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| Ashleigh825 | Sep 22 2011, 09:07 PM Post #31 |
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Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center height="502" width="400" background="http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae104/Ashleigh825/Graphics/Tables/kimposttable.png"> <tr> <td> <div style="position:relative; width:329px; height:200px; right:0px; left:30px; top:118px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto; padding:2px;"> [align=right] Date: Winter 7, 09; 10:00am<br> Round: Talent<br> Mood: Exhilarated<br> Tag: Open<br><br>[/align] That’s it… I’m dead… Kimberly thought with devastating finality to herself, sinking lower and lower into her seat backstage until she was in danger of crumpling to the floor and disappearing through the floorboards. The Goddess had not answered the young priestess’ frantic prayers in the five minutes allotted between the end of the last round and this one. Kimberly was still sitting here in dread, not having any idea of what to do or how she was going to survive this last round. Talent… she had no talent. She was, as far as she could tell, utterly useless in every way imaginable… she wasn’t even good at being a priestess! <br><br> Maybe I can fake being sick and sneak home… she thought to herself. Of course, she’d have to find a way to get Arthur out of there, too. She wasn’t about to run off and leave her only friend to the wolves! They had agreed to join this silly pageant together and if they were going to back out, they were going to back out together. <br><br> Kimberly was just about to jump up to go scurry and track down the priest when she heard her name being called from the stage and her gut sank, tears threatening to overwhelm her. Oh no… oh no oh no oh no… what am I going to do?! I have nothing! she moaned inwardly, frozen in her jolt of panic. <br><br> It wasn’t until she felt a hand on her shoulder and heard a blissfully familiar voice murmur in her ear that Kimberly dared look up. “Get your formalwear on quickly. Just follow my lead and you’ll be fine,” Arthur told her quietly, lightly nudging her towards her self-made changing corner and disappearing behind the curtain before Kimberly had a chance to object or inquire about his sanity. What on earth was going on? Well, it wasn’t like she had much time to ponder. She had to change again in five seconds flat and meet him out there for… whatever he had planned. Now Kimberly was thankful she’d brought an extra dress with her to this just in case the one she originally planned to wear got ruined. It had been the cheapest one on the clearance rack, but Kimberly liked it for its elegant simplicity. <br><br> Whirling into her formal things faster than she’d previously thought humanly possible, Kimberly nervously entered the stage to see Arthur standing in the centre, wearing a rather dashing tux, with a small boombox on a little table in one corner. <br><br> Um. What? <br><br> “And for our next talent piece, we have two of our contestants performing a ballroom waltz together. Please give a round of welcoming applause for Ms. Kimberly Swanson and Mr. Arthur Jamison,” the announcer grinned out at the audience before respectfully bowing out of the spotlight and allowing the priest and priestess to take the stage. Kimberly felt her gut drop out of her abdomen and sink into the floor. <br><br> “What are you thinking?!” she hissed to her friend under her breath so no one but the two of them could hear as Arthur assumed the proper waltz position with his dance partner, wrapping one arm around her waist and clasping her hand with the other. <br><br> “Trust me,” was all he whispered back with just the smallest fragment of a smile before the lights dimmed and a spotlight was put on the two of them. The music began; a fluid, elegant classical number Kimberly wasn’t familiar with. Frantically, Kimberly tried to remember the few years of dance class she was forced into as a child. Waltz was… a three step pattern, right? Arthur began with his left foot, assuming the lead and Kimberly naturally followed with her right and in moments, it was clear that he was following a simple three step pattern that seemed to move in a vaguely square motion. <br><br> Okay. I can follow that, at least, Kimberly tried to assure herself, trying her hardest not to look down at her feet as she complimented Arthur’s simple but graceful, fluid movements with her own. This… actually wasn’t the nightmare she had predicted it was going to be. As lovely as the two must have looked gliding smoothly across the stage together in fluid turns and swirls, Arthur was obviously aware of his partner’s lack of experience and kept the steps simple, only occasionally straying from the simple 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 pattern to perform a more elaborate movement that involved swinging the priestess away from him and gently twirling her back. Somehow, he had the skill to make her look far more talented and graceful at this than she really was… where had he learned to dance so well, anyway?! This discovery was a completely unexpected one to Kimberly. <br><br> Eventually, Kim’s posture started to relax and she forgot about the crowd of spectators watching them and the panel of judges scrutinising their every movement and found herself lost in the moment; lost in the music and flowing dance pattern of the waltz. It was a moment in which the outside world fell away and only a small portion of the earth remained, with the subjects at the very centre of that small portion; in this case, Arthur and Kimberly. Kimberly hadn’t had very many moments like that before and certainly never while dancing on a stage in a lovely dress in front of a crowd of people. It was such an alien feeling for her, but she found that she was enjoying every moment of it. <br><br> Kimberly almost didn’t register the music fading away or the applause from the crowd until Arthur came to a smooth halt and removed his arm from her waist, maintaining a hold on her hand just long enough to gently tug her down into a graceful bow with him and for the first time during this entire terrifying ordeal, Kimberly was beaming. It was a genuine smile of exhilaration and delight, rather than the forced ones stemming from nerves she’d been struggling to maintain in previous rounds. <br><br> The normally self-conscious girl now bowing and smiling on the stage actually felt like a princess. Whether she actually received a crown for her troubles today didn’t really matter. It wouldn’t take this feeling away. It was just a thing and a title. This was so much better than any crown or title the mayor could bestow upon her. <br><br> “Thank you!” she mouthed to her friend, still smiling radiantly as they were whisked off the stage to make room for the next act. <br><br> <br> {{ IMPORTANT: Poppy and I had planned to do this a little while ago, but Poppy’s been too busy to post, so she gave me permission to use Arthur for this round so that Kimberly could still finish the pageant. }} </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Sep 23 2011, 02:28 AM Post #32 |
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Divine the guys [dohtml] <table align=center width="381" cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr><td background="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s16/rastanton94/Bckgrnds/90.png" height=32></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="737CA1"><font color=463E3F size=1><div align=center><font face=times size=4> <br> ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() <br> "Divine" Betha Fandell, Jay Smallwood, Karma Ridgeway, Harrison Samuels, and Ethan Ching <br> Outfit <br> Mood: Confident, Musically <br> Tag: Open, Jay, Karma, Ethan, Harrison <br> Round: Talent <br> Winter 7th09<br></font><br> 10:00 AM</div> <br><br> This.....this she could live with. Divine just needed Jay to remind her on exactly who she was. "Girl, you're Lyzander Fandell's fabulous sister. The beautiful princess to his kingdom with the voice of an angel. Anything he can do, you can do better, girl. He plays, you sing. He drinks, and you make sure the castle doesn't come crashing down. Now go out there, dazzle them. Wow them. You dressed to kill, now knock 'em dead!" <p> Divine gave him a big hug afterwards, thanking him for the big, brotherly advice. And now, it was time to take the stage. She wasn't sure that singing would truly out shine the dancing before her (which was a very lovely dance), but it never hurt to try, right? <p> "And next up is Betha Fandell, and her band of music makers! Come on out!" the Mayor cried over the sound system, and the small band made their way on stage. The boys picked up their instruments, and Divine her spot at the microphone, gasping the steel stand in her hand, taking, long, slow breaths in efforts calm herself down before they even started. Their silence over took the crowd, as everyone quieted in the crowd, shushing and shoosings echoing around. <p> Divine glanced back at the boys, raising a hand to begin snapping before turning back the crowd. As she began to sing, Ethan joined in on the piano, and the rest went like: <p> "She keeps Moet et Chandon, In her pretty cabinet. 'Let them eat cake' she says, just like Mary Antoinette! A built-in remedy, for Kruschev and Kennedy, at anytime an invitation, you can't decli-hiiine" <p> "Caviar and cigarettes, well verse in etiquette, extraordinarily nice" <p> "She's a Killer Queen, gunpowder, guillotine, dynamite with a laser beam" <p> "Guaranteed to blow your mi-hiind" <p> "Anytime" <p> "Recommended at the price, insatiable an appetite" <p> "Wanna try?" <p> "To avoid complications, she never kept the same address. In conversation, she spoke just like a baroness. Met a man from China, went down to Geisha Minah, then again incidentally, if you're that way inclin-hiind" <p> "Perfume came naturally from Paris, for cars she couldn't care less, fastidious and preci-iiise" <p> "She's a Killer Queen, gunpowder, guillotine, dynamite with a laser beam" <p> "Guaranteed to blow your mi-hiind" <p> "Anytime" <p> "Ooh la la la, lalalala, la la, lalala, la la, lalalaaa" Divine sang along with the start of the instrumental, her eyes closed at this point as she did a swaying dance with the microphone and stand. The crowd chose now to let whoops and whistles, cheering as Divine began to prance around the stage, using the microphone as a dance partner, flipping her back and forth with the music before coming to a stand still to move on with the song. <p> "Drop of a hat she's as willing as, playful as a pussy cat, Then momentarily out of action" <p> "Temporarily out of gas, to absolutely drive you wiiiiild. Wiiiiiilld!" <p> "She's all out to get youuuu" <p> "She's a Killer Queen, gunpowder, guillotine, dynamite with a laser beam" <p> "Guaranteed to blow your mi-hiind" <p> "Anytime" <p> "Recommended at the price, insatiable an appetite" <p> "Wanna try?" <p> You wanna tryyy?" Divine ended the song with a question, her hand extended to the audience. The crowd went wild as the boys finished up the song on their own. She took a bow, letting the cheers wash over her and the boys. Now this is truly what she was born for, being on the stage. Too bad those weren't her true ambitions. But it was over. She could go backstage, watch everyone else make fools of themselves, hear the winner, and leave. Done and hopefully soon, done. <br> </font></td></tr><tr><td background="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s16/rastanton94/Bckgrnds/90.png" height="32"></td></tr></table></div> [/doHTML] |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Sep 25 2011, 03:47 AM Post #33 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center width="381" cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr><td background="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s16/rastanton94/Bckgrnds/blackwhiterandom.jpg" height=32></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="5C5858"><font color=FFFFFF size=1><div align=center><font face=times size=4> <br> <br> Buchi Tei <br> Outfit, katana sword <br> Mood: Pumped <br> Tag: "The Snow Dragon King" <br> Round: Talent <br> Winter 7th09<br></font><br> 10:00 AM</div> <br><br> Talent! Now, what his exact talent? It could have been a lot of things, but Buchi had to say that martial arts and sword fighting were his main strengths. True, his outfit was more ninja like than his home land's traditional fighting garb, but it would do anyway. This would have to be a small fight, seeing as the stage wasn't big enough to handle a full scale "battle". He felt excited knowing he would hit the stage and show Obsidian his true calling. Would any of his co-workers from the cafe be in the crowd? Some of his classmates from school? Anybody he would know? Hopefully! <p> "And now, for a story! Are we ready everybody?" the Mayor's voice boomed over the microphone. A few claps and cheers could be heard, and a stage hand began to talk. "This is a story from afar, in the land of China. High up in the snowy mountains to the south, there was a small village. This village, had a problem. Children from the village were being kidnapped in the night. And the culprit, was the fearsome Dragon King!" <p> A figure clad in an ice blue suit burst onto the stage. He had a helmet that resembled a dragon, but his outfit was much like Buchi's. A few boos could be heard, but the Dragon King did not care. He simply flexed, a big grin on his face. The stage hand continued on with the story. "Fearing for the children's lives, the village sent it's best warrior to the Dragon King's lair. And there, they fought" <p> Taking that as his cue, Buchi slipped through the curtains. He got some cheers instead, probably as everyone saw him as the hero. He faced the Dragon King, drawing his sword from it's sheath, the King doing the same. "It's over Dragon King, I have come to vanquish you!" the hero cried. "Muwahaha, you shall never defeat me, peasant! It is you who shall be vanquished!" the King cried back. And so their fight began" <p> As soon as the word "began" was said, the King lunged forward, his arm swinging forward to slice at him. Buchi blocked, kicking him away. He went after him, stabbing that the air, attempting to slash at his adversary. He should have anticipated this. The King was just as good a swordsman as him. But they couldn't sit here all night swiping at each other. This would need to be quick. <p> The King retaliated, and the two went into a flurry of jabs, swipes, and slashes. They blocked, they dodged, and the King knocked Buchi's sword out of his hand. There was a gasp from the crowd as his sword clattered to the floor several feet away from him. That was....unexpected. Buchi looked back to the king, his eyes widening in surprise as the King charged, sword whirling around to strike. He sidestepped out of the way, but was surprised as his enemy quickly turned to face him once again. <p> Buchi ducked, rolling way and scrambled for his sword. "Don't run from me!" an all too familiar voice roared at him. His hand was extended, almost at the hilt of his sword when a blade came slamming down next to him. Flipping himself around, Buchi kicked the King away, grabbing his blade and jumping the flailing man. He knocked the King to the ground, jabbing his blade in his enemy's face, the point just inches from breaking skin. <p> It took a few moments, but the stage hand remembered his lines. "'Leave this land' the warrior had said, 'Never come back. Return the children you have stolen'. The Dragon King agreed. He fled the land and brought back the children to the village. The warrior became a hero, and he protected his home for the rest of his days. And even today, his ancestors watch over the village. Just in case the Dragon King ever returns" <p> Buchi helped his adversary up, and the duo faced the crowd, bowing. The audience went wild, clapping, cheering, hollering. Sheathing their swords, the swordsman made their way backstage. They disappeared behind a vanity curtain, pulling off their costumes. <p> "Well, that was fun. Gotta a little exciting there. Thanks for helping me out, bro" <p> "Whatever you say, Buchi boy. But remember you owe me" Korai replied. <br> </font></td></tr><tr><td background="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s16/rastanton94/Bckgrnds/blackwhiterandom.jpg" height="32"></td></tr></table></div> [/doHTML] |
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| Alison Summers ♪ | Sep 25 2011, 01:48 PM Post #34 |
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All Hail the Crimson King
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[dohtml] <br><br> <table border="0" align=center width="640" height="362"background="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i233/KaliRalter/Alison/amyback.png"> <td> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:430px; height:265px; right:150px; left:15px; top:26px; bottom:100px; overflow:auto;"> ![]() <br>Alison Summers<br> <br>Round: Talent <br>Date: Winter 7, 09 10:00 am <br>Mood: Calm <br>Tag: Open <br> <br><br>At long last it was finally here. After four rounds of frantic, hectic, craziness here they were at the final round of the competition. All of her hard work was finally going to come to an end. One way or another they would find out exactly who was the fairest in the land of Obsidian...at least until they had another beauty competition. It seemed like this was a pretty popular event around here after all. <br><br> Alison thought for a moment what it would be like to win the competition. She had never competed in one of these things and never really thought that she would. Yet here she was, on the verge of finishing this winter beauty pageant. Even now with all that she had been through she still found that she had no idea of what to expect when the judges made their final decisions. 'There were so many good contestants the judges are going to have a tough choice ahead of them.' <br><br> There would be time to think about all of that after everything was finally said and done however. For the last time she reminded herself to remain focused so that she could finish this competition strong. The last thing she needed was to let her concentration slip now, at the very end. <br><br> The redhead had spent a good deal of thought on what her talent could be. She had no clue what the crowd and judges would even want to see and not only that but what could she do? Play soccer, travel around the around the world, grow a potato, yes she could do all those things and very well but those skills wouldn't work to show off as her talent. <br><br> No, she had been forced to go much deeper to find the talent she was going to show and even now wasn't sure if she had made right decision. It was something that she hadn't tried since she was a little girl but as she practiced and prepared her old skill came back quickly enough. <br><br> It had been a long time since she had done any dancing. Her mother had taught her Scottish stepdancing when she was a girl and Alison had actually gotten pretty good at it but all that was long ago and when she had tried some of the jumps and light landings after so long she had nearly broken her foot. Still, with practice it had all come back to her now and and she felt like she was ready. <br><br> Her clothing for this round wasn't so fancy as the clothes she had bought for the other stages of the competition but they were significant to her. She had even dug around in some of her the packed boxes that still dotted her house and found her family tartan. In truth she looked like she was ready for the highland games but that was fine with her as she didn't feel right wearing anything less than traditional clothes. <br><br> Alison closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she waited for her music to start. There would be no names this time just the performance. That was fine with her as she didn't want to think about this any more than she had too. She had never actually performed for anyone so the less she thought about the performance ahead the less she would worry. <br><br> When the music finally did start she wasted no time. She was out from behind the curtain and up on stage in the blink of an eye, her feet moving like two blurs along the floor. As was common with stepdance her upper body remained perfectly still and unmoving. She leapt caught herself on the ball of her feet and leapt again, always moving forward as she made her way to the center of the stage before the judges. The steady drone of the highland pipes set the pace as the fast percussion of hand drums beat out a steady beat. <br><br> For many, stepdance was something that was quite enthralling to watch. How did one move so fast and freely while holding keeping their upper body so rigid? Alison hoped that would be the case here as she didn't want all of her hard work to be undone by a bad performance. Despite her worries however, she found that she was extraordinarily calm. It felt good to be here doing this after she had left the skill behind so long ago. At least now her mum couldn't say that the spirited redhead lass that had always been interested more running, playing and farming than cooking, sewing and dancing hadn't listened to any of her lessons. 'She would be proud to see me now, not embarrassed like so often was the case when I was younger.' and that at least was a comforting thought. <br><br> As the song finished Alison landed as lightly on her toes and gave a small curtsey as the crowd cheered. There it was she was, she was finally done. She paused for a moment to catch her breath and then she straightened herself up and gave a final wave to the crowd before heading backstage. Now for the moment of truth and the rankings. What place would she get? Only the judges knew. <br><br><br> </div> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Greek | Sep 26 2011, 03:56 AM Post #35 |
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Round: Talent Date: Winter 7, Year 9 Time: 10 am Tag: Open "Zareen!" Not five minutes were Zeharah off the stage when she saw that bright blond hair sticking out above boxes of equipment. When the girl heard her name called she turned around, that pale face looking up at Zeharah with wide, puffy, red eyes. "Zeh..." The girl started to sob and ran out of her hiding spot to run over to Zeharah and throw herself into her older sister's arms. "I'm sorry... your dress. I dropped it and it got dirty and-and I didn't know what to do!" The girl blurted out all at once. "It's okay little Zareen," Zeharah squeezed her sister in a tight embrace, "I'm so glad you're okay. I was so-so worried." Zeharah nearly started crying herself. It was hard to hold it back, when so many things could have been different. What if some terrible person took her? "Oh, Zari. Come on, you're not leaving my sight for the rest of the day." "But what about the pageant?" "All that's left is the talent part, and I want you to dance on stage with me." Zeharah tapped the girl's nose with her finger. A gesture that little Zareen complained about often because it made her feel like a toddler. This time, however, the girl let it pass and at the mention of dancing her face lit up. There was nothing in the world she loved more than to dance with big sis Zeh. "Come on, let's get ready." Zeh lead the girl backstage to the practice area to do a quick rundown of the dance they'll do. The dance is, of course, something so familiar to them they could perform it blindfolded. The "Dance of the Apprentice" was a special dance to the Hornbeam family. To their gypsy heritage, the dance was an initiation of sorts, and the most exotic and complicated dance in the family. Zeharah went ahead and changed into her own dance outfit that she made weeks before. A midriff top made with snow-leopard print fabric and a white skirt. Then she quickly scoured the backstage for any articles of clothing that just so happened to be hanging around. With luck she found a white dress that on a grown woman would go up to mid-thigh but on Zareen it would be knee length. After adjusting the straps they were good to go. Shortly thereafter a stage hand called Zeharah to the stage. Hand in hand the two ran through the curtain and to middle of the platform. After quickly bowing to the audience the two let go of the other's hands and took several, fluid steps away from each other. Each moving at exactly the same pace, and without pause or hesitation. Suddenly, as if a signal were given the two flew forward simultaneously. Arms in the air they landed beside one another. There was no need of music for this dance. The beat lived inside them and it showed through their movements. Legs sweeping across the stage, and timed jumps to just miss that leg, they moved like intricate clockwork. Each movement fast and full of life in their dance of ebb and flow. Zareen would jump into the air as Zeharah rolled under her only to jump up and spin, her leg passing over Zareen as she crouched at the end of her jump. They danced like that for two breathless minutes. Finally as their performance reached it's climax Zeharan arched her back and Zareen sprang forward to jump off Zeharah's back and perform a backflip in the air. The moment Zareen jumped off her Zeharah spun around and back and caught her sister. Like that they posed for the crowd. Panting the two sisters stood, did a bow and danced their way backstage where the two collapsed outside the curtain. Overtaken by laughs and neither of them could stop smiling. |
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| Alma | Sep 26 2011, 07:38 PM Post #36 |
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That's the machine that goes 'PING!'
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=500 bgcolor=#00CDCD style="border:3px solid #CECEC3;"> <tr> <td> [align=center]JUDGING[/align]<br> <br> Finally, the exciting and thrilling competition was over! With the crowd awed and cheering at the top of their lungs for each talent, it was clear that the entire festival was a complete and utter success. The Mayor took the stage once again and silenced the crowd with a raised hand. "Once again, I'd like to thank all of the contestants for coming out and giving us an exciting show today!" The crowd whooped and hollered all over again, nearly shaking the walls of the estate. "Our judges are now dismissed to deliberate, and in just a short while we'll have the winners announced!"<br> <br> <hr> <br> <br> Late posts are still accepted, just like through the entire competition thus far, and the winner will be announced on or before September 30th~<br> <br> Judges, please do all of your deliberating in private and select a representative to PM me all of the titles that you are giving out and to whom. Do your best to reach a mutual consensus! </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Oct 1 2011, 02:52 AM Post #37 |
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Whoops!
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=500 bgcolor=#00CDCD style="border:3px solid #CECEC3;"> <tr> <td> [align=center]THE RESULTS![/align]<br> <br> And so, with the judges locked away in their deliberation, the crowd is left with nothing to do but to wait in anticipation. After what must feel like an eternity (especially to the competitors), the cheerful trio finally returns to view to a large reaction, more than likely for the piece of paper they are toting along rather than any one of them. Exchanging brief pleasantries with the Mayor as they surrender the results, the judging trio makes their way back to their table so that their decisions may be read.<br> <br> ”Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please!” With those simple words, anybody that wasn't aware of what was going on certainly is now. Unfolding the paper and scanning it's contents for a few moments, the Mayor finally speaks again. ”First of all, our runner-up contestants! First is our Snow Prince...Ian Fairholm! As for our Snow Princess, please put your hands together for...Kimberly Swanson!” With that, a brief break is taken so that the two can collect their crowns and their well deserved applause. With the stage cleared, the Mayor stands back up to the microphone to continue.<br> <br> ”And now it is time for your King and Queen! First of all, your Queen. Hailing from Scotland...Alison Summers! As for your King this season...the man from China, Buchi Tei! Come on up and get your crowns! You've earned them!” Taking another break from the microphone, the stage is primed for the winners to come up and receive their opportunity to bask in the glory. With crowns placed upon heads and plenty of time for photo takers, the Mayor speaks up again. ”And with that, I would like to thank you all for coming to our pag...”<br> <br> Out of the corner of his eye, the man can't help but notice the trio of judges making a flipping motion with their hands. Catching on, the man flips the piece of paper over and scratches his chin in thought before making his way back to the mike. ”Apologies, but it seems that we aren't quite finished here! The judges seem to have taken it upon themselves to include a few more distinctions for our contestants! First up, we have Best Wardrobe. The winner...Zaharah Hornbeam! Next, we have Most Impressive Talent. Your winner is Betha Fandell! Most Innovative is next...and it's William Goodrick! Last but not least is Favorite Interview...and the winner is Arthur Jamison! Congratulations, you four! And congratulations again to our royalty! This concludes our Snow Royalty Pageant! Hope you all had a good time!”<br> <br> <br> <hr> <br> <br> Wow...just wow. I just wanna let you all know that this wasn't easy for anybody to vote on. The winners in particular did a rather sound job of making me want to pull my hair out the past couple of days. Everybody that participated should be proud, because you all did a hell of a job. Congrats to our winners! ^_^ </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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