The two-way mirror had gone completely ignored until America told her to look and gestured in its direction. She stared, frowned, and turned her attention back to their half of the booth.
"Quite obedient indeed. I would argue that such information is more useful than 'ab stats', but I concede to the fact that different scientific disciplines place higher values in different things." With such an easy way to gauge their willingness to comply, this had suddenly gained a significant amount of relevance.
"Hm. Okay. I will contribute to your cause." She collected a pencil and scorecards for herself and began adding her own category: Obedience: /10
No attention was paid to Allan in favor of altering the lists of categories, which was probably for the best.
Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 11:14 pm
America was a bit proud that her division leader was definitely a hottie with a body. Though the hair was definitely a point deduction, as she was pretty sure she'd either get stuck or cut herself running a hand through it. Also she knew that the guy was big on talking feelings.
"Gotta balance the physical out with the rest. Inner beauty is nice n all, but I like something on tap that i can drink with my eyes, too."
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Item one: the tweet had gone out from America, she of the "lvl 9 golden hunk" scale of masculine metrics.
Item two: anyone could see the damned booth was bigger on the outside than the inside. Really?
Item three: his phone buzzed. He examined it. He looked back up at the booth, jumping like a startled cat when it abruptly blared a warning about armpit AIDS at him. He looked back at the text. Suspicions confirmed.
Honestly, there were two ways this could go. His gut reaction was to silently slink away in abject horror. But the idea of tormenting Rival #1 and destroying any seeds of infatuation that may have been planted (thanks, Shiloh, for that idea) was incredibly tempting.
He hung around for a bit, loitering and disregarding Mark's voice barking insults about his stink. And then he steeled himself up. This was warfare. Brace yourself, man. Into the booth.
He spent a long time examining the diagrams with his hands in his pockets, skeptically considering the suggested postures. He figured drawing it out would be beneficial to his aims. But, finally, he caved. Coat was shed. Shirt was unbuttoned.
AH JEEZ
It was probably for the best he kept the shirt mostly on.
It was like looking at a hospice patient in the last stages of bodily failure. He looked more like something that ought to have shambled out of the Haunted House than would one day shamble into it. For the edification of his onlookers (whom he hoped fervently were few aside from Maebe), he commenced a horrifying performance of jutting out his ribs, sucking in his non-existent gut, and contorting in a fashion that brought to mind a spider in its death throes.
He lofted his middle finger with a broad, yellow-toothed grin. His free hand yanked his phone out of his pocket and tapped out a text.
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Text to Maebe: Ty for the heads up. All yours baby.
And then he shrugged into his coat to leave.
Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 11:19 pm
Jerry had simply wandered in in hopes that there would be some warm coffee somewhere along the way- much to his dismay, there was an electronic shout about the state of his stench. Red faced, he glanced about the booth and posters as Al stepped out, "What's all this about?" He managed, but thankfully the plethora of posters answered the question for him.
Well... free things were free things, right?
Humming nervously he stepped into the booth, looking over the deodorants curiously. He wrinkled his nose at the scent of the Axe, despite Allan's recommendation, and went along with the oldspice. It reminded him of his grandpa.
Warily, he stripped off his coat, jumpsuit and colorful shirt before finally pulling off even his undershirt. It was now months and months since Candace and Sasha had brought him to get his little makeover, plenty of time for his body hair to have regrown from it's waxing with a vengeance. Warily, he looked over the thick swirls of the burn scars that went from his face down his neck to his shoulder and back with a grimace before applying the deodorant like the instructions insisted, taking a deep breath, and gave an experimental flex.
"Alpha wolf," he whispered, glaring heatedly at his reflection, and Roar rumbled his support. More snarl
"Alpha wolf!!" He hissed, trying to give his best snarl. "Awoowoowoo!"
Charlotte covered her mouth politely and leaned over, it looked like she was about to vomit any second and her scoring sheet had been decidedly crushed in one delicate hand (Taym's contribution pre-Jerry did not help).
Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 11:26 pm
Allan didn't even receive a rating. Maebe just sat there, watching him like she would watch a monkey at a zoo. When he turned around to play his video games, she tapped her pencil to her lips and mused thoughtfully.
"What the ******** did I just see."
It was a shame, too. He was bang-worthy. But absolutely crazy, and not in the good way.
Speaking of the good way.
Taym walked in, and Maebe put both of her hands over her mouth to keep from laughing. She didn't think he'd actually fallen for it, but he totally did, and there he was, taking his OH GOD NO-
Maebe's head slammed into the desk before she could see anymore. Then she banged again, and again, in hopes she could knock herself out.
Watching Taym, America frowned. Were they sure he wasn't the one with the magical cancer, because dude looked like the posterchild for an eating disorder.
lvl 4 fixer-upper should be fed more regularly teeth need work needs grooming temperament issues
Jerry got a reluctant sort of approval. He was rangy, suprisingly bearish buy, with some definite wear and tear. Not too bad until...
lvl 7 Animal probably dying so don't get attached could do with more grooming does not show well, needs training
Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 11:45 pm
Candace would have been there sooner, but she'd been busy right at that moment. Judging men was fun but it was more of a reward, a goal, something to work toward. So she'd earned it. When she did arrive Taym was on his way out and given an 'I am actually very surprised to see you do this' look before she entered the back of the booth.
Annnnnd Jerry was inside.
Of course he was.
She made an unhappy face at the sight of all that body hair. "How long has he been doing that..?" Candace asked as she sat down and took up a card. Why was he snarling?
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 11:56 pm
It was no longer a strange occurrence when some strange setup found its way into the mess hall seemingly overnight. You could have a spot of tea in there at 10 pm, go to bed and return at 10 am, shuffling in for a cup of Joe to wake up and some ........... thing would be in there waiting for you. Leon paid no mind to the large structure that was smack dab in the way to the coffeepot, shifting pass it and moving forward before halting in his tracks at the robotic voice making a mockery of his health and hygiene.
It was off putting to see such a thing, commenting loudly about it, and truth be told, it was kinda upsetting, considering how strict the life trainee's hygiene regimen is. Giving the booth a glare, he took the time to humor it and stepped in for a free product.
hygiene products that have been endorsed by a pikachu from what he could see, furrowing his brows at the old spice aftershave bottle with the smiling yellow rat face. "No way in hell am I ever using Axe." he muttered, pushing those products far to the side of the room, one that, as he thought about it, was smaller than he expected, considering the mass that was being taken up outside.
The air in there already smelled like perfumed scents of Musk, cinnamon and orange that was iconic in the product when he decided to try it out himself. The sleeveless tank was off and the solid stick was already being applied, the body spray misting on afterwards and the hunter taking a couple of sprays to the collar of his discarded shirt for good measure.
The pictures and words of the suggested movements made him narrow his eyes in suspicion, why it was needed made no sense to him, but he was going to humor it, doing a bicep curl or two before rolling his eyes at the mirror and putting on a more playful look at the mirror and his reflection.
and sticking his tongue at his reflection before shrugging back on the tank and stepping out into the cooler air of the cafeteria. "Now about that cup of coffee."
Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 12:01 am
One that definitely did not follow at least a portion of the rules before he rudely gestured, and another that showed promise through his ability to follow directions until he began to howl in hopes of being an alpha (which was laughable in so many ways). Both terrible candidates.
Mimsy glanced towards Candace and shrugged.
"Is 'too long' too cliche a response? If it is not, then that is my answer." The look of disinterest she gave the window implied that she was beginning to regret staying after all. That first subject had given an unfair impression.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 12:02 am
Charlotte's mood seemed to have visibly improved as she peered at the forbidden land of abs just so over the table. The intense abs was eventually too much as she averted her gaze to hide behind the table once again.
Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 12:10 am
Maebe's head was red, and possibly bruising, by the time she stopped smashing into the table - just in time to see Leon strut by. He, and every curve his muscles made on that body, made up for all the horrors she'd seen that day. Without pulling her eyes away from the mirror, she grabbed a form, and filled it out blindly.
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Cleanliness: I want to hit that/10 Good hair: I want to hit that/10 Nice shave: I want to hit that/10 Rugged nature: I want to hit that/10 Good abs: I want to hit that/10 Charisma: I want to hit that/10 Jailbait: I want to hit that/10 Hott butt: I want to hit that/10 Sexiness: I want to hit that every which way is humanly possible/10 Overall hotness: Please can I have it.
Dakota didn't know where his woman went off too, but it wasn't long before he found the booth that had free deodarant...No one could pass this up right? And thank god that Candace and him had at least working showers, because he had just taken one.
But he didn't have his nice manly smell...just the regular old soap one.
Anyways, at the mention of shirts, Dakota was quick to shed his shirt and try the stuff on.
But the longer he looked in the mirror...the more he realized that finally...his body was working into a nice muscular form...
Ah yeah...Keeping that body tight...
Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 12:23 am
Nevada took a seat next to Candace, lazily resting her head against the older mist and looking at the display of abs.
Leon got a appreciative whistle, and a very high score sheet from the lazy mist girl...
Dakota well...He was okay. He was like most of the other tall dark and handsome men on the Island.
Leon's Score
Cleanliness: 8/10 Good hair: 8/10 Nice shave: 8/10 Rugged nature: 10/10 Good abs: 10/10 Charisma: 10/10 Jailbait: Not really?/10 Hott butt: 8/10 Sexiness: 8/10 Overall hotness: 9/10
"Too long works just fine," Candace replied with a chuckle. She looked up from her card when Leon showed up and her eyes narrowed. Nope. Nope. Go aw--
...Well then.
"I am actually not a fan of this guy..however..." The man worked hard on those muscles, they deserved appreciation. She would score the essentials, but her dislike for the man sort of..well...it made a difference for some of her scores.
Leon Cleanliness: /10 Good hair: /10 Nice shave: 6/10 Rugged nature: 8/10 Good abs: 10/10 Charisma: 0/10 Jailbait: /10 Pretty certain he is over 18. Hott butt: /10 Been told it's nice, but I haven't seen it. Sexiness: 0/10 Overall hotness: 7/10
She saw a bit of movement under the table and looked down to find Charlotte hiding there. What..? "Are you all right, sweetheart?" Was this too much for her? When she looked up again she didn't even bother to hide her immediate grin.
The hair had been his downfall but the overall package made up for it. Candace didn't have a thing for long hair but she had liked it on Dakota; he looked good regardless of its length but the long hair had been so great.
And he followed instruction so well. Who's a good boyfriend?
You don't feel bad that your boyfriend is showing off his body for the amusement of a few women?
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