice. I hope you’ll be having fun to- oh, seems like we are going to get busy…” Indeed, a bunch of people started flocking toward them, wanting to join the contest. The first of them being that strange girl who seemed already ready for the Pumpkin festival. ”Of course you can joing, sweetie. You just need to sign here.” She told her as she passed some of the signing sheet. Poor girl was probably mute or something. She took notice of Bella flirting a bit with the male contestant (which there was surprisingly a lot. Usually that kind of festival would have attracted more the girl) and gave her a look. She didn’t mind if she was flirting after they were done registering them, but for now, they had to work. Especially since that useless mayor still hadn’t sh- oh, there he was… with a Panda it seemed this time. Well, at least those animals where cute and cuddly… she hoped, as shiver from the memories of the jaguar.
Yoakim came into the town square, running rather than walking. He stopped at the entrance sill panting for he had ran since his house. He couldn’t believe that he had overslept. Him, oversleeping! He was usually awake at 4 in the morning but today, he didn’t woke up before 10. Whatever happens, he had no clue. Perhaps it had something to do with the alcohol form last night… perhaps. He looked around the square, trying to see people he knew. Of course, sitting at the jury table was his grandmother, but she was too busy for him to go talk to her. Anyway, there were too many people there for him to feel like going. He hated people and crowds, preferring to stay afar. The next person he spotted that he knew, was Ellie. A smiled imidiatly came on his lips. She was as lovely as ever and even had cute little jewel-Rune with her. His first thoughts was to go speak with them, but that nagging voice in the back of his mind told him not too. Sure, he still had feelings for her, but she was first and foremost, his friend. Also, if would have been rude to go greet her before saying hello to Kade. He was his boyfriend after all. Lucky for him, he noticed that the hairdresser was just next to Ellie! That way, he could greet them both at the same time! He started making his way toward them, when he bumped into the young man that was working at the general store (Alex). ”Oh.. I’m sorry..” He said quickly, without even taking the time to look at who he had bumped into.. Sure, it had been his fault being too busy to look at Eleanor and Kade, but he still didn’t felt bad about bumping into Alexander. He shouldn’t be standing there, anyway.
Sure. Both of them weren’t really great cooks, nor did they gave a ******** about some stupid festival like that. However, they booth needed money and every contest had a prize! Either it was money, and object they could sell, or a month worth of food they wouldn’t have to buy, it would be worth it if they won. Futhermore, cooking meant using knives and he sure as hell was ******** good with knives! He could just chop and cut at his heart content! The thought of that make him grin like a madman, almost dropping his cigarette (fifty two left) in the process. Sure, he wouldn’t be using his knife on people, but all meat had been alive at one point. It was then that he noticed him… Those hair… that face… sure, they hadn’t seen each other in five years, but that was his brother and he knew it! He hadn’t changed much… gain some muscle, maybe grew an inch, but he still had that same boredom expression on his face. What was he doing there? Wasn’t he supposed to be in the city or something? Last time he had heard of him, he had moved back into the family home in which their grandmother was now living.. OH s**t THAT WAS HIS GRANDMOTHER OVER THERE. That made him dropped his cig and he didn’t even give a damn. Turning around to look at Conor with the most scared expression that ever came upon his face. He actually looked like his friend when he had hallucinated all those horses. ”Dude! That’s My bro and Gran over there! WHAT THE ********>
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 11:12 pm
   Haruka reached up and fixed her bangs as she marched away from her mother, who was looking surprisingly smug. She had managed to escape the woman's grasp, but at a cost. She walked up to the table behind which Gladice and Bela sat, staring at Bela the whole time. She was pretty, sure, but Haruka couldn't help but marvel at thick makeup the woman was wearing. "Uh, I'd like to sign up, too," she said, not bothering to break her stare. Now that Nanami had gotten what she had wanted, she placed her hands firmly on her hips and grinned at Yuuto. He stared back, holding back a sigh. "Your parenting skills are remarkable."
Nanami was pleased by the 'flattery'. "I know, pretty damn amazing, right?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 11:20 pm
Gladice turned her attention tot he young girl that was now talking to her. She seemed young, but there was no age limit for the contest! Well, they did needed to be over 12, but that girl was in her teens, so it was alright. It was all about fun and good food anyway! She passed a form at the girl, still keeping her usually warm smile on her face. "Here it is sweetie. You just need to fill that up. Are you entering alone or do you have a partner?" She asked. People around her age usually preferred to work in team. They were in for the fun, after all, not the prize.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 1:26 am
Gaston had his complete attention on filling out that form he had taken from one of the ladies – who was he to remember which? - with his trusty quill. Never left home without it! The man slipped out a little vial of black ink from his front pocket, uncapping it and dipping the pen inside before replacing it from where it came. Perhaps a bit excessive for a writing instrument, but anyone who criticized was just jealous and.. hadn't ever seen how smooth his lines were now. Ooh, pretty! He smiled to himself and, after a few more seconds of careful scribbling, he had his pen pocketed once more and his eyes on Bela. Had she spoken to him? Oh, he didn't notice.. But, well, it was best to assume that it was the same thing that every maid and servant asked him. 'How may I be of use?' Hm. Well, she could be of use in something more elegant than what she was wearing.. A robe or bell gown. Then, perhaps a mop so she can finish the dreadful job his maid had done on his ballroom. Perhaps a massage later? Ah, but first! “You may help me by approving of this form, my lady. I'm sure you know my name, but whatever is yours?” He asked her as he inserted the form into her hand and studied her face. ..She looked like a.. “..Jessica?”
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Conor had entered the square along with Keith, in perhaps the same mindset as the other about the cooking deal. Sure, he would rather just go buy some fast food or heat up a frozen meal, but cooking meant he could use fire, right? Light up the stove and s**t. ..'Kay, so, it wasn't as cool as lighting something else up and when he thought that line to himself it felt kind of.. gay.. but, ********, food was food. Even if they didn't win s**t, they could still bring home what they cooked.. and whatever else they could find. Just hoped it wasn't something disgusting – there was a theme thing, right? Better be something good.. like salmon or crab or tuna or shark or.. well. Anyone who knew Conor would know that anything fish-related would be considered topnotch with him. He'd heard his dad was a fisherman, could be something inherited, but all he knew was that he loved the stuff since before he could remember. He smelled the air in hopes to get a whiff of something cooking, but his attention was stolen as Keith dropped his cigarette. Their cigarette. The ********-? Oh. Wait, what? “What? Dude, they're in the city, you said – Holy ********, your brother's hot.” He raised his brows, having looking over the old woman and man that Keith had indicated. That was Keith's brother? He wondered briefly if the guy would be willing to with his bro or not, but eith- OH. Was that-?! “It's ******** Blaire! With tits! Blaire with tits – ********, dude, look! She's got tits! And she's wearing.. glasses! Ha! BLAIRE!” He lifted his arm above his head and shouted to her, grinning like a kid again. He hadn't seen her since he was.. ********, since he was eleven. What happened to her? She's tall and an actual chick!
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After submitting a form to enter himself and Yoakim into the contest, Kade was following the panda. Or, well, watching it follow him. It was so cute! He wasn't gonna bother it or scream in fear it would run off, but look at the little big thing! Just traipsing after him like a duck! He wasn't sure why it seemed to like him so much, but Kade had to guess it was his aura or something. Cool, right? Yeah, he had an aura around him that attracted cute, fuzzy bears like this one! Ooh, he just wanted to bring him home and tie a ribbon around him and.. and.. Was that Ellie? Rune! Oh, my god, and Blaire?! He didn't expect them all out! Well, Blaire got out a lot with Rune, but Ellie was so withdrawn.. He had to practically drag her outside every time he wanted to go somewhere! He smiled excitedly, “Girls! Dolls! I didn't even expect – Oh, this is so wonderful! Are you entering? Oh, oh, you should do it as a pair! I would offer, you know, to cook with you, but Kim and I are already partnered up..” He frowned as he informed them of that. Of course, Yoakim didn't.. know that he was entered, but did that matter? He knew he would like it, what with how much he loved food! He put his eyes on Rune in her mother's arms and stuck his tongue out with an even wider grin, if that was possible, “Ooga-booga! Oh, isn't she the cutest? Aha! Do I see a split end? Tsk, tsk, you need to come to the salon, missy! And we can do you up all pretty.. Have you thought of a perm, Ellie? Oh! We can give her a cute little bob or a pixie, wouldn't that be adorable?”
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While waiting for that answer, Herman allowed himself to gaze at the crowd. Huh, lots more new people than just the transfers. Several, in face. One of which he was.. unsure whether it was male or female.. He squinted at the loud, obscene effeminate male.. or masculine female.. Then a rather tall, raven-haired person crossed his vision. Ah, no, make that two he was unsure of. Taller than him, but, eh, he guessed some girls could get that high.. With a B12 every morning, afternoon, and night since toddlers. He shooed those thoughts away and turned his head back towards Winifred. He always had thought that was an unusual name for a girl, but never commented on it. It was kind of.. unique, in a fun sort of way. He started them towards the judges, pausing a little off to the side of the diminishing line to consider her. Her hands were a bit too soft and delicate looking.. but she did have the personality and he wouldn't doubt her capabilities. She was probably far more capable than he, he knew that much.. Settled, then!
“Well, I was hoping that you could enter alongside me. You see, I never like to miss the chance to compete in.. anything, but I'm not the greatest cook. I know I'm joining, but I wouldn't want to make a fool of myself..” He glanced down as he spoke and caught the gaze of that cute little dog of hers. He wasn't particularly fond of dogs, but he knew that if a woman had one, he better give it a scratch. So, it was reflexive that he set his freehand on the pooch's head and gently pet her. It was true – he did love a competition and the chance to win. It was part of the reason why he was still in shape and probably would stay that way for years to come. Any race, triathlon, physical fitness test.. Those were the usual things he came across and got stuck in, but here it was a cooking competition. ..Plus, this was a reason to watch a woman cook up close and try some classic cooking, something he hadn't had a chance for in.. thirty years? He was starting to miss it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 1:53 am
 Wait, what? His brother was hot? Keith turned around to give an other look at Yoakim… yeah, he could see that he was hot…. Actually, he was ******** hot. Damn b*****d, stealing all the hot genes in the family… For a moment, he actually pondered if having sex with his own brother would finally cause him to step of the limit and crossed that line he was oh, so often stepping on. His answer? No, it would not. He could actually see in his head how him and Conor could manage a threesome with Yoakim without the two brothers having to touch each other. ”Dude! I know they are supposed to be in the city! Why the ******** do you think I’m panicking! Hell, I even dropped.. OH ********, my cigarette!” He went down on the ground and grabbed it. Hopefully, it was still lit! He brushed it a little and put it backed in his mouth. Who gave a ******** if the rule was five second, ten or even an hour? He wasn’t wasting his cigarette because of gravity. It was then that his friend started.. screaming? The ********? Blair who? What was he talking about. Worst, what the ******** was he doing! Keith grabbed Conor’s arm and shove it down. ”The ******** dude? I thought the whole point of coming here was that people didn’t knew us! Now you are saying hi to some childhood friend or something and my whole damn family is here! I wouldn’t be surprised if Judith would be here! You know what she would do right? She’d send up back there… actually no, she’d send her lawyers after us for stealing the tuition money!” If there was one person Keith would never be able to stand too, was his own mother. It was like programmed into him to shake in fear at the mention of her name of to crown into a corner would he even think of her face. They were already lucky she hadn’t sent some spy to hunt them down… or maybe she already had and was spying on them with some new developed satellite. That, unfortunately for them, was actually more probably than her just not caring.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 3:00 am
Haruka looked back at her family at Gladice's question. Nanami had never cooked a meal in her life (they had lived off of take-out and pity dinners until Haruka was seven and had had enough and started doing it herself) and Yuuto... Well, he probably cooked as well as any college guy could. Which wasn't saying much. "I'll be myself," she replied with a smile, taking the form and moving to the side to fill it out. When she was done, she handed it back to Gladice, thanked her and returned to her family. "See, that wasn't too hard," Nanami teased Haruka, preparing to pester the girl until the competition began. However, she walked right on past, not even looking at her mother in progress. Once it had been made clear that Haruka was going to do her own thing, Nanami's jaw dropped and she stared after her daughter in disbelief. "The brat!" she exclaimed, looking to Yuuto for answers. Yuuto sighed and directed his sister out of the way.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:56 am
Dante blushed was Bela sized him up. He signed the paper as did Vlad in case Dante needed the help. "I-i yeah y-you too." Dante stammered not knowing what else to say. He headed off with Vlad to find a nice cooking area. Once they did, Dante started looking the cooking area over and examined what they had. Not horrible but decent.
He started getting ready, though for what he didnt know. While Vlad was busy watching the girls.. and some guys. Dante snuck away to go peer under the tarp of ingredients. He looked around as he approached it.. everyone was busy.. not paying attention. He lifted a corner and bent down to peak under.
Vlad couldnt believe he had been shot down so soon! She seemed more interested in Dante then him! Hmm... maybe she liked the submissive types. Or maybe he was trying too hard. A small town like this he might have to change his game plan...
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:15 am
 Oh, that was unexpected that the girl would have been cooking by herself. That only meant one thing - she was actually a decent cook and preferred to do her things herself rather than trust someone who could be worst than her. If Gladice intuition was eight, she might just be the girl to beat... if she was right. She took the form that the girl had filled and put it with the rest of the filled one. Who did they had till now? She took a peak through them. There were those Sex Bullet people... she would need to send a fireman stand guard next to them... Then there was that weird girl.. She called herself Mistery Girl X? Oh, that might just be interesting. She took a mental note to watch her cooking. Next on the list where those two German people. They seemed decent. They didn't look like the best cooks, but with the other contestant, they had a chance to win. After that was... Florence Sonata? What in the Lord's name? She gave a glance toward Gaston. Was he being serious? She knew better to question him and simply shake her head in shame as she return to see the forms. Oh, Kade was entering! She didn't know how good of a cook he was, but what was sure was that everything would be pretty! Who was his partner? Oh dear God... This was going to be a total disaster... She put the form away to shameful to even think the name of the hairdresser's partner. Finally, were those twins... the Tepes, eh? Well, they looked capable, if yet foolish. Well, one of the was. She felt strangly happy when she noticed Bella turning him off. That would teach him. Where was the other? She scanned the festival looking for him. She saw her grandson with a group of friends, some people that looked like a family, more people, two teenagers, more people oh, there he was! Wait... trying to... Oh he did not! She excused herself from the table and walked in his direction, reading to swing her cane on his head. And she did. Two times. Make it three. Oh, her comes a forth. "Instead of whining, be happy I just did that! Would have I waited one more second, you would have had to be disqualified! Shame on you! Now shoo! Back to your station and I better not see you away from it until the start of the contest!... " She almost screamed. She wasn't the kind to be angry, but cheating? Unacceptable! She made her way back to the table, walking right pass Conor and Keith, who she didn't recognized. Kid had changed a lot since he was twelve.
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