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 Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 3:08 pm
 Padding slowly into the Confession Cam room, it was clear that Tiffany was upset; her cheeks were streaked with black makeup and her eyes were red and puffy, as if from crying. Sniffing, she sat down on the closed toilet seat and looked up at the camera. "Noel and Emilie..." She sniffed, wiping at paw at her left eyes. "I think they're... together!" She cried out, clearly distraught over the fact.
"I... I suppose it's confession time, huh?" She tried to smile at the camera, but ended up grimacing. "I... was truthfull a really nice girl before I came on the show. I wasn't all boy-obsessed and I had an amazing life, with amazing girlfriends and the most amazing boyfriend. Yes, Brandon. I'm talking about you." She took a moment to glare at the camera, took a deep breath, and continued on. "I was... happy. I signed up for the show for an adventure, and when I told Brandon I got accepted I thought he'd be... happy for me." She shook her head, indicating that that wasn't true. "He totally freaked. Said something about me wanting to cheat on him and broke up with me..." She winced, as if reliving the moment. "I trusted him with my life. And he... didn't trust me to be faithful with him..." She started to shake, as if struggling to suppress tears.
"The whole thing turned my life upsidedown, and I just... decided it'd be best to trust no one from then on." She bit her lip; she wasn't very happy about her choice to become a b***h, but she knew she had to live with it until she could build herself back up. "But, then... Noel..." She sighed. "He seems like Brandon reincarnated... The style, the adorable-factor, the gorgeous smile... That's why I instantly fell for him. He's truly my type of guy - not just one I could hook up with. But then, that Emilie..." Tears welled up in her eyes and she shook her head quickly, jumping up and running out without finishing. Apparently, it was a touchy subject for her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 9:13 pm
(( continued from Lucifer x Annabel rp ))
Grinning, Lucifer strolled to the outhouse. Maybe he was calmer than he should have been, or at least calm enough that no one would have guessed what was about to happen, that Annabel was only a few steps behind him carrying a hive of bees, the buzzing growing louder with each step. Ah, they were getting angry now.
A paw reached out, swinging the door open, eyes glistening as he peered inside, gaze shifting from the camera to the 'seat' of the 'toilet'.
"Drop it in there."
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 9:16 pm
 "Gladly." She purred, stepping into the god-awful smelling hello, and plunking the beehive into the toilet. As the masses of the creatures began to swarm, Annabel took a moment to turn to the camera, giving it her best winning smile.
"Yeah, this? This is the only time you'll ever see me in here, as long as I have my dignity. Don't expect me to come crawling to some TV audience sniveling about my problems; I've got a journal and friends for that. Oh, and... give the next camper in here my sympathies!" And with a wicked laugh, she stepped out, slamming the outhouse door behind her.
"Lucifer? Sorry to be an a** about it, but it fits, I've gotta say." Sticking her paw out to him for a pawshake, she was still grinning from ear to ear.
"I may be exhausted as all hell from today, but I'll give you this- you make up some pretty sick ideas, and at the least, a damn good partner. Here's hoping we don't cross paths, hm?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 9:24 pm
A cackle of his own, Lucifer shot a middle finger at the camera as he tossed a stone into the 'toilet' just to piss of the bees and be sure they angry for whoever set foot in the confessional next.
Then he ducked back outside, joining Annabel in slamming the door behind them, closing the angry bees inside.
"Too bad for whoever steps in there next."
Ke ke ke ke ke.
He took the offered paw.
"Pleasure conspiring with you, let's get out of here before we're seen."
They'd certainly have to team up again sometime, oh the destruction they could cause. Between himself, Annabel, and Rosa, no one was safe.
(( whoever walks in here next, have fun with the bees. twisted ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 9:51 am
 Simon was still a bit shaken up from his unfortunate encounter with Chris by the time he made it back to the campgrounds; however, all of that running did well to wind down his static nerves and now he was more upset than anything else. He knew that he would never be able to get to sleep if his angry thoughts remained whirling around his brain. He had to let some of them out, but how could he do so without risking his team losing focus?
Thankfully, there was a risk-free, surefire way for Simon to vent his troubles right there on the campgrounds... The confessional cam!
He took a deep, shaky breath before opening the door and plunking on down, this time determined to whine away at the camera nonstop until he either felt better or became too tired to care. As focused on his task as he was, he didn't take notice of the irritable buzzing that had already started up.
"M-McLean is such a jerk!" he started. "Going out of his way just to single out campers he can bully, that man must have some serious self-esteem prob..."
The camper ranted on for a few seconds but became less and less audible as the buzzing grew louder and louder, all but drowning out what would have been surprisingly colorful language coming out of the normally timid camper. Finally, Simon realized that something was amiss.
"Uh-oh..."
zing!
"YEEEAAAAAUUUGH!!"
________CRASH
____"AAAARGH!"
_______________CRACK
"SOMEONE HELP ME, PLEASE SOMEONE HE--"
Simon's voice then cut off, the raging drone of the bees following close behind.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:11 am
 The small, blonde intern eyed the outhouse for a moment, listening to the angry buzzing of the bees. If it weren't for the almostmaybekindaifwefeellikeit promise of a halfway decent sammich, 13 would never have stepped foot from her little Hidey Hole of Paperwork. She still didn't know HOW exactly the one camper unfortunate enough to encounter a hive of angry bees failed to hear the buzzing. But hey. She was only an intern. It wasn't her place to question Mr. McLean or his camp.
Sighing, she went over her tiny checklist of equipment that Mr. McLean had given her before ordering her off to fight the bees. Goggles to protect her eyes from stingers (nice thought even if they were REALLY hard to see out of)? Check. Tiny aquarium net to try and catch bees? Check. Racketball paddle for god only knew what? Check. Well. It was time to stop stalling and do her job.
Gripping the paddle and net, she carefully nudged the door open and peeked inside. Bees covered the walls, the err... seat and worst of all, they covered the camera lense. Edging inside, she made sure to leave the door open so the bees could get out. And if she could clear the lense off... this might be her one and only shot at using the Confessional Cam. Of course, she'd be left on the cutting room floor. Unless... she could make the eradication suitably entertaining. As visions of her 15 minutes of Fame dazzled her, common sense took over. What good would it do her to drama whore it up? Would it get her a sammich? No, no it would not.
Ignoring the stings of the angry little critters, she crept closer to the toilet and examined the situation. The hive itself was too firmly lodged in the bowl. And frankly... she didn't think the camp's insurance policy extended to toxic waste and any mutations it might cause. She couldn't even smoke the bees out. With her luck the outhouse would go up in a big fiery ball of death. And she KNEW that Mr. McLean would not be happy to be out a COnfessional Cam.
"Yowch!," she yipped as a particularly large bees stung her ear. "Gerroff, you little b***h! That didn't even hurt in the fun way!" Seeing another bee dive in, she reacted instinctively and swung out with the paw holding the racketball paddle. The bee made a lovely tiny thud and it's wee body fell to the ground. Grinning for the first time in a long time, 13 ditched the aquarium net and swung the paddle carelessly from her paw.
"Right. Who's next? C'mon, you stripey bastards, I'll fight you for control of the Cam!"
Bee after bee fell to the thwacky doom of her paddle. While a few made it outside and buzzed off into the forest, the majority clearly wanted a fight. During a lull, she glance to the camera and saw a much bigger than average bee and realized that she had a much easier way of ridding the Cam of its bee infestation. If she got rid of the Queen, the rest would love their fight and wander off.
Quickly scooping up the discarded net, she swung it at the Queen, managing to somehow sweep the regal buggie away from the Cam lense and catch it against the wall. Ignoring the now frantic stings of her adversaries, she brought the paddle up and around to give the Queen a squishy, painful death. As expected, once the scent of Dead Bee Queen reached the masses, they went crazy trying to escape the same fate. Now, as long as she swept out the other bee carcasses and cleaned up a bit inside the outhouse, the bees wouldn't return. And since it looked as if the bees had been trying to create a new hive on the camera, she didn't think anyone would notice or care if she scraped off the beginnings of the honeycomb to eat off by herself. But first, she'd have to destroy the hive. Which was accomplished easily enough by hitting it with a stick until it fell apart in the toilet.
Laughing somewhat manically as she made the outhouse fit for confession times again, she shouted out, "I'm the Queen of the Bees, bitches!"
And then she scraped what little honey was on the lense off and escaped to go eat the gooey treat before anyone could wonder where she was.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 11:36 am
 Chris knew the cam was safe now, afterall it had been his idea for the intern to go in and clean it out earlier. As hilarious as the video of Simon had been (he'd made a copy of that tape for his own personal collection) it just wouldn't do to have the Confessional full of bees for any length of time.
So yeah, it was cleaned out.
.....So why was he hesitating so bad to go inside?
The host stood outside, staring hard at the door with a furrowed brow. Hrmph..cmon McLean. You can do this! The audience just ate up the Confessional Cam videos and it never hurt to put himself in there once in a while.
...But this was just different.
Camper drama was one thing. Staff drama was another thing. Staff drama all wrapped up in a nice confusing package with camper drama? A whooooole new ballpark. This was foreign, confusing, and Chris was pretty sure he didn't like it. That sick, tightening feeling in his gut was back and the host briefly considered just turning tail and leaving. He had other things he could be doing.
....No McLean, can't chicken out. What are you?! A camper?!
Chris glanced around, making sure there wasn't anyone around. Hrm...seems the campers were busy elsewhere. This was a good thing. Very good.
It was a moment later that a very conflicted Chris entered the viewing area of the Confessional Cam camera. Despite the confident airs he was -trying- to put on for the camera...his tail was all but between his legs.
"I..."
Silence. He lowered his gaze, eying the seat and trying to decide whether or not he actually wanted to sit on that. He usually didn't but...
Thump
Chris flopped on the seat, lowering his head to hold it in his paws. If this place offered any real sense of security he might have just curled up until he could sort through all of this and get his head back in the game.
...But it didn't. And after a brief few moments of this Chris seemed to remember this was on film and looking like he was weak was never a good idea.
"Nevermind dudes."
He picked himself up and quickly slinked off. Time to find someone to harass.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 12:56 pm
 Scott slipped into the confessional cam, glancing around outside to be sure he'd made it in unnoticed. He walked to the toilet seat and peered at the hole the camera looked through. The little intern waved to it, smiling a bit. "H-hi!" He carefully sat down on the provided seat and stared at it, kicking his feet a little happily.
His nose twitched suddenly, detecting a familiar scent. Was that..? Hopping back off the seat, he sniffed around a bit. The foul scent of the toilet wasn't enough to disguise the fresh scent of Ode d'host. Had Chris been in here? If so, didn't that mean the host had a problem? At least that's what he'd heard the cam was used for -- venting problems. Whimpering slightly, Scott scurried off in search of the host, whatever he'd planned to say, if anything, forgotten.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 6:55 pm
 Opening the stall door and sitting down much more casually this time, Nigel smiled at the camera and took off his sunglasses, “So the seagulls won the first challenge! Which is fan-tas-tic! Even if I was nearly eaten by those sharks” his eyes travelled away from the lens for a moment and he shuddered a little at the memory, “I feel a bit sorry for the other teams and how they had to boot one of their new mates off the island… it’s a shame you know?” he shook his head and there was a slight but sincere look of sadness on his face for the other teams.
After a few moments of silence his smile returned, “My team is pretty ace. I think I’ve met everyone now, though it’s hard to be sure with new people popping up left and right. I honestly thought I’d have found at least one person bothersome by now but I can safely say that everyone is just brilliant in my books so far. I even think a couple of the girls might actually…fancy me …I mean, I can’t be sure, but they did hug me after the challenge… and after the incident in the cabin this morning with Luna…” he shrugged, “Might just be the accent. A lot of girls fall for the British accent…mind you, if they DID fancy me I wouldn’t mind in the slightest! It certainly beats the pants off the snooty girls I get paired up with back home” once again he shuddered at the thought, “For some reason my parents believe I should be with a real lady. You know the kind I mean. The ones who always wear dresses covered in lace and sip tea with their pinkies stickin’ up?” he mimicked the motion of sipping tea in such a fashion, before rubbing his face with both paws, “Sorry, didn’t mean to go all complainin’ on you there…and there’s nothing wrong with girls like that, it’s just, they don’t tend to like you for you…at least that’s what I’ve found anyway”
Nigel sat there in silence again for a minute or so, while he tried to think of a different topic to talk about, “Well, it seems everyone is off having relationships and such from what I’ve been hearin’, soo I guess I might as well try to get in on the action a bit…that Luna girl on my team is pretty alright… might try to get to know her a little betta” he grinned cheekily at the camera as he said the last part, adding a quick wink before sticking his sunglasses back on.
Once he was sure he’d run out of things to talk about, Nigel tipped his hat to the camera, then stood leisurely and headed out of the stall and back to his cabin.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 1:22 pm
Lizzy entered the bathroom stall and sat down in front of the camera. She had her jacket hood up over her head so only her eyes were peering out.
"So... I have a problem..." she started off rather simply. "I get major anxiety in big groups..." A pause, "...okay, I just get anxiety."
Another long awkward pause occurred before she once again resumed talking.
"I'm just really used to how things go down at school, so I tend to find myself mostly at ease with... well... other nerds. I'm pretty certain that there's a saying about how nerds win in the long run because they plan ahead. Or something like that."
One more long pause, and then Lizzy offered a bit of confession: "...either way, I think nerds bring out my true character..." Pause. "...IlikeSimon..."
Lizzy somewhat stared at the camera blankly for a moment before shutting up altogether, realizing what she said. She just admitted to liking someone not on her team. Poo! With that, she stalked out of the confessional in an awkward manner.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 9:08 pm
Ratchet's walk led her to the confessional booth. Hum. She hadn't thought she'd need to use this place, but she might as well use it while she was here. Plopping down, she waved at the camera. "So. Hey. I kinda just couldn't sleep, and I thought I'd just come down here and start yakkin' away. I mean, sure, maybe I've not got the most interesting or dramatic story here. I just like to build things. And I thought I was coming here to build things. But then... well, I didn't get to build things. So I'm makin' do. My cabin's great, especially Annabel and Helena Rose and Jay and Serena. It's almost like a surrogate family- that's how I tend to feel about people. I come from a real big family, and this is the first time I've ever beenso far away from my sisters and brothers, so being with all these people isn't so bad! And I'm fixin' up our cabin. I've built a changing room and a drying rack already and I've got other things planned. We have a good amount of free time, so I'm able to put together these projects. I think I'll leave them here when I'm done for future generations of Gnashing Beavers- that being my team. I'm sure you all know that already, though. When I get back, I'm gonna have to look up the ratings for this show..." A light clicked on in her head. Show... ratings... people watching... Mom! Dad! The rest of the family! "Oh, and if any of the Nasmyths and our extended family are watching this, hey, guys! I know with Devin's TV addiction, you probably all already know that I'm not at the camp you thought I was going to, and I'm sorry Mom and Dad and Gramma because I know how worried you get about us. But I'm fine! And everybody else here is fine, too... I think." Ratchet paused, reflecting. "I just don't get everybody's... crushes? That's the word, I think. I mean, yeah, some of the guys are pretty cute, but I can't see myself falling head over heels like everybody else has. There's one guy in my cabin, Noel, who's got this little fanclub going on... one girl bought oatmeal into our cabin for him, and Jay- she's one of my good friends, Jay- stepped in it. And it got tracked all over the cabin; it wasn't her fault, because somebody put oatmeal by her bed. Anybody of us coulda stepped in it, and it's just irritating. His other li'l galpal, though, she's nicer. I like her better. Em's sweet. I'd kinda like to get to know her better, mostly because she's friends with a friend of mine, and she shares my name. I guess I didn't come to camp expecting to find a crush for the few weeks I'm here. And I don't think I'll find one. And, y'know, I'm pretty sure I don't want one." Ratchet shrugged, grinning at the camera. "What can I say? I like tools that are strong, shiny, and easily manipulated... without bein' jerks about it." Saluting the camera with the ratchet she carried in her belt, Ratchet marched out of the confessional, happy she figured out a way to maybe communicate with her family.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 10:01 pm
Snarling and spitting, Axl stormed into the Confessional Cam, slamming the door shut. It was a good thing this was a regular video camera and not a smell-o-cam, cause he ******** reeked! Oh man... The poor person who used the cam after him...
Unless they were from his team.
Cause they smelled just as bad as he did.
Cursing up a storm, he raged in front of the camera. Most of what he said wasn't intelligible, but occasionally there was the odd clear word such as: ********, skunk, stink, kill, sonofabitch, and the like. Most of what you could understand was curse words... The kid wasn't happy, kay?
When he finally slowed his rant to a stop, Axl just stared at the place the arrow marked the camera, for a good long moment. He stared, expression flat and went "... God, I stink," then got to his feet, and left the outhouse.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 5:15 am
Grumbling to himself as he opened the stall door, Nigel stormed in and slammed the door behind him, “Hey” he said abruptly to the camera as he sat down and took his sunglasses off, “Remember how I said everyone in my team is just brilliant? Weeelll somebody put a skunk in our cabin! Now, I’m not sayin’ by any means that it was definitely one of the seagulls, because well, it could have been just about ruddy anyone! …Well, I suppose since everyone in the cabin got sprayed, I guess I can safely say it wasn’t one of my teammates… but who-?” he trailed off and rubbed his eyes with his paws, as if trying to calm himself down, “Who, would throw an innocent creature into an environment it wasn’t used to and terrorise it like that!? I mean, there are just so many things wrong with the person who did this! I couldn’t find the skunk anywhere so I guess it found it’s way back outside, but seriously! If I ever find out who did this they are gonna be in sooo much trouble, they're not gonna know what hit them!” he put his sunglasses on and pointed at the camera, “Oh, and if I find out it was that Chris guy then he has seriously gone too far this time!” without another word Nigel stormed out of the stall and back to the cabin to investigate further, and have a soothing cup of tea.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 9:29 am
Noel pretty much stumbled into the the confessional cam and would have landed face first into the seat if it wasn't for his hands shooting out fast to break his fall. Man.. that was a close one. The brit mod quickly collected him self and settled in front of the camera. Camera?... Did this place usually smell so bad?
"Right.." The brit mod smiled into the camera and looked almost fluid natural like he'd practiced for days or something . Truthfully... nothing much was going on up stairs in that head of his.
"Kay so where to begin? I mean, its not like I've got this epic tale that would interest anyone out there. Suppose I could play a lil' el' keytar for you mates out there?" He pulled his keytar out from his back from under his jacket but it almost appeared to the camera like it was just suddenly there.
AND THEN for the next hour or so Noel preformed a number of human league songs with just his keytar and his butter smooth voice. When he was finished he looked up into the camera and smiled like he had this all planned, even though it so was just spontaneous and something he felt like doing at the time.
".. Oh right? Should I be talking about something else?" Noel looked thoughtful for a moment then shrugged, "Nope I think that covers all the songs stuck in my head. Later guys, next time I'm going Bowie." With that Noel slinked out of the confessional cameras with a charming smile sprawled across his face. It felt good to get all those human league songs off his chest.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 3:33 pm
Lizzy was here once again. However, she didn't look as neutral as normal. She figured it wouldn't be half a bad idea to stop by the confessional on the way to the showers.
"Solastnightsomejackassdecidedtobombourcabinwithskunks,thoseassholes!"
Yes, she could cuss like the rest of the teenagers.
"Itisn'tlikewedidanythingwrong.LastIchecked,thefirstchallengewasentirelyluckbased.AlmostwishI'dbeenonthelosingteamthisweekandbeenvotedoff."
Almost.
"AtleastIwouldn'tstinklikeIdonow."
A pause and a deep breath. Wow, the confessional stall was almost a breath of fresh air compared to her own skunky smell.
"Atleastsomeoneontheotherteamwaswillingtohelpout.Idon'tcareifwearecompeting,itdoesn'tmeanwehavetoloseallcommondecency."
Pause.
"Ifail."
Heaving a sigh, Lizzy then exited the confessional, feeling a strange combination of relief and depression. She'd probably work herself up in silence.
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