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| YES! DUH DUDE! |
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 Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 5:49 pm
Nestled in a (once secret) location in the forest lies the production camp, home of Chris' RV. Oh come on you didn't really expect him to stay in some run-down cabin like everyone else, did you? The RV is top of the line, outfitted to comfortably fit up to six, but usually only houses mister McLean himself. If one was to get a peek inside they'd see it contains all manners of delights not found in the main campgrounds. Good food, a clean shower, and a rather comfortable place to sleep. Not to mention what other useful things he might keep in there. He -is- the one running this show, after all. Besides the RV, the production camp contains a few tents, trucks, and a small clearing used as a landing pad for Chris' personal helicopter. Around the back of the RV lies a dumpster oddly smelling of civilization. There's a sign nearby...
"WARNING! CHEF ON DUTY!
TRESSPASSERS WILL BE SHOT AND FED TO SURVIVORS."
...Just what have you gotten yourself into?Inside a tent, on a little fridge, sits a crude drawingChris is currently:
Back to his usual self, campers beware!PLEASE NOTE: Chris' trailer is HIDDEN. The only way you may post here is if Chris himself shows you or someone who has seen it tells you where it is. If too many campers catch onto it being here without a reason for them to know he will -move it- and it'll have to be found again.
You've been warned dudes.******* [ The Forest ]
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 7:07 pm
Chris led the way through the deeper parts of the woods. His RV was hidden pretty far back...but honestly did you expect him to keep it near the campgrounds? Someone would have -found it- GEEZE.
Then again he was taking someone there right now. What was he thinking...?
The cameras had been pretty thick in parts of the woods, but the closer one got to his trailer the more they thinned out...or at least ceased to be obvious. It wouldn't due to have glaringly obvious cameras everywhere here, then people would break them and go into his trailer anyway!
The host had been silent, only speaking up once they pushed through into a clearing where his RV sat.
"Not a word of this to anyone..."
The production camp was currently devoid of life. The crew had been sent to other parts of the island so as to leave Mister McLean in peace. Chris' helicopter sat silently on it's pad. Later man...later he'd have to take that out for a spin. The tents around were currently closed, allowing none to see what was inside.
His RV though...his RV was practically a ray of light on this dismal little island. It was top of the line, and so sparkling clean it was hard to believe anyone had -ever- used it. Lights shone from inside, giving the whole of the camp a warm feeling despite it's emptiness.
Hard to believe the rat b*****d called this place 'home' eh?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 8:09 pm
 The expression 'her jaw hit the floor' didn't even begin to cover Annabel's shock at the RV. She'd expected something nice, yes, but this... this put her normal home to shame. God, she didn't even live this damn comfortably when she wasn't on a desert island! Taking a moment to look around- or rather, dart her head in every which direction, trying to take everything in, Annabel barely noticed where she was wal-
HOLY ********, THAT WAS A HELICOPTER. Her mouth honestly was hanging open at this point, simply staring at the red machine in the distance. It was in this motion that the punk girl tripped over her own two paws, falling to the ground with a nice thunk.
...Oh. Right. Walking. Flushing horribly and pushing herself back up, Annabel quickly dusted herself off, muttering a very soft 'sorry'. It was just... Jesus CHRIST this was nice. Still working on cleaning the dirt off of herself, she took the moment once more to look around, barely registering the fact Chris had spoken to her.
"...Wha- OH. OH." Flustering slightly, her ears flicked back in embarrassment, and she nodded enthusiastically.
"I- DUH. Do you know how ******** terrible that'd look for both of us...? There's no way in hell I'm telling anyone about this."
That, and really? Every girl deserved a few secrets.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 8:29 pm
For a brief moment he was silent...
"Hey, I know I'm awesome...but you don't have to worship at my paws. ...Feel free to though."
ARGHHHH.
"I can go get some wa----"
...Awh CRAP. There were cameras. CAMERAS. Crap crap -crap- he couldn't take his shirt off out here. They'd see it and just..ARGHHHHH.
Chris flattened his ears back, annoyed and contemplating what to do next. THe only place there -wasn't- a camera around was...
Oh no. No no no no. If he took her in there they'd -see- and just...
"...Hrmph."
Silence returned, Chris struggling to figure out how to get out of this little dilemma.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 8:47 pm
She was ready to retort with something snarky at the comment- who the hell would worship a Rat b*****d like him?- when he suddenly seemed to panic. Confused as to all hell, it took her a minute to realize... this wasn't like the Wavemachine. No, there were cameras here, poised and rolling, for all she could tell.
...So that's what the panic was about. Scowling, Annabel kept watch on the cameras for a moment, her thoughts of an insult gone in worry. So, what now? She obviously couldn't ask to go in- christ, if she thought being here was bad... Annabel shuddered lightly at the thought of what people would say at her entering his trailer. With him still in it. Yeah, definitely not happening.
Turning to look away from Chris, to give him at least some space, Annabel wondered just what the hell was going to happen now. He'd probably send her back to the cabin... with a robot-shark on her tail, or something.
...s**t, he probably did have a robot shark around here.
Throwing a glance over her shoulder, Annabel called gently.
"I-If I don't touch any of your s**t, would you mind me looking around..?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 9:28 pm
Campers by his RV, what was he thinking?! Stupid stupid STUPID idea, but he was so wrapped up in his evil plans he just...forgot.
Friggin hell.
"Er...sure dude."
Why not. Most of his important stuff wasn't just lying around. If she broke anything out here he could easily replace it. Yes, even the helicopter.
.....Oh well. Really, this was his show. If he was lucky he'd get a hold of the footage before a certain shadowy boardroom saw it and just.....whatever. They'd be fine. Really.
"Look the only place not filmed dude is in there"
He gestured to the RV.
"I have to go in there....it's um....it's up to you dude."
And with that he was gone, walking off into his trailer like the little rat b*****d he was.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:02 am
It was a very good thing Chris had approved of her expedition about the grounds, because Annabel was already on her way to view the helicopter. An almost childishness had taken over her- but god damn, she needed to see that thing. Padding over with a certain spring in her step, she skidded to a stop a good ways away from it, content to simply sit and stare at the machine. Tail wagging like a girl on Christmas morning, an easy content had fallen over Annabel, Chris and the day's problems forgotten.
He had. His own. Helicopter.
Lost in her thoughts of flying in the thing, it took far longer than usual for Annabel to register Chris. She had to forcefully snap herself from her thoughts. Whirling around to look upon him once more, she watched in silence as he headed into the trailer. ...What in the name of hell was he doing? He'd said something about having to go, and being up to her...
..Oh. Swallowing the sudden wash of uneasiness that swept over her, Annabel sat and contemplated her actions for a moment. She could... sit out here awkwardly, not help, and be an odd little spot on the cameras...
Or she could man up, head in, and help Chris out. Obviously, this was the better option, but... glancing to a nearby camera, she mewled in nervousness.
This... this was going to look so bad. But... if Chris didn't care, then...
Forcing herself up and off of the ground, Annabel replied with a soft 'coming!' and high tailed it after him into the trailer.
Alice, meet Wonderland..
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 6:02 am
In the end Chris just...didn't care. Panicking in front of the cameras was a bad idea anyway, as he was supposed to be the calm, laid-back (yet overly sadistic) host. Annnd most of the time he was.
Unless certain things flustered him, of course.
But as quickly as the panic had come Chris had shoved it away. Whaaaatever dude, he could handle whatever backlash this little expedition threw at him. Besides, he had a plan.
By the time Annabel had snapped out of her little helicopter daydreams, Chris had padded into the RV and off to get some hot water. The inside of the host's pad was so decked out it might as well have been it's own 5-star resort! First thing anyone would notice? ...Well mirrors dude, Chris had mirrors. Not an overly ridiculous amount but still enough to make anyone raise a brow. Accompanying the mirrors on the walls were pictures of himself...loooots of pictures oh himself, hosting the various shows and the like he's done over the years. Near the entrance was a sink and 'kitchen' area...mostly a microwave. Chris really didn't need anything else as Chef did the cooking for him out in the main production area, but it was still good to have. Near this was a table with notes scattered over it. ...Honestly -that- didn't bode well. Further back into the RV one would find a very comfortable couch with a few TV monitors around it. It was probably safe to assume Chris either watched over the campers or reruns of himself from these. Beyond that was the bathroom area, and she'd be able to see his tail disappear into a doorway as he went to get the water. Further beyond that was a door, currently shut. One could only assume this door was Chris' bedroom.
SHEESH this place was nice. But for all intents and purposes Annabel was surely entering the lion's den.
...And so the lion fell in love with----NOWAITARGH. WRONG STORY.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:17 pm
If she'd thought the outside of the RV was impressive, she hadn't even dreamed that the inside was this nice. Managing a very soft 'wow'... as she entered, Annabel again took the time to look around, observing the nicer-than-average living conditions of one McLean. Jesus CHRIST, this guy had the life. Would it not utterly betray her morals, Annabel could understand harassing people for a living if it gave you this kind of a home. Well. There was some motivation, if she'd ever seen it.
As Chris disappeared around the corner, Annabel found herself entirely at a loss of that the hell to do. She could follow him, but... was she supposed to? And if not, where the hell was she supposed to go? There weren't any cameras here, so it wasn't as if anybody would be seeing this, but...
AUGH. There was far too much thinking going into the status and welfare of the host. Sighing quietly to herself, Annabel decided to simply wait for Chris to call- if he needed her help, he definitely would, and she could take this time to observe. She quietly padded about the area, taking her time to inspect the kitchen- and glance the occasional note- without putting her paws on anything. Her eyebrows raised at the lack of disorganization, but she decided not to comment on it for now. Instead, she opted to move to the observational area- she'd glanced the notes, yes, but they certainly weren't worth focusing on.
Stopping in front of the sofa, Annabel couldn't help but envy Chris for a moment. Christ, this man lived well! And this.. this was probably how he'd seen her forest-sneaking attempts. Observe the campers? Like a boss.
..Wait, where the hell had that come from? Shaking the thoughts from her head, Annabel resumed her explorations of the 'Den' once more.
CHRIST this was one nice-living Lion.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:29 pm
Not just any boss. Like a McLean.
Running water could be heard as Chris struggled in the bathroom to get the green paint the hell out of his fur. Otherwise he offered nothing to Annabel. Perhaps it was simply a test to see what she'd do?
Heh heh heh.
The host's notes were strewn about on the table, and labeled with such fancy headings as "THINGS TO DO" and "CAMPERS TO TORMENT". Hoboy. Some of Chris' things were organized, and then other things like the notes just weren't. It was quite possible an intern (or Chef dressed in a maid outfit hehehehehe) occasionally cleaned up his trailer for him.
Chris' sofa was plush and comfortable looking. Ridiculously so. One would be hard pressed to find such a nice couch in a house let alone an RV! The monitors were currently all off, except one which offered a simple view of the area outside. Must be a security camera.
The host (shirtless again) appeared out of the bathroom, quickly ducking into his bedroom. For the brief moment the door was open one could spot a luxurious looking room that'd put a high ranked hotel to shame. He was in there for a few moments before coming back out and shutting the door behind him.
"Got most of it off.."
Chris gestured to the scar, now significantly less green.
"Still some on there dude, and no clue how to do a better job covering it."
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:48 pm
Annabel turned when he exited the room shirtless, at this point getting used to the sight- and at that thought, she flustered ever so slightly. Quickly she averted her gaze to the scar, which was only the slightest bit green, now. Annabel nodded in acknowledgment, taking a moment to consider what to do.
"You use makeup for when you go on camera, right? At least a little? Anything to raise your cheekbones, a foundation for an even color? I need to know what all you have available to use, before I can do anything more to help." And that was true, anyway- if he was off using the wrong colors to try and cover the scar... well, it was no wonder he never took his shirt off. Couldn't have the host using a darker toned makeup and expecting it to work, could they?
....On second thought, she really didn't want to question the lengths of Chris's apparent stupidity with makeup. Taking the time to push the thoughts out of her brain, she tried to offer a reassuring smile.
"But you look good n-" WAIT. WAIT. PAUSE. REWIND. NOOOOO, THAT WAS NOT WHAT SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO SAY. Coloring a bright red, her ears flicked back in embarrassment.
"s**t. THE SCAR. THE SCAR LOOKS GOOD. NOT YOU. s**t."
Oh yeah. She was entirely, completely, one hundred percent suave, cool, and collected.
Why couldn't she get a dart in this a** at times like THIS?
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:54 pm
"Ummmm........."
Yeah he had not a -clue- what she was talking about.
"I have...makeup people for that dude. ...Ya know?"
Psh, do his own makeup work? AS IF. Now he just needed to nag the producers long enough to get a budget for a decent hair crew.
He didn't, however, let said makeup people ever know about his scar. That was personal, and only a unfortunate circumstance that Annabel knew about it.
And at that Chris just had to stare. And stare...and blink....
And then grin. A rather large, SMUG grin.
"Riiiiight, that's what you were going to say. Mmmhmm."
Oh s**t, there was that predatory, amused, YOU'REEFFED look of his.
"Juuuust admit it. You have a crush on me. Not that I can blame you or anything..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 4:46 pm
Makeup and consideration of the host aside, Annabel was really making headway on her porcupine impression. Bristled to a point where she honestly looked more comedic than anything, Annabel was glaring at Chris. If looks could kill, she'd be well on her way to mass-murder with this one. The NERVE. Oh, she could just slip her hands around his neck, pin him to the wall, and just strangle him. It'd be so easy!
But, no, that wouldn't do. Taking a deep breath, Annabel quickly bit on one of the knuckles from her right hand, attempting to steady out her anger once more. When breathing didn't work? That usually did. (And, were anybody to check her fur they, they would find indentions and scars of frequent technique usage.) Still taking a moment to count to ten and breathe, Annabel dropped her paw to her side once more, scowling up at Chris.
"First off, no. Amazingly enough, jackass? People can offer to help and be nice without wanting in your pants." Her paw raised to her hip, at this point. Yeah, she was on a roll now.
"Secondly? You ever imply that again, and so help me god, I will rally the campers to raid your trailer. And don't even think I won't. In case you didn't notice? They all, y'know. Think I'm pretty badass and like me." And they did, too! She could certainly think of quite a few campers who wouldn't mind overtaking the Rat b*****d's hideaway.
"Ignoring all of that, though!" She shifted, a fake sort of cheeriness taking her tone, "go get all of the makeup you have that matches your skin and fur. I can work from there."
Rat b*****d. NO, she didn't like him. Ugh. So conceited, even THINKING that. Really. It was obviously anger, making her face flush and pulse race.
OBVIOUSLY.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 6:34 pm
Chris simply let her rant, that same smartassy smirk on his face. When she was finally finished he paused a moment before offering his reply.
"You wouldn't dare tell them, because you -need me-. You might not realize it, but you dooooo"
...And yet some strange sense was telling him he needed the very same. A camper? As a FRIEND? What was he thinking?! McLean didn't need -anyone- ...and yet he didn't want her to get angry and leave for good.
.....
And yet he just couldn't stop his sadistic teasing. Not tonight, and probably not -ever. So the next reply came as a whisper, his breath hot against her ear.
"I know you dig me. Stop trying to deny it...and again, I can't blame you. But dear little camper, let me answer that question you're so afraid to ask....no the feeling is not mutual."
As quick as he had been at her side he was gone, turning to go find the things she had asked for.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 7:28 pm
And the anger was back. Snarling in frustration, Annabel honestly moved to lunge- only stopping herself, again, because it would look bad to leave his trailer, frazzled and messed up, with Chris suffering bite marks. But, at the very least, she was growling, fur bristled and muscles tensed. Good god, with every fiber of her soul, she wanted to strangle him.
But, in a way, he was right. She needed him- at the very least, to win this thing. And so, on top of that, she wouldn't tell. This was her secret, her one way to see Chris when he wasn't shoving her off cliffs.
...God help her, she was so ******** up. Were she not still in front of the rat b*****d, she'd go off seething somewhere, and take her anger out on SOMETHING. That was going to have to wait, though.
And then he was up in her space once more, breathing in her ear like a lover spilling secrets. Face going red for an entirely different reason besides anger, Annabel was desperately attempting a reply- unfortunately, it only managed itself as a quick stammer and a quiet little whimper. No, no, nonononono, her knees were not weak, her face was not flushed, heart not racing... GODDAMNIT, NO!
When he finally rounded the corner away from her, Annabel slumped to the floor, shame pinning her ears down and face in her paws.
No, no, no, no, this was not happening.
Goddamnit, ********. There had to be some way not to think about that. Forcing herself up onto shaky legs, Annabel walked to the kitchen once more, this time to actually read the notes the host had written, starting with "Things to do".
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