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Introduction

Description (from contest)

12 girls and boys will compete in challenges... who will win? boys? girls? find out soon.

Rating: Normal
Eliminations: That was the plan, but didn't work out that way in the end
Result: First

Other notes: One of Evan's boys, who I started getting so many ideas for during the contest I gave him his own story. For the contest, we had to download each other's sims and use them to help illustrate the pics, pad out the story, etc. I wound up in collaboration with one of the creators since her sim featured heavily in my own story.

Friday 20 June 2008

Round Three

Red Carpet Treatment

I hate dressing up in suits. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I have enough of that in school, yet here I am again wearing a suit. I had no choice for my Grandma’s double wedding, and what’s worse I had to wear white. This is neither white nor fancy; I don’t care what anyone says, this is the best you’re going to get.

After splashing some cologne behind my ears I leave my room, a smile spreading across my face as I notice him in his room applying any finishing touches he needs. I saunter inside, snuggling up behind him as I slide my hands round his waist.
“Hi sexy,” I greet as I plant a kiss on his cheek.
“Hey,” he smiles, completing his preening before turning round to face me, his arms encircling my body. “How’re you doing?”
“Fine,” I reply, “You?”
“Nervous,” he chuckles.
“You’ll be fine,” I reassure him, “Just act like no one’s watching.”
He nods with an awkward smile. I move a hand to his jaw, brushing it lightly with a finger before gently kissing his lips.


All too soon, our tender moment is rudely interrupted by a loud thudding on the door.
“Come on you two!” cries a familiar voice, filtering through the wood, “The limo’s here!”
“Yes Sir!” I reply as we leave, opening the door to the other two before pausing thoughtfully for a moment.
“Hold on. Limo?”
“Yeah!” Kii grins, “Dead classy black one!”
I cackle in delight as I race downstairs and out of the house, the other three struggling to keep up as usual.

“Wow, this is cool!” I grin, looking about me as we ride. This car is huge! There’s even a TV…
“You okay?” Kii checks. Frowning, I look around for whoever he might be asking, and then I spot Alec – the poor guy looks terrified!
“Hey, what’s up?” I ask, laying a hand on his shoulder.
“Just nerves I guess,” he replies, trying to ease our concerns, but then grimaces as he clutches his stomach. “I feel sick,” he complains.
“You want us to pull over?” Kii offers, but I have a better idea, promptly unfastening my seatbelt and turning myself round to face him.
“Here, undo your seatbelt a minute,” I tell him. Frowning, he eventually does so, and after some encouragement on my part he turns with his back facing me. Moving closer, I then apply not a shoulder rub, but a proper back massage designed to relax the body, and hopefully mind. It’s times like this I’m glad for such a large family, and for a centuries-old vampire for a mother – amazing what you can pick up from the right people.
“Is that better?” I ask after a while, not with the intention of stopping unless the answer’s no. His head slowly nods in response, so we stay like that for the remainder of the trip.

“Here we are!” Kii grins as the limo pulls up. My eyes widen in delight as I spot the hive of activity just outside, with the paparazzi waiting, armed with cameras to snap our best moments… as well as our worst, Alec muses.
“Come on, don’t be such a pessimist!” I tease, playfully ruffling his hair.
We step outside and soon disperse, as we all find places to explore. My eyes light up as I spot a few members from Rhapsody of Fire, one of my favourite bands, and pat my back pocket. Satisfied that my notepad and pen are still where I left them, I head off armed with a happy grin and fluency in Italian, since that’s their first language.


“Hi guys!” I greet cheerfully, introducing myself.
“Hello my friend!” Luca greets, “How are you?”
I still glow with pride even now, just knowing that so many of my family, extended or otherwise, happen to share his last name. Luca Turilli, founder of this band and of two others. I barely know him yet I can safely say he’s one of the most amazing guys I’ve ever had the fortune to meet.
“I’m good thanks,” I grin in reply, “You?”
“I am well, thank you,” he smiles, before breaking into giggles. “Nice suit!” he grins.
“Thanks!” I smile, my eyes lighting up, “It’s the closest you’ll get to seeing me smart, put it that way…”
“Buena sera!” a soft voice greets, coming it seems from nowhere. The men frown, eyelids batting in surprise.
“Where did you come from??” Fabio, their curly-haired singer exclaims.
“Huh?” I quiz, looking about me, before noticing this other man stood right by me. I smile wryly as I notice his eyes, but also study his features – there’s an odd familiarity about them.


He chuckles at Fabio’s question, making no effort to disguise the little fangs peeking out of his mouth as he laughs. “Oh, of course, you’ve never met a vampire before, have you?”
The looks on their faces are priceless, I have to admit.
“Maybe now’s not a good time to say my Dad’s one too?” I muse with a wicked grin.
“Oh, Evan?” he checks, “How’s he doing these days?”
I wear a broad smile as I look back at him. “You’re Gino aren’t you,” I check.
“Yeah!” he replies, “Thanks for the invite!”
“You’re welcome,” I reply as we embrace, “I’m glad you could make it.”
“Hey, you kidding?” he says, “Miss out on a chance to see one of my nephews?”
I deliberately neglect to mention – or even think, knowing what vampires are like – the real reason I invited him. There were a few, but the most important is one he doesn’t need to know just yet. Put it this way, I’ve never been so glad one of my Uncles is a famous face.

Then it’s time for the awards. Time to shine in the limelight, and to give poor Alec another backrub to soothe his mounting nerves. He seems to be getting better though, maybe because he’s still high from his meeting with his favourite band. Yeah, like I don’t know how that feels! Although this time it’s me who risks losing his cool, not because of the presentation, but the nature of the award I picked, and the person I’ll be giving it to.
“And now, a special award,” I begin, “To someone whose story has not only touched me, but also driven me, who turned the tables on death and used his experience to help others, when he could have so easily fallen under and slipped away.” I need to swallow a lump in my throat before I can continue. “This award for acting’s most unsung hero, I am very proud to present to my uncle, Gino Turilli!”
I noticed the change of expression as I spoke, from interest to puzzlement, then to outright shock. As he approaches the stage, his face is already stained with his bloody tears.


“I wasn’t expecting that!” he grins before we break away, “Thank you so much!”
“Thank you for coming!” I reply, “It’s great to finally meet you.”
“You too,” he says, before gesturing to the award. “Is that why you invited me?”
“That’s the main reason, yeah,” I tell him with a smile. Maybe I shouldn’t have, as the tears start again and he throws his arms around me for a third time. He’s such a big softy, just like his brother!

Then it’s my turn to stand on the hot-spot, as a member of staff arrives with yet more questions.
“So, what kind of experience has this been for you?” he asks.
Oh boy. Act cool Leo, act cool…


“Well, it’s been different to say the least,” I answer evasively, before slipping into a reverie, “I joined because it sounded fun, and because I love to meet new people. I was hoping to make some new friends, from other places, and I’ve certainly done that,” I continue with a grin, “It’s been a great month, and I really hope to see them again. Especially one in particular,” I finish, winking at my new partner with a happy smile.
“How was it being around others who also want to win?”
At this I shrug broadly. “To be honest, that part didn’t bother me,” I tell them, “I wasn’t living with fellow contestants, just a bunch of guys I got on really well with. If I win it’ll be a nice surprise, nothing more, I didn’t join for that.”

Ah, home free! Nothing more to do now than relax and… answer more questions?! Oh come on, give us a break!
Alec: Well, look at it this way. Once more and we’ll be left alone.
Leo: True. Okay, what is it? How did I answer the questions? *laughs* Oh, that’s a classic, that is!
Alec: Can you take anything seriously?!
Leo: I have my moments, you know I do. Huh? Oh yeah. Well, I’ll be honest, that first question made me pretty nervous. I wasn’t about to go into detail about my other experience of this month, I had to rely on my gift of the gab for that one. The other was cool though, and no, I wasn’t just saying that. Huh? What did I really think of this experience? Well… It’s quite a jump; I went in just meaning to make friends, and came out with more than I bargained for…
Alec: You say that like it’s a bad thing.
Leo: Well, the first part was alright, for both of us wasn’t it.
Alec: You more than me, it has to be said.
Leo: Yeah – hell of a time to find out I prefer guys! Still, I found my first love here, that’s all that matters and I couldn’t be happier.


Alec: Aaaww. You’re a big softy yourself really, huh?
Leo: I have my moments *grins* Boys rule in more than one way!

Opening credits

Round Two

Making Friends

So, four teenage boys sharing the same house, supervised only by the camera crew... a parent's worst nightmare? Actually, I've been pleasantly surprised; the only one who needs chasing up (and who left his mark in the bedroom on that scavenger hunt) is Zamir. Still, if there's one thing we have in common, it's sky-high energy levels - thankfully there's a gym in this place! We often work out together - we need to burn off the surplus somehow.



Alec I've grown very close to, and it's mainly down to our love of music. We often have a jam together when the instruments in the main room are free - he's a great guitarist. Maybe we can form a band together once we're outta here!


Kii's crackers... I love it! *grins* Tell a lie, he's not quite as bad as me, but he's not far off! He's often at the pool table during his quieter moments, and I join him there sometimes.


That's when he's not hogging the piano of course. Thankfully I managed to pester my parents for my own keyboard shortly before I left - I now keep it in my room, where I can practise alone if need be. All in all they're cool guys, we have our moments of course, but that's only to be expected, especially with a mix of cultures like this!

Makeover

Leaving me in charge of a makeover? Bwahahaha!! *rubs hands* Alright, let's see what I can do with this guy...


You can't see it very well, but there's an eyebrow ring in there somewhere too.


I'd love to wear something like that when I'm older! I bet Dad would too!


Still reading, but at least this time it's a book

Bedroom

Yeah, I got my own room - a big one too! What's that? I get to design it myself? Awesome! I'll have to see if I can get my room back home like this...


Dear diary,

Every so often I get to recount my feelings to the cameras, but there's one thing I don't dare tell them. You see... I have a teen-style crisis on my hands here. Fourteen years old, holed up with three older boys... could there be a worse time to wonder what side of the fence I really sit on?! I don't know when or where it came from, only that I'm starting to feel very awkward around two in particular... I have to put on a front every time and hope I don't slip up. It's only been two weeks and already I'm starting to go mad through that alone... I can only be grateful for being a good actor, but how long can I keep it up for?


*looks up* Gah! When did you sneak in? Yeah, this is my room, how do you like it? Sure it won't be to everyone's tastes - yes I'm a goth, probably shows most in here, eh? Plenty of room for my keyboard, and even a sofa! The desk's for my songwriting moments, which I get a few of. Nice and tidy too, told you I was brought up proper! I can't stand a mess. I also can't stand living out of boxes, those got unpacked and tucked away almost as soon as I got here - I like to be able to find my stuff. Not that I own that much compared to some others, but there's always time for that later.

Round One

Scavenger Hunt

Ooh, this’ll be fun! I’m in charge of the riddles? Hrm… doesn’t make much sense, leaving me to write them if I’ve got to find them… never mind, I have just the guy! *races upstairs* Oh, Daddy dearest…!

Good job you warned me a day or so in advance. Anyway, now that’s done it’s time we left… yeah, we. I heard one of the others has already gone, and since we needed a team of five for this I asked my brother Luca if he fancied taking part instead. *eyes Luca* Erm, silly question of the year or what?!
Luca: Yeah yeah, let’s just go! Haven’t done one of these since junior school!
Leo: Looking forward to meeting the others! … and you, mingle a little, huh?
Luca: Yeah, whatever.

*sings* Here we go, here we go, here we… *resumes talking* Howdy folks! Erm… just remembered; I’d better warn you guys, our Dad wrote the clues and we’re all fruitcakes in our family, so…
Luca: Just be grateful it wasn’t Mum you asked. *to others* Dad’s actually the most sensible of us, believe it or not…
Leo: Quite the writer too, that’s why I asked him *winks* Okay, where’s he put the first… *feels tap on shoulder* hm?
Luca: Wouldn’t be this would it?


Yell or shout or cry or cheer
While sat snug upon your rear
Enjoy with friends or alone
In the comfort of your home


Leo: Huh… okay.
Luca: Well, it’s indoors, that’s for sure.

Oh, haaang on a minute!


Leo: Beauty! Now, where’s he put the next one? *rummages in cabinet*
Kii: Not on the screen …?!
Luca: That’d be too obvious…
Leo: Aha! Gotcha! Right, let’s see…

Keep belongings safe and sound
No trace of dust to be found
Yet unwelcome friends may roam
Keep at bay with balls of foam


Zamir: What?
Luca: He did warn you…
Leo: Yes Dad, very poetic. Unwelcome friends?
Alec: Balls of foam?
Luca: Oh, wait…


Luca: Balls of foam – mothballs!
Leo: Unwelcome friends being the moths…
Kii: I’ll have to meet this father of yours some time…!
Luca: Okay Dad, where’ve you hidden the next one? … Here we go… with a complementary mothball, no less!

Play word games upon my door
Look within to use the store
Trust me with your fresher food
My cool breath will keep it good


Zamir: Ha! Word games! Look who’s talking…!
Leo: *wiggles eyebrows and grins*
Luca: Oh, he’s very good at that! He’ll make a good writer, that’s for… *frowns* Where’s he going?
Alec: *calls* This way!!


Alec: That was too easy. Food? Cool breath?
Luca: You’re slipping Dad! Tut tut…
Alec: Here we go…

I will keep you fed and well
Hear for the sound of the bell
Open, close, don’t leave alone
In mere minutes it is done


Leo: Definitely slipping! Deary me!


Kii: Don’t speak too soon! I’ll bet he’s saved the best for last… *forages inside* He’s even made it hard to find the clue!
Leo: *sniggers* Doesn’t surprise me. You alright in there?
Kii: Got it!

Rest your weary legs or head
When there is no time for bed,
But beware the humble seat
For your small change it will eat


Leo: *looks at Luca* I spoke too soon didn’t I.
Luca: So did I dear bro, so did I.
Alec: Okay, this is gonna take…
Leo: *nudges Luca’s arm* Hold on a sec! *darts off*


Well, we all had a great time, be it bantering with each other, being on the receiving end of Dad’s practised pen, leaving our mark in the bedroom… Don’t blame me! I don’t care what the others say about teenager’s bedrooms and being messy… *tosses hair* Won’t catch Luca or me doing that, we were brought up proper *sniffs*
Luca: Oi! *slaps Leo’s arm* Don’t you know the Queen’s English? *playful grin* I don’t know…
Leo: Of course I know she’s English! Who doesn’t?! *both brothers laugh* What? Was it easy? Erm, sort of – camera editing does wonders, eh? *winks* No slackers if that’s what you meant, although they all want to meet our parents now! I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or not…!

Likes and Dislikes

Hobbies? What, aside from the music? Oh, okay. Well, I like to go for a run in the park. No I don’t take my mp3 player; all you hear in the park is the birds singing, maybe the odd dog barking. The sheer quiet of the area, accompanying the rhythm of your feet pounding on the path, is very relaxing.


As much as I enjoy the sunshine, I look forward to the nights just as much. Most teens would love for their parents to be tucked away in bed all day, but it has its flip-side. I don’t know if I’d be so close to them if things had been different, but I don’t think about that. I just look forward to giving Dad another kicking at darts!


What? Yes, that’s my Dad. I did say they’re different, you thought it was something small didn’t you? After I said we’re all the same age too? Tsk tsk. Was that not a clue? I’ll give you another; check his teeth. Mum? She’s the one who bit him! Long story, one I don’t even know the full version of, but I do know that much. Moving swiftly on… Two things that tick me off? Top of the list are bigots!


Not only what I read in the paper, but Dad often mentions the time he found his gay brother this close to death in an alley. Some a***holes thought they had the right to decide that gay people don’t have the right to live. I nearly lost a very nice Uncle ‘cause of them. Yeah, they tick me off big time for that alone.

Another? Whoever said all guys love football* needs to sit down with me some time, I’ll soon change their mind.


Why do I hate it so much? Let’s see, there’s their ridiculous wage, the hype, the violence, and what does it all come down to? 22 men kicking an inflated piece of leather across a pitch. I can’t understand why people get so worked up about it – give us their wage for a week and we’ll never have to worry about money again!

*That is, English football, or soccer if you're American. Chance for a personal rant - their wages really are sickening ¬_¬

Application Round

Hi folks! Leo Sedoni at your service! I'm 14 and live in a quiet suburb known as Alpinloch, tucked away somewhere in East Sussex, England. I'm one of triplets, living with my sister Joanne, brother Luca, Mum Emily and Dad Evan... and we're all about the same age. Yep, even the parents. Work that one out if you can... Well okay. Dad's 15 and Mum's 17, but we all get to go to school together - St Grey's Private School, which some while ago offered night time hours. We could go during the day, but who else can say they get to go to school with their parents? Ashamed? Why should I be? They may be... different, but that's all the more reason to love 'em ;)

Mum and Dad want to get rich, I want to get famous. Luckilly for me though, I got his musical talent. I also got his good looks! ;) Should make the job a little easier, huh?


Rock on baby! No the others don't complain about the music, we all sing and dance to it :D Yes we're all fruitcakes, best way to be!


It's not just me into music - we're all just as bad as each other. I have to fight for a turn on the piano, and make the most of it when I get the chance to practice.


I'm too funny too, I'm always making my folks laugh. Too modest for my own good, I know :D No that's not Mum, that's my sister.