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| YES! DUH DUDE! |
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 Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:47 pm
 Well, damn, so much for going down easy! With a slight YIPE! at his lunge forward, Annabel was easily taken to the ground, not having expected him to move at all. Hitting the floor with a heacy THUNK- definitely loud enough to be heard outside- Annabel attempted to get at least a couple more darts into the host, for her own sanity and sake of mind. Hopefully, in his delirious state, he wouldn't put up that much of a fight- she'd already gotten him once, damn it!? Did he train himself over years on an immunity to stuff?! That was only supposed to work in The Princess Bride!
"OI. OUTSIDE!" She called, very much loudly and audible enough to be heard. "YOU KNOW HOW THE VILLAIN GIRL IN BOND ALWAYS SEDUCES HIM AND SCREWS HIM OVER AFTER GETTING ALL HIS SECRETS?!" There was a hint of laughter in her voice, now; mad, joyous glee at her victory.
"THAT s**t ACTUALLY WORKS! NOW GET YOUR a** IN HERE AND HELP ME MOVE THE BODY, YEAH? MAN, I'M A DAMN GOOD KISSER, AND ONE HELL OF AN ACTRESS. I THINK I NEED A HIGH FIVE FOR THIS."
(( I heart CHRIS, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:53 pm
WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? At the first shout, Ratchet bolted into the woods, but the rest of the yelling had called her back. Her ears perked, her jaw dropped, and she almost dropped the pick she was holding. Sure, stealing a kiss wasn't cool... But... Ohgod. Annabel... maybe had gone too far this time...she'd killed Chris. Crap. Crap crap crap. Well... she was good at digging. Whimpering, Ratchet poked her head into the RV, afraid of what she would see. "Annabel...?" she asked timidly, her fly-paper-covered body shaking a bit. "What happened here?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 10:04 pm
 Awh s**t. Tackling was awesome, but Chris didn't have enough of his coordination left to fend off further darts. The host's ears flattened and he whined at the darting and yelling, which suddenly seemed that much louder. Argh why she'd have to be so loud? And why did everything have to be so dark and spinny and...
What the eff was going on?
God damn his neck hurt, and his shoulder...and ffffff sudden colors...
Slumping, Chris simply lay on Annabel. Mentally he was struggling, flailing, and screaming to figure out what the ******** was going on. Physically he was simply whining and twitching occasionally.
...Yeah dudes, he was pretty effed up, and was probably going to pass out any second.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 10:15 pm
Without any fight left in the host, it was easy enough to crawl out from underneath him, leaving the poor body slumped on the floor. Had she not been planning this, she might've felt a twinge of guilt. But now? Oh gods, now she was on top of the world. Laughing gleefully when Ratchet entered the room, Annabel gave her friend a giddy wave, then gestured to Chris's slumped body on the floor.
"He FELL for it, man!" She cackled, wobbling a bit as she stood up. Still staring down at the defeated host, Annabel's tail was wagging full speed. Then, right there, she broke down into her arm-pumping, wing-flapping, scuba-diving victory dance. TAKE THAT, RAT b*****d HOST. TWO COULD PLAY THE DARTING GAME. Turning once more to Ratchet, Annabel held a hand up for a high five.
"How do you think p***y Galore sounds for a nickname? I think it's amazing. You're calling me p***y Galore from now on," she rambled gleefully, hand still up in desperate hope for a high five. God, apparently, when she won? Annabel was more mental than usual.
"You can be a Bond Girl, too! If you help me move the body, anyway. I may have just darted his sorry a**, but I'm not going to let him wake up on the floor. That's just not classy enough for p***y Galore."
(( I heart CHRIS, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 10:21 pm
The first thing Ratchet saw was that everybody had their clothes on. The second thing she saw was Annabel waving at her. "Hang on. Hang on. He's not dead? Ok. Phew." She attempted to not panic. Annabel had just darted the host, but he wasn't dead, so they'd probably be ok. Probably. Shaking her head and laughing, Ratchet decided to play along with it. God. They were probably going to get kicked off the island for this... but... yeah. This was worth it. "Ok, but I don't wanna be a Bond Girl," she said, slapping Annabel's hand before looking down at the prone Chris. "I'll call you p***y Galore if you'll call me Q. I'll grab his feet, and you grab him under the arms, and we'll... lock him in his bathroom. Is there, like, a chair or something we can grab in here?" She looked around for something to wedge under the door in case he woke up too soon.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 10:37 pm
"In the kitchen," she responded easily, moving to the other end of the unconscious host and wrapping her arms under his. Tail still wagging like a motorboat, Annabel was ready to hoist the host into the bathroom. Looking down at his face, Annabel took on a s**t-eating grin.
"You've gotta admit, Q," Annabel beamed, easily playing into the idea of their Bond names, "for a Rat b*****d creep, he's kind of cute when he's asleep. And not, you know. Making us miserable. Or maybe I'm just a sadistic b***h, I don't know." Crouching to the ground to be ready to lift with her weight, Annabel figured Ratchet would catch on- smart girl like that, ready to move and dispose of a body on command. Giving her the count till three once more, Annabel quickly lifted the host and moved as quickly and without awkwardness toward the bathroom, setting the unconscious body into the tub with relative ********, can we steal his bathroom?" She asked, looking around and giving an appreciative whistle. They were here, and he was out- why not take the time to really appreciate the place, when she wasn't under his scrutiny? Moving quickly out of the bathroom, Annabel stood in the hallway.
"Here's what we'll do. You grab the chair, wedge the door. I'm going to go mess with the TV's- you can do the kitchen while I do that. Then, we both go into..." she paused a moment at this, turning and waggling her eyebrows at Ratchet.
"THE BEDROOM~?"
(( I heart CHRIS, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 10:44 pm
"Right-o," Ratchet said, adopting a thick British accent, obviously fake. "I'll 'ave 'im locked in there tight as ol' Cookie's kitchen... no, wait. Tighter than that, I got in there no problems." She wedged the chair underneath the door handle, nice and tight. It would take some effort to escape, though it could be done. "'E's got tv...s? Plural? 'E 'as multiple tvs in 'ere? Wonder why." With a wild grin, she headed off to the kitchen. She'd fixed one kitchen here already; let's see what there was for her to play with in this one.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 10:49 pm
Pleased her friend had gone off to the kitchens to do her job- and in a terribly British fashion, at that, Annabel began to snoop about the viewing area, looking for... well, anything, really. If not? She was just going to go unplug all of the TV's.
...Maybe she'd still do that, actually. Heh.
(( I heart CHRIS, THE SEXY b*****d ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 10:56 pm
Securely locked up in the bathroom, Chris wasn't going to bother them anytime soon. Not that he really needed to be locked in, he was pretty out of it.
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Chris' kitchen didn't need any 'fixing'. At least to make it better. Where everything in Chef's kitchen had been second-hand, everything in the trailer was in tip-top shape.
...But then again, he really didn't have that much of a kitchen. With Chef-man cooking for him he really had no need for his own cooking area. The 'kitchen' of the RV consisted of a microwave, fridge (stocked mostly with water and a few chilled snacks), and cabinets containing a various array of snacks and supplies. The only other appliance was a coffee machine.
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In the viewing area, only one TV was on. This TV was playing somethi-----christ was that a Saw movie? It was currently on pretty low volume, musta just been for background noise while the host -had- been working here.
The couch had a few papers on it, but nothing overly interesting. Just looked to be some notes from the Producers with doodles on them depicting various torture scenes involving a pair of strangely shadowed out Audio. Hrm.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:02 pm
Distracted thoroughly from her searching of the room by the Saw movie, Annabel paused to stand and stare at the television. Huh. She and Chris, unfortunately, had similar tastes in horror flicks. Giving herself a moment to wat- okay, so it was more than a moment. Stepping back toward the sofa, she sat sown on it, engrossed in the film presented in front of her. Heh. This was a good part, too.
It wasn't till a moment later that Annabel noticed her sitting on the notes, and quickly stood up, a slight flush spreading over her cheeks. Moving to sit on an unpapered end of the sofa, she leaned over to collect the notes, scanning over the pages for anything of remote interest. Plans, challenges, anything that could help her team out.
...Had he been doodling on his papers? Snickering softly at the that, Annabel continued to pour through the pages, hoping to find something when she wasn't pressed for time. Anything juicy they could dig up while here? Oh yeah. She was definitely going to find it.
(( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:04 pm
Ratchet surveyed the scene, frowning a bit. She didn't really have the tools to properly mess with the microwave or refrigerator; however, that definitely didn't leave out ransacking the place. She went through the cabinets, looking for supplies, especially pens and paper, and snacks she could shove in her pockets and take back to the cabin to share with the team. Candy would be nice; sweet things were much appreciated by everybody. Hmm... did Chris have any marshmallows in here? "Oi, p***y Galore!" she called out into the main room. "Any munchies you 'ave favor for? The snack cabinet's loaded!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:10 pm
The doodles were humorous, and probably showed more of the -very obvious- hatred Chris had for the 'shadowy Audio'.
Unforunately the notes weren't useful. Just boring memos back and forth from Chris to the shadowy boardroom. The important notes were back on that table Annabel had originally found his to-do list on.
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Marshmallows? You bet! Chris loved them. A LOT. Most likely how they ended up as the item of 'survival' in this crazy game. There was a bag of marshmallows in the cabinet, ripe for the taking.
As for pens and paper there wasn't any of that in the kitchen, but on a nearby table one would find plenty scattered in his notes.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:17 pm
Ratchet grabbed the bag of marshmallows first, shoving it in the roomiest pocket she had, down by her knee. She wasn't sharing these with the cabin. These were just for her and Belbel, fifty-fifty. A few other unimportant packaged things... really, there wasn't anything that could compare to the marshmallows. "Oi, he's got marshmallows! Ours now!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:36 pm
Well, that sucked. Setting the notes down with a sigh, Annabel moved behind the TV's as best as possible, getting to work on unplugging all of the monitors. No surveillance meant that, at least for a while, they'd have some privacy on this damn island! Or something like that, anyway. Grinning as she worked steadily through the wires, Annabel paused a moment in her work at the sound of her friend's voice. ..MARSHMALLOWS, HOLY s**t. Cackling with glee and finishing pulling out the wires- good lot of 'em, there were- Annabel quickly dashed for the kitchen rounding the corner with a comical skid.
"God damn I could kiss 'ya, Q." Annabel grinned, walking into the kitchen and bumping the table. Glancing down, she blinked a bit. ...God, did he NEVER clean his trailer? Picking the notes up, she shifted through them, reading them over like a hawk as she had those in the living room. Still, though, she was amused- tail still wagging excitedly, she continued to read.
"But with how many mouths I've met- and especially considering who's its been- don't think you're too interested in that. So, we just got us some currency for this island, baby~" Annabel purred happily. JACKPOT, man.
p***y Galore, you were one sly contender.
(( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:47 pm
Well it wasn't the main hub of anything, but unplugging all of Chris' TVs was sure to annoy and frustrate him for a little while. Unfortunately the -main- surveillance went down in the editing room, and the interns working there could get in touch with Chris 24/7 to keep him updated.
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For the most part, Chris just never cleaned up his notes. Everything else seemed to be neat and tidy.
THESE notes were much more interesting. They were, however, not straight out notes about what was going on. No no no, Chris seemed to have gotten at least a bit smarter. He knew all too well that Annabel knew where his RV and the notes were, so leaving obvious things around was a bad idea.
Scattered through the notes were various tidbits that might be useful, if one knew what was going on.
In the forest, the music died...
But..what happens if we get an eight?
Then god help us all
19 years ago...
Interns flock at the mention of food, don't enter the woods with too much of it.
...Yeah, that wasn't very helpful.
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The last stop of their raiding party would end up being the bedroom. Most of Chris' room was occupied by his incredibly awesome bed, and his walk-in closet of doom. No, there was not a sign of his magical girl costume. Aside from various outfits and the bed there wasn't much of interest here. Some mirrors, some pictures, a chiapet Beaver watching over it all from a bed-side table...
At least the room was clean. No worries about walking in on underwear thrown around or anything here.
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