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Post by yolanda7g on Feb 8, 2011 23:24:09 GMT -5
Faustus eyed Joanne up and down as she made her speech, bitting his lower lip with a smirk. He then saw Harry come up the stairs to join the cast but Faustus came on stage. "You can just sit yo' crazy drunk ass down Harry, because time is up! If Sherlock is out there, he can just sit back down too cuz the music is playin and ya'll have got to get up off this stage. There's just enough time for me to say my piece." He stood up at the mic and said. "I believe this suspenseful moment I was apart of proves that I'm the best doctor that ever lived! Ya'll didn't know if Edward was comin' or goin' did ya? Well he was goin', and I called it! And despite Richard over there tryin' to frame me for his death, I still held it down. I wasn't phased. I knew what the deal was so it was all good. So thank you, RC!" "Now that leads me to present the next award, best dressed female." He winked out in the audience at Lucy. "I see you girl. She better be nominated for this too." He said with a grin. "Anyway, and the nominees are..." And the nominees for Best Dressed Female are...JOANNE JEFFERSON Joanne’s style of dress is very meticulous. Even in simple jeans and a t-shirt, this woman dresses to be shown off, wearing clothes that are fitted to her feminine form. Her business wear is always of the highest quality, and thus it is common for her to be seen in Armani or Dolce & Gabana. IRENE ADLER Smokes gone from her jacket, her hair changed, even her attire new. Her hair dye gone as well, god she had really been changing. A tiny tube pale colored dress covering her body, simple yet delicate. CATHERINE VIVIAN EARNSHAW She always has one of those expressions that are either fiercely masking something, or expressing everything. Her body is small, but feminine-though not overly voluptuous or curvy. Her wardrobe is stylish and she favors clothing with a good dose of sex appeal, but still classy. ÉPONINE THÉNARDIER Éponine has tried to hold on to some of her clothes from her "past life," as she refers to the good old days. However, she has outgrown a lot of them and she has no means to care for them, so even if they were once very nice clothes, they are now threadbare and stretched out. She doesn't own a sweater or coat and her shoes are a worn-out pair of Converse. "This is a damn shame Lucy wasn't nominated. Its a conspiracy! Monte Cristo, go on announce the winner." |
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Post by THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO on Feb 9, 2011 0:50:51 GMT -5
Monte Cristo read the name listed in the envelope and chuckled before shooting a glance at Faustus. "Try to contain your enthusiasm, all right?" he half-joked. Then, looking out at the woman who had just made a speech, he said, "The winner is our esteemed colleague, Joanne."
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Post by yolanda7g on Feb 13, 2011 12:56:26 GMT -5
When no one came up to the stage, Faustus said. "Where did that girl go?!" He grinned. "She's probably freshing up for the after party when she'll get to spend some quality time with yours truly." He said to Monte Cristo.
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Post by joannejefferson on Feb 13, 2011 18:40:11 GMT -5
Joanne of course was watching this entire exchange with a grin. Yeah, lets make an entrance was pretty much the idea on her mind. So, as James made his jokes she slowly sauntered up to where they were and gracefully accepted the award, smirking at James the entire time.
"Sorry I'm late. I guess I like to make an entrance." After spending a few seconds staring at James and the lovely leer on his face, she turns to the gathered audience and smiles broadly. "Thanks for the second award of the night. It's nice to know you guys appreciate my sense of style." With a wave to her friends, she saunters over to James, whispering to him quickly before leaving the stage. "I'll see you, at the after party, sir."
And with a wink, she was gone.
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Post by THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO on Feb 14, 2011 1:00:02 GMT -5
Monte Cristo did not bother to hide the surprised look that came to his face as Joanne accepted her award and seemingly flirted with Faustus. "It seems being an insensitive jerk truly works once in every thousand tries," he commented as he unfolded the fresh envelope. "And with that very appropriate segue, here are the candidates for Most Shocking Moment." [/img] He approached her, towering only about three inches taller than her. A whole shitload of thoughts penetrated his mind and jumbled up, but he ignored them all….Then, he kissed her. – Two Bit Mathews FABULA ACTANDA EST
STARING HARRY CHANDLER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, SHERLOCK HOLMES, MONTE CRISTO, ANNE LANCASTER, JOHN "DOOLITTLE" & JOANNE JEFFERSON He was dead. Richard’s own heart skipped a beat, and his breath caught in his throat. Surely not. Edward must be tricking him somehow; killing him couldn’t have been that easy, could it? – Richard Plantagenet CURTAIN FALLS
STARING RICHARD PLANTAGENET AND SHERLOCK HOLMES “Edward Plantagenet died, yes, but not from cancer. No matter how much people'll try and pretty it up, his death was not a long time coming - at all. It was quick, and bloody well cruel. He was snatched right from under our noses, Mayor. He was murdered." -Sherlock Holmes[/center] He handed over the envelope to his co-host. "And the winner, Faustus?" |
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Post by yolanda7g on Feb 14, 2011 21:57:20 GMT -5
"You Give Love A Bad Name!" Faustus announced. "I dunno when we started caring about a bunch of kids, I really could have gone for another award with Fabula but pfffftt...I ain't mad."
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Post by sylvia on Feb 14, 2011 22:11:18 GMT -5
Sylvia stood up and headed back up towards the stage, even more smug than she'd been before. She nudged Faustus out of the way and took hold of the mic, not even waiting to see if the other two guys were coming.
Looking at Faustus, she said, "You all care about a bunch of kids 'cause it involves me." She tossed a lock of hair over her shoulder. "Anythin' that has something to do with me is worth payin' attention to 'cause I'm sexy. Anyone who says they voted for this 'cause it's shockin' is full of shi--." She broke off just before she finished the word, because she did wanna get invited back next year.
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Post by merrill on Feb 14, 2011 22:24:15 GMT -5
Great.
Just fucking great. You go out and act like an idiot, then you get an award. Of course, Two-Bit didn't regret kissing her, but he sure as hell regretted everything else. He can be such an idiot at times. However, he didn't let that sway his calm demeanor. He flashed a grin and stood up from his seat.
Once on stage, he shot a sideways glance at Sylvia before smiling at the crowd. "This gal here's an idiot to not go out with a guy like me," he said, fiddling with his jacket. "But I hafta agree with her." Because it was publicly known that he was an idiot. "It'll still look good on my bedside." Shrugging, he leapt off the stage, and back into the crowd.
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Post by sylvia on Feb 14, 2011 22:37:20 GMT -5
Sylvia watched Two-Bit go, and straightened up, going from accepting an award to presenting it. "Speakin' of idiots, you know how you all didn't let me win Sexiest Female? What the hell is wrong with you? That was pretty damn idiotic." She recovered quickly, trying to remove the bitterness from her voice. "I'm thinkin' you must be misinformed and need some kinda lesson in what makes a person sexy. if you’re a chick, you don’t hafta look any further than me. Look at the dress, the legs, the…you get the idea.” She gestured to herself, smirking. “Hopefully. If not, get your eyes checked. Which I’d recommend most of you do anyway." She scowled down at the audience, the continued. “Since I’m also somethin’ of an expert on guys and sexy, I figure I’m the perfect one to explain it to all of you. To be a sexy guy, there’s not a lot to it. Have a nice ass, nice hair, look good without a shirt. An’ fortunately for all you guys livin’ in your mom’s basement and wonderin’ why you don’t have a girlfriend, personality’s optional. Which explains some of these nominees..." And the nominees for Sexiest Male Character are...HARRY "HAMLET" CHANDLER Ophelia still felt weak in the knees around him and tried her hardest to keep her cool, and to keep her heart from beating out of her chest. Then she listened as his smooth voice rang through her ears again. [Ophelia about Harry] HENRY JEKYLL His angelic face looked to have been carved meticulously and with such precision that each curvature and fine line complimented him stunningly, or so she mused. When he spoke, the deepness and fluidity of his voice, accented by his Irish origins, gave the impression of a striking lullaby that seemed to draw you into a dreamy rapture. [Lucy about Henry] SODAPOP CURTIS Another one of the boys spoke up now. Mercutio almost had to catch his breath, for he had momentarily lost it for a moment in shock. The fuck? Hello. He was bee-yoo-tiful... No doubt this young man got a lot of numbers and cat calls on a day-to-day basis. [Mercutio about Sodapop] THE REPORTER "He's pretty sexy with all his mysteriousness.” [Anonymous voter about The Reporter] Sylvia almost wished there was a drum roll, but since the award show wasn't cool enough for that shit, she simply said, "An' the winner for sexiest male is... Harry Chandler." |
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Post by hamlet on Feb 15, 2011 0:28:32 GMT -5
Harry came up on stage, and could only think about how ridiculous it was that he won an award like this. Who came up with these categories? What was it about physical attractiveness that could have criteria? As he walked up the stage he began internally analyzing what gave him the upperhand out of the contestants. Was it the hair? The eyes? The way he dressed? Who would he even thank for being sexy? His mom and dad for making him that way?
...probably wasn't the best plan to go down that road.
That's when he realized he was probably thinking this through a little bit too much.
"I just want to say thank you again. It's certainly a step up from saddest moment, I have to say." He grinned. "It's actually a bit strange - it's not like I look in the mirror and think 'wow, I'm sexy' but if people think that, that's great," He said with a laugh. "Thanks for the votes, guys." He nodded towards Sylvia in a polite manner before walking off stage.
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Post by sylvia on Feb 15, 2011 23:40:33 GMT -5
Sylvia listened to the Harry guy’s speech and couldn’t resist smirking at how easily he accepted his award. There was no way in hell that guy was as humble as he seemed. He probably had a huge picture of himself in his living room over the fireplace. Classy. Not that that’d stop her from giving him credit where credit was due; he was pretty sexy.
“Not bad…” she mumbled, watching as he headed back to his seat. She might not agree with the fact that she hadn’t won every single award, that they actually ID’d people at the bar, or that there was no drum roll, but she sure did agree on that award winner.
She flashed a grin at the audience. “Now, since you don’t seem to be able to get enough of me, I guess I’ll just stay up here and present the next award. Even though I should damn well win this one, too.”
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Post by yolanda7h on Feb 15, 2011 23:44:13 GMT -5
Dally jumped on the stage. "What the fuck?" He said, clearly intoxicated. "Did you just check him out? Huh?"
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Post by sylvia on Feb 16, 2011 0:11:00 GMT -5
“Not denyin’ it,” Sylvia responded, unashamed. There wasn’t a single straight woman in the vacancy that hadn’t tried sneaking a peek at Harry’s ass at some point that he’d been on the stage. Her only regret was that his shirt had stayed firmly on, which wasn’t any fun for anyone.
She shook that thought away, grabbing Dally’s arm and pulling him over to the microphone with her. “Not all of us can be as faithful as you are,” she said, snorting. “Now are you gonna help me present this award ‘fore you pass out, or should I go get that other guy back up here to help me?”
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Post by yolanda7h on Feb 17, 2011 18:16:58 GMT -5
Dally threw an arm around her and pulled her close to him. "Keep your smartass comments to yourself Sylvia. You complainin' about me bein' faithful, maybe if I had some reason to be faithful, I'd learn a thing or too," His deep voice was slurred a bit and he smirked teasingly at her.
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Post by sylvia on Feb 18, 2011 20:54:28 GMT -5
Sylvia thought about swatting Dally’s arm away from her, but instead she distractedly looked out at the audience as if he wasn't there at all.
"I guess I won't be givin' you any reason to be faithful tonight, 'cause you're sure not gettin' laid." Pleased with herself, she raised an eyebrow at Dallas and casually leaned against him. "Am I allowed to talk about gettin' laid on national TV?"
She figured it wasn't much of a problem, since the channel broadcasting the awards was the same one that had some vampire show with some serious manwhore characters. But at least the vampires were sexy. Though, if she remembered right, the show had a name like STD or something stupid like that. She hadn’t actually seen many episodes; who the hell wants to watch a show about vampires and STDs anyway?
(OOC: That whole last paragraph was a complete pop culture reference and for the benefit of one of our dear ol’ admins. If you don’t get it, I swear I’m not a total nutcase. Just smile and nod, guys. Smile and nod.)
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