Drop Dead Gorgeous [PAGEANT THREAD]
Jul 25, 2012 21:35:50 GMT -5
Post by cyrus on Jul 25, 2012 21:35:50 GMT -5
[Welcome to District 10’s Beauty of Panem Pageant, where this year's theme is Proud to be Part of Panem! In regards to the ‘rules’ and ‘judging’ of the competition, we’ll be looking for someone that exemplifies what it means to being Ms./Mr. Panem for District 10… which really just means the most interesting, hilarious, and fun descriptions of contestants.
In regards to posting, I’m leaving this open to 5 contestants, which seems like a good number (we can always increase it in case there’s some that really want to join), so the first 5 will be contestants.
You will begin with an introductory post where you get to describe what your character is wearing, as well as what makes them ‘proud’ to be part of Panem—feel free to have fun describing them as part of the opening number where they all dance around stage to some fiddles and guitar strumming. This introduction will establish the posting order, as well!
After this finishes, I'll post with Elias/the other judges may again to move on!
The second post will be your character’s talent—feel free again to have fun with this!
Finally, if they haven’t gotten stage fright, your character will get asked a question by Elias/the judges.
After all this is done, we’ll crown our next Ms./Mr. Panem of District 10.
On a side note, every so often Elias might interject something about the girls. :D
As for those who –aren’t— participating but want to be a judge, PM me and we can talk about it. It would be an adult that has some kind of importance in the district, preferably!
If you have any questions about the format, feel free to PM as well. You're free to post (now that the 'judges' have posted... though we could still use one more judge)! ]
Narration
Thoughts
Speaking
Other people’s words
Naughty bits
The midafternoon sun hung overhead and I could feel a bit of perspiration on my brow. I’d had to spend the morning guiding my horses through the fair, making sure that none of the idiot farmhands let them get spooked by all of the hicks running around the grounds. I kept a close watch on my newest acquisition
Yes, it was time for the annual Beauty of Panem Pageant, a fine moment in district ten when teens tried their hardest not to make fools out of themselves by flouncing across the stage in their best clothes. Lots of glitter, big hair, and globs of make-up. Some of them might warble out a song for their talent, and others would do their best to not sound like complete retards when we asked them the all important personal question[/color] to see if they could think on their feet (answer: they usually couldn’t). And then the crowd would get real quiet, and they’d all stand in a line as we read off the prizes, and one lucky little filly would get the chance to fall down on the stage in tears with a crown and sash.
As much as I ragged on the silly display of beauty[/color]—because let’s face it, there was only so much you could polish the turds in this district—it did have its moments. Like when Amber Huffers had fallen off stage during the opening number and broken her leg in three places. Or the time that Melrose Humplots was asked what got her most excited[/color] and she said getting a quickie behind the outhouse at her uncle zed’s[/color]. The hooting and hollering from the crowd was usually my favorite part. Well, that and getting to see girls (and sometimes boys—I was an equal opportunity enjoyer[/color]) in their low cut dresses and best attempts to whore up their faces for the show. I was disappointed Melrose wasn’t competing again this year (meaning she’d found someone to f—k before noontime), she had tits as big as her head and was always on the edge of bursting out her little top for the crowd every time she competed.
So what was I doing this year if I wasn’t backstage trying my hardest to look through the little flap that led into their tent and catch a glimpse at some forbidden fruit? Well, it just so happened that I had been promoted[/color] for all my years of service to this little disaster of a pageant. That and my family happened to sponsor a large portion of the fair, what from our successful horse breeding ranch. We were well off in comparison to most of the sorry sods that were trudging around here. And, my father having gone into “retirement” this past year and leaving me as sole heir to the farm, it meant that I got to take his place as the judge. I had taken it upon myself, one of the more colorful[/color] personalities of the district—or so I’ve been told—to be the host as well. This meant that after I’d come over from the show tent, I’d flopped my feet up on the judging table and leant back in my chair, occasionally shouting commands at Naif and the other workers hammering together portions of the stage.
The girls were shuffled off to a tent in the back—they got to sign in and size one another up, I suppose—while I cleaned myself up a bit and took the stage to start rousing the crowd that was forming and waiting for the show. In the interim of the girls getting ready I played a few songs on my guitar, Never Walk Between the Districts[/color], Runaway[/color] , and then a lively version of the Horn of Plenty[/color]. It was good fun, sitting on the stage and wiggling eyebrows at the crowd, readying them for what was to come. A good lift in spirits from the riot—my riot—from not so long ago. I suppose I should’ve been a little bit leery putting myself in such a public space—if anyone were to recognize me—but I figured enough time must have passed for people to have forgotten the whole affair. No one in Panem had a good memory for things that went against the capitol’s wishes.[/color]
The other judges were in position, and a whistle and thumbs up from Naif meant the contestants were ready. I strummed a few more chords before bringing things to a close, and angled the waiting mike in front of my face toward me. I had the index cards giving me what to say in my hand—as if I needed them—and got started. “Ladies and gentleman… and all the rest of you hicks sitting in the seats out there…” I of course was determined not to be as flat and uninteresting as my father had been in hosting the yearly event. “Y’all ready to see who going to dazzle us this year? Well, first, we’d like to take this time to thank y’all for coming out to the fair—we much appreciate it—and to all those who’ve contributed something to make this happen today. ‘Specially Poers Farms—the best breeders in the district—and the all those other local businesses who contributed to the prizes for these lovely little fillies waiting backstage. ‘Course you know we’re looking for the most beautiful in the district—but as always, we look for the whole package!”
“Got to have the looks, the brains, and be something special to get that crown and sash… though if you have just the first, you can always just see me after the show,” I say with a wink to the audience before looking back at the curtain that was blocking the contestants from view. “As with every pageant, we got a theme this year, and it’s—oh, well would you look at that—it’s Proud to Be A Part of Panem[/color].[/b]” I gave a wide grin—no doubt an [/color]encouraged[/color] theme from those that had put together the fair. “So why don’t y’all give me a hand in welcoming our contestants to the stage for their opening number, where they’re gonna introduce themselves and what makes ‘em proud to be a part of Panem!”
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