Beauty Pageant Meme

[promised_victory]

IC Beauty Pageant Meme

1. Post (work safe) pictures of your character at their finest.
2. Characters ICly reply to your comment with a rank of 1-10 with 10 being the best and 1 being the worst.
3. Everyone then proceeds to discuss/threadjack/argue/laugh at the various scores.
4. Much crack is had!

Comments

[cantacquityou]

You should still learn. Who knows? Perhaps a wealthy client may gift you a car in the future.

[whutobjection]

I highly doubt that. [Don't you know the AA universe loves to kick Phoenix in the face nearly all the time?]

[cantacquityou]

Whatever happened to your irritating optimism?

[whutobjection]

Even I know it's annoying some of the time...

/Missions to change you from 'halfway-' to 'Fully-serious' :/

[cantacquityou]

I'd teach you, but [I have to charge] no one drives my car but I, let alone novices.

you're a die hard shipper aren't you?

[whutobjection]

Understandably.

Erm. Depends on how that's defined. o_o

[cantacquityou]

Well, if you need to run some errands, I--

[he then spots a random, large brown envelope at the corner of his desk that he hadn't noticed before. It's marked, "Miles Edgeworth: BP" (Which stands for 'Beauty Pageant', unbeknownst to him.

He opens the folder and pulls out a document which causes his eyes to widen in horror for all of a split second before depositing the paper back into the envelope and attempting to discreetly hide it under another stack of documents, his face flushed while doing so.]

Anyway, as I was saying...I suppose you can...drop by later, perhaps...

[whutobjection]

[Notices that.]

What did you just look at?

[cantacquityou]

Didn't you have errands to run?

[Is afraid to throw it in the wastebasket fearing Phoenix will grab it up.]

[whutobjection]

They can wait... [May try to sneak over to that pile where the envelope might be.]

[cantacquityou]

[Places his hand on the top of the pile.]


...

[whutobjection]

... [Looks at the pile then Edgeworth]

I'm curious ok, no offense to you.

[cantacquityou]

If you wish to maintain your sanity, don't be.

[whutobjection]

I've seen worse. Remember Louis Armstrong?

[cantacquityou]

...I beg your pardon? [He scratches his head QUICK HE LET GO HERE'S YOUR CHANCE]

I meant Jean Armstrong, but I realized it would work better for a distraction. #failing win

[whutobjection]

[Distraction. He manages to grab the envelope from the pile and quickly opens it. What does he see?]

[cantacquityou]

[This.

He jumps up in an attempt to chase after Phoenix before realizing that his efforts are already futile. Humiliated, he plops back into the chair.]

/where/ do keep getting these fanservicey shots?

[whutobjection]

[May turn hot pink at the sight of it. After some some more minutes of looking, he carefully puts the photo back in the envelope and gives it back to Edgeworth.]

I see why you wouldn't want this getting out.

/Has the ultimate collection on Photobucket.

[cantacquityou]

[Minutes. Holy shit.]

Why did you look at it for so long!?

can you give me the address? *shifty eyes*

[whutobjection]

[Oh FUCK, you got him.]

I was so shocked I looked at it longer...

LOL K

[cantacquityou]

[This is the look of 'not buying it'.]

[whutobjection]

[Shit, what to do, what to do?! Leave. That's the best option. He may try to walk briskly toward the door, but Edgeworth can stop him and demand answers.]

[cantacquityou]

[He doesn't yell, he doesn't answer, but he does call after him...and it is a bit of whimsical tone in his voice as he does so, and in a rather rare manner...]


...Phoenix.

[whutobjection]

[He notices that tone... and Edgeworth never uses his first name... what going on? He turns around and looks at him.]

[cantacquityou]

[He looks down to thumb through his documents, a small smirk hidden under his grey bangs.]





...I'll see you later.