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Are You Hot?

Future Utopian America

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a part of Are You Hot?, by WingedOctopus.

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Jackson Ashe [7] "I'm a musician at heart, but I've got some hope with this. My parents shouldn't live a penniless retirement."
Jennifer Rowan [6] "I'll do whatever it takes.."
Dylan Springs [5] "This is what I was made for... sigh."
Eleanor Rose Larkin [4] "I will never be a mindless barbie, but I need to change my family's life."
Alexander "Xander" Fiers [3] "It's a window of opportunity and i'm taking it"
Tony "Griff" Griffith [2] "Heeeello, ladies and gentleman, and welcome to Are You Hot!"
Lenas Peterson [1] "People have such boring views of beauty. Why don't I change their ideas a bit?"
Alyce Fox [1] "Um great.... I DON'T WANNA BE A ROBOT!"
Zara Faye Lexington [0] "If you only remember one thing about me, make sure it's this: I'm doing this for the people I love."
Azoth Blint [0] "This is my kind of screwed up."

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"Hey, we're live in twenty minutes!"

"Got that. Microphones checked?"

"On it. Are the contestants lined up?"

"Yeah, there's here backstage waiting."

"Live in fifteen!"

"Roger that."

Dylan felt like cowering, like curling up in some corner, in turning her back to all of these strange people who were looking at her!

Okay... admittedly, they probably weren't looking at her. But it sure felt like it. They were backstage, all of them, waiting for the show to go on air. Back and forth scurried the stage hands, chattering into their headsets to the people who manned the sound booth. The lights were dimming and brightening as they were tested; the mist machine spit out fog at random intervals. She glanced around nervously. For a show that consisted of only eight contestants, there sure were a lot of people back here. HAM, that was hair-and-makeup, scurried from person to person to do final touch-ups. She'd already had hers, her hair pulled and yanked and her face buffeted with powder puffs, but hey, it was nowhere near as bad as how her mother used to pinch and prod her.

Then again, at home, she didn't have to stand naked in front of millions of strangers.

Dylan crossed her arms over her chest, cheeks flaring. She made sure to keep her head down. She looked at the ground-- where else would she look? The other contestants? Dear God, no! All of this was so-- so invasive! She could feel her chest tightening, her lungs constricting. She felt like she could barely breathe; all of this was so claustrophobic. Her hands just wanted to curl around the safe form of her inhaler. But it wasn't on her, obviously; she was naked. What if she had an asthma attack right on stage? Oh, God. She felt so bare in her nudity. She hugged herself tighter, keeping her head down.

Across the stage, the host, Tony "Griff" Griffith, was spending a copious amount of time getting his hair gelled and spiked and his face applied with male makeup. He didn't seem at all bothered by the eight naked contestants milling around backstage, waiting for their turns. Then again, he was probably used to it.

At that moment, he stood up, pushing the HAM workers away, and bounced over to where the contestants stood.

"You ready, guys?" Griff asked. He spoke way too fast, in a light tone of voice, as if he couldn't get his words out quickly enough. "Ten minutes till showtime. How ya feeling? Good? Good. You know the drill. I go out and introduce ya, and you walk down the runway when you hear your name." He glanced at Dylan and lifted an eyebrow when he saw her chest. "No covering yourself. You gotta sell your goods, kids. This is your life here. Don't wanna be borged!" He laughed. By 'borged', he was referring to the operation that took away your free will and turned you into a robot, a cyborg.

Dylan thought she might faint. She slowly lowered her arms.

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There is always one girl who didn't like the rules Alyce was having a debate with someone about the rules and how she thinks the creator of the show is a messed up perv. She gave up and tried to find a casual way to cover herself so she could think Striaght and they didnt have a go. Alyce put one knee over the other so this covered most of her from the front then she brought her arms across resting them on her knee. Algce was close to a breaks down she knew it but tried to hide it what ur she fell over, What if someone noticed a mole she had never spotted herself before? She blinked back a tear and prepared for her turn she couldn't stop her go but she could prepare herself mentally.

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Alexander didn't even have time to BE embarrassed. They basically forced him to undress and walk out to get ready to get on stage. 'The less time to get embarrassed the better I guess' he thought. He stood next to the rest of the contestants and said "They should at least let us strip," he smirked "I mean, how fun can it be to just look at a naked person? You get no entertainment." he was joking but Alexander had a way of sounding serious when he was being sarcastic.

H.A.M. came running past and puffed his face with powder puffs. Then they ran some gel through his hair and messed it up with their fingers. From there they put each strand back into place. The only difference was his hair looked fuller. The H.A.M. people didn't even look at him as they worked, and when they finished they didn't SAY anything either, they just moved on to the next person.

Alexander took a deep breath and let his hands hang by his side. He smirked when Griff told the girl in front of him to put her arms down. 'I'd probably be uncomfortable if I had that many parts showing as well' he thought. Then he came to a startling realization 'I DON'T want my sister to watch this...Mom better not have the tv on.' Alex wasn't sure if the show was on cable or just regular channels but he DIDN'T want his family to see him like this. 'Don't get self conscious now Xander. You're doing this for your sister. You're getting the prize money at the end of this show so the medical bills will be paid so you and your family can buy a house. Don't think about your mom or sister watching. Just do it'

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She looked at his face he guy seemed so unembarassed so settled it almost freaked her out. She felt like a million toy eyeballs were fixed on her watching and waiting for Somthing to happen. Maybe it will be better if I don't win no that's selfish your mother and brother shouldn't suffer because she was scared to strip down I front of many people. She knew her mother wouldn't be watching she would be working but her brother she had no idea. Bet that weirdo from next door is watching... She thought bitterly.

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Jackson listened to the buzz of conversation around him, alternating between looking at the ceiling and looking at the ground. He didn't want to look at someone and make them uncomfortable, although it was partly so no one could focus on his eyes. Being around all these gorgeous people with magnificent bodies who were competing with him in a beauty competition was nerve wracking, and he was trying to keep people form noticing it. After all, he needed to give the money to his family - For what they'd done for him, they deserved to life a nice retirement, not a penniless one. Hearing the minutes countdown, he bit his lip somewhat nervously. He looked up in surprise and apologized as someone lightly bumped into him.

He smiled at them apologetically and they smiled back before their expression quickly became a straight face, then their eyes flickered downwards. Jackson flinched and almost moved to cover himself, but remembered he couldn't afford to be shy in this competition, although he very clearly became uncomfortable. Tell him to go out in his boxers and he'd strut it out no problem, tell him to go out naked and he'll shuffle nervously towards the exit. Once they had wandered away, apparently part of the HAM team, he made his way to the further corner away from everyone. When the girl was told to put her arms down, he glanced over just briefly before looking at the ceiling again. 'Poor girl,' he thought to himself, frowning. He was sure the exposure was very uncomfortable for most of the ladies, and sympathized. 'I hope everything goes alright,

Then, he was being assaulted. He figured he had just been saved for left as the HAM team descended down upon him. They seemed to not even care there were no mirrors about, unlike what many of the TV shows suggested, with them being surrounded by bright lights and mirrors. For some of the times, he bend down a bit for them to get to his hair. He knew he was a bit on the taller side, and not all the girls were comfortable with reaching that far up to work. As they wandered away, he was astonished at how quickly they worked. Jackson frowned and reached across his chest, rubbing his arm nervously as he looked back down. 'Just do your best,'

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She buried her head in her in her hands for a moment when she looked back her left glided across her face to wipe Somthing away a tear maybe. She looked at their contenastants at their faces not their revealed bodies because she knew if someone looked at her body know she would honestly take their ear and throw them into a wall. She was feeling that emotional she sniffed and muttered Somthing like "At least it will get my brother a decent life like the one I on e dreamed of." she hadn't meant to say it and when she had realized she had said it quite loudly den though it was a mutter.

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Jennifer sat poised as the workers touched up on her hair and make-up. She felt the plucking at her eyebrows, brushes running over face, and hair spray just barely misting her skin. She bit her lip gently, wanting them to be done. They scolded her for messing up the gloss, and reapplied. She could still taste the whitening bleach in her mouth, and feel a bit of the sting after most of the hair on her body was waxed completely off. She felt a bit cold, because then again she wasn't wearing any clothes. She glanced over at the other contestants, seeing the girls embarrassed and covering themselves, and the boys looking a bit awkward.

She wasn't as shy as the others. Standing up from the chair she'd been in while they perfected her, she walked over to the others. She stood shoulders back, back arched, and her hands on her hips. She was a little self concious of her bellybutton.. But it wasn't too noticeable to the average person. To the judges, maybe. She didn't know what their opinion would be. Besides that though she knew she had a pretty killer body many girls would die for. To her all of them were gorgeous and she wondered why they were being so silly and hiding. It was about to be on TV anyway..

She moved over near Jackson, a contestant she was slightly familiar with. They'd spoken a few times before, and he seemed like an easy person to get along with. She glanced him up and down once, then stared into his eyes. "Nervous?" She asked him, with a playfully flirty smile. She tilted her head, looking up at him. He was easily 7 inches taller than her, but in heels it was less.

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Yep I'm going to be robot. She thought with one look at Jennifer she felt ugly and like she was wasting her time. She was a little jelous not that she showed it the only thing you could tell she was feeling was embarrassment and a little bad angry and very emotional but that's just her she is emotional.

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Jackson remained silent, dreading when he had to walk on stage. Of course he'd fake being more confident in his body, not wanting to look too sheepish - After all, he had to sell himself. Looking down at the ground, he just waited. Waiting, though, was absolute torture. It was like waiting for the guillotine. Jackson did his best to not look at anything, or himself - It would make him nervous.

Then, he heard a voice and looked up to Jennifer, very pointedly rolling eyes around her body and looking at just her face, fixing his eyes on her. However, he moved his eyes much less than most people would, making exaggerated eye movements to avoid looking at her - But being blind in one eye made him not have to. He smiled slightly at her, his little smile charming, but also genuine.

"Hey," he greeted her before chuckling lightly and reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah, kinda," he laughed. "If they told me to go out in boxers, i'd have no problem - But being out there with absolutely nothing?" A nervous chuckled escaped his lips and he shook his head. "A bit too much, if you ask me." Out of habit, Jackson reached up to stroke the dogtags he normally wore when he was nervous, but touched only skin since he had removed them as well. To keep his mind off things though, he simply moved his hand to his collarbone and rhythmically tapped his collarbone.

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She swallowed nervously looking around she felt like she had a thousand tiny butterflies flying around inside her stomach she was that nervous she didn't think she'd be able to take it much longer until she ran off to find Somthing to wear. No. You. An fo it. What did your mother used to call you? Oh yeah cutie cutie. The word spun around her head as she tried to remind herself why she was here putting herself through this.

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Eleanor was horrified. She wasn't really a shy person by any means, but she didn't want to look at anyone. She didn't want anyone to see her. She brought her shoulders forward, wanting to disappear. Closing her eyes and trying hard not to cover her chest with her arms, she thought of Lily. Sweet little Lily didn't deserve to be living in a shack while she was out here living the high life. Or so it looked. She felt so bare- as though not only her clothes where stripped away but like they would try to strip away her personality, too. The life in her eyes.
But she would never allow that to happen. Her spirit was the one thing they could never take from her. Or could they? If she lost, she would not only fail her sister but herself too. She would be no use to anyone- just a mindless, pretty face.

As a shudder ran through her, she dared a look up at the others. There was a blonde, Jennifer, who was proudly standing as though it was so stupid to want to cover yourself. Have you no shame? She asked, as the girl even flirted while they where all naked. She could help but roll her eyes, but kept her mouth shut. It was too early to be making enemies. HAM came running over, back her long honey gold curls, shoving things in her face that looked like instruments of torture. She searched their eyes, looking for a hint of anything- sympathy, pity, even disgust. But there was nothing in their cold, lifeless eyes. Nothing for Ella to connect to.
Once they decided she was prettied up enough, they hurried off to the next person. She glanced at the others once more, squaring out her shoulders as a fire lit in her bright blue eyes. She could not fail Lily. Would not.
Although she seemed determined, there was something about her that still seemed friendly. Approachable. She wasn't overly-confident, but she wasnt completely doubtful either.

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Xander adjusted his view on his nudity. As strange as it was to think about he it was all for his sister. 'I can endure anything for her' he thought. 'Anything, even if that means acting like someone i'm not to get the money for her medical bills' he sighed and lost his composure momentarily, but quickly straightened back up and smiled charmingly. The producers shoved him in line and told him to wait while they finish up the others. 'Moment of truth' he thought.

He looked around at his competition and tried to assess their personalities. The brunette girl with the slender face (Eleanor) looked as though she was mortified to be there...but she also seemed to be ready to do it. 'Maybe she has someone she's fighting for as well' he thought. In that moment he knew that if he were to pick someone to relate to it'd be her. 'You're not here to make friends. You wouldn't keep them anyway...Only one can win and it has to be you' he thought to himself. His attention was drawn again by the male and female in the corner (Jennifer and Jackson). They looked like a celebrity couple. The blonde girl was flirting it up 'Maybe that's her edge' he thought. The guy looked a bit self-conscious as he tapped his collarbone, but he also looked ready.

He realized how odd it must've looked for him to be staring at everyone so he looked back toward the entrance to the stage.

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Jennifer laughed a bit with him, looking around at the other contestants again. She knew all of them had reasons for doing what they were. A lot had people at home they wanted the money for. She didn't know how to feel about this. The point about her was that she didn't. She didn't have anyone for her home. She left her parents when she'd turned 18. Took her car, and drove down that long desert road without looking back. Didn't have much friends she'd miss. Didn't have any real lovers. Her parents never seemed to care. There was a quote Gandhi said once, "Whatever you do in life will be insignificant. But it very important that you do it because. No one else will."

You wonder sometimes.. What's you're purpose. Why are you here. What was she doing here. How does anyone know? She guessed that's the lesson: don't leave anything misunderstood, don't postpone what you want.. Because just like that... it could end.
Gandhi said that whatever you do in life will be insignificant. But it's very important that you do it. She tended to agree with the first part. Some might say it's selfish what she was doing was for herself. She wanted meaning to her life, even if this seemed pointless, it all was to her.

She'd learned that you can't change for anyone. You have to change for yourself. She thought back to when she was a little girl, and her mother used to smoke many times a day. Her mom always told her she'd try to quit, but she never did. Jennifer realized her mom had always been stressed, and she didn't really want to stop. You have to want to change more than anything if you're going to..

Changing was like winning or doing something. It was for yourself.. The best reason to do anything, she felt, was for yourself. No matter how selfish it sounded she knew this is what she wanted. Winning this. And if she couldn't do it, she deserved to be a lifeless robot..

She look at Jackson, something about him, just looking at him made her feel different. Even though she stood there naked, and looking somewhat confident, inside she felt like half of her was melting. His slightly dull green eyes seemed to look right through her. She swallowed hard, and watched him tap on his collar bone. Something then clicked in her head. A plan maybe, but also a conceded way of being close to him.. She decided she'd talk to him after the first round about it.

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She swallowed. And looked at the other girls hey we're al so pretty model looking and lively then you've got Alyce with a lifeless face and dull eyes the fact she had a nice body and features meant nothing once you saw those depressing sad grey eyes. She looked at the guys yep they were all hot and lively looking too she swallowed again and choked on it and coughed loudly. She blushed and hid her face eyes watering up from the cough.

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Dylan

She tapped her hands on her thighs to keep herself from covering up again, and forced herself to look around. She hadn't met any of the other nine yet. Well... they certainly didn't seem to be very comfortable, either, except for one girl. Dylan frowned at her. Jennifer, that was her name. They'd all been given quick introductions, but no real time for socializing. Even clothed, Dylan hadn't been fond of the blond, and now, watching her standing completely unabashed, Dylan realized something. She was going to lose. In comparison to that woman, they would completely glaze over sweet girl-next-door Dylan Springs.

Well, I'm not about to let that happen, she thought fiercely, straightening her back. She let her arms hand loosely at her sides and brushed back her hair out of her face. Confidence, Dylan. She tried to recall all of the lessons her mother had forced on her. Poise. Presentation. I'm just as beautiful as her, she kept reminding herself. Then a small smile curled over her pink lips, and she corrected herself-- I'm just as hot as her!

Two can play at this game, Miss Jennifer. But only one can win.

Dylan took a moment to compose herself. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Then she plastered on a dazzling smile and strode across the room, picking out who she was going to hit it up with. She tapped the girl on the shoulder. Eleanor.

"Hey. Eleanor, right? Dylan." The buzz from the crowd beyond seemed to pick up. They were a crowd of mindless, excitable drones. Dylan winced at the sound. "This is fun, huh?" she asked, a little dryly. She scanned the other contestants and then nodded to Jennifer and the boy she was flirting with. "Check them out. Who does she think she's fooling?"

Dylan didn't quite know why she was saying those cruel things, but what came to mind was her sisters. They had always said things like that to her, right to her face, and it made them look so... in control. Her sisters were ugly, but that confidence made them look pretty and powerful. That was what Dylan needed to win.

Somewhere backstage, she heard a techie yell, "Five minutes till show! Get them lined up!"

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This was not nice, not nice at all. Lenas was normally an incredibly shy, modest man - as one could tell from the fact that the clothes he wore covered just about every inch of his skin - so being forced to be stand around naked was not fun in any way. It was bad enough to be naked in front of eight, nine people. Soon he'd have to stand in front of the entire world. Just the mere thought of that sent him trembling, a furious blush on his face.

Luckily enough, or perhaps unluckily enough for him, his face was coated in such a thick layer of white foundation that not a single hint of blush showed through. Apparently, the HAM were trying to make him go for the 'vampire' look, and were currently coating every visible inch of his body with the same white foundation, turning his skin into a shade of porcelain white. Lenas tried not to focus too much on what they were doing, especially as they got to the lower regions of his body, and instead tried to concentrate on the hands tugging at his hair.

Finally, they appeared to have finished with him, and were moving onto the next contestant. Lenas felt like someone had put him into a suit of itchiness and pain. The foundation coating his skin certainly didn't look bad; in fact, it looked like it was his real skin and gave him a fairly gorgeous appearance, but, yeesh, it itched like the bite of a thousand mosquitoes. And then his hair. He wasn't quite sure what they had done to the black strands, apart from coating it in a few hundred pounds of moisturizer to give it a silky, shiny appearance. Judging by the constant tugging pain he felt on his skull, Lenas presumed they had styled in a set of elaborate braids. He couldn't quite tell, considering there were no mirrors there.

His eyes had been outlined in heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow, making the pale brown hue of his irises stand out and shine with an orange glow. His lips had been lined with a pale, rose-coloured lip gloss, making them shine but not actually colouring them. By now, Lenas was quite positive that he was wearing more make-up than all of the other contestants combined. He was relieved that his make-up at least looked nice on him and enhanced his beauty, as well as the fact that it helped give him the dark sort of look he was shooting for.

He sighed at the five-minute warning call. Five minutes until he had to enter complete hell. How lovely. He could feel his pulse racing, and was almost trembling with terror and nervousness, but still pushed back his shoulders, making his posture impeccable once again. Lenas thanked his acting skills; now it would be difficult, perhaps even impossible, to tell that he was completely terrified of going out onto the runway. Now he looked calm, courageous, and perhaps even a touch arrogant. He looked like someone ready to win this competition.

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Eleanor glanced over her shoulder when someone tapped on it. She noticed a beautiful girl with long dark hair, and gave her a genuinely friendly smile. "Hey. Eleanor, right? Dylan." the girl asked, and she nodded. "Yep, that's me. But you can call me Ella. It's nice to meet you, Dylan." she kept her bright blue eyes locked with Dylan's, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable by looking at her body.

"Check them out. Who does she think she's fooling?" Ella glanced over at Jennifer. "Maybe she's just trying to make an image for herself. I just can help but wonder what kind of image she's trying to create." Eleanor gave Dylan a look that said they both probably knew exactly what kind of image she was trying to create. "I guess if we want to win, we all have to find something to make us stand out."
She looked back at Dylan, and felt her heart drop when she heard "Five minutes till show! Get them lined up!" Ella lit a fire in her eyes, and stood tall and proud. Beautiful.

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Azoth was standing completely nude letting the HAM bots put a little gel in his hair, but when they moved towards his scars he stepped out of the way and walked to the line up. He was proud of his scars and wasn't about to let some robot cover up his pride. He glanced around at the people around him. They each were attractive in their own way. Azoth had always been a bad judge of attractiveness anyways, he couldn't pick out any flaws on any of the people. So when he got to the line he just stood and waited with bated breath. He thought of the millions of dollars he could win and how he could rebuild his family, but god did he hate reality shows.

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She lined up behind Azoth trying to hide her face. She was alway nervous but if now was on a completely different scale. She looked at the flor her brown hair cascading down as a curtain around her face. She wished she was brave enough to talk to someone maybe they would be able to comfort her or give her some more faith she doubted it.

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Elliot stood in line, fighting the goosebumps that invaded his bare olive skin. This was degrading. All of it. But it was this or death...He tried death before. Death didn't want him so maybe America did? It was better then nothing, right? He crossed his arms at his wrists. Making sure no one could see the thin raised lines that indicated his prior meeting with Death.

He stood behind a brown-haired girl. She was just as nervous as he was. He had much more pratice hiding it. He wore his 'dead face'. A mask he used to use when he was home with his abusive father and drunken mother. He stood straight, head held high that his straight black hair tickled the back of his neck.
He'd been told he was attractive and before the 'Incident' he used to believe it. He had strong, He was tall, rather muscular from growing up on a farm. He used to have a grin that played across his Native American features that would making girls go crazy. But that was before. He still looked the same but He just doesn't smile anymore. Not the way he used to.
He took a deep breath and waited. He'd take this like he used to take his father's beatings.
He'd bob and weave and make sure nothing important was damaged. In this case, it was his pride and not his vital organs.

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Jackson kept a small, nervous smile on his face. He didn't want to look like he wasn't confident in himself, because he was aware that he was rather attractive - Or at least, that many people thought him so. His kept his eyes on Jennifer, not wanting to look rude by glancing away as if in disinterest or letting them wander in any direction that one might mistake for perverted. His one emerald green eye had a kind spark in it, while the other seemed to lack something. It seemed grayer, duller, but only if you stared into it for quite a while. Soon, he became conscious of the chance of it being notice and looked up at the ceiling, figuring it would be the safest place to look away.

"It's certainly not what i was expecting - The show, i mean. I knew what it was like, i guess, but..." he trailed off tapping his collarbone a bit harder before stopping, realizing he would go out on stage with little red dots on it if he continued. ", I suppose i forgot about the nude part." he breathed before wetting his lips with his tongue out of nervous habit. "I hope no one gets it too bad," he thought out loud, wistfully. He was very clearly a compassionate person, very easy to like.

Then, the five minute mark came and he froze, every muscle in his body tensing - which, strangely, wasn't unattractive at all. He watched as everyone began to line up and swallowed, going to join the line. He felt exposed, but knew he would have to simply get used to it if he wanted to win, or even have a hope at winning. What they had to say, he'd take it like a man, he couldn't let things that that damage him too badly. He began to stretch his arms across his chest in preparation, psyching himself up for walking out in front of the judges. He'd be confident, but not cocky, modest, but not overly, and perhaps even sexual, but not raunchy. Oh gosh, this was the time that he would have to be thankful for the drama department in his high school.

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She swallowed again her throat felt horribly dry and sore. She looked around her nervously the other guys looked so confident the girls nor as much. Her legs shook a bit until she managed to control it please straer so this can be over. She was waiting for what seemed to be the most important reason to be beautiful but Alyssa wasn't pretty was she? Alyssa didn't think so the blonde was extremely pretty as Alyssa noticed.

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Zara stood patiently still as HAM fussed around her. There was one man who was pulling at her hair and spraying something in it which gave it a beautiful, energetic shine and added a little more bounce to her natural curls. A woman was dusting her cheekbones with a pink blusher and another woman was rubbing what Zara assumed to be some kind of foundation or concealer into the virtually invisible, silvery stretch marks that danced up her lower abdomen.

As they worked, Zara gazed across the room at the other contestants. Two brunette girls stood talking. Neither looked especially confident in themselves. The girl with the paler brown hair was trying to stand tall and brave but she still looked a little uncomfortable with the whole situation. But the one with the darker brown hair looked positively humiliated. There were two other girls, one was just another brunette who looked beyond terrified as she glanced round at the other girls. But the girl who really interested Zara was the blonde. Of course, she was pretty, they all were. But it was her attitude that really caught Zara's attention. She was strutting around, talking confidently to a boy. It was as if she'd hardly even noticed she was naked, her body bared before everyone, free for their judgement. It was clear she was playing a certain angle, but Zara couldn't quite figure out exactly what it was. But that didn't matter to her. Zara had an angle of her own and she was going to play it like her life depended on it - ironically though, it did. Today more than ever, people had to see exactly what she wanted them to. She needed them to see her as the party girl gone good to look after the baby she'd had far too young but wouldn't change for the world. Zara needed this. Her little girl, Evie, was her whole world now and she deserved a lot more than their current life could ever give her. Zara would win this if it killed her.

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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. :/)

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Alyssa waa next shr played it confidently giving the crowd waves and blowing kisses she rushed the talking though. "Beautiful face and curves." One observed. She gave a spin earning a whistle from the crowd. She was given 9 for face and 8 1/2 for body then a pleasing 9 1/2 for overall sex appeal. She smiled directly at the camera then walked off the perfect actress described her act. Shaking with nerves then showing off to the cameras. She sat down where she had been before and covered herself,wirh her arms pathetically.