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 Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:56 pm
Oh Chris would be more than okay with that. So long as she was tossed off a hiiiiigh cliff afterwards...preferably into some shark infested water. Heh heh!
"They seem to be doing okay...so far."
Chris grinned, glancing over the camper-filled messhall for a moment. ..At least until his stomach redirected his attention again.
"Errr...ya got anything back there that's not for campers man? I haven't had a chance to get brekkie yet...all this hosting. Sheesh!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:56 pm
Ratchet bobbed her head at Nigel. "Hi, Nigel! I like the hat. And the frilly neck ruffle. Is it a jabot? Or a cravat? I don't know the difference, really. But Elli's got one sorta like it, only she's a pirate."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 4:58 pm
Nigel tipped his hat to the new female, to him she reminded him a little of the punk rockers he saw a lot of back home, “Allo love” he said with a friendly grin, “You enjoying the food then? No one else can seem to stomach it” Finally he had made some friends and didn’t look like a total loner, now if he could just get a decent cup of tea or some edible food he’d be set.
EDIT:
To Ratchet’s compliment about his ruffle Nigel smiled, “Thanks, I just call it a frilly neck accessory. Coz you gotta accessorise to look good, am I right?” he lowered his sunglasses to wiggle his eyebrows at her for no particular reason.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:05 pm
Lorna had, for the most part, survived the shark feeding frenzy, whilst the atempt to get off this island failed along with the fact that her bags, whilst used as weapons, worked well to an extent, they were still torn a bit, oh well, at least they survived unlike the one or two peies of flesh that had been torn off from her body as well as some punctured skin in other places due to the teeth of those sharks. Lorna, ignoring the blood and pain for the time being, had crawled back into camp, the pain was terrible but at least she made it to the camp site at least, unable to cope with the pain anymore she just collapsed, not really caring who found her and what they did to her at this point in time, the worst of it was, she was stuck here, no matter what, unless she DID want to physically be shark food, she was stuck on this god forsaken island with annoyance of the century.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:10 pm
Carmen finished her food though she was feeling uncertain as to whether she'd regret it soon enough. Not a good idea to eat crappy food at a camp where you have to use outhouses to go potty. Or, worse, if you have to dig a hole in the ground. Bad food was known to give people gas that made itself known at the worst possible times.
She watched Ratchet take her plate down. Hmm.... maybe the British guys were just used to better food, and she felt it was plausible. After all, she was entirely certain their standard fare was far better than hers was.
Then, for some odd reason, the food was making her feel a little sleepy and giving her a tad of a headache. She pushed her plate back and laid her arms crossed on the table. Then, she laid her head on her arms with her face looking at Ratchet.
"You're pretty cool. If they split girls and guys up for cabins; we should try to get in the same one."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:12 pm
Being entrusted with the task of finding people to sit with shook away most of Simon's confidence, and his eyes darted around the room trying to find someone who wouldn't freak either of them out. It was only a moment before he decided that he wouldn't find a good comfort zone this way before his pancakes got cold - so he took a deep breath and situated himself a seat or two away from the chatting Englishmen. He figured that this way they could look like part of a group without actually having to interact with anyone, at least for the time being.
With that task out of the way, he quietly set himself to work picking the foreign objects out of his pancakes, face locked in a grimace as he did so. By the time the first one was fit for eating it looked more like the scene of a battlefield or a flattened moon than food.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:13 pm
Noel nodded at Nigels logic on accessories. It made perfect sense to him at least. He really wished he had packed more , but , he was content with the few things he had packed. . . though to a normal person the contents of his bag may seem.... excessive...
The brit blinked as the strange girl from earlier walked in but gave her no more attention then just a glance. When did she leave?
"So , Nigel, you part of a band mate?" Noel gave him an inquiring smile. He had packed his piano guitar, thank god. The mop head, sadly, didn't fit. That still baffled Noel why it wouldn't fit. After all he had watched movies where they fit other things into bags that were a reasonably larger size. If you couldn't trust pop media then what could you trust?
Noel blinked at the others settling a few seats down and gave a friendly wave.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:15 pm
Chef shook his head. "Well, if ya didn't spent most of the night poking them with a stick..." He trailed off, then grinned. "Ah well, 'least we know those tranq's worked! Heh heh." He reached to one side behind the counter and pulled out a plate with a couple pancakes on it.
Unlike what the other poor saps bushy-tailed campers got, this one was clean, already drizzled with syrup, and was topped off with a bit of whipped cream and strawberries. Mmm.
"Looks like we've got some interestin' ones so far," he added, nodding towards the campers as a whole. "Forseeing good ratings?"
To the injured perma he could see through the window, Chef spared her a half-glance, then ignored her. Interns and campers looked the same to him -- if that was an intern, it was a pretty stupid one. If it was a camper... That was a REALLY stupid one.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:18 pm
Ratchet giggled and blushed at Nigel's eyebrow-wiggling. "Oh, I can eat anything. Growin' up with as many brothers and sisters as I have and being the third-youngest? I've never been one to be picky about my food- you have to be quick at my place if you want to eat anything. It's the same with getting noticed; you gotta be quick and creative. Which is how I got into accessorizing myself. I like to make my own," she said, showing him her wristbands with their hardware spikes. "These are my favorites; I've had them since I was a little kid and I had to show my oldest brother's boy scout troop how to punch holes in leather. They couldn't quite get the hang of the awl- to be fair, they were using a really crappy one-, and Dad was too busy helpin' them out with cutting the stuff in the first place!" Camp was fun already, despite the dock. Ratchet liked meeting people, and everybody she'd talked to seemed pretty much awesome! "Y'know, I hadn't even thought of that, Carmen. I was so excited to be away from my older sisters, I didn't even think of who I'd be livin' with! If you wanna, I'm up for it. Maybe they won't be paying much attention to the cabins and I can... improve them some!" She gave another grin, but this wasn't as sweet; no, this was Ratchet's devious side coming through. If the cabins were as unbecoming as this mess hall, she'd have to make some improvements... before the cabins killed somebody!
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:18 pm
Being on time was for losers. Or, well, Audios who hadn't gotten lost on the way to the mess hall; but if anyone actually asked Rosa, they would have gotten the former answer, rather than the latter. She sauntered into the messhall, head and tail held high and confident.
Once she'd secured a plate of pancakes - they looked much like the ones her little brother had cooked last time he'd gotten into the kitchen, but certainly nobody could cook more inedibly than the little mad scientist - she surveyed the hall, checking for anyone who might be a) useful or b) interesting. Hm. There was a girl over there with what looked like actual tools - bingo on a), potential on b). Rosa headed in that direction, and plopped herself and her tray down at the table where the girl sat with several other teens. "Yo."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:22 pm
Nigel shook his head at Noel’s question, “Naw mate, I can play a bit of guitar but not much” he shrugged, usually he preferred to sing then to play instruments.
((Ok I gotta go now guys, I'll try to catch up when I get home. Just pretend Nigel is following the group if they go anywhere k ^^;; heart ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:23 pm
As one of the campers limped back into the messhall, Ariel's ears perked. What in the...if she didn't know better, she'd swear that girl looked like she'd been tossed to the sharks! But there weren't any sharks in a freshwater lake...right?
A loud rumble from her stomach distracted her from the sorry state of her fellow camper. She was starving...and if she went down, nobody was getting any help. Snagging a nice-sized pile of pancakes, she drizzled them generously with syrup before taking a huge bite.
...Remembering their host's warning, she managed to turn her yelp of disgust into a scrunched-up face that she really hoped nobody was paying attention to. Gross.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:24 pm
Noel watched as a tattooed girl cooly made her way to the table and sat down merely saying yo. All the brit mod could think was cool. Also, some 80's movie he watched a few nights before the kidnapping... Ah the 80's...
"Ello," He gave her a bright dazzling smile that almost came natural to him.
His attention turned back the Nigel, "Awww, well maybe we can just look cool together." That was Noels hobby, looking cool in awesome kick a** fashion and just being part of the scene.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:24 pm
"Hey now! I just wanted them to -do- something ya know? It's no good having a giant stack of campers if they don't -do- anything when I pester them..."
At the sight of actual -edible- food Chris licked his lips in anticipation and snatched up the plate.
"Thanks Chef-man, you always knew how to treat a host right."
Unlike this friggin campers. Sheesh.
"Of course we're going to have good ratings! I'm here, what more does a show need to be successful?"
WATCH OUT. EGO ON DA LOOOOOSE.
"But no dude, really! Should get even more interesting when the rest show up and we stick them on their teams. Heh heh."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:29 pm
Helena watched as the older audio took a plate of food. His looked different...she looked back to her plate of pancakes that left much to be desired. Her tongue stuck out in disgust but her stomach growled in angry protest. Begrudgingly, she took Cotton and sat down at an empty table near some other campers. She looked at them and noticed some had strange accents. Curiously, she watched them as she forced the pancakes down, adding much syrup. She tried not to stare.
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