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'Jumped' was definitely the understatement of the year. No, when Annabel heard Mr. McLean's voice, she most definitely sprang- likely would've gone over the cliff, if she'd jumped forward instead of back. Finally turning to look at him, it was like she'd seen a ghost- trembling in horror, she remained there, frozen. Oh god, oh god, when had he gotten up here...?! Was he back to rub it in...?! This wasn't good. This was bad. Very bad, in fact. Already, she was starting to panic like she had last night, biting heavily on her lower lip to keep herself from saying anything.

When he spoke of his name being Chris and not Mr. McLean, she easily uncurled from her tensed pose- unfortunately, the tenseness was all that had been keeping her balanced, and she fell to the ground with a quiet thunk. Pulling herself up and off of the ground, Annabel quickly scrambled as far away from Chris as possible, watching him with weariness and fear.

...God, she looked horrible. Eyes wide with fear- and still heavy with exhaustion- the bruise, and the letters still scrawled... her appearance really was down in the dumps from where it typically was.

"...C-chris it is.." She mumbled quietly to herself, almost to confirm her ability to use the name.

The girl didn't even acknowledge his suggestion to go clean up, still uneasy and jittery around the man. Managing to force herself to sit down, she simply stared at him for a time, as if trying to process what the hell he was thinking about. Kicking the s**t out of her, then just... playing it off like nothing had happened?

She wasn't angry at him. Honestly, she couldn't bring herself to be- she'd been in the wrong trying to strip him of his shirt, and payback? Payback was certainly a b***h. Rather, she was trying to figure out how he'd let her go so easily- closing her eyes a moment to try and dissipate the headache brought on from her thinking, she crossed her legs, trying to put everything together.

"I- I really am... sorry, you know," Annabel meekly added, despite knowing it wouldn't do any good. Her voice, since she'd given it time to rest, was recovering- still hoarse and uneasy, but far more easily heard than it was last night. Opening her eyes to look at him, the girl still did look honest-to-god apologetic.

"That was... way out of line. I- I knew, and.. I'm sorry." Another uneasy shift, then.

"I-it's obvious I can't control myself around you, Mr. M- ..Chris. I don't know what it is, either, and I'm sorry. S-so from now on, I.. if you're going to want to keep up that act, I need to know what's in bounds. A-and I'm sorry, again."

..God, were this anyone, anywhere else, it'd almost sound like a confession of love. But not Annabel- this was admitting weakness. An apology.

At least, that's what she was telling herself.

"...Right.." she amended quickly, rising quietly from her spot on the rock. It was obvious that being here was just going to set him off again- not something she wanted to do while they were still on uneasy ground... or on the thousand-foot cliff. In a way, he was right- not having the challenge of figuring out how to ******** with the host would take a lot of the fun out of it. ..When he wasn't kicking her and leaving her out for the night, anyway. Pausing as she prepared to leave, she took one last look over the host, frowning.

...God, they both looked horrible today. Sighing quietly to herself as she crossed her arms, she simply waited. For what? God only knew, but Annabel couldn't quite bring herself to leave. Not yet, anyway.

"Consider it done, Chris," she added, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Almost seeming shocked at what she'd just said as a slight flush rose to her cheeks, Annabel turned quickly, this time heading off.

"E-enjoy your peace up here, Chris. Not being mean here, I honestly think it's all you'll get today." She turned, then, with a sad sort of smile.

"And I know it doesn't mean anything. Doesn't mean I'm not sorry about it or regretting it." More quietly- almost inaudibly, unless the host was really listening, she added.

"...It won't get that out of hand again."

And with that, she was off- spot officially confiscated, she had to find somewhere else to recover, at least a bit more. Her spirits were feeling a bit more up, yes, but that didn't mean she was ready to face Simon.

Not yet, anyway.

Ratchet snorted and shook her head violently. She shivered, and it wasn't from the cold. "Run? You kidding me? I think we're in this together, Miss Galore. If they're after either of us, they're after me. Remember when I was on the roof the other day? It was because of that project I'd started, the rainwater collector. I wasn't done, and I had the parts stowed. They're gone, man. Completely gone. My tools weren't, but all that work I'd done... I've got a worse feeling about this." Ratchet's ears were pulled completely to her head; the normally happy little Audio was worried, worried, worried.

"I'm sticking right here, unless you want to take off. I mean... they think I did it. You can, y'know, leave the beaver with me. I mean, they already suspect me doing something awful- to the point where they took down my project- and they left my tools. I'm probably gonna get kicked off this island or something; might as well take that beaver with me. And I won't say you took 'im."

Aww, how cute! There the two who started this whole thing off were, ready for anything. But, the main question really was this: were they ready for the group of interns that charged forward?

They tackled the two girls and pinned them down, struggling. In the course of the ensuring scuffle, three of the interns had black eyes, one had both eyes blackened, and all of them bore the bumps, bruises, and scratches that results from messing with chicks. One was even laid down flat with a thwack from one of Ratchet's trusty tools!

The girls would have had the upper hand had reinforcements not joined in. Using the power that only comes through sheer numbers, the interns managed to fit muzzles over both girls (while suffering from bitten fingers and ringing headaches from the noise they were making), as well as thick burlaps sacks. They quickly tied them up and fled, carrying the two off.

That wasn't all.

Another intern showed up and carefully swept the area free of remaining pawprints, then proceeded to spray Pinesol all over the place. Wow! That smells clean! It also smells like the rest of the surrounding area, making it impossible to track the two campers. If anyone did wish to follow them by scent, it would be as if they simply disappeared.


(( OOC Note: Demy and I have the consent of campers to do this. Unique RP opportunities like this will only be carried out like this if we have permission. If we do not have permission, we will not god-mod the campers in any way. ))