[SRP] The Great Anime Harem!!

[Rodney]

Rodrick Smitters walks in, under a bit of stress, sweating in his old black suit. He is chewing some gum and looks at the door-holding intern. 'Student job, eh ? Do you know where I could find a trash can ?'

Trying to calm his nerves with gum was a good idea at first, but now he wondered how to dispose of it. He couldn't possibly be on TV with it.

[ZeroForever]

As Francis entered the room his evaluation of the other people was quickly summarized into a few simple words "I hate you all already."
The geek was tempted to just leave as the level of social interaction of listening to them talk was already giving him murderous hate filled thoughts.

[Zoey]

"Woah, this place suddenly got grounded" mentioned Matt as he suddenly saw the room fill.

[Harri-chan]

Leon strolled in through the door, nodding his head to the guy holding it. His floppy blonde hair swished around as he looked around the room, hands in the pockets of his baggy, beige shorts, which was worn with a white t-shirt that had a red guitar on the chest. A pair of white earphone cables came down from under his hair, and disappeared into the neck of his shirt, only to reappear at the bottom and snake into one of his pockets.

He glanced at the seats and the coffee table, and grinned, suddenly breaking into a dash, he leapt up, planting his yellow sneakers on the table, knocking a plate of butter crackers from it and stretched his arms out at his sides as he turned in a three hundred and sixty degree circle, "I've arrived!".

[muffinstud]

The intern lazily points to a small trash can in the corner. "Thanks for not sticking it in my hair..." He appears to be doing a very good job of completely ignoring everyone. Even while directing Rodrick to the trash can, he appears to not even notice the guy is there.

In the darkened room, the woman clapped her hands in glee. "All right! Let's get the party started!" She removed herself from the console and reached for something large and ominous behind them in the darkness. "There's still one more," Dave offered. The woman's shoulders visibly slumped, and a look of absolute loathing crossed her face for a second. "Then we wait for the last one." She fiddled with her iced mocha for a bit. "And get an intern up here. I'm just about out of coffee." Dave sighed and pressed a button on the huge console. As they waited for the intern to arrive, the woman remained in the shadows, admiring something very large enshrouded in the darkness.

[Yamigalence]

Colin enters and trys to not draw so much attention to himself.

[Marky]

Frank looks to Cooke with a venomous smile. "Well, good luck knocking me down some from way down there." the jerk said, leaning down a little. He had the height to match his ego, standing at 6' 5".

Cooke suddenly storms up and gets right up in Frank's face, being a bit smaller, around 6' 1" to 6' 2". "Maybe you need your damn eyes checked...and I think I'll help." Cooke says, starting to turn away, but turns right back, bringing a left hook right around to Frank's face.

[Mendi-chan]

Frank never expected someone to throw a punch over such light taunting, and reels back from the punch. Wiping off some blood from his lip, he speaks with a mix of anger and disbelief. "What the hell? You think you're going to sucker punch me? ME?..." The thought occurs to him to kick this guy's ass... but he seemed pretty built too. Not sure that he could win, and unsure of what repercussions a fight could have on his ability to compete, he simply glares.

[Marky]

"If you need to get knocked down another peg or two, just call." Cooke says, smirking, as he walks away from Frank, keeping an eye on him, before heading over and standing against one of the walls.

[Rodney]

Rodrick walks to the trash can while looking at the other candidates, not speaking a word, he seems to be coldly and calculatingly jauging their strengh and weaknesses, giving marks on wether they should be considered dangerous foes or temporary allies.

But actually, he is just looking at the other guys's clothes, wondering if he should have picked this old suit he is wearing. Once the gum he was chewing is disposed of, he serves himself a glass of water, his eyes still looking around to see if anyone is wearing a tie.

[muffinstud]

The nameless intern closes the door and leans against it. "Finally."

"Juicy! There's already tension building between them, and it hasn't even started yet!" The woman in the darkened room peered down at Dave. "How many angles caught that punch?" Dave frowned and flipped a couple of switches. "Six." The woman sighed. "I guess that'll have to do. But!!!" She dry-washed her hands. "Now we can start!" She pulled a microphone from off of the console and held it up close. "How do you turn this thing on?" Dave pressed a button.

In the lounge, a speaker system crackles for a brief moment. "Thank you." A woman can be heard clearing her throat. She resumes talking in a commanding yet pretty Alto. "The studio would like to welcome all of you here today, and we are quite happy that you arrived on time. We're also especially happy about the waivers you signed before arriving here." The voice sound rather cheery at that part. "As you already know, you will all take place in a tournament, the winner of such being at the center of rather beautiful female attention. The first elimination event will take place soon, but before we start in earnest, there is the simple matter of your numbers.

"You may have noticed that there are twelve of you. A standard tournament requires sixteen. And so, to keep numbers even as people get eliminated, two of you will have byes into the later rounds. Our first event will determine just who gets those byes." There is a pause. "Next time, get me the machiatto! Useless! Oh, am I still on? Where was I? Oh, yes. The first event. We are preparing the first event as we speak, so while that is going on, please feel free to order some lunch from the intern." The woman's voice takes on an ominous tone. "You must order something, but be careful what you choose."

The sound system makes the sound of some kind of rustling. "There, that should do it. Oh, I can hardly wait until these poor saps realize just what they've gotten themselves into!" The woman breaks into an evil cackling laugh. It's interrupted for a short moment. "Mm, that's a good mocha." She then returns to her evil cackle, which is cut short when the sound system turns off abruptly.

The intern at the door whips out a notepad and blankly stares at the men in the room. "So, what'll it be?"

[Nosnits]

"Order lunch, eh? Sounds easy enough..." Robert says to himself, as he heads over to the intern. "Well...I'd like some Greek styled lamb, with garlic toast and potatoes on the side. I'd also like asmall side order of....hmmm..fruit salad, and a large Hot Chocolat with wipped cream to drink, please." He says to the man.

[Alissa of Someday]

"We 'must' order something?"

Sal's expression is a practiced neutral--an expression that he had developed over time to be unreadable. Was this part of the event? It seemed like it, or why else would she say that? Maybe the choice of food determined who got the bys...

Breaking his reverie, he gives the intern a small smile.

"What would you recommend?"

[Nikki]

"I'll take some pizza." Malcolm says. "That is unless you wanna tell me what I should I order instead. I could make it worth your while."

[Mendi-chan]

Frank nurses his jaw as he looks to the intern suspiciously. "So's that suppose to mean... whatever, doesn't matter to me. Just get me a turkey sub and some Gatorade." They were probably going to lace his food with something, so at least he could tell if there was something screwy with what he ordered. He spent enough time on the basketball court with Gatorade to notice if something was way off, and a sandwich was simple enough to disassemble and examine. Besides, the creepy lady said they had to order, she didn't say anything about actually having to eat it.