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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 8:45 pm
Solia blushed and tried to hand wave it off. "I mean, it's not like I really like guys in glasses or anything. It's just... science and.. Okay every girl deserve her secret collection." Shu was too cute. The kiss just made Solia gush even more, "I will always help you waifu. Because that is what it means to be a good waifu." Nodding she didn't even bother to chase down Ripley and ask if he was going to double megane. Ripley was one of her favorite meganes. She might have taken a picture of him because she could. Jolted attention she zoomed her lens over to America, snapping a few photos. "Yes! The Glasses are sure to thrill and tantalize anyone with taste. Plus we give candies to those who are willing to participate in our study- that wearing glasses makes anyone at least 50% cuter, sexier, and better." She offered America a pair of red frames. "Go forth and help us science?" Noticing others Solia flipped open her phone and shot out her own tweet.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 8:47 pm
The shriek made Jeremy jump as though shocked, and the blonde teen turned quickly, trying to spot Noemi in the crowd. By then she had ducked down, and as such was hidden from his view.
He let out a sigh of relief, patting his chest before skipping off to find a seat of his own, as if nothing had happened.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 8:57 pm
Marcus saw Leon. More importantly, Marcus saw Leon's 'sign'. Walking over he frowned and removed his hunter coat, reveling his secret weapon. A tailored pinstripe suit, one which covered him and his scars fairly well. "I will later," he said, motioning to Leon's support, "but until then I think it's only fair I keep the clothes on. Most women go for this look and it's something to keep them baited for the big relieve you know?" He tugged on the vest and stretched his neck. "Though I think with the judges they'd just prefer me clothed in general."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 9:00 pm
It made Hanna feel better to see Cami calm. The girl didn't have an army of friends at her disposal, and though she tended to be a loner by nature, she wanted to have someone to talk to when she wanted. One of those people had become Cami -- after their initial spar, they just kept in touch. Plus, she was opinionated, occasionally crass, and up for most anything. These were all worthy traits that Hanna appreciated about her. And hey -- she was even willing to do the legwork to make some pom-poms. Teamwork! "No worries," Hanna said. "I'll be around." More specifically, she planned to just be some feet away talking to Jack, He Who Had Shown Up. Hanna stood up from the chair beside Cami, sliding down the row until she could walk freely. Before heading over, Hanna snatched an entry form and pen off the sign-up table. The corner Jack had selected was relatively isolated, which meant plenty of open seats. She slid into one directly in front of him, sitting in it backwards with one leg curled under the opposite thigh, another dangling through the gap in the back of the chair. “That was an impressively fast appearance,” she said, drumming her thumbs on the back of the chair. He looked pretty miserable to even be here, which was pretty amusing to her. "Your quick timing is excellent. I took the liberty of entering you in the competition. I hope you don't mind that I selected your porn name -- it's really integral to the interview round. How do you feel about Quint E. Sensual? It has a seriousness to it, but, you know, still porn-y." Hanna waited a beat. And then, a mellow: "Hello."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 9:01 pm
Ever's reply was unapologetic -- grinning down at Cee, and then at the other girl. His eyes flicked from her to the young man next to her, lingered for a moment, and then resettled on Cee, shoulders rolled in a quick shrug. Maybe he should have melted into the crowd to make more friends, more connections. Everyone's advice has been meet people and get to know them. For the moment, though, he'd stick to safety of someone he knew. "Nice to meet you."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 9:20 pm
Finn was well aware that Ian did not seem to appreciate his presence or company at this time. Every word he said, every little jab to insinuate that Finn was less then desirable, less then good enough, only made him want to say the words that were on the tip of his tongue. His gaze swiveled to Ian, leveled on him, cold eye narrowing as he nonchalantly let his fingers trail along Oliver's upper arm, before he pulled his arm away from around him, and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knee's as he continued to give Ian that dangerous look. Prettier hair. Nicer. "You had your chance to find out just how nice I could be, Ian, or did your head get hit so hard during...whatever the ******** happened to you...that you forgot?" He wasn't going to say it. He hadn't planned on bringing it up. He smiled, oh so pleasantly, and then sat back up straight. It was still vague enough that Shiloh might not catch on, but it certainly should have been a warning to Ian. If he was going to be painted as not nice, then he really had no reason to pretend otherwise. Making eye contact with Jack, who he noticed sitting down by himself, he returned the crude gesture the man gave him by blowing him a kiss, and then, at the buzz of the phone in his pocket, he pulled it out, glanced at it, and responded with an expression suddenly gone flat, and almost bored looking. Ol-j-manx Text to Jack: I'm not sure Deus has any thing other then an a** end, but that's just perfect for you, isn't it? Don't fight the homo, Jackie-boy. Embrace it.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 9:59 pm
Kostya had been contemplating his form for quite some time, and despite its lackluster answers, he still handed it to Dwight. Quote: NAME: Konstantin Radoslavich Bashmet SEXINESS: 12, as per America Jones SMARTNESS: 7 YOUR TALENT: Speak Russian. THINGS YOU LIKE: Efficiency, granola bars, emergency supplies, the basement kingdom, technology, pelmenis. YOUR PORN STAR NAME: The Missile Crisis, as per America Jones
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 10:19 pm
The hug delighted America, and she could't help but lift the tiny girl up as she hugged right back. "You two are just the cutest ******** things I've ever seen!" Taking the red frames and candy with a grin, America nodded, "Well that's like 1050% then, so I'll take it and thank you muchly, sweet peas." What followed was a shameless parade of poses and expressions. Most were kissy faces, some sexy librarian faces, here and there it looked liked she was imitating someone extremely stoic followed by someone whose features were pinched and irritated, and then finished strong with a shameless duckface. " Awe yeaaaah! That felt like a great way to start this thing, thanks you cutie patooties!" Parting hugs were given and then the girl was dashing off toward Konstantin, popping a piece of candy in her mouth as she went. Jumping onto his back, America wrapped arms around the Russian's neck and asked, "So what'd you go with? My suggestion right? Because 1) awesome and 2) hella accurate."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 10:24 pm
kuroopu Text to GaleSure! Gimme a sec Okay. Okay, she could do this. A spar was always good about keeping her preoccupied, being exercise and...all...Perhaps now would be a good time to discuss upcoming living arrangements. Just, you know, slip it in while casually trying to hit Gale's shield. She didn't expect whatever this was at all and immediately began to grow a little skittish with all the people about. "Hey...?" was Stormy's hesitant greeting as she approached, hands tucked and eyes flitting about. "Something going on?" ----- Hanna would hear a low sigh from him as he glared at his phone. This was what he got for hanging out with utter homos and one cradle robber. Jack did not immediately react to her presence at first, firing off mildly annoyed messages. The sad part was that this was the most normal part of the day: Finn being a stupid b***h. Seussi Text to F. ConnorNot in the mood for your faggotry today we'll see enough on stage. Why are you harping on my sex life anyway? Are you that seriously deprived of things to do? Quote: Text to F. ConnorYou've got way too much time on your hands and apparently not enough d**k to keep them occupied either. Should've been a gentleman and gotten me a snack at least for this s**t show He couldn't help but notice the odd aura of the exchange between Finn and Ian, though he had seated himself properly away and thus couldn't catch their words. Then again, Ian had mentioned once propositioning the Moon in a fit of pique, though again he backed out of that one. Definitely better to be over here; getting stuck in other people's relationship s**t was proving to be taxing. (And yet he kept being meddlesome anyway.) Only then did Jack put away the phone and leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees; he didn't stop until he had properly invaded Hanna's space, his face uncomfortably close for most people. "I came here," he said with deliberate slowness and an even tone, as if speaking to someone who was slow on the uptake, "on the pretense of watching a pageantry of idiots with someone who seemingly could appreciate it for the farce it was. I did not come here to be part of your personal entertainment, Nowicki." His eyes narrowed. "I will give you one chance to do the wise thing and tear that form up."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 10:25 pm
Dwight stared at the entry, then at Kostya. Then the porn star name. Obviously previous twitter conversations were scrolling through his mind as he looked at the Russian once more. Leaning into Mark he mentioned something about the swimsuit competition and have a medic nearby.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 10:27 pm
Milo would have pulled Noemi close, looked her deep in the eyes and told her that she could do anything - that they could, there didn't seem to be any discrimination to this contest despite the name - in as motivating voice as he could manage. Maybe even remember a speech from one of the various Sentai series. (But, you know, also might have gone on to commending her to sticking to her guns).
But obviously that didn't happen when other people arrived. All he got was gripping her at the shoulders a little tighter and then turning towards the new voice and that new voice. The brunet wore a sort of stupor on his face, for a second reminded of a few of the girls back in Los Angeles. "Aloh-" Milo began, smiling despite being caught off guard, before someone and another were introduced in their little fray. (Woah, that girl had legs and hair for days. Also, Mimi?)
Then the form.
"Aha!" He exclaimed, tightening his grip yet again and brightening his smile. "Totally not the only one who thinks ya needta enter, Noemi-chan!" He might have shot that Jeremy guy a thumbs up - if he could find him.nyxtsuki moon omg, so much going on @-@ andbeblue so I tried to stick to the main points
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 10:38 pm
Noemi was still sinking into her chair, even with Milo's grip....There was no escape. His affirmation of Jeremy's deeds only made her face pale more. Her phone was out to send one little text message to the dandelion head before laying limp in her lap.
Was the room spinning? was she going to die from embarrassment? Lord help her find the strength to manage this event. She could barely stand being with this small group of almost strangers. Well just Ever...being the stranger.
"Mi...Miss Cee...." Noemi looked up at the woman with the biggest eyes she could muster before whispering, "What do I do?" She didn't even know how to pageant things Cee, why. "I...I can't get up in front of people..." She looked to Milo now, "M...Milo I can't stand up in front of that many people...."
Why Milo...? Why Jeremy....?Enoh Love Text to Jeremy: Why Jeremy???!!
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 10:51 pm
"Oh my gahd girl.." Cee was laughing. "You gonna rock it! I mean we'll probly all lose to some pretty lookin boy. The judges look kinda gay but whatev.. It'll be fun!" She batted her lashes at Milo but the way he was holding onto Noemi told her a cute little story, "Nice ta meetya." Cee though, almost muscled Milo off of her, throwing an encouraging arm around Noemi and squeezing her. "I'll help ya if you want."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 10:58 pm
Hanna's face remained mostly blank as Jack leaned forward. She did not retreat as he invaded her space, but she didn't advance either. The form was still in her hand, flapping lightly against her thigh in the breeze. He snapped to a vaguely threatening intensity so quickly. Fascinating. Even this whole thing about making her wait to talk to him - what was that about? An ego thing? A payback thing since she hadn't immediately come over to him? Or maybe an indifference thing? It was something she was curious to find out. Wordlessly, she draped the form over the edge of the chair so that it dangled in plain sight in front of Jack. The form was perfectly blank. "You need to figure me out faster, Hawthorn," she said, mimicking his tone slightly. "I'm a logical person. If I hoodwinked you into the pageant, (1) you wouldn't actually participate, (2) it would be like punishing you for coming here when I wanted you to come here, which would be stupid, and (3) then I would be the most critical audience member. I'm good with being second most critical." She counted off her reasons on her fingers. It wasn't a long list. "Plus, pranks are not my idea of funny." Glancing over her shoulder back to the sign-up table, Hanna recognized the library guy, America's friend, and a bunch of other guys she didn't know. "Oh weird, library guy is signing up," she said. "This thing is going to be such a s**t show. It is mostly guys, it seems. Not sure that was what Mark and Dwight had in mind."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 11:08 pm
Mark was in the middle of a custody battle of his clipboard with Zoe (the female rights pro-male sausage party but still Goth Moon assistant) when the timer on the table started ringing. He managed to yank half the clipboard out of her hands and then sat back down in his judging panel, putting on a pair of sunglasses over his shutter shades.
"All right ladddieees-"
-"And gentlemen-" Zoe chimed in morosely.
"and more ladies, participant ladies that is, like the hot kind," Mark checked his clipboard. "We are going to start the interview process. It's pretty easy, we ask you five questions, and you answer them in front of everyone and like, Dwight my man's gonna record you so you'll be all over the Deus net and stuff for people to judge you and stuff but no pressure right." He took a sip of his Gatorade because Gatorade also instantly made him +1000 judge points cooler. "Right, so when your name gets called, sit on the stage next to the microphone and like, answer the questions. That's part one. Part two is the performance part so like, bikinis and boobies and stuff. Real intense."
OOC: THE INTERVIEW PROCESS - If you have not signed in you may still do so! Spectators can also still become participants at this point in time. THE PARTICIPANTS- Each of the judges will ask your character a question. Roll 4d4 to see what question you get for EACH judge and answer it (ie: edit your post to answer the question, and include the question in it as well from them hearing it). Match your dice roll to the question number of the judge in sequence and then have your character answer that question. The first roll is the first judge, the second the second judge, so on so forth. questions to the best of your character's IC ability. At the top of your post in bold red please write you are a PARTICIPANT: ROUND 1. Example: I roll 4d4. I get 2, 3, 1, 2. So for judge 1 I get result 2, For judge 2 I get result 3, so on so forth. I will now edit my post in my own time to have my character icly be asked the question (use the QUESTION PROMPT and copy and paste it and put your answer in sequence underneath) and then answer it with my character for each one. Something like: "What is your favourite colour?" Bob considered this question. He thought for a long second. "Red, of course. Red, because it reminds me of censored items that Gaia cannot allow us to use in RPs but somehow makes items that look even worse than the censored word." He patiently waited for the next question which came from John. JUDGE 1: Mark: A scruffy-looking man seats himself on one side of the table. He is wearing two sets of sunglasses. He looks like he has not showered for quite a fair bit of time, and his attempts to be cool are entirely thwarted by his attempts to be cool. If you are a lady he keeps on making sexy eyebrows at you. Roll a 1: "If you were a superhero, but like the Avengers kind, not the DC comics kind, cuz that is important, what sort of superpowers would you have?" Roll 2: "Let's talk about your competitors. How like, competitive do you think they are. What chance do you think you have of taking home the grand prize?" Roll 3: "On a scale of 1 to 10 how sexy do you think I am?" Roll 4: "Out of the curiosity, what exactly would you do with your prize money?" JUDGE 2: Allan (the redhead). The tallest of the judges looks super excited to interview you. It seems he has cards prepared but he throws them away in a gesture of excitement and stands on the table, posing as he asks the questions. He also may or may not be the Sun division lead. Roll 1: "What is your favourite pokemon!" Roll 2: "Sing me the opening song of One Piece! From your kokoro!" (Allan thinks this is trivia) Roll 3: "What is your favourite anime!" He then proceeds to follow it up with "And anime character and song and mascot and special transformation power, etc etc" Roll 4: "Do you believe in the shining soul sparkling strong in your kokoro!" Judge 3: Dwight: Next up is an asian man who is a little trendier dressed than Mark. He seems much more casual than the first two, if not almost inconspicuously casual. There is also large video camera on a tripod recording next to him. Roll 1: "If you were a Disney princess which one would you be and why?" Roll 2: "If the world was going to end in one day what would you do?" Roll 3: "If there was a movie about your life, what would it be called?" Roll 4: "What's your ideal date?" Judge 4: Zoe. A gloomy girl sits at the far end of the table furthest away from Mark. She has long black hair that seems to be eating the clipboard in front of her. A small umbrella protects her from the sun. Everything she says is in a flat monotone. Roll 1: "Next." (Zoe does not explain herself and you are quite awkwardly nexted out of the stage.) Roll 2: "Define 'life'." Roll 3: "What does your existence mean." Roll 4: "Define why." THE SPECTATORS- All spectators can cheer on the participants as they go up by quoting the rper and offering encouraging shouts and gestures, and they can also encourage the participants before and after they go up. Hooray!
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