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 Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 2:18 pm
 Digged him? Taking a moment to let her brain process that thought, Annabel seemed terribly, horribly confused- then, with realization, her eyes widened and face went red. Stammering in utter embarrassment and humiliation, she seemed utterly at a loss for a snappy comeback. Flattening her ears, the girl quickly hopped to her feet- stumbling a bit as she moved to Chris, grabbing his uniform through the bars.
"I do NOT," she seethed, tone surprisingly quiet for the sheer amount of anger that seemed to have taken her. Each word- particularly the not- dripped with venom and hatred. At the very least, she wasn't moping anymore?
Good job Chris. Definitely got a reaction out of her.
"DIG YOU," Annabel snapped, jabbing him with a finger at this point.
"In fact, I think it's terribly clear that I DETEST you. ABHOR you, even! Dig? Like? NEVER," there was a growl, here, the fur on the back of her neck once more rising.
"I don't care what sick ******** fantasies you have of me and this goddamned prison, Officer McLean, but I'd appreciate it if you kept them you yourself!" She all but threw the fabric from her grip, then, leering angrily at him.
"Sick ******** Rat b*****d."
(( I heart OFFICER MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 2:24 pm
 If dark sunglasses weren't covering his eyes Annabel might have caught the glimpse of absolute -surprise- when he was grabbed. But, thanks to sunglasses and the ever present grin on his face she'd probably never know just how startled he had been.
He quickly got over it though, simply grinning in her face as she snapped words at him, and backed off just a few paces when she let go. Don't worry though Annabel, he was back at the bars pretty quickly!...And poking at her. Oh geeze.
"Youuu were the one going on and on about a nightstick..."
The taunting singsong voice was awkward enough coming from the host, but even -more- awkward when he was dressed as Officer McLean.
"Even your rockstar jailbird buddy caught on that time Belbel, so clearly -I'm- not the only one here ah...catching your drift hehehehehe!"Belbel and (Officer) McLean, sitting in a tree...
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 2:37 pm
 "Whatever you say..." he mumbled, eyes still a bit wide. Night stick.. Really. How could she not realize how that sounded?
Pawing at his hair again, he tried to tune out Chris annoying squeaky voice, and failed miserably. That combined with Annabel snarling at him again...
"For ******** sake. Can't we just sit here in peace for a few minutes? Chris, aren't you like... 30 or something? You've gotta be at least 10 years older than her. That's just creepy."
He glanced at Annabel now. "And really, snarking at him like that is just going to egg him on. He's like that boy that pushed you in the playground when you were five. He wants your attention." What was that? Insight from Axl? Well well. Who would have known.
Man. What he wouldn't give to be passed out like the other people in the cage right now...
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 2:42 pm
"There wasn't any drift to catch," she growled, still standing in frustration with her face flushed- though whether it was anger or embarrassment, one honestly couldn't say. She really actually HADN'T meant anything by the nightstick comments- her mind had drifted back to a certain encounter in the forest, and how much worse that could've turned out had Chris been wielding the nightstick. But now? Oh no. Those thoughts were long since gone, given way to the spitfire temper Chris now found himself facing.
"It's us being exhausted, and you being a sick ******** pervert with the mind of a teenager!" And on that last poke, her hand moved, catching Chris's by the wrist. Oh, he'd definitely gotten away with too many pokes- between now and earlier, she was really starting to hate the idea more and more. Sorry, Axl, but this needed to be taken care of. NOW. Far too egged on for her own good, the playground hair-pulling had worked.
"You know, Chris? You seem to be the one hung up on the idea of Bad Girl Belbel in Prison," she was... dropping to her knees at this?! Tone dangerously close to the one she'd used the day before in administering the darts, Annabel looked up to him, batting her eyelashes- just a hint of something in her gaze behind the anger. But still... she was holding onto his wrist awfully tight...
"Let's see how well you get off on THIS." And with that, she moved forward, chomping down on his paw as hard as she could.
(( I heart OFFICER MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 3:00 pm
"30? Dude NO."
Chris frowned, ears folding back a bit. 30? Pshhh no man, just -no-.
"I'm...25 dude. Sheesh. 'At least' 10 years older huh? Think again."
The host-warden continued to grumble even as his paw was grabbed. Hrmph, didn't bother him! It just further proved how much the girl digged him---
"YEOWWWWW!"
Chris -howled- in pain, struggling (rather unsuccessfully) to free his paw from the teeth of the camper. And...it was likely a good thing he could edit this footage before it hit the air, because -maaan oh man- was he letting out some curses.
Tossing the nightstick aside, Chris used his free paw to grab the megaphone.
"WARDEN HATCHET. I NEED YOU! OWWWWW ow ow ow DUDE THAT HURTS!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 3:05 pm
Even if her face was taking a few hits against the bars of the cage, Annabel's teeth were digging in to the captured appendage, face twisted maniacally in glee. Twenty-five? Twenty-five with HAND SCARS, if she had anything to say about it. There was a part of her mind- one that wasn't occupied with OHMNOMNOM CHRIS- that was calculating the difference between them. ...Seven years, huh. And he still acted like a retarded teenager. Grinding in just a bit harder, Annabel looked up to Chris smugly. Her words might've been muffled, but LORD it was obvious that whatever the hell she was saying, she was taunting him and enjoying it.
"WHASSA MAWWER, CHWIS? NOH QUIHE WHA YOU EXPECHED?" An extra little chomp, here, just for good measure. God damn, if he was calling in Hatchet to call her off, she was going to enjoy this while she could!
(( I heart OFFICER MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 3:14 pm
"Whatever, there's still a large gap, right......" he trailed off as Annabel grabbed Chris' paw and bit it. What. The. ********. Man, he'd been more dead on with his playground analogy than he'd ever thought.
He just stared a minute, then promptly got up and turned his back on them before sitting back down in the same position. "You know what? Never mind. I'm just going to shut up."
"Its not making a difference anyway. You two can scream and yell at each other and beat the crap out of one another. Whatever little kinky messed up thing you wanna do." He pulled his knees closer, staring out the tent at... freedom. Yeah. That's what the opening of a tent represented to him now. Freedom.
Humming loudly, he tried to ignore their squabbling.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 3:48 pm
If his paw wasn't being chomped on Chris would have had some witty retort for Axl. Or maybe taunted him about his rockstar status some more. OR SOMETHING.
"Really OWOWOW..regretting feeling bad for you dude. Now I'm GLAD you're stuck in that cage with OWWWWW her!"
Best he could do under the circumstances.
There was still a taunting god damn little camper attached to his paw via BITEY TEETH and it was -really really REALLY- starting to hurt. AND DAMNIT where was Chef-man?! Insta-Hatchet man, he was supposed to be at his side whenever he needed him! Well he needed him. NOW.
Okay...okay breathe Chris-mOWGODDAMNITan. There had to be a way to get her to let go! Um...h-how about taunting? Yeah! Forcing a grin on his face (though it was obviously strained and accompanied by twitching), the host looked down at his poor...poor mangled paw.
"T-taste good?"
Because -clearly- the reason she kept gnawing away is she liked the taste of him! Yeah!
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 3:59 pm
"Same goes for you," he mumbled, not caring if he was heard over the OWOWOW OWWWWW's or not. He doubted Annabel was going to attack him--what reason would she have for doing that?
...She was crazy though.
Shrugging, he resumed his quiet vigilance of the door. Maybe if he stared hard enough at the bars...
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 4:50 pm
It's better to be late than never. Chef was still shaking water from his boots as he stomped his way into the tent, fur bristling. "Chris-man! Ah told yew that ah was -- ooh. Ah see the interns followed directions fer once an' got it right." His tone dropped from snarling to pleasantries, bestowing a knowing smirk onto the campers.
"Though Chris-man," he added, "Ah think yew need to stop goading the campers. Just lookit! Yew'll never git 'er off! 'sides, isn't that the one that keeps comin' back for more and more?" He shook his head sadly. "Ah think yew got yo'self a stalker, man."
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 5:31 pm
"Tasehs like you wah me hoo leh go," She snarked, giving an extra bit of bite just for good measure. Honestly? Yeah, he tasted good. Probably because she was nucking futs, and he spent too much time caring for his hands. But god damn, this had to be humiliating for him, at the very least. Even when she heard Chef enter, she wasn't deterred from her chewing. A b***h with a toy, this one. Grinding her teeth in a little more at the accusation of stalker, Annabel rolled her eyes.
"Ahm noh a salher," a nice little twist here, just to make it a bit better. He provided the insult? She'd do the injury, thanks. Besides- he'd asked for it, going in and poking her. Hadn't he ever been told NOT to put his hands in cages? Dangerous animal cages, at least.
"I'm ah enhusiash, or somehin like hah. An he sharhe ih!"
...Oh yeah. Because THAT was a mature, reasonable response
(( I heart OFFICER MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 5:37 pm
The only thing that Axl had to be thankful about in all this, was that Chef had not also barged in wearing a cop uniform. The wannabe rockstar probably would have dissolved into a puddle of whimpering tears. He was already pretty damn close.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 5:46 pm
Ignore her. Ignore the awful pain in his paw. Chef-man would be in at any moment to get her the hell off hi---
GOD DAMNIT.
Chef-man didn't seem too sympathetic. Maybe...maybe he couldn't see his paw? Yeah! Of course, from behind this had to look -really awkward-. But surely his buddy would do something once he realized the considerable damage Annabel was doing! He had to briefly wonder if Annabel was part vampire or something crazy, by now his paw had to be dripping blood into her mouth. Mmm, tasty?
"Cmoooon man it's my OWWWWWGETOFFAME--job to t-torment them, you know that!"
Chris turned as much as he could, giving Chef the same twitchy smile he had given Annabel.
"W-we already know the girl digs me, but I didn't really want her BITING me! OWOWOWmanthisHURTS."
Ears flat Chris -whimpered- and tried again (to no avail) to yank his paw free. All it was doing was making it hurt more, damnit!
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 6:44 pm
"Aw c'mon man!" Chef growled, looking at the pair of them. "Yew don't know where that's been!" Of course, whether he was referring to Chris' hand or Annabel's mouth wasn't his call. He glanced at Chris' massive swivel chair and the chiapet on it. Good, so Fluffy was well... s**t. He really, really hoped Chris didn't give any of the campers a whiff of that. Having ONE Audio addicted to Audionip was bad enough!
Chef glanced at the campers held in prison, trying to gauge how they were coping.
...
Boring.
"What th'ell do you want me to do, Chris-man? Install a hamster wheel in with'em? Maybe some tubs for'em to crawl around and get stuck in?" That'd actually be pretty funny, come to think about it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 8:19 pm
Ratchet had been quiet most of the time, accepting her stay in the cage. She understood why they were in there, and felt bad for the other two, but secretly thought that perhaps they would all have ended up in here anyways. After all, this was for a challenge, and if not her and Annabel, then maybe Simon or somebody. After all, kidnapping Simon and letting Annabel know about it well -after- the fact would probably have been far more dangerous than just putting Annabel in a cage. And Annabel in a cage was pretty scary. Biting the host... as much as she disliked the man, perhaps biting him was a little too much.
Gently, she touched her friend's shoulder. "Um, Annabel? Maybe you should let go now. I mean... Chef's right. You don't know where that's been, and Wawanakwa isn't exactly the inside of an operating room." Besides, you're scaring me. "And besides, Chef is here now, and what if he whacks you one with the nightstick?" The speckled girl looked up at the cook's intimidating presence. He didn't seem too terribly happy about the host's paw being in some camper's mouth.
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