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 Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 9:52 pm
 Axl just sat quiet, that is, until Chris came over and poked Annabel. What the hell. He'd just told Annabel to leave the host alone, and now he pokes her? Hell, if she screamed at him then, he couldn't say he would exactly blame her.
"Chris. Seriously. Don't provoke her into another screaming fit. She finally shut up." He gave the host a pointed look. "If she starts again, I'll sing." Yeah, that was a weird thing to say, but the host had already revealed to him that he'd heard Axl sing before. He'd get the meaning.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:12 pm
 "Hmrph."
No reaction, -and- now Axl was telling him to stop. HRMPH.
"You'd think a big Rockstar such as yourself would want to take every opportunity to sing."
Smirk tugging at his lips once more, Chris stepped away from the cage. He moved over to the tent-flap to glance outside...though apparently nothign of interest was out there because it wasn't too long before he walked back across the 'room' towards his chair.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:18 pm
 Muttering something unintelligible under her breath, Annabel closed her eyes, shifting a bit in an attempt to get comfortable. No sense in staying up with nobody to talk to- Chris was likely just going to annoy her and Axl would snap. Steadying her breathing to a more even rate, and managing to genuinely calm herself down, Annabel worked at drifting to sleep. All they had to do was wait, really- Serena, Ozzie, or Simon- hell, SOMEBODY from the team- would be here to save them eventually.
She just... had to be patient, was all. Not kill Chris or anything.
(( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:40 pm
Quiet? Sleeping? In PRISON? On -HIS WATCH-?
Not gonna happen dude~
Chris grabbed something, keeping it concealed until he walked back to the part of the cage closest to Annabel. It was only when he unveiled what he picked up that anyone would realize just how much this day was going to suck.
"WAAAAAAAAAKE UP!"
He added in an extra BLAST of the megaphone for good measure before moving it away from his mouth so he could smirk down at Annabel. Heh, let's see her sleep now!
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:45 pm
With a horrible YIPE! of terror, Annabel all but flew off of the wall, thunking onto the ground in a terribly ungraceful way. Oh. My. God. She was going to KILL him. MURDER. Gritting her teeth and convincing herself not to turn and start screaming at Chris, Annabel put her mind somewhere else- ANYWHERE else, honestly. Rubbing her ears in an attempt to put some feeling besides pain back into them, she turned and gave Ariel a sad sort of smile.
"Christ, and I thought I was loud." Just... just keep laughing. Make bad jokes. Don't think about the fact that you're stuck in this cage with Warden McLean, and this day could get over with pretty quickly.
...God, who was she kidding. She was going to DIE.
(( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 9:40 am
Hrm. Wasn't working. -Damn-.
He'd get to her yet though. HE WOULD. He was stuck waiting here until the other campers made it here or simply -failed- trying to do so. So..
Well...why not make the best of it? A rather wicked grin spreading across his face, Chris turned.
...And left the tent. Huh.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 9:41 am
He just gave Chris a glare and turned away, setting his head back down. He was alone in this, unlike Annabel and Ariel. Hell, Ratchet was their friend too, it seemed. Somehow, knowing that he was alone just made it worse. The kid from his team was still passed out, and its not like he knew him anyway. He just hoped his teammates came soon.
Head still in his lap, he ran his hand over his hair, almost sulking it would seem. That is, until Chris blew that goddamned megaphone. Axl's head snapped up and he fixed the megaphone with a withering glare. "I swear," he muttered. "I'm going to find who invented those goddamn things and shoved one up their a**." Perhaps he'd shove Chris' up his too... That thought made him smirk. Unrealistic or not, it was fun to think of.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 10:04 am
She couldn't help but, at the very least, give a small laugh at Axl's quiet comment. Keeping her humor under wraps, however, Annabel sat up, dusting herself off in an attempt to look less defeated. No, she wasn't going to fret over her looks when Chris was in the room, but when he left? God yes she was going to look decent. Thinking back, she realized that shower she skipped for the morning? Yeah. Definitely should've taken it. Lord, if captivity didn't make you appreciate little things- even the dinky Wawanakwa showers were sounding rice right about now. Muttering under her breath as she teased a hand through her hair, Annabel sighed. God. At least McLean wasn't here to laugh at them, right now.
...s**t, where had he gone to? Looking around, Annabel wondered where the hell he'd gotten off to. They were perfectly ripe for taunting- he wouldn't just up and leave them, when he still had a full day of torture ahead. That just wasn't in his style!
...As much as she honestly wished it was.
(( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 10:48 am
 "ALRIGHT LOW LIFES LISSSSSTEN UP!"
In true record costume change style, Chris walked back in...oh s**t was that a cop outfit? G-guys....if you haven't written up wills yet, you might want to use those granola wrappers to get one started.
Twirling a nightstick in one paw and holding the megaphone in the other, the host-turned-warden continued on.
"My jail MY rules! There will be no bad-talking the host. No eating unless I feel -kind- and give you a granola bar, and above all..."
He strolled over, banging the nightstick against a row of bars as loud as he could possibly manage.
"NOOOOO SLEEPING!"
He snickered, pacing in front of the caged campers.
"Feel free to whine and complain all you want, you are in -prison- afterall MAGGOTS. Hehehehehe!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 11:04 am
Axl just stared. He stared and he stared some more. A blink, and then more staring. Well, if that wasn't the creepiest thing he'd ever seen... He was never going to trust a policeman again. Ever. Eveeeeeeerrrr.
And yes. That megaphone was going to go up his a**. As soon as he was out of the cage. Possibly the night stick too. Sideways. Mhmm.
"Jesus christ..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 11:18 am
"I think Jesus Christ just about covers it" Annabel gawked, unable to come up with anything wittier at the sight of Officer McLean. From whatever she'd been doing, her hands awkwardly hung in the air, stuck between covering her eyes or smacking her forehead in embarrassment. The more and more she thought about it, the better it sounded to have this damn program's costume budget go towards safety than costumes. Not that it was likely to happen, but hey. A girl could dream. Gaping for a few moments in sheer confusion and awe, Annabel swallowed heavily.
"I'd hate to be on the receiving end of that nightstick."
...s**t, HAD SHE SAID THAT OUT LOUD?!
(( I :HEART: OFFICER MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 11:22 am
Chris snickered. FINALLY! Some reactions! Ha ha little campers, Officer McLean's got ya now---
...The host blinked, twitching an ear at the nightstick comment. Dude, -wow- that could be taken any variety of ways. Some of which threatened to make him start grinning again...for an entirely different reason.
"Aww little jailbird Belbel, you so sure about that? Hehehehe!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 11:36 am
If Axl had been drinking or eating, he surely would have choked on it at that night stick comment. Another "Jesus Christ!" exploded from his mouth, and now he stared at Annabel.
"Maybe you should just... be quiet for a bit," he said slowly, really not sure what to say to that. "You, um, seem to have a knack for saying things that come out very very wrong..."
Man. Axl just wanted peace and quiet. He couldn't even sulk in peace here.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 11:55 am
"....What?" Blinking in utter confusion- obviously at least a bit deranged from the intern-mobbing and the lack of sleep- Annabel scowled slightly, trying to figure out what the hell she'd said. Giving him a shrug and shaking her head, she figured it must be the lack of sleep getting to all of them. Or something. She smiled, at the very least, very weakly.
"What? 'm just being honest," Annabel added, still not looking back at the grinning host. Theory? Still working on ignoring him, thank you. Scratching a bit at an ear, she continued.
"I get that he's out to make us miserable, but seriously- that thing looks like it'd hurt. I know when to not ******** with somebody- especially with a weapon like that- so no worries. He won't be making it worse for you anytime soon."
.......She really was kind of mental.
((I heart OFFICER MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 12:00 pm
Annnd there it was. That crazed host grin with just a hint of embarrassment. OH ANNABEL. Wonders never cease with you.
Strolling over (and offering another loud BANG to the bars via nightstick) Chris calmly leaned against the bars. That manic grin was turned right on Annabel. Really? Did she have -any clue- what she was saying?
"Awww, I always knew you digged me Belbel."
Tail wagging behind him Chris continued on. Really, this was just -too perfect-.
"Shame you're such a bad girl, though who knows...maybe it'd work out. Hehehehe!"
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Axl just sat quiet, that is, until Chris came over and poked Annabel. What the hell. He'd just told Annabel to leave the host alone, and now he pokes her? Hell, if she screamed at him then, he couldn't say he would exactly blame her.
