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 Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 9:01 pm
Evening had fallen over Camp Wawanakwa, and the dutiful interns (when not busy being the feral, grub-snatching creatures they were) had lit the bonfire in the ceremonial firepit. The campers from both losing cabins were slowly gathering, their minds filled with choices: who would they vote off tonight? It was a picturesque camp scene except for one thing: where was Chris?
The campers could easily see Chef stomping from god-knows-where carrying some strange lady in a short skirt and -- wait. Was that -- the Chef set the skirt-wearing Audio down and backed up, letting the Audio march forward towards the podium.
...This night would be right up there with the first night's performance by Edward and Bella. Freudians would have a hey-day with this.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 9:02 pm
Chris was quiet...the only reason being he had done so much -yelling- back at his trailer that he simply didn't have the strength in his voice to do any more bitching right now. Once set down the small Audio adjusted his rather short skirt and stormed up to the podium.
......God what happened to his hair? Though if anyone asked they'd likely end up missing a finger. The host folded his (very nicely clad in gloves..) arms and scowled at the campers. He was not happy. Not happy -at all-. One could almost feel the pure HATRED radiating off the host.
Today they had shown his scar, dressed him in this stupid outfit, and then they messed with his hair. If one looked they could see him shaking, though he was trying to steady himself.
"Let's just get this over with..."
The host grumbled, gesturing to the marshmallows next to him and going through the whole loser speech yet again. It was hurried, and spoken very low due to issues with his throat. But it wasn't likely anyone was listening to him anyway..probably too busy laughing.
"Just hurry up and vote already..."
FILL OUT THIS FORM
PM IT TO "LADY" CHRIS MCLEAN
Do not talk about your vote here. If you feel the need you can talk in the confessional later, but actual names of votes need to stay to PMs for the ceremony for added DRAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAA
You are however welcome to RP the suspense of having to vote someone off...but please don't chatter and chatter away in here. Thanks
Once all the votes are in (or enough to make a decision) I'll announce the losers and give them instructions.
Oh hey, by the way. You can only vote for someone -on your team-. Cause otherwise that'd be um....stupid.
Beavers are here, but only for public humiliation. Please don't send in votes if you're on Beaver-team.
One person from each losing team is going home. Sucks to be you~
You fill this out wrong, I'm not counting your vote. It's really -easy- dude. Camper Name: ....Your name dude.
Team: There's a friggin lot of you guys, I can't keep up :/
Voting For: Who you want to leave dude
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 9:31 pm
 There was no point in coming to the Fire Pit tonight, other than arrogance and laughing- still, Annabel was wearing her trophy, grinning from ear to ear in a brilliant mood. Anybody with common sense who'd done what she done- well, scratch that. Nobody with any common sense, knowing what she knew, would've attacked the host as she had. Even more, they wouldn't have dared show up at the ceremony tonight, as overly confident as cocky as she was. Really, the girl needed to be knocked down a peg.
Annabel had waited, patiently, until the host arrived- her tail had been swishing slowly, but the second Chef brought the host in? It'd gone off with all the speed of a Jack Rabbit on concrete in Texas in the summer. Her grin was once more manic at this point; even in his state of utter misery, she'd given him a thorough once-over, admiring that he looked absolutely ho-
NO. BAD. NOT THINKING THAT, ABSOLUTELY NOT.
They'd won, and he'd been humiliated. That was all that mattered. Sobered slightly from her descending madness by the nature of her straying thoughts, Annabel rose the second voting was being called, turning away from the host. It was likely there would be hell to pay- so long as Chris didn't incur the Producer's wrath any more, they were going to be the host's free game.
But that didn't matter. Oh no. Tonight, she had her victory. Flicking her tail as she turned to head off, Annabel vowed that she would enjoy the degradation the host suffered tonight.
Her inevitable end? She could worry on that another day. For now, she had a victory to celebrate with Simon.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 9:36 pm
 Axl hadn't been paying much attention, really. He was tired of ending up here already. So he sat on his stool and tapped out a drum beat on his thigh, looking up at the darkening sky. Who to vote for this time...
So it took him a moment to notice Chris was at the podium, especially with his low voice. It was a snicker here and there that caught his attention. HIs ear flicked and he looked up--and his eyes went wide.
What the ******** was that?! Oh god. A snicker crept into his throat. Maybe this was satisfying after all... He was about to break into full blown laughter and catcalls when he noticed the host's hair.
... It was purple, man. Purple. Purple was pretty cool for a clothing choice, but it was terrible for a hair colour. On guys any way. His cackle died before it ever reached the air and he cringed. Ouch, Host-man. Ouch.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:01 pm
 She didn't like this anymore she looked at Chris in shock , she hated what happened to the Gull camp , but he really didn't deserve this. Ok maybe a little bit of it , but not the shaving and the silliness of it. Marina saw Annable, she quickly looked at Chris " So do we get to vote her off" she glared at her. She had no right being here , and Marina was sick of her.
She didn't really mean it , even if she could vote the annoying attention seeker , she was still following her plan. She then put on her game face as she listened to 'I like it' from the 'Dixie Chicks'.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:05 pm
Axl looked over at the girl from his cabin that had spoken. "Hm? Vote who off? If you have some good ideas on who to vote off, I'm all ears. I have no idea."
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:07 pm
 ((Dunno how Marina knows what Annabel did, besides maybe pulling off Chris' teal shirt but whatever, rolling with it~)) "Dude, are you dense or something?"
Chris snarked from his podium. He was in no mood, but he wasn't about to pass up a chance to tell one of these damn campers off. ANY of them at this point.
"If you had been -listening- to me rather than whatever thoughts were running through your head you'd probably realize you have to vote for someone actually on your team. DUH DUDE. Is it really -that- hard to understand?"
The host coughed, scowling more. Stupid campers. Stupid questions. Stupid outfit. Stupid producers.
The host barely cast a glance at Annabel as she left. Oh he'd be getting that shirt back -and- a bit of revenge. Just you wait...
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:09 pm
As Chris spoke, and Axl realized who Marina meant, he frowned, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Wait, wait. You want to vote off a Beaver? You might not like the chick, I'm guessing for reasons I don't know, but you can't vote someone off another team. I think you'd know that since we ended up here last time..." Sheesh.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:19 pm
Marina looked straight ahead with out taking any of the words of others in " She shouldn't be here" she said with a deep coldness. She saw her walk off , but still it bugged her. She was now just waiting to write a name down.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:22 pm
"....you're making no sense. -All- of you were invited to this ceremony. Really, pay attention dude. Duh."
Not that he particularly wanted anyone else here, but it was Producer's orders that -all- the teams participated in this. Beavers were allowed to watch, and Gulls and Sharks had to vote someone off. Helps to pay attention!
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:23 pm
Axl rolled his eyes. "A lot of people shouldn't be here," he retorted. "Doesn't mean we get to decide for the other teams."
Getting up, he grabbed a piece of paper and vote down who he was voting for and handed it to Chris.
"... Sorry about your hair, Chris. That's brutal, man," he murmured just so the host could hear.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:33 pm
Chris' ears flicked back and the host bit his lip. His hair man, his awesome hair! Messily dyed purple and in this hairstyle that just wasn't as nice as his usual look . Ughhh, why, why WHY?
He murmured back,
"Thanks Rockstar"
It wasn't sarcastic, for once. Chris was either too tired to taunt or being -sincere- for once.
Gasp.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:34 pm
 Bobby was still torn between wanting to laugh and actually feeling bad for Chris. So his facial expression remained neutral as neither emotion won out.
Bobby voted and promised himself that this would be the last time, for a long, while that the Gulls would lose a challenge. He knew that because of all of the insanity in their cabins, no one had been sleeping well, and that was making everyone edgy.
Rembering what happened during the last ceremoney, Bobby remained at the campfire this time, waiting for the oucome.
As he wandered to the edge, to fade back into the shadows, his eyes fell on Kelly. Before the night was over, he would hand her his invitation and then put his plan into motion.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:39 pm
 Kelly was getting tired of always coming to the firepit to vote someone on her team off. Granted, there was no love lost between her and those voted off (hell, some she didn't even know!), but it was a major kick to the pride to have lost three times in a row due to sheer laziness or being a chickenshit from some of her teammates.
She had looked at Chris askance when he had been toted up to the podium. She had heard the screaming (who hadn't?) but having not been a part of the Beavers team she had no idea what they had done to their snarky host. This...was a bit much, wasn't it? Even the hazing of freshmen wasn't this bad and her high school was filled with jocks who loved to prove their worth by degrading and demeaning anyone lower on the social ladder than they were. She gave a slight grimace at the badly colored hair and the outfit before scribbling down the name of an Audio from her team who surprise surprise was not there participating. She walked up to Chris and gave him her vote. She decided to not say anything or look at him with pity. She was pretty sure he wouldn't appreciate it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:42 pm
As Kelly was headed back to her seat, Bobby sidled up next to her and handed her a note.
He smiled charmingly at her and strode back to the shadows, hoping to get a marshmallow.((See your PM))
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