Totally Supernatural

Chris gulps and scratches the back of his neck. In his other hand he holds a piece of paper, and on it is an application form- for what?

He is standing in a dark, dreary hallway of an old office building. Work is over, but he's scheduled for an appointment with Samuel Vise and Carol Handmin- the producers at Fresh-ish TV.

"Come in," an ominous voice comes from the room.

Nervously Chris does. Inside the room is a towering desk, and behind it sit an elderly woman, with died red hair and horn-rimmed purple glasses, and a middle aged man, prematurely balding with cold grey eyes and a blue button-up shirt.

"So you had an idea for a show?" Asks Carol, her voice echoing melodramatically.

"Yes, Ms. Handmin."

"Well, say it man, and be done!" Interrupts Samuel.

"Of course, of course Mr. Vise." Chris gulps again. "My idea was- remember last month? When we received those papers from the government?"

"Yes, an odd screw-up." Mutters Carol darkly.

"…That was no screw up. I asked them for them."

"What?!" Barks Mr. Vise.

"I'm sorry! But what I'm about to show you… may change your minds!" Chris blurts sheepishly. He holds out the application form and continues, "You see?"

Vise grabs it. He reads aloud:

Application for Totally Supernatural:

Name: (first and last)

Age: (15-17)

Clothing-

Daily:

Formal:

Swimwear:

Appearance-

Face: (eyes, any freckles or blemishes, glasses)

Hair:

Ethnicity:

Body-

Height:

Weight:

Body most like: (TDI character)

Superpowers-

Power: (up to three)

Weakness: (one-two, not optional)

Other-

Audition tape:

Miscellaneous: (history, other interesting facts)

"Mr. Mclean- this is basically the form we used for TDI!" Carol snarls. Suddenly she gasps. "You don't mean-"

"Yes. Yes I do, Mrs. Handmin. I'll bring the audition tapes to show you when they come."

A/N:

Hope you send some characters in! Just to make sure you read the whole thing, I'm going to have to ask you to say both the producers' names. Not necessarily spelled correctly, though.

I'll need eleven girls and eleven guys! No Mary Sues/ Gary Stus, please!