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PARTICIPANT: ROUND 1

Noemi was about to Koala cling to Milo in her attempts to NOT get on the stage, which was by far MORE frightening then a simple clinging to the sun hunter. She couldn't shrink into her chair, couldn't slide through the seats like water to reform somewhere else...and before she knew it, Cee was pulling her towards the stage to a event she had just wanted to WATCH.

Why, Jeremy Why.

She watched in awe as people just...did their thing, even more so when Miss Cee went, clapping her hands together for the woman because...because Miss Cee did her thing. Miss Cee just...she was just her and she was awesome in a way that Noemi would never be because she lacked that sort of confidence. she couldn't even think of maybe one day. There was no level.

After Miss Cee though came a large group of people, and just when she thought she was safe to not being tugged on stage, she was suddenly there, looking down at the crowd.

Her face immediately blew up into redness and she fidgetted with her hands as she tried to focus on the judges.

Mark's question of course sent her into full stutter.



"S...Sexy?!!?" Noemi stared at him in horror....but to please him, and to get him off to the next question, she hurriedly replied with, "A...A Ten?"



This wasn't a question but a demand and Noemi had no idea what one piece was and oh god, she was going into meltdown mode.

"I...I can...No Habla...." She shook her head.



Dwight's question was easy though, and the girl perked up because the lifer didn't seem like...crazy...or anything. He seemed okay.

"U...Um. I would like to think I am...um..." She tried hard to think about it, "Jasmine! Be..Because she goes on adventures, and she's not afraid to speak her mind. It...It's something I am not very good at but want to be!"



After Zoe's call to next, Noemi ran off the stage and right to miss Cee, using the woman as a shield.

"Did....Did I do okay Miss Cee?"


OOC note: Roll on page 9.

Every time Jack repeated how much he couldn't believe he was watching this, Hanna smirked. Lots of smirking was happening in this conversation, okay, probably on both sides. Smirk City. Anyway -- she was too busy supporting Peyton to notice any change in Jack during her interview, at least until he prodded her about the opportunity to be a late entry in the competition. She paused her clapping abruptly and turned to face him. "This is not my preferred brand of attention." Hanna shrugged.

It wasn't for her, but she didn't particularly mind that other people like it. Hanna liked to be critical and mocking to a point, but at her heart, she didn't tend to give a s**t what other people did for fun. Sure, she would comment on it as she wanted. Ultimately, though, her opinion of Peyton or America or Neomi or anyone else didn't really change based on whether or not they decided to enter the pageant. Hanna herself could be impulsive. She had a particularly mundane fairy tattoo on her ankle -- that had been impulsive and regrettable. At least this pageant would end.

"If it's good coffee, I take it black. If it is shitty coffee, which is basically all I've had here, then with half and half," she rattled off. Golden eyes fell to his phone as he scanned through contacts. "Why, do you have a delivery guy on speed dial?" Most of Hanna's time was spent getting coffee for other people, not getting it for herself. It was a common task for her as a Death trainee.

Since Jack was busy on his phone, Hanna slipped hers out. No word from Cami yet. Perhaps her conquest to toy with Mark was going better than expected. The thought made the redhead smirk and she stashed her phone away again and redirected her attention to the stage. Oh, it was Neomi. Hanna let out another subtle cheer, with about the same level of support as she had for Peyton, but it was far dwarfed by the screaming of a guy nearby.

Noemi stared at the text from behind Miss Cee for the longest time because she had no way to reply to it. She didn't think she was amazing! Bu..But maybe Oliver really thought that...or he was being very nice. Or both.

She typed out a clumsy reply and tucked her phone away.

PARTICIPANT: ROUND 1

"Oh! Oh ya no I guess that wont do at all then. Hrm." Lydia screwed up her face, trying to think of a different solution for the poor girl with no porn name, when suddenly, the man she had spoken to about the glasses was reaching towards her.

And then tugged at her hair.

"HEY!" She pulled away instinctively, though the tugging didn't exactly hurt, it reminded her of her childhood, when the other children would run up and pull on her spiraling curls of hair, laughing when, once straightened, they would jump back up into ringlet form.

But then she realized what he held up in front of her, before placing them on her nose, and she blushed furiously. "Goodness, are you sure?" She asked again, her face becoming more red by the second, especially since the world suddenly came into crisp focus, and she could see, quite clearly, the gorgeous creature that had come to her aid.

"....................."

Lydia suddenly felt a bit faint, the world around her, the chatter, the laughter, the excitement, all becoming white noise in the background.

But suddenly, he was gone, and she blinked large, owlish eyes at his disappearance, realizing all at once that the competition was underway, and that they were all being called up, one by one.

".....I-I do wonder if perhaps this wasn't my most cunning plan." She suddenly said, out loud, towards the pair who were currently still standing there. "Oh! I'm Lydia, by the way!" She suddenly exclaimed, realizing quite belatedly that she had just interrupted what were, essentially, a group of complete strangers.

"Good luck!" She added to the other woman who had entered, and then, hearing her name called, she jaunted her way over towards the first judge, ready for her interview.



Wait, was this for real? Lydia could feel her face burning hot again, though a large smile split her face, her perfectly aligned (yay braces!) and bright white (wooo dental hygiene!) teeth flashing, as nothing short of complete adoration filled her gaze.

"Ten! Of course a ten! I can honestly say that I don't think I have met a sexier creature in all of my life. Whatever space there is at the very top of ten, that is you! The highest of tens!" She placed her hands on the table quite suddenly, leaning towards him as she continued, her grin growing, her breathing become faster paced as her excitement grew as well.

"You have all of the key aspects. The rugged look of a half man/half wild beast, the incredible musky scent." She took a long inhalation through her nose at this point, and held it, her eyes closing, her smile never fading as she savored the smell. Letting out a long sigh, she opened her eyes again, and went on. "You are everything that a man, a true man, should be. You even come with cute little pets!" She was, of course, referring to the apparent abundance of cockroaches living on his person.

Realizing that she had perhaps gotten into more detail then the question warranted, Lydia suddenly flushed again, and stood up straight. "Oh goodness, I'm sorry. I suppose I should move on to the next judge....." Her gaze lingered on Mark for a time, and she bit down on her lip as though debating saying more.

And then she quickly turned on her heel and scrambled away, like a very suddenly frightened mouse.



She wasn't quite sure she had heard this next judge correctly. Anime? Oh, like those cartoon shows with the crazy hair and giant eyes on t.v. Lydia wasn't a huge television person, having preferred to spend her time outside exploring, or reading. But the question had already been asked, and Lydia had to rake her mind back to her childhood.

"Sailor moon?" That was a pretty popular one, she thought. "Um, oh! The guy with the mask! He was pretty cool and mysterious looking." She waggled her fingers at that. Special transformation power? Lydia looked completely lost, for just a moment, before she waved a hand in front of her face and giggled. "Being able to transform into any type of magical being with super powers seems pretty great to me!" She gave an enthusiastic fist pump in the air, before moving on to the next judge in line.



Lydia's head tilted to the side a little at this question, her curls flopping over with the motion and obscuring half of her face before she pushed them away. "I suppose I would...just try to make the best of the day that I have left, with whatever means I could find to do so under whatever circumstances I found myself in." She replied, her response quite vague as so much remained uncertain. If he had asked if you could do anything and it was your last day before the world ended, her reply might have been different, but as it was, she was restrained knowledge that she could not just do anything.

Chewing on her bottom lip again, she moved on to the final judge.



Startled again by the oddness of the questions she was being presented with, Lydia gave her head a small shake as if to clear it, and then smiled brightly once more. "It means that my mother and my father had unprotected intercourse and I became a byproduct of their poor decision making." Was that good enough? She hoped it was.

Lydia took in a deep breath to calm the jittering excitement that threatened to turn her stomach inside out, and exited the questioning area.

That went well, she thought!

He snorted softly. "You have a preferred brand," he echoed mockingly, though the tilt of his head suggested he was looking for her to expound upon that. Jack's eyes remained on his phone, however.

"Two," he corrected Hanna with a grin that bordered on arrogant. "Because I'm such a wonderful guy." Both Oliver and Chel would receive the same message.



Oliver would get an additional text.



Way-too-much-homo-bait-for-that-group aside, Oliver simply wasn't worthy of the chance of looking at his toned body.

"I upgraded the machine some in the labs, more for my sanity than anything else," he went on to say. "Assuming it doesn't break down, it makes some decent coffee. Not a fan of adding s**t to it either, so this should be an easy order for even them."

He dug his phone out of his pocket when he heard it chirp. He'd seen Land up on stage though he'd have figured the other hunter would have joined in the moment he got the text.

Harland was still leaning in the shade, bracing himself for his return to society. Well, the incredibly messed up ‘society’ of other Hunters, which was a lot more like a post-apocalyptic collection of tribes, he supposed. Life with the Hunters was incredibly strange, and yet Harland couldn’t be happier.

Except when there were insects bursting forth from his seared flesh. Then he would not mind pretty much anything else. He didn't dare text Alistaire anything so explicit at the moment as I wish I could kiss you right now, but for a moment he got lost in the thought of pulling Alistaire on stage and kissing him in front of all those people.

He turned red, but his expression was blissful as he texted Alistaire back.





Harland had not forgotten that Shiloh’d asked why he was with Alistaire. He had just decided he had no good answer, not one that wouldn’t piss Alistaire off anyway, so he sort of pretended it hadn’t happened. Besides, he was just leaning alone, now. It was kind of nice, hiding out of the way.