Wyatt would have arrived on time, but there was an emergency bowel movement caused a shameful delay. But he wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to compete in a competition for $5,000 where the main requirement was being sexy. For most of Wyatt's life, that's all he thought he had going for him!
He quickly filled out a clipboard to sign himself up.
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NAME: Wyatt McCoy SEXINESS: 69/10, would bang. SMARTNESS: 6 YOUR TALENT: Sexual innuendoes. Making the ladies, the boys, and the ladyboys swoon. Stripping. Also guns. Also these guns. THINGS YOU LIKE: Sexual innuendoes. Making the ladies, the boys, and the ladyboys swoon. Stripping. Also guns. Also these guns. YOUR PORN STAR NAME: Dickson Ryder
He then hurriedly joined the other contestants as if he was perfectly on time and didn't just come from dropping a deuce.
Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 11:42 pm
For a few moments more the stare continued. Back talk was somewhat expected now, given their exchanges in the infirmary; hell, back talk was one of the few things Jack was actually used to and found necessary to his routine. But it was interesting nevertheless to note that Miss Nowicki didn't flinch. It was different than Peyton's catlike retaliation, it wasn't from a purring pretender who was an annoyance not because she posed a challenge, but because she thought she did. Just standing her ground.
It was a little refreshing from the usual bullheaded stubbornness he faced, even if they were just different branches on the same tree. There were even reasons provided. Actual reasons! Maybe it was more than a little refreshing.
Owain muttered something in his head about reigning it in in concerns to his mood; his mind was trying to multitask too many thoughts, and while his exterior was quite cool, inside there was a minor storm of fragmented musings, things alcohol had dulled but couldn't erase. It had been a mistake to let those unresolved emotions get the better of him, a flaw in his design.
The sharp look in Jack's eyes dulled into something closer to his usual expression, like every day was a Monday morning."My associates act as though logic and common sense are foreign languages," he said dryly, the unusual intensity fading as he sat up. "Do forgive me for applying same the assumption here. It's hard when there's evidence supporting them, though: like believing I'm good company for social events."
He looked over at the man Hanna pointed out, remembering him vaguely as some sort of lackey for the basement chick. "Library?" Jack echoed with a raised brow. "I don't see him all that often there." He was unaware of the unofficial collection going on, only that the Deus catalogues were a veritable trove of information about Halloween he often took advantage of.
"As for the contestants, well, the island has some ******** f** pheromones, I swear. Of course they're going to show up at s**t like this. Those two should just stick to porn mags since it's the closest they'll get to getting laid," he added as a matter of factly.
Wyatt was holding onto his grin as he stepped forward for the first round of questions from the judges. The first question came from the scruffy man on the far side of the table.
MARK's Question
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?"
"I think I have a good shot at this grand prize," he said, not wasting any time with faux humility. "I mean, y'all look and stuff, but c'mon. First of all, let's take a look at me. I mean..."
He flexed for the judges, and winked towards Mark.
"I mean..." He lifted his shirt to reveal his abs, as if his body would speak for itself.
"I mean..." He then turned to give the judges and crowd a nice look at his a** defined in his pants.
"I mean come on, y'all can't beat this," he said, gesturing some more to his body, presenting it with such pride one may think he was presenting the cure for cancer. After performing a slow body roll as an argument tactic, a move that would be frowned upon in most debate clubs, he then started to form at least somewhat more coherent sentences.
"So point one, I'm hot, clearly. Two, I'm talented. Three, these other folks up here don't got none of what I got." It should be noted here that at least one of things that they might have as an advantage over him is the use of proper grammar.
"Case closed, I think," he gave a half-shrug as he waited for the question from the next judge.
ALLAN's Question
Roll 4: "Do you believe in the shining soul sparkling strong in your kokoro!"
"Errrrrrr," he started in a long drawn out growl as he tried to comprehend whatever the ******** was just said to him. "Yyyyyyyyyyessssssssss?"
Cue an awkward smile as he shifted his attention to the next judge, silently pleading to get him out of this awkward moment.
DWIGHT's Question
Roll 2: "If the world was going to end in one day what would you do?"
"I reckon I'd have a party," Wyatt shrugged. "Hey, the world's ending anyway, right? Might as well live it up."
ZOE's Question
Roll 4: "Define why."
"Why what?" he asked back. "Like, to my last question? I guess cause as I said, might as well have fun before it all ends. Or do you mean something else...?"
Wyatt had a feeling she wasn't going to answer his questions, and just took a few awkward steps back.
Uncertain, he flashed his abs again awkwardly before sitting the ******** down in the Chair of Shame where he belongs.
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 12:19 am
"I will be honest, I like boys who look good in glasses, but on the island...it seems they will just all look good." That was a compliment for all the hunters on the island, despite how awful their natures might be. Shu naughtily poked Solia's red cheek, "You are surely a good and the best waifu~"
Shu kept nodded her little head as Solia propagated the the greatness of megane, as if the two were preachers. She then gave a thumb up at her pretty waifu as she handed the Miss the red pair, leaned over and whispered a "good choice".
America 's math was excellent that earned a light giggle from the shorter from the pair. "Correct Miss! Thanks for helping us for the sake of science." She stood aside as the huntress started enjoying posing in front of the camera. Her eyes sparkled with admiration, just like a super model! Shu was happy that she thought they both benefited from it.
As soon as the lady dashed off, she chuckled and nudged her waifu. "We're gonna have a hard time picking some best one out of those, she is just - so camera-loving." In Shu's mind, she was thinking if only America was a guy or she was a guy.......
Then, someone on stage talked when they were seeking the next candidate. Shu listened to what Mark said, and shot him a disapproving look, and even a deep concerned frown at the last part, suggesting "I know it. More melon pictures for the computers." She made a long sigh, thinking he might put the female huntress swimwear healthy pictures together with other unhealthy one.
Still judging the Death Assistant, she asked Solia to sit down with her so that they can watch the interview comfortably. From twitter, she knew some might join the pageant.
They were going to make comments on the participants, exchanging opinion.
America nodded and golf-clapped for McCowboy, giving Konstantin a hey this guy's not bad expression followed by a stern topless dancing is important stare. Called up next, she glided up to the table like you balance a dozen ******** books on her head and they wouldn't even wobble. She was ******** awesome at pageants.
Mark's question wasn't entirely surprising, because seriously, Scooter needed help. "On a scale of 1 to 10 how sexy do you think I am?"
Hand on hip, America looked him up and down and answered, "Scooter, the question isn't how sexy you are, the real question is how sexy can you be? And the answer is: how sexy do you want to be?" She shot him a wink, "When you figure that out honey, call me up and well make it happen."
Grinning she turned to Allan and looked at the man in gratitude and fondness. She wouldn't disappoint him here! "Sing me the opening song of One Piece! From your kokoro!" (Allan thinks this is trivia)
She even knew the lyrics, because of course she did. being a Sun trainee meant something. And sometimes that something involved marathoning weird foreign cartoons you have zero interest in as a part of your spiritual training. The actual singing was pretty good, America had a burnished pop star voice and the untiring energy to match. Shame about the actual Japanese, though. A language she didn't actually know and butchered terribly every time she opened her mouth.
"If there was a movie about your life, what would it be called?" Techboy Dwight's question called for some serious thought.
Finally coming to a decision, the girl nodded to herself in satisfaction and then gestured widely and with great flourish as she announced, "America Jones: Legend of the Phoenix."
"Define why." It was asked by the emo goth vampire girl that was way prettier than Chantelle but still had to be blamed for the juju stick fiasco. Which had still been kinda fun, anyway.
America didn't give the question any thought at all, instead flipping her hair over her shoulder and stating firmly, "Because I want to and I can." And with that she glided back to her chair, with a hi-five for Peyton and a complicated fistbump when she reached Konstantin.
When it was his turn, or close enough to his turn that he pulled himself up onto the stage so he could sit beside the mic. Once he was seated he tried not to look at Judge #1 because, wow, that was bad. Bad on a whole other level of dudebro bad.
Grimacing to himself he waited for the first question. "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?"
Mark said that like DC and Marvel didn’t have parallel characters. “Only ever appeared as part of the Avengers line-up or are we talking Marvel?” Not really waiting for an answer on that, because he knew his answer anyway, he continued on. “I’d want to have powers like Namor … the Sub-Mariner … if you somehow don’t know who that overly egotistical hotshot is.” He grinned. “Superhuman traits; strength, agility, healing, etc. Aquatic adaptations, echo-location, ability to generate bio electricity, ability to communicate with sea life. And I want to look that good in a skintight scaled pants. I mean have you seen those red and black pants? I think his a** alone holds them up.”
And given the look on Mark’s face that was probably too detailed of an answer, oh well. Onto the next question then.
"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"
Oh god, Adults. Aren’t there any adults on this island? The matter was only made worse knowing this was his division leader. “Sorry, wasn’t ever into anime as much as I am videogames. I really like Ghost in the Shell though. Sailor Moon will always have the best transformation because she is the original Magical Girl, everyone else is just trying to be as awesome as her.” Other than that on the myriad of parts to the question he didn’t have a clue.
Next judge seemed to at least not be trying so hard. "What's your ideal date?"
“Ideal date huh?” He scrunched his nose slightly. “Long walk on the beach, picnic lunch or dinner, surfing and a bonfire.”
The final judge was the epitome of ‘why even bother’ and he winced slightly at her question. Goths
"Define 'life'."
“The distinction between organic and inorganic.” He returned just as monotone. “Or were you going for something more existential? Cause, yea, not happening. Never take breaking life down into those sorts of questions seriously. You have to live it yourself. Not debate over what it is. So just go get one.” He gave her a thumbs up before sliding off the stage and heading back to his seat.
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1, 3, 4, 1Total: 9 (4-16)
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 6:06 am
PARTICIPANT: ROUND 1
Harland was not sure how he felt about Mark's opening speech: anyone who was not terribly happy to be surrounded by people might find it a dealbreaker in and of itself. At least he, personally, had never had trouble in front of crowds. If he got upset, he sort of just shut down. Like a machine going into hibernate.
Hopefully he'd be fine.
With Alistaire there, he felt fine. He wondered where Lilac had gotten to.
The first judge was Mark. Harland smiled at him, tipped his hat in greeting, and assumed one of his takes up all the space stances with his feet wide apart and thumbs looped through his beltloops. He looked comfortable, like it was just the two of them talking.
Mark's Question #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?"
Harland turned red, and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Avengers," he repeated, as if trying to dig through his memory. He remembered only bits and pieces, things he'd caught in conversations or seen in passing. Running through his entire database of heroes was easier. "Firstly, good mornin' Mark, I'm Harland Leander Belle-- which your clipboard says I'm sure, but it's not terribly personal t' leave introductions up to that. I think if I was like th' Avengers, it'd be.. I'd be overclocked," he said, pointing to his head, "Give me faster software, ability t' access my memory quicker and more reliably. Store things better. Process way faster. Think ten steps ahead. That'd be my power."
Was that right? He wasn't sure which part of Avengers vs DC Mark had been looking for, but from what he remembered of the Avengers they didn't have the same kinds of strengths as, say, the Xmen? Silently, Harland cursed himself twice. Once for thinking Dylon'd be helpful, a second for knowing No, he liked Manga.
Allan's Question - 3rd
"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"
Harland laughed. Not because he thought Allan was funny, but because the trend at the moment was popular culture. If this was a trivia game, Harland would have everyone beat. As it was, literally the only thing saving him was a tv in a motel at 4 AM somewhere in Virginia, where he'd once done a job. "Sailor moon," he said, which was his only option because he literally had no idea apart from in passing about other Anime, at least this one he'd get a couple bars of the theme going, since it had woken him up. "Fightin' evil by moonlight, winnin' love by daylight... never runnin' from a real fight," he then hummed several bars of the theme. And smiled.
He sort of pretended that answer answered all of the facets of Allan's question, because honestly, he had no idea. "I think... I found one of your manga on the beach, if ye are wantin' back," Harland added, at the end. He'd never had the opportunity to speak to Allan like this before, so hey, why not?
Dwight's Question - #4
"What's your ideal date?"
At this, Harland's features softened, and he turned to look out at everyone, waving casually, beaming with his radiant smile. He tried to make it look like he was waving at the whole crowd. "I think I've already been on 'em, 'cause it wasn't just one, an' it was in Galway-- one of the most culturally vibrant large cities of my country, an' we went to an aquarium, then to a classical show, then t' dinner by the river with fireworks overhead. Harland waved one hand up, as if lost in the memory of how the fireworks looked." He was smiling so honestly that it was hard for him to acknowledge he was still on stage, talking to a lot of near-strangers.
It was hard, with the memories of Alistaire so present and so vivid, to behave accordingly.
Zoe's Question - #1
"Next."
Still lost inside his dream, Harland didn't really even realize Zoe was judging. He just tipped his hat at her, and smiled broadly, and let himself off the stage. He wasn't quite sure where to go, so all he did was flip his phone open.
kuroopu
Text to My Heart Next's the swimsuit competition wink
Second text to My Heart Please forgive me, if my answers were out of line.
By the second text, his smile had faded. He found somewhere in the shade to lean, in the shade and as quiet as possible. He just wanted to gather his thoughts, and calm down.
Shiloh smiled back at Finn, the expression genuinely warm as usual, but what came out of the other hunter’s mouth had him looking confused more than anything, caught off-guard. He hadn’t said anything to anyone, aside from Maebe, though he supposed people might have guessed, or it was possible that Ian had said something, looking for friends to talk to as Shiloh had.
But Ian interjected before he could say anything, and his comments had Shiloh shaking his head, waving the words away with his hand.
“That’s not true, I’m sure Finn’s great company. Interesting, but great, right Oliver?” He smiled in Oliver’s direction before leaning over to bat Ian’s hand away from his neck, reaching down to pull the bandages back into place.
“If you keep touching them, they’re going to come loose, and you’ll have to go back to the infirmary again and they’ll kick me off duty. They’ll probably assign you someone awful… Like Finn.”
Shiloh looked up and grinned cheekily, his arms draped over Ian in an effort to thwart any future bandage itching attempts. It was only then that he caught on to what Finn had been saying, not that he understood it any better than before. He shrugged it off as Finn being Finn, and pulled out his phone as it buzzed.
face your demons
Text to Harland: What is the contest for?? Also why are you with Alistaire?
It seemed whatever the contest was for, it was starting, and Shiloh had missed his window, as the contestants began filing on stage, including Harland.
xSeussi
sorry if its jumbled, I wrote most of it last night so had to change stuff around to fit this morning with new developments :P
xGrey Dragon
xkuroopu
xsammpai
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 8:18 am
Giving America a final thumbs up of encouragement, Solia called out a loud thank you and good luck when she parted the glasses giving duo. Check one, not the goal of hot megane men but a step closer to what they had in mind. In this type of field, every step counted. "It's okay." She commented to Shu, "they best are yet to come." Winking Solia was snapping a few photos of the contestants, sitting and just wishing she could somehow get to them sooner.
"Okay waifu." Solia huff puffed. "This is where we've got to up our ante. Get aggressive in our tactics." Reaching into the box she pulled out several pairs. "Direct approach. The interview stage is now so after they're done with it, they've got to get ready to perform right?" A smile, Solia reached with her free hand to hold Shu's own. "We can do this! Let's make the most of it and make them as megane as we can!"
Sneaking away from the seats she slid herself towards the first to have gone through the interview process. "Hello cowboy- who is actually very manly." She held out a pair of the glasses. "If you wish to improve your chances you should invest in being bespectacled. 50% Sexier guaranteed." She didn't know Wyatt. She just knew he'd gone first and he was without the glasses and he had a nice body her dear Waifu could appreciate if said body came with a pair of nice frames.
Noting that the contest had begun, Lex turned to the three of them and began speaking rather quickly. "Trust me in this, glasses make you sexy. But you have to wear them on your face, not your head. Cute points for that, but this is a beauty pageant!" He explained to Lydia, taking the glasses from the unknown woman's head and setting them on her face, nodding as if to prove his point.
He turned to Bashar and Kylee next. "porn star name? Has to be something slightly provocative or completely fake. Like Krystal Jones or something." His eyes lit up, struck by inspiration as he delivered his advice to the pair. He grabbed the pen and began scrawling something on Kylee's form, chuckling when he'd finished.
Fuzzy Peach
"Alright, they're about to call my name! See you guys later!" He rushed, all grins. A beauty pageant. How entertaining this would be.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 8:26 am
Jack seemed certainly seemed extra intense today. The curious knowledge-seeker in her (and former psychology major, in another life) wanted to ask why, but she didn't. They didn't know each other well enough and she didn't want to say something that would send him back into a hate spiral, especially when he just seemed to be easing up. "I mean, I never said you were good company," she said, smiling a little. No, Jack was just the kind of company she wanted here. Hanna had arrived to watch the spectacle, and she would enjoy it most by making fun of it. Like going to football games in high school. He fit the bill nicely.
The weather was warming up a little. Hanna idly tugged at the zipper of her sweater, sliding it up and down absent-mindedly. The ire tipping in Jack and his use of the word 'f**' brought a casually disapproving glance, that said something like come on, you must know better words than that more so than an actual rebuke, but she focused more on the library part by choice. "Not the regular library. That guy, Konstanin, I think? He keeps a lending library in his room in the basement. It offers more variety than the Deus library, at least more fiction and casual things. I donated most of the books I brought here with me to the cause." In fact, she had knowingly brought less clothes and shoes in order to do so. Knowing that this side library existed, Hanna sort of wish she hadn't. She really, really, really needed to get some new clothes, which wouldn't be happening for ages unless Caelius lifted the ban on Death Hunters going.
Sigh.
Mark's voice behind her grabbed Hanna's attention. She turned again and watched as the contestants began lining up. There was no sign of Cami returning yet, and the spectators were still pretty casual -- not really a typical stay-in-your-seat-and-don't-talk kind of situation. "Here we go," Hanna said, disentangling her legs from the chair and walking around to sit in the correct direction facing the stage in the chair to the left of Jack.
First up was a guy that Hanna didn't know, which was fine, because there were a lot of people she didn't know on the island. When he began displaying himself, Hanna snorted and murmured, "Yikes..." to Jack. "That was... well, I guess that was about right for what we're watching." America did better. The song was foreign to Hanna, but she was predisposed to like the Sun Hunter -- this girl was getting her a magazine and invited her to things (though she invited everyone). A few more unfamiliar boys followed. Huh, lots of Sailor Moon fans, so far.
One hand gestured to the fourth judge on the end. "I like her questions best," she said.
If there was one portion of the whole pageant that Marcus felt comfortable with, it was the interview. Questions and answers all while looking his best- that was the goal. Granted so was answering to the favor of the judges, but to Marcus who was for once listening to Dis on how to act with confidence, the moon hunter would focus on something other than his answers.
Appearances were everything, at least for him in that moment.
A final check before he went on stage, his suit check was clean, precise, his tie straight, his shoes free of most scuffs, and his own glasses were fine- even if they technically were tinted for the sunlight and other light sources. Deep breath taken, Marcus strode onto the stage, hands behind his back, standing to show off his body while keeping it clothed. Perhaps for everyone's benefit. And to hide his nervously fidgeting fingers that toyed with a cufflink. "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?"
Mark's question was tame really, though it was something Marcus expected more of the sun lead really. It wasn't a fairly difficult question at least. "Superhuman strength and the ability to withstand great amounts of force or pressure. The lack of necessity to breathe would also be of benefit for perhaps space or deep sea though I'm not sure if such would utterly keep me alive given how both work." He gave a small shrug.
"Do you believe in the shining soul sparkling strong in your kokoro!"
"I wouldn't be alive today if I did not have faith in my heart nor my feelings." Marcus answered point blank. He'd been around long enough to catch onto some of what Allan said.
"What's your ideal date?"
Dwight's question was the first sane one, and mentally, Marcus thanked the man for it, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, scar still half hidden by his hair. "Simple. A day spent at a museum or zoo, dinner, followed by going home to watch a movie while enjoying dessert." He debated the addition. "Anything else would be optional." Yeah that sounded good. Nice and PG-13 and still slightly formal and appropriate.
Finally Marcus was introduced to the last judge, and the last question. The new moon assistant. The one he hardly knew- even less than he'd known the apparent traitor.
"What does your existence mean."
He swallowed, mouth feeling oddly dry as memories of this recent run in with the horsemen surfaced. What he'd had to go through, what they had tried to do- "I'm alive." It was spoken quietly before he looked forward, gaze detached yet reliving part of the nightmare. "That I will survive." Bowing his head he quickly excused himself off stage, hand sliding up his arm and touching the scars left behind.
He hadn't wanted to think about it. Yet still, he had.
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 9:14 am
Well, thanks to the help of the two males beside her, her form now looked like this.
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NAME: Kylee Chang SEXINESS: 10 SMARTNESS: 10 YOUR TALENT: THINGS YOU LIKE: YOUR PORN STAR NAME: Fuzzy Peach
The girl had stared, mortified at the porn stare name that Lex had given her. This was because of her twitter name, wasn't it? But it wasn't as if she had any better ideas, so uh. Well. There was no way she could back out of this right now, so she simply scribbled some other things quick and handed it back to the judges.
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NAME: Kylee Chang SEXINESS: 10 SMARTNESS: 10 YOUR TALENT: Science? Majored in forensic science in college. I can also sing and play the guitar/piano. THINGS YOU LIKE: Singing, science, swimming YOUR PORN STAR NAME: Fuzzy Peach
Though while watching the question and answer segment that the other contestants were going through, Kylee was certainly starting to wonder if she could still... back out of this mess...
