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Summer King Competition; over - congratulations to all winners!
Topic Started: Aug 21 2010, 03:05 PM (1,031 Views)
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<br>Summer 21st, 08 || 3:00 PM onwards
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<br>Summer is slowly rolling towards its close, but the festivities in Obsidian are certainly not finished for the season! The 21st day has arrived, and so has the Summer King Competition! At the end of the day, one man out of the many contestants will come out the winner, as chosen by three lovely judges picked from last season’s Beauty Queen Competition.
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Today, the state of Chrysocolla Estate is very similar to how it was a season ago. The stage has made its return to the gardens. It sits in front of the house itself, with the catwalk extending out before it. Chairs have been laid out in rows to either side of it, for any spectators who wish to sit and watch the competition from up close. As before, a large table has been set up at the end of the catwalk. A red tablecloth covers it, and a small variety of snacks and drinks neatly lined up at its edge. Three cushioned chairs are set up on the other side that faces the stage, with small, white cards sitting on the table before them. The names of the judges are written on them in fine, flowing calligraphy, reserving the seats for the honoured judges. As before, they are able to arrive a bit later, as to avoid any pre-show prejudices or other such things. The women that will be seen filling these chairs are, as mentioned, contestants from last season’s beauty pageant. In the middle seat, there is the Spring Queen herself, Christmas Heikki; on one side there is Madison LaRosa, the lone poet in her competition; and on the other will sit Drew Taylor, who demonstrated her graceful dancing in the spring. One can expect the judges to possibly be huddled about, discussion contestants, watching silently, or perhaps even making a comment out loud to them.
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The rest of the set-up is almost identical to before. Close to the chairs for the crowd, a variety of drinks and snacks have been set up for the public to enjoy. The competition is expected to last for a while, so the Mayor has his dedicated staff devoted to keeping the food and refreshments constantly topped up. There is a distinct summer flavour in the dishes this season, with perfectly ripe fruits and colourful summer crops mixed into each hors d’oeuvre and pastry. Fresh fruit juices and punches made from them are also provided. Such is a prime example of why living in such a rich farming community is so great! Spectators are encouraged to help themselves and also to cheer the contestants on. However, again, all booing and other negativity will kick the Estate security into action in a heartbeat.
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The backstage area is not much different from last time, either. While there is significantly less makeup floating about, there is still almost anything and everything the competitors could need. Showers, changing rooms, mirrors, and a variety of props and resources for the talent portion have been arranged in the space between the stage and the Estate itself. Some kind of organized chaos seems to be going about, as various assistants and technicians rush about to set up and help the contestants with whatever they need. It seems they know what they are doing and where they are going, despite the apparent franticness buzzing about. Contestants are welcome to pull one over anyone they can find if they need help, and simply ask for whatever they need. Since the last competition, the show squadron seems to have stocked up on even more things, so it is very likely that almost any need imaginable could be met. Though, they are far from perfect so, thus, one must keep in mind that they cannot guarantee a perfect match or result every time.
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One thing that is different, though, is actually the first thing one will see upon arriving at the Estate. It is a simple track about 200 metres (roughly 219 yards) around. This is for the optional bonus round that contestants can choose to participate in. The men can choose to display their agility on this track, or they can demonstrate their strength on stage with weights - 15 lbs, 50 lbs and 100 lbs are the ones available. A third option is also to show off their wit and intelligence by answering 3 riddles specifically given to them. For those interested in taking part in the bonus round – which could obviously sway the judges’ opinion more in favour of a contestant – they simply have to let the Mayor know before it starts.
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The man in question can be found on stage for almost the whole time, dressed in a snazzy tux and with a microphone in hand. The jolly Mayor is the host again – his wife is backstage helping again, and definitely not scoping out the lovely young men - and can often be seen greeting people before he needs to start directing the flow of the competition.
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Schedule: Here are the rounds, and when they will start (roughly):
  • 1) Arrival – August 21st
    <br>2) Interview – August 27th
    <br>3) Swimwear – August 27th
    <br>4) Free-for-all Fashion Display – September 3rd
    <br>5) Talent – September 10th
    <br>6) Bonus – September 17th
    <br>7) Judging – September 28th and Results - September 30th
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Outfit: Black t-shirts, blue jeans, black tennis shoes, and black jackets.<br>
Mood: Patrick: Embarrassed. || Ronan: Excited.<br>
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"Ye know this is possibly the most embarrassin' thing ye've ever done in yer life, right?"<br>
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Ronan grinned at his brother, smacking his hand on the slightly older twin's back. "Oy, don't be such a wet blanket, ye b*****d!" He laughed happily, tossing his suit further up onto his shoulder to keep it from falling. This was so exciting! How could Patrick be so pouty about it? Sure, it might be a wee bit undignified, but he was pretty sure that both he and his twin made it a goal to be so undignified like this. He guessed that Patrick drew the line in sashaying down the long catwalk that was coming into view. When it came right down to it, he supposed he wasn't surprised. Out of their two bodies, Patrick certainly came out the worst from their past. He had a lovely scar on his back, thick and wide, where a bullet had caught him, and Ronan was pretty certain that he wasn't too eager to show that off to just anyone. Ronan, however, had a few scars here and there, mostly from a knife fight or two, but nothing too terribly noticeable. If anything, his tattoos would take most of the attention, he prayed.<br>
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Patrick, meanwhile, was rolling his eyes and grumbling inside. This was ridiculous. Absolutely everything about this day was absolutely ridiculous. He could just see those judges, eyeing up his brother like a piece of meat. Urgh. They deserved to be shot or something. He ran a hand through his dirty blond hair, shaking his head a bit with a huffed out sigh. His other arm carried a few supplies that he'd take back stage, charged with informing a stage hand how certain things needed to be set up and, if he stared blankly at him, possibly smack a little sense into him. Ronan's talent had to be pulled off just so, after all. He glared at his brother again, wondering why he was choosing to put the audience in such danger as it was. Then again, Patrick had always been the thinker of the two. Ronan was just along for the ride.<br>
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"Oy, dearthair, look a' this!" Ronan laughed loudly again as he shoved his way into the tents sent up for preparation in the back. "We got us some pretty little mirrors!"<br>
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Patrick snorted in a vague amount of amusement as he slipped in behind Ronan, following him to a specific mirror and dropping all of the supplies in the chair before Ronan could sit. "Aye, so ye can put on all yer pretty little frilly makeup." Patrick seized a hairbrush, very deliberately drawing it through the shorter twin's hair as he lifted his voice a few octaves. "Tell me, lass, what color bow would ye like in yer pretty little hair today?"<br>
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Ronan laughed and elbowed Patrick, the two moving in a sudden dance of offense and defense as Ronan attempted to maneuver his twin's arm under his own. Soon the hairbrush was Ronan's, and he smacked Patrick on the chest with it before he placed it back on the table in front of him. "Ye're a right b*****d, ye know that?"<br>
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Leaning over to check himself out in the mirror, smoothing his hands through his spiky hair again, Patrick smirked knowingly. "Runs in the family."<br>
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"Oy, ye get outta here before someone catches ye, ye son o' a b***h!" Ronan very deftly hipchecked Patrick away from the mirror, lifting his brow at his brother with a matching smirk. "Go do yer duty, aye?" And as Patrick slipped away, Ronan smoothed down the jacket he wore over his shirt. While their guns were left home for the day, it was still a very strong, lasting habit to wear something covering his hips. It worked. Why change it?<br>
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Patrick, meanwhile, seized a stage hand with a firm grip around the bicep, even as the kid's legs motored for a moment more trying to get to their destination. "Lad," Patrick said softly, near the kid's ear as if the other contestants would try to steal Ronan's secrets or talent. "I need ye ta do somethin' fer me..."


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Well, wasn't this just dandy? Wes smoothed a bit more aftershave onto his cheeks, hips grooving happily to a rocking tune in his head. He'd been waiting for this day for weeks, man! This was finally the day he could strut down the catwalk and make an absolute fool of himself while looking dastardly handsome doing it. He turned this way and that in the mirror, flexing his wiry, toned arms and winking at the glass, even blowing a little kiss. Ahaha, this was going to be so much fun! He smirked and gathered a bit of hair gel on his fingers before he slid them through his shaggy hair, spiking it up every which way. A little extra went down the ponytail hanging nearly down to his bum at this point. God, that needs a trim. Whatever. Another day. With everything in place, Wes threw on a white button-down long-sleeved shirt and a pair of form-fitting blue jeans, with his black boots on his feet. With everything he needed already shoved into a bag, minus the electric bass that hung over his shoulder in its own case, Wes turned and headed out of his house on Sunstone Beachway, heading for the mayor's estate.<br>
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He was going to kick freaking tail today, and he knew it. Who else could possibly win something like this? Wes was all man, all six feet even of him, and he had the charm to boot! Ha! This was freaking in the bag. He gave a few winks to the girls that he passed on the street, though there was no sexual conquest in his mind today. Sure, it'd probably help him get a heck of a lot of numbers if he won, but...eh. Wasn't like he needed the help anyway, especially when he had Miss Amelia as a back-up.<br>
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"Morning, ladies~!" he called out cheerfully to the few already gathering in the chairs in front of the estate as he headed back toward the tents, whistling happily. All right. First things first, he had to claim a station for himself. Gotta keep an eye on all his stuff somehow, right? Gotta grab a stagehand. Gotta make sure he wasn't sweating the heck through his shirt or whatever. He tossed his bag into a chair in front of a mirror and carefully deposited his bass next to it. God, if anything hurt his baby today, he'd freaking kill them. Wouldn't even wait a second before he impaled them on a rhino's horn or something. There were some of those around here, right? He glanced around but only saw a few contestants and about fifty thousand stage hands whirling around here and there, all of them somehow just barely avoiding collision with each other. Fascinating, really.<br>
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"Oh, dude! Dude, c'mere!" He managed to snag a stage hand running past him by grabbing the back of his shirt to get his attention. Wes grinned winningly at the younger man, jerking his head toward the bass in its case. "Get an electric amp set up for that baby, all right? I'll need it for the talent round."<br>
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"You got it, sir!" the kid replied before running off. Wes only hoped they had a decent one here. He'd brought a relatively nice one over to the island with him, but everything here was so...behind. Whatever. It'd do. The sound quality didn't matter too much as long as they could hear something. Wes scurried over to his chair again and leaned against the table in front of the mirror, turning his head this way and that to be sure he'd shaved evenly that morning. Wouldn't do for the lovely lady judges to get an eyeful of one nasty line of stubble down his jawbone or something, would it?

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What has he gotten himself into? What was the point of this again? That's what Wes wondered to himself as he walked onto the Estate. He surveyed the area as he made his way backstage, making sure his guitar case didn't bump into anything. Was there a pass on the talent portion? He'd never played before a large audience before. What about the swimsuit? He managed to dig up some swim shorts from the depths of his bag. Thank Goddess they still fit. But being up there...with just his shorts on...he felt naked just thinking about it! Maybe he'll get out first round. Yeah...hopefully.

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Round1 Arrival 3:20 PM
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Okay, he's here and ready to go. Now what? Leon was bored! He got there an hour earlier so he could explore this part of the estate. He did, and was now bored. Guys were still showing up, but the actual competition had yet to start. Might as well get ready. Just for practice. He ran over all the things he was going to say, inspected his swim shorts for any holes, and made sure he remembered to wear deodorant. Sure did! But Leon brought the stick anyway, making sure he could use it later. Hygiene was always important! The excitement was building up in him. Oooh, could they hurry already? Before the blue haired boy took off like a rocket?

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"This contest is mine!"
Round 1 Arrival 3:50 PM
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Ladies and gentlemen please rise for your new King has arrived! Bring on the girls! If there were any. Aqua had searched the whole place, and had yet to find any eligible girls to ask out! What's up with that? Weak! He, was one cool cat who need this kittens to adore him. No worries, tonight the stands would fill with ladies all wanting a piece of him. Whether he got first, second, or third, that was still bait to reel them in. Just the fact that Aqua was in this competition should have made them squeal with delight. Eh, no prob. They'll be doing that once they saw him in his trunks, struttin his stuff down the walkway. Oh yeah!
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Can't believe it's already here... The giant man though, causing his face to grow a large smile as he came into the area. He looked about curiously, never having been in such an event before. The only competitions he had ever been involved in meant lots of killing and bloodshed. It was nice to find a peaceful one like this. A competition where he could show off his massive muscles and actually possibly win for it! It'll be an exciting night I'm sure. The man spoke, carrying a large sack of supplies over his left shoulder, and a small bag on his right. The large bag was secretive for now, some things he wanted to show off in one of the later rounds.

Spotting the mayor he waved and walked over, hoping his large body didn't make the man feel immasculine compared to the behemoth infront of him. Then it hit him...How many of my fellow contestants will feel fine near me? He almost exploded into loud laughter but managed to resist, not wanting to look insane. He glanced over to the table where the judges would sit, just wondering how he would appear to them. He looked back to the mayor and donned a friendly smile that contrasted against his massive stature. "I'll be participating in the bonus round of strength obviously. Just wanted to inform you of that sir." He spoke, showing respect for the leader of the town, his military past obvious. He couldn't remember how many times he had to use the word sir and since this man was one of authority, it slipped out.

The large man then made his way to the back where he hoped other contestants would be so he could eye up his competition. Probably going to be dudes a foot or two shorter then you. He thought as he looked down to an assitant. "Hey kiddo." he spoke, a large hand motioning him over. "When the talent round comes up I'll need you to set this all out for me okay?" He spoke, handing the large bag to the young man, grinning as he watched him almost tip over. Was it really that much? Craig didn't have such a good sense of what was too heavy or too light, his muscles granting him strength little known to others. Things were often never too heavy for him to budge, him being only able to imagine what went past his limit. He had yet to meet anything that could rival his strength. As Amelia put it eloquently to him one day, years ago, he was basically the real life Hercules. When the heck would he meet the real Cerberus then if that was the case? The thought amused him to be honest. Him battling a giant three headed dog of Hades? Funny yet appealing in the sense of a challenge.

He made his way over to a mirror and set the smaller bag on the counter, waving to the other contestants he saw so far. "What's up fellas?" He spoke friendly, showing a smile to them before turning back to the mirror. Heh...just as I thought. No one comparing to my sheer size yet. The large man's dark brown eyes looked into the mirror, examining himself. Lots of scars coating on his face and under his clothing. Marks of all the times he wanted to die but never could be granted that. He ran a gloved hand along his short brown hair, making sure it was nice and even, the only inconsistency being a large knife scar that hit the left part of his head and how the hair had yet to grow over it. There was another large knife scar on the right part of his forehead, almost hitting his hairline but not quite. His hand then moved to his chin, rubbing the slight hair that covered his jawline. Hmm still short. Just like I like it.... He grinned at how well defined his bones showed up on his face, the bones looking like the embodiment of sheer toughness even through his skin. I think that is enough for now...Check the rest when that round comes along.

He thought with a grin as he took a seat upon a chair and cracked his knuckles. Realizing just how tense his knuckles felt he grinned, shaking his head. ..I knew I'd be nervous... He thought, reaching into his jean pockets, pulling from it a wide silver box. He removed the hatch and flicked the box open with a finger, taking a cigar from it. Biting the end of it gently with his large teeth he was about to shut the box before he grinned, looking about at the crowd. "Hey. Anyone want a smoke to help?" He spoke, waiting for anyone to speak before he placed the box away and then took a lighter from his pocket. With a quick flick he had the flame going, lighting the cigar before he shut the lighter placing it away. Even if someone had something against him smoking, surely they wouldn't be stupid enough to say something to him right? Besides he needed it right now. Everyone had their quirks to help with stress and nervousness after all.
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My, oh my. Just where has the time gone? It seems like it was only yesterday when Charlie had signed up for this little song and dance known as the Summer King Festival. Even though it was a couple of weeks in the past. Oh well. Maybe Charlie just needs to check his watch battery or something. Or wear a watch. Or own a watch so that he can wear one…bah!

Grinning as he enters the estate, the blonde scopes the area out a little bit, suitcase in one hand, an itinerary in the other. Pleased with the setup, Charlie looks over the piece of paper in his hand to see what’s all on tap today. Swimsuit round…check. Formal wear…check. Talent portion…big checkaroo. Hopefully Bucky will get it all set up by the time that rolls around. Shouldn’t be that hard, right? Oh ho, what’s this? Eyebrow arched in curiosity, Charlie notes something near the bottom of the list. Something that the fair ladies didn’t get a chance to do. “Bonus Round.” Well, that would explain the track outside, at least. Then again, maybe the Mayor was thinking of building a fitness center on to the estate.

Looking the sheet of paper in his hand over, the grin grows larger on Charlie’s face. Pick from three exciting flavors! Or something like that. There is the test of strength! The test of intelligence! The test of agility! Fun for all the family! Taking a moment to run it through his head, Charlie quickly comes to the conclusion that even though it says voluntary, it may as well be mandatory, as everybody is probably going to be going out of their way to make a final impression on the judges. Well, they should anyways. Plus, it’s just another small bit of entertainment for the day as far as the blonde in the hat is concerned.

”What to do, what to do?” Charlie scratches his chin as he thinks. ”Well, I am deceptively strong, so I could weight lift and surprise people. But with Big Man entering this little shindig, the odds are fairly good that nobody is going to look good lifting weights in comparison. There’s always the intelligence thing, but I do have a tendency to sound a little…sarcastic, at times. Wouldn’t want anybody thinking me a smartass in this thing. Well, looks like I’m born to run. Bruce Springsteen would be so proud.”

Charlie’s mind made up, the next thing on the list would be to find the Mayor to share his little decision with. May as well get that out of the way right now, lest he somehow forget about it later on down the road and not be eligible. That would be a little on the embarrassing side, to say the least. Going out there, running shoes and sweats, ready to tear the mini track up outside only to find out that he isn’t going to be able to. It’d be like tripping in front of a girl and following it up by immediately asking her out. Doesn’t work too well. Thankfully for Mr. Collins, he is able to locate Mayor Thomas fairly easy in the growing crowd.

“Hi there, sir! How’s it going?” Charlie cheerfully greets, smile etched on face. “Charlie Collins, at your service! As you probably know from the registration forms, I’m gonna be taking part in this little shindig today…well, the suitcase is probably another good hint, but I digress! Anywho, seeing as how we’re supposed to let you know what we’re going to be doing for the Bonus Round, I’d like to throw my hat in the ring for the agility bit. Running around the track and all that good stuff! Well, since that’s out of the way, I should let you get back to your mayoral duties! See ya later!”

There we go! One of the ducks is lined up in a row at least. Next thing to do would be the whole getting ready bit. A little game of twenty questions, followed by prancing about in swimwear. Easy enough for starters. Finally making his way back to the dressing area, the smell of smoke flares up in Charlie’s nostrils. Well, apparently Big Man is already here. The bellow asking if anyone else wants one only cementing that fact. Well, at the very least things should be entertaining enough before show time.
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There’s no business like show business, something Abraham knew very well. The lights, the thrills, the roar of the crowd, the swing of that music. The red flashes of roses as they landed at your feet. He never remembered things in crystal-clear, moving pictures like a movie, but in bits and pieces. A fleeting image here, the briefest of memories there. All he knew was that he missed it, and this right here. This Summer King? It was like a taste of what was to come, the appetizer to the main course that would be the Moonshine. And it can’t come soon enough~ he thought, heaving his bag of clothes further up his shoulder. Despite it being his big day, he was doing most of the carrying between the two, for all his feminine ways there were shreds of chivalry in Abraham. His father would be proud, indeed. Well, not really, he’d probably not care, it was the delusion that counted.<br><br>

“You excited?” his pink-haired companion asked, grinning at him over a box, one that she hadn’t been allowed to look in under any circumstances. Keep it secret, keep it safe, as it was. He figured it would be unfair if she knew what it was, and expressed approval or disapproval of it. It was unfair enough already, he knew Chris so well he could probably pick something she liked and manipulate it with almost no difficulty. That was what happened when you were with a person almost constantly for a few years, it was inevitable. He had to make this at least marginally fair, right?<br><br>
Cheating would be a cinch, yeah. Being a thief gave you a knack for it, and Abe was quite the con artist when he needed to be, though since moving here he never really needed to be. Something he was quite thankful for. That wasn’t the point, whether or not he won this thing he wanted to do it on his own, prove his own worth. Just like Chris had a month prior. It was all in the name of hubris, really, not the prizes. Oh, and having fun. That too. Win it or lose it, this would be a blast. Something he knew right when he walked up to the stage. Almost identical to last month, down to the runway, only know it was for him.<br><br>

... And the other contestants, but let’s just let him bask in the idea a moment longer.<br><br>

He took a breath through his nose, shutting his eyes and exhaling. Ahh, the smell of... men’s body sprays. Not quite what he was looking for, but it would do. “Oh!” his gaze fell upon the judge’s table, where a tag reading Christmas Heikki was, written in flowing ink. “I think that might be your cue to say good-bye,” he said, pointing.<br><br>

Chris looked over, her face falling a little at the font. “I keep telling them it’s Chris,” she said, brow furrowed. “Everyone’s going to think a freaking elf lives on the island.” She shook her head, expression lifting into a small smile. With one arm she hugged Abe. “Good luck, big guy.” Carefully applying the box on top of his numerous clothes, she let the purple-coloured young man loose. She settled at her judges table, alone for the moment. One leg crossed over the other almost on instinct, she sat back in her seat and observed her nails, unoccupied for the moment. That would probably change the moment the curtain call came.<br><br>

Arms full of stuff, Abe moseyed over to the Mayor. He had heard (by word of Chris) that there were some extra things this time around. A bonus round, for one. Speed, strength, smarts, sounding more like something from a video game than a beauty pageant, but why not give it a shot. “Hey, Mister Mayor!” he greeted, waving his hand pathetically beneath the boxes and clothes. “Chris says hi! Oh, and sign me up for... um, intelligence!” People who knew him would probably snicker at that idea, but he’d had a lot of tutoring in his youth, maybe it was time to see if it paid off.<br><br>
“Okay! I’m off! Before my arms drop off,” he added, muttering as he went into the dressing room. Almost immediately, he was greeted by the scent of smoke, mind jumping first to fire and then to how bad his clothes would smell now that they were all smoky. He saw a man, or maybe a giant, was the perpetrator, the type of person you didn’t say ‘put that out’ to. On the bright side, he was suddenly glad he didn’t chose strength. With his noodly arms... well, he wouldn’t have stood a ghost of a chance. “Hello everyone~!” he said, grinning to them all as he set his belongings down with a small grunt. Oof, and I can hardly lift that... he thought, frowning at the clothes. Abe shook his arms out, attempting to dislodge any stiffness. After all, the show must go on.

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Finally, the day had come! Justinius had spent hours polishing his armour and washing his favourite tunic. The heavy armour weighed him down, but it was a necessary part of his costume. Or, at least it would be until the weight-lifting and swimsuit competitions. He wouldn't wear it for those. Swimming would be completely impossible with 50+ pounds of iron on your body.
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Although...he was a little unclear on one thing. The registration info for the pageant had merely said that there would be a "swim<i>suit</i>" competition. What in the name of the emperor did <i>that</i> mean!? Justinius hadn't asked for fear of looking stupid, but... He hoped there would be swimming involved! He was an expert swimmer, and eager to show off all of his amazing physical skills!
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Then, he noticed the refreshments and realised that he was hungry. The growling of his stomach was almost as loud as the clanking of his armour. So he meandered to the refreshments, keeping his eye on all those around him. <i>That cursed little cowman better not be here,</i> he thought as he reached for a plum, scanning the crowd for the telltale little hat that Zedekiah always wore. <i>If he is, I'll chase him out! Well, guess I'd better go and sign up for the weight-lifting competition soon, right? Doesn't seem like that's mandatory. ...Wait, it's not mandatory!? WHY??? What kind of sissy contest is this!? Any man who can't lift more than 50 pounds is a complete sissy!</i>
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Oh, <i>riiight</i>. Some of his cousins had played a nasty little trick on him. Was is Wyatt? Or Kayla? Or other cousins whose names he couldn't remember? Or had several ganged up on him? He didn't know. All he knew was what was in the letter:
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You've been entered into the island's Summer King Competition. We all think it's in your best interests to learn what is expected of a good man, and the chance to mingle with others won't do you any harm, either! <b>You had better be there. If you're not, then we <i>will</i> find out and we <i>will</i> make your life miserable.</b> This is for your own good, so please understand.
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You'll need swimming trunks, since there's a swimsuit competition. Since we are pretty sure that you don't even know what swimming trunks are, we have provided you with a pair. <b>Take them with you to the contest, or at least wear them under your normal clothes.</b> Also, <b>wash all the clothes that you will wear to the contest the day before, and <i>put on a tie</i>.</b> You look so much better with a tie. Also, <b>comb your hair.</b> Since we're not sure if you have a comb or a brush, we've sent you one.
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Good luck with the contest! (You're gonna need it.)
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Derek clutched the note in his hand. He'd followed its directions. He did indeed know what swimming trunks were, and had opted to wear them under his clothing. He didn't like the idea of bringing extra clothes; he would have had to find a bag to bring them in, anyway...
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What exactly did the kind do, anyway? What would they be doing in these contests? Derek hadn't the slightest clue. All he knew was that he was growing more and more uncomfortable by the moment. He didn't belong! Maybe he could just slink into the shadows, where no one would notice him...
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Why was he here again...?
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Oh yeah, the now thirteen-year-old had, more or less, dragged him
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Not that he minded, indeed wouldn't mind at all if a certain Flora were there as well. He hadn't seen her at all over the Spring season; he had really missed her, and, to be completely honest, was really looking forward to any and all the moments he was able to spend with the redhead. He'd only wished his writing skills could have been better, maybe then he would have been able to...well, never mind that.
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They were here to enjoy the day and themselves, and it did no good to think on past regrets like that. Clint had donned his usual attire, if perhaps a little bit nicer of a shirt than normal. Black boots, dark blue jeans, white shirt with black around the color and cuffs, and his black cowboy hat. He had it pulled down low, trailing after Irene as she lead the way onto the Mayor's land, hovering towards the table with all the Summer goodies on it.
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"Oh, Clint, look at all these yummy fruits!" Irene proclaimed with glee, picking up a plate and various pastries to put upon it. She didn't notice her brother slip away and head towards on of the chairs to sit, towards the back row of course, and an edge seat. No, Irene was too busy fawning over the food and drink.
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Today, she was wearing a light yellow summer dress, with a big white sash through the middle, tied in a mildly horrible bow in the back. Her only regret in getting this dress was that the bow was so big in the back. Other than that, it did breathe quite nicely, a good thing to have in the Summer heat. Selecting her drink - something with strawberries, of course - she stepped back from the table and looked around. Finally spotting her brother, she slowly ambled towards him, content with sitting and eating, for the moment.


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<br> Some time after the contestants arrived, and spectators settled in, the Mayor stepped to the front of the stage. With a tap of his microphone and a clearing of his throat, he finally spoke. “Hello everyone! Thank you for joining us today for the Summer King Competition!” The little man beamed, his eyes scanning over the crowd that had formed around the stage. “Tonight, our competitors will be fighting to show us that they are worthy of the title, Summer King! Ahah.” A smile danced beneath his moustache, a rather excited, almost childish grin.
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“But now, without further ado, let’s introduce the contestants!” Mayor Thomas turned, motioning for the group of men to come up on stage. As they streamed up into visibility, he read out their names. “Please give a warm welcome to Abraham Marrow, Wes Richardson, Ronan Brennan, Michael Wright, Craig Armstrong, Charlie Collins, Wes Nibai, Leon Uno Cinco, Aqua Avon” – he paused here to take a little gasping breath – “Marzell Feldt, Camille Ferrer, Frederick Blossom, Tenjukai Sajotae, Derek Tanner and Justinius Servius!”He finished on an almost triumphant note, before motioning to the three judges. “The fate of these men rests in the hands of Miss Christmas Heikki, our lovely Spring Queen, as we all know; Madison LaRosa, and Drew Taylor. Please give the ladies a warm welcome back!”
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1) Hello, gentlemen! Please introduce yourselves - help us get to know you by giving us some basics.
<br>Abe: Hi there! I’m Abraham Marrow, pleased to meet you. I was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois and I actually only moved here two seasons ago, but it’s really nice here. All the people are friendly and the island’s just beautiful~ Um... I was an assistant at the Mother of Pearl school, but since school let out I’ve been working full time at the Quickly ice cream shop. I could go on, but I think I could keep you here all day with my stories.
<br>Wes R.: Gooooooood afternoon, everyone! My name's Wes Richardson the First, though some of you may know me as the handsome man behind the counter at your local Wes's Trekking Store. -wink- I'm twenty years old and you'll moooore than likely find me climbing any mountain I can get my hands on or beating some pansies at ice skating. -wink specifically directed toward none other than Miss Christmas Heikki- Anything adventurous and dangerous, really, just like me.
<br>Ronan: Well, g'mornin' ta ye, ladies and gentlemen! -bows rather dramatically- Me name's Ronan Brennan, I'm twenty-nine years old, and yer friendly Irish apartment seller.
<br>Craig: Name's Craig Armstrong. I'm thirty four years old. Born in Scotland but lived in America for most of my life. As you can see...I'm a bit of a giant huh? Something that was really rather annoying at first but it comes with it's own unique advantages.
<br>Charlie: Well, greetings and salutations, ladies! Charlie Collins is the name! Also known around here as Charles, Chuck, or Collie! But mostly Charlie! As for some basics about me, I spend two years in the Peace Corps, seeing the world, meeting civilization, hopefully bettering humanity! Nowadays, I am the proud owner and operator of Double Cross Ranch, which sits on lovely Tourmaline Acres! A quaint little piece of property which I share with two cows and one horse, who seems to think himself to be a watchdog too for whatever reason.
<br>Wes N.: Hello, my name is Wes Nibai. I'm just a drifter now farmer. I play the guitar....and....farm. Kinda.
<br>Leon: Hi, I'm Leon Uno-Cinco. I work at the ice cream shop. I like girls. And kids. And animals. And lots of other stuff. Yay~
<br>Aqua: Yo, wassup? The name is Aqua Avon! My hair is awesome! Don't you think so? I style it every morning. I'm a real cool cat, ya dig?
<br>Fred: *scratched scar* Basics, eh? Well, the most basic things about me you need to know, are just three things. One: I'm awesome. Two: I'm devastatingly attractive. Three: I'm awesome.
<br>Tenjukai: …My name is Tenjukai. You’re being very vague with these questions, and I’m not sure what type of ‘basics’ I’m supposed to give you. So. I’ll just tell you what I think is best. I’m currently 23. I live on the island.
<br>Derek: H, h, h-hello. I... I mean, my name is Derek Tanner, I'm, um... I'm 28 years old and I, I... Uhm... I am a scientist. And... Do I have to say more? I do? Well, I am interested in aviation... My cousin owns a ranch around here, but I have my own house and laboratory... I've been, uh, making fuel to test on rockets and I'll later use them in my model aeroplanes... That, that's all.
<br>Justinius: Of course! Ladies and gentlemen, I am Justinius Servius, a former commander of the Roman army, the epitome of manly strength! Do not ask my age, nor the place of my birth, for those are not important! What IS important is that I have trained with the sword, the bow and arrow, the spear, and am an excellent handler of all. I shall prove to you that I am worthy of being your king even through the more...unique contests!
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2) How do you feel about traditional gender roles and stereotypical views of masculinity and femininity?
<br>Abe: I think they’re slowly crumbling, and not really something people should get so pent up about. We’re all people, aren’t we? I hear people talking about the opposite gender like they’re a different species, when really we’re not all that different. I think barriers like that are just made to be broken.
<br>Wes R.: Dude, as far as I'm concerned, they're just social constructs, y'know? Stuff that made sense to people a hundred years ago or whatever that doesn't make sense today, y'knooow? Sure, I might've been able to outlift any chick I've met so faaaar... -subtle arm flex- ...but I'll bet there's bound to be SOMEONE out there who can kick my tushie, y'know?
<br>Ronan: Aw, Christ, man, don't ye be talkin' about any o' those roles in front o' me! I may be a proper Catholic man, but I got me some progressiveness just like anyone else. Fer all I care, ye men can be runnin' around in bloomers and ye women growin' moustaches! I'll let ye live the way ye like if ye do the same for me, aye.
<br>Craig: I think it's immature and a left old relic of when women were still restricted. Not all women belong in the house, cooking and watching over children. Just like not all men are buff, bold, muscled men. You can't generalize all of one gender to be the exact same. People differ plain and simple.
<br>Charlie: Traditional gender roles, views of masculinity and femininity…well, for the most part, I’d say they’re right out the window! About the only way gender roles should play a place is the whole having kids thing, seeing as how that’s really the only difference between the two genders. Women are just as smart and strong as the male population. That being said, they should be treated as such. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still all for men wearing suits and women wearing dresses, but traditional roles limited what women were able to do considerably. That’s one of the joys that lets us enjoy humanity. The freedom of choice. Why should men be the only ones to enjoy that freedom?
<br>Wes N.: I think they're stupid. A women can do whatever a man can. My mother proved that to me a long time ago.
<br>Leon: Really dumb. Its okay for a man to be a little girly. And vice verse.
<br>Aqua: Stereotypes are what the government wants you to think, man!
<br>Fred: I think they only restrain people from being themselves, ya? If a woman has a stronger personality than the man in a relationship, big whoop, so long as they are both happy. You should see a person as a person, not their gender or how they're "supposed" to act. It's a bunch of bullshit!
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<br>Tenjukai: Growing up, I never really took notice of the ‘traditional gender roles’. Not sure if it was because, where I came from, there weren’t many or I was just ignorant and naïve. I still don’t pay much attention to it, don’t care to.
<br>Derek: Uh, er... I don't really... I mean, I don't really know. Women aren't weak. I've been beaten up by girls a... Oh, wait, I guess that's not the best thing to say. I mean, it's not manly to be weaker than the nerdy girls, but I... I... Uhmm, I... I guess men and women should be equals? I mean, there's not that much of a difference between them, really.
<br>Justinius: My views on the traditional gender roles? I do believe that men are supposed to be strong. But women are equally as strong as men. Dainty, helpless maidens do not contribute to their society. It is women who care for boys in the early part of their lives, and good, strong women are integral to the development of a good, strong man. But I do believe that men are physically stronger than women, and men need to use that strength to protect everyone and everything dear to them. The women are there to assist, to support! Men cannot live without woman, and woman cannot live without man!
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3) What are some of your interests and/or hobbies?
<br>Abe: Oh, easy! I like music, and theatre, and I love musical theatre! It’s home of some of the best songs and stories, I’ve been a fan since I was a kid. I guess, other than that... I’ve always loved gardening, and growing up we had a huge garden. Roses are probably my favourite, but really anything goes.
<br>Wes R.: Well, I already talked about that whole crazy adventuring thing that I do. Besides that...I'unno, really. All that stuff is my life, y'know? I play the electric bass when I've got a free minute or whatever. I might as well live at the Vagary. If any ladies wanna meet me there, gimme a call, yeah?
<br>Ronan: Beer, cigarettes...erm, beer...ah! Weapons, fer another. Ye never feel like a man until ye're runnin' around with yer own personal gun an' knives, ye know what I mean? And, o' course, hangin' with me best brother an' twin in the world, Patrick. -grins-
<br>Craig: I'm a bit of a smoker. I'm obsessed with cigars. I like collecting all different types. I also like boxing. Can't really do it for real. If I could I would do it in a heartbeat. And last of all food! Lots and lots of food! I'm a glutton and it takes a lot to fill me up.
<br>Charlie: Well, where to start? Close to home! Why not!? Horseback riding, for one! The rush that one gets from the wind blowing through their hair as the countryside just flies by! A hobby that I’m really good at is…well, any thing that is based off of dexterity and hand-eye coordination. Juggling, handstand walking, archery, things like that! Another interest-slash-hobby would be people…yeah, that does sound a little on the creeper side, but by that, I mean…well, I love people. Interacting with them, finding out what makes them tick, what makes them happy, makes them entertained…socialite, you could say?
<br>Wes N.: Playing the guitar mostly. I can a play a few songs.
<br>Leon: Just whatever. I love exploring this island. Its so cool!
<br>Aqua: What else? Picking up girls! Or getting money. Or re-styling my hair.
<br>Fred: I've grown really fond of digging, and mining. Not for the jewels, awesome as they are, but for the smell of the dirt, the way it works the muscles, how the cool of the caves touch your skin....I sometimes stay in there after the work day ends. It's a perfect way to escape too....
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Oh, and annoying people. There's nothing quite like knowing you can get under someone's skin. Bit of a mini power trip for me, ya?
<br>Tenjukai: Why exactly is this necessary? …Fine. I’m not interested in much, and my hobbies would bore you.
<br>Derek: Oh, boy, what do I like? Um, I like hot drinks, and metal and ores... Don't care much for gemstones but I do find them a lot... I guess that's it. I like airplanes. Actually, I love airplanes. And rockets. But all my model airplanes are broken right now.
<br>Justinius: Hobbies? Well, I enjoy the catching of fish, the drinking of alcohol, the eating of spicy foods, and the reading of codices and scrolls! Especially those on military strategy and history!
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4) If you could change one thing on the island for the better, what would it be?
<br>Abe: Hummm... oh, well I’m already doing it. Kind of. I always thought this place could use more places for music and theatre, so I’m building a theatre! It’s in Abyssinian, technically, but that’s close enough. Just come to the Moonshine!
<br>Wes R.: There's totally not enough groups of people getting together just...to chill, y'know! I mean, back where I'm from, there's like tons of...man, I don't wanna say clubs, since that sounds so school-like, but there's always groups of people getting together to hang out, or play music, or go rock-climbing, or go visit downtown or something. Everyone here likes to keep to themselves or something. That's b.s. We're human. We need more, like, interaction than we get at our jobs.
<br>Ronan: Well, f**k, we all certainly need further education possibilities, wouldn't ye say? A nice little college o' university fer all the little graduatin' kids who don't wanna leave home just yet? Fer the people who never had the chance ta go off ta get a degree in the first place? I'd say that's one o' the biggest things we need. Next ta more beer, o' course.
<br>Craig: Hmm unfornately I haven't been here long enough to truthfully figure out all the bads and goods of this island but I would like to say I don't think there are enough cops. Cops are here to make people feel safe and if they are too few sometimes people can believe they can do what they want and get away. More cops being able to be seen at times tend to keep people calm in my opinion.
<br>Charlie: What would I change about this island…? Well, not too much, personally! I’ve spent my whole life here…well, most of it, and I’d have to say that I’ve rather enjoyed my time here. People are nice, the climate is typically great…maybe make it so natural disasters couldn’t come around to rend it asunder? I wasn’t here for it when it happened, but that earthquake a couple years ago did a rather nice job of chewing this place up. Would love for that to never happen again.
<br>Wes N.: Nothing that I can see so far. Its a very beautiful place.
<br>Leon: What would you change? I love this place as it is!
<br>Aqua: More places to make a quick buck. And pick up the ladies.
<br>Fred: Haaaa...having Jimbo back would make this island a hundred times better, but he's moved onto to make the world better, so...I'll just keep my mouth shut about that. But you folks mean something bigger, ya? Then...I guess more farms and trees and stuff. I kind of feel like the island is growin' a bit too quickly...I'd like to see more crops and less houses. Haha...makes me sound a bit like a people hater, doesn't it? I just don't want to see this place over run by humans is all, what with all the majestic nature everywhere.
<br>Tenjukai: I’d expand the clinic and add a fire station. For one, the clinic is too small compared to how many new islanders we’re getting, and if a fire ever broke out, to be blunt, we’d be fucked.
<br>Derek: I, uh... Hmm. I guess I would put in an airport. Not a big one, but, uh... One small enough for light aircraft. You know, the one-man, open-cockpit type. I guess that would be too small for jets, though. Or maybe an airport just for model aircraft... But that would be kinda silly...
<br>Justinius: Ah, an excellent question, that. I think this island is far too vulnerable to an enemy attack. Therefore, I would put some kind of wall or stockade around this island. ...What? Are people laughing at me!?
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5) Who was your biggest role model growing up, and why?
<br>Abe: I honestly didn’t have one, it was supposed to be my dad, but we’re not really all that alike. Uh... I always looked up to my grandmother, though. She was always so patient and kind, and I try to emulate that, kind of.
<br>Wes R.: The Fonz! Can you think of someone better to look up to? He's freaking cool, he drives a motorcycle, and he always gets his woman. He sticks it to the man, but he's still so respectful of everyone and all his chicks that no one can really hate him, y'know.
<br>Ronan: Ye kiddin' me, boyo? Arthur Guinness himself! Not only was he the brewer an' founder o' Guinness beer back in the 1700's, but he made Ireland better fer everyone! Insurance fer his workers, free beer fer them, better homes all aroun' the area o' his brewery...an' his name'll live on ferever, because he took out a bloody 9,000 year lease on his land! He was both brilliant an' the greatest philanthropist I'll ever know!
<br>Craig: Role model eh? Hmm. I'd honestly have to say my father. He was a tough guy, not as muscled for me but he did his best. He wanted to appear strong. To be the man his own father wasn't. He taught me you have to protect the people closest to you even if they can protect themselves. If you be strong for them, they can be strong for you. You need to learn to depend on others and not just think you're invincible because truth be told....no one is.
<br>Charlie: This is going to sound like all nice and corny here, but truthfully, it would be my mom and dad. A little strange in some ways, given the fact that I didn’t see a whole terribly lot of them when I was growing up, them being in Peace Corps themselves, but even half a world apart, they would always be there for me through phone calls, letters, and surprise visits. Essentially giving up their own happiness for the sakes of others less fortunate. That selflessness is something that is really inspiring to me.
<br>Wes N.: My mother. She always pulled through every hardship she faced...except her last...But she taught me how to be a good person and I'll never forget what she told me.
<br>Leon: That's a very good question. I guess maybe Santa Claus. Giving kids free toys out of the kindness of heart? That's awesome!
<br>Aqua: Heck if I know, man. Whoever's the coolest I guess.
<br>Fred: I'd never tell him this, but my big brother, Shinchuro. He's one hell of a guy, and kind of crazy...but he was never afraid of who he was. Even when he was teased and bullied, he kept his head high. Course once he grew past six foot with muscles to match, he didn't have to worry about bein' made of, ya know what I mean mate? I wish I had been more sure of myself when I was younger like him. Hell, I wish I was more sure now...
<br>Tenjukai: A man I met. He was everything I wanted to become, because to me, he could do no wrong. I later found out that I was mistaken, but… I think about him from time to time.
<br>Derek: James McDonnell. My grandfather knew him and actually worked with him in his early days. He founded an aviation company, and worked with NASA to make rockets... He was a great man. I've always wanted to be like him.
<br>Justinius: Alexander the Great! He was a wise man, respectful of other cultures, and an excellent commander! Granted, he's my adult role model, since I remember nothing of my childhood. But I'm sure I looked up to him as a child, too!
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6) If you were going to die tomorrow, what would you do today in order to die happily?
<br>Abe: I would call my parents, and just spend the rest of the day living life as usual. I’m pretty happy the way I am, so just a day with my best friend and a good night’s rest would be enough for me. I guess I’m easy to please.
<br>Wes R.: ... -hesitation- Scale the highest mountain I can get to and bungie-jump off of it, I guess.
<br>Ronan: Spend the day layin' aroun' here with me brother Patrick, smokin' up all me packs o' cigarettes an' drinkin' all the beer in the land. Can't think o' a single better thing.
<br>Craig: This might be a bit depressing in thought but I wouldn't have to do anything. I've been waiting to die for years now and it has never came. If I knew for sure I would die I wouldn't have to do anything to die happily. Trust me. When you are my size and how easy you can hurt someone without meaning to just by using a fraction of too much force. You tend to gain an intense self-loathing.
<br>Charlie: Die tomorrow, huh? Well granted, it would kind of suck if that were to happen, what with the whole being only twenty-two thing going on here, but I suppose what I would do is try to make amends with anybody that I have wronged. Be able to put my soul at ease to know that nobody thinks ill of me in death. After that, I’d go and find a new owner for Double Cross. Somebody that would keep the place running, love and care for my animals, stuff like that. And then, given time, I’d probably go out and have one hell of a final meal. Just wouldn’t do to have my soul move on with an empty stomach!
<br>Wes N.: Pay one last respect to my mother before I pass on to join her.
<br>Leon: Send all my money to my adopted family. They need it more than I do.
<br>Aqua: Uhm, can I have two days instead?
<br>Fred: Oo...that's a heavy question...it might be weird, but I'd call Jimbo, and talk to him until he had to go. Then I'd call everyone in my family, just to see how they're doing. I don't do that enough...that's all I'd need to die happily.
<br>Tenjukai: I’ve already accomplished what I can to make myself happy. I would die with some regrets, but not as many as I had before.
<br>Derek: Get my scale model DC-3 working again and take it on one last flight... I haven't flown it in years, and I really miss using it.
<br>Justinius: I would think back and reflect on all the wonderful moments of my life, and record them in writing. That way, I can die happily, knowing that those who come after me can read of my life and benefit from it!
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7) What are some of the things that anger you the most and how do you handle them?
<br>Abe: This is going to sound clichéd, but people who judge you just by looking at you. I mean, everyone’s going to do it a little, but the one’s who just cling to that image and treat you based on the way you look. People look at me and they think one thing or another... and a lot of the times they’re wrong. I just try and show them they’re wrong.
<br>Wes R.: When a girl calls me a pervert, it absolutely drives me freaking insane. You know what I'm talking about? I mean, you go to such ends to try to make her feel respected and beautiful and such, and the second you try to hold her hand she decides you're a pervert. I just get away from her or something. Not worth hanging around someone who's gonna call you a piece of crap like that, y'know?
<br>Ronan: Loose and seductive women drive me up a wall, y'know? Don't got a single ounce o' respect fer themselves o' the men around 'em. People who stay deliberately stupid an' misinformed? Aye, them too. Close-minded individuals...they drive me insane, y'know? Suppose I deal with 'em like I do anythin' else: buyin' a round o' beer fer the whole bar an' leadin' 'em in me personal favorite song fer the evenin'.
<br>Craig: Well I don't get angry really too easily. But somethings I dislike are abusive parents. Immature adults just taking out stress on their innocent children. I hate people like that. And disrespectful punks. People who talk trash to just insult people so they can make themselves feel better. When I get angry I try to breath because when my anger finally gets too much...I'll punch something. Granted I won't hit an innocent person but if you're the one making me mad...chances are it'll be you I knock out.
<br>Charlie: Truthfully, there’s not too much that angers me. The Goddess gives us one life to live, so why waste it with being angry about things? Although if I were to pick something that would irritate me, it would probably have to be bullies. I haven’t had problems with them in my life, but the prospect of someone going and making another feel like dirt to feel good about themselves…well, that kind of does get your goat, no matter how much you want to say it doesn’t bother you. As far as how to handle it…go up there and handle it directly. Certainly worlds better than ignoring it and having a feeling of guilt, no?
<br>Wes N.: Feeling useless in a situation. I usually try to be helpful in anyway I can. Even the little things.
<br>Leon: Remove myself from the thing that angers me. And think happy thoughts.
<br>Aqua: When people diss my hair. But then I run after them with some scissors. It may be dangerous, but you should see their faces!
<br>Fred: When I see someone getting picked on or bothered just because they're different. Sure someone may be weird, but that's them, so don't do that to them! I handle it usually with my fists. I've gotten better. Kind of. It also grinds my gears when someone who is being nice gets treated like shit--sorry--for no reason! I mean...what the hell?! I don't understand it. And my fists are how I deal with it. Usually. Then nice words and jokes for the nice folks; they deserve at least that much.
<br>Tenjukai: …That list would be too long to explain on this sheet. It’s plenty, and how I handle them is my business and mine alone.
<br>Derek: I... Well, I guess I don't like it when people know what I dislike and then try to give me those things, as if they're trying to make me mad... But I just ignore them. I act like they're really trying to give it to someone else... That seems to work OK.
<br>Justinius: Anger me? Oh, many things anger me! But I'd say that thing thing that angers me the most is when someone accuses me of being a coward. Only cowards would dare to put that label on others! I then engage them in a duel, whether it be
physical or verbal, and of course I always win, because real cowards give up very quickly.
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8) What is something - or who is someone - you hold dearest to yourself?
<br>Abe: My best friend. She’s been there for me for years, through our careers as actors and when my parents disowned me. And she stuck by me even if I can be a bit much to handle at times. I couldn’t ask for a better friend or partner. She probably already knows, but she’s the most important thing in my life.
<br>Wes R.: Life. So underrated, man, but to live? To truly live? That's like a gift that so many people just shank in the face and screw over.
<br>Ronan: Patrick Brennan. No contest, boyo. He's me brother, me twin...me life. We've been there fer each other fer almost thirty years now, through the good times an' the bad, an' I don't ever want anyone else by me side, not even a woman, if it'd mean I couldn't see him every day fer the rest o' our lives.
<br>Craig: My pals of course! Amelia and Ace. We've all been together for years, through hell and back. We were all in the military together and had each other's backs through it all. They are both good people and when in war you learn how people truly are. And if someone has your back in the nightmare that war is....they'd have your back through it all.
<br>Charlie: Friends and family, ladies! Friends and family! Us humans are social creatures. That being said, it’s only natural for me that I hold the bonds between myself and my family very near and dear to my heart. They’re with you through the good, the bad, and the ugly, they’ve got your back, and you’ve got them for life! As for friends, well, some friends certainly can be mistaken as being actual family if you form a strong enough bond. But the joy of always having someone; preferably a lot of someones…that’s what I hold dearest to myself! As a bonus, I’ll even tell you the one thing that I don’t hold dearest to myself. That being my hat. Always seems someone wants to borrow it.
<br>Wes N.: A picture of my mother from before she grew ill. To remember her beauty and kindness.
<br>Leon: I try not to stick to material things.
<br>Aqua: My first pair of sunglasses. They helped me embrace my inner coolness.
<br>Fred: ...well, if it isn't obvious by now, I must not be in love as I thought I was.
<br>Tenjukai: A friend of mine, is someone I hold dearest.
<br>Derek: My home. It's in a perfect area - where others won't bother me and I probably won't be any bother to others. It's... It's the best place I've ever lived in, actually. You have no idea just how precious the a home is to you until you lose it. I lost my home once before, and then... Then, everyone got so mad at me... I don't think that's gonna happen here.
<br>Justinius: My helmet. It protects my head, which I need in order to think! ...What? Were you expecting more than that?
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9) Why do you believe you should be the Summer King?
<br>Abe: Well, I hate to brag, but I have a pretty outgoing personality. I think I’m a fun guy to be around, and I’ve got that whole smiling thing down, it’s like my default expression. Also, my aforementioned best friend happened to win Spring Queen, and I think it would be fun if we both won. Though, honestly? I’m just here to have fun, things like this never fail to amuse me.
<br>Wes R.: Let's be honest, ladies, I'm the freaking hottest thing on this stage. -grins and winks- And because, if that's not enough, I'm just freaking awesome. I mean, look at these guns. -flex-
<br>Ronan: I'm one o' the most kind-hearted men ye're gonna meet in yer life. Got a heart o' gold, fer that matter. An' when it comes right down to it, let's face it: I got the snazziest accent out o' us all. -winks-
<br>Craig: I'm here for fun but I mean look at me! I'm literally twice the man any of these other guys are. Not to be egotistical but simply saying. A King is supposed to tower over the others correct? Doesn't have to be literal but that works as a meaning right?
<br>Charlie: Why, I’m flattered that you would ask! There are several reasons I would love to win Summer King! First off, I would love to do it for my dad, as he won one of these contests when he was a teenager. Keep the family tradition going, y’know? That’s my greedy reason for wanting to be king. Other reasons that I would like to be King…I love this community and I love people, so what better way to help the community and converse with it’s people than by being a King and helping out with the festivals? And I’m sure being in that position, I’d be able to help the town in other ways then just festivals. Maybe be a goodwill ambassador or something to the other islands. Share the joy of Obsidian with them!
<br>Wes N.: I really don't. I don't have anything to gain from it. But I can't say no to some friendly competition.
<br>Leon: I honestly don't know myself. To impress the girls? To feel apart of something? Who knows!
<br>Aqua: Cause I'm incredibly awesome! What girl wouldn't want a piece of this?
<br>Fred: Because I'm awesome. And I want something to be happy about, even if it's just for one festival.
<br>Tenjukai: I don’t believe that. To be honest, I only entered this competition because I wanted something to do to pass the time.
<br>Derek: I don't... I don't know. I, uhm... I guess... I guess it might be a good, you know, change of pace? I don't... Well, I don't usually... I don't know.
<br>Justinius: Because I am the epitome of manliness! Come on, are there any other great military commanders here!? I'm the only one! Ha! (At least, as far as I know... Ahem... Oh, darn, I didn't mean to say that out loud!!)
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10) If you were given 1 000 000 000 G, what would you do with it?
<br>Abe: Use it for my theatre, and save the rest.
<br>Wes R.: I'd buy me a huge house and plenty of awesome crap and start a giant fitness and adventuring business and stick half of what was left in a bank account and give the rest to whatever my favorite charity was at the moment.
<br>Ronan: Build a university here. Improve our school. Help bring anyone out o' poverty here that might need it. An', o' course, as a little gift ta me brother an' I, I'd buy us a lifetime supply o' beer. Whatever's left can go to charities, fer all I care. I'm a simple man. I don't need much.
<br>Craig: Wow. That much? Hmm well I would probably start myself my own ranch. Or maybe my own gym? A place where my muscles could be of good use to be honest. Then the rest I might donate to charity. Perhaps the school so they could upgrade and get the kiddos better books so they can learn more. Education is really important to our kiddos after all.
<br>Charlie: First off, you’d have to wonder how the heck one came across that money? Somebody go and die, some nut runs up to you with a suitcase, find it in a ditch somewhere? But second of all, I’d probably go and pay off any debts my family might have. Only fair to give back after everything they’ve given me. After that, considering the fact that there would be a whole snow load left, truthfully…I’d share the wealth with the community. What in the heck would anybody ever need that much money for? May as well make thing easier for all my neighbors and friends!
<br>Wes N.: Save some for myself, and maybe give it away. Just make sure my father can't touch any of it.
<br>Leon: Give it to orphanages and my family. Yeah, I'm cliche like that.
<br>Aqua: Hm....keep it away from the government. Buy new sunglasses and gels. Oh I know! Open my own professional hair styling...place. Wait...don't I need a license for that?
<br>Fred: Pay for all of Jimbo's college. Probably anonymously though, since I don't want him to think he owes me anything. And whatever was left over, I'd send to Jules; I think she should have a cushy life.
<br>Tenjukai: Why would I be given that amount of Gold? …I don’t see what I would do with it, since I don’t ever see myself getting that money. Thinking about that would be pointless.
<br>Derek: I... I have no idea. I'd probably, um... Put it in a bank for a while, until... Until I know what I want to do with it. It might sit there for a long time, maybe even forever...
<br>Justinius: I would buy a new set of armour, and some real weapons to replace these flimsy wooden ones I'm stuck with... Oh! Oh, yes, I would also invest some toward the good of the community! Yes!
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If there is anything you would like to say to the judges, feel free to. (1 minute maximum.)
<br>Abe: Chris, I know I’ve talked about you like five times in this interview thing already, but I’m going to do it again. I don’t need to tell you to be impartial, you’re awfully good at that. Just know that no matter what you’ll always be my best friend. Also, your hair looks wonderful today~! 8D
<br>Wes R.: Hey, sweet things. -wink- You're all gorgeous, and freaking awesome to spend your day out here staring at us flexing hotties, y'know? Thanks, babes. Free ice cream for all of you, on me. Call me.
<br>Ronan: Ye're all patient women ta put up with the lot o' us blokes fer the day. -laughs- Thank ye fer that. Round o' beer for any who wants it tonight no matter the outcome, on me, eh?
<br>Craig: Have fun judging us! Don't get stressed or anything and just have fun like we will showing off for you ladies. We'll do our best for ya.
<br>Charlie: Ladies, first and foremost, thank you so much for listening to my ramblings here! If any of you were wanting to hang yourselves to get out of it or hang me just to shut me up, well, hat’s off to you all as you did a good job of hiding it. Secondly, if I am fortunate enough to be chosen as our little burg’s Summer King, thank you in advance for your votes of confidence. And if I’m not chosen, thanks for putting up with me and giving me a shot. And since I’m running short on time here…ladies that are judging, gents that are in the back, cheerful audience watching on…let’s have some fun!
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*And with that, Charlie bows and tosses his hat into the audience before handstand walking to the back*
<br>Aqua: Hey girly judge, wanna go out with this sometime?
<br>Fred: I may not be the smartest, nicest, best dressed, richest, most popular, most handso--...well yeah I am, but anyways...I just want to say, I only joined this in hopes of having something good happen to me. So, whether I win or not, if one sliver of good comes out of this, then I will be the Summer King.
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<br>Note: The answers of the following contestants will be added at a later date:
  • Michael Wright - has withdrawn from competition
    <br>Marzell Feldt
    <br>Camille Ferrer
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S**t, but time moved fast around here! He barely had time to run his hands through his hair and to greet the other contestants with a wide grin before a stagehand had scurried backstage and informed them that it was time for the interview to begin. "F**k yeah!" he exclaimed, happily ignoring any other man who might stare at him vacantly or think he was weird or whatever, and held out his hand to high five the guys as he ran past them to get his place in line. Soon enough they were out on the stage, each standing tall and proud, except maybe for that little squirrely guy down there with the messy black hair and glasses who kept stammering about everything. Ronan studied the kid with a grin, immediately deciding that it was going to be his personal goal for the rest of the year to find wherever that Derek guy was hiding and take him out for a round of beers. He obviously needed to get out more. Regardless, he was as focused as he possibly could be on the actual event taking place and gave all the answers he could generate to the best of his ability. He didn't slip up, at least. He didn't really know if it was kosher for him to throw around expletives like that, but it wasn't like he could stop. Those things were part of his blood, just like they were for Patrick's! Speaking of, where was his little dearthair out there? In between his time to answer questions he scanned the crowd, keeping a perpetual grin on his lips the whole time.<br>
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Ah-ha! There he was! Patrick was positioned near the back of the entire festivities, standing instead of taking a chair. Well, whatever made him feel more comfortable, right? He had a feeling that Patrick was already feeling awkward enough being in this pageant atmosphere. Regardless, he was the only man that Ronan could even comprehend trusting with his talent portion. The two had fought back-to-back enough times to know exactly how those targets were going to need to be set up.<br>
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The interview felt like it was over before it had even begun and Ronan gave a cheerful wave to the crowd as they all strutted off the stage, some being a bit more animated than others. Cheerful chaps, weren't they? Except for that emo b*****d who refused to smile and lurked around, his head nearly smacking things and all that from just how tall he was. Had a funny name too. Eh. Whatever. Let him pout all he wanted! Just meant that Ronan was gonna take him down! The instant that he entered the tent, he suddenly began to sing, loudly and proudly in a tenor lilt. "It's cold an' raw, the north winds blow black in the mornin' earlyyy when all the hills were covered with snow, oh then i' t'was winter fairlyyy!" He grinned at the other lads, making his way toward his things and opening his bag, snatching out his one and only pair of swimtrunks from inside. Best things he'd ever bought in his life.<br>
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"As I was ridin' o'er the moor I met a farmer's daughteeer! Her cherry cheeks and coal-black hair, they caused me heart ta falteeer!" He very nearly skipped back to the changing rooms, not hesitating as he removed his t-shirt and tossed it behind him, it landing frighteningly on target on his chair before he slipped into the changing room. His almost boisterous voice rang out cheerily even as he continued to change, pieces of clothing flying out over the curtain to land on the floor outside. "I bowed me bonnet very low to let her know me meaniiin'! She answered with a courteous smile! Her looks, they were engagiiin'! 'Where are ye bound, me pretty maid? It's now in the mornin' earlyyy!' The answer that she gave ta me: 'Kind sir, ta sell me barleeey!'"<br>
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Suddenly the curtain flew open and out strode Ronan in his Guinness swim trunks, as proud as anything. Aye, he looked good! He gathered up his clothes and chucked them into his chair on top of his bag, making his way toward the front of the tent and waiting for the stagehand to inform him that it was his time to depart. "Thank ye, lad!" he exclaimed, giving him a hearty pat on the arm before he made his way to the catwalk.<br>
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Aye, now for the fun part! Ronan grinned broadly as he made his way onto the stage and began striding down the catwalk, chin high. Random scars dotted his frame, all mostly shallow, remnants of the fights for his life that he'd had in the past while doing God's bidding. Here and there they cut a little deeper, shining silver in the gleaming sunlight, but he showed no signs of self-consciousness. These were a part of who he was as well. Why should he be ashamed of them? When it came right down to it, he also had those wonderfully awesome broad shoulders and intent muscle definition over his torso, arms, and legs. Wasn't like he should hide what took him so many years of pain and suffering to gain when all that should keep him from showing it off was a few scars. He paused at the end of the catwalk and dramatically flexed his arms downward, emphasizing his biceps and triceps to the extreme, as he gave one large all-encompassing wink to the judges. "Afternoon, lasses!" he said cheerily, grinning at them as he turned and walked back down the catwalk, purposely putting a bit of extra sway into his tush as if he was a female model trying to seduce the world into giving her that little bit of an extra raise. He paused at the end of the catwalk as well and posed dramatically, his hands on his hips and a haughty expression on his face, before he made his way down the steps. As he approached the backstage again, his hearty laugh could still be heard ringing out even by the audience.





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Wes's obvious trembling became more trembling as his turn was getting closer and closer. Why swimsuits? He felt so...exposed. He wasn't that great looking anyway. Nothing special. At least some muscle was starting to build up on him. And his skin was beginning to tan. Horribly. He worked with his shirt off yesterday so that his body wouldn't appear so horribly white compared to his arms and legs. Well, it kinda worked. Thank goodness. Oh god, it was his turn! "Break a leg!" someone behind him encouraged. Sucking in his breath, Wes stepped out. Thankfully, it was warm tonight. With fake confidence, the purple haired man strode across the catwalk, his newly strengthened legs carrying him down easily. He paused for a bit, then turned around and went back. Only when he reached the curtains did he let blush come out. His whole face flushed while he shakily made his way back into the dressing rooms.

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'Poor guy'Leon thought as he saw the purple guy become all red. Must not like crowds...or walking in front of people in just trunks. Whatever, his turn soon. He liked his pair. Summery themed! Would he get extra points for that? Probably mot. But a nice thought. Man, the excitement was going to kill him! If his nervousness didn't. It was going to be fine. He has like, a million older and younger siblings back at home. No sweat! Okay, showtime! Leon decided to go with a causal, nonchalant approach. Nothing special. Act like you don't care. Maybe a little swagger. All too soon, there was the end. And the same walk back. But not without a wave to the audience before he disappeared behind the curtains. Awesome.

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Yes! Oh yes! The part Aqua had been waiting for! The chance to show off his hot body to all the ladies of Obsidian! This part of the competition was going to so easy! The other guys might was well give up now, cause Aqua Avon was in the house! Man, would these other guys hurry up? They're being slow! Oh god, the agony! Faster men, faster! Oh wait, yes! Yes! His turn! His turn! Wait for it...wait for it....now! And he was there, strutting that a** down the catwalk. No need for sunglasses, it was too dark for that. All the better to see his pretty eyes. Bam, he was there, facing the judges again. "Ladies" he greeted, a wink and a sweet smile. "Have a lovely evening" he said and strutted back to where he began. Oh yeah, totally in the bag. Those poor girls were probably fawning obverse him right now. Yeah~
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Oh yes, the real men were at the pageant today! At least those with a good sense of humor, anyway. Aspen made sure to get a good seat ahead of time, with a view of the catwalk but a safe distance from any over-eager fangirls who might ruin the fun. She sat in the third row, beside a little girl who was saving seats for two people. What a crowd! It seemed as though most of the town's women were all gathered here today, the perfect fuel to fire up the manly men's egos even more.

She was totally buying into the hype today, ever since she'd found out that her roommate entered for the competition. She'd even brought some signs to hold up. Many of the contestants were new faces for her, but they were impressive the way they breezed right through the questions. Even that one, what was his name? She asked the little girl, who mouthed the name 'Derek'. Aww, the guy looked like he could use a hug!

Checking the program, she was happy to know that the swimsuit competition was coming up. Oh, but wait.. She glanced at the little girl swinging her feet and excited as anything. Parental guidance alert! This show of manliness wasn't for the little ones. Aspen clapped her hand over the kid's eyes as soon as the first guy stepped on stage. Chiseled perfection, that he was. Then it was finally Aqua's turn, and Aspen momentarily forgot about her supervision duty. "Go baby, go!~ xo's 2 AQUA" The big sign went up, the writing played up in bright colors for the occasion. Aspen could see that Aqua was soaking in all the attention, just like always. But how amazing would it be if he actually became Summer King? There was some tough competition, though. Only time would tell if double-A would take home the coveted prize!
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GOD, that interview went nicely. Wes smirked as he preened in front of his mirror backstage, smoothing a tiny bit of gel onto his hands and sleeking his hair further into its spiky texture. And he'd looked d*mn good doing it too. But for this portion of it...oh wow, he'd be the hottest up there. He glanced around, taking in the two giants and the squirrely kid with the dark hair and the glass. Eh. No competition. The blond with that rather entertaining hat of his...maybe. His answers were pretty d*mn charming and all, and he seemed to exude a sense of confidence without being cocky. How bizarre, to say the least.<br>
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Wes tilted his head a bit to the side, grabbing his long ponytail and slicking it with a tiny bit more hair gel merely to keep it in place. Pfft. Whatever. It was obvious he didn't have that much competition here, if they were going purely by looks. And the swimsuit he was gonna be pulling out? No contest. He slipped his hand into his bag and felt around for the piece of spandex. It was rather tiny and thus easy to miss, but perhaps - Ah-HA! He withdrew it with a triumphant smile, turning it this way and that to be sure it hadn't somehow ripped or anything. Maybe it'd be okay for the others to have rips in their swim trunks or whatever, but with this thing? There was barely anything to cover him up as it was. Any hole meant he might be arrested for indecent exposure.<br>
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This little piece of blue spandex represented just how much of a sense of humor that Mr. Westley Richardson had in regards to this entire competition. Did he wear this when he went to the beach? Pfft. He'd rather have one of the longest pairs of swim trunks that he could find, maybe a tank top over it or something. Showing off one's body was fun and all that, especially if you'd worked as hard on it as he had, but when it came right down to it he didn't actually like showing a ton of skin unless he was working out or in the bedroom. Why else did he wear blazers and long-sleeved shirts and pants and boots and all that? Leave something to the imagination. Give women something to toy with in their imaginations before they found out for sure. But no...that entire audience was getting an eyeful today. He chuckled, a strangely evil sound, before he slipped into the changing rooms and got to work.<br>
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It was definitely quite a bit of work. He'd never felt so awkward as when he tried to figure out just how everything was supposed to fit comfortably without causing any pain or risking him not having children ever again after this five minutes or so. But, finally, everything was adjusted, and he turned to look at himself in the mirror.<br>
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F**K, he looked good! Wes released a low wolf whistle, looking himself from top to bottom with a smirk. A guy like him with a near addiction to exercise certainly had something to show off. While his exercise tactics led away from bulking up and leaned toward getting lean and fit, almost like a soccer player, it didn't give him a reason to regret it. His body was sleek and fit, definition around his abdomen in the form of a relaxed six-pack and a nice chisel to his biceps and triceps. His hips were incredibly narrow, making his shoulders look a bit broader than they usually might in the outfits he typically wore. But his legs, d*mn, did they look hot. Just enough definition to give him a strong calf and thigh muscle on each before they slimmed down toward his ankle.<br>
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"F**k yes," he whispered, tossing his ponytail over his shoulder again and adjusting the goggles on his forehead that he always seemed to wear. Perfect. GOD, he looked perfect. Wes chuckled as he slipped out of the changing room and made his way straight toward the stage, hearing his name called for cueing and what not.<br>
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The second he hit the catwalk, his face slipped into a more focused expression. His lips pouted outward slightly, cheekbones high and toned, and he swaggered confidently, arms swinging freely by his sides. He reached the end of the catwalk and tossed his head a bit, just a little glimpse of that sense of humor of his, before he posed dramatically, one hand on one of his jutting hips and the other burying itself in his hair as he tilted his head back, eyes closing and lips opening in a silent sigh. God, this was priceless. He spun around, gave his booty a hearty smack, and sauntered his way back down the catwalk, trying his hardest not to grin. There'd be time for that later, while preparing for the other portions. Not now. Hold it in.<bR>
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On the very instant that his foot hit the beginning of the catwalk again, he spun around and looked straight at little Miss Madison LaRosa. Ah...Angel... He lifted his hand and pressed a kiss to it before blowing it toward her, winking as his lips curved into a sensual smirk. Mmm. Take that. He then turned and made his way backstage again, head still held high and smirk on his lips. God, he felt good.

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The following contestants have not posted for the swimwear portion:
  • Charlie Collins
    <br>Marzell Feldt
    <br>Camille Ferrer
    <br>Fred Blossom
    <br>Tenjukai Sajotae
    <br>Derek Tanner
    <br>Justinius Servius
There is no rush! Please post at your own pace. These dates are simply when the next round is open for posting. The deadline for all replies is SEPTEMBER 28TH, so the judges can have time to decide and announce the results on September 30th.
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As far as interviews went, Abe figured his went well. No one died, that was good. With the way his life was sometimes, he realised that if you could say "well at least no one died" then things were okay, which said some things about his life, but oh well! He wasn't so sure about some of his answers, a few of them had kind of tumbled out of his mouth without any rhyme or reason, but show business had made him a pretty decent public speaker. In fact, it was good for anything done in the public eye. Crime included, curiously enough.<br><br>

He had meant every word he said, though. Abe was a good liar, sure, but that didn't mean he liked lying, especially when the truth would suffice. He sat before the mirror, running his hands through his hair and staring at his reflection. Hopefully his answers made sense, they certainly made sense in his head. The young man let out a short sigh, sorting out his parting so his hair split right in the centre. It was a bright periwinkle, as always, freshly dyed yesterday evening, so none of his roots showed through the purple.<br><br>

Part of him had considered going black for this, maybe even cutting his hair. It was a little bit more of a genuine look, but at the same time not at all. There was a fine line between genuine as in natural and genuine as in classic Abraham. Purple hair was certainly more 'him' than black, besides, who else here had purple hair? No one, especially not another man. Though that guy over there has blue hair... he thought, observing his competition. That would draw attention away from his mane. Abe shrugged at his reflection, his personality would probably compensate for it. He was good at that.<br><br>

Another soft sigh, first up was the swimsuit, if he wasn’t mistaken. This was the bit he was least looking forward too. Abraham could throw an outfit together no problem; the problem with swimsuits was that they relied on one article of clothing and one only. And that was a pair of glorified boxers. Really, what else could they be? A glorified pair of briefs, maybe? he said to himself, as he saw Wes pass by him, dressed in a speedo. “Good luck out there!” he called, figuring the redhead didn’t need it, but hey! It was all in the name of good sportsmanship. Was that what it was called, even when there were no actual, physical sports involved? Continuing on the previous thought, swimsuits weren’t quite his favourite things to shop for, and therefore he was really more psyched about the other fashion displays the evening had to offer.<br><br>

Abraham shook himself, staring at the mirror before rising slowly. He could do this! Just one catwalk between him and actual clothes, right? He shook off his street clothes, clambering into his swim trunks. There was no awkward adjusting needed this time, they fit like a glove, only they were pants. As an added touch, he threw a yellow button-up shirt on top, purposefully neglecting to do any actual buttoning. Maybe it robbed him of a chance to show off his back muscles, but the shirt made him feel a little bit more comfortable, and in things like these that was what was important. His shorts were white, with a little colour around the legs. Abraham had a tendency to opt with white colours when choosing clothes, it just reflected his personality more.<br><br>

Purple hair, remember?<br><br>

At least his body was in okay shape, not like some of the other guys here. He was on the more lean side, most of his muscles came from his work. Lifting dancers, hoisting props, scooping ice cream, so while he wasn’t going to be lifting hundreds of pounds anytime soon, he looked good enough to go out there in a swimsuit. Oh, and he tanned easy. Thank you, Asian blood! He examined himself once more in the mirror, flipping one lock of hair onto the other side of the parting. Aaaaand perfect! he thought, grinning at his reflection.<br><br>

“Abraham Marrow to the stage!” a voice called, giving him flashbacks to a season ago, when it was him backstage calling the names. Chris’s included. Perhaps she would have been backstage, too, until the Mayor mentioned the Spring Queen winners judging, and—well, there she was! She was naturally critical of everything, so it was a perfect fit. Though it would have been better if there were girls up on the stage, instead. She was even better at judging them, she said it was because it was easier to compare herself to them or someth—“Abraham Marrow!”<br><br>

He hopped up. “Coming!~” he shouted, before hurrying to the stage. Abraham collected himself, taking a slow and steady breath, like he did before a heist. Never let his emotions get in the way, or at least try to keep them out of the way. That was easier said than done, with some of the things he had encountered. Showtime, he thought, stepping out onto the stage. A wide smile spread easily across his features, and he waved cheerily. “Hello!” he chirped, not really bothering with the whole idea of not talking to the audience. They could deal with a little greeting. He strutted down the catwalk, the picture of confidence, even if inside he felt a little silly.<br><br>

Funny, how he could dress as a woman and feel nothing but happy, and put him in a swimsuit and ask him to walk a few feet and he was like “Ehhhh...” That was the way the cookie crumbled! The stage was a little cold on his bare feet, but they quickly warmed up as he walked down the stage. At the end, he beamed at the judges, singling Chris out with a wink. All in good fun, and really he had forgotten what it was like to be on stage like this. It felt really, really good. Like that sudden breath of fresh air after being underwater for a while, because it kind of burned, but in a good way. Because you knew you were really living again, and for him, that was the essence of why he acted.<br><br>

To be honest, he was a little disappointed when he saw that he was almost home. He turned right before he vanished behind the curtain to grin at the audience, and bowed deeply. Next was the free-for-all, perfect. Still grinning widely, he hopped into the dressing room, bidding his fellow contestants a hearty, “Hi there!” There was no stopping him now, God no. He was on a roll and it would take a dynamite to stop him. Without thinking, he vanished behind a curtain, hurriedly pulling off his swimming trunks and replacing it with his next outfit.<br><br>

This, he quite liked. It was a little more him, and he felt a lot more comfortable in it. And no, it wasn’t a dress. Chris had forbidden him, just this once. “No one can look prettier in a dress than me,” she had said, laughing. Not that he figured she was being serious, but you never knew with Chris. Chuckling at the memory, he pulled a green and purple vest over his head. “Ahhh~!” he sighed happily at the feeling of the wool over his shirt. That was a welcome feeling after parading about with no shirt on. He emerged from behind the curtain, humming to himself. He rummaged around his suitcase, shaking out a grey hat, which he quickly fitted over his head.<br><br>

“There!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. Much better. Sure, he didn’t look as... sexy (could that word ever be used to describe him?) in this, but he liked it well enough. It was a little more Abrahamic than the swimsuit, and he felt right as rain in it, perfectly comfortable. Changed and raring to go, he sat in the chair and waited for his turn. Through the mirror, he observed the other contestants. He knew a few of them. Wes, of course, he figured the guy remembered him, too. It was hard to forget the ice skating, and that ride up, goodness. Then there was Michael, the oldest contestant, he figured. Abe couldn’t see him taking this seriously. Other than that... he glanced around. Nope! Didn’t know a sole, which said a lot about the company he kept, meaning that he only knew women. It wasn’t like he did it on purpose, it just... happened. Not that he minded, his best friend on Earth was a woman, and they were always less likely to find him ridiculously obnoxious. Usually.<br><br>

Frankly, Abe was just looking forward to his talent. No one would see it coming. Or, they might, but they would hopefully have a good time anyway. And more important, he would have fun. Oh, yes he would. Abraham smirked, leaning back in his chair, so he balanced on one leg. Mother would flip if she could see me now... he thought, not for the first time in his life. Everything about this, right now. Where he was living, who he was living with, what he did for a living, what colour he dyed his hair, the fact that he was on one chair leg and balanced precariously between the ground and sitting. It wasn’t like he was doing it on purpose, Abe wasn’t some kid with a rebellious streak. This. All of this right now, it was what made him happy.<br><br>

It would be nice if it worked out so he could please his parents and himself, but he had learned a while ago that it was better to please the latter first. <br><br>

“Abraham Marrow to the stage, again!” the stagehand called. Abe jumped, chair clattering to four legs. He bounced up, admiring himself in the mirror with a small smile. Okay, you got through the first part, now it’s the same song and dance, only with more clothes on. He adjusted his hat, flicked a strand of hair from his nose, and hurried out. The stagehand nodded to him in greeting, a lot less enthusiastic about his job than he had been. Abe hopped up and down, humming softly to himself as he waited to be told to go ahead. “Your turn,” he said at length, being a little bit of a buzz kill with that monotone of his.<br><br>

No matter, thought Abe with a grin. I got this. He stepped onto stage for the second time, a cocky grin quirked his lips. Abraham moved down the catwalk, shining his knuckles on his vest, attempting to come off as kind of cool. He hoped it was working, he felt like it was working. No one was laughing, anyway. Abe, a lot more comfortable in his own clothes, spun once, chuckling softly. God, this was fun. Even better than before. He had missed it so much, he didn’t even realise it until now. At the end of the catwalk, he stopped abruptly. For a moment he figured he would do the same as before, but wait! He had an accessory he could put to use.<br><br>

Abe winked again, placing one hand on the brim of his hat and whoosh! threw it in the air, catching it again as it fell. He placed it haphazardly on his head, saluting the judges casually as he walked back down. So he might look a little silly, who cared? He was having fun, so the audience would be having fun too. He waved casually at the audience as he vanished backstage for a second time, laughing to himself on his way back to the dressing room.<br><br>

Could this just go on forever, please?

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