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| YES! DUH DUDE! |
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| Yes. Again..DUH. |
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 Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 7:48 pm
Chris searched his bathroom, looking for anything that could be of use. He didn't have an overabundance (this was, afterall, what he had makeup people for) but hopefully he had enough for Annabel to make use of.
It didn't take him long to gather the stuff...but he didn't leave the bathroom either. Staring hard at the small gathering of things, Chris struggled to make sense of what he was thinking. Just...what? Why would he ever want a camper as a friend? Sure, he had a -few- from before but man that was different! They were guys. It had been fun to hang out and do -guy things-.
...This was a GIRL. A girl. Chris McLean needed NO ONE like this. No one at all.
And yet..............
It's nothing McLean, just stress from the higherups. You don't -need- anyone, unless it's to torture...
The words were muttered under his breath, and despite the reassurance Chris still stayed in the bathroom.Chris' To Do List ~See Chef ~Get cookies from Chef ~Use hot tub ~Look good in mirror~Check hair ~Look awesome~Befriend Annabel to screw with team dynamics, ha ha!The last line was written much smaller than the rest.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 8:11 pm
 The list was childish and simplistic, much like she'd expected it to be. Somehow, the simplistic things to do calmed her nerves- knowing that it was simply surface level intelligence was soothing. As she read on, Annabel could feel her muscles softening and nerves stilling. No need to freak, really! He wasn't looking of anything at al-
...Well, hello. Her eyebrows had flown well past their earlier position of furrowed, as she stared at the last line in disbelief. ******** with team dynamics. ..Holy hell, he was in this to use her.
And the shock was back. Unable to tear herself away from the paper, Annabel blinked a few times, just to double-check that she was reading this correctly. And her heart, damnit all to hell, was racing again.
Alright. This was not cause for panic. Somehow, she had to be able to make this work for her. She was not going to let shaky nerves and weak knees get the best of her, god know. ********. There had to be a way to use this, but how...?
...oh. Oh, that would work marvelously. A grin splitting her features, Annabel worked to steady her breathing once more. Holy hell, that could- no, that WOULD- work. Finally getting her nerves up once more, Annabel turned to walk to the entryway of the bedroom, and leaned against the doorframe. Clearing her throat, she began reading aloud, in a strong, clear voice.
"See Chef. Get Cookies from chef. Use Hot tub. Look good in mirror. Check hair. Look awesome. And, oh my! What's this! Confirm if I'm reading correctly here, Chris," she called, tail swishing up in triumph,
"But I DO believe this last one says 'Befriend Annabel to screw with team dynamics!'" Switching into a fake accent, she was practically losing it with laughter. Holy hell, she might have this thing won.
"Why I DO declare, Mister McLean! If you wanted me to help ******** with people's lives," she called, putting a hand on her hip,
"...All you had to do was clue me in on it."
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 8:54 pm
Chris -had- been deep in thought, but a certain list being read off at him cause the host to jump. Mentally cursing himself for getting caught up in his thoughts he quietly turned, eyeing her with a raised brow.
...Hrm. How..how to turn this back around on her? She was reading his list, going through his stuff----wait.
..Wait WHAT.
The host opened his mouth...and then actually shut it. This repeated a few times, Chris struggling to get back to his usual calm demeanor and figure this the hell out.
"...Oh really?"
Right, back in the game McLean! This wasn't getting to you, no no no not at all! The tight feeing in your gut and the actual sense of nervousness were just from a hard day at work. Yep, nothing wrong here!
"Because I have to wonder if you're up to the task. You might be a little -soft- dude..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 9:16 pm
Well, that'd been a good reaction. Managing to keep a cocky smirk that a certain host oh-so-frequently used, Annabel drummed her fingers on her hip, simply regarding him for a moment. The gaping face? It was a nice change of pace from his usual arrogant rat b*****d look, and she could really get used to seeing it. Allowing a soft laugh, she shook her head slightly.
"Really, Rat b*****d? I've pulled you off of a goddamn cliff, hunted you down twice, and you're still questioning me?" Tsking slightly, as if he were a child making mistakes, Annabel dropped her arm to her side once more.
"I find your lack of faith disturbing." And god, if she wasn't enjoying the sudden shift in power, someone was obviously watching the wrong Audio. It was going to change again soon- with Chris involved, that much was obvious. But for now, while she wasn't scared shitless, she was at least going to try calling some of the shots.
"But honestly, can you think about this for, I dunno. Maybe a few seconds, instead of thinking about yourself?" She straightened, then. Pointing at Chris, she resumed her monologuing.
"You want to use me to ******** with people." The point then turned to to herself,
"I, personally, am willing to be used, if you want to think of it that way. Because I know if I do what you want? You'll at least make somewhat of an effort to keep me in the game. And honestly? I think is the only chance you'll give me to get to know you- at all."
Raising her nails to look at them in fake interest, she was silent for a moment- then finally raised her gaze to meet Chris's once more.
"I don't see why we can't both profit from this b***h, hm?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 10:04 pm
"You never hunted me down..."
Chris interjected that one random thought, struggling (and failing) to cut off Annabel's monologue completely. It was true though! The first time by the wave machine had been -random- chance.
And....the second time? .... He wouldn't go there. No, he wanted to -surf-. He didn't want to be found by her. That was insanity! It wasn't his way, no dude, just NO. ARGHAR@(@T@$@
Chris' ear twitched. It was the only outer sign of the inner -panic- he was going through. At least he had managed to wipe that stupid look off his face.
The boldness was getting to him. Slowly but surely it was grating on his nerves. Damnit, this was -his- island...HIS RV. He wasn't going to be bossed around in his RV! Fur bristling he just barely managed to keep a snarl from escaping.
Because....in the end? She was right. And yet somehow he had to twist this back into his favor....but maybe for now....
"....I see your point dude."
He nodded, conceding the fact.
"Fine, if you're so willing...then do it. On camera we can fight all you want dude, but off cameras we plan. You Beavers -are- winning this."
He had a bet afterall.
"Deal dude?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 10:25 pm
It wasn't as if it'd been some guns blaring, banners waving victory- but it was a victory none-the-less. Her arrogant smile fading to a more genuine one- Mother ******** Theresa, it was a good thing she didn't have to bluff any more- Annabel nodded softly in response.
"That's all I wanted, anyway. It at least gives me the chance to meet the off-camera you." And really, that had been the goal- now she just had the situation set up perfectly. Honestly, she wasn't the blackmailing sort. The list had just... worked too well. And it wasn't like she was asking to take charge, anyway- just to get to know the Host when he was being real. Shifting off the wall to stand at a more regular level, Annabel began folding the to-do list.
"And seriously? I know this is going to blow up in my face. I'm ready for it- it's just a chance I'm willing to take." Still folding, she glanced up to him at this, giving a more genuine ******** up, isn't it? Telling you I want to be used, and probably get my a** kicked, just to be your friend. But at least I'm not the one making an excuse to be nice." At this, Annabel had finished folding, and moved to slide the note into her pocket- ...but then he could get to it. So, instead, she went for any girl's obvious move.
...And put it in her bra strap. Finished with her little 'job', she looked back up to Chris, this time not to be distracted.
"I'm going to need some way to contact you, though, besides hoping you're surfing at midnight- or finding you randomly. If I keep doing that, someone's bound to not be ******** retarded, and follow me here." She gave a quiet sort of laugh, then.
"..Goddamn. I feel like a ******** Call girl."
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 10:45 pm
"It's not much different than the on camera me, but if that's what floats your little boat than whatever dude~"
Well...on camera Chris didn't surf at midnight, or make alliances with campers. But...but! Oh hell.
Chris watched her folding his note, brow raised. ...Huh. Just what was she doing with that--------DAMNIT. The host frowned as his to-do list was safely tucked away in Annabel's bra. UGH so not wanting that back anytime. -Ever-
...Shut up feeling in gut. Chris McLean did NOT need this girl! No!
"I can never figure you campers out dude, you're all crazy. But crazy sells, so luckily I'm in the right business."
Honestly...did she -really- want to be his friend, or was she trying to be as manipulative and twisting as he was? Well...guess there was only one way to find out dude!
"Could make a fuss at one of the cameras....otherwise dude? I'll get back to you on that one."
Right. Never had a problem of someone needing to find him before. He'd have to figure out the best way to go about that.
"Just what are you taking my list for dude? Didn't know you cared about my day..."
Alright, he had to ask. It was just bugging him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 12:15 am
(( Just FYI, the peanut gallery wanted Annabel to Roundhouse Kick, Falcon Punch, and Barrel Roll out of there. While very humorous, I questioned its suitability to the situation. )) "I'm sure of that," she retorted, eyes rolled and voice thick with sarcasm. She was sure of that, really- because Chris was actually letting other campers into his RV on camera. Annabel was really hoping her theories on Chris weren't shots in the dark- that there'd actually be something to find, if she kept pressing for it. A sort of hidden treasure of this camping hell, if you would.
"And hey, if crazy sells, I'm more than willing to provide it. You know I've got no problems with giving your s**t right back to you." She gave a dismissive gesture at this, as if arguing no, she was not in fact sane. But, then again, the fact that this conversation was happening was very much proof of that. Lions, lambs, and all that lovely-what not certainly applied here. Tapping her foot slightly, Annabel took up a slight scowl.
"I said about you contacting me. I'm not always going to be the one crawling back here. Sorry, I may be the b***h, but sometimes? I do like to come out on top. In fact..." Oh, but that scowl was quickly gone in favor of a smirk. Cocking her head in a sort of sultry way, Annabel practically purred at him.
"Since this meeting's... changed things, we'll say... you come get me when you're ready for that makeup. I've been here too long already, and it'll look worse than it already does if I'm gone much longer." And with that, she turned, very much intent on leaving then and there.
At the question of her motivation, however, Annabel paused in the doorway. Not turning around, she flicked her tail.
"Your list? Oh, nothing. Just to prove that you need me in this ******** game, just as much as I need you."
Sauntering out, a confidence in her step and sway in her hips that hadn't been there before, she was gone except for a final call.
"Can't wait to hear from you, Rat b*****d!"
She was going to die for this. But oh good god, it was a death well worth it.
She'd won.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 5:43 pm
Chef's ears were pinned back as he carried the wailing host from the challenge ground, trying to block the piercing sound. He felt bad -- he was told to throw the host at a team since they failed to nab him, and now... Now the campers took it too far. He knew how touchy he was about that and if he knew the campers would do that...
He yanked open Chris' RV and continued to hold onto the smaller Audio, unwilling to have the host bolt and crawl into some corner to hide. It was only when the Chef manged to get ahold of Fluffy and shove it in Chris' hands did he risk putting the host down in a comfortable chair, sighing. "Chris-man..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 5:53 pm
 Chris' wails died down as they reached the RV, but only because by then the strain was starting to really hurt his throat. The final wail died down into a bit of coughing before Chris went silent except for the occasional sniffle. Not cool man, not cool.
Even with Fluffy in his paws Chris looked pretty upset. Hell he wasn't even really -snuggling- his beloved Chiapet. Once put in the chair Chris quickly pulled his legs up to sit indian style and settled his arms (and thus Fluffy) in his lap. Around this all he wrapped his tail..yeah, Chef-man knew about -that- but it was the principle of the thing!
Ears flattened back, the host hung his head. He didn't even glance up when Chef said his name.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 6:01 pm
What could he say? There wasn't a Hallmark card for 'I'm sorry I threw you to the sharks beavers.' Chef didn't want to let the host out of his sight in case he ran off, so all he did was take a seat and watch him, ears drooping. "Man... jus' look, I'm sorry. Ah didn't know they'd do that to ya. Ah needed the money, man -- throwin' yew like that was the only way they'd get it to me and if ah don't get it -" he stopped, shaking his head. "Jus'... ah'm sorry, man. Ah don't know if ah could make it up to yew. Jus'... Ah'm sorry."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 6:20 pm
Chef was smart to watch Chris. If his back was turned for just a second the host would probably bolt, and then need some -serious- coaxing to come out from under his bed.
He was trembling. Whether it was from the lack of his usual attire (that undershirt -was- a thermal shirt afterall), general shock over this entire day, or s**t a mixture of the both..well no one really knew. But he was trembling, and still looked like he could burst into more wails at any second.
And then Chris did a very curious thing.
"I f-found your p-paycheck Chef-man..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 6:36 pm
Serious coaxing? ...yeeeah, probably. Chef could always lift said bed up, but then Chris would take the opportunity to dart out and hide elsewhere. Chef didn't feel like chasing him down -- he did enough damage anyway.
He stopped his rambling, unsure how to go on. Could he seriously tell Chris what he did, why he needed the money so badly? Chris didn't wait, and revealed something. He stared, stunned at the news. "...Ah thought it was still in the mail."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 6:48 pm
Chris -could- run when he wanted to. He had already proven that by dodging all those campers.
Tremble, tremble, slight whimper. When he wasn't being a sadistic jerk he could be really...-cute-. Then again that had always worked to his advantage, heh heh!
"I um...I t-thought it was t-too man, honest!"
Mmmhmm, little lies here and there, throw in an extra whimper for emphasis...
"But the interns must have forgot dude...it's over there..."
Chris nodded to his table covered in notes. If Annabel had dug just a biiit deeper that day she was in here...well she might have found herself a nice bartering chip. Alas, it was Chris' to use now. And if he gave it to Chef -now- while looking really pathetic well...heh, maybe Chef would feel even worse and -really- be on his side. Yeah!
Chris was a manipulative genius, even when he was miserable.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:02 pm
Chef stood up and went over to the table, shoving things here and there to reveal the envelope that held his paycheck. To be honest, it didn't look like it was mailed at all -- but it was grubby enough to prove that an intern had touched it at some point.
...Since when did interns handle the mail?
Chef opened it and looked at it, then slowly folded it up and shoved it into his pocket. It was his, all right -- would it be enough for what he needed? Probably not, but he could stay here and work it. He had to.
"...Thanks man."
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