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 Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 8:51 pm
((This ORP takes place on -Day Eight- and is open for anyone to join. Basically, anyone who wants to get in a laugh at Chris, or...anything else on Day Eight, this is where it's going to happen. NOW PLEASE KEEP IN MIND D: ~Chris is only one Audio, I can't be everywhere at once but if you guys work with me here I'm sure I can get everything everyone wants done on this day. ~This is an ORP, and will -definitely- be staying in use far beyond the actual Day 8. Have patience with me, I've been a slow RPer lately ;;() But I wanted to give everyone a chance ~Chris is uh...pretty pissed. So don't expect him to hang around any location for any long period of time. ))  Just 24 hours. 24 more hours and this stupid costume could come off for -good- and they could all get back to normal camp lives. ...Well -he- could get back to a normal camp life. The campers could get back to suffering. Hehehehe.
Grumbling lowly the costumed host made his way out of the woods. He was already late, his sleeping in had assured that. Then he had to put on this stupid costume and walk all the way from his RV...and well one could figure he dragged that walk out as long as possible.
But he was here now, whether he wanted to be or not. With a slight sigh he turned and trudged towards the campgrounds themselves...making sure to stay as close to the forest border as he could. Man he just didn't want to be seen today. Damn Producers and their ridiculous requests!
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 10:23 pm
Helena Rose walked along the campground borders. She looked only at the floor, still bothered about the previous day. She felt a little bit helpless. Maybe, just maybe, she could apologize to him. But who was she kidding? She didn't have to courage to even look him in the eye.
She placed her hand on a tree and paused a little. Looking up, she didn't see anyone, then she put her head back down and picked her path daintily among the leaves and dirt. She found little patterns in them and displays of different shades of green and brown. She was so engrossed by the foliage on the floor that she didn't hear another audio's footsteps. Or see a rather vibrant color ahead of her.
Not until, of course, she collided face first with it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 10:49 pm
Chris had taken quite a bit of interest in the ground below. Really, his gaze was just lowered in -shame- at the circumstances, but what can ya do.
He had just been thinking that this trip seemed to be going pretty smoothly when BAM, collision with another form. The host stumbled back a few paces, grumbling rather loudly to himself about -someone- needing to watch where they were going. Chris' ears flattened as he raised his gaze to see just who it was. Well...at least it wasn't some of the other campers. Like Lucifer for instance. Ugh...
"What do you want dude?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 9:28 am
Helena looked up. To be honest, she thought it was a girl at first. But her eyes widened as she saw what appeared to be Chris in a sailor outfit. And his hair..."Oh m-my d-dear!" She stammered, bringing her hands over her mouth and stepping back a little bit. He looked incredibly angry. She knew he took pride in his hair. Apparently he didn't like purple. She, however thought it brought out his eyes rather nicely.
Looking down again, she struggled to find something to say, anything at all.
"Y-you look pretty" she said, blushing. It was obvious that her cheeks were redder. She tried to sound as honest as she could. She didn't want to insult him, after all.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 1:05 pm
Pretty.
...He looked.....pretty.
Chris visibly cringed. He was -handsome- damnit! Awesome, and handsome. Being pretty was for -girls- and Chris McLean was no friggin girl.
ARGH. He'd kill the Producers. He really would one day.
"I don't want to be pretty, that's for people like you to be."
If it wasn't for the half growls he held back and the overly sarcastic tone it -could- have been a compliment. Hell, it was probably as close as anyone was going to get today.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:11 pm
((haha who's the dead guy on your avatar?))
When she looked up to see him cringe, Helena started stammering "I'msorryI'ms-sorry" Wrong thing to say, absolutely wrong. How could she think that? You don't call boys pretty. Girls are pretty.
Since she already started the apologizing process, and was in a sort of panic, she blurted out everything else in her frilly mind. "I meant to catch you yesterday but I got distracted and you fell on me. My arm still hurts a little but it looks like you're okay so I'm happy. I ended up being too dizzy to help you. I tried to tell Annabel not to hurt you but I don't think she heard me."
Her words came out as if they were melded into one, rushed and jumbled over themselves. At the end, she was in tears. She felt useless because she couldn't help the guy she liked. She sobbed and her whole body heaved irregularly in the process. Wiping a tear away from her wet fur, she looked down so her hair would cover her face. "I was too late to help you" she muttered, sniffling.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 3:54 pm
((random intern XD)) Ugh, another rambling camper whining about their own injur----wait.
.....Waaaaaait.
"...You didn't want Annabel to -hurt- me?"
Chris raised a brow, eying the camper. It wasn't very often one of them was concerned for his health. Just what was going on here?
"Well...I'm fine dude. Minus ya know, this."
The host tugged at a ribbon again, frowning slightly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 4:33 pm
((poor interns must face the wrath of lady mclean))
She looked up, still shaking and sniffling at him. He sounded confused and even raised a brow at her. Was caring for another audio so strange to him. Her face turned worried. Has no one ever been nice to him? The other campers did seem to hate him, but why? Her crying calmed down and she replied, "I wouldn't w-want anyone to h-hurt you" She said, blushing. She couldn't even believe herself that she would admit that.
She also mentally admitted that she envied his outfit. Sew on some lace here and there and it would make such a cute ensemble for her. It was too big for her of course. "I wish I could take it for you, wear it myself.." she said, thinking aloud as she stared at the bow. She had to think of some way to help him. Maybe he would like her better...Right now, she was sure he didn't even know her name..
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 5:19 pm
"Psh, trust me dude, if I could get rid of it it'd be alllll yours."
Not like he wanted it man. Ever. This outfit was just...UGH. He didn't particularly know why she'd want it either, but he brushed it off as a girl thing.
But..hrmmm. Didn't want -anyone- to hurt him huh? Weird.
"...I'm fine. Really."
He shrugged casually. He -had- to play this off, afterall. If he went around absolutely moping all day it'd just give the Producers more of a laugh at this.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 5:38 pm
((Hopefully nobody minds me popping in 83 ))
Oh, the evening prior had been a very productive one. Though most of her aggression had been released thanks to one of her cabin mates, she had still a slight hankering for revenge in the only fashion she had known.
At the moment, she had just been wandering around the camp grounds in an attempt to find the host. She needed to get a good look at him before continuing with her work.
And then she found him. Standing there looking miserable while some other camper spoke to him. Maybe if the outfit hadn't been a complete mockery of her favorite anime series IN THE WORLD, MAYBE it would have been funnier.
Rather quickly, she pulled out a completely blank drawing tablet and a pencil. She said nothing, but silently got to work. If things worked out as they normally did, he probably wouldn't even notice her due to her lack of speaking or teasing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 8:45 pm
Helena smiled. Maybe when this is all said and done, he would give it to her. A gift she would cherish. Smiling to herself, only small remnants of occasional uneven breathing remained of her crying. She looked up and listened intently to his words, daring to meet him in the eyes. She believed him when he said he was fine. Her face absolutely beamed.
"Good!" She stated plainly, blushing a little. She couldn't imagine why he would be fine wearing a dress, and after all that had happened before. But she was not one to know a lie when she hears it, so it flew right over her head.
She brushed her hair behind her ear and scraped at the floor with her paw lightly. Her heart was still fluttering from just being in his presence and she didn't even notice the other camper.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 9:31 pm
((Since I know there will be many campers approaching feel free to address this when Chris can ^^; ))  Serena had taken Chef's advice. A HUGE mountain of brownies topped with melted chocolate fudge sat on top of a large plate. Three batches of these brownies.. she only hoped it would be enough. She was already shaking a little, not helping her keep a steady paw on these brownies really. Then.. she spotted Chris and stopped, like a cat in the middle of the road in front of a car. Eyes wide she saw other campers had approached Chris and so she stayed right where she was for the moment. She would wait until.. he had time. Yeah that was it...
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 9:50 pm
((Nope, go ahead and pop in guys :3 )) Chris simply eyed her a moment longer before moving to step around her.
"Er...so yeah dude. See ya?..."
He started to move off before being distracted by...crap there was another camper. Though she seemed to be carrying something. Something...that looked suspiciously like brownies. Hrmm....
Thankfully for Lizzy, Chris didn't seem to interested in her...if he had even -seen- her. Staying quiet seemed to do the trick today.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 9:56 pm
Serena almost felt relieved until he spotted her. She was shaking again. Taking a deep breath, she approached him and her voice was very meek. "Um, excuse me, Chris? Can I speak to you for just a moment please?" She was shaking. She hated facing her fears. And Chris was the embodiment of her deepest fear: upsetting a grown person to make them break. Thank goodness the mountain of brownies were hiding her face for the moment. If it wasn't for the brownies, she could have hidden who she was.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 10:04 pm
Helena smiled "O-Okay" She said. Taking up all her courage for the next week. She breathed in deeply and without giving herself a chance to think otherwise, wrapped her arms gently but quickly around chris's waist. She savored the hug, even though it only lasted just a moment, and blushing, stepped off.
She spotted Serena with a tray full of brownies. "Those look absolutely delicious!" She said happily. She looked curiously as Serena asked Chris to speak to him. Not wanting to be rude, she moved off, smiling at the two.
As she moved off, she noticed a camper looking in their direction. Curious, she moved towards her. When she got closer, she said "I don't believe we met!" cheerily, still fluttered from hugging Chris.
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