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 Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 11:52 am
 Bobby wandered in feeling refreshed after his shower and noticed Em drawing
Cool, we have so many talented people on our team!
Then he heard Nigel and Marina mention fishing.
"Hey you two, I have a nylon bag with holes in it that we can use... but aren't you afraid of the sharks in the lake? Oh well, we'll just have to be careful. Do you two mind if I join you?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 12:42 pm
((Guys, you know another day hasn't gone by yet right? o-o; *reading the went to sleep/woke up thing* It's still day 4 because me and Maru don't have challenge for day 5 set up yet >>
*juuuust being sure eveyone's on the same page*))
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 1:17 pm
( Me knows this )  She looked around " That bag would be great , and Yes Bobby , I would love for you to come" she said with a smile and skip. Catching fish , was something she loved to do , It was easier with gear but this would have to do.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 1:26 pm
((Yeah, I'm just treating it as late morning/early afternoon day 4 - Thanks buddy!)) "So are you thinking about catching them by hand? Maybe we could make wooden spears and go spear fishing... I saw that once in a documentary... I have a little pocket knife in my backpack that we could use..."
Bobby was thinking how wonderful it would be to eat some good fish! Marina's excietment was getting him going!
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 1:42 pm
So far Lizzy's day had been a long one, and the day wasn't over still. Much like a hermit, she entered the room, looking around cautiously to see who was around.
Did some of these campers just never leave the cabin? Mentally sighing (since a physical one would have probably drawn attention towards her), she made her way to her bunk. She crawled on top of it much like how a small child would have, then scooted back so her own back was against the wall again. Maybe if she looked busy people would ignore her for now. With that in mind, she began to pull out some art supplies from her bag, starting with her sketch pad and a pencil.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 1:46 pm
Bobby went to get knife and the nylon bag out of his backpack and waved at Lizzy.
"We're going to try to catch some fish. Hold down the fort while we're gone okay?"
He then rejoined Marina by the door.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 2:03 pm
Em looked around, distracted from her art by Bobby and Mirina, "You guys have fun with that fishing thing. Water isn't really my thing otherwise I'd help."
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 2:17 pm
Marina knew it would take days to make a good spear , so she just went along with it. " I'm going to try to catch some of the fish as you make the spear ok" she said with a smile. She didn't want to hurt his ego.
She went under her bed covers and changed really fast , and then walked over to the door ," Im ready when you are Bobby" she smiled.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 3:07 pm
"Alright, let's do this. Let's pass by the forest on our way to the edge of the lake. If I can find a mostly straight branch, then I can just carve one end into a point. It shouldn't take me too long."
He followed her out the door as his pushed his sunglasses up on his nose.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 7:59 pm
(( kekeke, guess who gets to learn what a skunk grenade is >.> Since the day is about to change, this takes place late at night, a bit before midnight ))
Creep, creep, eyes narrowed, Lucifer strolled to the seagulls cabin. His steps were quiet, he didn't want to wake anyone up, yet. But oh, he was up to no good. Soon, -everyone- would be awake.
He turned to his partner in crime, Annabel, a smirk as he took the box from her paws, almost gently, a moment longer before it was time to wake its contents. Oh little skunky, are you ready? Hmmmm?
He grinned at the box, peering at the creature through one of the air holes.
"Spray them extra hard, and there's more crunchberries in it for you."
Kekekekekekeke...
Now to prime the skunk grenade. Skunk in box, check, cherry bombs attached to box, check, lighter, check, light fuse, check, SHAKE IT UP REALLY HARD!!! check. AND THROW!!
He flung open the cabin door and threw the box as hard he could, slamming the door shut a moment later, snatching Annabel's paw, and running from the door to duck behind the wall.
A moment later...
BOOM!! CRACKPOP - PSSSSST!!!
The now VERY angry skunk had tumbled from its box the moment it hit the floor, only to be scared shitless by the sudden explosion of cherry bombs! AARRRRRRGG!! SPRAAAAAY!!!!!
Everything (and everyone), was doomed to be drenched in skunk spray.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 8:08 pm
The loud noises woke Axl up, and he bolted up right. What the ******** was that?! Today's wake up call? Rather confused and still mostly asleep, he swung his legs over the side of the bed. It was still so dark... ********, Chris was waking them up early.
Rubbing his eyes, he was about to stand... And that's when he smelt it. The most ******** foul smell he'd every smelled in his life, so strong it stung his eyes.
Cursing and swearing, he ran out of the cabin, a paw clamped on his nose.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 8:14 pm
 She'd stuck around long enough to hear the bombs go off, and given a howl of laughter in response. No longer, though- the second things seemed to be livening up, Annabel turned tail and fled from the cabin, off to retreat into the forest. Definitely needed time to let this settle down, and to just... think.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 8:23 pm
((Later that evening...))
After having what she considered a relatively good day, Lizzy had managed to get herself to sleep after about 2 hours of tossing and turning in her bed. And once she had finally managed to get to slumber land, THIS just had to happen!
The smell was horrible. She had smelled dead skunks before, but from a relative distance while driving near them. This wasn't the same thing. It smelled SO MUCH WORSE.
Despite the "danger," Lizzy didn't get out from her bed. She had put on her glasses, but she remained frozen in her bunk under her covers, peering out like a little kid who had just been told a scary story before bed. This sort of thing had happened to her when she was a child as well. There had been an earthquake, and rather than getting out of the bed and going to a doorway, she had just frozen in place.
More than likely, Lizzy was going to be extra stinky compared to the rest of her cabin mates due to her "deer in the headlights" syndrome.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 10:30 pm
Em heard a wieird nose and as she turned to look, that's when the smell hit.
"Oh. My. ********. God. There's a ******** skunk in here or something," she squealed in horror as she clamped her hands over her muzzle and hopped off her bed, jolting for the door.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 12:36 am
This guilt thing was really coming down hard on her. Twice, now, after plotting with Lucifer, an immense pang of shame had made her want to crawl into a hole and die. She was really going to have to tell him no the next time he asked; Annabel didn't know how long she could take this anymore. This had to be bad- she'd had more emotional breakdowns in the past four days than she'd had for months at home. But maybe that was because home wasn't so stressful? Home didn't make her want to crawl in a hole and die, or make her jump off cliffs, or make her... actually like boys.
And home didn't have a Rat b*****d she was desperate to analyze. It was that Bad Boy thing; all girls were naturally drawn to it, and even if she did have Simon- though she'd never admit it to anyone- something was horrifically attractive about Chris. Never, never would she act on it- in fact, it would be a secret she'd take to the grave- but she could see a charm in the manipulation, the bastardry.. some horrible, dark corner of her liked how horrible he was. So help her god, that had to be at least ten kinds of crazy.
Thinking on it, it was likely that same corner that drew her to Lucifer and put her in therapy. Christ, that man would be having a field day when she got home. Her mother, too, if she could guess anything. But god, they'd have to give her some sympathy- the second she'd hit the island, her meds had been gone from her pocket. ...********, that probably explained the random fits of anger. Maybe if she went back to Chris, she could get them- they'd have to be somewhere on the island, and.. they'd probably make this game a lot easier.
Limping on her way back to her own Cabin, Annabel had passed the Gulls' cabin once more- pausing, she'd wondered if anyone had bothered to get the skunk. Slinking into the cabin as quietly as possible- honestly, she didn't want to be seen doing this- Annabel pushed the door open, and slid into enemy territory.
...Holy ********, it smelled in here. Gagging the second she entered the cabin, Annabel began to look around, trying to find any sign of the creature. It would've hidden, what with the cherry bombs and all.. so the first place to go was under the beds. Shimmying under the first bunk, she resumed her search, trying to ignore how much filth these cabins must've built up. ..Hm. Wasn't under that one.
Quietly, she continued her search from bunk to bunk, until she'd eventually found the creature in one of the room's corners, curled and terrified. ..Well, ********. Not only had she hurt Simon, Chris, and the entirety of the Gulls, but this skunk as well. This definitely wasn't her best week.
Gritting her teeth and trying to stand the smell, Annabel pushed forward to paw at the creature- nicely getting herself of skunk spray in the face. Forcing the gag back down, and anything that might've risen with it, she continued to prod the creature until it'd come within reach. Grabbing it in her mouth by the scruff of its neck, she quickly pulled out from under the bunk, and bolted for the cabin door. Holy hell, there wasn't enough fresh air in the world to cleanse the smell- or the shame it almost carried with it.
Finally reaching the door, Annabel stumbled outside, dropping the small mammal into her arms. And ********, had she gotten sprayed and clawed. Making it about halfway to the woods before she couldn't stand it anymore, she finally dropped the small creature in the grass- taking one last hit as it scurried into the distance. Watching it disappear among the trees, Annabel audibly groaned. The gulls might've still been hit, but this way, she felt a lot less guilty.
Limping back toward the cabin pathetically, she slumped against the wooden side near the door, burying her face in her paws.
"Jesus CHRIST, I am never plotting with Lucifer again.."
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