finally the men have to suck up to us, and sleep with us....and.............i'll shut up...but i nominate myself as a judge.
JUDGE TYRA
5'11"
sassy cropped, shoulder lenght hair
tanned skin
piercing grey eyes
curvy, but not at all overweight
adorned in a short wool grey pleated skirt, a white cotton fitted shirt, 3/4 sleeves, and stretched taut against her frame, classic black shoes, and hair tossed back with her fingers.
Judge Judea
hazel eyes
dark strawberry blond hair
black leather pants with lots of cool silver studs and silver shirt with black vest - and black combat boots
Guess I get to be the first contestant, not sure if that's a good thing or not though...
Lee
6', 185 pounds, dark brown hair, deep brown eyes (once described to me as teddy bear eyes)
I've not described attire, because I figured that would depend on the portion of the pageant, for evening wear, it would be a classic, shawl collar tuxedo though .
Teen Pop Queen Brittany Spheres, 19 yrs old, 5'8", 115lbs, 36c breasts (could they be implants? Brittany is not saying!) Invited to be a celebrity judge at the pageant.
4 judges and one guy?
Well.... if I have to even up the odds.... lol, I might at well toss my ass into the ring.
What?.... ....
No, I am not wearing a hat, why do you ask?
Oh.... whoops, I mean Hat, I throw my hat into the.... oh nevermind.
A name, crap I am bd at names. How about Pooh, Winnie the Pooh, lol.
Name, is Pooh.
ummm, I am wearing sandals, and a toothbrush, it's my evening wear. LOL, no. How about a gray three piece suit, with a white corsa.. a white corseia.... A rose, ok, a white rose, who would make a flower have such a complicated name anyway.
I have deep, ummm, (whats sexy? oh... ok) green eyes.
(green isn't sexy? wait... it's like the big foot thing? Ok, I get you)
Deep dark deep dark dark deep and deep green eyes. a crop of short brown hair, and a childish grin.
Since I walked out on the other thread I figure if Shila is in charge then dammit I got to join introducing Gary Coleman, no no that's not it. Introducing Elroy Jetson no no that's not him either I got it......introducing the World Famous JayDen Escobar aka AZ. ( Ah him again. SHADDUP)
JayDen Escobar aka AZ
Age: 22
Description: A muscular African American dressed in baggy Fubu jeans and T-shirt with a black leather Roc-a-wear jacket. He wears a gold necklace with gold and diamond X pendant. He has a large cross tatoo that covers most of his back and a barcode tatoo on his neck and a pimp cane (Asya: J we can't find the pimp cane). Ok on second thought cancel the pimp cane
I walked into the large backstage area with the cell phone to my ear. "Yeah ... uh-huh ... yeah... no, I heard you! I gotta go.. I'm here... yeah... no, I'm here. I'll have to talk to you later.... no... okay, we'll talk about the photo shoot later... tell Playboy no way... I have an image to uphold... (long pause) I may be a filthy little slut in real life, but that's between you, me, and the Backstreet Boys isn't it? Okay, now that we have that settled, I've got to go get ready for the show... thanks." I hung up the cell phone and turned it off. I didn't need any more disturbances.
I looked around the backstage area and noticed that there were lot's of gorgeous bodies around. This was going to be fun! Now... who would get my vote?
Hehe, can I join in? Every pagent needs a director to tell da guys where to go and strut their stuff.
Devlyn Wynters
Asian, 5'2"
37 years old
Small, lean build with perky handfuls in all the right places. Long blue-black hair worn in an intricate braid that hangs down to my cute curvy butt.
Director of the Pagent and close friends with da Judges. <wink>
Wearing black 4 inch heels, silk tan stockings, dark blue and dusky rose colored skirt & jacket outfit with a almost sheer silvery black lingerie top peeking thru, simple gold hoops in da ears, intricate tanzanite gold necklace laying around my neck, and light touch of tasteful makeup on me face.
I saw Ms Wynters standing in the hallway so I approached her. I looked very dressed down compared to her, wearing only jean shorts and a halter top with some tennis shoes and no makeup, but I had yet to get changed and have my hair done. She was looking damn sexy in her outfit though.
"Hi Ms. Wynters ... where should I go to change?" I asked her.
Derrick Cho, half asian-half irish. black hair and ice blue eyes. 6' even. Slim from his asian descent but the irish side gives him muscle that no pure blood asian could achieve. Dressed in just khaks and a t-shirt. Intelligent entering the contest to prove that smart guys can win.
i hurriedly walked towards teh table where i set down my cell phone, i picked it up and rushed towards the lobby, there was ms. wintyrs and ms. spheres. i closed my phoen before saying good bye.
awwwww fuck it.......know what? this is outta context, but since we have a ms. SPHERES...i wanna be, christina, Aguifera. so im not original. just i ..........EVIL GRIN.
so back to what i was saying.
my tight snakeskin pants and my bright pink shirt seemed to stand out, i had thickened up a bit in the last few months, i have what you would call breasts, and the formings of a waist, thanks to my personal trainer, the one i hired after talking to ms. spheres. "HELLO!" i exclaimed loudly. i looked around at all the men. i raised my eyebrows at the girls. "how on earth are we gonna........" a particular guy caught my eye. "wow." the girls laughed.
OOC:
21 years old
well belt, benches 195 lbs
brown hair and eyes
6'2"
IC: i walked into the back door with my duffle bag and looked around, people were running around, back and fourth, like usual. I had my colledge football jersy on, number 89, and a usual pair of kakies, i made my way to the table to see where my room was, and maybe to find something to drink. I set my suit bag on the table and my duffle bag in the chair, just then a woman came up and grabbed her cel phone off the table and rushed off, wow...this is just like the last one i went to.
Checking my new buddy the ever ready clipomatic board, I mentally groaned, 'How did I get roped into this? Why did I let Jules and Judea volenteer me for this job. What do *I* care about a stupid men's pagent of all things? I--'
"Hi Ms. Wynters ... where should I go to change?" a cheerful, familiar voice broke into my thoughts. Tossing my long blue-black hair over my shoulder, I looked up at Brittney Spears.
I turned around and grinned. Juggled my clipboard into my other hand, pressed it against my full breast, and freed my right hand for a handshake. "Hi! Good to meet you, Brittney. Two of the other judges are already here in the hotel and settling in as we speak." Looked down on my clipboard, a slight frown pursed my dark passion pink lined lips, and flipped thru a few pages. Ah! "Your room is up on the 12th floor. Room number 1218A."
Making a knowning toss of my head, a slow wicked smile graced my lips, "This should be a lot of fun and a welcome break for you. Get settled in and--"
"HELLO!" a female exclaimed loudly. Christina looked around at all the men with a knowing eye. She raised her dark eyebrows at us. "How on earth are we gonna........" A tall black haired euro-asian seemed to catch Christina's eye and her particular interest. "WOW," she exhaled dreamily.
Brittney and I glanced at each other and laughed. My dark eyes twinkling mischievously, I loudly cleared my throat and drawled, "Well girls, I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun. Christina, good to meet you. I'm Devlyn Wynters, the Pagent Director. I'm sure you know Brittney." Flipped thru some more papers on my pal. "Hmmmm, your room is near Brittney's on the 12th floor. Room number 1224A. Get settled in." Raising my arched brows knowingly, I almost purred, "You girls have a lot of work ahead the next few days."
i grabbed my room key and smiled at britney. she gave me a wide-eyed look and we both just smiled, i raised an eyebrow at a man passing by. (that can be anyone.) "we should get some help with our bags hey?" referring to the broad chested men and saying it a bit loud.
IC: I slip past SPHERES and walk through the hallway to my room. I unlock it and sit on my sofa and begin to watch MTV. I forgot to lock my door but I was too lazy to get up again and lock it.
I take off my over-shirt to reveal hard and ripped pecs, also well-defined muscular arms. So now i sit there in black saggy shorts and no shirt.
OOC: sorry if it's short... i'm kinda new... Peace
I slipped out of the judges' box and headed backstage. I wanted to get a nseak preview of the guys. Most of them were damn hot... I supressed little pictures in my mind of a shaking bed.
I looked around and saw Bratney Smears (MY pet name for her) and Christina Aguilera. I'd noticed a few SPEAR BRITTANY signs out in the audience, but hadn't given them much thought. Now I knew why...
A guy caught my eye and I lost track of my thought in my effort not to drool.
IC:
I put my headphones on and star listening to Nelly. I run out backstage and run up right behind the curtain. I manage to get a mic and scream into it,"R U READY!!!!!!!!!"
The crowd shouts something and I take off muh shorts revealing tight boxer briefs and run out on stage.
All the chicks in the crowd start going wild as i flex my muscles. I run around stage a few more times as the chicks go into a frenzy then i quickly run back behind the curtains and put my shorts back on. I slip my feet into my sandals and walk back through the hallway, glancing at Britney and thinking to myself 'damn she's fine, and so are most of the chicks back here.'
As I looked backstage I saw the other contestants in this contest and I thought to myself I do not fit in this kind of scenery. Not mention all those people out there. Why the hell am I here. Then I am reminded why? The reason simple the million dollar prize money.
Now which way was the dressing rooms. I began looking for the lockerroom when I past a corner without looking and walked head on into teen sensation Brittany Sphere who was on her way I to well where the hell is she going. Waitaminute I knocked her over. I help her to her feet and begin to apologize.
It turned out my room was across the hall from Christina's. As we unlocked our doors I giggled, "Hey Christina... we should change and then check out the hunks that are going to be in this thing. What do you say?" She just smiled.
I went into my room and got my clothes unpacked. I put on some makeup and changed into red leather pants that showed off my flat stomach, and a matching red tube top. I stepped out of my room getting ready to knock on Christina's door when a large man knocks me down. "Hey!" I begin to protest, when he grabs me by the waist and effortlessly lifts me back to my feet, apologizing.
OOC: OK, a little confused about the timing of this, is the pageant about to start and we're all gonna go on stage soon or is this the early days with lots of opportunities to convince the judges to vote for us?
IC: As he wanders around backstage, he almost suffers whiplash as his head jerks around from judge to judge, admiring the incredible beauty of these women. "Mmm, if I have to sleep my way to some votes, this won't be a bad way to go."
Just as he has those thoughts, he notices the teen queens Brittany Spheres and Christina Aguifera talking to a very well-dressed woman who seems to be in charge. Another interesting set of fantasies pops into his mind with that sight.
Spotting a table with some fingerfoods on it, he steps up to it, picking up a strawberry and taking a bite out of it.
I had found my room number and went up to it, i laid out my stuff, and desided to walk around some, i walk out and go down the hall, i notice many contestants up there, along with judges, most of them quite radiant, i get to the elevator and press the down button, once i get down there i desided to look for anything resembling a bar of some sort.
OOC: I figured this was at least a week or two before the actual pagent. Ya know, rehearsal and setting and dance/show practices. Er, spellin is awful so I wont even attempt to write choreography. ;P ... Anywho, figured it was b4 the pagent so you handsome menfolk can have time to either seduce your way up to the winner's spot or be seduced by someone because your not the type to do those backhanded kind of things.
IC: I mumble half-heartedly to myself as I scan my ever handy clipboard and check things off mentally. Scanning the growing crowds of constestants, performers, and miscellaneous people, I grab hold of one of the stagehands and ask for a microphone. I'm sure they have one working somewhere, I thought. They've been working on the sound checks for the last two days.
The stagehand gets me a cordless mike and assures me that one is in good working order. I checked if it was on by tapping it lightly. A dull thud thud sounds out from the surround sound speakers. I grin. Ha! I should enjoy the perks as I get them, I guess.
I cleared my throat and started to talk, "May I have your attention please? Quiet down everyone. Please, may I have your attention?" My controaltro voice rang clearly throughout ballroom area of the High Rise Hotel. (heh, high rise.. sorry, being funny, lol)
I waited a few minutes to get most people's attention and continued. "My name is Devlyn Wynters. I am the Pagent Director. All Bella Amans Pagent contestants need to check in their rooms and make sure they have signed in by 10 pm tonight or they will be disquailified from the contest. Make sure you sign in at the sign in table over there. Room numbers and keys are waiting for you at the front desk of the hotel. That's all for now. Thank you for your attention."
As I finished talking into the mike, I noticed the dark haired euro-asian man watching me. We stare at one another for a short while and then he started to walk towards me...