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 Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:08 pm
 ********, man. Chris had not sounded happy this morning. Rubbing his face, Axl got up and wandered down to the mess hall. He hadn't eaten much in the past few days, and his stomach was giving him hell for it. Rubbing it absentmindedly, he sauntered into the mess hall, looking around. This was met with a very loud grumble from his tummy and his eyes widened. Whoops. Guess he better skip right to getting some food and scarfing it down.
He didn't even bother to read the menu, just grabbed whatever was on the counter and went down to sit, his tail pulled up to rest on the bench next to him. He hadn't bothered to hide the shaving again, but he was still rather touchy about it. Not really thinking about anything, he just munched away.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:24 pm
Today's meal was... OATMEAL! Runny, slimey oatmeal that was free of any additional flavors. I mean, it was just food man, crummily cooked food that wasn't going to kill you or anything!
...Okay, that previous paragraph was a complete LIE.
Axl managed to choke down most of it before he felt... a little off. There was just... something that made him wonder why Chef had personally handed the bowl to him, as if he was serving an actual meal. In fact, where was everyb- heeeey! People! Axl slowly blinked as a large yellow Audio came into view and asked him something. No, wait, there were thr-fiv-sixteen hundred and two of them!
The rockstar gave a little giggle before the drugs slipped into the oatmeal kicked in, resulting in a faceplant into the breakfast. Heehee!
Chef snickered quietly to himself before picking Axl up and dragging him to the kitchen, passing him onto a team of interns who gagged and bound him before slipping a bag over his head. The interns rushed him off to Chris-knows-where while Chef cleaned up the mess, making it seem as if Axl had never been there at all.
(( 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.
Also, only Axl's bowl of oatmeal was thusly drugged. :v ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 7:02 am
Noel had missed Axl being dragged out when he entered the mess hall. The Brit was blissfully unaware that anything was wrong. Even the announcement had not clued him in that something was off.
Nope, all he cared about was hopefully getting some breakfast tea and toast... which had yet to be served since he began camp.
To Noels distaste it was oatmeal being served. runny, gooshy oatmeal. With a sigh the mod helped him self to a bowl. It was either eat the s**t Chef fed them or starve.
Noel got a bowl and took his seat, stirring the runny oatmeal. Did he really want to eat this? No. The Brit took a small mouthful and swallowed. Gag.
((Edit: Note that Noels probably finished his oatmeal and went back to his cabin or something))
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 1:16 pm
 ozzie groaned as he approached the mess hall. he swore that he wouldn't come back here, but he knew that most of the other campers came by regularly and so this would be a prime spot to post up some flyers. he cringed, then headed inside, posted up a few flyers along the walls, then hurriedly jogged out before he could berate himself for coming inside and before his empty stomach could berate him for not staying and giving it something to fill up on. he turned around and posted a flyer on the outside of the door as well, then headed off in the direction of the forest.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 6:17 pm
Axl made his way to the mess hall, seeing lots more of the flyers a long the way. "Jeez, the kid's really bent out of shape over this," he muttered, standing in front of the one in the mess hall, eyeing it. "And dude, does his hand writing suck." Shrugging a bit he went inside, looking around for some food to chow down on. He was starving.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:41 am
Wandering into the mess hall, Tiffany immediately spotted Axl. Seh took a deep breath - she didn't like eating alone, but she knew damn well that Axl hated her. Walking up to his side slowly, she smiles. "Hey, Axl..." Looking about slowly, Tiffany hoped she'd spot someone else - anyone else, really. And? Nothing. 'Hmph. Just my luck.' "How's Jay?" Tiffany was trying to be nicer - during her lack of activity throughout the camp she had a lot of thinking time, and realized that she was just too much of a b***h. And she needed to change.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 10:52 am
He looked up when he heard his name. "Hey," he said, giving a small wave. Even Tiff was better than no company, right? He didn't trust this place at all.
He shrugged a bit at her question, looking down at his food. "I haven't.. seen Jay in a while actually."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:19 pm
Tiffany sat down next to him with her own food - as unappetizing as ever. Immediately, she frowned at his words. "Ohmigod, really? I'm sorry, I didn't know... honestly!" She looked down at her food sheepishly, feeling a tad horrible now for mentioning Jay in the first place. She looked up at him and smiled sadly. "S'not as bad as being rejected a million times over. My love life is absolutely pathetic in comparison to yours," she said with a small sigh.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:41 pm
"Ha, doubt that." He swished his tail, still with the skunk mark that had been shaven in clearly visible. Fur was growing back though, and at least it didn't itch anymore~ And dude. He'd just spent a ******** day in a cage. Her getting rejected couldn't compare.
"And if you hadn't realized, Em got dumped flat too. Noel's got the hots for some guy."
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 8:21 am
Looking at his tail, she wanted to ask but felt it would be rude. And she wanted to change, right? Tiffany simply shrugged, not knowing what to say. When Axl mentioned Noel and Emilie, she frowned. "I d-didn't..." She looked down at her food. "I'm trying to get over that. I really... don'care if he's gay, or if Emilie's out of the picture. I... don't. Really."
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 2:00 pm
Whatever~ It didn't matter, he didn't care. He just didn't want to be left alone in the mess hall in case someone else had the bright idea to kidnap him.
"Sure. Whatever you say." He shrugged and took a bite of his food, testing it carefully. He'd tried to be sneaky this morning, he took a bowl from the middle. The front could obviously be drugged. And the back could be too, since people would think that the front was, and went for the back instead. The middle bowl, off to the side. That had to be safe.
"The whole romance thing is played out anyway. We didn't come here for that." He paused. "Well, we didn't come here for anything, but the point of being here is the cash right? Not to make friends or lovers."
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 4:59 pm
Tiffany watched as he took a cautious bite of his food. Usually, Chef's food didn't seem okay, but it was. It wouldn't kill you or anything, but it was safe to eat. On most days. Taking a bite of her own food, Tiffany didn't find it to taste very good. But when did it ever?
Shrugging, she swallowed her food. "I just came here for something to do. My summers have never been any fun, and I was hoping this year would be different. It's been different alright, but not necessarily fun." She sighed and stood up, picking up her tray. "See ya later, Axl." It seemed she just wasn't in the mood to talk, and so she decided to stalk off, dump her trash, and leave the mess hall. Tiffany needed something to cheer her up, and frankly Axl wasn't the man for that.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 9:55 pm
If only she knew, man. If only she knew. Twice now he'd been drugged and kidnapped in this mess hall. He wasn't taking any chances.
"Whatever~ See ya." He gave a wave and finished off his food. When he was done, he dumped the trey and left the messhall. It wasn't a place he was stickin' around these days.
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********, man. Chris had not sounded happy this morning. Rubbing his face, Axl got up and wandered down to the mess hall. He hadn't eaten much in the past few days, and his stomach was giving him hell for it. Rubbing it absentmindedly, he sauntered into the mess hall, looking around. This was met with a very loud grumble from his tummy and his eyes widened. Whoops. Guess he better skip right to getting some food and scarfing it down.
