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 Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 12:23 pm
 Suddenly sitting up from her gnawing once more, Annabel turned to face Chris, staring at him curiously. A few blinks, with an entirely unreadable expression. But clearly, something was going on in her mind- some sort of crazy thought or another. Ears suddenly pinning in annoyance and mouth drawing up into a scowl, Annabel waved Ratchet's paw at Chris, for some reason or another seemingly suddenly pissed off. Why? God only knew, poor campers.
"Mister Darcy! Miiiiiiister Darcy!" She called, still staring directly at Chris- who apparently, in her mind, was now the perfect Mister Darcy. Didn't like the name? Dreadful shame. She didn't seem to be faking sanity any time soon, and the lack of a filter was here to stay. Annabel attempted to get up for a moment, but once more was stopped by Ratchet's arm not detaching itself from her body to follow. Damn chewtoy. Whining slightly as she shifted back to her former position, the girl kept her focus on Chris- seemingly done trying to move, she flicked her ears.
"Why do you not have a cravat? For an English gentleman, you're giving off... a horrible image. You must be mad, going out in public without it. Stark raving mad! Your lack of appreciation for standards of... ...standards of standards! Yes. That's it. ...Has left me livid! Irate! There shall be no sex for you tonight, in fact. I believe I shall take better company with Raoul!" She huffed, then, turning to look about the cage for a moment.
"...Where IS Raoul?"
(( I heart OFFICER MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 1:08 pm
 He took the chalk, but he didn't look very happy about it. In fact, he looked pretty dejectedly at it. What the ******** was an imaginary line gonna do? He was pretty damn sure if she wanted over the line, she was gonna just step right over.
"Can I at least have earplugs then?" he muttered as he sat down and drew a line. He made sure one of the water bottles was in it, and at the last second, Asher too. If the line was gonna work... He might as well try to save his sleeping teammate too. Now he just sat back and tried to ignore Annabel. It was so so so very hard.
... Right now though, he had to say he was glad she'd pegged him as Gatsby instead of Raoul. That would have been very awkward indeed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 9:57 pm
Asher was slowly stirring back to life. If there was one thing that he had learned in his time here, it was how to sleep through anything. He had had a funny dream too. It involved horror movies, various books, cops, and a lot of shouting. Huh.
Groaning, Asher rolled onto his side. Wow, the cabin sure was colder than usual. He shivered and curled his tail around himself for warmth. Maybe somebody had left a window open last night. Funny how everything that had happened last night seemed so fuzzy and distant.
It wasn't until he groped around for a blanket, eyes still shut tight, did Asher notice something was wrong. Everything his paws could reach felt way too hard and cold. Even the low quality bunks in this camp were usually softer than this.
Asher's eyes snapped open. "Whatsgoingon?" he blurted, not even taking a moment to let his eyes adjust. There was a glow coming from the side. It appeared to be a bunch of TVs. Upon further inspection he could see through the bars that they were in fact monitors of some sort. Wait, what? BARS? He bolted upright and looked in every direction. BARS!? WERE THEY IN A CAGE?!
Bewildered and at a loss for words, Asher peered at his other cellmates. Clearly they had all waken up before he had, because none of them appeared to be in shock. Of course Axl looked angry, but unshaken by the bizarre surroundings. And boy were they bizarre. Was that girl really chewing on somebody?
Speechless, Asher made no effort to move now that he was sitting upright. He wondered vaguely if he was still dreaming. Perhaps if he hadn't been so distracted with the fact that he was locked up with four other campers, Asher would have asked why a chalk line was separating him and Axl from the other three. Although, the answer would have probably made as much sense as anything else here.
It was going to be a long day.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 10:18 pm
Yeah, yeah, he looked a bit angry, but that was to be expected. It was by no means unreasonable. Nuh uh, not at all.
When he noticed that Asher had waken, he nearly cried out in happiness. Finally! Hopefully someone that was sane! "Well, hello Rip Van Winkle," he said, talking low in hopes not to draw Annabel's attention to them. "'Bout time you woke up. We've been, uh, Audionapped. Some sort of challenge, or something."
He cast a sideways glance at the still nomming Annabel. "And uh. A word of advice. Stay behind the chalk line. That chick is crazy."
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 4:07 pm
"Hi, wait who?" Asher replied. Clearly it was directed at him, but Asher had entirely missed the abundance of literary references moments earlier. Not that it would have mattered, he never was very book smart. Well he wasn't really that smart in any sense really, but that wasn't the point.
"Audionapped? Hm," he paused. Just what sort of challenge involved locking five unsuspecting campers in a cage? "These challenges just keep getting weirder and weirder."
"Oh, okay," Asher said, obeying Axl and making himself comfy behind the line. Well as comfy as one could get inside of a cage anyways. Axl seemed to have the most sense out of all the caged campers, and besides, he was the only one that Asher knew personally. He made a mental note to do as Axl said, they were on the same team after all.
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