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 Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:34 pm
Emilie Nasmyth, Ratchet to all, awoke to the confused shouts and snarls of adolescent voices. She was not at all comfortable; there was splintery wood under her stomach, and she could hear water lapping at a shoreline. I'm on a dock. Great. Ratchet was quite prone to seasickness, but didn't want to leave the dock. It was dark and she though it would be a bad decision to go into the woods. Who knew what could be out there? If she ran into a bear, she wouldn't want to have to damage her good hammer by flinging it at the monster. Instead, the little female shook her head and assessed the situation. It was cold. It was dark. It was starry, and she couldn't hear any cars; civilization must be quite a ways away. Normal people camp didn't start like this, but her camp bag was here. This was not normal people camp. She looked around at the others on this pokey dock; she didn't recognize a soul. Fortunately, whoever dumped them on this dock hadn't separated her from her bag. Grinning, the female dug around for her favorite monkey wrench and turned it over and over in her paws. Everything would turn out alright. She'd wait with the rest of them until sunup, and then they'd figure out what was going on. Turning to a girl who was curled up on her bag, a gothic Lolita who wasn't saying a word, Ratched pushed her hair back from her eyes and smiled as nicely as she could. "Having fun yet?" she said to the girl as she played with her wrench.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:47 pm
Rosalina started slightly as someone talked to her (well, she had expected that really; there were people who wouldn't just leave the shy ones alone) and turned to see who it was, letting a tentative smile curl up on her lips. "O-oh. Um...n-not really." She murmured a reply, fiddling with the straps of her bag nervously. "My head still kinda hurts."
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 11:05 pm
'What the hell?' Rubbing her head, Tiffany Moore slowly blinked open two deep, blue eyes. Groggily, she sat up and smoothed out the pleats of her dark red-brown skirt. She saw others, forest, cabins, and water. It seemed as if she was on... a dock? That didn't seem right, though, did it? Shifting, Tiffany tried to make herself the least-bit comfortable on the wooden boards, but soon felt a quick, sharp pain in her rear end. Growling irritably, she turned to look at her butt. Oddly enough, there was a little dart sticking out of it. Quickly she plucked it out and tossed it behind her, hoping it landed in the water.
Yawning, Tiffany started to stretch out her limbs. Oddly enough, each of her four appendages felt mildly numb. 'Hm,' Tiffany placed a finger on her lips and mulled over the predicament whilst looking over the others. All seemed extremely tired, many confused, some still knocked out. 'What happened here?' Tiffany wondered idly, grabbing her duffel bag and positioning it so she could use it as a pillow. Lying her head back down, she stared up at the sky, having no idea of the hell-ish weeks to come.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 11:23 pm
Well, everyone seemed to be settling into conversations so far. She should do the same, come to think of it. You could solo quests all you wanted, but sooner or later you'd run into something that you'd need your guild's help on--and if not your guild, then random passerby would suffice quite well.
Glancing around, she decided against the growly-looking tattooed girl quickly. Those anger issues looked to be just a tad beyond what she was used to dealing with. The patchy girl looked preoccupied, and the shy girl looked like she had enough to handle with the do-it-yourselfer. That left a rather mellow-looking pair of boys.
"Hey," she greeted, giving Methi and Billy a smile. "You two doing alright?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 2:59 am
Jennifer Beau Soliel.
Jennifer Beau Soliel.
Okay, she remembered her name. Of course she remembered. Though how the dart got in her bum she did NOT know...and she didn't want to ask.
Lifting her head up and spitting out the awful-tasting earth, she looked around...and instantly felt a bit dazed. Camp? This? How many were there?! "Holy crap wha..." As soon as she spoke...she felt like puking. Thankfully she held it back...puking was NOT a good first impression.
However...something clicked in her overdriven little mind. This was...like a new world! Therefore, she could be a new person, right? Yes! YES! She could make a new identity (not that her current wasn't awesome enough), and get a new name.
And she knew juuuuust the name...
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 7:11 am
Slowly her eyes fluttered open as her ears twitched. "Where the hell am I?" Kylee slowly lifted her head and slowly looked around. When she realized she wasn't where she last remembered being and there was a dart in her a** she jumped up. "Who the hell put a dart in my a**?!" She yell as she pulled it out. "Whoever did that is so gonna suffer my wrath when I knock them around with my Faint Attack!" Her eyes darted all over the place looking for someone to attack
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 7:21 am
Billy almost looked at the camper stranglely though he kept himself from doing it. How could he not know what D & D was? "Um, it's Dungeons and Dragons and it's a role-playing game where you make characters and have them go on quests and stuff." Billy nodded when he heard the other camper's name. "I'm Billy." He responded, adjusting his glasses a little. He really needed to have those fixed.
Suddenly he heard a shout and looked around. He saw a girl camper still with a dart in her who had yelled about a faint attack or something. Wasn't that a move from pokemon? He only knew of this because one time he and his "party" had decided to make an all-pokemon D & D campaign. To say in the least, it was weird. He saw that the other camper looked like she was about to attack someone and almost panicked. He didn't want to be hurt within the first 10 minutes of camp! That would be bad luck!
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 7:40 am
Nigel’s eyes slowly opened, and he looked around himself groggily. At first his brain didn’t really register anything, and he was just about to roll over and go back to sleep again when he realised he was not alone.
Sitting up rapidly, Nigel rubbed his head, then looked back to see what was causing him such pain in his rear. Oh it was a dart? Fantastic…Wait? A dart?! WTH?! Quickly Nigel pulled the dart from his butt and threw it into the waters nearby. Where the heck was he anyway? And who were all these people?
He still hadn’t quite reached the talking stage as he pulled himself to his feet and checked through his bag to make sure all his stuff was there. Yep, everything was there. So obviously whoever had brought him here wasn’t interested in taking his stuff. Well, that was always a plus at least.
Feeling extremely confused, Nigel plonked himself back down onto his bag, adjusted his hat and looked around at the strangers around him. It took him awhile before he finally remembered how to work his mouth, “Excuse me, but does anyone know what's goin on ‘ere exactly?!”
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 7:54 am
The night came and went, the campers making possible friends (or enemies) and generally trying to figure out just -what- was going on. Wasn't summer camp supposed to be fun? Or....well at least -planned-? What the heck kind of summer camp just stole you in the middle of the night via tranq guns and dumped you on a dock with no explanation whatsoever?!
Why, this one of course!
But where was the staff? A summer camp had staff, right? *HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK*
GOOOOOOD MORNING CAMPERS!!!!!!
It was really their only warning to the -doom- that was approaching. Clicking off his trusty megaphone, Chris gave it a pat.
"I love this thing~"
Megaphone in paw, the host strolled over to the campers. One thing they'd be quick to notice is that he was smiling...he was almost always smiling. At first it might have been a warm, welcoming smile. But no, they'd see just how creepy that smile would get in time.
"Trust you all slept well dudes, last I saw you were all sleeping like a bunch of rocks. Boring rocks."
Chris looked over the group, absently spinning the megaphone around on one paw-toe. Huh...pretty big and diverse group already. And from that annoying phonecall he had received bright and early that morning from his 'oh so esteemed' co-producers, well...who knew what was on the way?
"Alright so listen up! It seeeems that on initial roundup we ah...forgot some?"
He gave an innocent sort of whistle. He hadn't forgotten, he just didn't know this many were going to be dumped on him at once. But hey! After they managed to cram them all in the camp's living quarters it would simply mean more people for him to pester all summer! Yeah, this was going to be awesome.
"Soooo, we can't really get this whole thing started until they get here. It'd be rude, ya know dudes? But you all miiiiight want to leave the dock in case any more campers fly---"
He stopped, staring as the boat suddenly appeared and tossed a camper onto the dock before zooming off again.
"...Yeah, in case that happens."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 8:06 am
Rosalina gave an eep of protest, her paws pulling her headphones closer to her ears to shut out the noise. This camp was crazy. Insane.
...The excitement she needed in her life.
The teen peered at the loud intruder (the leader of this camp, probably), simply listening to him speak. So, these weren't the only campers? She thought, her brown eyes scanning the others with a slight frown. That indeed, was a lot of people....Oh well, the more, the merrier.
Well, she certainly wasn't staying here to watch boats fling more campers from where they had been taken from. She picked up her bag, smiled gently at the girl with the wrench and started to head into the camp.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 8:11 am
Someone had been lying awake all night, though if you looked at her it looked like she was sound asleep. Her paws were covering her nose and eyes, and she didn't make a peep until Chris made the announcement with his megaphone.
Then she just whimpered.
Cotton, in actually, probably had been one of the first to wake up. However, when she saw what a strange place she was in, she just closed her eyes and tried to wish it away. When it didn't go away, she just hid there and hoped that no one would notice her.
Even as a camper was tossed on her back.
"EEP!!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 8:15 am
Billy looked over at a camper who had just woken up. He noticed the accent in the camper's voice. "It seems that we are at the camp now and that we were all kidnapped or something. I'm Billy by the way." He said, nodding his head at the other camper.
In the morning Billy heard the horribly loud noise from the megaphone. Billy ducked as another camper was thrown not too gently onto the dock. He listened to the guy with the megaphone. he seemed to be in the instructor but he had that smile... For some reason it reminded him of the Joker from the Dark Knight. He shivered a little and grabbed his bag. He thought about going to the camp but he was a bit nervous. He didn't want to go without someone! It seemed scary! He just wanted to go back to his basement and do some more D & D. Was that so hard?
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 8:27 am
Noel didn't jump when the horn went off. No, he just laid there frowning and pouting. His hair was slightly messed up from the trip and some one laying on his head last night. SLIGHTLY, as in, if you looked at it you wouldn't be able to tell. One hair was out of place and he could feel it. The horror.
After a moment of pouting the british mod got him self up. Even as he moved it was as if all eyes were on him. Dramatic and fashionable in a straight sort of way. If thats possible, Noel made it possible. A pouty lip was still clearly planted on his maw but it was tasteful and didn't take away from his devilish good looks.
He had gone through his belongs the night before and everything was there, thank god, but he didn't appricate being dumped like some commoner on a dock. Didn't who ever was honking know who he was?
At least the host had great hair..
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 8:48 am
Ratchet winced as the shiny-haired man yelled into a megaphone. So loud. And it squealed; there was obviously a problem with the amplifier. Perhaps a few wires crossed where they shouldn't; whatever it was, she was sure that she could crack it open and repair it. Perhaps permanently. By tossing it in the water. A girl smiled at her and she gave a little wave before putting her wrench back in her bag and following the others into the camp. There certainly were a lot of them. She hoped very much that the camp's cabins were large- if not, somebody would probably end up sleeping on the roof. Maybe she could nail some branches together for the poor sap who got stuck up there. At least make them some rails; she assumed that the camp might provide them a mattress.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 8:59 am
Lorna, other wise known as Kraft, had been out to it all the time she had been Audionapped, this teen SO needed her beauty sleep, so, staying asleep was her top priority regardless how much she twisted and turned but what she didnt need was that damn megaphone waking her up! "Excuse me!? I am TRYING to get some sleep here, I dont care if there are a billion and one bugs, I am here which is bad enough and so im going to sleep so unless you want me to ram that megaphone down your throat, GO AWAY!" Kraft turned around and, ignoring Chris. Alright, so, she was cranky when she didnt get enough sleep and right now, she just wanted to go back to it, last night made her toss and turn so much she NEEDED more sleep and did they not OWE her that much? If she was going to be landed on some dock in the middle of nowhere then she at least thought they deserved to give her THAT much.
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