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Iridiscencia
National star



snailman wrote:
iridiscencia wrote:
snailman wrote:
thanks for not inviting me bitch smh ok i was showering anyway
u said u were going to bed meanie
i am in bed reading up on this roleplay
hope u enjoy
Snailman
Streetmusician



iridiscencia wrote:
snailman wrote:
iridiscencia wrote:
u said u were going to bed meanie
i am in bed reading up on this roleplay
hope u enjoy
i do thank u red bird
Klavier
Minister of Pop



snailman wrote:
Klavier wrote:
i begin to oil up my potato in preparation, toes still remaining untouched. always save the best for last, ja? but right then, my stomach growls.. ach, a most powerful sound filling the saloon. i flush bright red, hanging my head down in an attempt to hide my beautiful face. surely everyone must have heard the cries of my empty tumtum.. but, i just can't help it.. the feeling of the greasy Kartoffel in my hands has filled me with a feeling of great hunger...
hm... not sure i like this
very sad to hear this. i hope i can do better for you.
Private
Princess of Pop



while admiring my muscular toes i hear a strange noise from across the room. i look up, and see klavier flushed, head hanging down, obviously embarrassed... remembering the mcdonalds happy meal box in my bag, i gasp quietly. this could be my chance. i open my bag, eyes flicking over to the handsome blond, still looking shy. i swallow, collecting some courage, before standing up with my mcdonalds happy meal and walking over to the man. "um" i begin. "care for some pommes frites—ah, kartoffel...?" i stare awkwardly at him, eyes flicking down admiring his face. "i- i got them earlier but im not so hungry anymore..."i try to explain away my decision to share my kartoffel strips with him
Klavier
Minister of Pop



using my golden, soft toes, now covered in the thick, greasy substance, i take a firm hold of the potato
Iridiscencia
National star



suddenly a new challenger appears in the sweaty, cheese-stinking arena. the curtains open ever so slightly, letting in the fresh scent of the un-tainted (ha) outdoors. he steps in, a mere shadow in the murky tent. everyone goes silent in anticipation of this unforeseen participant. who could it possibly be, feet bare and shining with toes that clearly have undergone several pedis in preparation for this once-in-a-lifetime event. a sultry voice arises, sending shivers down the spines of the other contestants 

“normal people scare me”
Private
Princess of Pop



my head snaps to the new voice.
"normal people scare me"
... it couldnt be.......
him........
but then........who else could it be?
Snailman
Streetmusician



i cabt believe this the twist of the century
Private
Princess of Pop



snailman wrote:
i cabt believe this the twist of the century
can u play tate
Snailman
Streetmusician



encrede wrote:
snailman wrote:
i cabt believe this the twist of the century
can u play tate
i cant i need to be sleeping in 7 minutes 😭
Klavier
Minister of Pop



encrede wrote:
while admiring my muscular toes i hear a strange noise from across the room. i look up, and see klavier flushed, head hanging down, obviously embarrassed... remembering the mcdonalds happy meal box in my bag, i gasp quietly. this could be my chance. i open my bag, eyes flicking over to the handsome blond, still looking shy. i swallow, collecting some courage, before standing up with my mcdonalds happy meal and walking over to the man. "um" i begin. "care for some pommes frites—ah, kartoffel...?" i stare awkwardly at him, eyes flicking down admiring his face. "i- i got them earlier but im not so hungry anymore..."i try to explain away my decision to share my kartoffel strips with him
my blue eyes shoot up, alarmed, at the sound of a voice, the embarrassment lingering on my features. i dumbly blink in response to the offer before coming to my senses, eyes drifting to the box. "ah.. d-danke.." i try to smile, my oil covered fingers reaching for the box. "i must say... i am not the most familiar with this type of american food..." i drift off, embarrassment once again finding its place in the rose tinted colour spreading across my cheeks.. "but thank you, herr... ach, forgive me, i don't believe you ever told me your name?" i grin, using an oily hand to push my hair behind my ear, suddenly finding my confidence once again
Callum
World famous



walking in the room, it feels like what could only be described as a dream. i gaze in every direction possible. toes in every angle. it was amazing to see people passionate about their craft... it wasn't like this in my home town. i grab my purse and lay it down on the table next me. i take in the moment. 
"will anyone talk to me?" i wonder to myself.
an internal monologue of doubt thrushes through my brain like a violent wave on a stormy night.
my inner saboetur was present.
it told me many things.
"you're nothing."
"you're not like them"
"no toe, not for you hoe"

suddenly, im patted on the shoulder. i turn around and see... 
Iridiscencia
National star



tate confidently goes up to the shivering, sweating german man, cold and wet like a freshly tinned haddock. “i heard that rumble” he says, smiling, “and i could smell those impressive feet a mile away” his own toes are like those of a greek god, showing muscular prowess that very few could boast to have. its clear that he has gone to the world-renowned muscle growth facility of herculean level beefcake snail M. lene, the global leader in toe strength (without steroids). a rigorous routine of toe-situps, foot restraint breaking exercises mimicing the performances of houdini, slovakian fire foot breathing and more has ensured that his feet are of the optimal physique that could surely catapult a spud into orbit. “more like spudnic”, he says out loud. how are the other contestants going to compete with this gargantuan god of taterhurling. it seems like a sisyphean task. nina west bites her lip while simultaneously worrying about the roof of the rented tent, as a tato thrown by tate could rip a hole in the space-time continuum, let alone the cheapest option at  rent-a-tent.com
Private
Princess of Pop



Klavier wrote:
encrede wrote:
while admiring my muscular toes i hear a strange noise from across the room. i look up, and see klavier flushed, head hanging down, obviously embarrassed... remembering the mcdonalds happy meal box in my bag, i gasp quietly. this could be my chance. i open my bag, eyes flicking over to the handsome blond, still looking shy. i swallow, collecting some courage, before standing up with my mcdonalds happy meal and walking over to the man. "um" i begin. "care for some pommes frites—ah, kartoffel...?" i stare awkwardly at him, eyes flicking down admiring his face. "i- i got them earlier but im not so hungry anymore..."i try to explain away my decision to share my kartoffel strips with him
my blue eyes shoot up, alarmed, at the sound of a voice, the embarrassment lingering on my features. i dumbly blink in response to the offer before coming to my senses, eyes drifting to the box. "ah.. d-danke.." i try to smile, my oil covered fingers reaching for the box. "i must say... i am not the most familiar with this type of american food..." i drift off, embarrassment once again finding its place in the rose tinted colour spreading across my cheeks.. "but thank you, herr... ach, forgive me, i don't believe you ever told me your name?" i grin, using an oily hand to push my hair behind my ear, suddenly finding my confidence once again
pushing my long blonde bangs to the side, i smile weakly at the german. i look down, toes curling in, shy. meeting his eyes again, i stutter. "um. tate, sir. tate langdon. um. herr klavier..." blue eyes widen at the sound of the name. "ah! sorry, for not clarifying, um . ive heard your stuff..." i bite my lip and break eye contact. god . i feel like a dumb teen acting like this. but those eyes...i cant act normally around him
Iridiscencia
National star



chad tate stares at the other tate. “im calling you a slur” he says
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