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located in Future Utopian America, a part of Are You Hot?, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Jackson remained quiet in line as he began to fidget. He didn't like being fforced onto stage in his state of dress, but needed to for his parents - He was determined to. His parents deserve to life the rest of their lives in a house, after all. He glanced upon the other contestants briefly, quickly looking up at the ceiling when he accidentily caught sight of a bit of sideboob. He had to stay confident, that way he wouldn't look bad when he got on-

'Jackson Ashe!'

Oh god, no. As one of the members pushed his forward towards the stage, he looked back at the others, mouthing to them 'Good luck', despite that he was the one who was going on stage. Straightening his back and gathering up his courage, he squared his shoulders and walked out onto the stage, ignoring the whooping. The judges sat there, watching him as his walked out. Jackson wondered if he should be alarmed, disturbed, or pleased at the way the judge's faces lit up.

"Well, hello there!" One of the judges yelled out of him and he grinned.

"Hello," he replied. The next questions asked were what he expeced, 'what's your name?' and 'How old are you?'. "My name is Jackson Ashe," he replied to their first question, waiting as they began to speak once more. "I'm twenty one." Suddenly, there wre more whoops and hollers, and he was wondering if he should perhaps do something in response. So, for the sake of television, he turned just slightly and flexed a few of his abs - Suddenly, there were only more screams. 'Oh dear...' he thought to himself as he became still, but stood confidently.

"Well, i see you've taken good care of yourself, you're very fit, but don't overdo it - It gives you a good body type." Answering with a thank you, he chuckled to himself, trying to keep himself from simply collapsing under the pressure of the cameras and audience. "Could you turn around for us, maybe?"

"Of course," Jackson laughed, turning aand making a face of horror when no one could see it. He could feel them staring straight at him, and certainly wasn't very comfortable with it - though he'd pretend to be. Part of being sexy was being confident after all. Hearing that he may turn around, he did so, grinning again.

"Well, you've certainly got a pretty cute tush," Jackson blushed just a bit, but laughed, thanking them again with a small hip movement which elicited a small whoop from the crowd again. "Now, you're face as got a pretty nice shape to it. It's sharp and your jawline is very strong, but there's just something about you i can't quite place. Something in your face." Nodding once more, he pursed his lips for a moment before smiling again. "I'll give you an eight out of ten on face appeal for that, but i guess... a nine and a half for your body - You've taken great care of all of it."

"Overall sex appeal... i'd say it would be a nine."

Jackson nodded, grinning. "Thank you," There was a reply Jackson didn't much care to hear as he walked backstage once more. His face was white as a sheet, having gotten one away from a perfect score with them almost noticing his left eye. That was far too close for him, he knew if they noticed his eyes, it was absolutely over.

(idk if this is closed like... 'CLOSED' but i figured i might try and put this in and see if it helps. If nothing happens, then i suppose i'll call it CLOSED closed and leave it alone. :/)