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 Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 1:43 am
 If Chris was late, Annabel was definitely moreso. And the girl didn't even look phased about it. Somberly heading up to the podium, she cast her vote, not looking up to make eye contact with Chef- or the deranged host snuggled into his arms. Instead, she somberly headed to take a seat, with an open one for her good buddy Ratchet. They'd discussed this. Stay cool and casual. Nothing retarded to get them more attention than they needed.
So intent was she in her focus, in fact, Annabel didn't even notice Ozzie's presence. No, she was far too absorbed in her own thoughts and concerns.
Regret? Oh yeah. Yeah, she was definitely starting to feel it. But HELL if she was going to chicken out now. Not when p***y GALORE and Q were such a good team.
...Where WAS Q, anyway?!
(( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 1:48 am
Ratchet had lagged behind, watching for other campers who might question her about the state of her tail and arms. Blech. Fly paper. Cruel and inhumane. From now on, the only way she would ever get rid of flies would be with a flyswatter or a chameleon or something. She quickly slid in an empty spot next to Annabel, tail curled under her. She took a quick look around her; Chris had somehow escaped the bathroom and was asleep on Chef. Heh. He really did look peaceful when he was sleeping.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 7:45 am
 Serena came in and sat down. She listened to the announcement and smiled. At least BOTH people who did their best was on their team. However, her blue eyes fell to the ground. Now she had to vote for someone. Ugh this made her very uncomfortable.. however, she knew generally who she was voting off. She walked up and placed her vote before returning to her stump. She was getting tired of coming to this ceremony. She needed to get back to the cabin and she wanted to go NOW. Impatiently, she sat there, staring at the fire. She had not even noticed the two who came in late. She was feeling.. not herself anymore.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 9:04 am
 Chris moved occasionally. A tail twitch here, a subtle shift there, and most of all muttered....well one could -think- they were words, but he wasn't really making any sense. It was all signs the host was trying to wake himself up....and not doing a very good job of it.
....
At least he was trying.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 12:04 pm
Kelly had slunk into the ceremonial firepit area and was sitting with her knees drawn up under her chin, tail wrapped around her entire body. She had drug herself from the challenge area to shower and change but her entire body ached. She was entertaining the thought of becoming a dentist and pulling the teeth from every gator on or around the island for future safety. Her pity party didn't last for long though as she watched the show unfold before her when Chris finally showed up.
'What the hell is wrong with him? Is he on something?'
Her mouth twitched and her nose wiggled in her effort to keep from laughing out loud as Chef tried to keep a hold on the boneless wonder that their host had become. Awww, Chris was actually kinda cute when he was doped up! She scribbled her vote in hot pink pen and went up to the podium to give it to Chef, wondering how he'd manage both Chris and the votes before heading back to her seat. She slid a look around the pit, looking for Bobby.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 12:53 pm
Slinking into the firepit, Axl took a seat, eyes on chef. He avoided looking at anyone else--he didn't want to draw attention to his pretty much naked tail after all. He couldn't find his tail wraps still. ******** beavers, they'd probably taken them. He sighed and settled down, waiting for the results.
Luckily he didn't have to wait long. Hearing that the Gulls had won, he grinned. He'd have to congratulate his team tonight (even if the cabin still stunk)!
Deciding there wasn't much of a reason to stay around, Axl got to his feet, raising a bit of an eyebrow at Chef and Chris. By now though, he'd learned not to question such things. He just gave a shrug and headed off to his probably still stinky cabin.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 2:06 pm
 Marina wasn't looking forward to voting off one of her teammates. She knew the first three votes would be easy and they where. It was now getting to the point of voting off people she liked and worked with. Each time the Gulls got attacked they had to bond together to make things livable again.
When Chef Hatchet read that the Gulls where safe Marina eye's almost popped out of her head. Now she was getting antsy to leave , she didn't want to be there any longer. She really felt the winning teams shouldn't rub it in the other teams faces. She was so grateful her team didn't have a chance to vote , since she spilt some hairs last council.
So she sat cold face and with out a smirk on her face , just waiting to get back to camp so she could let all her glee out.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 6:15 pm
Chef stared at the campers who were still debating on voting, then back at the collection of votes. Well... it looked like they had enough. Chef shifted the half-awake host to one arm and balanced him carefully. If the host fell out of his arms... well, chances are the campers would have a new cook for them.
Or the producers would see if as a way to save money and close the messhall'n'kitchen for good, heh heh!
"A'ight! Yew snooze yew lose, an' ah wanna git this over with," Chef growled, using his free hand to tally up the votes.
...
"Well nao, here's how it goes down," he growled, tossing out marshmallows until two campers were left without one. "Sharks? Say buh-bye to Chicka and th'beavers can give their farewells ta Billy heh heh! Have a free ride on th'Boat of Losers yew two! Now the rest of yew -- DISMISSED!"
Chef glared, watching and waiting until the campers left before retreating to the staff area, securely carrying the host and his marshmellow gun. Good thing none of the campers decided to rob him of either gun or host -- things would've heated up from bad to worse! Now, about that RV...
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 9:57 pm
 ozzie flinched as the marshmallow chef shot at him hit him on the snout in the same place the seagull had in the earlier challenge. he rubbed his nose as he put the marshmallow safely away in his pack. he rubbed at his eyes once more as he got down from his seat. "th-thanks ripley." he mumbled as he wandered off for some alone time.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 5:31 pm
"belbel?" ozzie queried as he wandered back through the firepit area. he knew it was a longshot that she would still be around, but he was running out of places he thought she might be. after glancing around and not seeing his friend, he wandered on.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 8:12 pm
Chris stood at his podium, arms crossed and s**t eating grin plastered on his maw. If the exhausted, miserable campers had -any- thoughts of attacking him they'd be quickly driven away by the figure of Chef looming behind Chris, an equally large grin plastered on his own face.
Oh god.
It was only after all the teams were present and seated that Chris began the ceremony.
"Soooo camper dudes, good job on rescuing your teammates. ...Well at least some of you, you others? Hehehehe, it's a good thing we're here to take care of you. You dudes wouldn't last very long in the wild now would you?"
But something was -off-. The way he was grinning at the 'winners' was off-putting, at best.
"So, congrats to the Sharks for winning. It's about time dudes!"
The host went silent at the yelps of protest, simply letting the campers get in their ranting for a moment before interrupting them. He was calm -too calm-. Had..this been planned?
"So about that whole 'winning' thing? Yeeaaah..you seeee..."
He unfolded his arms to tap his pawtips together, tail swishing behind him.
"The idea of this challenge was to go the longest without your missing teammates. By never reaching secret camp well....hehehe, the Sharks won! Sucks to be you other dudes, hehehe!"
-s**t-. This place was just -full- of surprises wasn't it?
FILL OUT THIS FORM
PM IT TO CHRIS MCLEAN
Do not talk about your vote here. If you feel the need you can talk in the confessional later, but actual names of votes need to stay to PMs for the ceremony for added DRAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAA
You are however welcome to RP the suspense of having to vote someone off...but please don't chatter and chatter away in here. Thanks
Once all the votes are in (or enough to make a decision) I'll announce the losers and give them instructions.
Oh hey, by the way. You can only vote for someone -on your team-. Cause otherwise that'd be um....stupid.
ALL teams are present, but only GULLS and BEAVERS are voting.
One person from each losing team is going home. Sucks to be you~
You fill this out wrong, I'm not counting your vote. It's really -easy- dude.
You guys might want to actually -you know- stick around in the campfire area until the voting is over. How do you know you didn't get voted off? ;D Camper Name: ....Your name dude.
Team: There's a friggin lot of you guys, I can't keep up :/
Voting For: Who you want to leave dude
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 8:17 pm
 Holy crap. They'd won.
Tired, shaken, and still feeling like that dart hadn't completely worn off, Ariel stared in dumbfounded shock at the host. No deciding who to vote for...no watching another team member walk the Dock of Shame. It was kinda surreal, really. With a silent, owlish blink, Ariel staggered back to camp, hoping the next day would be...normal. Ish. As normal as it got around here.
...With that in mind, had today really been that strange?
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 8:25 pm
It was a shock and a surprise to hear the Sharks had finally won one. Noel, secretly, was glad. Lucifer and his team needed to win one. The gulls and the beavers seemed to dominate the challenges.
The brit casted his vote, stretched and walked out. Voting off people really sucked. . Noel frowned, voting was never easy for him.
And the mod exited the fire pit and headed for the shark cabin in hopes to fine his favorite read head.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 8:48 pm
W-what?
After chasing off that goose, and gaining a new little friend there (also falling over because of said friend), Nicky had only just wanted to go wash up then sleep, but the moment he got back the little guy was taken away, then reached the fire pit to find out they had lost after all. He wasn't angry about it though, mainly because he just wanted sleep, but he did feel bad that another cabin mate would go. Casting his vote, he returned to his spot, yawning
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 9:02 pm
Well, they had lost again. Ripley was a bit disappointed. He hadn't helped much, seeing as he hadn't come anywhere near finding anyone, or well, not finding anyone. He rubbed the lump on his head; it was still tender.
He mulled over who to vote for. He didn't really want to vote anyone off, they had been here for almost two weeks. They were all friends now, weren't they? With a sigh, he got up to cast his vote.
After handing in his vote, the green Audio went back to his seat to wait for the voting results. Voting certainly wasn't getting any easier.
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