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 Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 5:58 pm
Chris was done with this. The remaining campers just weren't going to jump, so marking them down with big fat 0s he turned to snarl the results to the campers still gathered.
...Crud, his team didn't win. But on a good note they weren't the worst of the lot either. Heh!
"Screaming Seagulls are the winners, that means Sharks? Beavers? I'll see you at the ceremony tonight. Someone's going home~"
And without a further word he stalked off, ready to change into much...warmer clothes.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 6:22 pm
Ripley had been sitting on the beach, watching everyone else, waiting for the results.
The last jumper, a blue-green fella, had caught his attention...he seemed to be rather upset with how his jump had turned out. Ripley removed himself from his spot, and headed towards the blue-green Audio.
On his way over, he heard Chris announce the results. "Aww," he muttered. His team hadn't won...if only his jump had been a little better. He was about to sulk, when he noticed the Audio he was headed towards was actually crying.
Poor guy. He was taking the whole 'poor jump' thing rather hard, Ripley reasoned. But, it was a game, and he shouldn't feel so bad about losing. "Hey," he began as he neared the soaking wet fellow, "you okay? I know your jump wasn't the greatest...but it was better than mine!" He laughed, in an attempt to make the guy feel better. "At least you did jump, I think there are a few that didn't even do that," he nodded.
*However, Ripley didn't want to stay around too long...so he headed off towards the cabin.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 7:07 pm
Her feet splashed near where the rock had broken the surface, and she gasped sharply at the coldness, squeezing her eyes shut before being swallowed by the water. Abigail kicked out hard, sweeping her arms out and hoping to come up before long.
She felt clear air on her face and she sucked in a desperate breath, wiping water and some of her bicolored hair out of her eyes and glancing around to see where she had fallen. The buoys were quite a way off, and shore was about as far away in the opposite direction. Abigail felt the waves splash in her face and started to panic, breathing shallowly as she remembered the sharks in the water. After a moment of kicking her feet frantically to keep from sinking, she snapped back to her senses and tried to calm her breathing, doggy-paddling as fast as she could toward the shore. Her already sore legs complained, but she blinked back tears and forced herself to take deep, even breaths as her arms swept through the water, keeping in mind that panicking would only make drowning much easier. Just keep going, keep your face up... she chanted to herself as she slowly drew closer to land.
A colorful little lump floated near her and she turned to glance at it. Was that... a stuffed animal? Abigail paddled closer. There was something really cute and... vaguely familiar about it. Well, whatever. No sense it letting it go to waste. Not having a hand to spare with all the not drowning in process, she grabbed the plush toy in her teeth, pointing her nose toward shore, and kept swimming 'til she reached it.
Abbie pulled herself up on the sand and collapsed, letting the lump of fabric fall from her mouth as she panted for breath, trembling all over from the adrenaline rush and the slowly departing fear.
"Go... Seagulls..." she cheered faintly.
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