September Swim Suit Contest!

[hualord]

September's Swim Suit Contest would take place at the beach this year. The school had sectioned off an area of the beach itself, put up a stage with some contracted help, and had it all finished within a day. There wasn't much left to do but get people to enter the contest. There would be prizes of course, a grand prize of one grand and a free trip to New York for modeling. There were two second place prizes of five hundred dollars and gift cards to the surf shop or summer clothes store of their choice. There'd be three third place prizes, which would merely win gift cards to the surf shop or summer clothes store of their choice.

Jason, the event coordinator, planned this. It took him an entirety of a week to make the calls necessary, secure the equipment, move the equipment, and pay the assholes that demanded the money up front.

Luckily he had wealthy contacts, and they were interested in the school.

The actual contest, which was today, took up the entire school day. Jason expected a rowdy bunch of teenagers. Being practically off school for a swimsuit contest? Oh yea, that would get the hormones way up.

Jason stood up at the podium, and tapped the mic. The crowd quieted down, though one could still feel the anticipation, the want. The need for it.

"Attention students of #259, we will be beginning the contest presently, so sit back and watch, as our first contestant gets on stage!"

The lights came up on the stage, completely rendering whoever would be standing there incapable of seeing the audience therefore only partially immune to their shenanigans. Which would make it all easier.

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This event ends September 30th. All votes that come in before midnight of the thirtieth are locked and cannot be changed. Prizes will be distributed in the first week of October.

There is an ooc competition as well.
-Design the best swimsuit to be voted on by your peers.

Players that wish to enter either contest must PM me, so I can keep track of who's in and who is not in.

Those that are not going to participate, but wish to be at the contest ICly, may just post. Participants must pm me, as they'll be off stage.

[Kate]

Why was she doing this? She was pregnant, and while not a bit of it was showing Kate still felt a little weird. No, the ex-cheer leading captain was in perfect shape. Ever since cheer leading, she had been. Her muscles were well toned, and to be honest she had a good shape. Not a model, because models were twigs but decent.

With a deep breath the blonde slid out of her car and her red high heels hit the ground. A black trench coat covered her body, tightly bound around her waist. Her long hair was straight, and her lips bright red but other than that you noticed nothing else. Other than she could have been a flasher or some sort of kinky girl on her way to her boyfriend's. But no that wasn't true. Would Valekin even be here? She smirked at the thought.

The 259 swim suit contest. She walked to where she was suppose to be, the stage. She waited beside it until the person in charge spoke. From there it was like another person took over. Almost exactly like cheer leading. The pale woman stepped onto the stage with a seductive smile on her lips. A small smirk with bright green twinkling eyes. She undid the belt, and then the buttons before dropping the entire trench coat to the ground. There was always something about theatrics.

Kate McHallin wore a bright red two piece bathing suit. The bottom half was like boy shorts that hugged her form with black lining. The top matched in color and lining, except it was almost like a tank top with the bottom chopped off right under her chest. There was a deep "V" with plenty of Kate cleavage for all. She hadn't bought this to swim in. She had bought this to win in.

[Jenna Scorn]

OOC: I'm not done with my drawing, but when I am I'll get it up as soon as possible so you guys know what her outfit looks like.


Calamity had modeled before, plenty of times.
So why...
Why was this time any different?Well, for one thing...she was rusty.
She hadn't done something like this in forever.
She was off to the side, hidden almost.

She'd let those blue eyes carry over the coated female who went first.
But...she was still in her jacket?

Browse would raise, and as the coat dropped Calamity's heart sank as well.
Calamity had planned on doing the same thing, but...

Well.
She bit her lower lip.

Too late to change her mind now.
She'd practiced, and wanted everything to be perfect.

And when the first contestant let herself leave the stage you would see the young Japanese girl. Making her way through the stage, letting those platformed sandals carry her onto the stage, and it was almsot like she was hovering. But once she'd paused on the stage, wrapped in a brightly colored Kimono of violets and such. White craned flying up the kimono, and as I said before...Calamity stood poised on stage. A flattering purple and white fan in her right hand, hiding the lower part of her face, while her free arm was behind her, almost arched arched.

Those long strands of pink and black hair were pulled back into a decorative bun, a few flowers placed along strands of pink. Hair sticks hung from the right side of her bun, a few strands for beads would brush against her neck as she'd turn her head slightly, letting those lids flicker open, blue eyes looking outwards.

And now music would bellow out onto the stage, an Asian tune was filling the crowds ears, and her's as well. And as this tune played, she was stepping forward, letting those heavy sandals glide across the floor.

Geisha Dreams

Calamity had practiced, she'd worked it all out.
Timed it all in her head.
And all those times practicing in the living room had obviously paid off, because now as she made her way to the edge of the stage she'd pause.

Geisha Dreams

Letting the fan cool herself for a moment, fanning herself before twirling it within her finger. Now, in one violent movement, her arm would let that fan fly out to the crowed.


Empty heart and empty soul
A lover on remote control
All colors fade to gray
The more they play this love charade

And now she was bowing to the crowed, gracefully. Lids closed as that body would bow, playing the crowed, trying at least.
She needed this.
Needed it.

Why don´t you see, why don´t you feel that love is free?

She'd turned on her heels, letting the decorations of the glorious white craned present themselves to the crowed.


Ichi-gi ichi-go
All alone in Tokyo
Don´t you see? Don´t you know?
They have nowhere else to go
Ichi-gi, ichi-go
Far away from Tokyo

And as the music slightly quickened, she'd let that Kimono fall to the ground in one fluid movement. Just as the girl before her head, but this wasn't as drastic, this had been graceful.


They believe
In Geisha Dreams

Now, she'd stand with her back to the crowed.
A one piece dark blue bathing suit was hugging that lithe frame, as swimsuits did they didn't leave much to imagine. But Calamity still had dignity, thus the reason for the one piece, she wouldn't allow herself to show much cleavage, or show her mid drift, that would be for one man, and one man only...if Prince Charming ever found her that is.

Perfect body and perfect smile
An illusion for a while
Born to love and trained to please
And paid to put your mind at ease


The middle of the swimsuit had a white band around it, and to the back would be a rather large bow, an Obi if you will.

But don´t you see, but don´t you feel that love is free?

A white butterfly Obi styled bow to be exact.
With two large "tails" you could say flowing form the bow, and as she'd tilt her head to the side, letting a smile flash to the crowed she'd take a step forward.

Ichi-gi ichi-go
All alone in Tokyo
Don´t you see? Don´t you know?
They have nowhere else to go
Ichi-gi, ichi-go
Far away from Tokyo

But that step forward would let herself twirl, now letting the crowed see the front, though it wasn't much. A slight ruffle near the curve of her bathing suit, near her right breast. And a res "Japanese rising sun" had been painted upon her shoulder blade, it was of course.

They believe
In Geisha Dreams

And with one more smirk, tilting her head to the side she was off.
Feet turning her about, sandals gliding across the floor as she was making her way back.
The very same way she had came.

All your love and hopes and dreams
All you feel down deep inside aint´t real
Don´t count for anything


One more pause, glancing at the crowed and giving a wink.

Cause Geisha dreams aren't meant to be

And now she'd exit.
Gracefully carrying herself off stage, till she was out of sight of the crowed and she'd let herself collapse in a seat near by.

A large huff exiting from her mouth, that small heart beating rapidly in her chest.
She could hardly breath, and it was so loud, so noisy...she almost couldn't hear one of the stage hands who was trying to get her attention.


But she'd peer up at him, and he'd smile down.
Handing her the purple Kimono.
She'd smile to him, nodding her head and taking the Kimono from him.

Now she'd wait.

[meigan]

[ooc: I may doodle up something for this, but here's a reference for now. Click]


The New New Art Teacher?? o.o

Yeah, so they seemed to have a problem keeping the position filled. The first ran off to become a famous DJ, the second carted off in a white van...would this third one have any luck in this public school? Well, we'll have to see, won't we?

And what BETTER way to make an entrance into a school system than through a SWIM SUIT CONTEST!?

...

Yeah.

She didn't show up in her bikini, she brought clothes to change, but she did notice a girl going trench-coat on the competition. Cute. Pale blonde tresses falling straight down her back...she'd had hair like that once. But then it was a near accident with a potter's wheel and the locks were sheared off. She didn't really miss them.

The next girl to appear had pink and black hair. Now that was more her style, it showed creativity, which Marina was a fan of. Brava. She even put on a good show, a cute fan as a prop and everything. Neither appeared to be amateurs to the spotlight. Very good.

Her own hair style was no mystery. her air was cut to the nape of her neck in the back, angled sharply down the sides of her face to the front where her bangs hung past her chin. The lower layers of her hair were highlighted a soft pink that swayed in and out of view with her movements.

So she was to be third. Three was her lucky number. Good things always came in threes. Karma, soda pop (well, divisible by three anyway), art teachers...she felt lucky.

The swimsuit itself was simple enough. The style was that of a vintage black and white polka dot, something that would have been seen out of the late 60's...very Marilyn Monroe. It formed to her body like the other contestants, the fabric swishing over skin with her hips and shoulders.

But what was more attractive than the bathing suit was the tattoo that wound around her torso. A rose vine started down around her right hip, it curved up behind her back and onto the left front side of her body and up to the middle of her chest where it disappeared behind the fabric of the bikini top, a small vine curl emerging on the top of her chest and ending in a curl. A rose was drawn in about the middle of the tattoo above her waist on the left side, a second on her the right side of her back on the edge of her hip bone. She was quite proud of this artistry, the green and red complimenting the simple black and white of the suit.

Her movements were cat-like down the runway. Her dark gaze forward, lips in a slight unemotional pout. Perfect model posture, she came to a stop at the end of the runway, hips shifting and arms coming to rest at her sides as she posed with her shoulders back. But then, just as she began to turn around and head back, her torso turned to the side and she looked back out the audience..

..and winked.

A small grin crossed her lips and she walked back up the stage and disappeared behind the curtain. That should do.

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

Kevin had come here to see one person, & one person only.

Too bad he got two others who were more than fair competition. Kevin got a slight shock when he saw Kate; he readjusted the wide sunglasses of his to look less like, well, Kevin Alvari. The lack of Brazilian colors & the added near-prep clothing helped him look less recognizable. At least, to her. He'd changed a lot physically since 552, & he'd rather talk to her some other time, when he wasn't supporting another chick.

Which, by the way, was strutting her stuff just now.

Kevin had something for Calamity when they were through, win or lose. Yes, he'd merely met her at a school dance at a school he didn't even go to, but he'd caught wind of the swimsuit contest & figured the support would go a long way. Thus, he was here to scream & cheer for her. The only problem was...Contestant #3 almost took the words out of his mouth. Yes, he still yelled random rants about how Contestant #2 rocked & that she was a shoe-in, but he couldn't lie to himself---#3 had a look, & most important, a swagger that would kill if Calamity didn't step up.

He hoped the contestants would get a Round 2 to set things straight. And he hoped he brought a cold drink. He was screaming & cheering so loud & so often that his throat was already burning. Go figure.