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 Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 11:33 pm
Noel, now showered and smelling nice, made his way back into his cabin. Only a towel around his waist made him decent. His clothing had been so dirty that there was nothing else to do but wash it. It was hanging on a tree branch out back after being soaked in the lake.
Seriously, this camp needed washers and dryers.
Ah well, Noel just wanted to go take a nap after that challenge. His body was killing him. The mod climbed up to his bunk and just laid there in his towel.
Hopefully next challenge was another paper doll challenge. Mmmff..
Noel would have gone looking for Lucifer if he wasn't so tired.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 11:44 pm
Helena burst through the door and immediately formed a Bee-line for her bunk. She lept up and clutched the bar, pulling herself up. Then she dug around in her pack for her sewing kit. "Oh dear, oh dear" she muttered to herself.
She didn't notice if anyone else was in the cabin, so she didn't bother to cover her exposed panties. Instead, the torn part of the skirt was draped over the bar as she looked for the sewing kit.
((haha helena would totally want that sock puppet))
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 11:48 pm
Someone else was in the cabin... Noel had no idea who until he heard the 'oh dear'. Looking up he found it was Helena... and judging from the 'exposure' she didn't think anyone else was in the cabin with her.
"Looks like the barbs got you too eh ?" His butter smooth voice and accent weaved their way around his words.
((Off to bed will reply tomorrow if you reply x' D))
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 11:54 pm
The sound of someone else's voice made her jump off from hanging over the railing and onto the floor. She spun around to see the young brit looking at her. She covered her mouth with her hands and although muffled, you could still understand that she said, "N-N-Noel!! I didn't know y-you were in here!" She looked around nervously and grabbed the torn fabric from the top bunk and tried to wrap it around what was left of her skirt. She let her hair fall over her face to hide the fact she was blushing again.
She never thought anyone would see her in her panties! But now a good number of them at the challenge have, and now dear Noel! She was so embarrassed, she forgot that she had come for the sewing kit. "It wasn't the w-wires. One of the crocodiles t-took it but I m-managed to get it back" she said, looking down.
((no prob :3))
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 10:45 am
Noel never understood why people could be bashful about something like underwear. It always made him all that more confused.
"You shouldn't be so flustered over a little pantie show," He revealed that he was only in a towel by sitting up a little... course he bumped his head when he sat up. Oh right top bunk.... heh. The mod rubbed his head and smiled his normal charming smile. Of course he was used to hitting his head.. alot. The red mark from yesterdays tree branch was still there but fading.
At this point Noel didn't really care. Not after the hell Chef had just put them through. He was tired.
"Sides your panties are nice ~ " Noel chimed. He was trying to nice in his own little way.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:58 pm
Fresh from the shower, Ratchet had beaten the worst patches of mud out of her clothes, enough that she could put them back on without getting too dirty. Stepping into the cabin to change into clean clothes, the first thing she saw was a barely-decent Helena and the first thing she heard was the tail end of Noel commenting on the niceness of the other girl's underwear. Blushing, Ratchet looked down at the ground. She needed to get to her bag, which was pretty much right under Helena. "I'm not looking, I'm not looking!" the girl called, her eyes shielded with a paw. "Just wanna change clothes!" Hastily, she grabbed her bag and retreated into the changing booth at the back of the cabin. She wasn't sure what exactly she'd walked into, but it really wasn't her business to be looking at Helena's panties... despite how cute Noel thought they were.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 6:34 pm
((xDD))
Helena blushed even more at the fact that he was in a towel. Unfortunately, she stared a little bit before looking away. She had never seen the bare body of a boy before. This camp was all so new to her, she was learning things she was sure her parents would not be happy that she knew about.
She started to fidget when he complemented...her underwear..and again she tried to pull down what was left of her skirt to cover what she was unused to showing. "T-Thank you...I think." She said as she stepped aside to let Ratchet grab her bag. She looked to the girl with an expression of "please help me I have no idea what to do in this situation" but she had already gone to the changing booth.
Then she realized she could bring out her newer outfit, the light blue one, but wasn't sure if she wanted to risk that one getting damaged as well..
((also because i dont want to be tempted to buy it in gaia form xD))
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 7:09 pm
Noel gave a little playful wave as Ratchet went to go change. He folded his arms behind his head and fell back on his back looking up at the ceiling. Being in a towel was liberating. Nice and breezy.
"Your welcome Helena. " He continued to stare up at the ceiling, "I think you have nothing to be ashamed of. Those panties are tight," He smiled but no one could see it from his bunk. The boy just laid there and shut his eyes. He was tired and needed to nap.
"That challenge..." Noels butter smooth voice was faraway and dreamy almost even to him. He was nodding off to sleep in only his towel on top of his covers.
"...really sucked..." Snooze...
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 8:26 pm
Ratchet tossed on her clothes quickly behind the screen, trying to keep as much dirt off the floor of the cabin as she could. Her new outfit didn't look much different from her old one; the stripes on the sleeve of her shirt were slightly wider, and the patches on her pants were different, but really, could a girl be expected to rip holes in the exact same spots in every pair of pants? As it was, the clothes she had mostly looked the same, so it didn't matter much. She stepped out from behind the curtains, dragging her bag behind her and looked down at the floor on her way out. "Helena?" she called. "Want to use the booth? I'll stand by the front of the cabin if you'd like and make sure nobody else comes in until you're, ah, decent."
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 10:50 pm
Helena looked up at Noel to see him lay down. "Goodnight Noel" She said to him, still blushing. Her eyes didn't leave him as she replied to Ratchet "Umm..yes, of course, thank you." And then she turned and grabbed her blue outfit from her bag. She could wear it at least until she repaired her old one.
Then she moved to the dresser and began to change.
((she should probably have showered first but I'm honestly too lazy. Poof she is clean xD))
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 11:11 pm
By the time Helena finished dressing, she decided she was too tired to start repairing her dress, but she laid the pieces down on top of her pack so she could start it first thing in the morning. Looking at it, she decided she would wash it first at the lake or something. She had forgotten her pajamas at home, it seemed, so she laid down carefully so as not to wrinkle her dress. She fell asleep soundly.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 11:30 pm
 Simon could have sworn he heard one last seagull hit the cabin door as he rushed it closed, flattening his back against it for a few moments to catch his breath and bring himself down from panic mode. After calming down a few degrees exhaustion crept back in... he honestly could have taken a nap right there on the floor beneath him, but he couldn't allow himself to sleep now! There was something he had to take care of first.
A short rummage through his things produced a sewing kit, some paper and a calligraphy pen, the first of which he tucked back into his back before setting to work carefully penning artistically-scripted words that were arranged in a note:
Dearest Annabel:
I can only hope that my deepest apologies for the events that transversed this evening can do something to alleviate your pain. Your disappearance left me fraught with worry over your well-being, and even as I write this I cannot escape being consumed by concern for you. Let the words I leave for you here attest to how you are nearly always in my thoughts even when not in my presence, and it is my dearest wish that when I see you again, you will be wearing another one of your uplifting smiles. If you wish to meet with me again, it will be a heartbeat before I am back by your side.
-Be well,
Simon
Smiling wearily at his work - he was really hoping Annabel would like it - he climbed up to her bunk to place it on her pillow, before shuffling back down to his own.
There... now it was naptime.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 6:22 pm
 Had she not been in a terrible mood already, Annabel might've stopped to read the note- instead, she was saving it for later. A lookup to this bleak, terrible day when it was done. But oh no- she wasn't finished yet. Weak and defeated, Annabel had crawled back to the cabin in shame, tail between her legs in defeat. But inside? Inside, she was seething- plotting. The host, for all it had seemed, had forgotten she knew two very important locations to his lifestyle- and so help her god, he was going to pay. She'd plotted, all the way back- crafting and twisting ideas in her mind into a beautifully devious symphony of revenge. Fortunato beware, Montresor was on the move. Grinning wickedly as she'd headed up the ladder to her bunk, for once, the punkish girl was removing her jewelry- anything that might've made a hint of a sound, a jingle, was tucked safely with the note under her pillow.
From what she'd seen of his trailer, she could definitely cause a bit of damage around camp by getting in. All she'd need was a tech-savvy hand, and the host would be wailing in misery at the state of his abode. And oh, what providence! What divine intelligence! At that moment, dear faithful Ratchet had made an appearance, curious as to Annabel's scheming persona. In hushed whispers and worried glances she'd explained to the mechanic a general idea of what they were doing- sabotage, without telling her where exactly they were headed- and the absolute need for perfect stealth. No jewelry, nothing to get caught- as few tools as she could bring. Only the necessities. Quietly slinking out the cabin door, she'd turned back to her friend with raised eyebrows.
"Remember. No talking, no questions, and stealth. We're going into the Lion's Den, is all I can afford to tell you. Just... trust me. You'll understand when we get there."
And with that, she took off, down the hidden path to the one sanctuary the host held on this island.
(( Permission OOCLY granted by Scara to skip the aforementioned conversation, for the sake of speedy RP. ))
(( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 6:25 pm
Wristband-less, piercing-less, and, shockingly enough, backpack-less, Ratchet nodded at Annabel as she stashed a wrench, a screwdriver, a chisel, a few various picks and files, a mini-maglite, and a pair of wire cutters into her belt. She figured that if they needed to be stealthy, the sort of work she'd need to do wouldn't exactly be using a hammer; these things were for wedging, tightening, and loosening. If mass destruction was what you wanted, these were not the tools to use; these were selected for something more... subtle. A nervous smile on her face, she nodded to Annabel as she followed her out the door.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 12:35 am
Panting, Ratchet bolted into the Beavers' cabin, terrified that she'd be caught. As soon as she was safe in the building, she took a good look at herself. Lord. She was a mess. She was covered in flypaper and mud, and there were marshmallows in her pocket. Oh. Yes. Those. Those... needed dealt with. For now, Ratchet pulled all her stolen goods out of her pockets and dumped them into her backpack; they needed hidden for now. They'd be safe enough in her backpack. She sat down on her bunk and began to snip away at the fur under the flypaper. She was going to look horrible after this... but oh it had been worth it.
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