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 Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 10:04 pm
 "cripes cripes cripes!" ozzie shouted as chris was hoisted over to his team. he was really glad they won again - he hated having to vote for a teammate when everyone he'd met personally was so nice - but no way he was going to touch that man willingly. he ran and hid behind the sharks and seagulls. "ha-have fun guys! i like both costumes so whichever you pick'll be fine with me!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 10:07 pm
((hope its okay chris squishes helena))
Helena turned her head to the familiar voice. She recognized it from her cabin and looking towards the teal camper, she listened to his words curiously, not noticing that Chris now landed smack on top of her.
"Oof!" was all she could say, though she felt pain throughout her small body.
At least she broke his fall..
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 10:40 pm
Throughout the whole scenario, Lizzy remained sitting, waiting patiently and silently hoping that her team would win. She only had one reason for such a thing: she wanted to see the host suffer as much as he'd been making her own team suffer.
However, it must not have been her day, for nobody caught Chris, and even after Chef had thrown the host back into the crowd, it was the Beaver cabin that had captured him.
...I guess that means Simon's design will be selected... she mused mentally, finding at least one positive out of this entire situation.
However, even the one positive didn't seem to fix that disappointment brimming up inside her. No outfit could have considered the most painful aspects of wearing an costume like hers did! None could torture like her costume planned. Embarrassment only went so far, but physical torture combined with such embarrassment would have sealed the deal completely.
These bitter feelings were bubbling up inside of her, weighing her down mentally, but physically she seemed just the same as always. The quiet girl that not too many people paid attention to. Rather than stay and watch the celebrations, she headed back to the cabin to prepare for the campfire ceremony and maybe do something to ease this bitter pain of hers.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 10:59 pm
Ratchet was happy that Chris would be humiliated, yes, but she was even happier that she wouldn't have to pick somebody to go home. And Chris would have to wear one of the utterly humiliating designs her teammates had come up with. While both of them were horrible in their own rights, Ratchet knew which one she was going to hope for. There were some things a man's masculinity could never recover from, and dressing up like an anime babe was one of them.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 3:16 am
 She wasn't happy they lost but losing some of there dead wait would be nice. She smiled at the Gulls around " We did great , and we all know our art was the best "( not hers but shhh) .
She looked at Chris "see you at tribal" she almost knew something bad was going to happen. She walked off thinking about something.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 9:13 am
 Serena was sad when she saw Chef be allowed to be used as a way to hide from them. Ah well, so much for their... HUH?! Blue eyes grew wide as she saw the large audio just toss the host like a ragdoll! And HOLY CRABAPPLES IT WAS COMING THEIR WAY! Serena closed her eyes afraid to see where he would land, until she heard a sound and opened her eyes to see that poor Helena had been crushed until the host as a way to break his fall. Without a second thought, the blue-haired camper ran over, and pushed Chris off her. "Helena you okay?" She then looked back over to Chris and kinda winced. Not the nicest way to move him off of her. "You okay?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 9:57 am
Noel just kind watched as his team swarmed Chris. Swarming wasn't something the mod did but he was about to make an exception... nah. Noel smiled and just watched his team..... wait? Helena? Was she pancaked under Chris?
That got the mod on his feet. "Is Helena alright?" Noel tilted his head an blinked.. not really sure what all to do in a situation like this.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 10:01 am
Helena groaned as the weight was lifted off of her. She curled up and held herself. He had landed square on her stomach and the arm that was folded over it. She felt like throwing up...again. And that wouldn't be good at all.
Her arm also felt a searing pain, but she managed to open her eyes and see Serena looking at her. She asked her a question, but her eyesight was blurry now. What did she say? She frowned and tried to listen closer, only being able to utter "...Wha?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 10:44 am
 THUMP on a camper...then a secondary thump as he was shoved aside.
"Owwww!"
The host whined. This was -no- way to treat a celebrity man!
He laid still a moment before it hit him. This....this still wasn't very good. Chris' head swam as he struggled to come up with something, anything he could do. The campers were against him, the Producers were against him (as always) and now even CHEF was against him. Heck the only one on the island probably willing to help him at this point would be that little intern and....well what good would that pipsqueak be?
But still, maybe he could try. Yeah! Wearily dragging himself to his paws Chris shakily tried to run once more.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 10:49 am
 The second Chris had been thrown to the team, Annabel had snarled with excitement- really, though, it was more of a barbaric Yalp, if one were so literately inclined. To the sharks, metaphorically- she was probably the one bloodthirsty one on her team. While they focused on the welfare of Helena, Annabel had bigger fish to fry.
Or rather, smaller fish. Small, hostlike, needed-to-be-in-that-costume fish.
The second the host had bolted, Annabel had been on her own feet, taking after the host once more. Unfortunately for Chris, Annabel hadn't been running for a while- she'd given it her go, then let her teammates try. But now? Ooh, this was personal now. Pouring her best effort into a full-on sprint, once more Annabel tensed, and sprang in an attempt to bring the host down to the ground.
If her first tackle attempt had been harsh, this one was absolutely feral. None of that nice work-at-the-legs business, Annabel had gone to knock Chris down, and pin him. Like hell if he was getting away while she had anything to say about it! Landing on the host with a satisfying thunk, Annabel purred to herself in victory. Not caring if she were overheard this time, Annabel leaned in to the now caught host, grinning as she stage-whispered.
"You know, earlier? The claim about how I couldn't keep my paws off of you? Guess you're right about that one. What I didn't know then is how good you'd look a little roughed up and under me, hm~?"
And with that, the girl broke into laughter.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 10:55 am
Helena stirred. She heard Noels voice, or so she thought. She felt dizzy, like her head was submerged underwater. She saw Chris get up to run away but couldn't bring herself to stop him. She smiled as Annabel ran after him, then winced as Chris faceplanted the floor. "D-Don't hurt...him" she whispered, though Annabel probably couldn't hear her.
Helena squirmed to Serena and reached out to her with her unscathed arm. "C-Can you help me up?" She asked quietly. She didn't want to be considered an invalid. She wanted to do her best.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 11:02 am
Chris went down a rather loud YIPE. Somewhere in that fall was a "WATCHTHEFACEDUDE" which..didn't amount to much since by the time he and Annabel had slid to a stop his face was in the dirt and she was perched on his back like some kind of crazy grinning cat.
It was long (it seemed long, at least) after the girl's comment and laughter that the host responded. It wasn't much, mostly a pathetic sounding whine and the sound of him spitting a pebble out of his mouth.
Anyone who knew Chris would know he hardly -ever- look this upset. He was exhausted, utterly defeated, and now dirty. And to top it all off he'd be in some stupid costume pretty darn soon. Hell, he didn't even shoot a comment back at Annabel. If Chris knew Helena actually didn't want him hurt maybe he would have cared, but unfortunately he too was out of hearing range for the comment.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 12:09 pm
"Are we doing this the easy way or the hard way, McLean? Either way's fine with me, and believe you me, I've got no qualms about stripping you right here. Just being the tiniest bit merciful, though. So, go ahead! Pick your poison~!" she cooed between bits of laughter, this time loud enough for the others to overhear. So long as she wasn't overtly flirting, really? Annabel didn't care what her team heard. Twiddling a piece of the host's hair around a finger- totally ignoring the fact that it was well cared for and felt really nice- she hummed lightly to herself, waiting for some of the others on her team to give her the go-ahead. Besides- playing with him was a lot more fun than just carting him off to be changed. Still absent-mindedly playing with his hair, Annabel's humming faded slightly.
"You know, I'm personally voting for Simon's costume. Personal bias aside, I think you're going to look really good in a Sailor costume. Totally have the right figure for it, too." Alright. So maybe she was enjoying this a little too much. But really, when was a chance like this going to come up again? And he'd said to keep fueling their on-screen rivalry; if this wouldn't do it, she didn't know what would. Hell- there was a secretive, small part of her that was enjoying the feel of his hair way, way too much.
"Fought well, though~! Sucks that everyone's working against you. I think if you'd had somebody on your side, you might've won. But, I guess that's the price you pay when you're the Rat b*****d host~!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 12:41 pm
And then it hit him. They....they really were going to just strip him right here weren't they?
"-Really- can't keep your paws off me, huh?"
It wasn't the usual snark, more of a defeated comment. Chris squirmed to get out from underneath Annabel. Normally they may have been more evenly matched considering their similarity in size, but with all that running before and being -tossed- by Chef and then -TACKLED- to the ground...yeah.
But he was still trying, because no way in hell was he willingly going to let anyone strip him down on this show. Maybe back in some privacy (hehehehehe...) but not here, not in front of all these cameras. Just NO.
Despite what all the campers wanted to say Chris' hair was well cared for, and not greasy in the slightest. That shine was the shine of healthy hair. Ha! It felt kind of nice to have someone playing with it----well it -would- if it wasn't the paw of someone who had just tackled him down and was looking to shove him into some ridiculous costume.
"I think Simon intended it for you."
The host all but growled the reply. This outfit? So not his thing. And man what he wouldn't give to have -someone- on his side. Though really the only one that upset him was Chef turning on him. Hrmph!
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 1:14 pm
"Already said that earlier, since you didn't appear to be listening" she snorted, apparently not caring who overheard. Her handling of his hair in boredom had definitely taken a gentler, more tentative turn- not that she was paying attention, mind you. It was something for her to do while her team made a decision on how to act. Call her sick, but her hopes were really on that Sailor Suit- a French Maid was way too plain to degrade the host with. Tail wagging ever so slightly, Annabel scooted back the slightest bit, enough so that she was sitting ON his pants rather than his shirt. It was going to be the first thing to go, at any rate.
The struggling? Really, it wasn't helping the poor host any. With all the possessiveness of a lion over its dinner, Annabel was keeping Chris there, if her teammates didn't haul him off first. Besides that, it was almost sad how weak he was right now- honestly, she'd rather have taken him down without the help of a certain Chef. But alas, that would have to be another day.
At the accusation of the outfit's original intention, Annabel's good humor quickly faded. A scowl taking her features once more, the gentle hand in the host's hair bunched into a fist, quickly. Growling in warning at the host, Annabel jabbed in the side with a claw.
"I think you need to keep your opinions to yourself, you ******** Rat b*****d. See, here I was, intending to be nice. But oh no, that's all gone now. Smooth move, jackass."
And with that, she moved to strip the first layer of his shirt.
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