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Post by The Witch King on Oct 18, 2002 14:20:39 GMT
The guests for this evening are gathering in The Dark Hall at Mordor. In the centre of the hall is a long catwalk with seating all around it. There are candles running the length of it. At the end sits the two judges The Witch King and Jared with their clipboards.
Contestants need to walk down the catwalk and then answer a few questions.
Your 'walk' needs to be as detailed as possible so we can judge you properly. There is no set order, and although only Grubby and Imrel have put their names down so far we are expecting more entries.
Audience participation welcome. ;D
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Post by Rhiannon on Oct 19, 2002 15:03:47 GMT
Behind the stage:
*Has arrived very early, and now sits in a tiny room between boxes with dresses, make up stuff and shoes. Looks into the mirror and brushes her hair nervously.*
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Post by Imrel on Oct 19, 2002 23:25:52 GMT
*Squeezes in through the dressing room door, trying not to trip over a conveniently placed crate of dresses. Is a little surprised to find someone here already.* Oh, hi Rhia. *Is wearing her short sleeved, shin length plum dress and looking a little red in the face.* Do you know when the pageant starts?
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Post by Rhiannon on Oct 21, 2002 13:42:10 GMT
Oh, hello Imrel! I think it's later this evening. We're still waiting for Eli and Grubby.
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Post by Grubhosh on Oct 21, 2002 19:48:55 GMT
Grubby squeezes through the door and steped lightley over the crate. She has a powder pink dress over her arm.
What!? It ain't mine!
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Post by Imrel on Oct 22, 2002 2:27:02 GMT
No one's accusing you of owning a dress, Grubby. *Sighs.* I'm beginning to wish I'd just worn my usual rags. I had to pass a group of Orcs to get here, and I've a nasty feeling they're going to heckle me... *Straightens the tight collar.* I wonder if Eli will actually come, I don't think she's very willing to.
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Post by Rhiannon on Oct 22, 2002 13:31:40 GMT
*Starts to put on her navy blue dress* Well, I hope she makes it.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 23, 2002 16:40:37 GMT
*Sticks his head around the door, grinning like a cheshire cat.*
Do you ladies need any help with anything? ;D
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Post by Imrel on Oct 24, 2002 2:06:57 GMT
*Gives him a Look, pushing her hair off her face.* Nose out please, Witchy. This is the Ladies' Dressing Room.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 24, 2002 7:29:18 GMT
I just thought you might need some help getting into your dresses.
No?
Okay ;D
*Makes a sharp exit before anyone throws anything at him.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Oct 24, 2002 9:22:22 GMT
Eowyn goes up to the door of the dressing room and knocks, a huge bag full of 'stuff' over her shoulder.
"Can I join in?" she asks nervously...
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Post by Zulu on Oct 24, 2002 11:41:23 GMT
[glow=blue,2,300]^scurries through the door^ And me? Pretty please with surgar on top? [/glow]
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Post by Rhiannon on Oct 24, 2002 13:04:58 GMT
Lol, sure! I'm sure especially the Witch King will appreciate it....*Smiles at the newcomer.* I'm Rhiannon, by the way.
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Post by Zulu on Oct 24, 2002 18:49:26 GMT
[glow=blue,2,300]^Smiling wiggles her finger looking a little shy^ Lomelindi, but everyone calls me Lo[/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 24, 2002 18:51:11 GMT
*Passes the new Elf in the corridor and thinks to himself that there are a lot of pretty girls in the competition.
At least he suspected that she was pretty. His eyes hadn't actually got as far as her face. ;D*
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