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 Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:06 am
Elli was a very sound sleeper to begin with. Being tranq'ed had made her dead to the world so while the other campers gained consciousness all on their own, the aspiring Pirate Captain needed a little nudge. Usually a little nudge meant a good shaking. A blare from a megaphone was more than adequate.
She bolted upright, eyes wide, ears pressed flat in an attempt to drown out the ringing. She tried to shake her head clear but the ringing was still there. Her eyes eventually focused on Chris and she strained to make out what he was saying. Something about leaving the docks?
That sounded like a plan! With a grin, she scooped up her bag and declared with a hearty "Aye aye!"
Elli was, if anything, very enthusiastic.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:10 am
The first things Nicky felt when he began to regain consciousness were that one, he was on what felt like wood, and he could hear water underneath (a dock?) and two, a horn, a really loud horn. He shot up, looking around in fright, though he calmed down when he noticed other teens around, all either still asleep or (currently) listening to the man with megaphone talk. Noticing his bag wasn't with him, he began to look for it, before finding it in a pile with a few others backpacks, a pile he fell into. "O-ow.." Was the muffled cry.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:18 am
Noel frown grew deeper as he looked around. It probably was a good idea to not be directly on the dock with so many campers. The thing, for one, didn't look all that sturdy. So the mod moved further up the dock away from the other campers incase any more boats started to dump more campers.
Most of the campers seemed to be just as lost as he was.
Noel just watched the others from a safe distance as he tried to fix that one hair that just wasn't laying right. Even as he tried to fix his hair, it was done in a way you would do something in a model shoot. Big ego much?
The brit mod couldn't help stop and watch as another camper was flung onto the dock glad he moved but felt sorry for the camper being thrown.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:27 am
He had been awakened by the sound of water, unspurpsingly not a pleasant sound to a boy with the word fire in his name. What the f--
His bag!
He was on his paws in an instant, frantically searching for the bag that held his belongs. Whew, he had been laying on it, it wasn't in the water. Still, he was glad he had invested in that heavy water proof bag, couldn't have his...'supplies' getting wet (ke ke ke)
Eyes narrowed, peering over the rim of his sunglasses (fortunately he had neglected to take them off as he fell asleep). A flick of the lighter he held in his paw, a low growl.
"Great, who the ******** are all these losers."
Well, he supposed he could always set someone's tail on fire. Hmmm...smirk, he liked that idea.
SNARL!!
His ears laid back, fur ruffling at the loud sound that had pierced his ears, eyes narrowed in a furious glare at...whoever it was that had made that noise.
"Jerk, maybe I should set -his- tail on fire."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:33 am
Luna yawned as she awoke oblivious to her surroundings. Bilking her golden eyes open, she stared around at a bunch of confused and rather angry teens. "Wha...?" she moaned as she got to her paws and shook her self awake. Long lime green strands of hair fell naturally into place as she gave one last yawn.
Mumbling to herself in an incoherent language she finally realized where she was. On the docks of a summer camp. "DUDE! Camp! Am I going to see some wild animals or something?!" she exclaimed as she fully and truly noticed the campers for the first time. 'Oooh... so many hawt guys!' she thought to herself with a grin.
She padded over towards the host - unaware that he was the host, and smirked. "Your short, but dayum are you hawt!" she giggled as she wandered around some more. She passed a fire obsessed jerk, some geeky looking girl sitting off by herself, a pirate looking person, a hot British dude, and.... more dudes! Oh how lucky she felt right now.....
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:56 am
Now that the ringing in her ears had dulled to a faint hum, Elli took this moment to see who she was with. She brightened considerably at how varied the others were. Elli liked variety, it meant a broader skill set and different personalities. And that was essential when assembling a crew!
Still holding her bag, she moved near the small cluster that had formed around the Audio with the megaphone.
"Ahoy thar!" She greeted.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:09 am
Carmen was bent over with her face pressed into the dock. Her rear had been stuck up in the air as that was just happened to be how she landed. She could almost feel her hair going to get into tangles. That would be a pain.
Carmen hadn't had any illusions about a 5-Star Hotel. She knew she was going to camp; only that she had been under the impression this was a camp to help develop her abilities as an entertainer and make her famous. But.... Why the rough treatment? Boy.. that sure was an unfriendly escort.
Suddenly realizing how she was laying on the dock, she sat up and covered herself, pressing her skirt down and fixing her vest so all her goodies weren't being broadcasted to the whole flock of teens before her.
"Oh boy," she whispered to herself.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:15 am
Noel watched as a brightly colored girl made her way up the dock. How could he not watch? Her fur almost was radioactive it was so bright and blinding. He was glad for his glasses, but for some reason, on her the bright worked right.
There were so many different audio teens on the dock now and he was not going near the cursing fire tempered one. Nope, he was fine and dandy being closer to the none stop smiling host and the bright girl and .... hello....
He turned his head to Carmen, eyes wide. Not because she was gorgeous but because she had just flashed the whole camp. How could any straight guy not look?
"'ello," Noel gave his brightest smile as he gave a greeting of his own to those who where around. His accent was bright in his words. Only, the Pirate probably out did him in the exoctic accent meter.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:19 am
Carmen was still patting her hair down into place, straightening her vest, so she'd look at least a little more proper a girl. She had to give it her best shot at least.
She looked up and at Noel. "Hi there." She looked him over noting the british flag on his jacket. From past experience, she had noted that usually British guys were friendly and charming. That was hopeful.
"I see that flag on your jacket. Are you actually from england? A while back, I took an unfinished pilgrimage through upper England and Scotland."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:29 am
Ah...disgruntled campers. It was like music to his ears. Shrill...screeching music, but music nonetheless. But hey, one caught his attention way more than the others. That grumpy one, snarling and spitting threats at him...she looked like the one that was sponsored by HER. ARGH if it had been up to him she wouldn't be in here. Afterall, he -did- have a restraining order against her sponsor. But nooooo the other producers thought it'd be -oh so funny- to bring this camper here.
Yeah, well they were on his turf now. With his grin turning just that much more sadistic he calmly strolled over to little Lorna.
"Awww....didn't get enough sleep dude? I can sympathize with ya....
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BUT TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BAD!
Heh heh heh..."
He blasted the megaphone right in Lorna's ear for extra annoyance and then quickly strolled out of striking range of the annoyed teen.
"I know I'm hot, thanks for noticing."
Chris nodded to Luna before taking his place back at the end of the docks. He looked about ready to blast the megaphone again...but then didn't. Heh heh, keep the little runts (it wasn't often he got to call anyone else a runt) on their toes.
"Alright dudes...listen up! I'm Chris McLean your AWESOME host for this. Where are you? Why you're on TOTAL. DRAMA. AUDIO!"
He flashed a smile and stood oddly still for a moment. Unknown to the campers he was simply posing for a hidden camera.
"Like I said, the major introduction will have to wait til the rest of the campers are here dudes, buuuut...I bet ya guys are hungry. Hrmm?"
He twirled the megaphone a moment. It was a pause for a response...but he really didn't stop talking long enough to let anyone else get a word in.
"Well, let's just head on over to the messhall and see what Chef-man is up to."
And with that, he turned and headed off. It was up to them whether to stay on the docks or follow the host to the main lodge. But dude...that swishing in the water was back, and one could almost swear they saw a shark fin out there. Despite how annoying he was maybe it was in their best interest to follow.
To those campers who arrived late, a note was left on one of the dock pilings to explain where the group had gone. They were to all meet up at the main lodge before Chris officially got the show going.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:31 am
HORN.
REALLY LOUD HORN.
"DO NOT WANT!!!!" Jennifer cried out, covering her ears AND headphones. Then she eyed the causer of the commotion. HIM. The promiser of SHINY SHINY THINGS. She did not have her shiny shiny things, therefore he was on her dead list until she got them. She wanted her shinies.
Though her headache decided to hit her dead-on...rather...her hangover. Getting completely...uh...shockered with her biffle the day before had not been the wisest decision she'd ever made...
Thus, she just looked around. Her biffle wasn't gonna be here...so she may as well find a new one for now! But everyone seemed s busy....Maybe the HOST could be-...wait...dead list.
...But she may as well follow orders. Shiny Shiny things at stake...
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:37 am
Noel almost let out a laugh when she asked him if he really was from England but didn't. He had forgotten for one quick moment that this wasn't England but somewhere....... somewhere?
Before he could even say anything to Carmen the host starting to talk. Chris eh? He watched, silently, as he put on his little show. Noel smirked, clearly, amused.
Noel turned to Carmen giving her a smile and nodded, "I'm from London," His accent flared a bit in his words, "Probably should get a move on so we don't get left behind," With that he picked up his bags and followed after the host.
Anything called the messhall didn't really sound so appealing but Noel was starving.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:38 am
Billy sighed. This wasn't turning out as good as he had hoped. His parents said that camp would be fun! But so far he had been, tranquilized/kidnapped thrown onto a dock and then had his ears blasted by the "host". Billy didn't think that hosts ran camps, he thought there would be some like, instructors or something. But he was stuck so he might as well go along. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. He started to head to the messhall where they were told to go for some food. He hoped there would be some Mountain Dew and Funyuns!
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:58 am
Lorna's eyes burst open when Chris oh so nicely bleared that damn megaphone in her ear, what DID her sponsor see in this jerk? He was annoying, obnoxious and cruel and that was just his good points, it wouldnt be till later till she found out how evil he really was, IF at all, but something told her this was just the beginning of a very, very looooong summer and he was set to make it a living nightmare. "Alright, alright, im up! God! Have you not heard of just gently shaking the Audio to wake them up?" She grumbled a few words that a young woman shouldnt use and grabbed "I swear, my sponsor has terrible taste in Audios!" she called to his back, walking towards the mess hall
((LOL poor Lorna XD))
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 11:24 am
When he finally found his bag, Nicky just managed to catch the end of their (had he said 'host'?) telling them where to go. Smiling, he adjusted his backpack onto his back, following to the mess hall.
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