[CONTEST] BRACKET 1

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BRACKET 1

Calliope vs. Kasper vs. Paige vs. Mir vs. Shauntal vs. Wally vs. Rui vs. Fennel

[wally1]

[style=color: #000000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; font-style:italic; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px #FFFFFF; margin: -5px;]          color my world, but don't fly away[/style]

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[atrb=width,360,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=FFFFFF][atrb=style, border-left: 20px solid #34ACAF;][style=background-color: #FFFFFF; font-size:10px; line-height: 12px; color: #333333; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-family: verdana;] He was terrified. Beneath his pale torso his heart was going a mile a minute, and he was forcing his breathing to remain under control. He was really doing this, really giving this Olympic contest a shot. Bright green eyes moved to scan the crowds of people in the stands, and his stomach plummeted even further within his chest. Calm. He needed to calm down. He needed to forget the crowd was watching him, and remind himself the crowd was there for his Pokemon. If his earlier encounter held true, Alyssa could be up there, somewhere. Cheering him on, or just observing how well he and his Pokemon did in this situation. The trainer let out a single breath, focused his gaze upon the stage, and pulled the most worn pokeball from his belt. "Garde. Show time ," He muttered, tone soft as he released his starter. The Pokemon that had seen him through thick and thin, and been there since he first embarked from Petalburg City, and then again from Verdanturf. Exhaling, wally adjusted the bow tie around his throat, glanced up at the crowd for a second, before focusing. Wally had dressed up for the occasion, knowing that it was what some did during contest. Covering his upper body was a white shirt, not too tight as to show off his frail stature, yet not loose enough to look terrible. His lower half was covered in a pair of black trousers, ironed and well suited, and it was finished off by a blue tie. This was what people did, right? Dressed up to impress as well as their Pokemon? Another breath, and then it was time to start. All he needed to remember was to have fun, and that was just what he and his team had agreed upon. This wasn't a game of winning or losing. It was a chance to have fun and give the crowd some entertainment. The moment Garde was released, she closed her eyes, and with a faint and delicate movement she dipped her head to the crowd, single hand crossing over her front. Every part of her being was showing grace and calm, the use of a calm mind upon her release helping. The crowd fell silent as she took to the stage, a coy smile working onto Wallys features. He wasn’t sure whether silence was a good sign or not, but it had been what he was hoping for. Hoping for the crowd to be awed into silence from just the look of his starter. The Gardevoirs eyes opened with piercing determination, bright crimson iris's shining in the light. The air around her suddenly shimmered into life, a bright green orb surrounding her body as she used Protect to mask her presence for but a second, and then it faded slightly. The orb of protective energy cast a faint shimmer, just intensified as her eyes glowed blue, forcing psychic energy outward from herself with a Psychic attack. The glass like protect shattered, green shards flying outward under they were caught once again by the Psychic powers. Instead of remaining whole, the protect shards began to fade, breaking apart into what could only be described as luminous dust, which began to circle from her body before she raised both white colored arms, a heal pulse beginning to form just as the protect dust illuminated the crowd of people and competition in a warm glow. She released the pulse of healing energy upward, a fountain of green and blue light, and she bowed. The folds of her dress billowed as the pulse landed around her, and she was done. The remains of the Protect faded before it landed upon the crowd, a faint shimmer as Garde once again opened her eyes, and let out a short cry of her name. As the name rang out, the applause from the crowd began and it was done. Wally had stood, silently watching his Pokemon work the routine that they had practiced so frequently. Yet he still found his breath stolen. The subtle grace, the calm disposition. He couldn't help but stare. That was his starter, and he still couldn't get over how amazing he found her. [/style]

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[rui]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=width: 400px; border-left: 6.5px #ff9d0a solid;][style=font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10.5px; text-align: justify; width: 350px; padding: 20px;][style=float: left; background-color: #ff9d0a; height: 200px; width: 100px; margin-right: 10px;] [style=border: 2px #ebebeb solid; height: 80px; width: 80px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][style=border: 2px #ebebeb solid; height: 80px; width: 80px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 10px;][/style] [/style]Rui’s heart was pounding as she watched the performance before her. The green-haired boy and his Gardevoir made a lovely performance. With the sounds of the crowd cheering, Rui took a moment to calm herself by focusing on the Auras of the duo before her. The Gardevoir’s was strong and glowing with happiness. The boy’s aura was weaker, faint. It pulsed like it struggled to stay full and flaring around him. A slight frown met her lips and she wondered why his Aura would do that. It wasn’t anything good, that was for sure. ”Piiii~” The squeal sounded in her ear as her adorable Pichu tugged at a lock of her orange hair. Her pokemon was excited. The mouse was still young enough to be considered close to a baby. He hadn’t learned the proper rules of etiquette and yet Rui was always drawn in by his cute actions and sounds, like there was no need to teach him how to behave in public. She couldn’t blame him for his actions now though, seeing as he was going to be part of her opening appeal in this contest. Ever since she ventured to the main regions for the first time since she left Ecruteak, she’d wanted to participate in a contest. The war had effectively halted that hope, though. These Olympics in Unova were the perfect time to try to have some fun and be happy. Although Rui was scarcely dressed differently than normal, she had added a bit of flair to her outfit. Her tube top was a baby pink, and instead of a blue jacket over top of it, she wore it as a connected garment, flaring up from the tube top as a collar and long sleeves, blue with pink trim. The shirt cut an inch and a half above her belly button, and for her bottoms she wore lightly faded skinny jeans that clung to her legs. A pair of red boots with black trim covered her feet, matching the black choker and red rose tucked in one of her ponytails. Though Orre was basically a wasteland, the outfit was anything but new – it was something she’d had for years, but never been able to wear. Now was the perfect time. As soon as the appeal of the boy and Gardevoir before her ended, she walked out – practically skipping with excitement. The notch-eared Pichu jumped off her shoulder and landed on the floor, waving it’s arms to the crowd. A natural attention-seeker. ”Okay Chi!” she called to it, nabbing the tiny pokemon’s attention. ”You know what to do!” With a nod, the Pichu bowed his head for a moment before jumping up into the air, a happy smile across it’s face, its eyes lit up with pure joy. The lips on its face glowed pink as it put its forepaws up to is mouth before spreading them outwards. It repeated this process many times, pink hearts flooding from its mouth and paws in a Sweet Kiss that would cascade over the audience, including the boy and his Gardevoir. A dark seriousness overcame the Pichu’s eyes as it concentrated, it’s tiny body lighting up moments later with a raging flare of electricity, making it look like a tiny ball of electric energy. The tiny electric mouse pokemon darted this way and that across the contest stage, jumping on walls and into the air, scattering the Sweet Kiss hearts that still lingered in the air. As a closing move, it jumped high into the air – higher than previously – and let the light from Volt Tackle fade from its body, before releasing streams of electricity from its body similar to that of a typically painted sun. The rays of energy peirced the hearts floating in the air, the Thundershock splitting them apart, making the halves drift to the ground like rose petals before they faded. Landing on all four paws, Chi stood looking at the crowd, panting. He was scratched and bruised from the self-harming Volt Tackle, but it was worth it. The crowd had been sucked in by his cute entrance, then shocked – hopefully not literally – by his sudden change in attitude and display. ”Chi that was wonderful!” Rui breathed, wanting more than anything to scoop the tiny pokemon up in her arms. But no, she would let him stand and fight for his prize. [style=color: #ff9d0a; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 30px; font-style: italic;]so the beautiful world,[/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1px;]❚ WORDS: 727 ❚ TAGS: all dem peeps ❚ NOTES: contest yay ❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz [/style][/style][/style][/style]

[fennel]

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[style=width: 350px; font-family: times; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18px;]JUST STOP FOR A MOMENT AND SMILE[/style][style=width: 350px; font-family: arial; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; border-top: #eebbbb 10px solid; padding: 5px; border-left: #eebbbb 10px solid;]Fennel couldn't believe it was her turn, by random order she was third to go, which meant she was right in the middle. Therefore she had to really stand out as she wouldn't be the one to make the beginning standard or the final wow. She looked absolutely stunning in a simple, flowing, white gown. It was her mother's once upon a time and now it was her turn to represent the family and completely amaze the judges. Fennel twirled once as she walked on stage which, on purpose caused the triangular red bun holder to pop and out flowed her gorgeous, long, black hair. Being an aspiring fashionista she made sure that her outfit coordinated with her Togetic. Just as things should be.

The two of them had worked on this routine for about a month, ever since they knew the Olympics were coming to Unova. Fennel wouldn't have traveled for something like this, but since it was in her home region, she couldn't fight the urge to compete. So here she was with an awesome line-up of Pokemon, preparing to win it all and come home with the gold. Juniper would be so proud, and no doubt was she cheering her on in the stands right now. Fennel gave one last twirl before releasing her Togetic, which fluttered up into the air and gave a wink to the audience. It was always good to lure them in first, draw attention to yourself.

Both appeals before her had been very good, but Fennel was determined to be even better. No one would take the spotlight from her after this kick-ass performance. She snapped her finger up in the air and the appeal begin. Time to wow the judges with her Togetic's grace and beauty.

Trixee quickly dove towards the ground in a high-speed rollout. Once she hit the ground she rolled almost all the way into the judges table before deploying her arms out to the sides and releasing a shockwave. The attack lit up the arena and made it look to be almost sparkling. Once there was a large electric veil in front of the stage Trixee disappeared! The Togetic then came out of nowhere and used peck, which shattered the shockwave and sent sparkles everywhere. At the perfect moment she twirled just like her trainer and sent an ancientpower straight for the ceiling. Encased in the remnants of the shockwave a stream of sparkly, purple-coated rocks shot upwards in a spiral motion. It mimicked the movement that it's user made and caused an absolutely stunning show.

As a final appeal to make the judges as intrigued as possible, Trixee used another rollout towards the ground. At the same time Fennel went running forward, her flowy dress billowing behind her. With a hard impact the Togetic hit the ground causing a splat of earth to go up in the air. Just long enough to shield the Pokemon and trainer from view. When everything settled Fennel was posed with a smile on her face and Trixee was giving a thumbs up on her shoulder. The two grinned before each giving a bow and then sharing a long embrace.

Not knowing who was next she skipped off the main portion of the stage with her Togetic to stand by Wally and Rui. "Good job Trixee, I knew you could do it!" Fennel exclaimed giving her Pokemon one more hug before waiting to see how the rest of her opponents fared. She knew that probably about four of them would move on to the next round, and well she was absolutely determined to be one of those four. No one could stand in her way what so ever. Being the determined researcher she was Fennel knew Trixee's appeal had most definitely wowed the crowd and hopefully the judges. Therefore she hoped her impression was enough to move on and hopefully win!

After all, you could never lose confidence in yourself, otherwise everything would come crashing down. She showed her confidence by standing proudly with Trixee in her arms as the next appeals came on. Fennel was proud, willed, and determined and with that kind of attitude nothing would be able to stop her. No way, no how.
[/style][style=width: 350px; font-family: arial; text-align: center; font-size: 8px;]718 , all you peeps , good luck , MADE BY A RACCOON on OTE[/style]

[mir]

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She let others go infront of her. She disappeared to the bathroom to check herself infront of the mirror, adding more pasty, white goop to her skin. Her fingers pulled through her hair. Miryo Igarashi was like a ghost of the old way, a prematurely old woman stuck within a doll of porcelain. She was full of fancy tricks that did not suit her, but there they were. Maybe they did? She was a witch with no powers. Finally, the Theatre director found her and yanked her out of the ladies' room. The scarlet creature was led back to the stage, palms sticky with nervous sweat covering her face. "It's almost your turn. What are you doing? And they say there is no such thing as bad publicity!" "You're the worst! "Just make me money," he frowned, shoving her onto the platform that lifted like an elevator onto the stage. Dry ice mist poured out with her, cooling the rim of her dress. The audience spread before her like a sea - like a coral reef of T-shirts and Olympics sports bottles. Mir's spider-leg fingers tapped on the long neck of the mandolin, lifting it out of the stand beside her. Her pretty eyelashes flutter down as she pulled out the pokeball from her obi. It is the spell of the stage and the hot hot heat and the bright bright lights and the murmuring darkness infront of her that hooks out her strength. She does what she must, blinded with concentrations and the memories of practise. The Pokeball cracked open in her palm like the cup of a blooming lily. Priscella emerged, the Vileplume's giant petals bouncing with gravity - she danced as slow as a breeze in the night. Beneath her turban of a flower, her little face scrunched up. She bent like a clock to the slow plucking of the Miryo's ominous mandolin. The powerful aroma of pollen lifted into the room, the small glimmering pink specks rising like dust into the path of the stage lights. Priscella's Sweet Scent was a perfumist's dream, the secrets of the universe encapsulated in their rawest form -- because even though human's live off of sight, it is the smell of the world that they live by. The flavors of jasmine, incense, and after-sex color our lives more than any flame. The white spots on the vileplume petal's began to glow with the silver of Moonlight, and on cue, the stage hands dimmed the strong yellow lights. The Moonlight grew in power, casting itself upward and into the fine ocean of pollen, of the Vileplume's delicious spores of love. Suddenly, the music began to shift, and the Vileplume, in a complicated move, spun into the stage until only its floppy flower was could be seen. To the rhythm of the constant mandolin, the stage would bow upward, and fall, bow, fall. With each new round of the simple melody, the platform rose and fell like a breathing chest, like a heart beat, like a drum. Secret Power works in unknown pulses so like the spell of music. Down fell the man-made flower and up rose the earth. Electricity crackled as wire below the stage burst, broken by sharp rocks that creaked upward in a wide circle. In this cage, the pollen settled into a silvery pink snow. The Vileplume popped up from the ground, twisting in the air, the heavily scented dust rising up with her, swirling around her body like in a glittering veil - she froze, and tilted her flopping tip towards the audience. Veins of vines twisted high into the air, while, hidden beneath her hat, the Vileplume furiously ate a Liechi Berry to ignite her Natural Gift. Up rose a garden around, growing in pulses to the flow of Mir's song, in which were hidden all the commands. The tangle of vines climbed up and around the teeth of the rocks, the sweet powder once more kicked upward. They bit into the summoned ground, twisting the way bark on trees never grows straight, twisting so fast and so quickly and so unnaturally a gardener might consider them ill. But they were vivacious, as thick as Mir's wrist, hungry with power. The moonlight was not enough to sate their hunger, and the flowers bloomed attractively, limply, thistles of sickly petals smartly colored by the dust. The garden wrapped an emblem around Priscella, a make-shift meadow, and she lifted her head up for applause. She could only take it for so long - bashful, she blushed and twisted back into the ground the way an ostrich hides its head. Miryo lowered the Mandolin and bent her knees, the wonderful rosy silt draining off the top of her head.[/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 80px; background-color: #4d4d4d; color: #b1b1b1; font-size:10px;padding:3px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;] Tagged: contest folks[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 80px; font-size:13px;font-family: arial narrow;padding:0px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]template by pianissimo of BTN[/style]

[kasper]

[style=width: 350px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify][style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #5cb3ff; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]Pacing, pacing, pacing. That was all she could do at that moment, hands clenching and unclenching as she waited to be called upon, swallowing hard as she glanced up towards the screen, seeing her competitors make their way onto the stage. She smiled as Wally and Garde were the first, he looked natural up there beside his pokemon. She only hoped she would look the same. Her eyes lowered to the pokeball in her lap, the long hours of practice she and Simba had gone through would be worth it in the end. Xander was suppose to be in the stands, somewhere. Another slow breath, another heartbeat, and a few more contestants entered the stage. A shadow fell over her, making her jump slightly, glancing up in surprise as she noticed the stage manager holding his hand out for her. She smiled shyly, taking his hand and allowing him to help her up, her hand grasping the pokeball firmly, not wanting to make a fool of herself. As he lead her to the elevator that would bring her up to the stage, she felt a rush of adrenaline run through her, eyes widening as the ground beneath her started to rise, the door above opening into the warm day. She closed her eyes for a moment, the moment before her and her pokemon would be revealed. She pressed the button on the ball, releasing her Arcanine, lowering her head to meet his eyes. A nod was shared between them before her hand rested on his head, and the floor came to a halt.

The stands were full, and she took not time in trying to locate her closest friend. Though, after a few seconds of scanning, she gave up on that feat, eyes soon moving towards Wally. A quick " Good Luck! " was mouthed to him before she got down to business. " Alright, Simba. Just like we practiced. Give us a Roar, and with that, give a Fire Fang, we'll heat this place up " She said, a childish grin on her face as she gave a slight curtsy to the crowd and judges, then with a small hand-signal, Simba was off. He took a step forwards, sucking in a breath and letting loose a powerful Roar attack, canine fangs heating up as he clamped his mouth together, two flames coiling up above his head. Head lowering slightly, eyes shifted around, then behind him at his trainer. She grinned at him, her own eyes shifting around. She didn't like being out in the open like this, which was clear on her face. The Arcanine could sense the unease in his trainer, bounding back towards her and lowering his shoulder for her. After a moment's hesitation, she climbed up. And with a quick glance around, Simba was off, an Extremespeed bringing pokemon and trainer to the only other person they both knew well enough in the arena.

Kasper slid off her pokemon's back as he skidded to a halt beside Wally, her hand grasping for her friend's and giving a squeeze. " Well, now i'm close enough to tell you good luck! " She said with a grin, stretching up to give the greenette a kiss on the cheek, eyes then moving around the arena, watching for the other trainers' appeals.
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[paige]

Was she nervous for what was about to come, her turn? Oh definitely she was. She had never really participated in something so...well, official before, to say the least. And all these people were so much older than her, she wasn't sure how she might win. But hey, there was no point in just giving up before she even tried, and even if she did lose, she still would have fun along the way. She watched, nervously, as one by one the other contestants came and went. She wasn't sure if she was the last one or not, but she knew she was one of the last, which meant this was going to be very tough; she would have to impress the crowd to the point that she'd be better than the others that had went. "Kay, you ready for this, Hope?" Paige queried, looking down at the pokemon in her lap. She...definitely did not look too happy about being put up for show like this, but at the same time, she seemed to have an optimistic attitude about all this.

"Wile." was the blunt answer of the Mawile. Paige sighed before she stood up and walked towards the exit, Mawile having rapidly climbed up and onto Paige's shoulder, sitting there as they came out of the exit. Unlike usual, Paige was not wearing her white dress. She was still wearing a white dress, but it was all glittery and it had a lot of decorations and she was not really used to wearing things that were so pretty. "Just do your best. Don't worry if you mess up," Paige told her dear pokemon, giving her a small pat on the head before she put her on the ground.

Without even needing direction, the first act that occurred were small spherical rocks gathering around the Mawile before shooting out and up into the air in a Stone Edge attack. So far so good, from Paige's perspective; hopefully the next few movements would not be mess up.

Next, the fangs on the Mawile's second mouth glistened with ice in an Ice Fang attack as she jumped up on top of each rock from the Stone Edge and rammed them with the second head, freezing them solid. At the top, and very last, rock, what did she do? She froze that rock as well, and then as she began to fall downward with the rocks, she began to smash them with Iron Head, causing the ice fragments to go flying everywhere, though thankfully they managed to avoid hitting the crowd. "And the finish, Hope! Flamethrower!" Paige ordered.

The Mawile's small feet hit the ground, and she pointed her face in the direction of the falling ice rocks, which in this case, was upward. A moment later, flame came out of her mouth in a Flamethrower attack, melting the ice rocks solid and causing glitter to cover the field, not to mention rain hitting the ground from the melted rocks.

"Pretty, huh?" the white-haired girl said to her Mawile, who did not look too pleased about getting drenched. With a small giggle, Paige curtsied to those in the audience before exiting the field.

[calliope]

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[king]

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[style=margin-top: -6px; width: 260px; font-size: 12px; font-family: tahoma]Calliope, Mir, Rui, Wally
'grats guys[/style]