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| YES! DUH DUDE! |
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| Yes. Again..DUH. |
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 Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:09 pm
 Honestly...no, it had never been mailed. But whether this was intentional or simply the fact Chris was forgetful?... He did have a tendency to just -not- think about things that were nagging at him, afterall.
"Welcome dude..."
Chris hung his head again, staring down at Fluffy in his lap.
"If you really needed money...ya know..."
His tail flicked before curling tighter around the host.
"Coulda asked man...I would have helped."
Okay. Yeah, that didn't sound like Chris at all. Chris was a shallow, egotistical jackass.
But Chris didn't get this far in his career by simply going on without a care. No no no, this Audio had been careful! Weaving a rather extensive web of lies, bribes, and alliances. Really, he was a master of the game he watched over. No, giving away money was not a Chris like thing to do. But taking a small hit (perhaps he could skip a massage sometime), in order to secure his strongest friendship? Yeah. He'd do that.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:15 pm
"No." The word was clipped, forced out and half-growled by the large audio. "It's my responsibility, man. Ah... Ah can't accept. 'specially not when yew need all yew can get." Nevermind that Chris mostly spent his on things Chef wouldn't dream of, like Play de Losers, room service, shampoo, and such.
"Ah need to go take care of this," Chef added, and with that the large Audio left the RV. With his check secure, he was going to go deposit it now rather than having it disappear back into the mail system again. All three dollars of it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:19 pm
....
Well damnit.
With Chef gone the trailer seeming rather...lonely. He hated to admit it but after that stupid stunt earlier he could really use some -nice- company. Even if said company was the one to toss him to the wolves in the first place.
Chris sat there for a moment...before climbing out of his seat and quickly retreating back to his bedroom. If anyone came looking for him, they were gonna have to drag him (and Fluffy) out from underneath the bed.
At least no one would see his hideous scar under there.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 6:54 pm
It was time, and the host was still in his R.V. Chef grumbled as he picked his way across the staff area, paycheck and bartering chip safely in the mail on its way to its destination. Sure, Chef had a bank -- he could be sending it in snail-mail style, or making sure it's safe to the point that no Audio could get their hands on it. Or something like that. All that mattered was that Chef no longer had the paycheck, and he seemed pretty happy about it.
The large Audio entered the RV, closing and securing the door behind him. He could hear the interns outside readying the anti-Chris barricades in case the host tried to run out. "Yo! Chris-man!" Chef called, heading deeper into the RV. "It's almost show time! Where are yew man?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 6:58 pm
When Chef had left to deposit his check, Chris had crawled under his bed. ...And he was still there. At the sound of Chef's voice the host gave the tiniest hint of a whimper and slunk further under his bed. Back up against the wall the host had a rather limited view, only able to see the bottom of well....everything in his bedroom.
Maybe if he just stayed quiet everyone would go away. Yeah! Chris pulled Fluffy against his chest, hugging the only comfort he really had.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 7:00 pm
There! What was that?! Chef halted, his ears straining to catch the faint whimper. He headed towards that brief sound, calling upon all the training lessons he took to earn his degree in Audiohunting, stopping outside the host's bedroom. He opened the door and slinked in, looking around. "Chris-maaaan," he called, "Where are yew?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 7:04 pm
Ears pinned back, body trembling, Chris...was pretty damn scared. It wasn't Chef-man himself that was scaring him (even if he DID throw him..), it was the fact that with Chef here that meant he had to come out..and put on that stupid costume, and then go on TV.
National. TV. In a dress. That SO wasn't his style dude!
He scooted back more, trying to get in the corner the furthest from Chef. The host was trying to be quiet, but even in his attempts Chef would probably hear little bumps as Chris scooted along the floor, dragging Fluffy with him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 7:20 pm
The door behind Chef closed with a soft click, followed by the scrape of locks settling into place. Chef didn't want to take any chances of the host dodging around him and escaping, even if there were interns outside waiting -- the locks should give him enough time to catch up with the slippery fiend, if it comes to that.
Chef waited, and there it was again -- the faint scratching and scrambling that announced to the world the location of one Chris McLean. It was the only thing in the room that it could be, really -- Chris's luxurious bed nearly took up the entire room, and the walk-in closet took over the other half of the entire RV.
He took a step towards the bed and hooked his hands beneath it. "'less yew fancy spendin' the night under there, or sleepin' on the floor fo' the rest of the season," Chef began, "Ah suggest yew quit hidin' from the camera an' come on out."
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 7:25 pm
Chris said nothing. This...this wasn't good. Those hands hooked under his bed weren't close to him yet...but he was willing to bet Chef-man could lift the bed and nab him anyway.
So, inching back the way he came, Chris moved to the side of the bed closest to the door. So intent on hiding he hadn't heard the soft clicks and scrapes to indicate it was now closed and locked, offering him no escape. With a final glance to the shoes of the other Audio, the host scrambled out from under his bed and made a break for the door.
..Only to slam into it and work with one paw to undo the locks, the other paw holding onto Fluffy.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 7:28 pm
"AHA!" He released his grip on the bed and rushed over to the host, grabbing him and hoisting him up and into the air. "Ah wanna do this as much as yew do," he growled, tightening his grip like an over-possessive puppy with a brand new toy, "But it's now or never, man! Yew can't wanna give up yer five-star style life 'cause of one iddy biddy skirt, do ya?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 7:35 pm
Chris yiped, and probably -would- have started his wailing again if it wasn't for the fact the start of his wail ended in a fit of coughing. Crap his throat hurt. It hurt quite a bit. Probably shouldn't have yelled as much as he had earlier, tsk tsk.
"F-f-fluffy!"
So startled Chris nearly dropped the Chiapet, but quickly grabbed it before Chef got a good hold on him.
"I d-don't DO skirts Chef-man!"
He whimpered, squirming a bit.
"N-no I don't want to give it up but DUDE. Really?! This is all their idea and just...no!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 7:47 pm
"Dude, yew seriously need to drink some water," Chef replied, shifting the host juuust so he had a good grip on him (and his chia pet too) before moving towards the dressing room. "Yew shouldn't 've gotten mixed up like Rufus, yo. 'less yew'd rather be where he was an not in that sort of an outfit?" Chef scoffed.
"'Sides man. It could be worse. It could be see-through. Not that there's anything wrong with that," he added hastily, "But ah don't think a man of yo ego could stand to wear it."
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 7:56 pm
"Then put me down so I can go -get- some water..."
And run away. Running away would be good.
As Chef moved towards the dressing room the host squirmed. It wouldn't do much good, but he -wasn't- going in willingly.
"...I don't want to be where Rufus is."
Mostly because 'dead' just wasn't in this season.
"But cmoooon man...I gotta mess with em every once in a while right? I always have!"
Cough, cough, ughhh. He felt horrible, and it was about to get a lot worse.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 8:02 pm
"Ha! I knows you have that imported purified mineral water with a hint of lime around here in yo' ice chest," Chef replied. "There's no way you're out of it, either -- yew always make sure to have enough and throw a temper tantrum when yo're out. 's just like that M&M fiasco when yew only ate a certain color." Aka, something to make the interns do: pick out one color of M&Ms, and find enough to fill a gallon bucket. It worked until the interns started eating the rejected colors.
"Ah thought so," he replied with a triumphant smirk. "Yew can mess with'em, but not like that man. That leads to where Rufus is, yo. C'mon -- let's get yew all nice'n'pretty...." And in saying so, he plunked the host down and into the chair. He didn't let go of the host, though.
"Nao, are we gonna do this the easy way, or the way that leaves yew without Fluffy fer a week?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 8:10 pm
Damn! Called it...
"But I didn't -drink- any yet..."
Clearly, by the sound of his voice.
"I still don't like it dude, or THEM or the campers and even YOU turned against me! Some right-hand man.....man."
Plunked in the seat, Chris started to try and get up...but immediately sat still upon threat of chiapetnapping.
"...Y-you wouldn't!"
Oh yeah, yeah he would. Chris knew Chef could and would take Fluffy away if he really wanted to. And no amount of hostwhining or hosteyes would get his Fluffy off the really -tall- shelf Chef used to hide things.
Maaaaaan....
"...fine. But I STILL don't like it.
And there would be revenge. Such sweet revenge.
"Hrmph, at least on -me- it'll actually look good. Everything does."
...At least his ego was still functioning?
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