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Beauty Queen Competition; status;; open!~ round;; talent
Topic Started: Jun 21 2010, 02:15 PM (1,177 Views)
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For the Spring Queen beauty pageant, the mayor has kindly converted the gardens in front of his manor into a stage to accommodate the beautiful young ladies of tonight’s pageant. It’s a small stage, with a catwalk that parts two clusters of chairs. At the base of the stage are three important-looking chairs, set before a long table with refreshments for the judges. Tonight the judges are allowed to arrive a bit late, however they are to be generally kept away from the participants to ensure no last minute schmoozing isn’t done. The judges are Michael Wright, local police officer, Virgil Drach, a musician from Germany, and Kouhei, who stated that he was good with animals. They can be found often huddled in discussion of the lovely ladies before them, and are allowed to make commentary should they wish.<br><br>

Along the back, behind the chairs, are tables of refreshment for those content with watching. One will find drinks from freshly brewed coffee to lemonade, as well as an assortment of pastries to tide people over until after the festival is over. Participants are asked to kindly respect the beauty queens on the stage, and all booing will result in an immediate removal from the vicinity. Cheers, however, are encouraged, especially if it means the judge is swayed by how the public loves a particular queen so.<br><br>

The most important part of the set-up has to be hidden from the casual observer, that being the small backstage area for all the beauty queens. It has everything the aspiring Spring Queen could need: make-up, shower, changing spaces, mirrors, and props that could be used in their talent. The mayor has provided a piano, extra strings for the various instruments that might be played, and everything else one could imagine needing for a talent show. His wife is on stand-by, ready with needle and thread should anything tear, and though she cannot guarantee the colour shall be the same the craftsman ship will be excellent. Any other last minute issues will be handled by the small staff hired for the Spring Queen show. Notes on lighting and microphones can be handled by going to them.<br><br>

On the stage stands the Mayor, clad in a tuxedo. He is alone on stage for the moment, but cheerily greets any and all who walk in. For tonight he acts as the host, directing all the hopeful queens towards their crowning.<br><br>
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    2) Q&A<br>
    3) Eveningwear and Swimwear<br>
    4) Talent<br>
    5) Final Decisions
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"Now, are you sure you want to go through with this? We can still back out and cancel with absolutely no problems if you'd like."<br>
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Jane grinned and rolled her eyes, giving Freya a quick hug around the shoulders. "Cousin, you're being silly again. Come on! This'll be fun, and I'm not worried about it at all, mmkay?" She carefully took the garment bag from Freya's arms, in which was her evening attire, and adjusted the strap of the bag on her shoulder that contained her swimsuit, shoes, and various necessary things for the competition. "You just go have a seat with Peter and enjoy the show, okay? And cheer real loud for me!" She felt she succeeded in her encouragement when she saw a small smile come to Freya's face. Never had Jane felt more happy than when she saw that Freya's face was actually beginning to fill out again, along with the rest of her figure. A curvature was coming back into place that went missing when Freya gradually dissolved into sheer emaciation from her illness. As it was, she was on her way to developing her soft, feminine figure again, and Jane could nearly burst with joy from it. It meant that she was getting well, that she was never going to get sick again. Her naive mind was convinced of it. Jane lightly touched Freya's shoulder to steer her toward the chairs, and Peter appeared behind her moments later. "Can I have my viola, Peter?" she asked brightly with a smile, and took it the instant it was offered.<br>
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"Knock 'em dead, Jane!" was all Peter said with a wide grin before he wrapped his arm around Freya's shoulder, the two of them walking companionably to get a good view for the competition. Jane watched them walking away for a moment, a huge smile on her face, before she let out a little excited squeak and veered behind the stage into the covered backstage area. As she approached she heard a whirlwind of activity, full of voices and tuning instruments and dress swishes, and giggled as she popped into the area and saw the individuals back there going this way and that. There were stations set up for changing, makeup and hair, practicing for talent, and even a shower in case of some horrible accident that Jane could only guess at. It was perfect. She bounced on her toes a few times before hurrying over to a station to claim it as hers for the afternoon, until she could get everything situated.<br>
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With her bag placed on the ground and her garment bag hanging from a convenient little stand nearby, Jane plopped down in the chair of the station and examined herself, wondering just what in the world she should do. She supposed she might need a spot of help with her makeup and hair, especially when it came to the formal segment of the show.

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"I'm still so gonna get you for this, you know that right?" Madison said glaring at Lisa as she continued walking around the estate. Lisa chuckled at her grumpy friend. "Quit worrying. You will do GREAT." Lisa said shaking her shoulder. Madison sighed as she looked at the bag she was carrying. This was not up her alley. She hated high heels. She hated dresses. She hated these stupid beauty contests. Sighing she looked around and spotted a pair of girls with rather odd hair colors.<br><Br>

Still pissed off at Lisa, Madison left her and went to go talk to the two. One of them had a bag with her, so she assumed she was in the pageant too. She smiled at her. "Hey, are you in this beauty thing too?" she asked with a smile

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Chris breathed deeply, grinning as she exhaled. Ahh, she loved that smell. It was the smell of competition, the smell of beating people at their own game. Not many had arrived, a few familiar faces in the crowd, but otherwise no. Abraham had arrived early to help set-up, leaving it up to Chris to bring all her own things. Her arms were full of bags, a dress draped unceremoniously over her shoulder and a bikini clutched in her opposite hand. It wasn’t much, nothing expensive. She had considered attaining a dress by other means, but then realised that a whole crowd of people would see her wearing a stolen dress. Now, Chris was no expert, but she figured that would rule her out pretty quickly. Spring Queens weren’t thieves. Besides, she had heard tell a certain cop was a judge, and though they had apparently put their pasts behind them, Chris wasn’t that type of person. Like it or not, she was never going to fully trust Michael. And, you know what? He was probably never going to fully trust her, so they were even. She raked her fingers through her hair with a soft sigh, hurrying up the last sloping hill to the mayor’s home.<br><br>

For once her hair wasn’t styled back in its usual gravity-defying way. In fact, there wasn’t much style about it at all. It was all in preparation for the evening wear, she was thinking about wearing it up in a bun, try on something different. At the moment it was flat against her head, a little slick from the shower she had taken just minutes before dashing out of the house. Would people even recognise her? Chris frowned, brushing a curtain of hair behind her shoulder, would they think it looked nice? Her hair was almost always up in public, seeing it flat like this was probably going to traumatise someone. Like Abraham with black hair, it was something Obsidian simply hadn’t seen the likes of.<br><br>

She paused at the stage, eyes lighting up at the sight of the catwalk. Ah, it was like her days in the theatre. You know, before everything that had happened had... happened. Back in the day she thrived on things like this, hopefully she still had some of the old magic left in her. Sure, this stage was a little smaller than the ones in Chicago, but a beauty contest was still a beauty contest. “Oh, Miss Chris!” a familiar voice called her name. She knew who it was immediately, Chris could count the people who addressed as ‘miss’ with one hand. “Afternoon, Mayor Thomas,” she said to the rotund man at the end of the stage. Her boss, or one of them, anyway. Try as she had to keep apathetic about him (should she need to steal his belongings on a later date) it was hard not to grow fond of him. She’d never known a mayor to throw so many parties at their own home, and let schmucks like her come as they liked. He was a pretty cool guy, if she said so herself. Chris lifted a bag, nodding to it. “Where do we drop off this?”<br><br>

The mayor gestured behind the stage. “Right that way~”<br><br>

Chris said her thanks, and with a small grunt began to haul the bags behind the stage. The weight suddenly lessened considerably about halfway to the dressing rooms. “Need any help?” Abraham asked, not waiting for an answer as he took a bag. “You look nice~” he said, looking to her hair.<br><br>

“I’m not even dressed up yet, Abe,” Chris said, and chuckled. Her companion was dressed in complete black, wearing a knitted black hat to disguise his hair. Sure, it was about three o’ clock in the evening and his stage disguise worked about as well as a ninja in a strip mall, but he looked professional. Being the zealous man he was, he had immediately jumped up to help with this contest. Backstage help, make-up, hair, whatever. “You got the piano, right?” she asked, heaving the other bag over her shoulder.<br><br>

“Yep! Everything’s all set.” he said, opening the door. He smiled sheepishly. "I'm not allowed in until I get the all-clear, you know... changing ladies and whatnot~ I'll catch up." He pushed her in, throwing the bag in before darting off, presumably to make the final touches to the stage. Chris set her things down, sighing. Two other girls were there so far, both her age. She grinned at them. "Hey, I take it you two are my competition?" It looked like she had her work cut out for her.<br><br>

"Chris Heikki, nice to meet the both of you."
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Michael was feeling a bit overly excited as he walked into the estate. The beauty pagent was today and he had been selected as judge. Well one of the lucky three judges that where going to be apart of it anyways. Still though he was over-joyed by the whole competition. Not because there would be a whole bunch of woman present, although that was a plus, but because so far this entire season Michael had done nothing but work, sleep and eat. There had been so fun time which was a bummer but he was earning gold towards his future goal. It definitely wasn't something to complain about.<br><br>

Someone had told him he could arrive a bit late to the estate but Michael brushed it aside. Sitting at home twiddling his thumbs wasn't what he would call fun and going to the bar for a drink was out of the question. So going against that someone's demand Michael entered the building earlier then planned. So early in fact that he noticed only a few of the contestants walking around. This brought a smile to his lips as Michael wondered if he knew any of them. If it was so Michael wouldn't play favorites. All of the beautiful contestants needed a fair chance.<br><br>

Instead of going up to any of the woman Michael walked around with his hands deep in his jeans. He decided not to converse with any of them to keep everyone happy. You'd never know if any one of the contestants tried to bribe him by giving him something worth while. Maybe that was why he was suppose to arrive late. <br><br>

With a slight chuckle to himself Michael walked towards the table which he was sure was for the judges. Maybe he would camp out for a bit and just watch all the woman. It seemed like a sure fire plan as he sat down in one of the three chairs and leaned back. Tonight was sure to be fun or at least interesting no doubt.





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Rosalina was slightly nervous about this entire thing. While she had been in a beauty competition before that was when she had much more confidence...and was much thinner. Before she was cursed with her birthing hips. She looked around at all the other contestants. They were all very lovely and she didn't believe she had a chance.<br><Br>

She saw quite a few familiar faces there. Two of her students for starters. Jane was so cheerful and energetic she'd surely win the judges over with her personality. Madison LaRosa was quite lovely as well. And that figure...good lord. Then there was the magenta headed woman she had met at La Fee that one chaotic night. She'd like to blame her for Michael hating her but that'd be wrong. It was her own fault for doing that. <Br><Br>

She then spotted the man she had seen just the night before. Michael. She assumed he was one of the judges. Was that such a great idea? Michael probably wouldn't be able to make a decision, he was so girl crazy. Well....Whatever. They had a date last night and she apologized again. She sighed as she walked over to him, deciding she'd try and talk to him at least.<br><br>

"..Good evening Michael." she said with a half smile.
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lowly the lithe figure of the farmer girl walked towards where the beauty pageant. She had straightened her silky light lilac hair out a little bit and even put on some dark red lipstick. But other then that she kept her skin fresh and natural as the scent of peaches and lilacs drifted about her. She was already in her outfit for the evening wear section, she didn't want to hurriedly change into such a complicated and rather risque some would say outfit. She took her time getting the outfit just right on her body, and made sure the small minute silver chains that went down the front slit kept it held together. The main part of the outfit was a violet silk, cut and sewn just right to billow yet cling much like water to the wearer. Her cuffs and boots were made of stiffened wool and cotton blend with black and white silk covering it. The white silk of course just for a simple decorative pattern over the black.<BR><BR>

Her simple jewelry on the other hand, was made of silver as well, the silver collar that went around her neck was a little hard to get on because it had no clasp or movement to it. While three simple silver bracelets was on each wrist. Sure she probably would be looked at oddly for wearing such an outfit and her odd mismatched in length boots with the three inch simple heels. But she was here for a pageant after all, and who knows maybe people who were looking for her wouldn't recognize her, and she would stand out and possibly make friends with those here.<BR><BR>

Slowly she glanced around as she looked at who had already arrived, mostly the other female contestants apparently. Also was that the guy she had met one day? looked like he might be a judge... and a girl was going to go talk to him what unprofessional. She just sighed softly and shrugged, it did not matter to her as she slowly started to walk around and glanced about. The mayor apparently showed one woman to the back already, was that where the contestants were supposed to go? She figured it couldn't hurt to check and she slowly made her way over not even glancing back towards the apparent judge or viewer of the pageant again.<BR><BR>

It appeared to be the place for the contestants, finally she smiled as she found a place to put down the little bag she had with her the whole time. It was simple and brown and had her name on the outside of it embroidered in violet thread of course. She sat down and frowned as she looked over at the props. It looked like the previous talent she had thought of, her cooking, wouldn't be rather easily done so thankfully she had a back up. Sure she wasn't the best at this secondary talent so she didn't really consider it her strength but it would hurt far worse to be without something to show. A little sigh escaped her as she reached down to take a little case from the bag to check on her lipstick.

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Zephyr strolled towards the mayor’s estate, unable to wipe the smile from her lips. Lately, her activities had become more and more mundane – and although she couldn’t complain about the peacefulness, she was certainly sure that she could do better than she was. And then, like a blessing from the heavens above, she caught word of the Beauty Queen Competition. How wonderful, how convenient and, above all else, how intriguing it was! In her years of living here, there had been nothing of this sort. So to pass up this chance would be like throwing away gold. It was a perfect opportunity, and wasting it would be absolutely unforgivable!
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And so she had signed up without another thought. Since then, there had not been a moment of regret nor anxiety in her body. Zephyr, taking in a deep breath of the spring air as she came upon Chrysocolla Estate, gripped the suitcase in her hands. And I won’t be feeling any anytime soon, either, she thought, her blue eyes scanning the busy, bustling area. The setup for this certainly seemed quite organized… though this was only to be expected from the mayor. Certainly, it was wonderfully amazing how this one place could be transformed so many times, and into so many different states throughout the year. The Mayor is a magic man of his own, she thought cheerfully, gleefully, excitedly, as she strolled forward, observing the stage. The young woman, her steps sprightly with the energy of anticipation, paused briefly at the structure before moving on towards the backstage area. From what she could see, it would be more than satisfactory for what she had in mind.
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Excellent, she thought, smiling and nodding to the mayor as he greeted her, before continuing on. I can’t wait to see what sorts of things the other contestants are up to. The brunette, still walking happily along, soon came upon the area for the potential queens. Much to her delight, the setup behind-the-scenes was just as organized – although much busier – than the festival’s main stage. Showers, change rooms, even the kindly wife of the mayor stood by, apparently ready to take care of any textile trauma. Adjusting her grip on her suitcase, he woman floated through the crowd, drifting towards the change rooms. As her steps carried her along, her eyes were busy observing the other women. And my, was this certainly a competition! The girls, all pretty and primping… the buzz of mixed excitement, anxiety and even the slightest bit of desperation… it was all rather nostalgic.
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The young woman soon found herself wandering into one of the changing areas. Setting down her suitcase, she pulled privacy over herself. Then, letting go of the curtain covering her area, she opened her suitcase and began to take off her street clothes, a plain jeans/t-shirt ensemble. Even as she picked up her new outfit – a simple, modestly figure-flatting dress – she was smiling. When she was young, she absolutely despised the various competitions that her father had pushed her into. Or at least, she did at first. But as time went on and she began placing more consistently, meeting the praise of her father, mother and others, well… it had been hard not to come to like it. The heat of competition, the excitement of the display, the suspense of the results… being here, feeling this atmosphere, reminded her of them. And so Zephyr’s heart could not help but soften, the warmth of nostalgia spreading throughout it. After all, although there had been many disadvantages to the pressure, there had been just as many perks and pros to go with them.
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Her smile had yet to completely die, as there was still the ghost of a grin as Zephyr straightened up, smoothing out the light, pastel green fabric all the way down to where it ended in large, loosely elegant pleats just above her knees. She then adjusted the scoop neck of the dress, pulling it up slightly. Her smile finally vanished at this point, though, as she observed herself in the mirror provided. As she searched for rips, tears and stains, she also evaluated herself. This seemed like a decent choice, for now. It was nicer than her street clothes, and it emphasized her womanly features a bit more as well. However it was still casual enough to leave more elegance to be showcased for the eveningwear segment, and modest enough to leave more blatant flaunting for the swimsuit portion. A minute or so passed before Zephyr gave herself a nod of approval before grabbing her brush from atop the mess contained in her large suitcase. As she ran her brush through her hair, she began smiling again. Although she had probably been conditioned to feel this way… it was kind of fun. That is, competing, thinking of strategies and approaches to the competition.
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Putting the brush down again, Zephyr closed up her suitcase and picked it up. Hehe, even just picking out clothes had taken some thought and planning that was fun on its own. Though with such a reaction, she had to wonder: am I just too easily amused? … Perhaps, but this was no place or time to think about it! Opening the curtain, Zephyr stepped out, smiling once more. It doesn’t matter, she thought, looking about for something to do. It doesn’t matter because I’m here to have fun!
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After all, I’m here to compete, she thought, giggling softly as she took a seat in wait, not to win!
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Ah the beauty competition. About time it had finally arrived. He had been looking forward to it since he got the word that he would be one of three judges. Anxious and excited for it. Who knew all the beautiful women he would see there? He stood outside the estate for now and looked over it, the last time he was here having resulted in his making friends with Peter Lyfield. Wait....his cousin Jane was going to be in this right? Wonder if they arrived all ready. He wondered if he would run into Peter real quick and surely enough when he entered the estate he saw Peter and a woman taking a seat. He raised a hand and laughed softly. "Pete old boy!" He spoke to get his attention before walking over to him and the woman softly. "Glad to see you here. I take it Jane is already backstage?" His eyes glanced over to Freya softly and smiled. "This must be Freya. Pleasure to meet you madam" He spoke, bowing softly to her. He would have taken her hand and kissed the back of it but that would be inappropriate to both him being a judge in this competition and the fact Peter was right nearby. He remembered he had to ask Peter's permission in order to try to do anything with Freya or Jane. He didn't want to offend his friend after all.
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"I look forward to seeing Jane do her thing." He admitted, smiling to the two. "You spoke highly of her last time we talked." He said, adjusting his glasses. "Infact you did say she would knock my socks off. If she manages to do so she will have my vote for sure. Until then...have to be unbiased you know?" He said with a grin, checking his pocketwatch. It was barely after three. He'd have to remember to thank Cyrus for letting him off a bit earlier from work. Then again once he mentioned he was a judge for the Beauty Queen Competition, Cyrus seemed more then friendly enough to let Virgil leave a bit earlier. Good man that LaRue is. He thought, it making him think of Adrienne as well. He shook his head, needing to stay focused for now.
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"Well Peter and Freya I should go ahead and get up to the judging table and get situated. Get relaxed and all." He spoke, putting the pocketwatch away. "I do hope we can talk later." He said and nodded to the both of them before walking away, heading now toward the judging table. From a distance he spotted a man sitting down on a chair, it looking to be another judge. The man didn't look familiar so chances are they had never met. But by the end of the day he would of course know the other judges besides himself. And there was a woman by the table too...Madam Montague? He questioned as he recognized her. Yes that was indeed her. Had she entered too? Surely tonight would be fun after all.
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He approached the table now and smiled to the two. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything." He spoke, looking to Rosalina and shooting her a smile. "Been a while Rosalina. Glad to see you've been okay. Did you enter the competition?" He spoke to her before taking a seat at the table. He looked over to Michael and nodded softly. "Virgil Drach. Might as well know each other's name right since we'll be discussing the ladies over the course of the night correct?" He spoke, extending a hand to the man to shake his hand in greetings. "Now I'll let you two get back to whatever you were talking about.."
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He relaxed into the seat and leaned back for now, putting his hands together. For now he would simply look about and enjoy the sights and think of things before the competition started. Also if anyone wanted to talk he was more then open to a good conversation. But for now he enjoyed the moment.




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The young contestant shouted at herself. Really, who's the contestant that arrives late at the contest? Elle is. Today was simply not her luck day as it seems, she had get up late and wasn't feeling very well.<br><br>
"It's like if a steamroller rolled over me..."<br><br>
She complaint. Now, wouldn't she be getting ready for the competition? Yes, she should. But...what should she bring again? Oh, right, she had to bring a swimwear and a eveningwear.<br><br>
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The young baker shouted. Where did she put that dress? She couldn't possibly go to the contest without it, she had no other good eveningwear. Elle was never too vain, and so, never cared much about fancy clothes.<br><br>
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<p>Summer ran into the beauty competition with her usual backpack on her back. She had just gotten from Brittany's place basically selling her soul away so she could at least have a chance at winning this stupid pageant. She at least got to choose the things she needed for the pageant. Right now Summer was dressed in a white dress that was placed about an inch above her knees. And just white flip-flops. She looked around at the competitors. Oh she already knew she was going to lose. But she could have fun doing it. She smiled as she began looking through her bag and took out her hair brush and began running it though her long pink hair. A small smile forming on her face. She could have fun with this.
<p>Summer continued brushing her hair as she began to realize that. She had no real clue how these pageants worked, but she guessed it would be worth a shot. No turning back now. She placed the brush on the counter top infront of her and began looking at herself. She should probably do something interesting with her hair. Then again the long haired look will look best for the question and answers. Then the evening wear she could put it up in a bun. And swimsuit pigtails. Perfect! The talent show she could do something different like some up and the rest down. Yeah, Summer smiled. Then she thought about what to do for the talent part. She would sing if no one else did and if someone else did, and did it real well ,then she would read poetry, no she would do it from the top of her head. Oh yes, this would be quiet fun.
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All her life, Drew had done exactly this. Get her hair all yanked around into curls, have a ribbon pull her waist too tight, eat almost nothing in preparation for a beauty pageant. All her life, Drew had wanted to get away from this… and this is exactly where she ended up.<br>
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It was all Joshua’s fault for signing her up. He knew of her vain childhood. He knew it, and yet, he wanted to put her through this torture! He promised it would be fun, not that Drew believed him. How could torture possibly be fun? In truth, Drew had no idea what she was doing here. She didn’t belong here at all. Looking around at her… competitiors… Drew concluded that she was the least qualified. Maybe with her long, blonde locks she would have had a chance. Now? With her choppy hair? And her grumpy face? Forget it.<br>
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C’mon, Drew, don’t be a grump, She told herself, breathing deeply. Just try. It can’t hurt.<br>
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Fine. Fine. Drew gave in. It can’t hurt, it can’t hurt… She repeated the phrase in her head. She had to remember that it wasn’t the same as the little girl pageants she was in as a kid. The difference was… her mother was absent. Without her mother, Drew could actually enjoy this! She laughed a little to herself.<br>
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Drew must've done a good job convincing herself, because the grumpy, pessimistic face was replaced with a shy smile. More like the real Drew.<br>
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She didn't want to win. That wasn't it at all. Even with those little girl pageants, she never won. Drew wasn't the competitive type, not at all. Now that she resolved to make an effort, all Drew wanted to do was... well, make an effort.<br>
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Gazing at all the different girls that crowded the square, Drew marvelled at the diversity of this village. Now, she was curious... She wanted to see the other girls in their fashionable outfits, and she wanted to see them performing for the talent show. Speaking of which, what was she going to do for the talent show? Drew went through a mental list of her talents, but couldn't pick out anything very unique. "I guess I'll just decide when the time comes." Drew laughed to herself. Very organized, wasn't she? Oh, forget it. She wanted to see how the other girls did.<br>
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No, seriously... what am I doing here? Drew laughed, amused at herself. She was here to compete, and all she could think about was admiring everyone else.<br>
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Drew removed her glasses to rub the lenses with her shirt. At least she put some effort into her [size0]clothing, not that she needed to. Joshua had coaxed the hoodie over her head, and helped her pick out a more fashionable outfit. Drew wasn't used to it, but she was thankful. Just a little bit.<br>
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Finally, the day arrived! Christabella couldn’t sleep last night due to the excitement of the Beauty Queen competition. She didn’t wash her hair because it would be easier to style dry hair than wet hair. She ate only an apple; she didn’t have anything else to eat. Carrying her duffel bag with her evening gown, shoes, and her swimsuit, she stepped inside the Mayor’s estate.
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Inside, she was bursting with nervousness and happiness. She was a bit sad that Nikki wasn’t here; but she said she would be coming soon. Please don’t be late sister… She wasn’t sure if she could do this pageant without her, but she needed to be strong. Strong for herself and Nikki. The atmosphere around here was exciting, and she looked around to see a whole bunch of other girls preparing themselves. Wow… this is going to be a tough contest. Well, I don’t care about winning; I just want to have fun!
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A Beauty Pageant? Why had her sister, of all people, gotten away with getting Irene down on the list? A better question would probably have been 'how' Emily got Irene's name written down. Irene did have a choice on whether she went or not, but she would feel like she would be letting someone or other down if she decided to in fact not attend. The woman would scoff at the prospect of anyone actually wanting to see her figure in a dress, let alone a bathing suit.
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She struggled slightly down the path to the Estate, carrying her cello case and a bag with her dress and bathing suit, and hairbrush along with it. What was she gonna do? Irene had a hard time talking to just one person? How was she ever going to manage wearing such immodest clothing in front of a hundred? Even play a piece of music? Maybe not a hundred, but it sure seemed like that to rene.
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She could sing, but then again, she was even more nervous about singing in front of people than she was about playing the cello. But if she sang, she wouldn't remember the words without sheet music, which was the only thing she had at the moment for the cello, and Irene couldn't sing bass for the life of her! Just thinking about it made her more and more anxious as she huddled in her black robes, standing there among the other women nervously. They were all so pretty! She could never stand a chance.


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Ah. The Beauty Pageant. Bright ocher eyes gazed about the estate as her heels clicked on the cobblestone leading into it, landing on various sights. A smile lit up her face as she took in the scene; people bustling about, chit-chatting, many pretty young ladies hurriedly making their way to where the contestants were supposed to meet up. Skye felt young again, in this kind of atmosphere. She was quite sure that she would be one of the oldest contestants that day. <br><br>

But oh, what the heck. She'd never been able to enter a contest like this before. It was nice to have that chance. Her legs continued taking her backstage where the setup was as organized as the rest of the estate but much more busy. With her outfits hanging over her arm, Skye made her over to one of the make-up stations. She was already dressed in what she deemed to be a relatively casual but elegant look for the interview portion. <br><br>

Looking back to before she left the house, Adrienne had been so excited that she was entering, bouncing around the house impatiently as Skye had gotten ready to go with the promise of her and Cyrus following behind her for moral support. Just the thought of the two of them warmed her heart. What would she have done on the island if not for them? It was really quite hard to imagine her life now any other way.<br><Br>

Even as she took a seat at one of the stations, she spotted a few familiar people. Perhaps not ones she knew by name but living on the island for as long as she had by then, it was hard not to recognize all the faces that she passed by on a daily basis. Skye turned to look in the mirror and turned her face this way and that to look at it at different angles. She wore no make-up, never having really liked wearing the stuff in the first place. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was like performing again, except this time, in a competition. With many other young, attractive women. Her smile widened. It wasn't necessary to win; the competition alone was excitement in itself.

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