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 Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 10:33 pm
 Asher was halfway to his cabin when he decided to stop at the confessional cam. He'd never been in it before, so he wasn't too sure of himself as he stepped in.
It smelled horrible. Of course, Asher stilled faintly smelled like skunk himself, so he couldn't bring himself to complain. His other teammates had probably stopped by.
"It's really cramped in here." he observed, looking at his surroundings before facing the camera. "Smells too... but that's because of the whole... skunk thing... you know?"
Asher was at a loss for words. He had come to rant about his ruined clothes and how everything smelled in the cabin and how he hated whoever pranked the seagulls. But with a camera in his face, he was too embarassed to say a word.
After a few long moments of staring at his hideously stained, formerly white paws he spoke once more.
"I look like a stinking tomato. I don't even like tomatoes."
And with that he left.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 4:33 am
Normally Elli didn't care whether the world at large knew what she was thinking or feeling. But after the last challenge Elli needed to vent and while her fellow Sharks would have understood her rage better, she wasn't looking for commiserations or affirmations. She just wanted a captive audience whose opinion she would never get (not that she would care what they thought anyways).
Besides, she was always up to trying something at least once. So here she was, braving the pungent olfactory-abuse that was the confessional cam "outhouse."
There was no hiding her anger: her muzzle was a furious snarl, her eyes narrowed in a death glare and her ears were pressed flat against her head. She took a deep breath and began her rant. When censored, Elli's brief stint in front of the camera could be likened to a scene from a silent film.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 12:35 am
 She walked into the porta potty with a look of bad sleep and not being happy. " Sooo I hear people think this place stinks....." she glared into the camera " You have noooo idea... what stink is ... little campers unless your a Gull" she said this with a 'GRR" in it....
"So I wake up after cleaning Skunk out of our camp , to go to a silly change that four of our campers couldn't do" ..... more "Grr" in her voice , " We lose , we goo to camp , we vote off one of the more colorful characters who didn't dooo the cross word puzzle ... yea a word search...." she looked more mad , "Soooo Kylee gooood bye see you later , be sooo grateful your gone.... yea our camped now got smelled bombed , not stink bombed but filled with all the perfum , body spreays you could imagin. Also it seems as if it got washed also. Chris himself did it" her eye twitched "yea.... Bobby one of my fellow Gulls was in the cabin at the time , and got really beat up and stunk up , I'm glad he is ok" ...... she breathed in... " He told us me about it , At least its a free day , we can try tooo get our crap together" she clicked the button and walked off.
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Moments later " I lied , we have a challenge ... maybe we might knit a shirt that looks like Chris" she said with disgust , she clicked the butten and really walked off.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 3:50 pm
Carmen sullenly slipped into the confessional cam hut. She flopped onto the seat slightly dramatically. Then, she looked up at the camera with a pathetic and guilty stare.
"Ugh. I suck the big one so much... I know.. I do feel bad. I don't know what's gotten into me. The past few days I been feeling a little bored... Then, our challenges aren't at all exhilirating or blood-pumping like the cliff jump.
I mean.. Wordsearches should be my thing. I do that stuff when riding buses and stuff. It put me to sleep. I hope noone saw me sleeping during that one. If they did, I hope I wasn't drooling.."
She then heard herself and started to panic but played it off with a superficial laugh. "Ha! I don't drool though... really."
Crap... Better cut out now before she gets even deeper into rambling and says things that could be potentially incriminating. She leaned forward to facepalm, but it was just far enough to need to barely escape needing censors to cover her body up since it just wasn't staying inside the vest so well today.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:48 pm
(( late late night on day 7/early early morning day8, somewhere in there ))
Lucifer slunk toward the confessional cam, this time with a slightly different goal in mind, well different in so much as he wasn't using bees this time. Sneaky, he could not be seen (hey, those demon deer were vicious right, kekekeke). And yet somehow, his posture was not one that would have aroused suspicion, one could be sneaky without -looking- sneaky, it was an art.
"Keep a lookout, in case one of their spies shows up to alert them."
That's right little fanboy, just stand there and do as your 'Jesus' tells you.
Unable to decide on which trap he preferred, he had decided on both, it was a good thing he had that big tin of black powder he'd gotten from Chris.
He began first on the ground, digging out small holes along the path to the confessional, filling them with black powder, set to go off when stepped on (hey, I'm not telling you how he did it, it's HIS trick damn it!, copy cats, get your own ideas), then covering them again with the loose dirt and leaves that covered the ground. Kekeke, one trap down, those campers deer would never know what hit them.
Oh, but there was more, should any camper be lucky (or foolish) enough to make it past the foot traps and get into the confessional, well they would be greeted by a nasty surprise. Carefully, he rigged the door, a few matches (and sandpaper he tore from the box of matches) set to strike whenever some poor sap opened the door. The matches would ignite the trail of black powder, following to the nearby tree where a larger charge of powder waited in a cut he made in the trunk to ensure it fell in the right direction. The charge would explode, sending the tree falling toward the confessional door, trapping the occupant inside. Oh yes, it was just so devious, kekeke.
"Let's see those demon deer get past -that-"
Oh yes, because it was -totally- to stop the demon deer, not to torment his fellow campers.
"Maybe if we catch one, we can convince it to rejoin the fold and join us in our fight."
Demon deer weren't always demons, nope. Oh god, make it stop. Time to get out of here, before anyone saw them and the trap was ruined (or Noel succeeded in breaking his brain).
"Let's go."
Nothing happened here, nothing at all. >.>
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 10:00 pm
Noel had followed his savior faithfully. Gosh darn it! Lucifer was such a great guy to go through all the trouble of keeping his fellow campers safe from those deer. What a godly guy he was. The thought was enough to cause Noels eyes to water a little. Sniff.
Like he was instructed the mod his post as watchmen. He stood there, like an idiot, and waited for Lucifer to finish setting up for the accursed demon deer. Haha, lets watch them torment campers now~.
Little did the mod know... the set up wasn't really for the deer. Ah well, innocence is bliss. Or so they say.
Waiting was really boring but the mod managed. Still , when he saw Lucifer emerge from his set up he couldn't help but jump up a little. In fact.. he might have... run up and clung to Lucifers tail.... alot... for a long time.
"LUCIFER~" He was sure to at least keep quiet. The mod nuzzled his face into his saviors tail. So soft. So warm.
"Mmm... Yes we should probably recruit any surviving demonic deer. ... They probably have some information we could use about their plotting against the sexy times... and campers, " He continued to nuzzle Lucifers tail even as he followed the other out.
A perfect plan. A perfect trap. A warm tail. Noel was a happy boy.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 10:13 pm
Facepaw, twitch. Please, PLEASE dear god, let no one have seen that. Wait, why the hell was he even tolerating his tail being clung to and nuzzled? ARGGG!
Sigh, just leaving now, walking away with fanboy in tow.
(( whoever enters the confessional next, have fun. xD And remember, scream loudly so the interns can hear you. ))
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 5:00 am
 Nigel made his way slowly towards the confessional. He hadn’t been there in a couple of days and so figured he might as well go chat with the cam about something. It was only after he was just nearing the outhouse that he remembered he was still all muddy from the previous challenge, and rather then muddy up the nice camera stall, decided to head back to the cabins for a quick shower first and the cup of tea that he’d promised himself before going back to confess. ((I was going to post him going in but I’m too tired at the moment to write up a response that would do Lucifer’s prank justice ^^;; Whoever posts next I wish your camper the best of luck xD))
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 5:34 pm
Just coming from the mess hall with Axl, Tiffany dragged herself over to the confessional cam. She needed to alert the public of Noel's gay crush. Hopefully this would get all of the girls out there to stop crushing on him like she knew they inevitably were. She just hoped that when she started to speak about it she, herself wouldn't get upset. But maybe she could end with a bit about Emilie being dumped? Tiffany's face lit up at the thought - if she couldn't have him, she didn't want Emilie to, either.
She'd come around the side and went straight to the door without walking on the path set up that led to the confessional camp - unknowingly escaping the foot paths a certain pyro/brit pairing had set up. Taking a deep breath, Tiffany tried to get herself pumped to tell all of America - and heck, who knew all of the other countries this could air in - about Noel, his boyfriend, and Emilie. As soon as she opened the door, she froze. An odd noise had sounded at the exact time she pulled the handle; something like a match being struck. Shrugging it off, she wandered inside.
Standing in front of the camera, Tiffany opened her mouth to talk. It was then she heard a loud rustle of leaves that grew... louder? The ground seemed to shake as a creaking sounded, and then a loud crash. She was nearly throw off her feet as something - something huge, no doubt - hit the outside of the confessional cam, somewhere near the door. Tiffany screamed a loud, surprised, yelp of helplessness. She felt herself shaking. "What the hell?" She looked around, but saw nothing that could tell her anything about what had happened.
Tiffany looked at the camera and frowned, then walked over to the door. "I'll be right back~" she said, pushing lightly against the door. It didn't so much as budge. She pushed harder, surprised when it didn't move. "Hmph," she said, feeling slightly helpess. Backing up against the far wall, Tiffany charged the door, slamming against it with full force and falling back on the ground, reeling with pain. She looked up, slightly hopeful, but alas, nothing. Getting up slowly, Tiffany found that her arm had been hurt in the process of trying to open the door. "Agh," she breathed, wincing. It hurt. Just a little more than bad.
Finally up, she looked at the camera, slightly fearful. "It seems I'm tr-trapped..." Tiffany looked back at the door, then at the camera again and opened her mouth. She then screamed bloody murder as loud as she could - hoping someone would hear her. Following this was a series of the loudest "HELP!"s she could manage. "ShitshitshitshitSHIT," she said, looking around once more. So far, she didn't hear anyone on their way to help her, but anyone that did save her would be her hero. For like... ever.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 8:07 pm
When a tree falls in the middle of the campground against an outhouse door...
The explosions and the crash would have been enough to draw the attention of anyone, be they a lowly peasant or chivalrous knight. However, when they were followed by the voice of a sweet young maiden, turned bitter and twisted with terror? It would take but the coldest of hearts - nay, the most empty of souls! - to leave those cries of help unheeded. And was it not his very way of life to maintain order, and assist those in need?
That is why the young wizard, dashingly clad in a +5 Scratchy Bedsheet Robe of Elemental Endurance and wielding the Holy Archmage's Marshmallow-on-a-Stick, burst out from the trees nearby, skidding to a halt and striking a battle stance in front of the barricaded confessional stall.
"Fear not, fair maiden... for Sherwood the Wise is here to assist you in your plight. All the gifts of the Arcane are at my disposal!" he proclaimed at the blocked door, before rushing towards it.
He stopped suddenly, breaking into a meditative motion that looked half-eyeballed from some old tai chi video. "Oh, mystic spirits of the earth and forest, grant me the strength of your greatest predators...! MAGIC MIGHT-CHARGE, LEVEL FOUR!"
The wizard threw his form at the branch, and... well, it came loose rather easily, given that the point of the trap was for it to be impossible to remove from the inside. Nevertheless, "Sherwood" smirked with pride at a task well done and swung the door open to beckon Tiffany outside.
"I have bested the snare set upon you! Go, enjoy your newfound freedom, m'lady!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 9:05 pm
First she heard footsteps; then, the sound of wood upon wood. The door then burst open and the sound of a... boy, was it? Maybe a girl - she couldn't quite tell - speaking to her. Tumbling out of the Confessional Cam and toward him, Tiffany grinned. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you~! This means so much to me, that someone would bother to save me..." She quickly moved to give him a hug; embracing him in a flash, then backing up to get a look at him.
She was trying to quit with the bitchiness. She was. But... really? He was dressed in a sheet and wielding a marshmallow-on-a-stick. Tiffany barely suppressed laughter. "You're my savior?" She was pretty much incredulous - he looked like a dorky little... er... dork, to be quite honest. She then shrug. "Beggars can't be chooser, eh?" A smile lit across her face, and she nodded. "Thanks again, er... what's your name? I'm Tiffany, by the way, just... in case you were wondering." She then proceeded to look him down again once more. He did have those cute little glasses, and - oh - those dreamy green eyes. Perhaps he could be the prince she'd been waiting for after all? Or... not.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 1:20 pm
"No thanks are needed, fair lady," the wizard replied, accepting the hug with as much dignity as he could muster for so indulgent an act. "It is my sworn and sacred duty to assist those in need."
Adjusting his Shield-Enforced Eyepiece of Insight, he backed up a few steps to give Tiffany some space and raised his arms in a gesture at himself to answer her question. "You may call me Sherwood. I am a wizard, set out to this remote isle on a sacred quest." Then he took on a contemplative pose, gazing more carefully at the girl before her.
"And what would bring one such as yourself to this wilderness? Endless perils lie in wait to rain misfortune down upon those who dare tread on this land..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 5:24 pm
"You're being too modest, really! I would've been stuck in there for who knows how long if you hadn't showed up!" She nodded, still eyeing him. The sheet, the glasses, the... er... wand? Titling himself "wizard"? This guy was either delusional or a dork. Or both. At this point, Tiffany would have to say that he was just a dork. A lovable one, at that.
A small giggle escaped her mouth, and Tiffany quickly placed a paw to her lips, hoping that would stop her from doing it again, a bit of red creeping onto her cheeks as she did so. "Sherwood? Wizard? Quest? Hmm... Well, er... thank you, Sherwood." She didn't know what else to say, really. The whole situation was rather... disappointing, at best. But for now, she'd have to make the best of it.
"My reason for coming to Camp Wawanakwa?" She shrugged, remembering how she had told Axl only about half an hour ago. "I just wanted something different for a change. My life's nothing special, and... I was hoping I could change that," she explained for the second time that day. "Why did you come?" she wondered aloud.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 6:28 am
"A strange place indeed for one who desires change," Sherwood mused. It was a great and noble thing to seek a greater purpose in life, but to do so in a realm of such danger and discord? This girl must be very courageous... or very foolish. Were he a more judgmental sort, he would be settling on the latter given how she'd fallen for the trap that was the reason for their meeting.
"As for myself..." he started, gazing theatrically out at the campground before him, "I have come to endure the trials and tribulations of this land, so that I may uncover the secrets and treasures within. It is said by the Dark One himself that rewards await for those who can survive the ordeals that await."
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 6:17 pm
Tiffany shrugged. In her mind, it wasn't really. Audio didn't get a chance to go off to a Camp-themed game show every day, not did they? She looked at him and pursed her lips, now quite unsure of what he thought of her. Hopefully he held her in high regard - she hadn't completely thought him a dork right away - he was her savior, after all. And for that, she'd never see him as a complete nerd - even if his speech was that of some WoW-player.
"The... Dark One?" Tiffany scratched her head, unsure of pretty much everything he said. The Shakespearian way he spoke alone was enough to confuse a girl like Tiffany, but speaking of "Dark One"s? It was just so darn strange!
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