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Post by Grubhosh on Nov 14, 2002 21:47:07 GMT
(carpet? they get carpet?!  )
grubby walked up to one of the security gaurds.
could you do something for me?
she smiled at him. He nodded egarley trying not to drool too much.
Get me a drink I don't care what it is, but make it sommit strong not any of that elf p*ss? got it?
she patted him on the shoulder,noting how muscular it was. He ran off down the corridor. Normaly blokes were a lot less willing to help her, maybe if she started wearing low cut tops (and if she swore at them less) she could turn her lads into a load of slobbering zombies who'd jump of a cliff if she told them to. She went back to stand with the others and to see what was happening.
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Post by Jared on Nov 14, 2002 23:49:18 GMT
Oh, they don't get carpet. I get carpet when I want. ;D
Anyway... any more contestants?
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Post by The Witch King on Nov 15, 2002 6:49:19 GMT
Let's give it one more day then the competition will close.
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Post by Melian on Nov 15, 2002 15:26:57 GMT
*melian takes a deep breath, then walks out on stage her sparkily skirt and top making it seem that she glowed on stage. (her top looks like the top of a toga but its cut of at a diaginal across her stomach, her skirt also tied like a toga has a slit up the side showing off her leg) she reaches Wk and awates her first quiestion*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Nov 16, 2002 6:37:16 GMT
Eowyn watches Mel proceed down the catwalk, noting how graceful the elf was. Eowyn smiles at her, wondering if Mel could see her...
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Post by Rhiannon on Nov 16, 2002 16:21:59 GMT
*Whistles* Go, Mel!
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Post by Grubhosh on Nov 16, 2002 20:36:41 GMT
Wahey Mel!
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Post by Imrel on Nov 17, 2002 6:28:35 GMT
*Imrel claps along with the the rest of the dazzled Orc audience.* Go get 'em, Melian! *Huddles in her shawl and peers out onto the stage.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Nov 17, 2002 12:42:58 GMT
"I wonder what Mel's first question will be, will she get to sing for us?" Eowyn whispers as she shivers from the cold backstage and hugs her white robes around her...
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Post by The Witch King on Nov 17, 2002 13:04:30 GMT
*Overhears Eowyns remark as he's trying to think of a question. Turns to Mel, bedazzled by her outfit.*
Actually why don't you sing for us instead.
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Post by Jared on Nov 18, 2002 6:32:03 GMT
*Glares at the Witch-King.*
Sorry, I think he took the wrong pills this morning.
Now, Miss Elf... first question for you -
What is your idea of a perfect... dinner?
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Post by The Witch King on Nov 18, 2002 8:56:10 GMT
Oi! Excuse me! I wanted her to sing!  *Huffs and throws his cards across the stage in temper at being challenged.* It's my competition! I say what the questions are! *Scowls at Jared, convinced that he was trying to undermine him. Someone had informed Sauron about his date with the Orc and he was now facing disciplinary charges.Could Jared be the backstabber? Realises all the orcs in the hall are staring at him open mouthed.* |
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Nov 18, 2002 13:01:25 GMT
Eowyn hears some noise coming from the stage and risks a glance. She can't help but giggle over the sillyness of the situation...
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Post by Grubhosh on Nov 18, 2002 13:04:27 GMT
starts laughing
Yay Nazgul fight! ;D
shuts up quickley when she see no one else is lauging.
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Post by Jared on Nov 18, 2002 13:10:53 GMT
*Arches an eyebrow and eyes the fuming Witch-King.*
I suggest you sit down before you do anything that will embarrass yourself, my lord. It won't do you good to let the Orcs see you make a mistake. They may not be the brightest creatures, but I trust that they are able to use whatever happens if you don't cool it against you in the future and you will, definitely, be at a disadvantage.
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