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 Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:22 pm
 His surprised, rare curse was thankfully hidden under the mirth when Annabel fell, but the concern that was expressing quickly dissipated when she bounded right back up looking no worse for wear. He did, however, curl an arm around her in order to prevent something like that from happening aga--
did she really just say that?
Okay, Simon... deep breath. This was a silly mood, it was probably just said in a joking manner. Not that he wouldn't want her to say that honestly, no, not at all! It just felt so sudden, a bit too soon, and... er...
He gave a nervous chuckle, and decided the best course of action for the sake of his own sanity would be to take it up a notch with the impressions.
"Alright folks, this one goes out to my two bestest friends in the whole world, Chef Hatchet and this big shark guy! It's a little ditty called... GOOFY GOOBER!
Oh I'm a goofy goober yeah~
You're a goofy goober yeah~
Were all goofy goobers yeah~
Goofy goofy goober goober yeah..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:25 pm
Em closed her eyes, having finished her go around of the crowd. Well, she sighed inwardly, her words stinging, at least he's handsome.
She lay her head on Axl's shoulder, her eyes scrunched closed, biting her lip to keep from crying over him again.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:29 pm
 Not one to be lost in her abjection, Lirina caught sight of Axl's wave. She worked up a smile and waved back, feeling bolstered by the bit of camaraderie. The decision on who to vote for settled in concord and she approached Chef Hatchet to turn it in. She peered around for their missing host, giving a sidelong glace to the substitute that echoed disquiet. The big guy hadn't earned her attention over his food (in the sense that the stuff could usually be digested), but over what had happened in Challenge Three.
All the same, she had to turn in her vote. Doing so, Lirina returned to her team and, sitting near Axl and Emilie, drummed up some more congenial spirits. "Lord knows those Beavers had plenty," she thought, giggling a bit at an idea.
"I half expect Chris to jump out of the darkness to kill the little guy~"
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:32 pm
Simon's random bit of Sponginess stopped Ratchet dead, a befuddled expression on her face. Did he really just... yes. Yes he did. The girl had nothing to say; she just cracked up. For the first time in a while, she was completely at ease and Annabel looked happy. Simon was good people. Annabel was good people. They were good peoples together.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:35 pm
As Em set her head on Axl's shoulder, he felt his heart tug. Sighing softly, he slipped an arm around her and squeezed before turning to Lirina.
"Heh. I know eh? I don't think they're in a position to be mocking him... Last I heard he wasn't too pleased with the Beavers."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:42 pm
Chef nodded to the campers who handed him their votes, opening them to examine and start tallying up right then and there. Some earned a smirk, others a puzzled frown. When a couple Beavers began making fun of Chris, the chef grimaced. He could sympathize with them -- hell, if Chris was here, Chef would probably stuck in a different outfit that would be rather drafty.
But on the other hand...
Chef flicked his ears, and went back to the votes.
However, something happened. After Simon's little "performance," something landed on his shoulder with a soft thump. It was long, smelly, and looked in many different directions thanks to its googly eyes set behind small, plastic black glasses.
All in all, there was a creepy similarity to Simon. Except that Simon didn't smell like old feet and have holes.
Simon the Sock-puppet has made a guest appearance on Simon's shoulder. Don't you feel the love, man?
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:43 pm
 Content when Simon wrapped an arm about her once more, Annabel had felt herself calming slightly- the impressions were funny, yes, but lord knew this was the wrong place for such a thing. Besides that, the joke seemed done- for now, they could go back to a semi status-quo, and wait for the results of voting together. Glancing up to Simon once more when he chuckled, she raised an eyebrow at him, ready to question his actio-
OH. MY. GOD. HE DIDN'T. So much for not laughing. Cracking up once more, Annabel quickly bit her lip, attempting desperately not to look like any more of a jackass than she already did. Failing desperately, she gave in to laughing- probably writhing on Simon like an idiot. But god, he shouldn't have been so good at those damn impressions! Drawing deep breaths to try and stop laughing- and failing every time- she looked up to him in the midst of giggles, a grin spread on her face.
"Okay, taking back the love- I ******** HATE you, man. Oh my god, my ribs and lungs," another fit of laughter, shaking her head desperately.
"Holy s**t, they HURT. You are WAY too good at that, man." Raising a hand to scratch affectionately behind his ear, she was still honest-to-god giggling- a lot less noticeably, however, as she'd noticed the peering eyes of others, and had managed to at least sober herself slightly.
"s**t, man. As hilarious as that is, I think we need to cut it the ******** out before someone gets- ...well, scratch that. Before anyone hates us more than they already do. And, y'know. Chef or Chris kill us."
(( EDIT ))
And then, something went flying- still looking up, Annabel had noticed the sock puppet the second it landed- jumping a slight bit at the thing's appearance. What... what the hell?!
"...What the HELL!?" s**t, she hadn't spoken her warning soon enough- this HAD to be a bad omen.
"...I think we're dead, guys."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:55 pm
Thump
Simon picked up the -lovely- smell of football feet before he noticed Annabel looking at his shoulder. His head quickly snapped in that direction, craning backwards so he could get a full view - and he shuddered, which only added to the effect of their new guest by causing it to wriggle off his shoulder and land on Annabel's lap.
It was a monument to pure terror. He was just about frozen with it.
"M-m-m-maybe you'd be more comfortable in the empty seat next to me f-f-for now, Annabel..." he stammered, dearly hoping she would take the hint and run with it.
Unfortunately for him, Simon had forgotten that Annabel hadn't seen the puppet show.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:59 pm
Ratchet leaned over and, completely ignoring any immediate implications of the puppet's appearance, picked it up and stuck it on her paw. "Aww, it's kinda cute. Wonder where they found the glasses?" It took her back to Edward and Bella, the sock puppets who'd briefly inhabited the Beavers' cabin. Poor things, probably forced to do more obscene puppet shows... hm. She wondered if there was an Annabel puppet to go with the Simon, and whether or not there would be more puppets showing up. After all... a lot of campers seemed to be hooking up. Or at least trying to.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:59 pm
 After a quick shower, Bobby made his way back to the firepit.
Damn, this was becoming a familiar sight for their team!
Before voting, the cool Audio glanced around to see if the rest of his teammates and Kelly were safe. Once he'd determined that none of them were worse for the wear, he let out a sigh of relief and consigned himself to voting off another of his cool team members.
While trying to decide, he was distracted and almost broke out laughing due to the sock puppet, but the somber mood quickly dispelled it.
He voted and then slipped back into the shadows to lean against one of the nearby trees.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 11:03 pm
 If the last three times hadn't been bad enough for Kelly, this was definitely the worst by far. She was sore, wet, slimy and her fur was thoroughly messed up in a way that only gator spit could make it. She supposed she could be thankful for not being actual gator chow but it was little comfort. Here she was again, voting off another member of her team. Was there ever going to be a time when the Sharks would catch a break?
Sighing, she filled out her vote and handed it in to Chef, quieter than usual. She wondered briefly about Chris but decided it was better for her mental state if she didn't dwell too long on it. Who knows what kind of torture he was going to come up with next? She made her way back to the stumps, sending Bobby a small smile.
The appearance of the sock puppet only made everything seem more surreal and that was saying a lot!
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 11:05 pm
 ozzie was.....well, to put it mildly he was miserable. he was hungrier than ever, soaking wet again, almost eaten by a crocodile, and now he knew for a fact that pretty much anyone of power on this island hated his guts. not to mention he had gone over a whole week without his best friend to help him through.
and now he had the added bonus of trying to sneak to the voting booth and back without catching the eye of the audio who had very nearly killed him in the kitchen several days prior (and had scared him half to death in the process).
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 11:18 pm
 Luke was still slightly damp with river water when he arrived at the firepit, though it didn't seem to be bothering him much. River muck and Gator breath was downright tame compared to skunk, after all. Quietly he stepped up to place his vote, then plopped himself down in the nearest free seat and observed quietly.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 11:30 pm
Blissfully unaware of the Puppet Show of Horror, Annabel watched the puppet traverse from her lap to Ratchet's hand, struck between confusion and horror. Her unease mostly came from how much Simon seemed to tense horribly. All of his previous humor gone to fear once more, Annabel gave a slight 'tch', once more raising a hand to scratch behind his ear.
"Hey, Tiger, it's not that bad- it's just a puppet! It's alright!" She said, unaware of the power behind those very words. Sure, it was a very strange, very bad smelling puppet- but it was just that. A puppet! Nothing outright dangerous there, except for the fact it'd very likely been a warning from Chef. Hell, if they kept quiet and didn't outright make any more jokes, it might slide with very little physical pain to any of them! Still scratching soothingly at Simon's ear, Annabel flicked her gaze back to Ratchet.
"I've got no idea on the glasses, but really? I think they could find whatever the hell they wanted to for this show. It seems pretty big, if they can make us jump off cliffs and attempt to survive Gators." Shrugging lightly, Annabel returned her previously scratching hand to her lap.
"Might just be me thinkin' that, though."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 11:37 pm
"You're probably right; it's just that they're pretty spot on. The props department here must have it made... man, this might sound weird, but I'd kill to have in internship in props or construction here. So much to do, y'know? Especially in construction." Ratchet stared off in the general direction of the cabins, thinking about what she could do with a good budget and some nice power tools. "Though you can't tell me props wouldn't be fun. You get to sit around making puppets all day! And don't be afraid of him, Simon! Just 'cos he's a little stinky doesn't make him a bad guy! Little Simon loves you! See?" Ratchet held the puppet up to Simon's face, touching his cheek with it lightly and smacking her lips. "Little Simon doesn't bite! He just gives kisses!"
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