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 Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 11:45 pm
 Simon wished he could say something coherent in response to Annabel... but he just couldn't string his thoughts together, not with horrific flashbacks of The Puppet Show storming before his eyes. It had taken him days, DAYS to stop having nightmares of that horror, and all of that work had just been unraveled with as simple a move as throwing a sock at him.
And then Ratchet had to go and rub it in his face-- literally.
He froze on the spot, unable to make any noise save for a desperate whine that died down before it could even carry very far. Behind his petrified features, though, his mind was screaming desperately for Ratchet to stop before his mind started going to very bad places.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 11:55 pm
 "Oi, Ratch! I think he's afraid of puppets, leave 'im alone!" Annabel swatted at Ratchet good-humoredly, a small smile showing that she wasn't entirely serious. Still- if it was freaking out Simon this badly... she honestly couldn't support it. Okay, yeah, she was a romantic sap- so what? The boy honestly needed her help sometimes- just as much as she needed his. Turning, slightly, to bury her face in the crook of his neck, Annabel sighed lightly.
"Hey... hey, Tiger, it's alright.." She crooned soothingly, once more attempting to scratch away his worries. From what little of his facial expression she could see, and just the hint of that whine, this was bad- definitely if he was seeing back to that Puppet Show of Hell she'd missed out on. God, she was getting more and more thankful she'd missed out on that bit. ..Alright, so maybe this was going to be bad, but...
Pressing a gentle kiss to his neck, Annabel shifted back, looking up to him pleadingly.
"Simon, c'mon. You're making me worry... and she won't do it again, I swear!" Turning to Ratchet, she gave the girl a very half-assed glare.
"Right~?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 11:57 pm
"Aw, jeez, I didn't realize... sorry, man!" Ratchet smiled good-naturedly, tucking Little Simon behind her. She didn't mean to flip him out like that; she thought he'd just been startled from the thing's sudden appearance. "Little Simon's goin' away now."
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 12:00 am
It was damn fortunate Annabel was around, otherwise it might have been hours before he'd be able to revert back to a functioning mental state. After a few moments of fawning he could be felt slowly relaxing, his breathing resuming with a long, heavy draw of air.
"I-I think I'm okay," he said shakily, tightening his grip on Annabel just a bit in order to further anchor his regained hold on reality. "Thanks, Annabel..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 1:05 am
"Well," Chef began, drawing attention to himself as he shifted uncomfortably from foot to food. "Since we're waitin' on a few people ta make their decision -- no rush 'r anythin'," he added, nodding to those still making up their mind. "An', well, since th' producers asked fer it..."
Here the large Audio shrugged and stepped behind the podium, ducking down. He didn't really fit behind it that well -- his wide shoulders stuck out! But, really, that wasn't important.
What was going on, however, was.
On top of the podium, two... things appeared. One was a greenish-grey with googly eyes and -- oh god. Sock-puppets. Edward and Bella were back, except this time Bella looked a little different. It looked like she had something black around one of her googly eyes, not a splotch like a black eye but... s**t, was that a marking? The heel of the sock on it was blue, so it looks like Bella was re-made...
To pass the time, Chef entertained the campers by re-enacting the first mind-numbing anti-coupling performance, but this time it also included cheesy pick-up lines, ways to say no, how to sneak out of a bad date, and how to avoid run-ins with the opposite sex altogether. Or something. Most campers were too horrified to listen to the complete thing, especially after having already forced to sit through it once before.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 1:15 am
When Simon finally calmed down, Annabel turned to him with a sigh of relief- genuine happiness on her face at the sight of her relaxed friend. She'd opened her mouth to blow it off or something, wave it off as being no big deal, when the sounds of Chef speaking distracted her- turning back to look at the larger Audio, she just caught him as he ducked behind the podium. What the hell...?
Her face lit up in a brilliant scarlet, however, when the puppets were suddenly brought out. Very quickly, she was becoming aware of just why Simon had been scarred by this. The two were- ...wait, wait just a second. Managing to break out of her horror for a second to get a better look at the 'girl' puppet, Annabel blinked. Grey eye marking... blue hair...
"Oh holy s**t." And even more than she already was, Annabel was a brilliant crimson, ears pinned back in shame and eyes wide. To anyone watching, it should've been horribly obvious who the girl-puppet was remade to look like. This... it hadn't been like this the first time, had it? Simon would've commented, or... or someone would've! Whimpering slightly as she watched in horror, unable to tear herself away, Annabel was horribly, horribly aware of how awful this was.
And oh Jesus Christ, the rest of the campers- if they caught on- were never going to let her live this down. Just... holy s**t, man.
Ho. Lee. s**t.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 6:32 am
 The blue female smiled when she saw her one friend and waved to Ravyn. She was curious who he was voting for but it was Chef who got her attention next. Something was wrong about that one puppet.. it kinda looked... like... her eyes grew wide. Uh oh.. someone had a vendetta against Annabel it would seem. She hid her face with her paws. She was not going to watch this...
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 8:53 am
 As the sock-puppet show started, Bobby rolled his eyes, put in his earbuds, turned up his iPod, and lost himself in the music so he could avoid further scarring at the hands of Chef.
The slow, smooth music calmed his nerves and put him back in his "cool place."
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 9:24 am
Chef's announcement made Simon turn his head in the direction of the podium in order to at least look like he was being more attentive. It puzzled him briefly when the train-sized Audio made an attempt to disappear behind the podium, and then--
No... NOOOOOOOOO!!
As much as he was pleading at his eyes to look away, they remained transfixed on the reborn nightmare Chef was playing out, widened to the size of hubcaps in absolute horror. It was very much like witnessing a train wreck, or seeing an occupied building collapse - it was a horrible, tragic disaster, but some part of him, sick curiosity or otherwise, would not allow him to look away.
He held onto Annabel's form for dear life, one hand jerking up to grip hers in some combination of terror and a desire to provide emotional support to the poor girl. The "special modifications" that had been made to the Bella puppet were as glaring to him as they were to anyone else, and he could only imagine how much worse this was making this ordeal for her.
One thing was for sure in all this: neither of them were going to be sleeping well tonight.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 10:30 am
 Asher took a seat next to a few of his teammates. Oddly, he didn't feel as nervous voting someone off today as he usually did. Maybe it was because every camper was here tonight? Or maybe it was just the fact that Asher was too distracted by the Chef's puppet show.
Perhaps traumatized was a better word.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 10:36 am
After placing his vote, Nicky sat back down, pretty satisfied with the day (even if he had been eaten and smelt bad, it was pretty fun) at least until the puppets were brought back out. 'Why does he keep bringing those out!?' Not wanting to see the 'show'(even if they were sock puppets, seeing the large audio puppeteer them doing 'that' was pretty painful) Nicky covered his eyes, but not before noticing the Bella puppet got a make-over.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 10:47 am
 while he waited for theright time to move, ozzie watched chef duck behind the podium and emerge with....wait, were those sock puppets? he thought he remembered seeing something similar hanging on the wall of the kitchen.
oh cripes, what was he doing with those puppets?!?!?! he watched horrified for a moment. he then realized that this was his chance if there was ever going to be one. while chef was distracted with his puppet show, ozzie quietly snuck over, placed his vote, and rushed back to sit as far back in the shadows as he could.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 4:47 pm
With a kettle in its mouth, Lex came into the main section of the fire pit. Seeing Annabel and Simon, it piqued an eyebrow and moved closer to them, hoping they'd remember it from a week ago.
"Haven't seen you guys for a while, outside challenge times, I mean." It used a long stick to hold the kettle close to the fire. Lex cocked its head, "What's wrong? Pupaphobic?" No humor was in it's voice. Then Lex took another look at the 'Bella' puppet (again dead serious) and scratched its chin. "Did the Bella puppet look like that last time? It looks like someone I've seen before... maybe a person in a magizine or--" it looked at Annabel, "Oh. Oh."
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 11:27 pm
Chef concluded his puppet show with a flourish, and from the darkness the snickering and scattered applause of interns and camera crew with earplugs could be heard. He gave a nod to the background crew, then put the puppets aside -- not before flicking something off of Bella. Hm, it seems that the puppet looking like a certain camper was just a horrifying coincidence... "All right," Chef boomed, "The votes are in. If ah call yer name... Well, get ready, heh heh." From behind the podium the large Audio pulled out a blue and red nerf gun. Except it wasn't -- he loaded it with a marshmallow, took aim, and fired it at a camper. He continued to pass out shoot marshmallows in this manner until three campers weren't hit. "Of th' Sharks, it's yer turn ta go William. Seagulls? Say buh-bye to Luke, and Beavers can now claim Jennifer's bunk 'cause she's just got herself a ride on the Boat of Losers, heh heh. Nao yew three come with me -- the rest of yer go back to yer cabins and rest up for tomorrow. Move!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 12:00 am
ozzie leaned over and picked up the marshmallow he got pelted with off the ground, then straightened up and gasped when he heard the results. "oh no, not jennifer!" ozzie wailed. "but..but..she was one of my first friends here, 'n she lent me mister ticktock when she really wanted him for herself, 'n she was gonna help me look for steggy! cripes, i'm so sorry, jennifer!" tears streamed down his cheeks as he left the campfire area.
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