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| Semislay | Jul 7 2010, 02:06 AM Post #31 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 bgcolor="03102d" style="border:1px solid #800000; width: 502px; height: 469px;"> <td background="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vc7wr7.png" width="468" style="height: 401px"> </td> <tr> <td> <font color=FFFFFF face="Times New Roman" size=3> [align=center] Spring 21st, Year 08<br> Around 3:00 pm<br> Tag: Michael, Kouhei, The Contestants<br><br> [/align] Virgil returned the man's handshake to him, nodding. "Nice to meet you Michael. Glad to meet another judge already." He spoke politely before looking back to Rosalina with a smile. "It is. I didn't expect a teacher up here is all. Showing off her body to people." He laughed softly to her, grinning. "You do realize that means I will be listening and watching you intently correct? I did become a judge after all." He laughed again before blinking suddenly as he caught Michael talking to him once more. An intruding question but the man is curious so I don't mind. "I met her shortly after coming here. Infact she was the first person I met." Virgil clarified. He sat down into the chair and made himself comfortable, going to have to sit in this chair for hours more then likely. He continued to make small talk with Michael and Rosalina before the next judge appeared. As per with Michael, Virgil introduced himself to the other man, offering a handshake. "Virgil Drach. Nice to meet the other judge." Virgil's attention changed as the mayor appeared and announced the next round beginning soon. Wishing Rosalina luck he watched her leave before putting his hands together. A Q&A then the swimsuit and evening outfits if I'm correct. Well this should be fun. Virgil thought, smiling as his lenses turned white, blocking out his eyes for a seconds. After he adjusted again his eyes were revealed once more as he kept his attention on the stage. <br><br> Virgil let the contestants give their interview answers before watching them go back to their dressing rooms and get into their respective outfits. He made mental notes to himself, remembering certain details in some's answers and the lack of details in others. Some ladies gave very detailed answers, even in the hypothetical questions, explaining to the minor detail what they would do and why. And others....others barely tried it seemed. Ah well both good and bad right? It's a melting pot of different personalities. He assured himself, resting his elbows upon the table infront of him, leaning in against his hands. Apparently this was one of his most comfortable stances when being attentive. <br><br> First off Jane Lyfield. Peter's cousin. He thought to himself, watching the young woman show off her choice in swimsuit and eveningwear. She appeared to adore the color green. A nice color in his opinion. She looked quite lovely in either actually but as he watched her he felt a cold chill come over him and he could have begun shaking right there if not for the relaxing temperature of the room. Oh he could have sworn Peter was staring daggers at him right now. Infact that was probably true. He wouldn't to turn around but his mind told him otherwise. Don't look back. He's probably going to be like a predator and realize once you are nervous, hunt you down. This is all good fun anyway. Finally managing to shake off the anxious feeling he looked back to Jane. Her outfits matched. She put a lot of effort into this based on her appearance. Her answers were rather innocent yet unique and adorable. And she appeared to truly enjoy this event. <br><br> Next is Christabella Chambers. I like her answers except for the peace. Human nature is the reason peace doesn't exist. Humans have to evolve and learn from our past before world peace even comes close. That's getting too biased. Back to the event at hand. Snapping out of it, Virgil watched the woman show her swimsuit and evening, smiling. Pink. A lovely color. Did well for her. He thought to himself, noticing the way she put emphasis upon her hips and then the smile to the judges. So far so good. <br><br> Third is Madison LaRosa. Her answers were personal but a few lacked detail. Let's see how she looks. Madison first came out in a two piece, Virgil noting how her bikini choice emphasized her tan skin. Hmm excellent choice. I'm once again impressed. He grinned softly. When Madison came back out in a black dress that emphasized her chest and hips he smiled and watched her move. With the wink from the contestant he grinned again softly, thinking away. Again all good. So far this is stacking up to be a tough decision. <br><br> Fourth is my dear friend Rosalina Montague. Her answers lacked detail as well and felt somewhat basic. Seems she was nervous on the stage. Weird. I'd think a woman who spends all day teaching a crowd of kids not be too nervous with all this attention on her. Then again this is something else entirely. When Rosalina came out in a skirted swimsuit Virgil found himself smiling at how it suited her. He did indeed expect her to wear something that revealed enough of her but more then enough. It did show those lovely legs of her. Smart choice. When she left and returned in a purple dress he smiled and watched her. Hmm it worked for her. I think it was good. <br><br> Fifth is Skylar Mason. I'm glad to see she joined in this. Nice answers, detailed. Not too mention she speaks to my own likes in her desire to talk to Beethoven or Chopin on piano. And she is also comfortable in who she is. When Skye returned in a one piece swimsuit, Virgil nodded in agreement to no one. Skye looked lovely in that color not to mention it matched her nicely. Unlike the younger girls who were showing off Skye was wearing what she felt the most natural and lovely in. Something Virgil respected. When she left then returned in a light blue dress Virgil was surprised, needless to say. A rather abrupt change in her color choice but the dressed seemed to fit Skylar lovely as well. He smiled and blinked as he watched her, once again impressed by the current contestant. <br><br> Sixth is Mary-Andrews Taylor. Long name. Long and honest answers though that were amusing. She seemed somewhat out of place but she did try and that I like to see. When the fair skinned woman came back, covered in a black swimsuit he smiled. Wearing something that contrasted against her. Risky yet smart if it worked. And at least Virgil thought it did. The girl had few curves but she was trying her best to show them off. So far she appeared to certainly be going out of her element to do her best for this. When the girl returned in a pink dressed she seemed to be much more comfortable. She looked like a ballerina almost but she seemed adorable in it which of course Virgil liked to see in the contestants so far. <br><br> Seventh is Hana Fuyuki. I liked her honestly and just how her answers felt. She seems like a down to earth woman. Didn't know what to say in the hypothetical situation where she ruled the world for a day. Apparently this girl changed up the order which was actually rather welcome. She appeared first in her unique appearance in her evening wear. She looked surprinsgly seductive with her dark red lips and unique choice in clothing. Once again when she returned with her swimwear she proved to wear something unique. It had colors like that of a tiger, one color matched by her choice in sandals. So far very risky but unique in what she chose. She obviously wanted to go all out for this. Interesting. <br><br> Eighth is Chris Heikki. Nice answers. Honest. And amusing in how she joked about herself and the answers she gave. Quite honest when she admitted her wish would be for lots of money. Like how she didn't go with the cliche of world peace. This is going to prove to be a tough decision. She came out, trying her best to walk elegantly in her swimsuit that was filled out quite nicely by her. She was pale but she did her best to acquire a tan before this. She too appeared to have really gone almost all out for this. Heck she even had a lovely white rose in her hair was was new and scored a good point with Virgil. He had grown somewhat bored with seeing just pins in the girl's hairs to keep it up. A rose was a welcomed addition. When she came back, wearing a simple black gown but one that hugged her form Virgil smiled, again in agreement. When she actually made eye contact with him he found himself happy at the steps she was taking to really go all out. Some had made eye contact with the judges, others had just smiled. Doing both was a very good step. Oh this is going to be a tough decision indeed. He reminded himself before looking back and forth from Michael and Kouhei, the other two fellow judges that were surely gaining their own opinions right now. Eventually they would possibly discuss their opinions and choose the winner. There were a lot of qualifying ladies to pick from. Then again that's what made competitions like this fun. </td> </font> </tr> <tr> </tr> </table> </div> [/doHTML] |
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| Leonel | Jul 7 2010, 07:53 PM Post #32 |
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| Ammy | Jul 8 2010, 03:37 PM Post #33 |
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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> While the girls were suiting up, the Mayor had been entertaining the masses with his stand-up comedy. Whether he succeeding or not depended entirely on your tolerance of puns. "Ladies, and gentlemen, as we wait for our lovely young contestants I brought a few jokes to pass the time..." Perhaps Mrs. Mayor would have spoken up, but she had been backstage helping the pageant contestants. He straightened, adjusting the microphone, before beginning. "A man's home is his castle, in a manor of speaking," he said, chuckling at his own joke. "A pessimist's blood type is always b-negative. Ah... let's see here."<br><br> He flipped through some index cards. "My wife really likes to make pottery, but to me it's just kiln time." Another chuckle. This went on for a few more minutes until he got the cue that the first one was ready. "Oh, it appears our time has cut short. Please put your hands together for our first young lady on the catwalk, Jane Lyfield!" The crowd clapped, either thankful for the end of the stand-up or because the girl looked wonderful in her tankini.<br><br> Many bathing suits and evening gowns later, Mayor Thomas waddled up to centre stage once again. "And now it is the final act of the evening, the talent round! Now the contestants can really show us what they love, and the acts that they've no doubt been practising for the past season."<br><bR> <br>---------------------------- <br>Note: Just as a note, the following have not yet posted in the swimwear and eveningwear portion of the competition:<br><br> Nikki<br> Irene<br> Summer<br> Zephyr<br><br> If I missed one or a character who has posted is on here, please let me know. Also, several of these people have contacted me saying that they wouldn't be able to post until later. If you are one of these people don't panic. xP I'm just listing everyone. So the final round of the Spring Queen Beauty Pageant is the talent. This is pretty self-explanatory, but here we go. Think of something your character is good at, it can be anything. Singing, dancing, playing video games, saying the alphabet backwards. It's all up to you.<br><br> Just keep in mind that the judges will have their preferences. And as always, remember that judging is based on multiple things, most creative included. So try to put some thought into this. ^^ If you have any questions, just PM me. You guys have until July 20th, and then the final judging will begin. </td> </tr></font> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Alma | Jul 8 2010, 05:10 PM Post #34 |
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[dohtml] <table border="0" align=center height="424" width="549" background="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/MasterMisty13/JANE.png"> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:280px; height:350px; right:0px; left:40px; top:25px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto;padding:6px;"> <font color=B53155 size=1> <br><br><br><br> Outfit: ~Clicky<br> Mood: Excited and yet at ease.<br> TAG: The wonderful handsome judges~ (and audience, fine)<br><br> You were wonderful, she thought quietly, folding her hands against her lap as she stared at the lovely version of herself in the mirror that stared so peacefully back. She'd done well. Her hair had complimented the green in her outfits, just as she knew it would, as well as highlighted the sparkling green of her eyes. Whether the judges would notice this or not, of course, would be up to them. Jane was completely aware of the fact that they were men, and thus might not be so familiar with the idea of complimentary colors and what not as women were occasionally trained to be back home. A woman needed to make herself look good back there, of course, since her entire adolescent life revolved around being married one day. Jane huffed out a very soft breath, moving with effort to draw her mind back to the current situation. Marriage would only make her think of Freya, and she had no desire to proceed into the talent portion with a frown on her face. Freya would hate it if she knew she was the one who caused it. Thus, Jane focused on the mirror again, taking in her appearance as she let the piece that she would be performing flow through her head. The same woman who attended her for the rest of the afternoon bustled over, offering her assistance, and Jane allowed her to touch up both her hair and her makeup in the short time that would be left before the other contestants finished with their eveningwear.<br> <br> Very carefully stepping around and over the other contestants and their belongings, Jane made her way to the solid black instrument case laying innocently in a chair. She knew very well that many of the other girls would be singing, so Jane supposed that it was very lucky that she was as tonedeaf as a screeching monkey when she attempted to sing. There weren't many other instrument cases around, if any, telling Jane that she might be the sole one merely to get up and to play an instrument. The fact that she would be performing classically as well would doubtless give her an edge, as she eyed a few of the women who she knew would be singing. Their tastes no doubt leaned toward more popular styles, though Jane knew she couldn't be sure. Perhaps the ancient, long-held customs behind classical music would appeal to the judges more. She knew that Peter wasted no time in informing her the presence of a judge on the board who enjoyed classical music. She thought she recalled Peter telling her that he was a pianist, which was all too lovely for Jane to hear. Perhaps the man, Virgil was his name, had played viola and piano duets in his time. Perhaps he knew and loved the rich, low tone of a viola.<br> <br> "Jane Lyfield, you will be first in the talent portion!" a purple-haired man called out, and she looked up at him with a bright grin. "Thank you!" she called back, rushing now to open the instrument case and to pull out the lovely brown instrument that she held so dear. A soft sigh broke from her lips as she held it gently under her chin, supporting it with ease between her shoulder and her jaw, as she carefully plucked a few of the strings to check their tone. A few adjustments were needed, and Jane cared for them without hesitation, before she ran her bow along the strings through a quick few chords, the first, the fourth, and the fifth, before she was confident that all was well. She weaved her way through the frantic insanity that was backstage before hurrying over to the purple-haired man again. "Is it me?" she chirped, peering outside.<br> <br> "Juuuuuust a seeeeeecooooond...okaynowgo!" The man did a wonderful job at stirring the excitement in her belly, and she strode out to the stage like she was performing on the stage of the Bayreuther Festspielhaus, though...she supposed that might be inaccurate. Striding down the stairs to enter the orchestral pit, then, and ignoring the fact that she would be invisible to all the ones watching the production that she would be playing for. Yes, that was better. As she strode onto the stage, Jane continued her way down the platform until she stood in the center of it, allowing a lovely view for all who intended to follow her actions and the movement of her hands. She gave a quick curtsy to the audience and the judges, lifting the edge of her skirt very carefully with the hand that held her bow, before she thought it perhaps wise to introduce the piece she would be performing.<br> <br> "Good evening, everyone," she said brightly, grinning widely at all that were before her. "Tonight I'll be performing a work for you, the second part of a Suite for viola, created by a brilliant German composer named Max Reger. He composed this work one year before he died, and I am forever grateful that he could take the time to...expound a bit of his musical genius for the viola, which is so...neglected by other composers." Before she could allow her mouth to run away with herself with her opinions, which would no doubt be very loud and very unflattering, she bowed her head demurely with a smile before tucking the instrument beneath her chin once again and holding her bow at the ready. Very carefully, she counted herself off quickly in her head. One...two... And then she flew, her bow snapping across the strings in the delightful key of G minor.<br> <br> Jane closed her eyes for a moment, remembering how fond this piece was to her heart as she felt the familiar indentations of the strings into her calloused left hand's fingers. The first day she opened the box that contained the music, on her eleventh birthday...the first time she truly performed it for memory, at her school's talent show when she was fourteen, much to her father's disapproval...when she played the first part of it for a lovely man that she met in the Temple of Sugilite here, another German man by the name of Adel...oh, the memories were so fragrant, so brilliantly colored even before her mind's eye that she drove into her viola a little more, sending the music into beautiful crescendos, giving it all a touch more life than she originally might have. When her eyes flew open to study the strings through the bridge, a slower and more solemn musical line more suited to the minor key, they glistened with a faint sheen of wetness. She'd never been so proud to perform a piece in her life.<br> <br> She swayed with the piece, her body leading the musical lines as much as her bow did, and pursed her lips in thought as she all but danced with the viola on stage. Never would she have a more willing partner. Never would the presence of the audience be so blurred as when she spun in this rumba with her viola, the movements of her slight body turning almost innocently sensual, a purity shining through her passion. Thank you, she managed to think, a very soft statement of gratitude to whatever deity might be listening, before she came to a careful pause, signaling the end of the bridge. And then, just as quickly, she drove into the quicker, passionate frenzy that she began the piece with, feeling as if she was spiraling around and around in the music that lilted and flew from her instrument. Her lips moved into a small smile then, her eyes heavily lidded and intoxicated with the wine that flowed through her veins, as she swayed and felt the pleasant vague sting of the strings against her fingers. And then, as the cadences tumbled forth, flying toward the end of the piece, she slowed it slightly, an artist's choice, and brought the entire piece to a soft rallentando completion.<br> <br> She stood there for a moment, holding her last stance appropriately, before she lowered the bow to indicate the ending of the song to the audience. The applause enveloped her and she stood with a broad smile, that faint sheen of wetness still over her eyes, though no tears fell. Instead, she bowed, a low and deep stoop of absolute gratitude, the only way that she knew to thank them so profoundly for taking the time to listen to that which she adored so much, before she stood tall and proud again. Her entire carriage contained a sense of elegance suddenly, as if she'd played for a court of kings. In a way, she thought as she locked eyes with both Peter and Freya, she had. Her cousins were her greatest supporters, though Peter presented it perhaps a bit more verbally than the others, with loud whistles and cheers and shouting of her name, whereas Freya looked rather mortified at his behavior and settled for clapping, occasionally pausing to dab at her eyes with a tissue. Yes. She understood. She knew exactly what Jane was trying to convey. Though she'd always been the most emotional of the three of them, Jane felt a great sense of gratitude toward it today. She knew that no matter the outcome of the contest, Peter and Freya's faces would linger in her mind for the rest of her life before she entered a performance, reminding her of just what all she was capable of.<br> <br> With her gown collected lightly in the hand containing her bow so that she wouldn't trip, Jane made her way back down the runway, chin held high with pride. She'd done beautifully. No one could tell her otherwise. <br> </font> </div> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| tearsandroses | Jul 8 2010, 07:16 PM Post #35 |
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She wore the same outfit to alot of poetry readings, this was like a poetry reading...except there was violinists at this one...and it wasn't at a coffee house...Oh snap out of it Madison! She just had to channel her inner poet is all.<br><br> She slipped on the high heeled boots as she began wondering something. What if the people here thought poetry was stupid? This was a pain. Madison didn't usually get like this before reading poetry. How awkward. She prepared herself with warm ups she was used to doing before poetry readings. The girl before her was really good. The viola if she wasn't mistaken. Sure she couldn't play any instruments or sing phenomenally well or dance like a ballerina but she had acting skills. Poetry skills. And the poem she wrote today felt......it had a good feeling to it.<br><Br> She waited for the redhead to be done as she practiced reading her poem. Once the girl walked off the stage she gave her a grin before walking onto the stage herself. She stared at the audience for a moment before speaking. <br><Br> "Good evening everyone. Tonight I'll be reciting a poem I wrote myself. The poem is about life and what it's structured around. I hope you all enjoy it." she said with a smile.<Br><Br> Grabbing a hold of the microphone she let out a deep breath before she took it out so she could walk around as she spoke. She did better when she moved anyway.<br><Br> Life defines in Metabolism,<br> In reproduction,<br> we make our miniature selves,<br> our look alike<br> In the power of adaptation,<br> like what is in now,<br> What is fashionable,<br> how I blend with all of you<br> How I mimic you,<br> how I become a clown to you,<br><Br> Life in being nice<br> This is my life A short and a merry one<br> This my life In the middle of my own life<br> To life,<br> a life,<br> in the hope of discovering the meaning of my life,<br> My speech my poetry<br> Come to life with me<br> To the life,<br> for the life of one like me,<br> Not taking this life in my own hands,<br> Never,<br> never,<br> To life,<br> this is life<br> As big as life<br> as large as life is large<br> In resiliency,<br> in elasticity<br> Animations, cartooning, animate,<br> I vivify<br> I vilify<br> I quicken<Br> I liken<br> The life force in my life’s functions<br> Drawn from life<br> to life drawn<br> Dream to life a life full of dreams<br> This liveliness, this sparkle<br> This effervescence of life,<br> this bubbling life like wine<br> This sprightliness like soft<br> Drink like energy drinks<br> This verve,<br> this vigor<br> this vivacity<br> Of life to life as big as life<br> My life<br> This is my life<br> This me I am life<br> I am energy<br> i am in this poem trying to run<br> away from everything in my life,<br> running in life<br> to life and life,<br> because of life,<Br> for life.<br><Br> As MAdison spoke she put emotion into every single one of her words. She moved around, and made a couple of expressions to match the emotion that went along with each word. She was having fun. And this was the most confident she had been all night, She felt beautiful. And strong. She felt the way she used to feel when she'd get up on that stage every night in New Orleans. Everything felt familiar actually. With the exception of it being a beauty contest, and there being many more talents other than poetry.<br><br> As she spoke about life she thought about her own. Was she trying to escape her own life? By not returning to New Orleans? she had pondered on that decision. Whether or not she was going to go back or not. She did want to make up with her mother but what if SHE didn't? Her mother that is. Once the poem was finished, Madison took a bow and strolled off the stage. </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:Click~<br> Tag:Judges and Audience <br><br> Rosalina wasn't ready. Not in the least bit. While she had danced in front of people before this was completely nerve wracking! She had slipped into her costume for the dance along with the appropriate shoes. She put her hair up into a high ponytail so it wouldn't get in her face when dancing. She had worked her ass off on this dance and she prayed to the dear god above it would go as well as she hoped it would. Melissa would be cheering her on. And she had music prepared as well. <br><Br> The rest was up to her.....She sighed as she brushed her dress off. Smoothing her hair back she smiled before going on the stage and waiting for the music to start. Once it came on Rosalina started the dance. She moved her feet rather quickly. Years of dance class certainly paid off. She felt so full of joy and confidence as she danced to the beat of the sound. Her legs moved quickly as did her arms. This was certainly a good time.<br><Br> The costume helped her move freely, she was able to do alot more than she would have been able to do in just tights and a leotard. Her ponytail was flinging all over the place as the dance continued. Her eyes focused on the crowd and occasionally on her feet when the movements became tricky. <br><BR> Once the song ended Rosalina's face was glistened in sweat as she breathed rather hard. She smiled and waved to the crowd before walking off stage. 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| Indigo | Jul 9 2010, 01:34 AM Post #36 |
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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]EVENING & SWIMWEAR <br>tag ;; JUDGES & AUDIENCE <br>[ swimwear ] | [ evening wear ][/align] <br>After some time of socializing, the contestants were called up to the stage. Smiling, Zephyr quietly wished some others good luck as she passed them and took her spot in line. While standing there her heart fluttered excitedly in her chest, her body becoming warm as it tingled with anticipation. This would be all her, and this would be all fun. With no angry criticisms, no harsh and hawk-like gazes watching and judging her every move, and - most importantly - no pressure, Zephyr could only feel genuine happiness and enthusiasm. It came with a wonderful and surprising ease. This only amplified the feeling, as in past competitions and pageants she had to usually force a smile. Today, though, it was different. One was simply glued to her face, like it belonged there as much as any other feature on her visage. <br><Br> As the Mayor did his introduction, Zephyr listened intently from behind the stage. The brunette laughed softly at his speech - it was a bit cheesy, particularly that part about them being all winners. But, it was nice to hear anyway. Her laughter soon faded, though, as the Mayor called for the thirteen of them to be revealed and introduced. Swiftly composing herself, the woman stood up a littler straighter and smoothed out the front of her dress. As she made sure her hair was neat, the other names were called. She watched, amused, as the other woman moved onto the stage in a neat, orderly line like pampered and prettied soldiers. Then, finally, it was her turn - she was second last, it seemed - and she walked out, her face still bright with her emotions. <br><br> After the contestants were introduced, it was the judges' turn. Zephyr's eyes shifted from the audience to the three men at the end of the stage, whom she unconsciously smiled at more broadly upon noting. Michael Wright, Virgil Drach, and Kouhei. She repeated the names in her mind as she observed the men, joining in the applause as she did. Much to her amusement, they were all different from one another, and all good-looking in their own way. Instead of three goddesses, we have three men playing Paris, she noted, quite entertained as she continued to study them. One was a thin man with glasses, a man attractive in a more unique way. Another with messy brown hair appeared to be the oldest - his looks seemed of the rugged sort. And the final judge seemed to be the youngest, an Asian man who was quite the handsome gentleman. They were certainly all quite individual - surely she would have to demonstrate a good amount of versatility to catch each of their attentions. <br><br> Just as she concluded her observations, the applause died soon down. Then, the interview portion began. When it did, Zephyr turned her gaze towards the other women as they answered, her eyes soft and attentive. To be honest, she was genuinely and thoroughly interested in the responses of the others. They all seemed like intriguing women. And aside from the cute baker, she had not met any of them before - so taking notes here would be good for possible interactions, wouldn't it? Though, admittedly, Zephyr spent more time listening to the others than thinking about her own replies. As a result, when the first question came her way, she was actually slightly caught off guard, despite its simplicity. However once that brief, split-second of hesitation passed, she rolled right along. Nothing a little improvisation and quick thinking couldn't handle! If there was anything her family and her experienced had made her good at, it was acting naturally when put on the spot. <br><br> Perhaps it was because of this that Zephyr eased through the rest of the interview without much trouble, spinning off answers with only the shortest moment of thought, if any at all. While her answers had been wholly truthful and elaborate enough... she couldn't help but feel as though she could've done a little better. Maybe I shouldn't have listened to the others so intently, she wondered as she glided off the stage and to her dressing area. Then again, maybe it was just her high standards talking...? Reflecting, she picked up her case and moved along, biting her lip a little. But, it had been so hard not to listen! Everyone really did sound quite interesting. Still filled with an almost childish excitement, Zephyr's eyes sparkled as she noticed the other girls running off around her. She noted another girl, Christabella, who had mentioned she came from New York City as well. That was interesting - would she be familiar with her family? She had to wonder briefly. Besides her, though, another person who had caught her eye was a blonde girl named Mary-Andrews. She seemed a bit nervous about the whole thing, yet that slight insecurity had come off as charming in its own way. In contrast, the woman named Chris caught her attention too, with her confident spunk and honest answers. And of course she could not forget the woman named Irene, who seemed to do nothing but stutter and stammer and pull at her very own heartstrings. How courageous! she thought, throwing a sympathetic and admiring look the dark-haired woman's way as she saw her. Oh, and of course Zephyr also naturally took interest in Elle! After all, this was an opportunity to get to know her better, even without the face-to-face interaction. <br><BR> Needless to say, all the other contestants were interesting in their own way as well. However, as Zephyr found herself in her change room, she also found herself without any more time to be admiring everyone else. Right! Time to focus on myself, she thought, bringing herself together as she set down her case and opened it. The woman shed the dress she wore, folding it quickly and setting it aside on a small bench provided. She bent down and reached into her bag, fishing out a fairly large, pearly white case. Neatly, she placed it down on the vanity desk provided. After taking a seat and pulling all of her hair back from her face, the woman opened it up and took out the appropriate makeup with swiftness and ease. She lined them up neatly before her, in order of their pending usage. Let's go, she thought excitedly. First, she took a small cubic pump bottle in one hand, squirting some of the light green cream into the other. Humming quietly she smoothed it over her face, tapping her foot lightly. She normally didn't put on much makeup, so admittedly it was a bit fun when she had an occasion to. It was a lot of work, and getting it right was a bit troublesome, but they were all part of the challenge - and that was enough to keep her enthusiasm up. <br><br> Soon, with the primer all smoothed onto her face, she placed the bottle back into her kit and picked up a small makeup sponge. Still humming, she opened up a small container of water she had packed and dipped the sponge into it. After wringing out the excess water she closed the water up and picked up her foundation, squirting a small glob of the makeup onto it. With that done, she looked into the mirror and dotted it across her face before blending it gingerly with the same sponge. While her skin was mostly smooth and blemish-free, it never hurt to use some foundation anyway. Once satisfied, Zephyr replaced her supplies and moved along to the other makeup. For now, she laid it on lightly. First up was her swimsuit exhibition, so such a thing hardly called for an overdose on cosmetics. Picking up a shell-shaped compact, she opened it up. The brush lightly danced over her cheeks, dusting a subtle rosiness over them. Once it was replaced - rather carelessly, at that - Zephyr moved onto her lips. A bit of pink shimmer was all she decided to use at the moment, so she took just a moment to apply a thin layer of gloss. Upon reaching satisfaction, the woman leaned forward to get a closer look at her eyes, the last area left to enhance. <br><br> With lips pressed together, Zephyr applied a bit of eyeliner and mascara, just enough to slightly bring out her eyes. Upon completion of her makeup, she leaned back, observing her face in the mirror. The effects of the cosmetics were subtle, but there. She had been told before that she had "natural beauty", and that makeup "just amplified it" so she had kept this in mind and tried to accomplish this today. Granted, she was a bit rusty. Despite her overall confidence she also still felt an invading unease. She prayed her uncertainty didn't come out in her work and, upon inspection, it didn't. Not glaringly, at least. But even after studying the slight emphasis on her blue eyes, the gentle shimmer on her lips and the rosy and natural blush, some insecurity remained. What made her even more uneasy was the eveningwear portion, but that was a worry for later. She had no time for worries now, either, so Zephyr swiftly swallowed her anxiety, letting her excitement take over again. Well, it's the best I can do, so I might as well let it be and let myself have fun! So, satisfied, the woman cleaned up her supplies. Placing them aside for later, she moved over to her case again and pulled out her swimsuit. Swiftly, the woman shed the undergarments she had been wearing and switched them with her bikini. <br><br> "Hmmm." Zephyr examined herself, her eyes narrowed. She faced forward, her eyes moving up and down over her reflection. The bathing suit was simple, but carefully picked to flatter her body. The top half was a simple black halter, with thin straps that tied at the back of her neck and across her back. It was a good fit, so her chest was well-supported and well-covered - she didn't need to fear any 'wardrobe malfunctions'. At the same time she supposed it amplified her assets well enough... though she noted she wouldn't have nearly as much of an advantage as some of the other girls, particularly Miss LaRosa. "Well. What can you do?" she mumbled to herself, tightening the wrap around her hips. The bottom half of her swimsuit was a solid white, traditional bikini bottom. While it appeared separate, the black wrap that encircled it was attached to it. Tying it was a bit silly, admittedly, since it could not fall off. But keeping it in a knot and having the ends hang loosely added a sort of 'classiness' to it, or so the saleswoman had told her. She had attempted to carry this into her shoes too, picking out black high heels with two white straps that secured her feet in a simple cross-shape. Although she was having second thoughts now, she quickly shook them off - there was no time for hesitation, after all. <br><br> With her eyes still narrowed, she turned herself about, carrying on her self-inspection. Her figure was slight; even though she hadn't danced publicly in a long time, she still had the body. Zephyr's long, thin legs were exaggerated by the bathing suit, as was the normally gentle curve of her waist. Letting down her hair, she grabbed a comb and ran it through her brown waves, still turning about as she did. In preparation for the competition she had also carefully tanned whenever possible. While the slight, golden tint on her skin seemed to be uniform, she still inspected for any odd blotches. Then, by the time she had tied her hair in a loose ponytail that streamed over her shoulder to one side, she had finished her tan evaluation. Generally, she was happy with herself. While a few spots on her body were slightly darker, or slightly lighter... well, there was nothing she could do now. It seemed difficult to notice, and she was hoping other parts of her would be more of the focus anyway. <br><br> After one final turning assessment, she looked at herself square in the eye and nodded, gripping her hands into fists. "Ready!" she said to herself, smiling broadly, finding confidence in herself again with ease. Without anyone lurking over her shoulder, pointing out nitpicks like the unpedicured toes that poked out of her shoes, or the mysterious little bruise she had gotten on her thigh, she was happy. Her body was still lithe and thin, free of too much noticable and excess fat; her skin was smooth - daily routines assured this - and her swimsuit worked positively with her body's shape. In lacking someone to point out every little flaw, she could see, focus and relish in these things. Not having a harsh critic also rid her of harsh, unfair comparisons with other girls. So maybe she didn't have wonderfully unique hair, or a bombshell body. While Zephyr realized these things on her own, she was able to see them without jealousy or fear of how she could possibly overshadow these things. Such emotions were unnecessary in such an event. Now that she lacked them and now that she was ready, she discovered that could simply enjoy the rush of competition more than ever before. <br><br> "Zephyr Estan!" called a voice from outside. Smiling, the woman almost jumped out of her changing area upon hearing her name, blue eyes alight. It seemed her sudden appearance startled the worker slightly, as she noticed a brief flash of surprise across the other girl's features. Laughing softly, she dipped her head in quick apology, though her eyes still danced with excitement and amusement. "Pardon me, I suppose my enthusiasm is getting the better of me," she said calmly, despite the energy bouncing around inside of her. In response the worker merely returned her laugh, shaking her head and waving a hand carelessly. Then, without further delay, she led Zephyr towards the stage. As the contestant walked, each step seemed to send another jolt of energy rushing into her body. Meanwhile, her mind was buzzing. How would she go on stage? It would be boring to simply walk, but something too over-the-top could work against her... <br><br> "Good luck!" the worker suddenly said to her, leaving her with but a single moment to think before she was to walk out on stage. Automatically Zephyr gave the other girl her thanks, before she abruptly realized she had no more time to brainstorm. So, faced with an empty stage, she then found herself with a canvas for further improvisation. Immediately, she started by letting some of her inner excitement seep onto her features. As she walked out it came naturally to her face, her smile blossoming upon her lips and spreading to the rest of her features. Radiate, she thought to herself as she walked, an old habit that kept her features bright but not over-the-top; calm yet still clearly and pleasantly happy. Glide, she added mentally as she began to walk. The word reverberated in her mind, its echoes spreading into her body and her movements. In turn, she walked confidently, her posture straight but natural and her steps fluid and without hesitation. Zephyr directed her smile about, her eyes scanning the audience as she made her journey down the catwalk. One hand swung gently at her side while the other waved a bit to the onlookers. Her mind focused solely on walking, her concentration dedicated to this simply stroll. As a result, the woman moved down the stage calmly, her pace graceful. Her steps were light and quietly certain, opposed to loud, flashy and strutting stomps. <br><br> Upon reaching the end, the woman directed her smile to the judges now, allowing a bit more of her inner excitement onto her features. It was at times like these that her acting really came in handy; years of controlling her emotions and personality made it easy for her to regulate her features, and how much of her inner feelings she allowed to shine through. As she grinned at them, her eyes met each of theirs as she posed. Leaning on her left leg, emphasizing her hip, she extended her right leg slightly to the other side. Zephyr placed her right hand the other side of her hip, her elbow angled backwards rather than out. Simultaneously, her left hand touched the end of her ponytail, toying with it almost shyly. Eyebrows arched slightly, she tilted her head to the side for a moment, as silent but curious question mark at the end of her display. What do you think? it seemed to ask. Then, once her brief moment was up, Zephyr melted back into a normal position before she turned swiftly on her heel. Her focus began to waver slightly as she walked backstage again, though she still managed to walk with the same ease and poise as before. <br><br> It was only when she came off the stage that her thoughts and emotions came rushing back. Taking in a deep breath, Zephyr sighed, her smile disappearing briefly before returning at full-force. "Haaa! That was fun," she giggled quietly to herself. Her heart thudded excitedly in her chest, her blood pushing adrenaline throughout her whole body. Then, pausing off to the side, the brunette took off her heels. With them in hand, she ran off to her change room again, ready and eager for the next segment. It was wonderfully strange, but she was suddenly aware that she was glad to be alone. Granted, in addition to lacking pressure she also lacked any support. But in a way, she was happy for that. As someone who, until recently, needed people - be it anything from fun to simple everyday assistance - she was glad to have this opportunity. Only in being truly alone could she see the true extent of her own, raw capabilities. This, in addition to the almost forgotten rush of competition, was absolutely exhilarating. <br><br> On a sort of high from this realization, Zephyr seemed to float back into her dressing area. But soon after, her concentration took over again almost automatically. Once she had her privacy, the woman moved to her vanity desk again, whipping open her makeup kit. Thankfully, this time it wouldn't take as long. She decided to go relatively easy on the cosmetics, even through the eveningwear portion. So with the basics already on her face, she had little left to add. Initially she had been uneasy about this, but now that she was here, her decision was firm. Quickly, she touched up her foundation slightly and added a bit more blush to her cheeks, deepening the colour a bit. She then added a soft brown eyeshadow, looking for a further, yet natural enhancement to her eyes. After that she only did a few more touch-ups to her mascara and eyeliner and, after some brief thought, added a light red colour to her lips. With those things accomplished, Zephyr simply left her face - there was too much to worry about to fret on just that. <br><Br> So, after putting her makeup away, the woman changed. The dress was one she had worn once when she was younger, and never again due to certain criticisms she had encountered. Because of this, Zephyr had been surprised to find it amongst her wardrobe. Though it was also due to those past words that she was driven to question them now, an action that came as a challenge to try it on again. <br><br> Initially she had feared how it would fit but, remarkably, it fit very nicely. Arguably even better, now that she had grown and filled out a bit more. Her breasts fit into it well, now, especially with a proper strapless bra underneath. Unlike before she had no fears of it falling down, much to her relief and amusement. In retrospect, the entire dress had generally been fitted poorly the first time she wore it. Zephyr remembered it being loose around her young body, which was still awkward and girlishly skinny at the time. Because of it she had been called rather chubby, but now it seemed to fit perfectly. I guess that means I got fatter, she thought, entertained by this fact, as she smoothed it down over her torso. It hugged her waist and her hips without being tight or suffocating. Now that she had a figure to properly wear the dress it worked with her body. Perhaps now that it made her look more like a woman in a gown and less like a stick in a fancy potato sack, she could appreciate the design as well. It was a blueish white, though the fabric's slightly pearly texture made it shimmer slightly in the light. Ornate, swirling designs had been embroidered into the fabric, with a variety of blue jewel-like beats sewn amongst them. <br><Br> Admittedly, the top part of the gown felt more like winter to her. But the bottom felt like the current season. It was a deeper blue, light like the sky of a mild spring day. The designs were also more flower-like, and the curling frills appeared like the petals of flora, as well. Or so she thoguht, anyway. And thus - however silly a thought it may have been - she felt like it seemed to represent the transition between one season to the next. Well, upon deeper thought, perhaps that was an excuse to wear the dress, but... Pouting slightly, Zephyr lightly played with the cascading frills and layers that fell from her hips. But I like it, she thought, in silent defense to this realization. And I'm stuck with it now anyway, so... too late for that. Stepping back, she looked in the mirror, making sure the 'spring' part of her dress as neat. There was a break in the fabric, allowing for her leg to slip out, though it only did so when she consciously put it out far. Zephyr had noticed that standing and walking allowed for the dress to appear as though it didn't... As she observed herself, she remembered this, keeping it in mind for when she went back out. <br><br> Satisfied with her dress, Zephyr continued in her preparation. After briefly rummaging through her case, she pulled out a small pink box. Setting it on the table, she opened it up. First she pulled out a simple gold chain and hung it around her neck. At the end a silver ring hung just past her collarbones. A small sapphire, round and carefully cut, hung in the middle of it. Once that was secure, she quickly fastened her earrings. When she was done, threads of gold hung from her ears, with silver flowers hanging at the ends, like comets at their tails. "One last step," she said to herself, strapping on dark blue stilettos before she waltzed out swiftly, having no time to spare. <br><br> "Oh! Miss Estan!" the worker who had called her earlier waved her over as soon as she saw her. "Over here!" Zephyr's attention shot in that direction. Smiling, she quickly made her way over, carefully but awkwardly running in her heels. Nevermind that though. All she could think about was how wonderful it was that she had been able to request for help way beforehand. Elated, the brunette floated over to the helper, smiling brightly. "All righty, let's get started!" the volunteer declared, motioning to a chair in front of her. <br><br> Without hesitation, Zephyr sat down and the stylist went right to work. The dress-clad woman sat rigidly with all the stillness of a statue. How long has this thing been heating up? she thought as her already natural waves became amplified by the girl's curling iron. She could feel its heat radiating onto her skin, and the speed at which it worked was another clue as to how dangerously hot it was. After noticing these things, she didn't move at all - with the exception of her eyes. As the worker styled her hair, curling and clipping and combing, she watched the other women come on and off the stage. How pretty they all looked - it was nice to see a good variety, wasn't it? Though she had to second guess herself at least a little bit upon seeing them. However this thought stay sitting for long, though, as the girl was soon finished with her styling. <br><BR> "How is it?" she proudly asked, showing Zephyr with a mirror both in the front and back. Once she quickly examined herself, she could only nod, rather impressed. It was a simple hairstyle, since there was only a short time to work with. But despite the pressure, the girl did well. Essentially she had neatened and emphasized the pre-existing waves of her hair, styling them into larger, more defined and more structured sections of gentle curls. It was still wavy, and curliest only at the ends. Most of it had been tucked behind her ears, though the girl left thin strands to frame her face. Zephyr touched the small ringlets, then adjusted the rest of her hair so that it fell the right way around her shoulders and down her back. <br><br> Once satisfied, she stood up. "Thank you!" Zephyr said, beaming at the girl just as her name was called by another volunteer. With that, and another nod of thanks, the brunette went off for her second stroll down the stage. <br><br> While in the queue Zephyr fell back into her focus, concentrating herself once more. As she stepped onto the stage she took in a deep breath and then, when it was her turn, ventured out. Her walk was the same, smoothly gliding movement as before. However, she wore a different expression. Instead of her radiating smile she decided to control it a little more. While the brightness in her eyes remained, it shone more quietly and more calmly. Her lips curled in a soft, serene grin in contrast to the tooth-bearing smile she had flashed about only a short time ago. She was going for elegance this time, something closer to her usual 'default'. Thus, she did not wave this time but she still scanned the audience, smiling gently at one side of the crowd as she walked down the catwalk. <br><Br> At the end she seemed to turn, appearing to almost immediately going back the way she came. However Zephyr took care to do so with a slight bit of drama in her body, pivoting on one outstretched leg before she turned to the side. As she did so, it seemed to accidentally peek out of her dress, exposing itself to about mid-thigh. Here, there was the briefest of pauses. Turning to face the men, her eyes flitted from her leg to the judges before her fluidly. With her lips parted very slightly in a small ring, her gaze met each of the judge's. Suddenly, her features changed, her lips curling in a small, knowing smirk as a sort of mischief flashed in her eyes. Zephyr only allowed a glimpse of this expression before she turned and continued right back down the stage, smiling at the other side of the audience now. <br><br> Once off, the woman let out another sigh. Well, that part was over! Kicking off her heels again, she carried them by her side as she skipped off, humming happily to herself once more. Now that she was off the stage and now that all that was left was the talent portion, she let her emotions shine uninhibited. Now, she thought gleefully, stepping back into her changing room to prepare, now, comes the really fun part!" <br><br> [ooc;; OTL sorry it's a bit excessive, I guess I got carried away... orz] </td></tr> </table> <center> </center></div> </font> [/doHTML] |
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| Ammy | Jul 11 2010, 03:27 PM Post #37 |
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{{Ree sent me this a while ago because she wouldn't be here for the talent portion.}} [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;"> [ dance | outfit ]<br> <br> It was finally time for the talent show. Drew had been anticipating this part all along! She wanted to see what talents existed among the young women of Ocean of Stars. Unlike the previous event, the talent show actually required talent.<br> <br> Drew watched with excitement and wonderment, her heart thudding loudly in her chest as she clutched the hem of her shorts. She was nervous, sure, but her curiosities soared high above those feelings. In other words, she was more curious than she was nervous. Who wouldn’t be?<br> <br> She joined in the audience’s applause, offering an encouraging nod to each girl that was next in line, even if they already seemed confident. As her turn approached, Drew glanced down at her lap, sweat beginning to form in her hands. She guessed that no one knew that she could dance. She had practiced her own contemporary solo, but she wasn’t much of a choreographer... Still, Drew had tried her hardest. Considering that she was one of the youngest and the shortest and the least well-known, Drew saw herself as the underdog of this competition. She was a small fry. With this routine, she needed to show the judges that she wasn’t just a small fry, or a dinky, undersized eighteen-year-old…<br> <br> “Next we have Drew Taylor.” Drew shut her eyelids tight as she mumbled one last prayer, and she stood up quickly to take her place onstage. She was barefoot, and her limbs were free of clothing. All she wore was a pair of spandex shorts and a flowing shirt that rippled as she danced—more like flew—across the stage.<br> <br> She began her dancing as soon as the music started. She used the whole stage in her dance, and her usual blank stare had revealed a brighter, happier person underneath. She was smiling. She wasn’t looking at the judges, or the audience, or anyone around her; she was completely absorbed in her movements. Truthfully, it wasn’t the most excellent, most perfect dance she’d ever done, but at least… she put her whole heart into it. That was what mattered.<br> <br> When it was finally over, she glanced over at the judges, unable to read their faces. She bowed quickly, although she must have been quite a sight. From spinning, twirling, and rolling on the ground, her hair was a thorough mess. “Um… thank you.” She murmured before shuffling backstage.</div> </center> </td></tr></table> [/dohtml] |
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| Jovia | Jul 14 2010, 08:38 PM Post #38 |
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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>[align=right] --------------------------------------------------------<br>[/align] <br><br> [align=left]Time for Hana to get ready for the talent portion. Though now she kind of regretted just putting regular clothes on and now she had to hurry to get into the simple dress of hers. It was a simple sheath dress that went down to her thigh that was pure black, a little black dress that is all. With black sandals and her silver strange choker and silver bracelets on her. She was barely able to touch up her make up before she heard it was her turn to go out on stage. Thankfully as she went she slipped the music sheet to the band to play for her the music she would be singing to. Once on the state though She held stood up and faced the judges and the audience. "I will be singing a song in my native tongue, If you wish to know what the words are in this language feel free to ask me later on." And with that she took a deep breath and started to softly sing.<BR><BR> Zankoku na tenshi no you ni<BR> shounen yo shinwa ni nare<BR><BR> aoi kaze ga ima<BR> mune no doa wo tataite mo<BR> watashi dake wo tada mitsumete<BR> hohoenderu anata<BR><BR> sotto fureru mono<BR> motomeru koto ni muchuu de<BR> unmei sae mada shiranai<BR> itaikena hitomi<BR><BR> dakedo itsuka kizuku deshou<BR> sono senaka ni wa<BR> haruka mirai mezasu tameno<BR> hanega ga arukoto<BR><BR> zankoku na tenshi no te-ze<BR> madobe kara yagate tobitatsu<BR> hotobashiru atsui patosu de<BR> omoide wo uragiru nara<BR> kono sora wo daite kagayaku<BR> shounen yo shinwa ni nare<BR><BR> zutto nemutteru<BR> watashi no ai no yurikago<BR> anata dake ga yume no shisha ni<BR> yobareru asa ga kuru<BR><BR> hosoi kubisuji wo<BR> tsukiakari ga utsushiteru<BR> sekaijuu no toki wo tomete<BR> tojikometai kedo<BR><BR> moshimo futari aeta koto ni<BR> imi ga aru nara<BR> watashi wa sou<BR> jiyuu wo shiru tame no baiburu<BR><BR> zankoku na tenshi no te-ze<BR> kanashimi ga soshite hajimaru<BR> dakishimeta inochi no katachi<BR> sono yume ni mezameta toki<BR> dare yori mo hikari wo hanatsu<BR> shounen yo shinwa ni nare<BR><BR> hito wa ai wo tsumugi nagara<BR> rekishi wo tsukuru<BR> megami nante narenai mama<BR> watashi wa ikiru<BR><BR> zankoku na tenshi no te-ze<BR> madobe kara yagate tobitatsu<BR> hotobashiru atsui patosu de<BR> omoide wo uragiru nara<BR> kono sora wo daite kagayaku<BR> shounen yo shinwa ni nare<br><BR> Hana had taken breaks to breathe throughout the song but now as the music died down she just kind of slumped and tried to regain her breathe before she glanced out at the crowd. She even had walked over the stage and used her arms to express more feeling into the song as well, but now her energy was spent on the song. She only gave a curtsy before she went back behind the stage to find her chair and slump on it, it had been awhile before she sang for so long as she started to rest.<BR><BR> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR> OOC: BTW here are the links to the lyrics, japanese and english version, and a youtube version to listen. Lyrics and Song [/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 18 2010, 08:06 PM Post #39 |
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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 darling judges and wonderful audience<br> costume // song [/align] <br><br> Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz! the lyrics echoed in Chris’s head, a whole season of practise had seen them ingrained into her head. Now she couldn’t think without the words of the Cell Block Tango popping up. At least I picked a good one, she thought, slipping on her dance shoes. In her mind she had breezed through the eveningwear and swimwear without a hitch. She was on a roll, there was no stopping her now. There wasn’t a thing in the world that could convince Miss Chris Heikki that she wasn’t the hottest thing to walk the earth. Maybe part of her knew this wasn’t true, but she pushed it aside. Wavering self-confidence wouldn’t do. She had to face this head on, with a convincing smile, of course. Chris couldn’t afford simpering in front of the mirror like a little girl, that wasn’t what won you these things.<br><br> A small smile curled her lips as she styled her hair back in what she supposed was the classic Chris look. Sleek, gravity-defying hair that curled back into the iconic swirl. It was probably what people looked for when they were trying to find her in a crowd, and frankly she didn’t blame them. When she was a kid some boys thought to tease her for her hair. That never lasted long, boys seemed to quit it after she had shoved their faces in the mud a few times.<br><br> Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz! She ran her hands up her legs, pulling the creases out of her fishnet tights. Chris had switched out of her dress ensemble in favour of a more comfortable jazz outfit. The tassled skirt, the gangster hat that lay upon her desk, the striped leotard. It was the perfect outfit, maybe something more provocative would have fit the original song, thinking back on the movie, but there could be kids in the audience for all she knew. The last thing she wanted was to traumatise some youths with some BDSM outfit. She laughed to herself, no, this would do fine. It was a classic Chicagoan dance outfit, a little razzle dazzle and it was perfect.<br><br> Okay, this would be a cinch. The other women were probably prettier than her, with figures to die for and faces so bubbly and innocent you couldn’t help but love them instantly. Chris didn’t have that, but she did know how to sing and dance. Really sing, with everything she had, and not look like the girl who just rehearsed in front of the mirror and called it done. Hadn’t she been in this very number back in her days as an actress? Sure, it had been a minor role, but who the hell cared? She’d performed this in front of a whole crowd of people, critics included. It was just like that, only some of these people wouldn’t know what musical theatre was if it bit them on the ass. Hopefully that wouldn’t get in their way of enjoying it. It was a good song, and it had personality. Lots of the girls would probably go for something classic or pop, the musical at least had some meaning to her.<br><br> Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz! It wasn’t just another song, it was the one that had helped her get discovered. Even if it didn’t exactly take her to the stars, she never became a big-name actress, it had gotten her half-way there, and that was enough for Chris to love it. Her ears perked, hearing Abraham calling out the name of the first girl. Freya Lyfield. She looked over her shoulder, wishing the girl luck. Her eyes fell upon what looked like a violin case, so she was going to be playing an instrument. Interesting. It didn’t really matter what everyone’s talent was, but Chris did want to avoid looking like a copycat. There was a certain rule to getting people to like you best, and it all depended on timing. When auditioning Chris tried to seat herself between two people who looked mediocre or even bad, so she looked even better in comparison. It worked to varying degrees of success, lest anyone forget the sudden rise of people like Susan Boyle. Unfortunately she couldn’t choose her place in the competition, which was steep enough as it was. None of the girls looked like they were playing around, even the ones who entered for fun.<br><br> Chris smiled. Maybe it was better that way, who didn’t thrive in competition? She leaned back in her seat, carefully balancing on two legs. From the stage she could hear the music of that Freya girl. She sounded good, but it didn’t sound like a violin. For a while Chris had considered playing the piano, when she realised that she could barely play it. Abraham was the musician, he provided the music, she the lyrics. The tango was better for impressing the judges, one of the first rules was picking what you were good at. Singing and dancing at the same time was pretty impressive, especially when you disguise how incredibly out of breath you are by the end. Chris liked to think that her background as an actress in musicals helped bring her to this moment without so much as a wink of stage fright.<br><br> The music stopped, and the next girl was called. It was that girl with the breasts, the one who had bizarrely requested that Chris win the competition. She couldn’t help but wonder if that wasn’t some sort of game, if she was trying to sabotage her. Then again, maybe she had just made a good impression? Chris liked to think that was it. A moment later she heard the girl’s voice, but she wasn’t singing. Chris strained her ears. Poetry? That was an odd choice, but it would probably be remembered if she played it right.<br><br> Three more contestants came and went, the one Chris had met at La Fee one night danced. It was... odd. Chris couldn’t remember her being that good a dancer, but when she sneaked off to see from backstage the teacher could really move it. Her throat went a little dry, but she shrugged it off. And then the next girl, she danced, too. ... Damn. Hopefully the next girl would juggle or something, so Chris didn’t just look like one of the crowd. A singer. Just great. She retreated into the dressing room, facing the mirror, staring at herself square in the eye. You can do this. She tried to think she had something the others didn’t have. Attitude, experience, a bust. They were nobodies.<br><br> Yeah, because people know who you are. Don’t they? a small voice in the back of her mind said. She never made it big as an actress, most of these girls probably had lived here longer than she had and had... friends or whatever you called them. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts she barely noticed the foreign singer walk back in, and it was only Abe’s voice that snapped her out of her brooding. “Chris Hekki!” he called. She shuddered. You can do this.<br><br> “Good luck!~” Abraham said, grinning brightly as she approached. “Not that you need it.”<br><br> “The other girls did well enough, I guess I will too,” she said, her voice the typical backstage whisper. Chris shrugged.<br><br> “You’ll do better. Because you’re you,” he said, unperturbed by any sudden dips in self-confidence. “Now go get them!” Abe smiled brightly, one that Chris gladly mirrored. He nudged her out on stage. The lighting was low, she could barely see. The music began. For a moment she just stood there, posed, her figure silhouetted against the backlight. Energy built up inside her, just like it had that day on stage. All this excitement, it had to go somewhere, and it might as well be the song. She didn’t even have to introduce herself, someone else did it for her. “And now, Chris Heikki in her rendition of ‘The Cellblock Tango.’” This was it.<br> “Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz!” the words poured from her mouth. For a moment she simply repeated them, no coherent meaning behind them, unless of course you had seen the musical. “Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz!” Faster and faster the words came, each time with more energy and hate, building the tension in her and hopefully in the judge panel. Until finally...<br><br> “He had it coming! He had it coming! He only had himself to blame. If you had been there, if you had seen it! I betcha you would have done the same!” she sang. There was no telling how fun it was singing like you were a murderess, a woman scorned. You had to channel every feeling of hurt and just turn it to anger, she thought of all the men that had wronged her and this song? It was how she got back at them. Her feet began to move with the lyrics proper in motion, quick and sharp, timed perfectly with the tempo. She had worked on this act for hours and it showed. Maybe her feet weren’t moving as quickly as Miss Montague’s, but she would be damned if they didn’t go well with the song.<br><br> This song was all about attitude. You had to believe you were these women, and then the audience would too. Maybe she would lose a point or two for not smiling as often, but if it was in the name of doing the song justice she would deal with it. “You know how people have these little habits that get you down?” she said, her sing-song voice moving to a more casual tone. “Like Bernie. Bernie like to chew gum. No, not chew. POP.” She practically spat that last line, remembering with an inward smile of all the bad habits that pissed her off. Popping gum was probably among them.<br><br> She continued monologuing, enunciating each word. No one would have a second doubt as to what she said. And now her favourite part. “So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots... into his head,” a small smile flickered over her lips as she said that line, the comedy of it all not escaping her. You couldn’t sing a song like this and not expect at least someone to laugh, the seriousness of it all was amusing in its own right. The music lifted, and Chris spun, imagining the man before her. This song was usually done not as a solo but as a group effort, she had to really work to have it done alone.<br><br> Each spin took a little more breath out of her, every turn lead her closer to exhaustion. She breathed, collecting her energy. This song was great for the pauses, the monologues. A perfect opportunity to collect herself. She took a breath before beginning another monologue. Getting into the heads of all these women, all undeniably insane, if hurt. It was probably the most fun Chris had had in a while, and it showed. The irony of her playing a bunch of criminals didn’t go over her head. What was her most well-known persona? Bonnie, of course. Not a murderer perhaps, but a criminal. And in Chicago, no less. The music took a sudden turn, becoming soft, with the familiar sounds of the Eastern European balalaika playing in the background.<br><Br> This was probably her favourite part. She didn’t know much Hungarian, but had learned what the words mean. Hopefully there weren’t any Hungarians in the audience, and if there were, hopefully they didn’t mind her speaking the language with a distinct Russian accent. “ Mit keresek, én itt? Azt mondják, hogy a híres lakem lefogta a férjemet én meg lecsaptam a fejét.” she said, her words now quieter, with less of the anger that had fuelled her other monologues. The lighting overhead became whiter. Chris moved with a soft grace, mirroring the ballerinas she had worshiped so in her youth. “De nem igaz, én ártatla vagyok.” Finally, the monologue came to an end. “Not... guilty!” she shouted. The original chorus returned, albeit softer. It was here the rose made its return, white and innocent amongst the reddish lighting. The balalaika petered out, and with its disappearnce came the hate and tension of the original chorus.<br><br> By this point she was ready to simply faint, but she tried to keep that a secret. Pacing and breathing, she could make it. There was time for fainting later. She leaped, legs going high into the air before she fell into a forward roll. “They had it coming! They had it coming! They had it coming all along!” her moves became something of a tango, even though she was alone. “They picked a flower, and then they used it! How could you tell me that I was wrong? The part of this song that reflected her, all the people who learned who she was and hated her for it. Maybe she was directing some of that into the words, it was hard to tell.<br><br> At last it was coming to an end, the music wound down until only her voice was heard. “Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz!” She jumped, landing on the ground with only leg tucked beneath her. And the lights cut, coming back on not a few seconds later with her standing on the stage, beaming. “Thank you, everyone!” she said into the microphone, waving to the judges. “That was ‘Cell Block Tango’ from Chicago!” Chris kept her breath inside her, trying not to sound too breathless, but it was a long number. She bowed, still smiling as she vanished backstage.<br><br> Chris sank into her seat backstage, completely out of breath. She was grinning from ear to ear, whispering the words to herself still. “Pop. Six. Squish. Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz.” she whispered. They had it coming. </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i42.tinypic.com/25s1ymx.png" height="41"> </td> </tr> </table> </div> [/doHTML] |
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| tearsandroses | Jul 18 2010, 08:47 PM Post #40 |
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Tag: The Audience Swimwear%%Evening This was all so dumb. She didn't feel like doing this. But she didn't want her sister to do this alone so she sucked it up. Besides she was never one to get nervous. She actually felt pretty confident about this. She was bored of this, what was there that happened? One girl after another walked on and off a stage in a swimsuit and some fancy shmancy dress. Nikki decided she'd at least try. So with that she slipped on her rather sporty tankini. It was simple yes, but she thought it suited her. Plus simple makes an impact. It really complimented the muscle in both her stomach and her arms, and even her legs. So she walked onto the stage confidently, her head held high. She didn't look arrogant, or overconfident, just like she wasn't nervous, or trying too hard. Very natural. When she got to the end of the stage she put her arms behind her head and striked a very confident pose, with a big smile to top it off. Walking back she looked pretty brave, and once off the stage she quickly slipped into another simple choice. A blue evening gown. Her tastes were always rather simple. She liked simple stuff. Even her hair was simple. With the exception of a purple lilac in her hair. Sighing she strolled onto the stage, in sexy black heels, and walekd down, slightly less confident, and more annoyed for being in a dress. At the end she smiled and walked back down after waving to the judges. Once off the stage she smiled, pleased with herself. Well....that wasn't so bad! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alright, now the moment she was prepared for. As Nikki slipped into her robes she took the sword out of it's case. She had just mastered this last year, and it took FOREVER! She figured it'd come in handy eventually. She watched all the other contestants. One violin, another did poetry, two danced, and two more sang. Yikes, looks like her sister wasn't the only one with a pair of pipes. Sighing she tightened her robes a bit more as she walked out on the stage. She figured she should explain what she was going to be doing. "So I'll be doing a Shaolin Damo Sword Demonstration I hope you all enjoy it." she said. And with that she began moving, the sword's movements being very precise. She focused all her attention on her feet and the sword. Focus...focus....focus.... she kept telling herself, hoping she didn't let the sword slip from her hands and let it fly out and slice someone's head off. She continued moving, her face extremely serious. Once she was finished, she bowed and walked off the stage. |
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| Nochii | Jul 20 2010, 08:02 PM Post #41 |
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| tu fui ego eris |
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[dohtml] [align=center] <table align=center width="335" cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 border=0> <tr> <td background="http://img823.imageshack.us/img823/9910/val2.png" height=41> </td> </tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="f3e4ed"> <font color=e0bcd2 size=1> <div align=right> <font face=georgia size=4> saturday, spring 21st08<br> </font> ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽<br> excited, 7:00pm[/align] <br><br> Christabella was nervous at first, but she took a deep breath and smiled, clasping her hands together. For the talent part, she would sing. She was going to sing “Simple and Clean” by her Utada Hikaru, but she changed her mind. She was now going to sing, “Come Back to Me”. In her opinion, she was wearing too much pink, so she decided to wear her little black dress. She hadn’t worn this since prom, but she was surprised that it still fitted her. Her hair was down; her usual style. <BR><BR> She revised the lyrics one last time before she came onto the stage. <BR><BR> “Christabella Chambers, you’re up next!” The announcer called. You can do this Chris. You revised all of the lyrics. Now get out there and make them happy! She got up from the chair she was sitting on slowly ventured out into the stage. She took the microphone from the stand and smiled at the audience and the judges. “I will be singing a song called “Come Back to Me” by one of my favorite foreign artists, Utada Hikaru. Please enjoy this song.” As the music began playing, Christabella began to sing in her most beautiful voice. <BR><BR> The rain falls on my windows<br> And a coldness runs through my soul<br> And the rain falls, oh the rain falls<br> I don't want to be alone <br><br> I wish that I could photoshop all our bad memories<br> Because the flashbacks, oh the flashbacks<br> Won't leave me alone <br><br> If you come back to me<br> I'll be all that you need<br> Baby, come back to me<br> Let me make up for what happened in the past<br><br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> I'll be everything you need (come back) <br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> Boy, you're one in a million (come back) <br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> I'll be everything you need (come back) <br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> You're one in a million (one in a million) <br><br> Lower east side of Manhattan<br> She goes shopping for new clothes<br> And she buys this<br> And she buys that<br> Just leave her alone<br><br> I wish that he would listen to her side of the story<br> It isn't that bad<br> It isn't that bad<br> And she's wiser for it now<br><br> I admit I cheated<br> Don't know why I did it<br> But I do regret it<br> Nothing I can do or say can change the past<br><br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> I'll be everything you need (come back) <br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> Boy, you're one in a million (come back) <br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> I'll be everything you need (come back) <br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> You're one in a million (one in a million) <br><br> Everything I ever did<br> Heaven knows I'm sorry babe<br> I was too dumb to see<br> You were always there for me<br> And my curiosity got the better of me<br> Baby take it easy on me<br><br> Anything from A to Z<br> Call me what you wanna but<br> I open my heart to be<br> You are my priority<br> Can't you see you punished me<br> More than enough already <br> Baby take it easy on me<br><br> Baby, take it easy on me<br><br> Baby come back to me<br> Baby come back to me<br><br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> I'll be everything you need (come back) <br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> Boy, you're one in a million (come back) <br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> I'll be everything you need (come back) <br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> You're one in a million (one in a million) <br><br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> I'll be everything you need (come back) <br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> Boy, you're one in a million (come back) <br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> I'll be everything you need (come back) <br> Baby come back to me (come back) <br> You're one in a million (one in a million) <br><br> Na na na na, na na na na, na na na na na na, na na na... <br><br> After she was finished, she smiled once more and gave a little bow. “Thank you.” She said, and left the stage. She squealed a bit in excitement and was relieved that the whole thing was finally over. <br><br> Video: [x] <br><br> </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/7973/val1.png" height="344"> </td> </tr> </table> </div> [/doHTML] |
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| Indigo | Jul 22 2010, 08:14 PM Post #42 |
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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]TALENT <br>tag ;; JOLLY JUDGES & ATTENTIVE AUDIENCE <br>[ outfit | music | routine reference (0:24 - 5:04 only) ] <br>[please excuse the bad anatomy, no shading, and ignore the hair's impossibility OTL][/align] <br>This was what she had been waiting for. <br><br> Zephyr practially exploded back into her change room. She stripped herself of her gown, folding it quickly before she tossed it onto the small bench next to her other dress from earlier. Sitting in her undergarments again, the young woman pulled her make-up kit back out and sat down at the desk for the last time tonight. However, instead of putting some on she began to remove some, namely her eyeshadow. The rest was pretty much fine - however she wanted a slightly different colour for the next segment of the competition. So, once the skin above her eyes was back to its natural colour, the woman reached into her kit again and pulled out her pallette. This time, she picked a shade of glittery mauve to apply over her eyes. It was just enough to make her eyes pop a bit, though she kept it at a minimum, keeping her eyes themselves the main focus. She was especially intent on this, because she had purchased a pair of coloured contact lenses just for the occasion. Fishing around in her kit, she soon found the tiny case and set it down. Unscrewing the lid on the right side, she opened it and gingerly placed the purple lens on her fingertip. Biting her lower lip, she leaned forward so that she was closer to the mirror. With her left hand she pulled her top eyelid up while the middle finger of her right hand pinned down the bottom. Quickly she placed the single lens in, blinking a few times so that it settled in. <br><br> Sitting back, she stared at her new, pseudo-heterochromatic eyes. And then Zephyr laughed. It looked a bit odd, even now. She had seen herself like this before - she had to practice putting the contact in, after all - but she still couldn't get used to it. Actually, now that it was D-Day - so to speak - she found herself wondering... why did she have this? It didn't serve any purpose besides satisfying her own amusement... But! But, now was no time to dawdle. How many times have I told myself that today? she wondered, laughing quietly to herself. Then, once focused again, she did a small touch-up to her eyeliner and mascara before shedding the jewellery from her eyes and from around her neck. Whistling casually, the girl reached for the pink case they originally came in and dropped them back onto the fluffy white cushion inside. She closed it a moment later, covering the small pool of gold and silver before tossing it onto the pile on the bench as well. "All right!" Zephyr stood up. Her final outfit sat at the top of the pile in her suitcase. Happily, she took it in her hands and pulled the pieces on. <br><Br> This was one of her more simple, 'classic' outfits, she supposed. She had chosen an easy one to put on, unlike a few other and more elaborate ones she had stowed away at home. First she pulled on her white blouse, making sure the lavender cuffs were rolled up slightly. Once that was on she threw her dark purple vest on, tucking each gold button in carefully before smoothing it down over herself. It was a bit snug, but flattering her figure a bit was never bad, was it? Zephyr studied herself carefully in the mirror as she continued to dress herself, moving onto popping the collar of her blouse over her vest. So far, so good. Reaching over, she took her plain, navy blue skirt in her hand and slipped into it, zipping it up at the back. Though... now that she was here, she was beginning to wonder if she should've picked something that fell a bit closer to her knees... But, once more, she reminded herself that there was nothing to be done now, and continued on. Sitting down now, she took out a pair of white, knee-high socks. Bunching them up, she inserted her foot into the material before pulling them up over her slender, dancer's legs. Help me out today, guys, she thought, as she repeated the process with the remaining sock. <br><br> She had originally considered solely dancing for this portion, but then she thought... why? I've been dancing all my damn life, she thought, as she moved onto putting on her tall black leather boots. Maybe she was good at it, and maybe it was her strength, but... she had an opportunity to do something different. So why waste it? Zephyr zipped up her second boot before standing up once more. Humming cheerfully to herself, she stood in front of the mirror and grabbed a hairtie that had fallen out of her make-up kit. She raked her hair into a ponytail, her locks still curly from the last segment. This worked all right though, as it fell in neat, curling waves from high upon her head. She kept two longer strands down so that they framed her face, though mostly because she simply was too unconcerned to do much more. With that accomplished, Zephyr moved over to her case and fished around momentarily. Shortly, she pulled out a variety of things. Straightening up, she placed them on the table and picked up the first of the five - a hair ornament. It was a clip, though it appeared to be an orange bow at first. In between the brightly coloured ribbon there was a shining yellow orb, a large bead of some kind. What was most eye-catching about it, though, were the thin, shining strips of metal that jutted out from the clip, like the rays of the sun. Each was a different size, and the dimensions of each strip varied slightly. It was a bit of an odd hairpiece, especially in contrast to her dark attire, but she enjoyed it. And really, that was more than enough for her. <br><br> After making sure she had secured the ornament, she pulled on a pair of white gloves and set a dark blue silk hat upon her head, tilting it so it was just slightly crooked on her head. Zephyr then grabbed a purple cape and slung it over her shoulders, smiling to herself. Aha! Almost - the final thing she was to grab was a short, thick black baton with white ends which she tucked into her cape before turning to the mirror. Spinning around once, Zephyr checked herself to make sure everything was in order. Only a short moment later, she deemed herself satisfied and then reached into the rest of her case, making the final - and very, very secret! - preparations for her routine. <br><br> Oh, magic. Her dear but horribly forgotten love. Zephyr's mind shifted into the near past as her body continued its movements, gathering props she had dropped off the previous day as if her hands and legs had minds of their own. This... was one of her outlets. Illusions, sleight of hand, tricks - the world of magic had seduced her in a heartbeat with its glitter and mystery. How could she ever have forgotten it? As the woman continued getting ready, and as she continued her reminiscence, the excitement on her face seemed to fade. Fortune telling, magic - they were sometimes seen as 'fake' things, weren't they? It was funny, then, how they had become two of the few things in which she could be real. Because of that, both were deeply important to her. Although she hadn't quite forgotten the former, to realize that she had let the latter fall behind was... well, it was saddening. I'm sorry, she thought, touching her silk hat almost apologetically, as if expressing her regret to a forgotten friend. <br><br> "Zephyr Estan, make sure you're ready!" The helper from earlier called out to her, causing her to jump out of her thoughts. Looking over at the girl she nodded, a smile jumping back to her face. "All right! Thank you!" she called out, before turning to her props. She couldn't do anything overly elaborate - no boxes to cut people up in, or animals to make magically appear. So instead she had to gather many smaller things. The largest would be a small black table with a board on top, and there was also a small thin stand with a black plate stuck on it, like the candy on a lollipop. The girl - her designated assistant, it appeared - would be bringing those on stage for her. So she gathered them and stood by backstage, the festival assistant standing by to move them on. They weren't really heavy, though she did feel a bit guilty that she couldn't think of a slightly simpler routine. <br><br> Speaking of, she had to admit - it wasn't an original. It had been a long time since she thought of her own, so she had decided to search one up from the depths of her memory and perform that one instead. The one she chose was something she learned from a magician herself a while back, a Japanese woman called Kyoko. After the pulls of a few strings, she had obtained the secrets of this routine alone, and studied it under her for a short time. Come to think of it... what was it for, again? A vacation present? A birthday gift? She couldn't quite remember. But, Zephyr had to admit that was the nice thing about coming from an affluent family - her father's fortunes made her fortunate enough to have such chances. <br><br> Although she really had many problems with her family life, and how she was raised... she also had many, many things for which she was grateful to them. Her brief apprenticeship under the magician was one of them, of course. But, Zephyr was even more thankful for her mother. After all, if not for her she would never had discovered her two unexpected salvations. Upon thinking back on the day, she had to admit - they really were random, weren't they? The young woman smiled to herself, feeling her heart relax a bit more as her mind shifted back into the here and now. As the reminiscences dissolved from her mind, Zephyr's excitement came flooding back into her. Right! I'm about to do magic again in front of a crowd! Her face lit up like a lamp. How long had it been?! She couldn't even remember any more! <br><br> Bouncing excitedly in her spot, she looked up on stage. At this point, a few people had gone already - in the background she had heard the playing of a viola (possibly? She hadn't been paying enough attention), the solemn reading of a poem, and the quick and clacking beat of what her gut told her was dance music. The girl named Drew was up and, from her awkward spot, Zephyr could see her dancing as well. As she watched the brunette nodded slowly, her eyes carefully studying the blonde girl's movements as she twirled before the audience. In her opinion, she was pretty good. Although, it had been hard to see the whole thing from where she stood with her props and the helper, who was silently watching nearby... in any case, she smiled at Drew as she came backstage, apparently... a bit frazzled from her performance? The woman wondered briefly why she didn't seem more proud of herself. It had been good, after all. But, she chose not to linger on the thought as the next contestant - Hana Fuyuki - came upon the stage. <br><br> The song she sang sent a shiver up her spine while it broadened the smile on her face. What an interesting song! She made a note to listen to more Japanese music. How wonderfully fresh! Zephyr clapped once it was finished, curious as to how many other girls would be singing. That and dancing seemed like popular choices, though she supposed that she would just have to see. I wonder if anyone will act? she thought curiously as her eyes fell on the woman named Chris, provocatively dressed and next up in line. She watched as she was urged onstage by a man, and her eyes lingered on her for every moment of her her triple-threat performance. Speak of the devil - singing, dancing, and acting? This is great, she thought, Zephyr shifting up in line as she watched Chris, entranced. And this just got a whole lot more fun. The brunette laughed quietly to herself, her blue eyes alight with both amazement and amusement. It would be hard to compete with such a passionate performance, especially in such a different way. I wonder, I wonder, she thought gleefully to herself, delighted by the new challenge. <br><br> The challenge only got twisted itself further into complication as the next girl showed off her talent, a Shaolin sword demonstration. "Hee hee hee!" Zephyr giggled quietly to herself, now practically overflowing with giddiness. All this competition, all these unique things to see, it brought such a rush. This really was as much fun as she had been anticipating. The woman, her smile glued to her face came up to the front of the line as Nikki moved of and Christabella went on. So, she was next. Soon, the girl onstage began singing, her song mellow and beautiful - just the thing she needed to settle her excitement enough to gather her own wits together. Right, now is the time to concentrate. Zephyr closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, her heart sending hot tingles of anxious anticipation rippling through her body. <br><br> Opening her eyes again, she controlled her features and turned to the helper. The smile on her face was gracious, controlled, but still bright. "Thank you very much for your help - do you remember where to place them?" The girl nodded simply, giving her a thumbs up. "Thank you so much again, you really helped me this entire day." Zephyr's grin broadened, glowing further with the warmth of gratitude - a smile she had perfected and practiced over the years. Then, shortly after, Christabella's song finished and the girl moved backstage. Her name was then announced: "Next up, we have Zephyr Estan!" <br><br> And then, just like that, the stage was hers. <br><br> The lights cut again, giving Zephyr and her assistant a brief moment to set everything up. Once it was finished she stood at her place towards the left of the stage, all of her props set and ready. The lights then came on, revealing the young woman, as the music simultaneously boomed out. And then, she jumped straight into it. <br><br> Zephyr began with a magazine, expressing a playful and dramatic puzzlement as it rang every time she opened it. Closing it, she walked off to the middle of the stage and held the magazine so that the cover faced the audience. She opened it slowly, the ringing buzzing out once more as she opened it all the way. Frowning slightly, she brought it up to her ear, then lowered it, shaking her head slightly. Tilting it to the side like a cereal box, she jerked the magazine downwards. A large clock with only two hands seemed to fall out of it, which she swiftly caught in her right hand. With a knowing look she held it up almost triumphantly, with a smile to match. Whew, she thought, secretly relieved behind her grin. That was the first hurdle, the first tricky part. Many things had gone wrong during her many practices - if she had 10G for every time the clock dropped, she would've had quite some extra pocket money. <br><br> Placing the clock down on the ground, she took off her hat. She appeared to place the magazine inside of it, and shortly after she held it in front of her in both hands, open-side down. Zephyr held it there briefly to show that no magazine fell out, before turning it so that the audience could see inside. Still smiling, she held it to the side and flicked her fingers, spinning the hat around. Swiftly, she caught it before it fell to the floor and set it down, with the magazine poking out of the top. <br><br> Hurdle number two clear! Zephyr, with the rest of her act set up now, took the clock in her hand again and spun it around a few times. She placed her hand over the middle and produced a thin second hand out of seemingly nothing, spinning it partially around the clock's face. When she moved her hand away however, she turned the hand to the side, revealing that it was in fact a comb. With a playful wink she knocked the clock with it before setting down the large object on the dresser nearby. With this done, now there was mostly simple things left. <br><br> Zephyr continued into the next part of her routine, both producing and vanishing various items in and out of what seemed to be thin air. With each new one, she played with it slightly in different ways - she ran the comb through her bangs, admired herself in the hand-mirror and waved the silk cloth about skillfully. All the while, she remembered the original performance she saw and worked to translate as much of Kyoko's mischevious energy and playfulness into every dancing step, every expression and every gesture of her arm. Of course, the vivacious jazz that played in the background made this particularly easy. Her body itself seemed like it wanted to just move with it, and she let it. Her clothes and cape moved with her, fluttering and swirling around her figure as she performed. <br><br> The woman continued on, playing with hair curlers in the next part. They appeared, and moved between her hair and her fingers, one staying in her bangs as her finger secured the other. The comb then disappeared at one point before reappearing on the other side of her head. It stayed there, wedged in her hair, as more curlers - neon green and very eye catching - appeared on her fingers, three on one hand. They disappeared again though, as she had her arms folded over her chest. But at the next moment they doubled, three on each hand this time. <br><br> Here, she relaxed a bit. Moving her hands about, her slender fingers spread, she moved hypnotically, dancing a little bit until she was over to the dresser. Once there she deposited them into it and placed the comb on the board - with flair, no less. In this, every movement she made had to be filled with character and style. Nothing could be plain, otherwise it would be completely and totally out of place. Zephyr's mind was intensely focused on his and maintaining the playful character she had adopted, on top of performing her tricks correctly, of course. There had to be a balance between skill and showiness here, otherwise it would be a flop. <br><br> It was a bit difficult to detect this, though, as the smile never left her face and the spring never left her step. In fact, these things only seem to increase as she danced back to the center of the stage, approaching hurdle number three. The girl removed the curler from her bangs, eyes widening briefly while her mouth formed an 'O', as if to say, "oh, I almost forgot!" Once she removed it, she put it on her finger and, through a few movements, held it towards the audience. The smile briefly flashed into a smirk before she blew on the curler, which promptly disappeared in a small flash of red. Not a moment later she brought her other hand out from where it had been behind her back, bearing four neon-coloured combs again. Hurdle three crossed, she thought as she transitioned into the next part, a very brief one. With a few more skillful steps and sways of her arm, Zephyr produced four more combs of the same colours in her other hand, and she also clutched another in her mouth. <br><br> This part was probably the easiest. A little bit more dancing, a few more mischevious smiles and raised of her eyebrows later, and half of the combs were deposited in the drawer. As she moved to put the rest in, two more popped up in her other hand, as if they had been there all along. With three combs remaining in sight, she placed two of them on the board, holding one in her left hand. Zephyr then took a barette in her right hand and danced to the center of the stage, twirling into a simple pose. She flashed it to the audience, its shining metal surface glinting in the light. Then, facing sideways, she held out the barette as her left hand moved through her hair, as if clipping something in. A moment later the hairpiece appeared in her hair, gleaming brightly as she opened her right hand, revealing its emptiness. <br><br> Now for the last hurdle! Smiling at the audience, she faced forward and moved the comb into her other hand. Casually she seemed to toss it to the side, but instead of falling straight onto the floor it made a swift revolution around her. Zephyr caught it, faking a stumble as though she just barely did so before it revolved around her again. When she did she breathed a mental sigh, so thankful that went well. The relief flashed only briefly across her face before she walked off to the side, throwing the comb up in the air before catching it as the same silk cloth from earlier. Now, it's smooth sailing, she thought to herself, twirling into centerstage again on light steps. She waved the cloth about, its bright orange material dancing about before she pulled a hairdryer out from behind her back. <br><br> After a bit of pretend hairdrying, she melted into a bit of a dance, her stepping and spinning briskly to the music. In the middle of it though she pulled out a pair of scissors and continued her dance, showcasing some of her other talent on stage for a moment as she came towards the end of her performance. As Zephyr moved towards the other side of the stage, her dance ended and she moved over to the thin stand. On the way there she mimed the motion of opening the door before stepping through it. Once by the stand she waved the cloth over the seemingly blank plate, revealing the words 'OPEN' in white letters. After polishing off the front of the plate with the cloth, she waved it in an arc in front of her, sending a rain of colourful confetti to her feet as the music came to its conclusion. <br><br> Once the resonation of the final note finally died she beamed, a rush of happiness suddenly pouring out of her. Zephyr gave a bow, her joy unchanged as she straightened up. "Thank you everyone!" she called out before the stage went dark. Quickly, the young woman gathered up her things, various helpers assisting now to get the stage ready for the next contestant. <br><br> As the brunette walked off the stage, her face gleaming with sweat and overwhelming elation, she began to laugh. Zephyr laughed, and laughed and laughed some more, unable to control herself. It just felt so good. <br><br> I'm a kid again! </td></tr> </table> <center> </center></div> </font> [/doHTML] |
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