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 Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 1:24 pm
 "Oh I heard you, I was simply stating it myself dear Belbel."
Chris sounded bitter. Really, really, bitter.
Huh...she was scooting back. Hrmph. Didn't help him much as he still couldn't wiggle his way out from under her. Wonder what she was do---GAH! Chris yiped at the sudden tug to his hair and the claw to the side.
"Dude, what the--?! GET OFF!"
And then s**t s**t -s**t- she was going for his shirt. Squirming more Chris latched his paws to the bottom of the white thermal shirt underneath the other shirt and tugged it down. If Annabel wanted the first shirt layer off she'd have to move his arms and pull it off, or simply -rip- it off. But with the way he was gripping onto the white shirt (to hide his scar, of course!) it wouldn't be easy to move him.
"Nice? That was you being NICE?! Dude you have -no- right calling me sick if that's how you're nice. Sheesh!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 1:32 pm
 "See, you keep calling me s**t like that, and you wonder why I act so ******** up toward you." She growled in response, all earlier humor and taunt gone from her voice. At this point, Annabel was fighting to keep him down. Putting her efforts into simply keeping the host pinned, Annabel desperately looked around for help.
"Get OFF? See, that's what you do Chris- not me. I'm just taking what rightfully belongs to my team!" And really, the beavers HAD earned this- in the Producers' eyes, at any rate. Or at least, Annabel was assuming that's who the shadowy voices were. Chris didn't seem to care for them, and they had more authority than he did here. So, higher powers? Definitely what she was thinking of. But no, now wasn't the time to work on camp hierarchy. Annabel had a trophy it was time to collect. Moving to attempt to pin his upper arms, she whirled around to search among her cabin for help.
...Ratchet! The girl was a mechanic! She'd have to be strong from working with tools!
"RATCHET!" Annabel snarled, voice turning desperately violent from its earlier torments. Now that she knew what she wanted, she was done dickering around with the host. It was time to take what was hers.
"RATCHET, COME GET HIS ARMS. WE'RE GETTING HIM INTO THAT COSTUME IF IT KILLS US."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 1:37 pm
"Right!" Grinning, Ratchet bounded over to the wriggling duo. She'd been watching this wrestling match with much amusement, and she wanted to see Chris in that sailor suit. It would be funny! She tried to get her paws around the host's wrists. Annabel seemed to have his lower end fairly immobilized, and if she put all her weight down, she was pretty sure she could pin his arms. "I think I've got 'im!" Where the humor was missing in Annabel's voice, it was incredibly evident in Ratchet's. It would be hard for her to recall the last she'd had this much fun without a hammer in her paws.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 1:39 pm
 (( IN HIS PANTS. ))
Oh, this challenge was bullshit. ******** bullshit. First no one caught the ******** b*****d, and then in the end when Chef tossed him, the Beavers grabbed him.
The ******** beavers won. Again. This couldn't be happening. His outfit was far more embarrassing than some scout suit, or some maid outfit. It had rainbows. And a speedo. AND PINK HAIR AND n****e PIERCINGS. It would have been so satisfying to see the host in his outfit. But it wasn't going to happen, and now they'd have to vote someone off again!
Scowling as the blue-haired chick sat on Chris, he got to his feet. "******** this." He didn't even want to see him dressed in their outfit. Axl was out. He made his way back to his cabin, hoping to God the stink had gone now. He wanted to sleep in his bunk.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 1:43 pm
((XDDDD)) "Stop SCREAMING dude!"
Chris didn't appreciate such loud voices right near his ears. In fact he didn't appreciate any of this, but that was rather well known. By the time Ratchet ran over the host was bristling with rage. The NERVE of these campers!
But all the puffy fur in the world couldn't save him, and it wasn't too long before Chris was thoroughly pinned to the ground. Now...now he was torn between snarling in anger and whimpering. Annabel was hell bent on getting his teal shirt off but...? She...she wouldn't right? She knew man, she could't be THAT much of a jer---
Oh who was he kidding, if the roles were reversed he'd sure as hell rip the shirt off and show the scar. Damnit damnit DAMNIT. Ears flat the host squirmed the bit he could and spat threats at them to let him go.
Man killing them sounded good right about now. Unfortunately that'd lead to a lack of a paycheck...
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 1:49 pm
Honestly, Annabel couldn't have been prouder of Ratchet than at that moment. They'd GOTTEN him! They were going to win! The howling laughter returning once more, Annabel returned her grip to the bottom of the shirt, tugging the article- at least the top one- until it rested just next to Ratchet's hold at his wrists. Taking far too much satisfaction in her prideful stripping of the host, Annabel had seemingly overlooked the undershirt- whether out of madness or pity, it couldn't be placed. Glancing up to look Ratchet in the eyes, her grin had returned once more.
"Alright. Here's how it's going to go down. On three, you let go of his wrists and move to sit where I am. I'll move up, pull the shirt off, and ******** run. Call me crazy, but I think the Beavers deserve a little trophy right about now, hmm~?" Sadistic? Yes. ******** up? Very much so. But really, what would rub a victory and stripping in the host's face more than prancing around camp in his shirt? It was like wearing an animal's pelt, really. And god damn, if she didn't want it more than anything right now.
"Tell me when you're ready to go, man. I could sit here all day~ It's a lovely view, if I do say so myself~"
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 1:54 pm
Helen sat watching the struggle from a safe distance. An amused expression plastered across her face. Sure, she was upset that the sharks had lost for the third time in a row, but she was quickly becoming used to it. Besides,though it would have been amusing to see Chris in that grossly poofy dress, seeing him min a sailor suit would be so much more gratifying. And, to be honest, she did not want to see him in the see through dress. It would be plenty embarrasing but there were three words to describe seeing him in a see through dress. Do. Not. Want.
Chuckling slightly, Helen wrapped her tail around her paws, enjoying Chris's flailing. Her smiled widened more when she saw reinforcements, this was going to be good. Even better then the thrill of defeating Sephiroth in FF7.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 1:55 pm
"I'm ready when you are," Ratchet chirped, gripping Chris's wrists tighter so that when she swung around to sit on him he wouldn't break free and get away before Annabel could get his shirt. "What should I do after you've got it?" She wasn't too keen on sitting on Chris. It would be exceptionally awkward; Ratchet didn't have the twisted rapport Annabel had with the host, and she certainly didn't feel comfortable sitting on a grown man's chest for very long. However, if she let him up right away, he might catch up to Annabel before she was clear with his shirt. This was a minor dilemma, but, looking at it objectively, no matter what was about to happen, the result would be hilarious. She paused for a moment in thought. "I wonder what this will do to the ratings."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 2:01 pm
Ohthankgod.. Okay this still sucked. -Really- sucked. But for the moment Annabel was too occupied with his overshirt to seemingly care about the thermal one. It was a tiny blessing, but one nonetheless.
"Hope you aren't wanting to -keep- that dude. I know you dig me and all but..."
The snarl turned into a rather sick grin. Really, Annabel was pushing too far...she -wasn't- going to like how this ended up if she continued on.
"Ya know...just a little warning. From me, to you."
Any way they sliced this it was dangerous. He was exhausted...for now, but in the end this was still HIS camp. The Producers wouldn't be running the rest of the challenges. They wouldn't be there bribing -his- right-hand man to help the campers. The anger would blow over and they'd go back to the shadowy boardroom and Wawanakwa would be his again. And then the campers would pay.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 2:13 pm
(( Permission given by Scar VIA AIM to have this timed so we could shorten the postcounts. <3 ))
Even if the warning were given in honesty and kindness, Chris's words were falling on deaf ears. Pride had clouded her judgment to the point only her plan mattered- still staring at Chris, her grin remained, even as she shifted slightly to prepare.
"Alright, alright, we'll call in more help once I get this. We can get..." Glancing up just a spare moment more, Annabel looked around- catching sight of Serena, one of the girls she'd known from the cabin, Annabel whistled and gestured with her head.
"OI. SERENA! ONCE I GET THIS THING AND GET OUTTA HERE, YOU COME IN TO HELP RATCHET KEEP HIM DOWN. ALRIGHT?" She called, giving her comrade time to take in the idea. Having let a little bit of time pass- enough that Serena could react and come in, her attention returned to the host once more.
"Alright. Here we go." Drawing a deep breath to attempt to steady her nerves, Annabel's manic grin sobered to a more focused look, apparently absorbed in her work of stripping the host. Gripping tightly on the fabric once more, her tail flicked.
"One... two... THREE!" On the command, Ratchet played perfectly- moving just in time for Annabel to strip the teal shirt off. Hopping up with the article in her hand- she stumbled a bit- then seemed to just entirely freeze. Eyes wide as she stared at the shirt in awe, Annabel blinked a couple of times, confirming that she had, in fact, gotten it.
Then the maddening laughter took her once more, and Annabel sprinted off like a bat outta hell.
Should any of her teammates been listening, a victorious yelp of 'Viva la Beavers!!' could possibly have been heard in the distance. It was entirely likely that the twisted, punky audio was changing into that shirt at this very moment.
God help them all when the host was free.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 2:18 pm
The Adorable Panda Helena stirred. She heard Noels voice, or so she thought. She felt dizzy, like her head was submerged underwater. She saw Chris get up to run away but couldn't bring herself to stop him. She smiled as Annabel ran after him, then winced as Chris faceplanted the floor. "D-Don't hurt...him" she whispered, though Annabel probably couldn't hear her.
Helena squirmed to Serena and reached out to her with her unscathed arm. "C-Can you help me up?" She asked quietly. She didn't want to be considered an invalid. She wanted to do her best.  Serena BEAMED her joys at Chris' discomfort for just a moment before turning to Helena and smiling gently. "Sure." With a small gentle touch, she helped her up with her good arm, and carefully lifted under her armpit for the bad one. "There we go." She turned back to Chris and saw what the girls were up to. Oh it was stripping time was it? Serena had no problem with this! Hearing Annabel's command, she winked a blue eye. "You got it!" She ran over to the host and did exactly as she was told. She saw that he still had on his undershirt and looked over to Ratchet. "We have to dress him right? If you want I'll get this."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 2:32 pm
"Here; you grab his wrists and we'll just pin him until somebody brings over the clothes. After that, we'll figure out what to do from there. I think we can repeat what Annabel just did to get this white shirt off of him, and then..." Ratchet frowned, a sick look crossing her face. Oh crap. They'd have to take his pants off for this costume to work. "Or maybe we can convince him to put it on himself." Taking off a guy's pants was a major DO NOT WANT, especially when the guy was Chris.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 2:38 pm
"ISWEARYOUBETTERGIVETHATBACKDUDE!"
Chris -snarled- after the retreating Annabel. No way in hell a camper was running around with HIS shirt--
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"N-n-n-no!"
Chris squirmed more as Serena ran over and indicated his white shirt. Just...no! Man NO. Viewers were probably wondering why bigshot mister Chris McLean didn't want to be stripped by girls (actually, it wasn't that he really minded) but this wasn't the way to go about doing it!
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 2:47 pm
Serena did just as Ratchet said, and despite her looks, her hold was tough. Came from having to beat discipline her siblings into submission compliance. So the minute he began to struggle, she had tightened her grip. She looked down at Chris and almost in a sing-song voice chimed, "Hold still, please!" She glanced at Ratchet. "Well being that he seems to be more worried about this shirt, we should get that over with now don't you think? As for the pants.." She made a face and whimpered a bit, "Maybe the boys will take care of that for us..." If she had to... she would even though she would be scarred for the rest of her life.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 3:54 pm
Standing nearby Vert frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Scratching the back of her head awkwardly, she just tried to fade into the background.
She was all for celebrating the somewhat random victory for the Beavers and she was sure as hell looking forward to seeing Chris in all dolled up in whichever outfit was chosen, but this public stripping. Well, it just didn't sit right with her. Granted, the moment her fellow Beavers let up the assault, she knew the host would be off like a shot, probably off to some hidey-hole until this whole thing blew over. While she was slowly catching on to the realities of the camp and that public humiliation was par for the course, and this was probably just deserts for some of the stunts Chris had pulled...
Public dog piling, yes. Public stripping, no. Maybe she'd go take a walk, and hope Chris's new wardrobe would be all sorted out by then.
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