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 Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 1:39 am
 Marina understood the vote , and in a sence was happy that she didn't get voted off for her blow up , but 'wow' there was one camper who slid by three challenges and really no one knew him.... she let it go, maybe he would start to show some personality in the next couple days. " Well gulls , its time to get back in the swing of things" she said with a smile and walked back to the fire place near her camp, since camp was still unbearable.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 10:58 am
 Nicky was sad to see another member of their team get kicked off, but also happy it wasn't him. He stood, leaving the firepit, wondering just where he would go.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:31 pm
There was something just... wrong with the picture. There wasn't a smirking smug b*****d behind the podium. Chef just didn't cut it as a host, and by his sour look even he wasn't happy to be here either. He stood next to Chris' podium with his arms crossed, trying to suppress the urge to raise his hackles and snarl at the campers before him. "A'ight," he began, "Since none of yew was smart enough ta figure that challenge out, ALL of yews is here." He seemed to take some delight in that -- his tail swished! But then any trace of merriment was gone, and Chef didn't seem too happy about something. He had a huge plate of marshmallows next to him, so it seemed that everyone who survived the voting would get at least something for their efforts. And if someone didn't show up and vote -- too bad! "Yew know what to do. Hurry up'n'vote so ah can pass these out. If yews leave right after votin', don't come cryin' to me sayin' that yew don't have a marshmallow." ---- FILL OUT THIS FORM
PM IT TO CHEF HATCHET
ANY PMS TO CHRIS WILL NOT COUNT. SERIOUSLY. DO NOT PM CHRIS OR I WILL POINT AND -LAUGH-.
Do not talk about your vote here. That's what the Confession Cam is for.
You can RP waiting for the votes and going to cast your vote, but if your character ICly leaves before the votes are turned in, you won't get your marshmallow. You honestly want to hang onto these -- trust me.
Also, vote for someone on your team and ONLY on your team. If you've forgotten what team you're on, check the first page of this thread. Voting for someone NOT on your character's team will give me a chance to laugh at your inability to read. =D
A total of THREE people will be voted off of Wawanakwa.
Also, if you fill this vote out wrong? I'm not counting it. No backsies or redos. Once you vote, it's final.
[b]Your Camper's Name:[/b]
[b]Your Team:[/b]
[b]Camper Being Voted Off:[/b]
--Edit-- Yes, Chef's running this. Don't like it? Too bad. :v
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:43 pm
 Well, that'd sucked. She'd definitely over-thought this thing- instead of trying to be crazy, Annabel had figured Chris's Rat Bastardry would shine in making the path shockingly ordinary. Or something along those lines. Either way, what'd sounded great in her head? Not so much so in practice. Sighing as she padded up toward the Fire Pit, Annabel paused to look over her shoulder, waiting for Simon. Ever since last night... alright, so maybe she was a bit clingy. But god damn, the boy was adorable, and maybe she was selfish in wanting to show him off. Cupping her hands to her mouth, she called back.
"HEY! TIGER! I'm going to go ahead and grab us seats- catch up already, slowpoke!" And oh god, was she giggling again? Shaking her head to dispel the sudden overtaking girlishness, Annabel quickly headed on to get two seats, taking hers with a wagging tail. They'd failed the challenge, yes, but... she just honestly couldn't bring herself to be upset. They'd all given it a damn good try, and Chris was pretty nucking futs- probably hadn't WANTED anyone to win, knowing him. But god... three campers home?
This just felt like it was going to be bad. Flicking her ears once more, Annabel sighed. Man. Maybe she should be worried..
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:48 pm
Eyes narrowed, Lucifer sat with his arms crossed, a glare. He was NOT in a good mood, someone was seriously getting chomped by a shark.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:51 pm
 Being in a gator's mouth was definitely not the most pleasant experience in his lifetime, but knowing who was running the show it was altogether unsurprising. He was also, admittedly, a little proud that he had gotten as far as he'd managed to in that challenge even if he didn't end up netting his team a win. Being a nervous wreck had actually helped him for once, who'd have thought? It made his mood a little brighter than it might have been otherwise...
...and then there was Annabel, to put some extra frosting on the cake. He gave her a cheerful wave and threw a little extra spring in his step to catch up to her. Sure, his reckless speed ended up with him tripping over a rock and landing flat on his face with a soft thump, but he got back up and dusted himself off with his smile none the dimmer for it.
A moment later he'd sat down next to her, offering some reassurance in the form of an arm around her waist.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:51 pm
Ratchet was feeling like utter crap after the disastrous river crossing. Not because she got chomped; she'd gone so close to the end of the challenge that she hadn't been in the gator for long, and not entirely because her team lost- after all, they'd had a much better run than any of the other teams. But somebody had warned that alligator. It was wearing a mouth guard, meaning she couldn't poke at it at all. At least none of her tools had gotten eaten. Following behind Annabel and Simon, she hung back as Annabel bounded ahead and saved two seats, one for her and one for... well, for Simon. Erm. This was the tricky bit of social interaction; while it was great that Simon and Annabel were a thing or whatever, it made her a third wheel. And Ratchet knew that third wheels were only useful in advanced pulley systems. This was definitely not an advanced pulley system. She looked around, pretending to be distracted until somebody else she felt comfortable enough with to sit down next to came along. She didn't want to intrude.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:52 pm
 Serena made her way over to cast her vote then sat down near her team. She looked rather.. well unlike Serena. She looked rather sad but she glanced over at the gulls team, hoping to see her friend over there would survive this vote. She hoped she would survive as well. She looked at the fire. She didn't feel like she would stay after the terrible way she had been. She just wanted to get this over with and go back to where she felt safest.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:55 pm
Marina was also in a bad mood and made her vote fast with no hesitation.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:55 pm
Noel hadn't planned on seeing Lucifer at the fire pit. It just so happened he did... and promptly attached him self to Lucifers tail. The motion was so fast if you blinked you'd have missed the zooming Lucifer. Noel just clung on like a koala and smiled.
"Lucifer ~ " He chimed.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:57 pm
Ripley sighed as he fidgeted in his seat. It was disheartening that his team was back in the ceremony. Though...everyone was here tonight. Chris and Chef had most certainly won that challenge.
He decided quickly who he would vote for...choosing someone from his cabin was not fun. He liked his team. He also quickly cast his vote.
Moving quietly, he went to sit near where his team seemed to be grouping to wait for the results.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:59 pm
She couldn't help but giggle, slightly, when Simon tripped- not at his expense, mind you, but just that it was so Simon. Trying to look away as a blush colored her cheeks, she simply waited for him to arrive. When he did, of course he sat by her- wrapping an arm around her waist in a slightly possessive way. Nuzzling into the crook of his arm, she sat a moment, content to simply there with him.
...Oh, s**t. Except for the part where she needed to vote. Slapping her forehead with a slight groan, Annabel quickly hopped up, heading off to cast her vote quickly. They'd be stuck here for a while, most likely, if all the teams had to get in and vote. Might as well get this over with so she could be comfy with her Tiger. Quickly scratching down a vote on the paper and turning in her ballot, Annabel turned to hurry back, just barely passing Ratchet on the way. Elbowing her friend with a sit-eating grin, Annabel gestured with a nod of her head for her to follow.
"OI! Ratchet! I know we're kinda cuddly, but you don't have to be a stranger, you know! Come on, sit with us!" Standing up, still with her friend, she waited to go back- Simon, after all, hadn't cast his vote yet. No sense in sitting down when he'd just be right back up to put in his form.
"Sucky challenge, though. Jesus christ, if I never see another alligator's mouth, it'll be too soon."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 9:00 pm
"What the--"
Oh, it was Noel. Well, he supposed that improved his mood a bit, at least he tail wasn't lonely anyway.
"Hey Noel."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 9:04 pm
Noel just smiled and clung to his saviors tail. Normally Noel would be pouty at one of these things . He hated voting someone off but since Lucifer was here he was all smiles.
He squeezed tighter.
"Hey Lucifer ~ " His voice was almost sing song. God, Noel was just to shameless some times. Ah well.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 9:05 pm
Ratchet grinned back at Annabel, a bit awkwardly. "Y'sure? I mean, I don' wanna be in the way," she said as she walked up to cast her vote. She really wasn't sure who to vote for; in the end, she just wrote down the name of the first person on her team she could think of who didn't show up at today's challenge. The rest of them had been inside the mouths of friggin' alligators; they deserved to stay in the competition. Seating herself next to Annabel, she waited for the rest of the ceremony to commence. "Speaking of alligator mouths, I think somebody had them prepared to eat us all. Mine was wearing a steel mouth guard."
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