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"Well, you're already up here, why not do it? Prize money's a nice bonus." Bashshar didn't quite see why she was hesitating now. She had gotten the courage to come up this far, how hard could it be to fill out the form and just go for it? He eyed her for a few moments, and then glanced down to the sign-up form, skimming over the words on the paper.

He had to admit his mouth did sort of twitch up into an amused smile at the request for a porn star name.

Also, her pulling up her scarf like that to hide her embarrassment really only pointed it out more. Bashshar wasn't the smartest dude around, but he wasn't completely oblivious to these sort of things. He reached out, and patted her shoulder in about as comforting a gesture as he could manage. "You'll be fine." He was already talking as if she had signed up, which she hadn't... Yet.

Finally he was sitting next to her - he might have had to scoot a few people away. And shove. It was fine, at least he thought so anyways. Milo was almost looming, probably was since he was taller. Might have looked a little creepy, appearing so suddenly. Also wouldn't have helped that not a mere second there his hands were clasped on her shoulders and he seemed to have a gleam in his eyes.

"You can't doubt yourself, Noemi-chan!" Milo sounded serious, like he was giving an inspiring speech from an anime or something. "We can do it together, if ya want." He had seen some guys down there, hadn't he?

hey it's not my kind of participate in this kind of contest because I'm too shy but I'll make an effort this time

NAME: yuri
SEXINESS: 15
SMARTNESS: 11
YOUR TALENT: the French language
THINGS YOU LIKE: manga
YOUR PORN STAR NAME: N/A

When Hanna first received the text about the beauty pageant, she stared at it for some time. Was this a joke? She thought back to the last time she had followed directions from a text to go to the training fields. The special titan mission had involved peeling vegetables until a headless body broke it up and they went sprinting back into the Sahara. Her burns had healed now, but it was, you know, not easy to forget that. Or maybe it was an Alice hallucination? She had gone to the gym to welcome new recruits, only to learn later that they were never actually there. One nail tapped on the side of her phone, punctuating her indecision.

But, as always, curiosity won out.

A few minutes later, Hanna was back on the training fields, chewing on the end of a granola bar. Her face was partially hidden by the red hood she had pulled up to cover most of her hair, leaving only the longest strands at the front peeking out. She was dressed like herself, which was a pair of shorts, knee socks, Converses, red hoody, and a fitted black tank top.

She eyed the sign-up forms and judges table dubiously. If she wanted to be taken seriously in the Death division, Hanna doubted that this was the way to do it. Besides, though Hanna firmly believed she was Super Awesome, she didn't believe that in a hey-rate-my-body-on-a-scale kind of way. Her build was more like a runner's, and she was too short to get away with the non-curvaceous model physique. (She didn't want to stand in a bathing suit next to, like, America.) No, Hanna just looked normal -- fine, but normal. Not beauty-pageant-y at all, she thought. Did beauty queens have facial tattoos? This was really more of the kind of thing her vapid twin sisters did constantly back home, which soured her to the idea of it in general.

Not to mention that she didn't own a dress.
Or a bathing suit.
Or make up. Unless chapstick counted. (Chapstick didn't count.)

Hanna eyed the crowd for a few moments, picking out familiar faces -- America, Neomi, Shu, some guys she faintly recognized from the Sahara -- but kept mostly to herself. She really. really. really wanted the prize money, but that desire was equal to the fact that she really, really, really hated losing.

Picking up her phone, she decided to shoot out a couple texts instead, to keep her hands busy:

"But that's like, the easy part." Bashshar replied to Kylee with an easy, confident smile. Clearly Bashshar had enough confidence in her to make up for her severe lack of it. He didn't see what could possibly be holding her back - she made it this far, it wasn't that hard to fill out a form. The only complication was thinking of a porn star name that wasn't immediately racist... He had no idea if she was sensitive to that, so it was probably better not to bring it up.

"Just fill out ten and ten for sexiness and smartness. Confidence is the key to these things. I bet you no one was honest enough, even if they're butt ugly, to put ones down." Besides, he was actually fairly sure Kylee was a ten in both regards anyways - he just didn't want to overly imply he thought that. It'd just make her more shy, which was a little silly, but whatever.

He turned his head to glance back as another young man came up to join the 'get Kylee to sign up' brigade. "I think we need a porn star name now." It was probably better for this guy to think of one up, since everything that came to Bashshar's mind was a tad insensitive. "I'm Bashshar," he introduced himself with a casual wave of his hand.

"Rating oneself is sort of... weird." Kylee said cautiously. Her physical attractiveness and her intelligence? She had never thought it was something to put a number to; Kylee considered herself just maybe above average in the looks department, and she had always been pretty hardworking in school, but such things fluctuated depending on whose view it was, wasn't it?

Like in Bashshar's case for example. The girl shot him a curious look. "You have too much confidence in me, Bashshar." "Or he likes you." Akila teased, and she wanted to bury her entire face into her scarf. "I mean, I certainly wouldn't put ones, but y'know. Beauty in the eye of the beholder and all."

Huh? Glasses?

"I left mine in my room." She said slowly, but gave Lex a small smile of acknowledgment. What was this about glasses making people more sexy? Perhaps in some circumstances yes, but in her case, Kylee had always thought that it made her look more nerdy.

She still wasn't reaching forward to take a form just yet. The men would have to do the job here, it seemed.

And an other girl was questioning the logic of glasses increasing physical desirability as well. "I dunno." Kylee said quietly with a shrug. "And... that would be like, Ace Normandie. Weird."

"Oh! Girl what up!" She laughed as America passed by.



Cee had been looking around at people slowly filtering in and had actually been glancing from her phone's twitter contacts to the surrounding faces in order to make some matches. That was when she spotted Noemi with some tall glass of water.

"Mimi!" The booty-short clad woman jogged over, all legs and jiggle in a very complete and petite package. She was surprisingly agile in her super high heels. "Whose dis hunk right here? How you doin boy?"