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 Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:42 am
Beached? Oh no no, these sharks were smart enough to not -beach- themselves.
....Well huh, if she was offering herself up, why not? One shark a certain firestarter might recognize swam forward, quite eager to take the camper up on her offer. Mister McLean had -never- said anything about mauling a WILLING contestant.
It wasn't meant to be however. After the tiniest of a nibble (not even enough to cause some bloodshed) the shark immediately released with what one could swear was a disgusted look on it's face.
UGH, unwanted drama-starters
Flicking their tails to splash her with as much water as possible, the sharks turned and left. Why give her what she wanted?
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:52 am
Lorna watched them leave, a small smirk on her face and pulled a towel out of her bag and wipped the sauce off, she was sad they didnt want to attack her but hey, no harm to her was a good thing rigt? Now its just waiting till the boat left to take her home.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 1:48 pm
 Aw, geez. Abigail sniffled, blinked, and squirmed in her clothes, trying not to let her nose drip or scratch at the patches of bug bites scattered under her fur. Stupid skunks. Stupid cabin. Stupid bugs. Stupid camp.
The skunk spray was still making her eyes puffy, and Abbie didn't know if her nose would ever be the same again. It seemed to be alternating between two extremes of smell, either numb to all scents or oversensitive to the faintest whiff of a gnat's fart, so to speak.
All that on top of all the other little things she'd been holding in. The bamboo-marked Audio was upset at herself for not being so incapacitated that she couldn't help out her teammates, and even more so for not taking advantage of the myriad cameras around camp to raise awareness for pandas. Abigail felt like quite the failure. "I guess it's only suitable that I've got a ticket on the failboat." She glanced around in the darkness, hoping someone had prepared her bags for the trip and that she wouldn't have to leave her things behind.
Her shoulders sagged. Much of the contents of her bags would need to be thrown out, since they had soaked in water and perfume far too long and hadn't been aired out in time to keep off the spots of dark mold that now fed on her favorite shirts. Wonderful. First skunk spray, then perfume, and now the salvageable bits would get to smell like bleach for weeks, no matter how much detergent and fabric softener she used.
She supposed, at least, that going home wouldn't be so bad. After all, Abigail Lu wouldn't be able to help out the pandas or anyone else if she were lying in bed all day with her health down the toilet. Oh man... she sure hoped her parents' insurance would cover the medications for all the new allergies she'd discovered...
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 10:41 pm
 Unsettled by the wakeup call, Ariel wandered down to the docks. Taking care not to let any appendages hang over the side, she stared down at the water, mind racing. Stole him? Stole who? Chef? Who the hell could steal Chef, even if they WANTED to? Watching the fish and the shadows of what she figured were probably sharks, she was deep in thought and completely oblivious to anything around her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:07 pm
If Ariel raised her gaze, she could see a rowboat out on the lake. It was... really out of place. One of the audio in it was a lady, wearing a lacy skirt and holding a bright yellow umbrella. There was a white trim around it, making it rather stupid to use if it rained -- but all it did was block the sun, as well as the view of who else was with said lady...
From the water, something stirred.
There wasn't anything out of the ordinary, I mean the reeds didn't look at all susp--
Wait, those reeds weren't there before!
As she started to rise, the reeds tilted and pointed towards her and darts shot out of them! Thankfully they missed! Ariel stood up and turned before running and crashing into an intern that snuck up behind her. The intern was still soaking wet, and... dressed like a ninja? What the hell Chris.
The ninja!intern slipped a muzzle over her mouth, following it with a burlap bag. She was then lowered into the water, born by swimming ninja interns to the boat where she was placed and rowed away.
At the docks, the ninja intern looked around before pulling out a bottle of Febreeze. The area was soon smelling like chemically produced rain water, which smelled right at home at the docks. The intern finally jumped into the water and swam away, hoping that the sharks were on their union break.
(( 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. ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 6:48 am
 Serena came to the docks after her daily duties in the kitchen. She was completely unaware what had happened at these docks earlier, and of the drugged oatmeal. The announcement this morning had made her uneasy so she decided a nice trip to the docks to stare out at the water would help her relax. She didn't know what happened to make that kind of announcement but it had nothing to do with her. She thought she could stay safe at the docks for the day. At least, for now, since no challenge was issued during the announcement.
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