Hamcat DATING SHOOOW~! (Registered contestants!)

[hamcat]

"WE LOVES YOU HAMCAT!" Came the chorus from the audience who were all so very excited to see the most adorable...CAT HAMSTER THING also known as HAMCAT spin around the audience like a frisbee before landing onto the stage on all fours! There were, `AWWWWWW`s and some people even held up signs giving the fluffy orange little guy with a white belly and patch of white upon his tiny black nose as if it were a face mask a perfect 10! Oh...well there was that guy at the end who looked like he had special needs and rode the short bus with his eyes closed and tongue sticking right out the corner of his mouth which was 01. The fluffy kitty rodent critter with a nubby tail lowered its tail and looked a lil sad with those big, adorable, glossy eyes as its ears drooped. Only a one?! Did he let his amazingly wonderful fans down?! How awful!

Flopping into a sitting position, the mascot of the site everyone's on at this very moment for two years and counting put his fluffy paws together and began poking them together nervously as though he did something horrible. Well he sure thought he did, letting his fans down and all wasn't exactly an accomplishment in his book! Some people sympathized and bit their lower looking at the oddly adorable creature as though he were an injured kitten. However a lone member in the audience noticed the sign, 01?! They thought it should be a 10! Storming to Mr. Short Bus, the angry audience member gave him a swift smack upside the head and moved the sign around before smacking the special needs fellow again and returning to her seat grumbling out a bunch of not so nice words. Hamcat's eyes glittered with joy and he hopped back up on his two hind legs with those fuzzy ears of his perked up! No one was really let down it was just an accident! Taking out a collar from no where like the most amazing magician evereat your heart out, Chris Angel! and put it on.

Squeaky little mews that sounded like little `yeeeeiiiip`s flowing with the kitty-like noise he made. An androgynous, happy upbeat voice then chimed throughout the air from his collar, "Hi everyone! I'm happy to see all of you today and welcome to my show! Guess what's going on?!" Leaning forward and motioning a paw toward the audience, they all chimed together with a group "WE DON'T KNOOOOOW! TELL US! TELL US!" Motioning his paws up and down toward the audience, he then decided to shed some light on this strange situation before squeaking out "AAAAAA DATING GAME! So many people are lonely and they need to find the perfect person for them! WELCOME OUR CONTESTENTS!"

RANDOMLY out of the clear blue, a spot light shone upon the stage...a little to the leeeeft...PERFECT! The curtain was drawn and revealed people divided by a wall and numbers on big post-it notes upon their chests. Boy....what a variety....this was definitely going to be a colorful episode! Directing a paw toward the contestants, he then began to explain the whole thing, "I got some of them kicking and screaming, others just showed up! Give our bachelors and bachelorettes a biiiiiiiig happy round of applause, ooooookay?" "OK!" SO THE CLAPPING COMMENCED and a bit of extra cheering too! Who were our craaazy contestants going to be?!

((NOTE! Everyone's number is based on when they enter their characters C: like first female to enter is Bachelorette 1 then our first male is Bachelor 1, so on so forth X3 ENJOY OKIES~?!))

[Mia]

(Quick FYI, Post limit here is lenient C: so dun worry about the rules too much on this section of the board in regards to post length XD)

Bound up with ropes and tied to the chair was none other than Mia, the android with a very blue color scheme and frilly attire. A lovely blouse that was more like a jacket shirt sort of thing where it was tied together in the middle with a ribbon of a powder blue hue and a simple layered white skirt with shades of blue here and there laced within the fabric. Not to mention those cute white high heels with crisscrossing straps! Wearing a frown across her lips, she hadn't a clue as to how she got here and worse, how she was tied up in the first place! All she knew is that she was working on the finishing touches to making the T-Virus match Wesker's specifications from before and suddenly it was lights out and into this seat as though she was some sort of damsel in distress! Peering about with those neon blue optics, she tried to figure out what to do, how in the world to get out of this situation and back to her Designated Superior...or at least out of this seat. Normally, she would scan for possibilities but it was as if her ability was cut off...ok that was fine she wasn't completely incompetent without the option to scan.

Unfortunately, she had to have a way to get out of these ropes and that meant either sweet talking someone into setting her free which was bound to fail if the stagehands did this...and she was 99.99 percent certain they did. Next option was to somehow win this game...but they said this was a dating show. How could someone, no, SOMETHING like her win this?! She didn't have enough comprehension of patients with POSITIVE aspects of romance to even pretend she was interested in anyone! Closing her eyes and drooping her head down, this was going to be a difficult scenario to pull herself out of. There had to be some other way aside from winning, a dating game was just not her cup of coffee! When the light shone down upon her seemingly petite, tied up figure, she reopened her eyes and quickly looked up.

Then came a voice that sounded like an announcer from those movie trailer commercials where they say COMING THIS SUMMER and all that other stuff, "Meet bachelorette number one! Anyone can tell that her favorite color is blue, or maybe that's just the way her creators made her! That's right folks she's an android BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE! Bachelorette number one is the best note taker anyone could ask for and she's able to create a digital world of your choice. If you like long walks on the beach, then fellas this girl is not for you since she's like a led weight and a bucket of bolts that will probably rust! DON'T LET THAT DESCRIPTION SCARE YOU AWAY! She's really sweet and will help you out, even if it's to destroy mankind! This lovely bachelorette even worked with some of Gotham's most insane members of society who landed in Arkham Asylum and reformed a rare few before getting scrapped!"

Woah woah WOAH wait a second! That was...KINDA true but not completely! This was worse than she thought...this dating thing was an AUCTION of some sort wasn't it?! Trying to give individuals away as prizes, and the mastermind behind it all was something so...cute...plus a cross between a hamster and cat. Ooooh looks were most certainly deceiving weren't they! "Please wait! I'm not up for auction!"

Biting her lower lip as she finished her pleading words that were sort of demanding but not quite...that's when she listened to how some of the audience couldn't help but laugh at her predicament...such cruel patients...."WELL YOU AREN'T IN A COMPLETELY CONFIRMED PAIRING AS FAR AS WE'RE CONCERNED AND ON THE MARKET FOOOOOOOOR ROMANCE! SO YOU ARE ON THIS SHOW! CONGRATULATIONS!" Responding with a disappointed pout, she tried wiggling her hands but to no avail...her movement was still heavily restricted. "...pairing...? ....on the market for romance...? Each and every one of you patients are in dire need of help...if I wasn't busy I would find cures for all of your mental instabilities...! I shouldn't be here, there's research to be done and this is not remotely close to getting me closer to its completion! This has to be a mistake...a horrible mistake..."

Speaking in a tone which matched her external composure and finishing the last sentence in a somewhat annoyed mutter, she closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh...maybe if her Designated Superior wasn't busy he'd show up and reclaim her but then again what were the chances of him knowing about this....? OH WAIT HE HAD CONNECTIONS! LOTS OF CONNECTIONS! There was hope yet! If she couldn't get out of here on her own, surely she could count on her partner to help her....right?....RIGHT?! Mia could only hope...otherwise this was worse than being tossed into a dumpster!

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

With a big post-it note on her busty chest with the number 2 and a couple happy faced syringes drawn around it, those crimson glossed lips were curved into a smile as the spotlight moved right on over to her. YUP that spotlight was definitely dancing from person to person today, whoever wanted to have their turn would get the limelight for a moment! Bringing her gloved hand up wearing her usual uniform which was her most common attire, she lightly swayed it from left to right waving at the audience who seemed to whistle and clap at the wild haired demonness. With her legs crossed like a traditional, classy lady should, she let out a soft chuckle moments before the announcer went on his little introduction for this lovely bachelorette. "MEEEEEEEEEEET BACHELORETTE NUMBER TWO! She's only the best nurse money can buy, but she's not for sale in the employment department and won't accept a bribe! UNLESS OF COURSE IT'S TO CUT YOU OPEN AND WATCH YOUR INSIDES! It may not work though seeing how she repossesses stolen organs for a living after helping out at the hospital. Have you missed a payment and managed to escape her clutches? Then you probably already know her and should probably run if she sees you... ANYWAY! Her favorite colors are red and white with a side of dark blue and purple, she'll take you by the hand and skip down the street singing `Walking on Sunshine` if you let her! Did we mention she has lots of stuff up her sleeves? WELL SHE DOES!"

"Be good and I'll give you a lollipop when this is done~!" Cooing out those words, she stopped waving at her peers and brought her fingertips to her lips before blowing a kiss to them and resting her hands upon her knee. Why in the world was she here? Well that little hamster cat thing looked interesting to dissect and she figured it was a cheap form of entertainment to be asked questions and in turn ask questions later. Besides, she had to find some organ thieves here! Apparently there were some hanging out in the audience, but seeing how no one really caught her eye to ring a familiarity bell it was a cheap attempt at getting her here. Such a shame...she was looking forward to cutting someone open and watching their insides squirm!

...for some reason, the spotlight was still on her and she couldn't figure out why. Blinking those gold tinted amber optics while maintaining that smile across her lips, she began humming along to one of the songs that liked being stuck in her head: Walking on Sunshine. A group wearing shirts with happy faced syringes over their chests put their arms and began singing along to the melody of her humming. Hey this was pretty neat! Continuing to hum along, she lifted one of her hands off of her knee and used her index finger to wave it about as though she was conducting an orchestra and closed her eyes. That lovely grin seemed to be more of one filled with amusement rather than just her standard, usual smile. Definitely a cheap form of entertainment while waiting for the spotlight to move off of her!

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[Allegra Ford]

“Moving on to our next bachelorette of the evening! She's was once a man and now the most eye boggling demon of hell with a smoking hot body LITERALLY, it's Luc-” When the spotlight abruptly moved away from the psychotic conductor in white and red, all excitement that circulated the room suddenly died. Which sadly was replaced with a few loud gasps from the audience. Even the hammie cat thing made a gasp, though it sounded more exaggerated than the one the audience made, especially when the cross dressing devil himself was replaced with his mysterious runner up. This apparently didn't surprise the furry announcer one bit, instead of staring in shock at the unconscious female who was minorly injured with a few scrapes and bruises that we're slowly disappearing (aside from the blood), he walked right up to her and took off a note that had been pinned to her arm with a tack. Pulling it off without the slightest thought that it's going to frickin hurt, the pain was more than enough of a wake up call for the unknown woman. ”Ahhhh! What the hell was that for?!” she yelled before her unusual set of orbs eyed the furry thing. Hamcat of course ignored the woman for just a moment as he read the blood finger printed note out loud, not noticing for the time being that the audience was around. ”Caution: Do not uncuff the pink wearing brunette chick or her wraith will be unleashed upon you....Alsoooooo...Turn the note over!” Doing as the instructions said, awesome announcer Hamcat turn the paper over only to read again but this time Q.U.I.E.T.L.Y.

Taking about a good five minutes in finishing up whatever he read, Hamcat lowered the piece of paper only to notice a very and I do mean VERY angry bachelorette number three who could probably let steam out of her ears if she tried. The pissed off mysterious female was revealed to be none other than the infamous cop of L.A., Allegra Ford. And my was the announcer smart enough to take the warning note into account. Bringing back his handy dandy mic, Hamcat whipped out another of his flashy introductions for this old.....errrr....young lady who was wearing a pink, short, strapless dress, which for some reason the wardrobe didn't match her at all. ”Sorry folks! There seems to be a slight change in the woman department of our show. But nonetheless, let's continue! Filling in for our bachlorette number threeeeeeee is a woman that has as much grace as violence has manners. Her line of work comes from catching crooks with her street smarts and with the law behind her. Oh yes, you heard me correctly this feisty brunette is a cop. Awwwww, and it seems as though someone's has turn the tables on her ironically since Allegra's works for law enforcement.” Hearing the audience laugh at her little demise in getting captured and brought here against her will, Allegra could only do one thing while she was stuck bound by what painfully felt like silver handcuffs, she glared at the audience with a look that spoke 'Fuck off!'. And looking back to her predicament, whoever was brave enough also had the smarts to understand what she was. That realization of course, spooked her since Allie couldn't think of one person that knew her 'animal' self aside from Trish and the pack community.

Contemplating on it mentally to herself, she lost her train of thought when the announcer began to talk once more. ”But wait there's more! Don't be deceived by her cold and cocky demeanor, deep down this woman has a heart....weeeeeeell on a rare basis if you can get over her additional beastly personality. So remember to pack some wolfbane and a tranquilizing dart gun, because your in for a hairy relationship.” Oh greeeeeeaaaat....Was this some sort of setup to get her killed?! Who in their right mind would give this chipper mascot wearing thing information about....well....THAT. Well, whoever it was, Allegra wasn't going to let them off easy. Oh, she had so much in store for them as she let out a growl that could have been mistaken for a canines snarl. Ooops......

[Jax]

"WELLL THAT IS A FEW LADIES! Some naughty, some nice, but all wonderful ladies! How about we jaunt on over to the less sweet smelling and oh so masculine side of the set shall we?!!"

The little creature strutted his way across the set to the opposite side, humming a little tone as he went. every so often he stopped, spun in place, and wiggled his ears at the crowd. He waved his little paw over the darkened other side and pointed to the first darkened barely visible chair. The light flashed on and a man sat within a wooden chair bound tightly with rope and duct tape. It appeared at least a roll each was wrapped around his arms holding them in place while leaving his hands free. His head hung limply at first but slowly he began to stir. His eyes flattering against the bright light and his green eyes scanned his surroundings. A bright green mohawk crested his otherwise buzzcut black hair, multiple piecing upon his face and ears gleamed in the simmering spotlight, his outfit prominently featured black leather, chrome spikes, and grease stained denim. His eyes adjusted to the bright lights and he glared out at the audience, the host and... the hostility dimmed a bit as he regarded the other side of the set before it flared to life once more as the announcer began to speak again.

"Meeeeet bachelor number ONE! This angry young bad boy with a heart of gold... or at least some heavy metal hahaha. He is mere twenty four years young and is a graduate of the street of hard knocks. He likes Metal, Metal, and Metal, Oh and did I mention Metal? If you are looking for a guy to take you to the hoedown then look elsewhere, if you are looking for a man handy with his hands, great with tools, and willing to hit a man till the crunchy noises stop then you- are- in- LUCK!"

Jax glared at the ceiling. Slowly he tried rocking back and forth harder and harder trying to shake the chair, maybe loosen his bounds.

"I swear ta God. When I get out of here I am gonna teach ya the definition of pain, agony, and 'that is not supposed to go there' Ya Mother (BEEEP) (BLEEP) (DINGDONG) PIECE OF (HOOZAH) (KUMKRAT) (HAMCAT IS AWESOME) WITH A SPOON! (ELEVATION) (SOUND EFFECTS TO SMOTHER HORRIBLETHINGS) (WE ARE BEGINING TO RUN OUT)(SERIOUSLY THIS MAN HAS A HORRIBLE LANGAUGE PROBLEM)(I AM SURE HALF THIS STUFF IS) VERTICALLY TILL YA BEG FOR THE SWEET RELEASE OF DEATH AS I (IMPOSSIBLE BUT WE REALLY DON"T WANT PEOPLE GETTING IDEAS) DO YOU HEAR ME! NO PAPER PLATES!"

For a moment not a sound could be heard in the studio as people stood shock still from the barrage of words some of them had too look up. Hamcat himself was flat out taken aback from the man scrowling at him from the chair. For a few seconds nothing happened and then the voice began to speak again.

"As you can see he is a man of passions, he love metal though we mentioned that, loves riding his motorcycle through the streets as the wind whips through his hair leaving his cares and worries about being the number one muscle man for the 99 Kinds gang behind in a cloud of gasoline driven majesty. He secretly knows how to play the electric guitar though he doesn't tell anyone because he doesn't want people begging him to play. He is THAT good." "I AM GONNA KILL YOU!" "Can you not imagine the sweat streaking down his well toned body as his hands lick up and down those metal cables and music born from his passion immerses your body with his world?" "... I CHANGE MY MIND! DEATH IS TOO GOOD FOR YOU ALL!" "So don't be scared , get down, and get DAANNNGEROUS!"