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 Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:01 am
 Meloia 648 Dance and Meloia 648 VoiceColored by icy serenade There are times in our lives where we are just moved by music. These lovely ladies want to live their lives for the music! Can you show them the way? Times to Know: Starts: 03.25.11 Ends: 03.30.11 Judging/Picking: Within one to two days of the end • intro • rules • rp prompts • entrants •
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:09 am
This one is not as strict as the other RP contest so no worries! lol
Just follow the rules and we'll be golden~ RESTRICTIONS:
• Your RP MUST revolve around the Meloia you pick to try for: Singing or Dancing
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RULES:
• ALL SHOP RULES APPLY!
Don't know them or are unsure? REREAD THEM!
• You may only enter for ONE of the Meloias
You CAN NOT change which one you try for after your initial post
• You may go back as many times as you need to and edit your RP reply before the end of the contest.
Mistakes happen and ideas grow... I won't penalize you for wanting to better your post~
• Write a decent sized reply.
icy will not fair well if she has to read a crapton of entries that are a mile long.
She will also not be happy if she gets stuck reading a bunch of short entries either.
Keep it well thought out and a good paragraph or two~
• If you have any questions, ask them after reading all rules and before posting your entry.
If there's one thing icy is super big on.. it's reading the rules before asking questions and before making a mistake.
You'll lose points in her mind if that happens with this uber important contest to her.
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I will add more if I feel they need to be added • intro • rules • rp prompts • entrants •
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:18 am
Time for prompts!
Now guess what! This RP contest is free reign!.. No prompts!
The only thing? Your RP MUST revolve around the Meloia you pick to try for: Singing or Dancing Code for Meloia Dance[color=#EE2C2C][b]I want to move to the Music![/b]
[b]Your Name:[/b]
[b]Meloia Dance Name:[/b]
[b]Brief Description of her Personality:[/b]
[b]RP Reply:[/b]
[/color] Code for Meloia Voice[color=#7CCD7C][b]There's a song I want to sing[/b]
[b]Your Name:[/b]
[b]Meloia Voice Name:[/b]
[b]Brief Description of her Personality:[/b]
[b]RP Reply:[/b]
[/color] • intro • rules • rp prompts • entrants •
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:20 am
Entrants:• • • • • • • • • • • ... • intro • rules • rp prompts • entrants •
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:23 am
wahmbulance wahmbulance wahmbulance wahmbulance wahmbulance
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 7:46 am
There's a song I want to sing
Your Name: Chibi_Kokoro143
Meloia Voice Name: Muse
Brief Description of her Personality: Muse has an easy personality and seems to flow from one point to another. She can sense emotions and sings to the feelings of a persons soul and sometimes when a person is angry she uses it to her advantage. She can use it against her opponent.
She's kind, loving, and a healing person. Angry, she's some one to watch out for.
RP Reply: Muse loves staying at the forest where she's been her whole entire life. But Muse wanted to see, hear, more. She wanted to see the world and listen to other music. She wants to experiance and sing different songs, to add more to the ones she already knows.
So Muse left the protection of the forest, her home, and began her quest.
Muse wondered out of the forest and ended up near a city. Muse closed her eyes and listened, she heard a wonderful tune. Muse blended in and tried to get notice, since this was all new to her and she didn't want danger.
Muse looked at the crowd and saw that a man was plaing some sort of instument. She was amazed by the man and she wanted to learn what it was. She then heard the word from a gaggle of gril trainers, Saxaphone. Muse smiled, she likes the instrument.
But Muse was then caught by the tune of a female singing and closed her eyes once more. Muse thought it was lovely and beautiful, a voice of inspiration and freedom, feelings and emotions.
Muse opened her eyes once the song was over and looked. It was a female with shoulder length hair with purple streaks, she had an outfit on that showed her sense of taste and style and that what made her beautiful. She had something on her head, headphones? And light brown eyes that showed compassion and kindness but was shadowed by her glasses.
The female trainer, said her tanks and good bye to the man and went towards the edge of town and Muse followed.
The trainer bought a hotdog on the way and when she got to a good solitude spot, she brought out her pokemon and called out there names, Snap, Volt, DJ, Soundwave, and Melody. Muse gasped at the trainer.
This trainer has been everywhere. Her pokemon weren't from this region at all and they had names related to music. Muse knew what to do then.
Muse showed herself infront of the trainer and the trainer gasped. The Trainer took out her pokedex and said, "Meloia." Afterwords, the trainer asked what are you doing here.
Muse then showed her, but taking a battle stance. I want to battle, thought Muse, She may be a trainer of music....but I want to test her skill.
"I get you now. Alrighty then! Let's go DJ!" The Trainer sent out her Umbreon to battle Muse and Muse smiled, thinking that this was going to be fun.
Muse used Parish Song on the first move but the Trainer was smart. "DJ use shadow ball!" Muse was hit and took a lot of damage.
I knew....said Muse as it got up, I knew this trainer was smart. Muse smiled, But I'm smarter.
Muse then used Sing which got the Umbreon to sleep. The trainer used awakening to the pokemon which made it Muse's turn again.
Muse used Sing but this time it missed. Muse was surprise. How was that possible?
The Trainer then called out Shadow Ball again and Muse was hit pretty badly. This was the last turn before Parish song takes them both. Muse then used Close Combat and Umbreon took the blows.
But Muse didnt expect this. "Go! Ultraball!" Muse was taken into the pokeball and was impressed by the tainer. She struggled to get out but those shadow balls made it hard for her.
I knew she was smart.
The trainer went over to the still pokeball and picked it up. She looked at it and smiled. "Welcome to the team....Muse."
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 9:19 am
I want to move to the Music!
Your Name: A Pretty Rave Girl
Meloia Dance Name: CaramellDansen
Brief Description of her Personality: The nightlife attacts me, the lively hood of all of the other dancers inspires me to do my best. The nightlife is my soulmate. We dance the night away, listening to the deep tracks being spun.
RP Reply: I search the streets of this town for the hippest, hottest clubs with the deepest tracks, the bass calls my soul. This night is particulary special, I'm looking for something. I dont know what, but something is calling me. i pick through the others, looking for a speical face, someone who's like me, a dancer. I find myself infront of a old-style building, the bass pulses throughought the building. The club's name is worn off, the sign is hanging off the wall, its inscribed "The Castle". Around this place people dressed in all black, fetish like clothes. i walk in unoticed, i climb up two flights of stairs, i feel the bass, i feel it in my bones. its Darkwave Industrial. Deep dark music. Sounds like a warehouse of machines banging and clanging in a harmonic way.
The dance floor is packed, i see couches to the left, the right a platform, i walk up to the couches and sit down watching them dance, learning their style. After about thirty minutes, i jump up and walk up to the podium, and watching the girl on the podium. Shes spinning in circles, jumping and moving in akward movements. Shes got fur on her feet, she has a short skirt on, with belts and chains hanging from it, her top is small, like a bra. Her hair is twisted in dreads, with random bits of plastics in them. A gasmask covers her face. I climb on the podium across from her, and dance, everyone stops, and stares. She looks up at me, and nods my direction. It hits me. her face, its familiar, shes a dancer, like me. We dance until the club closes, the beats stop, my life is complete until tomorrow night. I leave with this girl, to dance more nights away.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 9:01 am
There's a song I want to sing
Your Name: Songstress Kitsune
Meloia Voice Name: Aria
Brief Description of her Personality: Aria comes across as a bit of a diva-that is, she likes things her way and her way is very, very specific. However, underneath she is very sweet and a big dreamer, and she wants to use her songs to inspire people everywhere.
RP Reply: Aria's tail swished behind her as she padded to her dressing room, backstage at the Moulin Rouge, a high-end lounge. She was the club's most popular singer, and she absolutely loved her job, even if it wasn't exactly what she dreamed of. It gave her an opportunity to sing, and hopefully someday she would get her big break. Some Trainer would be in the audience and decided that he or she just had to take the Meloia with him or her, and bring her to the real stage-to the musical theater!
The room was exactly as she liked it-everything positioned perfectly, from her costume to her makeup to the exact meal she always requested before performances. Aria was a fairly demanding performer, because having things perfect allowed her to center herself and relax before she performed. If everything was in its place, there was no reason to stress about finding things.
She consumed the light meal, a small sandwich and a glass of water, and then set about doing her costume and makeup. By the time someone rapped lightly at her door, the singer was prepared.
"Are you ready, miss Aria?" The voice from outside was the club's manager.
"Yes," she replied, and she padded to the door, pushing it open. Her excitement mounted as she walked closer and closer to the stage, and by the time she was on it, she was a flutter of eager energy. She activated the microphone in her hair, and began to sing.
The stage, she knew, was where she belonged, whether it was entertaining a lounge or singing in front of millions of screaming fans at a sold-out arena. It was the only place she could ever feel so...perfect.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 12:00 pm
I want to move to the Music!
Your Name: mewmew kittykat94
Meloia Dance Name: Terpsichore (Greek muse of Dance) , though she goes by 'Score'
Brief Description of her Personality: Pretty quiet but dedicated to her work. She never stops something until she finishes it. Also, she has a tendency to not to want to mess anything up in fear she would be a disappointment.
RP Reply: A lone figure quietly peaked from behind the curtain. Her eyes clouded with fear as she looked towards the crowd. Never in her whole life had she ever seen such a huge gathering of humans in her whole life.
There was no way she could dance in front of them, she thought as she took a step back. Letting out her held breath, she started back out towards the dressing room. A simple,sad thought crossed her mind, "My human will just have to get over it..."but that made her give a pause.
She couldn't let her trainer down, especially after all of that work.
Immediately, she took a U-turn and slowly made her way back. She did not want to do this at all, but she wouldn't be the one to let her trainer down. As she stepped slowly onto the stage, she imaged the nights she had danced for the pokemon in the human's abandoned "Dreamyard" The memory of the sweet melodies by the Kricketunes that filled the air urging the young Meloia into her dance. Their light violin-like strains blocking out the human's 'music.' As she continued, the humans' faces changed into the young pokemon that had aways attended her performances.
Her lithe movements mesmerized the crowd before her, but in her mind, she was never 'there' but back home, with her friends. As she danced, she never took a single misstep, her movements right on the beat, even if she wasn't even listening to the music filling the theater. She paid no heed to the humans before her either, the music and her steps were all that mattered.
She jumped as the humans thunderous applause filled the Musical Hall. As she regained her composure, she noticed how not only were the humans clapping....they were standing! A-a...standing ovation?!
She quickly covered her face to hide her deep blush and with a small bow, she hurried off the stage, her excitement stealing her breath. She had never gotten a standing ovation before, it felt... magical, extrordianary..
As she hurried over to her human... no, her partner... and smiled up at her. "I did it! Did you see?!" she exclaimed as she smiled up to her partner, who had returned the same smile. The small pokemon let out a small squeak as she was quickly brought up into a hug.
"You did amazing, Score, you really did"
As she hugged her partner back, her smile grew even larger, maybe the Musical was just the place for her.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 1:04 pm
There's a song I want to sing
Your Name: 0-HELL_HOUND-0
Meloia Voice Name: Shira
Brief Description of her Personality:Nice, kind, generous and loving. She enjoys singing for crowds, individuals and the like. Though she has an unusual fear of humans when she has to be face-to-face with them alone.
RP Reply:
I let our a horrid, faint sounding yelp. NO, not now... Not on a day as important as this! Today of all days? It was the day I was going to be singing in front of my biggest audience EVER! Oh, I could just cry right now. I went to bed perfectly fine, and what do I wake up with? A TERRIBLE cold. My throat hurts, my nose is stuffy... UGH! What should I do, what should I do?
In a panic, I began to pace back and forth across the soft grass in the forest, thinking on how to fix this horrid mess.
“I could go to the Pokemon Center...”I mused aloud, but I quickly shook the thought away, “... Wait... That won’t work at all! Humans are...” I felt tears gather in my eyes, but I immediately tried to shake them away. No, I must fight off these tears; they would only make me feel worse!
With the panic overwhelming me, I rushed out of the forest and out into the open field... Oh gawd the OPEN?! Why did I dare step out into the open...? Alone at that?!
I quickly lost it and before I knew it, I was down on the ground, bawling my eyes out. Coughing, hacking and gasping for air. My mind in a heap of worry and my defenses down, I failed to notice the approaching trainers… who, unbeknownst to me, were Team Rocket members.
It didn't take long for those awful people to take advantage of my current situation. Without a hint of hesitation, they had thrown a net around me, and I couldn't yelp without pain in my throat. I was in complete shock! I mean, I would LOVE to perform for humans but to kidnap me? I really doubt that this net was uncalled for...
"We finally did it, we caught the Meloia! Just think, were gonna be rich and famous now!" one said gleefully.
...They were downright crazy if they expect me to ever work for them. I would much rather die than do anything for these wretched humans. I let out a low (though weak) snarl and wriggled, trying to break free. One of the Rocket goons laughed, deciding they just had to inform me of something...
"Don't fret your pretty little self with escaping. We made this net special, just for you. You should feel special, little Meloia."
Right as my hopes began to fade, I heard a new voice enter the scene… This one much more kind than my captors
"Not so fast, Team Rocket!" A-another trainer? I whipped my head in search of the voice only to see a flamethrower rush towards the Rocket members.
THUD
They had dropped me, causing me to hit the ground rather harshly. Before I had time to think things through, I felt myself and the net get snatched up, yet again. My heart was racing, my head spinning and felt a headache coming on.
Then everything went black.
I slowly opened my eyes, trying to focus past my foggy brain. Quickly, I paused. I... I wasn't in the forest, or in a net, or anywhere bad. I was in a comfy bed, and a pretty room. My eyes wandered, taking in the sights around me...but then they landed on the trainer. Her eyes were soft and kindness radiated from them. Despite that, I was still frozen, my mind still processing what to do.
"No need to worry, sweet Meloia. I do not wish to harm you. I have healed you completely of your injuries and your small cold thanks to the help of Nurse Joy. You are free to stay or go, if you wish."
Her... Her voice! It was kind and as soft as a Beautifly's silk. She had saved me from a terrible future. How... I- I had to repay her somehow.
Calmly, I cleared my throat. "I thank you with all my heart, kind trainer. You have saved my life and I am forever grateful. I hope you wouldn't mind if I stayed with you. And... I wouldn't mind if you gave me a nickname like others have done with their Pokémon."
She gave me a soft smile back. "Okay... How about the name Shira?"
Shira... Shira... I ran the name a few times over in my head before nodding with a wide smile. "That sounds lovely to me! I thank you once again for saving me and accepting me into your life. I would explain more but--" I paused to yawn. "E-excuse me... But I am feeling quite sleepy..." She nodded and told me to go on to bed. I curled up, thankful for my new home, my new life. Then, I fell asleep for a quick nap. After all, I did have that very important concert later.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 3:12 am
I want to move to the Music!
Your Name: darknightcavalier
Meloia Dance Name: Kadence
Brief Description of her Personality:
Kind and gentle most of the time, yet at times she can be very proud and prissy. She’s a perfectionist at heart, always practicing. She takes fairly criticism well, with fairly being a loose translation, but when harsh words come to play, she may breaks down. Sensitive but wishes to be on top. That’s who she is. She is ambitious, wanting to be the top, why she wants to perfect her craft, even though she is a softie at heart and has self-doubt issues.
RP Reply:
It was do or die time. The stage was set up and the lights as well. The curtains closed around the stage. The sound of the crowds evident outside. The nervous footsteps of a single fox wandered around the back. Her soft red hair was kept neat and clean in her usual bun like hair. She peeked out slightly, through a crack and her heart raced through like a derailed train.
The people outside spoke in quite disarray. Unintelligible murmurs. That was what she heard. Yet, what she did not hear, she simply assumed. “I heard she’s just new at this.” “Oh please why are we here again?” All she assumed were the problems, the parts where she thinks she’d bomb hard in the performance. Would she slip? Would she miss a few steps? Would she stop short of a spin? These thoughts raced through her mind.
Yet, she had to do this. This was it, do or die. Fight or flight. Prove them right, or prove them wrong. There was no time like the present. She gave a deep breath and exhaled deeply as well. “This is it.” She muttered softly. Taking her place, taking the stage and taking a stand. This was her moment, and this was her moment to shine.
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