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| Sephiramy | Jun 26 2010, 05:38 PM Post #16 |
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[dohtml] <table border="0" align=center height="610" width="500" background="http://i40.tinypic.com/2wd81ds.png"> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:315px; height:260px; right:0px; left:155px; top:125px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto;"> <font color=755763 face="constantia, georgia" size=2> Spring 21st, Y8<br> Outfit: [x]<br><br> Tag:: Rosalina & Virgil<br><br> Sitting back and watching woman was not something Michael normally enjoyed. He was the type of man who mingled around and brought up conversation hoping to catch at least one lady's attention if not more, which was always a treat. However, tonight he had other plans. Surprisingly he was enjoying himself just sitting there and staring at all the beautiful woman. Michael knew he had to be careful though. There were probably some really young girl's out there. Most of the time Michael could pick them out blindfolded but tonight he was sure there would be a problem. Woman of all ages were competing against one another so surely even the young one's would be pasting on their makeup and sporting sexier outfits. Yes.. Michael would need to be very careful.<br><br> Michael sat there for a few minutes in silence as his eyes scanned the small gathering crowd before him. Already there were many different shapes and sizes of woman. Tonight was sure to be fun no doubt. With a smile Michael leaned back far enough to bring the front two legs of the chair up off the ground while resting both hands behind his head. His relaxing moment was soon interrupted though as a familiar figure walked towards him. It took Michael only a second before realizing just who she was. It was Rosalina Montague. His ex-roommate. Was she a competitor? Michael wasn't sure if she was or wasn't. Either way though it didn't matter. He wouldn't judge her on their past together.<br><br> "...Good evening Michael."<br><br> While setting the chair back down on the ground Michael swallowed hard. "Hello Rosalina," he finally said with a nod, "are you a competitor tonight?" He wasn't sure how to start a conversation with this woman so perhaps small talk would be fine. That was until another man walked up to the two of them calling out to Rosalina by her first name. Next the man turned to Michael and introduced himself as Virgil Drach. Another judge.<br><br> Standing up Michael reached out and shook the man's hand. "Michael Wright," he said now introducing himself, "so how do you know Miss Montague?" <br><br> <br><br> </font> </div> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| tearsandroses | Jun 28 2010, 12:24 AM Post #17 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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[dohtml] [align=center] <table align=center width="269" cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 border=0> <tr> <td background="http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/8648/27117497.png" height=41> </td> </tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="ecd6f9"> <font color=d0a3ea size=1> <div align=right> <font face=georgia size=4> Friday, Spring 21st08<br> </font> ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤<br> Waiting, 7pm[/align]<br> Wearing:Click~<br Tag:Michael <br><br> Rosalina was rather glad Michael wasn't ignoring or avoiding her anymore. Though the fact that he was a judge made her feel her chances of winning decreased slightly. "Um...yeah. Heh. I know it's not really something I'd be likely to win, but I entered a couple of these when I was younger and figured I'd give it a shot~" she explained with a smile.<br><Br> "And I'm going to guess that you're a judge?" she asked sweetly. Then another familiar voice rang in her ear. She turned to see Virgil Darch. "Oh, Mister Virgil~. How nice to see you again." she greeted him with a cheerful wave. "You're not interrupting anything. We were just talking." she said. "Yes I did enter. Is that such a surprise?" she asked with a giggle.<br><br> She then raised an eyebrow in Michael's direction. Well someone was certainly nosey. </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/4912/54813.png" height="344"> </td> </tr> </table> </div> [/doHTML] Tag: Christabella This was so stupid! She hated beauty paegants. If her sister wasn't entering she never would have either. Stupid beauty paegants..... Nikki hurried in and began looking for her sister. This really wasn't her thing. She didn't know which was her dumber idea. When she left the keys in the injection of her mother's car or this. She was pretty sure it was the first but this was stupid too. She looked quite a bit like a man for starters. Sure she had curves but she had muscles. Not many girls had them. She sighed, just glad she wasn't a complete manly body builder. She finally spotted her sister and walked up to her. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this." she grumbled. |
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| Solar Lunar | Jun 29 2010, 03:26 AM Post #18 |
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Shoo, fly. You bore me.
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| Indigo | Jun 29 2010, 06:45 PM Post #19 |
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» bye-bye lover
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[dohtml] <table align=center height="300" width="500" cellspacing="0" rowspacing="0"> <tr> <td style="background-color: #FCF7E4;"> <div id="one" style="position:relative; width: 460px; height: 270px; right: 5px; left: 15px; top: 0px; bottom: 0px; overflow: auto;"> <font color=#C96A5A> [align=right]tag ;; ELLE RODERICK[/align] <br>The woman sat, relaxed but prim in the chair, with her knees together and one foot crossed neatly over the other. Smiling serenely, she allowed her gaze to wander about, observing the other people bustling here and there. As she did, she was honestly quite amazed at all the attractive women floating about. Goddess, I didn’t know Obsidian was so loaded with babes, she thought, amusedly chuckling to herself. Oh… wait. Hm, that’s not the right mindset to have – I should be more… proper. Biting her lower lip lightly, she sat up a bit straighter and tweaked her posture. It was habit, making herself ‘proper’ – but it had been effective in the past. So if she wanted to have any fun performing, well, she would have to let this one slide. So after folding her hands neatly on her lap, satisfying herself, Zephyr continued her observation. Still smiling gently, she had to say she was enjoying herself quite a bit from this simple activity. <br><Br> Some time passed. Most women were busy with their own business, leaving her to her peaceful scouting. It was always interesting, seeing what others were going to wear and how they were going to do their hair. And it was especially enjoyable now that she was alone, without the pressure of others weighing down on her shoulders. Without the heated desire – no, need – to win, she didn’t need to think of ways to ‘best’ others, or amplify the weaknesses of another with her own strengths. Though, as her mind recalled the mentality she carried in the past… her present joy faded slightly. It was a bit appalling, how she had acted so ruthlessly before. And all for what? A few trophies, some pictures, a crown, and if she was lucky, a-- <br><br> “Zephyr!” Blinking, surprised, the woman looked up as a female called her name. After turning her head she saw the familiar face of the baker she had chatted with briefly last season. Smiling, she rose to her feet, consciously making the motion as fluid as possible. After picking up her case she approached the woman, waving cheerfully with her free hand. She hadn’t gotten this girl’s name, though she remembered her bright demeanour very clearly. Though hopefully, she would learn it today – it was always a bit annoying, not knowing the identity of a person. <br><Br> “Oh, hello! How are you?” She greeted chipperly, stopping in front of the brown-haired baker. “How lovely it is to meet you here! It is certainly a pleasant surprise.” Here, Zephyr’s eyes travelled to the girl’s large bag briefly before they met her gaze again. “Ah, I see you are a contestant too? Hehe, my, I will definitely have some very strong competition, then.” </td></tr> </table> <center> </center></div> </font> [/doHTML] |
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| Ammy | Jun 30 2010, 03:54 AM Post #20 |
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[doHTML] <table bgcolor=#FCDFFF align="center" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="0" width="450" height="200" style="border:1px solidd #146B22"><font color=#B041FF> <tr> <td border=0 VALIGN=top ALIGN=left width=50%> [align=right]SPRING QUEEN <br>Spring 21st, 08 || 3:00 PM - onwards <br>Atmosphere: Fabulous![/align]<br><br> The Mayor looked around, straightening his tie as he glanced around. It seemed everyone had gathered, a great relief. For a moment there he had thought they would have to make do with only two judges. Not that they wouldn’t do a great, job, but three heads were better the two and whatnot. He approached the microphone, clearing his throat. “Testing, one two three. Everybody hear me?” he said into the mic, voice filling the garden. A few nods and thumps up from the audience. A wide smile came across the Mayor Thomas’s face. “Well, good. Welcome to the Spring Queen Pageant, everyone.”<br><br> “Tonight we will be blessed with the pleasure of many fine young ladies, and even if only one can be the Spring Queen, remember that you’re all winners just for coming up here,” he said. Maybe some would take that little speech as groan-worthy, but he continued on regardless. “And without further ado let’s bring out our future Spring Queens!” There was a silence, then a rush as thirteen young women walked across the stage.<br><br> “Tonight we will hear the interviews from: Christmas Heikki, Christabella Chambers, Madison LaRosa, Rosalina Montague, Jane Lyfield, Drew Taylor, Hana Fuyuki, Nikki Schlaudecker, Irene Praskovya, Elle Roderick, Summer Songs, Zephyr Estan, and Skylar Mason,” with the last contestant on stage, the audience broke out into applause. Cat calls abound. The Mayor chuckled, before gesturing to the judges’ table. “And our Spring Queen will be chosen by Michael Wright, Virgil Drach, and Kouhei. Please thank them for all their hard-work.”<br><br> After another pause and appropriate applause, Mayor Thomas moved onto the interview portion of the night.<br><br> <br><br> 1) Alright, first let’s introduce ourselves. Give us the basics. <br> Jane: "Hi there! I'm Jane Lyfield, and I'm eighteen years old. I live at Tiger Lily Ranch, I attend Mother of Pearl School, and I work part-time as an animal caretaker at the local pet shelter, Les Betes Sauvages Haven." <br> Christabella: My name is Christabella Chambers. I am nineteen years old and came from New York City. I graduated high school and attended college for only one year. Hana: My name is Hana Fuyuki, I am a farmer just starting out and love to work with the earth and animals. <br> Drew: errrm, hi. *smiles awkwardly* my name is mary-andrews taylor. i am eighteen years old, but i'll be turning nineteen on autumn first. my birthplace was chicago, but i hardly remember what it was like living there, except for being bullied a lot. *looks down* i have three brothers, and i’m the second youngest child. um… our parents don’t live with us. <br> Summer: of me? Well I love to sing, and I guess I kind of just joined this because I felt like I had to do something. <br> Chris: Hey! My name’s Chris Heikki, I was born in Helsinki. That’s in Finland, for those of you who skipped your Geography classes, but I was raised in Chicago. I used to be an actress, but nowadays you can find me behind the front desk at the estate. I’m the mayor’s secretary. <br><br> 2) What is your definition of success? <br> Jane: "Success...is falling asleep at night with a smile, knowing that you're making a difference and are happier than you ever thought you could be." <br> Christabella: My definition of success is that you keep fighting towards your dream and try to do anything to achieve it. If you accomplish it, anything is possible for you to obtain other goals. Hana: The satisfaction of a job well done after hard work. <br> Drew: i don’t care for money or fame, so i’d say that a successful person would be able to be happy and live without regrets… even a ranchhand can be successful. you don’t need to have a stable job to be successful. after all, money doesn’t make you happy; a person could have all the money in the world, but still feel hollow and empty inside. <br> Summer: to do things right? Or at least try your hardest. <br> Chris: Something you don’t know you’ve achieved until you sit down at the end of the day and feel like your life’s worth living. <br><br> 3) If you could invite any historical figure to dinner who would it be and why? <br> Jane: "Clara Schumann! She was a beautiful instrumentalist who supported her husband in everything that he or she did and still managed to compose glorious songs. That, and there are so many questions surrounding her relationship with Johannes Brahms that I'd love to find out what really went on between them." <br> Christabella: I would invite Michelle Obama to dinner and the reason why is because that she is a big influence to people around the country and always travelling to help people who need help the most. She always makes good choices for the people also. <br> Hana: The founder of my village, he was both kind, wise, and a hard worker. <br> Drew: i would be interested in talking with charles darwin, the scientist who brought forth the idea of evolution. i think i have a lot in common with him, since we are both susceptible to awful seasickness, haha. i guess i've always been a biology nerd, or just a nerd in general. wow, that’s so un-spring-queeny… errgh, i’m really bad at this. *hides face*<br> Summer: I don't know, I've never been to good with history... <br> Chris: -laughs- Well, I’d invite Audrey Hepburn over for dinner, I think. Sure, she didn’t shake the foundations of the world like some people did, but she left her mark. And she made her living entertaining the world, that has to count for something. <br><br> 4) If you were ruler of the world for a day, what would you do? <br> Jane: "I'd decree that not a single cruel word could be said by anyone and provide three delicious cookies to every soul of the flavor they chose. That night, I'd have the most influential classical musicians come together and perform Mozart's requiem." <br> Christabella: If I ruled the world for one day, I would start by helping out people in poor countries. They need more help than most people need. They have no future and they think that they can’t survive this harsh world. But I think that if I helped them, they will definitely have a life and most important, a future. <br> Hana: Probably give people cooking lessons or something? I don't know I might just continue to be a farmer. <br> Drew: erm, well… logically speaking, i don’t think i could ever become the ruler of the world. *shakes head* it’s too much power for one person. so, if i was the ruler of the world, i would install a fair government and a constitution to conduct a well-developed infrastructure for the people. *pumps fist* because if i was the ruler for only a day, i would be leaving the world in an ungoverned mess, so i would need to do something or it would become corrupt. okay, wow… i don’t think i'd even be able to do all that in one day. i would try my hardest though. i'm not the type to give up. <br> Summer: um, I don't think I could handle it as ruler, I'd probably hand it off to someone who could do better. <br> Chris: I’d try and hunt down the major mobsters, just to make them pay for what they’ve done to innocents over the years... I would make it so theatres were free for the day, let any and all in. If I had the time I’d go see a musical or two with my friends. <br><br> 5) Who is your biggest role model? <br> Jane: "My cousin, Freya. She's one of the most beautiful women that I know and one of the strongest, and her heart is more caring than any other I've seen." <br> Christabella: My biggest role model would be my older sister Nikki. She’s always standing for herself and she taught me to be strong when I was younger. She also taught me how to defend myself, and I did just that by doing judo lessons. She always knows how to solve problems. <br> Hana: My brothers and sisters, they work so hard and never ask for thanks. <br> Drew: i look up to lewis carroll, the author of through the looking glass. it’s one of my favorite books. i wish i had imagination and writing talent like him, aha! <br> Summer: Sad to say, it's the person I hate most, my ex best friend Brittany, she is almost perfect. If it wasn't for that bad attitude of hers. <br> Chris: I don’t really have one that I know personally, when I was a kid I used to look up to Julie Andrews, though. She seemed like such a kind woman, and her voice is beautiful. I think the Sound of Music was my first musical, so she was kind of my gateway into the world of acting. <br><br> 6) If you could be any fictional character, who would it be and why? <br> Jane: "Ginny Weasley, from the Harry Potter series! I mean, I've already almost got the hair, right? And I'd love to know what it's like to have so many siblings and such a big family. I guess the magic wouldn't be too bad either, hee." <br> Christabella: I’d like to become Usagi Tsukino, because she’s very loyal to her friends and she is brave for doing the most harsh tasks. I really respect her and I’m like that to my friends whenever they’re in trouble the most. <br> Hana: I would love to be a magician, able to take people's pain and sorrows away and help them live their life better. <br> Drew: i’m not sure, but i think i would want to be alice in wonderland. she seems like such a fun, upbeat character. plus, i’ve always wanted to explore wonderland…<br> Summer: Cinderella, she found her prince, and she didn't lose him. <br> Chris: Haha, this is going to make me sound like a complete nerd, but... Princess Leia. She knows how to kick ass, and how to hold her own in a fight, all the while looking great and with a snarky comment at the ready. I like to think we have something in common, my hair probably looks like something out of Star Wars, anyway. <br><br> 7) Where do you see yourself five years from now? <br> Jane: "I'm not sure. I can see myself staying here and taking care of my cousins, helping them out as best as I can, maybe falling in love and marrying and having children as well. I'm finding out that I don't like to make plans, you know? I want the wind to take me wherever it wants." <br> Christabella: I would see myself as a housewife five years from now. I want to set a good example for my kids who will grow up and look up to people so they can be just like them. I’m hoping I could be that person that my kids will look up to. <br> Hana: Hopefully running a successful farm, and perhaps in a serious relationship at some point with someone I actually love. <br> Drew: i don’t like to look back or too far forward; i like to focus on the present. but, i guess i would be working for some company somewhere, or hopefully running my own business. it’s been my dream to run my own business, but i've never gotten the chance to go through with it. right now, i'm working hard so i'll be able to save up enough money to do so. <br> Summer: Um I don't know, never really thought about it, things happen, why worry about the future, lets stay looking at the now. <br> Chris: Hm, I don’t know, really. Hopefully breathing, and here to compete again should the chance arise. <br><br> 8) If you had one wish, what would it be? <br> Jane: "I'd wish for sex trafficking to disappear!" <br> Christabella: If I had just one wish, I would wish for peace. I really don’t understand the point of having wars. It just leads to bitter conflicts with one another and innocent people being killed. If we had peace, we can all be friendly with another and that will make the world a better place for anyone to live in. Hana: To be able to live a peaceful life with friends and a family. <br> Drew: gosh, this is a tough question. i would wish for a thousand more wishes… one wish is not enough. i mean, what could you do with one wish? i don’t like to limit my options. with a thousand wishes, i could do more for others and less for myself! *laughs quietly*<br> Summer: To find someone who could stand being with me for a while<br> Chris: I’m not one for wishes, they make me think of things that you can’t achieve. I could go with the cliché and say world peace, but I think you would be expecting that. –softly laughs- Hm, I think I would wish for money, and lots of it. That way I can solve my problems, and other people’s problems. <br><br> 9) Why do you believe you should be the Spring Queen? <br> Jane: "I love Spring! I'm bubbly and happy and have an awesome smile, too! -giggles- Aaaaand I would accept my title graciously and humbly and not look down on the others who did not receive it nor brag about it." <br> Christabella: I believe I should become the Spring Queen because I really want to set a good example to the people I know around me, so they can be proud of me and possibly follow my footsteps. Hana: Well who knows spring better then the farmers who tender lovingly raise crops in the sun, rain, and wind? <br> Drew: well… to tell the truth, i didn’t even sign up. my brother signed me up. however, i think winning the title of spring queen should be about integrity, pride, and generosity, instead of solely on the beauty and sexual appeal that she has. she should be proud to be a woman. i know that i do not fit these qualities since i still need to work on my erm, awkwardness, but i hope i have a shot at becoming spring queen… well, i hope you consider me. *blushes*<br> Summer: Spring queen? I just joined for fun. <br> Chris: I lived my childhood in Helsinki, which is cold in the winter, to put it lightly. When Spring came around it was like the world was alive again, I loved it so much... I guess you could say I deserve to be Spring Queen because I know what it’s like to suffer a long and cold winter. <br><br> 10) If you could say anything to anyone, who would it be to and what would you say? <br> Jane: "Hey, Peter? ...thanks. You know what for." <br> Christabella: If I could say anything to anyone, I would tell him or her to never give up his or her goals even if times are tough. Believe in yourself and to be always true to yourself~<br> Hana: My brothers and sisters, and tell them I love them and sorry for leaving without warning. <br> Drew: *shifts eyes* umm, i'd like to tell my mom that … despite all the crimes she’s committed… and even though she doesn’t want to be a part of our family anymore… she’s still my mom. <br> Summer: This is a strange question I don't know, probably that Brittany really is a jerk, and she should learn to treat people right. <br> Chris: Abe... thanks for everything. Everything you’ve said or done, just thanks.<br> <br>---------------------------- <br>Note: Sorry for the delay, I tried to have this in yesterday but had to stop. We’re here now, though! I split the Q&A into two posts due to longness, part two will be here in a moment once I finish some last minute coding. </td> </tr></font> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Ammy | Jun 30 2010, 04:11 AM Post #21 |
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Møller-Praskov... ya..... and I-I am 22.... <br> Skylar: Well, my name is Skylar Mason and I have recently retired from the entertainment business. I sang for a living and it was my greatest dream to become a singer. I am now 29 and I can honestly say that I am completely happy with the way things are right now. <br> Nikki: Nikki Schlaudecker at your service!<br> Elle: "Hello, I'm Elle, it's a pleasure to meet you! Well...I...bake, I love Summer and the sweet scent of flowers!"<br><br> 2) What is your definition of success? <br> Zephyr: Success, ideally, is perfectly accomplishing every goal set out to reach. However, the more realistic definition I hold is much simpler. So long as I can confidently say that I tried my hardest, and nothing harmful has come out of my efforts, I can also confidently call myself successful. <br> Madison: When you reach your goal in life, and you're truly happy with you life. <br> Rosalina: When you're happy with your life. <br> Irene: A-... Accomplishing......a g-goal.... <br> Skylar: Being able to accomplish most of what you set out to do. <br> Nikki: Completing your main goal in life. <br> Elle: "Someone is successful when is happy in whatever does, doesn't care about what people think of you and is not afraid to be yourself."<br><br> 3) If you could invite any historical figure to dinner who would it be and why? <br> Zephyr: Perhaps someone regarded as 'evil' in the past, such as Adolf Hitler. Though, I would be more interested in trying to understand the reasons for his actions, rather than spending a nice time with him. Everybody deserves the chance to be fairly understood before they are judged, so it would be nice to have his side to go with the history books' retelling. <br> Madison: I'd have to say Harriet Beecher Stowe. Because she was able to make a cause just by writing a book. <br> Rosalina: I'd invite the harvest goddess because she's an amazing person. <br> Irene: So... Sophocles........ h-he...... was a g-great..... dramatist.... and phi-... philosopher... <br> Skylar: Either Beethoven or Chopin. I would love to get piano tips from them. <br> Nikki: Joan of Arc because she just plain kicks ass and stood up for her beliefs. She was BURNED to death for them!<br> Elle: "Historical figure...? Well...Elizabeth I guess? She was an amazing woman from what I heard."<br><br> 4) If you were ruler of the world for a day, what would you do? <br> Zephyr: I believe I would declare a day of international peace and ban all fighting for a day. Or, I'd lift all social barriers for a day and allow people to be themselves, without having to worry about being judged. <br> Madison: Make abortion illegal<br> Rosalina: I'd strive to end world hunger<br> Irene: O-Oh..... I think..... that would be.... q-quite presumptuous... of me, n-no? <br> Skylar: For a day...? Hmm.... That's really hard... As idealistic as it may sound, I would try to feed all the homeless people who have no way of providing themselves with food. <br> Nikki: I'd open up a free self defense class for women who couldn't afford it all around the world. <br> Elle: "I would declare a holiday that would close poeple and give them hope and I would save the planet by planting trees."<br><br> 5) Who is your biggest role model? <br> Zephyr: My biggest role model would most likely be Amelia Earhart. She set foot into a world that was not only dominated by males, but one that was also just in its early stages of familiarity for mankind in general. She had more courage than I could hope to have; after all, to venture both out of the boundaries of society and human capability is no mere task. And for that, I admire her. <br> Madison: Definitely Joan of Arc. She died doing something she believed in, and she's a role model to women everywhere. <br> Rosalina: My mom<br> Irene: M-My.... mother... <br> Skylar: At the moment...? I can't really say I have one... But I've always looked up to the great musicians of the past. <br> Nikki: Joan of Arc<br> Elle: "I...don't really have one. I was never much interestead in models and such."<br><br> 6) If you could be any fictional character, who would it be and why? <br> Zephyr: I would like to be Alice from 'Alice in Wonderland'! Words cannot express how much I would enjoy an adventure through such the colourful and strange world she enters!~ I would love nothing more than to see all of the eccentricities and to have her courage, as well. <br> Madison: I'd have to say Mulan because she's a woman who can kick ass and made a difference in her country, and hell she saved China! <br> Rosalina: I'd be Athena, Goddess of Wisdom because she is wise and strong. <br> Irene: .....U-Um...... He-Helena..... f-from....... A M-Midsummer Night's... Dream.... m-may....be.... <br> Skylar: A fictional character... I'm not quite sure I would want to.. I'm fond of living with who I am. <br> Nikki: *mumbles*Wonder Woman, because she's an awesome female superhero who can kick Batman's ass any day.<br> Elle: "Elizabeth Bennet, she's so lovely but so strong at the same time..."<br><br> 7) Where do you see yourself five years from now? <br> Zephyr: I would very much like to stay here and continue living in this lovely town; however, realistically, I will most likely be back in New York. Regardless of my location, though, I see myself as happy as can be -- simply because I will make sure that I am. <br> Madison: I see myself as a famous author, or a journalist earning her masters degree<br> Rosalina: I see myself teaching and helping kids reach their full potential<br> Irene: Hopefully..... still living..... here...... <br> Skylar: I would like to see myself be married and have a child of my own. <br> Nikki: Owning my own Dojo.<br> Elle: "In Obsidian of course! Married, taking care of my baby and the bakery with my love by my side."<br><br> 8) If you had one wish, what would it be? <br> Zephyr: I would wish to be able to make anything I dreamed of a reality. Then, I would be able to make life more interesting for everyone!~ And I could help people so easily, too. <br> Madison: I'd wish my family was the way it was before my mom cheated on my dad<br> Rosalina: For world peace<br> Irene: F-For my younger s-sister.... to be happy...... <br> Skylar: That the people around me will always be happy. <br> Nikki: To keep my sister from getting her heart broken. <br> Elle:"I would ask for peace. The world have already suffered far enough."<br><br> 9) Why do you believe you should be the Spring Queen? <br> Zephyr: Truthfully, I cannot say I do. In all honesty, I signed up to enjoy myself and to hopefully bring some entertainment to everyone today. I would be wonderfully honoured if I was bestowed the title of Spring Queen, but I am content with simply having a fun time here today! <br> Madison: I believe Chris Hekki should win<br> Rosalina: Whoever deserves it the most~<br> Irene: I-I-I...... d-don't.... u-um..... thinking in... such a way...... would b-be.... so audacious..... <br> Skylar: Hmm... well, I was born in Spring and thus it is one of my most favorite seasons of the year and I feel that it is something every girl dreams of being at one point. Although I am probably one of the oldest contestants, I had this dream once and it is a pleasure to be able to have that chance now, even at my age. I don't believe I should be the Spring Queen but it is nice to be able to compete for the spot and perhaps receive the position after good competition. <br> Nikki: Because I'm a hard worker, and I believe I can win this.<br> Elle: "Oh...I don't know if I deserve it. I just...signed up."<br><br> 10) If you could say anything to anyone, who would it be to and what would you say? <br> Zephyr: Hmm... I suppose, more than anything... I would like to tell my father how I wish to be the person I want, rather than the person he desires. <br> Madison: It'd be to my mom, and I'd tell her that I forgive her and will help her get her life back together no matter what<br> Rosalina: I'd tell my sister I wish her luck in college and not to make the same mistakes i did. <br> Irene: ........U-Um....... everyone...... the.... library has a lot to offer....s-so .... come d-down more..... often...... th-thank you... <br> Skylar: To my father: A part of you is a part of me. Although you might not have always been the one who showed your care the most, your open objection, I understand now, was your own way of showing me how much you cared. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you this before you left me in this world. <br> Nikki: I'd tell my sister that not all experiences are good and not to trust all the people she wants to.<br> Elle: "I would say....that.......I forgive you dad, that I love him and I miss him a lot..." <br><br> <br>---------------------------- <br>Note: Aaaand done! 8D If I missed anyone or messed anything up just PM me and I’ll get to it ASAP. Next is the Evening and Swimwear double special feature thing. Your next post should include:
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| Alma | Jun 30 2010, 05:55 AM Post #22 |
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However, if there was any indication in the overly dramatic thumbs up and wink that Peter gave her right before Freya looked on with horror and shoved his hand back down, she'd done a pretty dang good job. Thus, when the call came for the girls to skitter back to change into their swimsuits for the next round of competition, Jane did it with her head held high and a bright grin for the audience to behold. She had nothing to be nervous about, right? This was all just a bunch of fun, like a fluffy pillow full of cuddly kittens or riding a horse along a smooth, windy plain. The other girls seemed to be having just as much fun, really, except for the blonde who introduced herself as Mary-Andrews who seemed to be really awkward with her answers and the dark-haired woman with the accent who generally seemed petrified to be on stage. Jane resisted the urge to give them giant hugs or something, if only because she thought the blonde girl might not like it and because the brunette might burst into tears.<br> <br> Shaking her head, she skittered off to the station she'd categorized as hers, wasting no time in having a young woman who was helping with hair and makeup smooth very natural brown eyeshadow onto her eyelids and paint a touch of sparkly lip gloss onto her lips while Jane smoothed her wavy, coral hair into two new low pigtails, even going so far as to secure them with green ponytail holders that would match the green in her tankini top. With a slash of mascara on her eyelashes to make her eyes appear brighter and more awake, she thanked the woman quickly and dashed off to a dressing room, pulling on her bathing suit with no time to waste. In the few magazines that she'd scanned over at various stores across the island, fashion ones, she'd always happened to see bathing suits being paired with heels, whether they be wedges or stilettos, and thus decided that she must have some as well. Ironically, Freya had no idea that she had them. She was certain that her cousin would be dismayed at their sudden appearance, given that back home girls her age generally didn't wear them. They were looked down upon, thought of as a bit too...flashy. And yet here they were. Jane cradled them for a second, looking over the deep emerald green shoes, once again, examining their heels to be sure that they hadn't grown an inch or two overnight. No, they still looked wearable. She tucked her feet into the shoes and examined herself in the mirror.<br> <br> It was doubtless that the swimsuit looked lovely with her skin, still tanned from how she happily wasted no time in stripping down to camisoles and shorts once the weather grew quite warm for it. However, she was still vain enough to worry about such things as tan lines, and thus had spent a few hours in the afternoons on the weekends sprawled out on a blanket behind the house, hiding as well as she could from Freya and Peter so that they wouldn't know she was lolling around in a bathing suit where she could be scandalously seen by their neighbor Charlie or their farmhand Alex. Her skin was smooth from how she'd very intently applied lotion to almost every inch of it when she'd emerged from her baths. Her hair was glossy, given how she was careful to rinse her conditioner from her hair with set-aside cold water. Yes...she looked like quite the lovely picture, even with her absolute lack of feminine curves. She was only lucky she'd picked clothes on the tighter end of the spectrum, as the swimsuit gave her the appearance of having a slightly more pronounced curve to her hips. Her chest was a great and total loss, but she hoped that as long as she kept her smile bright and her movements energetic that it wouldn't even be noticed.<br> <br> "Jane Lyfield, to the stage!" a stagehand called out, and Jane started before nearly sprinting out of the dressing room. "I-I'm coming!" she chimed brightly, giving the purple-haired man a wide grin as she nearly raced past him before she remembered that she could break an ankle. "Oh. Slow and steady. Right," she informed the man with a nod and a grin, even though she was sure he would have no idea what she was talking about, but he merely responded with an enthusiastic thumbs up before scurrying off in the other direction as well. She emerged and made her way to the stage, the trained musician in her immediately letting her steps and the sway of her hips fall into beat with the soft music put on for their walks. As she climbed onto the stage again, her eyes positively lit up, sparkling fiercely and passionately at all of the onlookers. Without hesitation, she walked, careful to keep her arms from swinging wildly like a gorilla's and her feet from sliding about as if she was walking on soap. Who knew? Perhaps she looked silly and stiff and tense, but at the moment she felt like the complete opposite. She reached the end of the catwalk, reaching up to toss one of her pigtails over her shoulder as she came to a very natural pause, with one of her hips thrusting out a bit dramatically. Her bright green eyes caught Peter and Freya in the audience, both looking rather scandalized and Peter seeming to consider if he should be hitting the judges for looking at her in a bathing suit, and gave them a coy wink and a little wiggle of her fingers in semblance of a wave before she turned and began her walk back, still absolutely consumed in the music that she heard. It communicated through her figure, lending it a strange sense of grace even as her steps were animated enough to have her nearly bouncing down the runway.<br> <br> She was barely on the grass before she nearly ran into another girl. "Oh, pardon me!" she squeaked out, reaching out in case she needed to steady either of them. No dramatic collision happened, however, and thus she was able to beam at them and toss a sincere "Good luck!" over her shoulder before she hurried back to the dressing area. Everyone seemed to be in full panic at the moment now, desperate to put themselves together and to make the best impressions that they could while also not tripping over something and breaking their heels or ripping their bathing suits. They all looked so lovely! What a wonderful day for them all to get a chance to be so beautiful, aye? Jane giggled as she scampered back to put on her evening dress before they would change her hair and her makeup.<br> <br> No time was wasted before she had the long, silky gown spread over her slender figure again. It fell beautifully to the floor, where a small train extended behind it in the second layer of smooth, satin material. Her heels graciously went with this dress as well, meaning that she had no need to truck along another pair of shoes, thank goodness. Knowing that there was only a number of moments before the last girl would go and model her swimsuit, Jane took less time to examine herself in the mirror. Instead, she shoved herself into her dressing station and allowed the same woman to smooth her hair back into a small, petite bun, with two long green chopsticks securing it. Jane carefully applied a small bit of black eyeliner, just enough to make her eyes pop more dramatically, as the woman took a moment to touch a bit of foundation along her tan line from her swimsuit, just enough to hide the fact that it was a very obvious glaring white in comparison to the rest of her skin. Gosh, that green was beautiful with her coral hair, wasn't it? Jane sighed at the sight of herself in the mirror, taking a spare moment to bask in it. I may not look this beautiful again until my wedding day, she mused, the thought striking her as a bit sad. Freya would never have that chance, would she?<br> <br> "Jane Lyfield! We need you on the stage again!" In a whirlwind of emotions and moments, Jane found herself on the stage again before she was scarcely ready, moving even more carefully and pushing a little more sway into her hips to facilitate an easier trip down the catwalk in the heels and the long train. In the course of her walking, one of her hands found its place on her hip, something that felt both incredibly natural and incredibly scandalous. It drew attention to her potential curves. It suggested that people should look at them, should let their eyes trace over her waist. It was...dangerous. A thrill of adrenaline and adventure ran through her, bringing a touch of color to her cheeks as she grinned widely and came to a pause at the end of the runway. Once again, her cousins were horrified, but at the moment she found that it didn't matter. She felt almost...like she might be beginning to wake up from a long nap that she had no idea that she was taking. Being looked at...she liked it. Jane turned and began her progress toward the end of the catwalk, feeling like she was gliding on a cloud with a strange sort of energy that she'd never felt it before. She barely registered her arrival in the dressing area again until she slid into her chair, her face appearing before her in the mirror again. Perfect. <br> </font> </div> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| Nochii | Jun 30 2010, 06:56 AM Post #23 |
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| tearsandroses | Jun 30 2010, 07:25 AM Post #24 |
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[dohtml] <table border="0" align=center height="739" width="440" background="http://i44.tinypic.com/110m540.png"> <td> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:425px; height:400px; right:100px; left:5px; top:100px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto;"> <font color=000000><br> [align=center]"insert a nice quote here!"<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br> Spring 21st, 08<br> Around 3:00pm<br> SwimsuitIIEvening<br> Tag:Jaudges and Audience~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><br>[/align] Well Madison was just thankful for the interview to be over. What she WAS worried about was the runway thing. All the girls here were alot prettier, and while she DID have the perfect figure for a bikini it was embarrassing. She was afraid of tripping or her dress ripping or having a wardrobe malfunction or something going wrong. She took in a deep breath as she put on the swimsuit. Oh why did this have to come first? But then again perhaps it was best. After all she'd rather get it over with.<br><Br> "You ready?" "No..." Madison mumbled. Lisa shook her once Madison had her hair up in a nicely done high ponytail. "Con-fi-dence!" Lisa shouted. "You need to have it." Lisa added. Madison nodded at her friend's statement. "Right. Confidence." she said confidently. She took another few deep breaths, trying to give herself a mental pep talk. Confidence is key. You're gorgeous. you're all natural. You need very little make-up for your face. Confidence!. <br><Br> Madison stared at the blue swimsuit Lisa had picked out. It actually looked pretty good. As she placed on a tiny bit of mascara and light lip gloss she figured she was ready. Except for the small hoop earrings. Man it had just been too long since she wore those. "I actually look pretty damn good." she said smiling. Lisa did a fantastic job at ironing her hair straight. The volumizing shampoo actually worked too.<br><Br> She looked at the young red headed girl in the green tankini. Looked rather cheerful. Much prettier than her, she though. Oh all those years of low self esteem. But She had to remain confident. Maybe a touch of white eyeshadow would help. She felt slightly clown-like for wearing make-up. But she'd never say that outloud. Lisa would throw a fit. She then took another look at her swim-suit.<Br><Br> She really liked how the blue and brown mixed with her slightly tanned skin. While she wished she was a bit tanner the natural glow really looked good with the colors. Maybe the black dress would go along with that as well. She also noticed the blonde streaks in her hair. IT wasn't a bleach blonde. It was a nice golden blonde that matched her hair color. She was hoping it'd stay in there.<br><Br> "MAdison LaRosa! To the stage!" she heard the man call. She sighed and put on a confident looking smile as she walked over to the stage slowly. She nodded to the man before stepping onto the stage. Hesitantly she took the first step smiling, holding her head up proudly and lightly swinging her hips as she walked. She tried to think about things that made her smile. Like how some models look so angry when they walk down a runway. That kept the smile in place. She felt confident at the moment. She felt pretty. Which was a first in awhile. She looked at the audience with another brave smile. This was a different feeling. Perhaps she'd try this again sometime....<br><Br> Or maybe not. But who cares? She had to stay living in the moment. No drifting into space, dammit! She finally reached the end of the runway and stared out into the audience. Seeing Lisa giving her the thumbs up as she gave a nod and a two finger salute, followed by a quick wink. Lisa had slightly wished she had entered. But she was there for Madison.<br><br> She turned on her heel and began walking back again, making sure to keep her hips from swinging too much. Once back she nodded to the other contestants before going back to change into her gown. The swimsuit was rather tight on her from the extra support for her top half. Now that THAT was over she could slightly relax.<br><Br> Madison took her hair down and began to brush it out before putting it in a twisted half bun, so her hair was still slightly down. She smiled as she applied a bit more mascara on along with the white eyeshadow which would look better with the black dress. She sighed as she slipped into the elegant black dress. the silky satin felt lovely on her skin, and it looked very elegant. She felt....lovely. Like an actual female. She hadn't worn a dress in forever. Probably since her junior prom. <br><Br> The white beads lookedd nice too. It emphasized her curvy bust and hips, but in a good way. to where her bust didn't look like it swallowed the rest of her. She looked a bit more proportioned. She slipped on the lovely black stilettos that Lisa picked out that made her look much taller. she just prayed to god she didn't trip over anything. That'd be an utter disaster. She sighed as she watched a girl in pink walk off the stage. She was prepared for this. She swore she was. She felt alot more confidence than before. <Br><Br> When they called her name she walked onto the stage and walked elegantly and gracefully. Feeling more feminine than she had in ages. She smiled brightly at Lisa and Zach as she gave a subtle wink to the judges once she reached the end of the runway. she ran a hand through her hair before swirling around and walking smoothly back the other way.<BR><BR> Once walking down the steps she stumbled slightly, but didn't fall all the way as she rushed back to the dressing room and sat in her chair with a sigh of relief, staring at the mirror with a relaxed smile on her face. </font> </div> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] [dohtml] [align=center] <table align=center width="269" cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 border=0> <tr> <td background="http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/8648/27117497.png" height=41> </td> </tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="ecd6f9"> <font color=d0a3ea size=1> <div align=right> <font face=georgia size=4> Friday, Spring 21st08<br> </font> ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤<br> Waiting, 7pm[/align]<br> Wearing:Swimwear//Evening<br> Tag:The Judges and Audience <br><br> This had Rosalina a nervous wreck. she hadn't been on a stage in forever. As she slipped into the red bikini she sighed. At least she got a skirted bikini. But it still made her nervous. She wasn't as confident as she used to be. She was much shyer, sub-conscious, and easily flustered. Now she was getting ready to go up on stage in front of tons of people in nothing but a bikini. Rosalina didn't like alot of make-up. a bit of peach lip gloss, and some very natural looking eyeshadow. She gave a weak smile to the reflection in the mirror as the woman helping her with her make-up and hair put her hair into a braid. She felt butterflies in her stomach. Excitement, and nerves cluttered up her stomach.<br><Br> She waited for the next few women to go on first before her name was called. Getting up slowly from her seat, Rosalina strolled onto the cat walk, with her heart still pounding like a steady bass drum. She walked slightly slowly and elegantly, with the legs of a dancer. She was going to have to dance in front of everyone anyway, so walking shouldn't be a big deal. Plus her legs were absolutely to DIE for. She shouldn't be ashamed of them. Once at the end of the cat walk Rosalina struck a natural pose as she looked into the audience. She gave a sweet and natural smile to the judges and the audience before slowly turning around and walking back, much less nervous than before.<br><Br> She felt so plain among all the other women. Though the runway made her feel beautiful and stunning in a way she hadn't felt in years. They all had unique traits. One had pink hair, another had an outstanding physique, and so many other different traits. Rosalina slipped out of her bikini and into the elegant purple dress. The color purple always brought out her eyes. She took her hair down and shook it out to reveal soft elegant wavy curls. She put a studded clip in the back and she was ready to go. With her black high heels that is. <br><br> She slowly walked onto the runway, butterflies still all in her stomach. She sighed a breath of nervousness before continuing her walk. She smiled that natural smile of hers as she did, trying not to drag her feet on the ground. Once at the end she tossed her hair over one shoulder and smiled glowingly. This was probably the climax of her evening. Either that or the talent part. So turning back she let out a deep breath as she walked back. <br><Br> That felt amazing... she thought. </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/4912/54813.png" height="344"> </td> </tr> </table> </div> [/doHTML] |
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| Twilight | Jun 30 2010, 04:10 PM Post #25 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center width="450" cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 background="http://i44.tinypic.com/2znohw9.png" style="border:1px solid #e1d39e;"> <tr> <td> <font size=2 color="#d8c580"><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> [align=center] Summer 21st, Year 08<br> Around 3:00 pm<br>tag;; Judges and Audience<br><Br>Swimsuit || Evening Wear<br><br> [/align] When the women had all been called on stage and then interviewed, Skye felt like she had answered everything pretty naturally. She listened patiently as all the other girls answered and watched their expressions. Some nervous, some confident, some just beaming with energy. Just the sight of it all made her smile. It was really a nice feeling, being able to compete like this with all these young women that she'd seen around the town but never had actually gotten to know. <br><br> All in all, however, Skye felt like she had done pretty well with the interviews. Perhaps it was the natural rhythm that she had been used to from her past interviews. Granted, they weren't very many, but there had been a few. But when the interviews were over, she could very well say she was glad to go backstage again and get ready for the fashion show. Although she wasn't quite an expert on fashion, she'd dressed up enough times for concerts that she at least know what would look good on her and what wouldn't.<Br><br> Especially at the age that she was now, Skye felt like she didn't need to be super flashy with her appearance. As if her eyes already didn't stand out as it was. But then again, she wasn't the only one with features that seemed to be more pronounced than others. Her eyes gazed over the young figures that were hurriedly putting on make-up and going into the changing rooms to put on their swimsuits.<br><Br> Going to where she had left her stuff, Skye simply checked her appearance in the mirror and proceeded to a changing room to change into her one-piece bathing suit. It was yellow; a color she was rather fond of. It was bright and Aaron had once said that yellow made her seem to glow. She giggled softly at herself. What a silly notion.. that a person could glow by simply wearing a certain colored clothing. But nonetheless... she had chosen a simple bathing suit and was soon wearing it. To accompany it, she had a simple pair of white flats to walk on the catwalk.<br><br> Skye listened as other girls got called onto the catwalk and then returned. Before long, her own name was called and she quickly made her way there. Taking a quick deep breath, she let out and willed herself to just... be herself. Then, with a smile, she stepped out onto the catwalk and walked down it, She let her legs carry her down the runway, hand on one hip like she had seen many models do it before, her hips swaying in its own natural rhythm to her walking and then the pause. Her eyes gazed over the audience, the judges and then she turned around and walked backstage again.<br><br> Once away from the view of the crowd, Skye let out a sigh of relief. It was quite nerve-wracking... to be in front of so many people again. It was almost like performing again. Almost.<br><br> But before she could really gather her thoughts again, she was rushed to change into her evening gown and asked if she needed any assistance with her hair and make-up. Both were politely declined as Skye knew she would do her own hair. As for make-up... she had always preferred to go with a more natural look, rarely using make-up if she could help it.<br><br> Back into the changing room, Skye removed the bathing suit and donned her evening gown. Turning slightly in front of the mirror, she wondered idly if this wasn't too flashy... Pursing her lips slightly, she shook her head at herself. She'd already gone this far in, no point in stopping now. Especially since she was already wearing the dress. Smiling again, she went out of the changing and back over to where her things were. She put on a pair of blue earrings to match her light blue dress. There was a big color difference from her bathing suit to her evening gown but Skye had always felt like evening gowns were a representation of the elegant self.<br><br> Though the dress might look a bit flashy, in Skye's opinion, it still held a unique elegant air about it, especially after she had put it on. It made her feel truly young again... To be able to wear dresses like this... She giggled softly to herself even as she pinned some of her her up, twisting most of her hair up while letting the strands in front fall naturally to frame her countenance. It had a sort of unkempt, but delicate look to the hairstyle. Skye turned her face this way and that to check and, satisfied, made her way to get back on the walkway just as her name was called.<br><Br> Another deep breath and once again, Skye stepped onto the walkway with a smile. She walked as smoothly as possible, the bulk of the dress preventing her from walking too fast and risk tripping over herself. She was beaming, happy that she was given this chance to just... be a girl again. Someone with no worries but to show the audience her confidence. It wasn't long before she was off the walkway again and back stage once more. 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| ree | Jun 30 2010, 05:26 PM Post #26 |
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[dohtml] <table border="0" align=center height="679" width="445" background="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/usagituskino321/drew.png"> <td> <center><div style="position:relative; width:375px; height:180px; right:0px; left:-05px; top:215px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial, verdana; color:#2A0E30; padding: 15px;">[ swimwear | eveningwear ]<br> <br> Showtime! Drew gaped. Already? That interview was scary enough. Most of the other girls were so natural in their answers, the words flowing like honey off the tip of their tongues. But Drew? She was awkward, to say the least. The worst part was having to admit her full name to the entire audience. She shivered, running her hand through her hair, trying to tell herself to relax. No matter what competition she was in, Drew always got the pre-show jitters.<br> <br> Drew shook nervously as she slipped out of her arrival clothes and into her swimwear. There was no doubt it looked pretty good on her, the black contrasting with the fairness of her skin and hair. At least the pieces were able to show the minor curves that Drew had. While putting on the last of her makeup and tying her hair into a messy ponytail, she blinked, realizing that she was still wearing her glasses. Ah, crap! With haste, she fished for her contact lenses in her bag, able to slip one in her right eye easily.<br> <br> Everyone was already lining up, most of them fully dressed. She peeked out of her dressing room, starry-eyed at the other contestants. Aiya! They were so pretty! She was blind in one eye, but she could tell.<br> <br> “Drew Taylor, it’s your turn on stage!”<br> <br> Eep! “C-coming!” Drew gasped, trying to slip in her other contact lens. She knew one thing: glasses with her swimsuit weren’t going to cut it. When the thing finally clinged to her eye, she blinked out the tears, and dashed out onto the runway.<br> <br> For a moment, she paused at what she considered the starting line. It was a bit overwhelming. Every eye in the audience was on her, and she was going to have to walk all the way to the finish and back… twice. B-but that’s so far! Butterflies raged in her stomach, and she screamed inwardly. Just let it out… just let it out… C’mon Drew, you can do this!<br> <br> Drew’s eyes scanned the audience, and they paused on a pair of bright blue eyes that matched hers. Instantly, Drew recognized the boy. Jordan! He came? Drew was startled to see her elder brother, but it was more a look of pleasant surprise. Jordan gave her an encouraging smile and a wink, and that was all Drew needed to propel herself onto the catwalk.<br> <br> Drew prayed to the Harvest Goddess that she didn’t mess up. She walked steadily, still shaking just a teeny bit, but it was more smooth than Drew had expected from herself. She turned, managing to smile shyly at the judges, and walk back as naturally as she could. “I tried my best…” She sighed, but it wasn’t over. She bounded over to her dressing room, and slipped into her eveningwear.<br> <br> Drew’s eveningwear looked adorable on her, better than the swimsuit did. She wasn’t quite tall enough to pull off a long dress, so her baby pink bubble dress suited her perfectly. Quickly, she curled her hair. Luckily, she’d gone through so many hair curlers that her hair twisted into perfect curls in seconds. Drew knew she wasn’t going to survive in heels, so she bought a pair of pink ballet slippers to match with her outfit.<br> <br> “Drew Taylor, on stage again!” This time, Drew wasn’t afraid. Her brother was watching, and she needed to make him proud.<br> <br> Drew went through the same motions with more confidence, allowing herself to sway naturally and move where her limbs wanted to move. She almost looked like a different person.<br> <br> When she finally got back to her dressing room, she collapsed in a heap onto the floor. Who knew this would be so stressful? She was exhausted, and all she did was walk back and forth! I did it… Her face coloured, and she crawled out of the dressing room to watch the others, and take some deep breaths. She didn't need to win this to feel accomplished; what she did just then was an accomplishment. For her, anyway.</div> </center> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| Sephiramy | Jun 30 2010, 07:32 PM Post #27 |
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[dohtml] <table border="0" align=center height="610" width="500" background="http://i40.tinypic.com/2wd81ds.png"> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:315px; height:260px; right:0px; left:155px; top:125px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto;"> <font color=755763 face="constantia, georgia" size=2> Spring 21st, Y8<br> Outfit: [x]<br><br> Michael was beginning to feel like a third wheel while standing there next to Rosalina and Virgil. He wasn't exactly sure why he was feeling that way since he had never been in that position before. It didn't matter thought. Michael just stood there with his hands deep in his pockets. He was still rather curious how the two of them knew each other. Surely they had met after Michael left Rosalina behind at the Inn. She had never spoken of a Vigril before. Oh well. With a shrug Michael looked on past Rosalina at the rest of the contestants and a few more who were just arriving. There were so many woman to choose from. How many exactly though? Michael wasn't too sure. More then ten maybe?<br><br> Finally they were all given the signal to take their places. So Michael quickly sat down as he was filled with excitement. The competition was about to begin. It was sure to be a night he would remember for quite some time. He kept thinking on this wondering just what would happen. Who would be crowned queen and who would fall flat on their face. There was no telling what would happen. It was a mystery really but a mystery soon to be solved. <br><br> The Mayor soon took his place up on the stage as he began his little introduction speech. On and on he seemed to go as Michael leaned back in his chair. The Mayor was a bit boring but perhaps that was just because Michael was ready for the ladies to appear. Bring it on!' he thought as a devious smirk tugged his the corner of his lips. He had a little plan up his sleeve but definitely wasn't going to reveal it to anyone. It was a secret. Michael was soon distracted though as he heard a few names which sounded all too familiar. Of course Rosalina Montague but then there was also Christmas Heikki. Michael couldn't help but chuckle silently to himself. So she had decided to enter. This contest was sure to get competitive with her in it. <br><br> The first thing all the contestants did was introduce themselves. It was interesting to say the least. Some of the ladies had rather interesting names. So interesting that Michael would remember them.. well, maybe. Michael didn't have that great of a memory when it came to memorizing faces and connecting them with names. Tonight was different though. He was surprised though to hear about their ages. Some didn't mention how old they were, which Michael thought was a bummer, but all the others didn't seemed ashamed to do so. The youngest seemed to be eighteen and the oldest was twenty nine. Not a bad variety really. They were all younger then him, that was for sure.<br><br> Next, the woman were all suppose to define success in their own words. 'Well this will be interesting,' Michael thought with yet another smile as he rested both hands behind his head and listened intently. A few of them had interesting answers and other's had boring answers. Most of them seemed to want one thing. To accomplish their dreams. Ha! Not that accomplishing your dreams was a bad thing but Michael wished some of them would have come up with something a bit more attention grabbing. A few of them did catch his attention though.<br><br> Now it came time to pick a historical character who they would like to dine with. This part Michael wouldn't mind skipping. In high school Michael had suffered greatly in history. There had been so many names, dates and places that were required for him to memorize that he soon just ignored it all. The only contestant who had caught his attention here was the one who said something about Adolf Hitler. Zephy, Zephist or some Z name.. something like that. Michael would have to keep an eye out for her the rest of the night.<br><br> Next question was if they were ruler for one day what would they do? Michael almost wished he was one of the ladies up there. It was a question he wouldn't mind answering himself but he wasn't. Damn. So after getting a bit more comfortable in the chair Michael continued to listen. A few of them had some good ideas and then when the pale faced woman with jet black hair Michael couldn't help but shake his head with a smile. The poor thing seemed nervous. She seemed to stutter every word that passed through her mouth. Michael almost felt like going up and giving her a hug.<br><br> A few more interview questions came and went along with interesting and rather boring answers as well. However, when the question 'what would you wish for' came up Michael couldn't help but sit up fully in his chair. This was a question worthwhile. He only hoped that none of the contestants would wish for 'world peace'. It was such a cliché answer.<br><br> The first one up to answer was Jane. Michael agreed with her whole heartedly. He shook his head sadly though at the next contestant. A world peace loving woman. Booooooooring. Next! Michael couldn't help but laugh out loud at the next answer. How selfish to wish for more then one wish but if given the chance Michael would probably do the exact same thing. There was just too much to wish for that you couldn't shove it all into one single wish. After Summer went Chris stood up. Michael definitely had to pay attention to her. She seemed to read his mind as she mentioned world peace but waved it off to the side. Good woman. Instead she wished for money, typical especially for her. If only they knew about her and who she really was but that wasn't neither here or there. When Madison stepped up and gave her answer Michael couldn't help but shake his head at her as well. Sure, wishing for family problems to disappear was a good thing but going all out and saying specifically that you wished your mom hadn't cheated seemed like she was looking for a pity-party. Michael was sure that wasn't it but that's the way it seemed.<br><br> The last question Michael paid any attention to was why they thought they would be crowned the Queen. A few said they had entered for the fun of it and shockingly enough some had even mentioned someone else's name then their own. 'Well,' Michael thought, 'if they don't want to win then I won't vote for them.' What a shame really.<br><br> <br><br> <br><br> </font> </div> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| Jovia | Jul 5 2010, 12:41 AM Post #28 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center width="422" cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 border=0> <tr> <td background="http://i49.tinypic.com/2zec8qs.png" height=110> </td> </tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#AFDCEC"> <font color=#9E7BFF size=1> <div align=right> <font face=Arial size=4> <br>Spring 21, yr 08<br> </font><br>EveningOutfit/Swimwear[align=right] --------------------------------------------------------<br>[/align] <br><br> [align=left]After the question and answer round with all the other contestants of the stage. Hana had smiled when it was time to show off the outfits each woman had hand picked to show off themselves for this next part. Of course she was already in her Evening wear, though one final check to make sure the few minute silver chains that kept the front slit closed was a necessity. 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. Most of the violet silk though of the main outfit, and cape like sections from the back, gently billowed as she walked about and even delicately dragged upon the ground.<BR><BR> She even had the unique curving silver metal choker and bracelets upon her person to compliment the actual clothing gown. A soft brush through her hair to make sure no knots had shown up during the questions and to make it soft and wispy was done as well while she waited for her turn. Then of course touching up her dark red lipstick and the simple violet eyeshadow upon her eyelids. Now though, now was the time to try to walk down that runway in her odd mismatched in length boots. The young lady heard her name to walk down the runway. Slowly she let her feet cross the floor under her, heel toe heel toe. She tried to glide as effortlessly as she could so her fabric from her gown gently dragged against the ground behind her instead of stop then pull then stop.<BR><BR> After the simple walk and twirl on the runway with her arms at her side, she walked back towards the area to change into her swimwear. It wasn't something she normally wore though, she had actually just bought it solely for the beauty contest after all because of its daring look. It was almost like a bikini yet also a one piece since it delicately held together by gold looking rings here and there. The actual colors was like a golden tiger, with a bright orange yellow and black stripes that went horizontal. Her stomach and back pretty much showed through the holes in it. After she made sure it was fitted rather well and in place, and to make sure it would not slip while she walked to show anything, she took out her shoes. They were simple orange sandals that matched and showed off her feet as well, much like a beach goers wear to go with of course.<BR><BR> Then it was time to go on the runway again, and this time she let a little bit of sass in her step pretty much since it would not do for a shy girl to wear such a thing. Slowly she swayed her hips from side to side as her legs slipped forward for another step with her right hand upon her right hip. Of course she had on her little smile on her face, she was actually having fun and enjoying the contest and she didn't mind letting it show on her face. At the end of the runway she stopped and just stood there with her head held high and her body set at an angle to emphasize the hand on her hip. Though after that moment of a pose she turned around and walked slowly back down the runway to the back again. Thankfully she was finished with the evening wear and she could actually slip into something a bit more comfortable. Which was a simple light lavender cotton sun dress that was of course modest on her, with simple white dress shoes with an open toe and an inch heel. Now to wait for the results of the judges, which she kept an ear out the whole time for the announcement so she could at least see who won before they left. [/align] </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i47.tinypic.com/hsnei8.png" height="226"> </td> </tr> </table> </div> [/doHTML] |
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| Ammy | Jul 5 2010, 07:44 PM Post #29 |
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[dohtml] [align=center] <table align=center width="335" cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 border=0> <tr> <td background="http://i43.tinypic.com/246p0ug.png" height=64> </td> </tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="de1862"> <font color=FCDFFF size=1> <div align=right> <font face=georgia size=4> <br>saturday, spring 21st08<br> </font> ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁<br> tag;; the beautiful judges and fantastic audience<br> swimwear // eveningwear [/align] <br><br> Chris sat before the mirror in the changing room, taking a moment to rest before she set to readying herself for the swimsuit display. A small smile curled her lips, one quickly forced into a single line to best apply lip liner. The interview had gone quite well, maybe she hadn’t come up with the most conventional answers that was no skin off her back. It probably cemented her image in the minds of the judges, at the very least. And what was the point in trying to be some sweet, pure young woman? It just wasn’t her. Everyone else here seemed to have that pure thing down pat, doddering around the dressing room looking like princesses who didn’t know what the real world looked like. Whether it was the atmosphere or they were actually naive little girls, it was hard to say.<br><br> She couldn’t be the only one here who was a few degrees less than innocent, could she?<br><br> She applied the blusher lightly, barely daring to breath, should it give her cheeks too rosy a glow. She wasn’t all that nervous, a good omen. After being interrogated, a little beauty pageant interview hardly seemed like something to get herself worked up over. The worst part was going to be the swimsuits. Chris had never been one for bathing costumes, it wasn’t like she was fat or had cellulite or goodness knows what else. As far as bodies went hers was passable. She was slim, certainly no muscled giant of a woman complete with six-pack, Chris wanted to keep it that way. Her legs were probably the best thing about her, especially when she could be bothered to keep them nicely shaved (for the record, she had made sure to painstakingly shave them the night before.) The problem with bathing suits is they encouraged the average woman to become a bronzed beauty, and Chris, well. To put it simply, she was pasty as they came, but what could you expect when you were Finnish?<br><br> In preparation for the competition she had made it her goal to shed this image as a pale beauty, if only for this particular section. Oh, the hours spent at the beach. Carefully applying sunscreen and seeing that she wasn’t burned, day after days she simply sprawled herself out on a towel and let the sun wash over her. Perhaps it didn’t sound like hard work, but Chris had issues lying still for that long, especially when the waves at the shore were calling her into the water. The results had been worth it, if Chris said so herself. Sure, she was still on the pale side. The last thing she wanted was to become one of those obnoxiously orange women with the light hair, ugh. Instead she was simply tannish, enough to make a her bathing suit look half-decent. Hopefully.<br><br> A slight tugging on the back of her head reminded her of the stylist, one of the women who had volunteered. Hers was quite old, but seemed focused. Chris couldn’t help but be a little thankful that the woman wasn’t trying to talk to her, the last thing she wanted was for her concentration to be broken. Her hair was twisted and pulled, so much that she grimaced. It was like being back in the theatre. Chris’s hair had gone silky from the hair product, and for once didn’t stick out at that gravity-defying angle. No, now it was a messy bun, styled in a way that made her look a little more casual. Another smile. She kind of liked it.<br><br> “Christmas Heikki, to the stage!” a voice called. Chris started, slipping on pair of light pink sandals with a small heel. The high heels could come later, she wasn’t quite prepared for walking on stilts just yet.<br><br> Her swim costume was cute, and kind of went with her hair. A pale white top and a bottom that was a faint pink, not the blinding sort. The top of the bikini was string, but Chris liked to think she had the attitude where she could pull off wearing a string bikini without looking trashy. Her breasts filled it out nicely, they’d never been all that impressive, but bikinis made them look more womanly than usual. She had only an instant to admire herself in the mirror before hurrying off to the backstage. Chris was greeted by the sight of Abraham, directing the other participants onto the stage. She beamed at him, waving. He acknowledged her with a look, too occupied with that Drew girl to give a proper hello. The poor girl looked absolutely terrified, but Chris could only attempt a small comforting smile. She stepped aside, allowing the others to pass by.<br><br> Okay, her time to shine. You can do this, Chris, she thought, her fists clenching, surging with the power of her inner-pep talk. It’s just a stupid stage with some stupid judges, and if they don’t think you’re fantastic then screw them. She sighed, that ought to do it. All ready to step out and prove herself Spring Queen, a soft whisper interrupted her. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”<br><br> She whirled around, facing Abraham. “What?” He was grinning widely.<br><br> Without answering, he stuck a white rose in her hair. It was one of those Alba roses he had planted at the beginning of the season. “For luck~” he explained, then quickly added, “not that you need any. You look pretty, by the way.”<br><br> Chris laughed softly, “Thank you.” She touched the rose in her hair, careful not to disturb it, before venturing out onto the stage. A spotlight honed in on her immediately, she tried not to flinch at the sudden light. It really was like being on stage again. The spotlight, the stage, everyone’s eyes on her. That old rush pumped through her veins. God, it was good to be back! She walked up the catwalk, being sure to keep her gait smooth. Trip up here and the whole world sees. As she moved forward, placing one foot before the other, she felt her arms moving, too. They swung at her sides, accentuating the movement of her hips in the bikini. A smile lit up Chris’s face, and she managed to get a peek backstage to catch Abe’s enthusiastic thumbs-up. It was hard not to be confident with him as a friend, he was so utterly confident in her... everything, she couldn’t help but be a little confident herself.<br><br> At the end of the cat walk Chris took one final step, popping her hip and looking right at the judges. She waved, giving them a quick, bright smile before making the return trip. Once backstage, she issued a quick sigh. That was the hard part over with, and it hadn’t even been that bad. In fact, it had been kind of fun. It really did feel like she was back in Chicago, and she hadn’t even gotten to the talent portion yet. If just walking on stage made her feel like she was an actress again, what would singing do? Oh, the glory days. Back before she had to worry about Leonardo’s and policemen and crazy psycho stalkers. Back when it was just her, Abe, and a ridiculously cheap apartment in the slums. She retreated to the changing rooms, glancing around at all the women putting on their dresses.<br><br> Chris brushed her hair back, her fingers touching the flower in her hair. A small, warm smile spread over her features. She took it out slowly, placing it before the mirror. God, this whole thing was taking her back so many years, it made Chris feel a heck of a lot older than nineteen. She unfastened her bathing costume, going for her bra and knickers immediately. So maybe having nice underwear was a bit superfluous, but she liked to think that it counted in some small way. Chris took her dress in hand and squeezed into it, feeling the material stretch over her skin. It hugged her figure quite tightly, plainly displaying her soft curves and skinny waist. She ran her hands up her sides, feeling the small of her waist.<br><br> As she touched up her make-up, the stylist set to work on her hair. This time another bun, but much primmer this time. Her hair was braided, then twisted up. She stared at herself in the mirror, proud of what she’d become in a matter of minutes. She tidied up pretty nicely. Now, who would look at that reflection and think it was Chris? She hardly screamed thief at the moment. For a moment she let herself get swept up in her imagination, seeing herself as a noble woman, or an actress walking the red carpet. It was like being five again. The final touch was again Abraham’s rose, which she secured in her hair, making sure not to disturb the delicate petals.<br><br> Chris looked around at all the other women, and felt her moment of absolute confidence simmer out. They all looked beautiful themselves, some of them definitely had her beat in the classic beauty department. Cute redheads, busty brunettes, slender blondes. What did Chris have going for her? Well, her hair was bound to leave some imprint on the judges. Maybe it would just take a little pizzazz to deepen the impression. Chris straightened, taking a deep breath. She let her shoulders balance, taking an instant to calm herself. She was beautiful, she was young. She could do this. <br><br> For her dress Chris had gone with a simple black gown, letting her hair make up for the lack of bright colours in her dress. Beauty pageants were always filled with girls with sparkly blue Cinderella dresses, and that was fine. They looked good in that. Chris had to watch what she wore, though. Her hair was, after all, a bright pink. Sometimes it would compete with the dress, and other times it would simply clash. Black had this lovely way of working with all the weird colours in her locks and making her look presentable. Her dress was form fitting, hugging her body all the way down to the legs, where it slowly began to flow out. What shoes she wore hardly mattered, since you could only see them for a brief instant before they disappeared back under her dress. Still, she had chosen a pair of black sandals, with a much higher heel than the last pair. It was almost like walking on stilts.<br><br> The best part of her ensemble was that none of it was stolen. Well, at least as far as she remembered it wasn’t. That probably wasn’t something to be proud of, but oh well. Who said Spring Queens couldn’t secretly be thieves? It had happened before, right?<br><br> “Chris, to the stage!” came the call. This was it, just one more strut down the catwalk and then it was the talent portion. She had to make this count if she wanted even a shot at winning.<br><br> She stared at her reflection, finally allowing a smile to light up her face. Yeah, she had this.<br><br> Chris made her way back stage, smiling at the fellow contestants as they made their way back. She nodded to the woman before her, a white-haired young girl. Everyone here looked so confident, even that Drew chick seemed to have calmed down and risen to the occasion. Chris took a breath, and let out a satisfied sigh. Oh, competition, it smelled so sweet. She paused before Abraham, spinning once and beaming. “Well?”<br><br> He stifled a laugh. “Do I even need to say anything? Just get out there~” he nudged her in the direction of the stage. Chris giggled softly, appearing on stage, bubbling over with confidence. Who needed a spotlight a spotlight to light up a stage? She opted for a slow walk down the cat walk, taking each step carefully. If you so much as stumble, Chris, you’re dead. she told herself. She looked at the judges, making eye contact with each. Her gaze fell upon Michael, it still cracked her up that he of all people was a judge. Chris lifted her hand in a small wave, winking at them. And turn, and walk.<br><br> By the time she had gotten backstage, she wanted back on. Chris had forgotten what it was like to be looked at with awe by a whole audience of people. How good it felt. She made her way back to the dressing room, still smiling faintly. Without speaking, she sat before the mirror and took out the piano sheet that Abraham had given her. It was almost over, just the talent portion left. Chris leant back in her seat, hoping that it would go at least half as well as the eveningwear. </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i42.tinypic.com/25s1ymx.png" height="41"> </td> </tr> </table> </div> [/doHTML] |
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| Solar Lunar | Jul 6 2010, 11:46 PM Post #30 |
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Shoo, fly. You bore me.
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[dohtml] <table align=center height="400" width="330" bgcolor="#000000" style="border:3px solid #5a5e09;"> <td> <br>[align=center] Friday<br> Spring 21st, o8<br> <br> Calm, Relaxed[/align]<br> <br> Clothing: Click~ <br> Tag: Open <br> <br> Kouhei perked up when he heard the show was starting. He immediately took his place, at least, where he thought his place was. He noticed a man with black hair that seemed significantly older than him was next o him. He must be a judge, I guess... He shrugged his shoulders as he took a seat. He patiently listened to the Mayor's boring speech, but only really paid attention to the names he called out. Jane?.... The same coral-haired one I met in the glade?.... Christabella, too? Well, what a world. He already had met two of the girls up there. Kouhei smiled as he watched the girls come up onto the stage. It was time to listen to their interviews... This should be interesting. <br> <br> As the girls introduced themselves, Kouhei could tell the real age of all of them, even the ones who didn't mention their age. A lot of them were around his age, but some were older. The next question was... 'What is your definition of success?' A lot of the women's answers were boring, almost as if they were just copying what they thought we wanted to hear. But... some answers weren't as boring. <br> <br> Next was the question having to do with what historical figure you'd like to meet. What really caught his attention was when Zephyr mentioned hitler. He smirked, but what she said was interesting. He'd have to keep that in mind. When he and the other judges made there final decision. He was also surprised by the mentioning of Audrey Hepburn. Heh... Christmas had a good taste in actors. He was glad he wasn't the only one out there who remembered Audrey Hepburn, and he was also glad to hear that some of the women didn't mention 'people who kick a**' or 'people who brought peace' or somehow inspired people with the usual 'rags to riches' story. Kouhei chuckled in his mind when he heard Drew say Charles Darwin, and her reason why. He couldn't help but smile at how natural she seemed. <br> <br> Now it was 'what would you do if you ruled the world for one day.' Kouhei chuckled, if people answered this question truthfully, one could easily tell what kind of person they were just from this one answer. Jane's answer was not surprising in the least bit. With her bubbly and cheerful personality. Boy, was she contagious. Some answers seemed to sound more serious though. Like how someone said making abortion illegal. And how others said they wanted to make sure bad things would not be allowed to happen that day. Sure, you could say that bad things are illegal on that day, but criminals are still going to do them regardless if it's evil or not, that is what makes them criminals after all. So Kouhei wasn't so fond of those answers. The only answers that truly caught his attention were the interesting answer that Drew gave, about installing a fair government and constitution. And Irene's, but mainly because she didn't really have much of an answer. Poor thing, she obviously seemed the most shy of the bunch. <br> <br> More and more questions flew by. He was almost getting a bit bored of these questions. But Kouhei's calm face remained the same throughout the whole thing. He almost got annoyed by how the women kept answering with how they wanted to be a certain fictional character because she could kick arse. What was up with that? He didn't understand why women were inspired with women that could bring the 'pain'.... At least Jane's response with 'Ginny Weasley' entertained him. <br> <br> The next question was 'What you'd wish for' or something like that. He chuckled at the clever idea of wishing for more than one wish. OF course it seemed the smartest, after all, no one could cram all they wanted into just one wish, now could they? Then there was Christabella's answer.... World Peace... Oh joy. Answers like that just made people look like a wad of paper covered up by a twenty-dollar bill. But then again, Chris didn't seem like the type who was just telling you what you wanted to hear. Perhaps, she really was one of the few who really cared for others so much? As nice as World Peace sounded, Kouhei didn't think something like that would be possible with the way people of the world were. Not everybody thinks the same way, after all. But, pushing that thought aside for now, he listened to the other's answers. Christmas Heikki's answer seemed the most... honest? He liked how she pushed aside the whole 'world peace' idea, she was an honest one, that's for sure. Another answer that caught his attention was when someone mentioned that they wished their mother hadn't cheated. This was quite a bit of a depressing answer for a competition like this. But it was understandable. No body likes family problems, after all. He had only wished she didn't go into such detail, it's not really a good idea for something as public as this. Kouhei sighed as they moved on to the next question.<br> <br> The next question was 'Why you think you should be Spring Queen'.... Most of the answers seemed a bit boring to Kouhei. And some even sounded a bit egotistical. Then there were those typical answers of 'I'm just here to have fun'. And then there was the 'someone else just signed me up' excuse. The only one of those excuses he didn't mind was Drew's, because she still managed to say something that was meaningful and not half-hearted. He really perked up when he heard someone say Christmas Heikki should win. Looking at who it was, he could instantly tell she was signed up by some sort of obnoxious friend. It'd be funny to see her reaction if she actually won, despite her answers. <br> <br> Phew. The interview was finally over. Now it was time to simply watch as the ladies modeled swimsuits, then evening wear. This wasn't hard to do, all of these women were beautiful, after all. <br> <br> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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