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Post by maggiewritersblock on Mar 14, 2011 14:38:46 GMT -5
Hearing his name announced for Best Dressed didn't surprise Bob in the slightest, but he was flattered. It was about time people noticed just how every piece of clothing fit Bob perfectly and how everything looked new and had quality to it.
Bob smiled on the inside, but laid a nice, humbled look on his face as he strolled up to accept. "I'd like to thank everyone who voted for me. I'm shocked and honored to win this award. I suppose I would also like to thank my tailor, Gian-Carlo for making this suit fit so well. Thank you."
He then released a charming smile of thanks unto the audience. Bob noticed quite a few--young and old--ladies blush, causing his smile to curve into a delighted grin as he left the stage.
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Post by THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO on Mar 19, 2011 23:15:19 GMT -5
Monte Cristo returned to the podium with a fresh envelope and category to present. "And now for the next category, Best Duo." And the nominees for Best Duo are...DOCTOR JAMES FAUSTUS AND SHERLOCK HOLMESFaustus: “ You have got to be one of the worse detectives I ever met in my life. You don't even have a motive for me do you? Why the hell would I wanna kill the guy anyway?"” Sherlock: “You do your job, doctor, and I'll do mine.” PONYBOY CURTIS AND JOHNNY CADEPony: "Got into some trouble with a few greasers… It's not that bad, really. They were so drunk they couldn't aim straight. It woulda been a lot worse if it were Socs." Johnny: “ “You don’t look that roughened up. I was just shocked is all.” ROGER DAVIS AND MARK COHENRoger: "Right. Seriously, dude, I think Erica would be awesome for you…Said she wanted all up in your nerd-y khakis…She told me she'd give me sympathy sex after April died. If I hadn't been all fucked up in the head, I probably would have taken her up on that offer. I'm sure that little Asian body can twist in all different sorts of ways." Mark: "Hey, my pants aren't nerdy!…If only Mimi could hear you man. You'd be dumped on your ass, and then you could find out." JANE EYRE AND LUCY HARRISJane: "Kitty, would you be interested in maybe learning how to paint?" Lucy: “To be honest with you, I never gave it much thought. I dunno. I guess I always thought that you were either born with it or you weren’t and that there wasn’t any middle-ground. But if you think you can teach the unteachable, have at me.” He turned to Faustus. "And the winner is...?"
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Post by yolanda7g on Mar 23, 2011 19:25:11 GMT -5
"Oh my goodness, we have a tie! Of course, one of those winners includes yours truly as well as..." He looks down at the envelope and reads Sherlock Holmes' name under his breath. "Can I just say for the record that we ain't even a duo? One out of the two of us accused one of us of a murder! Pffft." He looks back at the envelope. "And the second winner....Mark Cohen and Roger Davis!"
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Post by renthead on Mar 23, 2011 22:48:50 GMT -5
Mark was sure he had heard this as a mistake. He was sure his mind was playing tricks on him. The only reason he'd gone in the first place was to show the videos of the candidates and "present" the awards that he had been asked too. And to be nominated for one thing had blown his mind, and for two.. well he was pretty sure he had actually gone insane.
But that didn't mean he didn't think he and Roger deserved it. Cause they did dammit. Mark had put up with so much crap because of that boy... he deserved an award for it! He really did. But he hadn't expected for other people to think so. So, even when it was announced that it was a tie, Mark's jaw dropped.
He had actually won something in his life.
Him. Mark Cohen. Had won an Oscar... okay, it wasn't for anything relating to his craft, but it was still pretty dang cool. He was shoved forward by someone, falling out of his seat and almost tripping over his own two feet, and then made his way to the stage.
"Um, wow. Cool." Collins would be disappointed in him. So would Maureen for that matter. And where the hell was Roger? This was part his award too! Why did Mark have to be up there alone? He could just feel his face turn red...
"Well, I think I deserve it. He may have accused you of murder, but at least you don't have to deal with him bringing home random women or getting drunk and LOUD, or ALWAYS playing guitar even when you're trying to sleep or relax or cut film or or or running away to Santa Fe whenever things get tough or hiding in his room for a year and a half or tell random girls you want to sleep with them, or flirt with sister even though she's married and his children or... Wow." he turned bright red as he realized the rant he had just given about his best friend... in front of all those people... If he looked red before, he must look like a giant blond strawberry now.
"..Sorry." he said, mortified as he grabbed the damn award and ran off the stage. This was why he didn't associate with PEOPLE. Well, with people except his friends. And look how well THAT turned out.
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Post by philosopher on Mar 24, 2011 6:04:02 GMT -5
Behold him, with a bottle - not glass, bottle - of wine in his hand. After the Cohen boy Holmes rode out from the right hand side of the stage, having mingled backstage after his hosting stint, all by himself, as his frequent custom was. He had already referred darkly to the fact that he was apparently sharing this award with that Doctor Faustus, and even though he pricked sharply at the idea, recognition was recognition.
Hoisting the award from the referred man's hands, he commented with a hard edge to his voice. 'Thanks James.'
Sweeping round to the audience, Holmes addressed them in a more rich, ringing voice while holding the Oscar up with bent elbow. He loved notice, favourable or not. 'Well then,' He shrugged, scenting spite. 'I've not much to say for this, but I'll tell you what. That booze trolley they have backstage is my new best friend. Cheers.'
He raised the bottle in conclusion and sauntered away off stage, taking his and Faustus' award with him.
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Post by THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO on Mar 27, 2011 20:44:16 GMT -5
Two out of four- three if one counted Faustus' exclamation preceding his announcement of the winners- seemed a fair enough number, so after no one else took the stage Monte Cristo returned to the podium with the next envelope. "Congratulations, Faustus," he said sincerely to his co-host, though he could not resist adding, "Perhaps it is telling that your win involves an interrogation."
Handing over the envelope, he asked, "Care to present the next category?"
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Post by yolanda7g on Mar 28, 2011 23:02:21 GMT -5
Faustus rolled his eyes dramatically at Sherlock's little speech - not happy with being associated with that guy. He watched as Sherlock walked away with his award, "Yeah, yeah yeah," Faustus said joining Monte back on the stage. "Go' on. Take the award. You lucky I have to be up here and host this ceremony, but best believe I'm comin after you fo' that trophy! Don't think you're gettin away with that man, you don't know who you playin with!" To Monte Cristo he said, "Maaaan please, you better hush with them snide comments. Don't play." To the audience. "Congrats to who ever wins the next award cuz I don't give a crap about any one bein' noble. I bet half of these people aint even as noble as people think. Everyone's got somethin' to hide, even Mr. Righteous Snide Commentator over here." He nodded to Cristo. And the nominees for most noble character are...PENELOPE LAFONTAINE“It's the same thing that's been happening to the forest since we got our grubby little hands on it God knows how many decades ago: The global north exploiting the resources of the global south… And all for a profit." She shook her head in disappointment. “And we wonder why people become anarchists." JAY WATSONHe'd had Sherlock around for a great part of his life. He'd learnt a lot from him and imagined that he had much more to learn. He wasn't just going to drop a friend just because Mary didn't like him. It wouldn't be fair to do that. He wouldn't expect her to do that with any of her friends, so he wasn't going to let her do it to his own friends. JOAN ARKThey wanted all kinds of information at those places, information Joan wasn't about to give. She couldn't betray her Voices by getting caught. She had to stay out of reach until they told her it was time to begin her mission. If that meant hiding out in a library,then so be it. PONYBOY CURTISYou didn't have to be able to hear him to imagine what he was so obviously saying-- Pay up or get beat up. Your choice, kid. That was when I lost it. I'm not a hundred percent sure why, but it had something to do with the look in the kid's eyes. It reminded me too much of how Johnny looked that day when the Socs got hold of him. So, like the idiot I was, I ran over to the part of the sidewalk where they were all standing, yelling, "Hey, leave 'em alone, guys. Can't you see they ain't got no money?" "And I'mma announce the winner this time just to keep from hearing your voice again." Faustus told Monte Cristo. It was clear he was pretty pissed off about Sherlock. "PONYBOY CURTIS!"
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Post by eastsidesunset on Mar 28, 2011 23:45:51 GMT -5
For a moment, when I heard my name being announced as not only nominated but the winner of the most unlikely award in the history of, well, everything, I honestly believed that maybe there was another Ponyboy Curtis somewhere. It was more likely than me winning Most Noble Character, at least.
I mean, seriously?! Me. Noble. The greaser kid with nothing to his name except the fact that it stuck out on school bulletins like a sore thumb.
It had to be a mistake.
Right?
Right?!
But people started staring at me expectantly as soon as the name that couldn't be mine was called, and I stumbled up in a daze, nearly tripping on the steps up the stage. Every second of the way I half-expected someone to yell "No, not you, the other one," or something, but somehow no one did.
So I took the award, staring at the audience in disbelief, and mumbled, "Uh, thanks? I mean. I think I'm more surprised than anyone else here. Kinda obvious why, I mean, me, noble? Really, guys?" I shook my head and laughed, suddenly feeling all the humour of the situation. Maybe Two-Bit screwed with the votes or something just to put me on the spot. It wouldn't be beyond him, I guessed. No one could possibly think I was nobler than a cantelope.
"Well, anyway, thanks. I guess," I finished with an eyeroll, and hopped off the stage and back into my seat. It was ridiculous, but hey, I thought wryly with a half-grin. I wasn't "noble" enough to turn down an award yet- even if it was a completely insane one.
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Post by THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO on Apr 2, 2011 1:06:02 GMT -5
When Faustus mentioned his having something to hide like everyone else, Monte Cristo just gave a warm smile. Of course he had something to hide; perhaps more than even Faustus could guess. But he let the clearly irritated co-host give the next award, as it seemed he felt he was making a point by doing so. "We have a few more awards left to give out, so I'm afraid you have still to hear my voice for a while," Monte Cristo said genially to Faustus after Ponyboy accepted his award. "I think I will present this next award, if you don't mind." The comment may have been phrased as though he were seeking Faustus' approval, but Monte Cristo went ahead without waiting for a response. "Next is Best Kiss-slash-Make Out Moment." And the nominees for Best Kiss/Make Out Moment are...ANYWHERE BUT HOME STARING HENRY JEKYLL AND LUCY HARRISIn the moonlit gloom they kissed, near, nearer, and at length he put his arm around her gently, not drawing her toward him, only letting it lie around her waist, as though it had a right to be there, heart to heart, in the stillness of the night. AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE OURS STARING JOANNE JEFFERSON AND ROGER DAVISSo when he pulled her into a rather violent kiss, his hand playing in her hair, she was helpless to do anything but return the passion full force. After all, Joanne never did anything halfway. BECAUSE LONELINESS CAN CAUSE MY HEARTBREAK STARING SHERLOCK HOLMES AND IRENE ADLERHis voice seemed to deepen, in a mad rush to finish the chit-chat as the woman frantically yanked at his shirt before his mouth fell back down onto hers. Why should he, without any excuse of passion, out of mere caprice, from pure vanity and arrogance, take pleasure in leaning into the curve of Irene's slender neck? Or even kiss it, pushing himself against one of the smoothest chests in the world. "And the winner, Faustus?" Monte Cristo prodded with a smirk, turning over the envelope to his co-host.
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Post by yolanda7g on Apr 2, 2011 1:52:52 GMT -5
Faustus looked at the envelope and rolled his eyes. "Ugh, not this guy again...at least he's bringing that hot chick up here with him - there's always a bright side. HENRY JEKYLL AND LUCY HARRIS!"
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Post by LUCY "KITTY" HARRIS on Apr 2, 2011 15:12:38 GMT -5
What a fickle thing it was that which could not agree upon the exact sentiment to express during the moment that her name and Henry’s were called again as the winners. Perhaps the most fitting would be a kind of rapturous response, something that struck a chord and resonated. And it was true, she did feel it with enough zeal to merit supreme acknowledgment, but that very slight tremor of anxiety that had been lying dormant had stirred for the most fleeting of moments, mainly when that Faustus character kept making comments directed at her. She grinned broadly to cover it and at darling Henry with the hint of mischief glittering in her wild eyes. He knew very well what secrets that look implied.
With secret fun dancing across her features, she rose from her seat with their hands interlaced and began leading the way to the stage. Shooting him a sidelong glance and a cursory nod, she broke from him and made her way to the area of the stage opposite him with a slight bounce in her step, her flowing gown rippling with the movement.
Lucy didn’t dare to look towards the audience and gauge their reactions of bemusement. Instead, she kept her eyes trained on Henry while gathering the bit of dress into one hand to allow for the litheness required (while exposing some leg), gauging his own frame of mind. Satisfied with what she found in his expression, her smile widened.
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Post by ricketts on Apr 2, 2011 17:43:09 GMT -5
Henry sat perfectly still, absorbedly listening, and as the winner was announced, he smiled and turned his face Lucy's way. Without a sound he drew up out of his seat and sought her hand. To walk like this, with a kind of incredibly swift torrent of consciousness, bearing echoes and images like bubbles on the surface, could not be called thinking.
Some stealthy hand had thrust open the sluice of memory. And words, voices, faces of applause streamed through without connection, tendency, or sense. His hands hung in Lucy's until she cast a fleeting look, and he turned away in the facing direction. Rubbing busily up to the stage, he stood in the clear lights. Deliberately adjusting his tie, he very quietly he stole Lucy a look of austere humour. Watching her, utterly motionless with his face slightly turned up.
A glimpse of Lucy, and there was his cue. Henry passed a closing smile, and began to walk.
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Post by LUCY "KITTY" HARRIS on Apr 2, 2011 19:41:27 GMT -5
With a beckoning finger and far more beckoning countenance, there was her appeal to Henry. Something so minimal in its execution, but complex in its bearing. Something she had developed as a device in her seductions. Not the action itself, but the fire behind it. While Lucy did have a caricature to portray that differed from whom she truly was, she would be less than truthful if she did not admit to a fraction of that embellished bravado being hers and hers alone. She would not have been able to exaggerate that fire if she had none to begin with.
And so this stunt came into being, birthed by the heat of that fire and the one they stoked through their own passion. With a sweeping grin, she sashayed across the stage to Henry and pounced. One leg hitched up along his waist and one arm cast around the back of his neck, she pressed her lips to his in a kiss of joining passions, of meeting ardor. One hand buried itself in his ebony hair as her thumb treated his cheek to a gentle caress and her eyes remained closed to the flow of applause and the stirring of cheers that had commenced with greater fervor.
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Post by ricketts on Apr 3, 2011 5:02:16 GMT -5
Walking on, he came to a sudden standstill nearabouts centre-stage as Lucy took flight. Henry threw up his hands, holding her in position with unfailing strength. Evidently this very seat was her goal; and when she inclined for that kiss memory rushed back and set his pulses beating. Feeling her hand fix into a tangle of his hair.
Flight, it seemed, had for the moment quietened the demands of that other feebly struggling personality which was beginning to insinuate itself into his consciousness, which had so miraculously broken in and taken possession of his body. He would not think now. Lucy's kiss, it seemed, still sent a chill down him. They held a kiss of feverish eagerness for a few glorious moments, and then withdrew for their speech. Though Henry did not quite put her down, her arms still knotted around his shoulders unrelentng to let go. So he carried her, on his hip, to the stand.
Falteringly, his eyes dropped on the ground, with only now and then a timid, appealing glance at her, and the audience who he was suddenly remembering with the effect of them having dropped from the skies. With one swift dexterous movement, he laid her down with a brief glance to her face. Composing himself on the other side of the platform, he hung back a little.
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Post by LUCY "KITTY" HARRIS on Apr 3, 2011 17:06:23 GMT -5
Stolen away from the presence of time and all of its misgivings, Lucy escaped into their kiss. An anomaly it would seem to others that no matter how many times their lips had met before, gliding against each other with utter devotion, it always ignited that amorous passion born out of long association and their ability to find solace away from the outside world in their joining. Aided by the truth that her kisses were his solely, there was their intense bond nurtured even more so.
Pulling away from their kiss, a slow, creeping grin laid claim, obscured by a flash of bashfulness that willed her hand to ghost across her mouth as if to conceal. Carried to the stand in a show of gallantry and sweet affection, she let a gentle laugh fall from her mouth and, fleetingly, rubbed her cheek lightly against his hair before he set her back down onto level ground again. Her glowing and infectious grin remained on her face as she received the statuette and braved through whatever semblance of a speech she could manage after that.
“Believe me, with a kiss like his, an actual award isn’t really necessary,” Lucy breathily laughed, fixing her eyes on the statuette briefly before returning her gaze to the audience. “But it is appreciated. Thanks. Babe, do-”, she started, her intent to let him have a word in, only to find him hanging a little too far back.
Casting him a look of gallivanting encouragement and teasing reprimand, she playfully swatted his arm and gestured to the stand. “Get up here!”
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