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 Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 4:25 pm
 Not getting a response, the girl took it upon herself to hurry this up a little faster. "Sorry Ratchet but I really hope this to get done and over with soon." She moved her friend off gently but with determination. Almost with a certain professional touch, she shifted her weight off his wrists as fast as she could, and just as fast as she had been to sneak into the kitchen the first time, she pulled off his white shirt, tossing it aside, before shifting her hold back onto his wrists again.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 4:29 pm
Soo where was the Chef-man when all of this went down? He had his back to the host's plight, and he seemed to be talking to someone on his cell phone. "... Yeah, ah did it. Can't you s- oh." The large audio took a couple steps to one side, exiting the camera's line of sight. "So we still on? Ah mean, for payment yo. ... ... ... In the mail? Fine, fine, as long as it arrives."
Chef flipped his phone closed and returned it to his pocket, turning around to resume watching Chris' pli-- huh. The campers were stripping Chris here? Out in public? The first pangs of guilt began to set in, and the large audio waded into the commotion.
"Oi! What the hell yew campers doin? Yew've haven't picked what costume yew want, and it's not even here yet! What'll yew do, strip'im down and then realize the dang costume ain't here? Tch! Ah'll be takin' the host off yo paws." The campers could whine all they want, but Chef didn't think Chris was strong paid enough man enough to strip on national TV. Hell, at least Chef had something between him and his briefs.
Chef alternated between scaring and prying campers off the pitiful host before picking him up, making sure to get a secure grip around him. "Nao, yew people better hurry up an' make up yo minds on what kind of costume ta put him in," Chef growled, jabbing a finger at them. "And if ah catch any of yews tryin' to pull somethin' like that again..." He left the threat hanging in the air before stomping off with the wailing and disgruntled host.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 4:48 pm
 If they thought Chris was complaining before, they hadn't heard -anything- yet. Once his white shirt was pulled off the host wailed. Really...really loud. And if it wasn't for the fact that nearly everyone in hearing range of said wail hated (or at least disliked) him it would have been heart-wrenching. Hell even if they hated him they'd probably at -least- get the general gist that uh...
Well Chris was upset.
In fact upset didn't really cover it. Nor did distraught. Panicking was getting closer, but no, Chris was pretty much flipping the hell out. If it wasn't for Chef's timely rescue Chris' epic struggling would have gotten him free. But just as the awful shock was setting in, the trembling, shivering, damn near sobbing ball of a host was freed and pulled up off the ground. And despite earlier betrayal Chris was -thankful- for any help at this point and quickly clung to the other.
For you see, dear campers, Chris' scar is a really -really- touchy subject, and the fact you all just flashed it on national TV doesn't bode well for you. Beavers? I'd be worried.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 5:02 pm
The SECOND he wailed, Serena practically dropped everything she did and got off him long before Chef had to pull her away. Hearing Chef's words and seeing how upset Chris was, the blue haired girl turned away and dropped the shirt to the ground. She was just trying her best.. she just... she thought... and now.. she had gone too far. Without a word, the blue haired girl ran off into the forest as fast as she could. Not only had she once again not done the best she could have she had upset several people in one sitting. To know that she herself had caused anyone else that much pain would leave this camper to hide in the woods. She would not return to her cabin.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 5:03 pm
 Simon had almost completely retreated to the sidelines after the ambush began. It was partially because he knew he'd get in the way, yes, but there was also the large part of him that shivered in fear and revulsion at the thought of getting too close to Chris, let alone touching him. He really wasn't even paying attention to what was going on--
--at least, until that ear-wrenching cry.
His eyes shot up in the direction of the sound, and in the split second before Chef rescued the host he caught a brief flash of... something. It wasn't visible for nearly long enough for him to make out what it was, but it was apparent that even that brief instant of it being seen was what was making the man so upset all of a sudden.
Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to follow in Serena's footsteps, here...
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 5:11 pm
Helena shook her head and wobbled to the girls and Chris. Was that...a scar? A look of worry washed over her face and she scooted in closer to see Chris. He looked so upset. She felt bad for him. Yes, it was a pretty dress. But one made for a girl. She frowned and looked at him with soft eyes.
Then she heard the wail. She winced a little at the sound as she held onto her bad arm. She watched Serena run off. "W-wait!" she cried after her and looked in desperation at the disgruntled host. She reached out to him to touch his shoulder. A tear of her own sliding down her cheek. "I was too late to help" she muttered.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 5:12 pm
HOLYCHRIST. That anybody could make that kind of a noise- That was it, Vert was out of here. Team solidarity be damned, she was not hanging around for that. Ears flat against her head, expression ashamed, she slunk along after her fellows who were also making their exit.
"Christ," She mumbled. Should've done something earlier and now she just felt guilty. Great.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 6:45 pm
 ozzie was completely overwhelmed at this point. so much screaming and grabbing and rushing and commotion. he felt really bad for the girl in the pink dress and wanted to help her out, but he had to get away as soon as he could. otherwise he felt as if he might pass out or vomit. he gave a "i'm so very sorry!" look to the injured camper, then made a hasty retreat away from the madhouse that this challenge had become.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 10:00 pm
 Asher was quickly regretting sticking around. He hadn't wanted to go back to the cabin, due to the damp and smell and general misery of the place, but now it seemed like it would have been a much wiser choice. He wanted to do something, with all the chaos happening, but something told him leaving the scene was a better idea. To the cabin then, I suppose.
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