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 Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 2:28 pm
 She was honestly not expecting retaliation from the host- not of the intelligent sort, anyway. Biting her tongue, Annabel forced herself to hear him out, not commenting along the way. When he slowly turned around to face them, she'd managed to keep herself from growling- obviously seething with the level of ease he was blowing off her comments. Digging her claws just a bit tighter into the fabric of her pants and grinding her teeth, she worked to stay calm. DAMN IT. She'd almost had him there, and there was no way in hell she was getting walked all over. Not with four other campers around to witness it.
"Brilliance comes from experience," she snapped, a little too much forcefulness in her tone to be considered even. While still more collected than she'd been in previous bouts of anger, something was very obviously rubbing her fur the wrong way. Probably Chris, all things considered. But DAMN if it didn't piss her off to see him this cocky!
"And unless all your traps were set up to show us that you can't survive without that little Chia Pet of yours or interns to do your dirty work, I don't think any of us has learned a damn thing." And the sadistic gleam returned to her eyes, Annabel giving him a sort of mock-up of his own smile.
"At least I could ******** you over without having to call someone else in."
(( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 2:33 pm
 Better hope your teammates find you? He wondered for a moment if they would. Em would definitely try her hardest. He didn't really have that close of a relationship with anyone else, but there were more than a few people who were super determined to win. He didn't think he had too much to worry about.
He didn't have much else to do beside sit there. With a sigh he remained with his knees to his chest, cheek resting on them, just listening. When he clued in that they weren't really talking about the movies--duh, why would they be talking about movies when they were LOCKED IN A CAGE--he just rolled his eyes. Why in the world would anyone want to be compared to batshit crazy Amanda? At least Jigsaw was interesting and had a reason, man. He decided it was probably smart to keep a distance away from this blue haired chick if she was anything like Amanda.
When Chris turned around, Axl turned his head away. "Good to see you got your hair colour back, Chris," he said somewhat bitterly, staring out between the bars.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 2:55 pm
 Chris seemed pretty calm. Even though his statements were laced with venom, he was definitely staying a lot calmer than certain other people in this room. Then again, they were probably freezing. Chris himself wore a nice warm jacket. Ha!
The host stayed silent, letting her rant on. The entire time he wore a nice, calm smirk. Mmhhmmm, whatever you say Annabel... And once she hit a particular statement, Chris just -had- to break in.
"If anyone hasn't learned anything, it's you. And puuhlease dude. I seem to recall you spending a night allll alone in the big bad woods, and not being able to move a muscle."
Chris -purred-. It wasn't the nice happy sleeping Chris purr that'd be nice to hear. No, this...this was downright frightening.
"Or have you forgotten already? Hrm?"
Averting his gaze, Chris glanced over at Axl.
"Thanks dude...kinda sorry you got caught up in all this. You can thank Belbel and mechanic girl over there for this."
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 3:05 pm
At the mention of a night in the woods, she honestly hissed- facade broken, Annabel stood up, downright growling at the host. She made no move toward him, though, but simply stood- watching. God... god DAMN him! It seemed, for a moment, like she was going to start yelling- a step forward, like Annabel was downright ready for a screaming match...
...And she stopped. Eyes widening just a hair, Annabel stopped a moment, brain catching up with her body. There, caught in a stance that looked like she was posing, she... started laughing. Raising a hand to cover her mouth, as it was genuine, honest-to-god laughter, she shook her head. Oh, why hadn't she thought of that! They were already in the doghouse now- why not take it up a notch? Shifting to stand more casually, even as she still laughed, a hand posed itself down on her hip.
"Hm, no, I suppose not," Annabel continued, tail swishing in what could only be described as excitement.
"Guess you can stop getting off on the thought of me being scarred by that, since that seems your thing." She stopped, then, making a gesture of mock-surprise.
"Oh, oops! But I'm not supposed to say that word, am I~? That one little flaw that makes you imperfect. What was it, again...?" A fake shrug, here.
"I guess I am just terribly rotten on the inside, then! But at least I don't have anything marring me. Just a dreadful shame, carrying something like that, isn't it? Maybe that's what happened nineteen years ago!"
She was still trembling, just a hair, in frustration and anger. But now? Oh yeah. Now she was ready to play dirty.
"You've got us all caged up like little mice, Chris. Maybe you're ready to share that story with your audience~?"
(( I :HEART: CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 3:20 pm
Groaning in her sleep, Ratchet kicked at the air, yawned, scratched herself, and shook her head. She was sore and stiff from her little nap on the cage floor, and her stomach rumbled in complaint. Lifting herself up to a seated position, she leaned against the wall of the cage, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The drowsiness was wearing off, and she slowly woke herself up... to the sweet, sweet sounds of Annabel taunting Chris.
Ohjeezus. Maybe now was a bad time to wake up. Was her friend that nucking futs? Chris had them in a dang cage; a cage from which there was probably no escape. After all, she didn't have her tools with her, and she knew none of them were tiny enough to slip through the bars. He could do anything he wanted to them, which was a scary thought, and here Annabel was picking on him. Whimpering, she shot a look at her friend. If she kept this up, she might actually have to say something. Right now... was just the worst time to be picking on the man. It really, really was.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 3:21 pm
When Chris spoke to him, Axl turned back. Honestly, with the incredibly weird conversation he was having with the blue haired chick, he hadn't expected a response at all. When Chris said that the "Amanda" chick and Ratchet was responsible for his being there, he couldn't help but sneer and scowl.
"What the ******** did you do?" he growled at her, getting to his own feet. "You're the reason I got pulled off that goddamn cliff too!" He wouldn't have been so angry if she would just shut the ******** up and stop pushing Chris. He didn't give a damn about what the host might be hiding. He didn't give a damn that he and this BelBel seemed to have some sort of twisted relationship. He just wanted the ******** out of this cage, and with her chewing Chris out, he got the impression that soon things would get a hell of a lot worse. Was she ******** nuts? Scratch that. He already had the impression she was.
"Will you just shut the ******** up? Isn't it bad enough you got people who haven't done a damn thing locked in this cage with you? Stop making things worse for everyone!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 3:28 pm
Oh....but -was it- the wrong time to be picking on him? Hell even now he was still smirking away, as calm as ever. Even the mention of -that- didn't seem to be enough to get a rise out of him.
...Huh.
"Nineteen years ago? Dude -what- are you talking about? I was..."
A pause.
"..I was just a little pup then man. Nothing happened besides me being -awesome-. Duh."
Chris tilted his head slightly, faking a look of concern.
"As for the little scar? Nothing more than stage makeup. Had to give the audience a bit of mystery to try and unravel dude. You think they're tuning in to make sure you dudes live through challenges? HA, as if! They're tuning in to see meeee!"
The slightest twitches at the word 'scar' were the only other reaction from him. Otherwise? Same smirky host.
Chris gave a spin of his chair, grabbing the granola bar box as he spun by them. In a rare act of kindness, he took out two and tossed one each to Axl and Ariel. Pft, give Ratchet and Annabel one? NO WAY MAN. Ariel was collateral and...well Axl earned it by telling off Annabel. Hehehehehe!
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 3:39 pm
"How about you keep your nose out of other people's business?! In case you weren't aware, jackass, I wasn't talking to you- I was trying to talk with this Rat b*****d!" She snapped, whirling onto Axl now. Oh yeah. She'd sat through both Chris and Axl's little rants at her, and honestly? She was ******** pissed. Why the hell wasn't he reacting?! God DAMN IT. Everything in the notes- had it been ******** WORTHLESS!? Oh, she was just going to kill someone. Growling in frustration, and storming right past Axl, Annabel kept up her snarling.
"And how about you shut the ******** up, buddy? I'm not the ******** intern who jumped you, if your kidnapping went down anything like mine. I'm sorry you keep getting dragged into this, but god damn it, nobody else is standing up to this a*****e! Everyone else is just gleefully bending over like goddamn bitches, and taking whatever the hell he throws at us! Doesn't it bother you AT ALL!?" Up near Chris's side of the cage, now, Annabel had a firm grip on the bars, as if keeping herself from reaching out for the host. GOD ******** DAMN IT. WHY WASN'T HE REACTING?!
"And I don't know WHY you're not reacting anymore," she spat, fur finally starting to bristle, "but so help me GOD, Chris, I WILL get you back. All of that crazy s**t had to mean something, and I KNOW you have weaknesses. I'm not going down without a fight. Not that easily."
(( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 3:49 pm
Oh no. Axl wasn't having any of that. He caught the granola bar that Chris tossed him with little more than a nod and opened it, taking a huge bite. He was ******** starving, man.
When he'd chewed and swallowed, which took a rather long time, mind, he glared at Annabel. "I don't give a s**t what you're trying to do, what you're trying to prove! Did you ever stop to think that the rest of us are just trying to make the best of it and just get out with as minimal damage as we can? Just from this, and what I've heard while I'm here, I get the impression you're just causing more and more s**t for yourself, and how it looks, your friends!"
He took another bite of the granola bar, chewing furiously. "So shut the ******** up, or I'll make you shut up. No matter how it went down, or why I ended up here too, its still your goddamn fault anyone got thrown in here in the first place! I swear to god, if you make this any ******** worse for us, you'll wish you were just locked in this cage."
Oh, he wasn't happy. He wasn't happy at all, and this ******** Annabel chick was just making it worse.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 4:01 pm
Ahhhh camper drama! It made this place feel like a -real- reality show.
...Wait.
Leaving behind Fluffy (he had to guard the monitors, afterall!) Chris wheeled his chair over in front of the cage. He stopped right in front of Annabel, giving her his best s**t-eating grin.
"Get me back Annabel? Who says you'll get the chance?"
The host hummed, tail wagging a bit. Oh yes, he had -won-. No matter what Annabel said to convince herself, Chris had come out on top here.
"Shouldn't you be worried about that little cage of yours? Your cagemates don't seem too ah...happy with you. ehehehehe!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 4:06 pm
"I ******** hate you. You are the most vile, repulsive..." Clenching harder on the cage's bars, Annabel simply glared at the host, teeth bared as though she might try to attack him. Dramatically releasing her grip on the bars, the girl turned around, storming back to her end of the cage. Sitting down with a heavy thud, Annabel grit her teeth. Stupid ******** host. Stupid ******** cage. Turning this s**t against her. And now, if she didn't want stupid ******** rockerboy with the balding tail on her a**, she was going to have to kiss his.
"Fine, I'm sorry. I'll leave it the ******** alone. I'm done." She grumbled, clearly not happy with the idea of taking this defeat lying down. Raking her claws against the ground, Annabel was silent a moment, attempting to take calming breaths. The more she thought on it, the more Chris's last statement rang true- she could get him back eventually. For now, she was stuck in a cage with these guys. No sense causing fights when they were all locked in here together.
"I won't cause you any more problems. Swear it."
(( I :HEART: CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 4:25 pm
About ******** time. "Thank you," he said, his voice cold. Jesus. He hadn't liked snapping at her, but really. Egging Chris on was going to just going to get them in more trouble. She could at least have the decency to feel bad about getting them in this mess and not try to cause more.
Sighing, he finished off the granola bar, crumpling up the wrapper. Jesus, it was so cold in here. He was just glad he'd pulled on a shirt this morning. Sitting back down, he pulled his legs up to his chest again, wrapping his tail around him to help keep him warm.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 6:02 pm
Chris stood up, calmly stretching. Ah, how good it must be to be -free- and not stuck in some cage, huh silly campers? Hehehehehe!
"Aw....don't be like that dude! You might actually hurt my feelings..."
Chris strolled over to the cage, specifically the area Annabel was sitting. And in a -very- brave move reached through the bars to poke at her. Poking caged animals was fun! We couldn't have Annabel sitting here being -good- now could we?
"Besides, I know you don't hate me. So there."
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 6:54 pm
Ears flattening against her head, Ariel felt like her brain was about to burst from information overload. Annabel and Ratchet...they...how were they the ones that got them into this? Were they the ones that stole the 'him' that had been so violently ranted about over the speakers? When a granola bar came flying through the air, she narrowly managed to catch it before it brained her before eyeing it as though it were a snake. Well...it had a wrapper...ripping it open, she broke off a chunk to nudge over to Ratchet before offering another chunk to Annabel. "I think you know what's going on, but..." But you're still my friend.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 9:42 pm
Don't rise to the bait. He's trying to get a reaction out of you. Swallowing the comment on his lack of feelings, Annabel turned her attention to Ariel, offering a weak smile and the shake of her head. Focus on Ariel, don't think about McLean. She could keep Chris- and Axl, through that- from exploding at her if she just shut the ******** up about it.
"Keep it, man. If you give it to me, he likely won't give you anymore- and I'll be alright for a while!" The last bit was forced cheerily, even if everyone in the cage- and outside of it, she supposed- knew how she was actually feeling. Axl, at the very least, had made a point- she'd gotten two of her friends dragged into this mess with her. At the very least, when she resumed warfare on Chris, it was going to be a one man mission. No Ratchet, no Ariel, no Simon to get hurt. Cause god damn she wasn't dragging everyone else down with her.
At the feeling of being poked, Annabel jumped ever-so-slightly, and moved to scoot away with all the grace of a three legged giraffe on rollerblades. But hey. Just so long as she kept her mouth shut and her head down, she wouldn't piss anyone off.
Her team would come, rescue her, and put things back to Camp-status-quo. She wouldn't have to put up with this from Chris for too terribly long.
...Hopefully.
(( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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