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 Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 2:52 pm
Who: Chris McLean and Chef Hatchet + NAO EVERYONEWhere: Staff Area Challenge 5 Grounds/Main Campground!When: Day 10, Post-Challenge At least that was done. Chef stomped his way from the challenge to the staff area of camp, immediately dropping down into his delux-sixed director's chair. Sure, it wasn't as tall as Chris' but... ...man, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he missed the host. Keeping track of all the campers was hard! He didn't envy the host's job, not one bit after all of this. He shook his head and snapped his fingers, summoning an intern. As fast as it appeared, the intern was off again to fetch him a drink. Then again. Chef mused as he leaned back in his chair, this whole overlord-host business doesn't seem to be TOO bad...Chef Hatchet Chef smirked. "Ah'm gonna stand here an laugh man when yew miss! Yew won't hit one on yer first try, man! He then turned the gun, pointing it towards the main grounds... heh heh heh. "How 'bout we take turns, man? Yew go first, then ah go, and we'll see who hits th' most?" He suggested, shrugging. --- MINI-GAME TIME! (( HOW THIS MINI-GAME WILL WORK!Campers being shot at will roll a six-sided dice. Chris or Chef will roll a six-sided dice. Usually. Whoever gets the higher number wins. If the shooter wins, the camper gets hit. If the camper wins, the seagull misses. If a camper gets hit five times, they retreat and are out. If you survive... You get a pat on the back. Maybe. ~When does it end? ~~ When Chef and Chris get bored or it's time for the Campfire Ceremony. ~Why should I do this? ~~ It's a minigame, dudes. 's for fun. 8D ~How do I play? ~~ RP appearing. Chris or Chef will quote your post and roll a dice. You then roll a dice and RP either going "OHSH-", trying to run, hoping they miss... something. :V Rinse and repeat. ~What if there's a tie between the shooter and the camper? ~~ Chris or Chef wins.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 3:25 pm
 Chef would find the intern gone a rather long time. He -had- only gone to get a drink...right?
Just about when Chef would be thinking about going after the intern himself one appeared with a drink. Well...a drink in one hand, with the other done up in a sling. And..man this intern was seriously -bloody-. And with an eyepatch covering who knew what kind of horrible wound and...
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Was this intern grinning? And...that black well-kept hair seemed kind of familiar...
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 4:16 pm
"It took yew long enough!" Chef snapped, swiping the drink from the intern's ha-- waitasecondwhatthehell.
The large Audio froze in mid-reach, simply staring at the disheveled intern. "What the hell happened to yew." He asked bluntly, looking at him over the tops of his sunglasses.
Suddenly Chef didn't want his drink anymore, especially with the intern grinning like that.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 4:32 pm
"Had to fight off another intern to bring this to you....dude."
No amount of fake acting could cover up that accent...not that the use of 'dude' helped the disguise at all. The 'intern' continued to grin, watching the Chef-man.
"Aren't you going to drink up?"
Or well...be surprised he was back. Yeah!
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 4:46 pm
Chef stared.
And continued to stare.
"CHRIS-MAN WUT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YEW?" He roared, standing up and starting to march the way he came. "Ah'll kill the intern who did that to yew, man -- wait. What th' hell happened? Ah need names and dates and aw man are yew okay man? Yew look like hell!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 4:51 pm
"Names and dates huh? Well nineteen years ago an awesome Audio named Chris McLean was born..."
Oh -god- one had to figure this wasn't what Chef meant . Though....nineteen? Something sounded off there. Chris must really really suck at math.
The host snickered, moving to get back in front of Chef and block his path.
"Dudeeee, I'm fine!"
His tail gave a brief wag..god was there blood back there too?!
"Miss me?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:08 pm
Chef froze, as the host hugged him. "What the hell man! What the hell!" He wiggled free and held him at arm's length, staring at him before poking his arm. "Huh! Geez, man, yew -" scared me? Surprised me? Missed me enough to drag yo' sorry carcass back all bandaged and bleedin'?
"Jus... what the hell man!" He repeated, "Where did yew go? What happened?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:12 pm
Chris frowned just slightly as he was held away, though the flood of questions made the grin come right back.
"I'm -fin---"
Maybe he could have some fun with this...
"OWWWWW DUDE! What the heck?!"
Forcing out his best whine (he was MUCH better at fake whining than fake accents) the host grabbed his arm and seemingly doubled over to hug it in pain.
heh. heh. heh.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:17 pm
Chef made a strangled sound as Chris doubled over. OHSHIT look what he did he was finished there was no way he'll see another three dollar paycheck maybe he'll get off light and just suffer a dollar deducted from his pay holycrap this wasn't good the Chris man was going to kill him and --
"Sorry man!" He whined, wanting to pick him up and maybe make it better but then it might just hurt him worse and --
Deep breaths, Chef-man. Deeeep breaths. Hooo. Doesn't that feel better? Yes? Good.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:31 pm
Face hidden from Chef's view the host gave a rather wicked grin before putting on his acting face. Oh -yes-.
Sniffling, eyes full of...s**t were those -tears-?! And lip quivering...the host lifted his gaze and blinked up at Chef-man.
"I-it's alright dude..."
He cringed, sucking in air as though in -extreme pain-.
"I'll l-live."
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:39 pm
And Chef fell for it, hook, line, and screamer sinker.
"Chris-man," he whined, "What happened to yew? Who do ah have ta give a taste of mah boot ta?" And on second thought, "What can ah do for yew?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:42 pm
"Distract me from the pain dude?"
Chris sniffled...looking very much like he wanted to be picked up.
Heh heh heh.
"What caused it is long gone dude, no worry going after it..."
Well, technically that -wasn't- a lie. GASP!
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:44 pm
Chris had Chef wrapped around his little finger. b*****d.
Carefully, making sure that Chris' "hurt" arm wasn't pushed up against him so he'd accidentally bump it, Chef picked the little McLean up. Awww!
"So what? Tell me man. Ah wanna knowwww."
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:52 pm
Once safely in the other's arms Chris reached up and snagged Chef's camo hat to put on his own head.
...With his supposed 'bad' arm.
"I told you I was fine dude, really!"
Chris grinned up at him...rather hoping he didn't get dropped on his head.
"I went to an awards show right? It was horror awards! Get it now? Guess it was a good costume huh?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:55 pm
Chef froze. He had been had man.
With a sour look, Chef dropped Chris and reached to take his hat back. "Yeah, yeah," he growled, embarrassed. "And yew jus' had to go and leave me 'ere to mind after the campers without any warnin', huh?"
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