Hot or Not!

[yohko]

 

You've seen her across the room a hundred times - oh, maybe it's him? - and for some reason you've always been too shy to say it... Or maybe it's a complete stranger and you're feeling kind of brave? Either way, you're compelled to let this person know that you'd hit it. You would so hit that.

Hell, if you don't, feel free to tell that person: no, I would not.

No guarantees can be made!

The Rules:

• Post with your character. Include name, series, and any preferences in the subject line.
• Other characters are gonna reply and confess whether or not they'd hit dat.
• Play out the reactions. Add in a setting! Take it to a room. Whatever you'd like.
• Tag around.
• Have fun and be excellent to each other!

Comments

[angelbomber]

A mysterious 6 out of 10 for a mysterious fella.

[crotchrocket]

Fair enough. Heh, "mysterious" isn't exactly the first word that comes to mind when people first meet me, but to each their own I guess.

[angelbomber]

No kidding? What's the first word?

[crotchrocket]

You really want to know? You know what? Forget it. I'll take a "mysterious" 6 out of 10. Maybe if you gave me a 7 or an 8 I'd tell you some of those choice words.

[angelbomber]

Excuse me, did you... Did you just start haggling with me? Oh—

Oh, you poor mysterious dude. I am a street rat, I am one hundred percent going to come up on top.

[crotchrocket]

You know what? Just for that, the rating just went up to a 9 out of 10. No negotiations.

Yeah? Join the club.

[angelbomber]

You can't just ...! What the fuck! You're gonna make me sweat for this, ain't ya?

Alright, alright. Mister Mysterious, takes no prisoners. Give me the make and model of your favorite bike.

[crotchrocket]

Can, and just did. If I wanted to make you sweat, I would have made it a hard 10, but I'm feeling generous today.

What's it to you, Miss Gives A 6 Out Of 10? You ride?

[angelbomber]

Ah, you want more points you better start earning them. Yeah, I ride... So, lets hear it.

[crotchrocket]

Shit, that all I have to do to get more points? Vyrus 989 C3 4V. You ever ride one?

[angelbomber]

Virus....? ( She looks skeptical. ) You make that up or is that a legit make? ( Coming from a girl straight out of 1998! )

[crotchrocket]

Yeah, Vyrus. You know, the Italian company founded in like 2001. [ He says it like it's a long time ago. From 2010, even if the model was actually a 987 C3 4V! He was thinking into the future and goofed up the number, but he won't admit that out loud. Clearly the point here is that she thought that he was making it up, which makes him skeptical if she actually rides, or if she had a limited knowledge. ] They're as legit as they come and built to order. But I guess they don't really compare to something like a Harley V-Rod. [ There's clear sarcasm in his voice as he says it. Also with a model that was post-98, but at a minimum the name "Harley" should at least stand out. Maybe. ]

[angelbomber]

I know Harleys ... but I don't know any V-Rod edition, .... also 2001? ( She's pretty sure he's yanking her leg there and rolls her eyes with a soft smirk to her lips. )

Alright, I'll give you another point. ( For effort...Mister Mysterious and Fantastical. 2001, pssshh! )

[crotchrocket]

Too bad for you. Yeah, 2001. Shit, don't tell me you don't know.

[ He's pretty sure that she may not know as much about motorcycles as he does, but then again the possibility of different timelines is also not something that he's actively thinking about. ]

That's only 7, you got 2 more to pony up if you wanna keep going.

[angelbomber]

Hey, excuse me-you have two more to earn!

Where I'm from, it's literally 1998, okay? So, future boy, slow down here, put it in reverse and cruise back down to my level.

Let's see here, pepperoni or sausage?

[crotchrocket]

1998?

[ He's more than taken back from her response and of all the years she could have thrown out? That one hits him pretty hard for multiple reasons. One, that would technically make her way older than what he's pegging her for, but it could also mean that she might not be? That possibility alone was enough to screw with his head. And two, 1998 was some hell of a year if his memory serves him well. It was nothing that he experienced first hand, but he knew a thing or two from a certain someone that he knew. The fact that she was also speaking like she's just been through it has him at a loss of words while his mind tries to understand how in the hell that could even be possible?

There's a long pause afterwords as he stares intently at her like she'd just revealed that she was a long lost relative or something. This was beginning to turn into some complicated shit and more than he literally signed up for. ]

You shitting me? Are you really...?

What year do you think this is?

[ He has to ask. It's enough to get him to take his time to respond to her next question. It was hard getting his mind to switch back to small talk, but it definitely beat having to wrap it around something that he didn't, and may not be ready to understand.

He crosses his arms before continuing. ]

Pepperoni.

hopefully this jarjam makes sense :"O let me know if you want me to change anything??

[angelbomber]

( Claire's brows raise with an unsettling feeling of her equilibrium going off balance. Almost like she was sitting in a raft on unsteady waves. She was joking about him being a future boy, as he wasn't naming anything she knew, and as if he had the inside scoop on models that were still in their initial designs. 2001 was yet to be determined, and in all honesty, she wasn't sure this guy had all his marbles.

She became less interested in the topic of pizza and more on the subject of years. She lifts her head, straightens her shoulders, and scans over him. His answer of pepperoni goes in one ear and out the other. Her lips part for ventilation, and procrastination comes easy with a breath between her mind and words.

This started as a random encounter with someone in this ordained hall of Hot or Not, set up in a conference room within the hotel she was occupying. She really came for the snacks and drinks, but the room was set up with people from all sorts, some hot and some well not, some who looked human and some that looked humanoid and some that didn't (did she just see Abathur--?), but the hotel came with a sense of normality. Seeing aliens, seeing people who've died, seeing those from the future--

it was normal, wasn't it?)

Maybe you really are.. a future boy.

( She's lost in thought, her eyes watching him softly and her countenance blank. She doesn't answer him. )

totally makes sense. a gazillion and one years later into the future...

[crotchrocket]

[ Jake was honestly here for the snacks and drinks too, and the lobby was a step up from the room he was staying in. Ground-level next to the stairs, doors slamming, and constant footsteps all through the night -- Not that it was anything he wasn't used to. Just maybe not when he was actually paying for it, which the thought alone managed to keep him up more than the noise did. The perk of all of this was that signing up for this "Hot or Not" guaranteed that the food and drink would be complementary to participants. It was the least he could do for himself if he had to pay for what he normally got for free otherwise. That, and he might have been more than a little curious if he'd get anyone interested in him for his looks.

This place was strange even for his standards. There were people that he wouldn't have expected to see and the... non-people. He didn't want to say BOWs or anything like that -- Possibly whole other creatures or species altogether. That said, the idea of some time shift or travel wasn't out of the realm of possibilities. Weird? Absolutely.

He was usually on point with handling all different kinds of people down to the everyday man, the people who thought that they were above and untouchable, or another smartass merc running their mouth and trying to start a fight. But this? This was different, and she managed to trip him up, enough where he's stripped down to thought out responses instead of evasive smartass remarks.

Jake continues to stare at her. He's on the fence about being direct or just blowing this all off with some sarcastic remark. She did manage to grab his attention even before the whole future thing, however. He was always the type to like a woman who was direct and could handle herself. The way she talked to him was refreshing despite his choice words to her. His arms fold over his chest letting out a small huff. ]

More like you're the ghost from Christmas past. It's 2013 where I come from and 1998 has long gone. Some bad shit happened and...

[ He shakes his head deciding not to go further into it. ]

You're better off not being there if it's the same 1998 I know.