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 Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 10:38 pm
In an undisclosed area, in a super -awesome- tent, sits a not so awesome cage. The campers stuck inside woke up to find they had been liberated of all their possessions, leaving behind just the clothes on their backs.
....Well this pretty much -sucks-
In the distance waves and the call of wildlife could be heard. The ocean could be close...but how close? It was anyone's guess. It...sounded like camp out there, but with no way to see outside who knew if it really was?
The tent area is cold. Real cold. Someone thought it was a simply awesome idea to set up huge air conditioners in this area and practically freeze the captured campers. Wonder who's idea that was...
Off to the side, a wall of monitors is set up. The captured campers can clearly see everything going on on the monitors, and if they paid attention they'd realize they were various shots from around camp.
Just...what was going on?
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 10:45 pm
-OOC-
Welcome to the holding cell. Because of the actions of one Annabell Lee and Emilie Nasmyth, aka "Ratchet," she as well as a few other campers have been thrown into the cell to act as "prize" for their teammates.
The team that manages to recover their camper will win, and the cabin that doesn't make it... well, let's just say there might be more losers than usual going home tonight.
Captured campers have -nothing- but their clothes. No tools, no paper, absolutely nothing but the clothes they wear. All pockets were emptied upon arrival. Your cage is escape proof, you're just going to have to sit tight and wait. Ha!
...Hey, at least there's a couple water bottles attached to the side of the cage, and McLean has a box of promotional granola bars that's sponsoring the challenge.
Only THESE PEOPLE may post HERE:
- Chris McLean
- Chef Hatchet
- Ariel
- Annabel
- Ratchet
- Asher
- Axl
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:12 pm
 "Morning dudes."
Lovely. Waking up to -that- voice (especially in -that- tone) had to be awesome right? WRONG. He couldn't be seen immediately but it was painfully obvious just who was in this tent. The voice seemed to be coming from a huge office chair set up before the TV monitors, but it currently had it's back facing the camper-cage so the host couldn't be seen.
On the armrest sat Fluffy, the Chiapet that had started this all. A paw could be seen petting said Chiapet, much like the cliche villain petting their equally evil pet.
A majority of the monitors had nothing playing, but a certain few currently had a replay going of the kidnappings that left the victims here in the first place. Chris snickered a bit at the replays, but overall?...Dude he wasn't exactly sending out the happy vibes.
Ya'll effed up. Ya'll effed up bad.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:36 pm
 "I... I told you Amanda needed restrictions. Rules. Seems like the girl isn't too good at the whole mercy thing, on her own..." (( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY and likely to kill us all b*****d! ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:45 pm
Oh he got the reference alright. he loved those movies (he had been watching them just the night before...) and well...
Well when one thought about it, the relationship he had with Annabel was comparable to that of Jigsaw's with Amanda. Creeeeeepy dude.
"Well dude, you could say that."
The flicking end of a tail could be seen around the chair's edge, but no feet. Chris apparently had them pulled up onto the chair.
"As for rules, Amanda's going to have to learn her own way on that one. This Jigsaw is in to -punish-, not to teach."
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:45 pm
 "Ugh..." Shaking her head groggily, Ariel's eyes cracked open just a hair. Still half disoriented, she simply stared at Annabel for a long moment while her brain processed this information. Pissed off host. Stuck in a cage with one of the few friends she'd made so far in this hellhole that made Naxxramas seem like a cakewalk. ...Damn, but it was as cold as Icecrown in here, wasn't it? With a shiver, she curled up into a ball. "Cold in here...you okay?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:57 pm
"Learning on her own," she repeated, face taught and suddenly expressionless. Giving little more than a 'tch' and shaking her head, Annabel sighed. Typical. While she normally would've argued that last bit, and said something about the opportunity to teach, she held her tongue- no sense in starting a fight over something so trivial right now. No, she was going to be a lot more particular in her word choice, right about now.
"I thought Jigsaw was better than that." And there- just the hint of venom and bite in her tone that she was challenging him. His use of the idea. Shifting in where she sat, in an attempt to be more comfortable, Annabel turned slightly to face the now-waking Ariel. While she might've attempted to be comforting, once, there seemed no hint of that in Annabel now. No, she was thinking- calculating. Something was definitely eating at her, because she was definitely being to cold and emotionless for usual. Her snark wasn't in confidence, this time.
"Ariel," she said flatly, expression not changing as she watched her friend rise. Beckoning the other with a paw, then tapping the ground next to her, Annabel seemed... different, somehow. God knew why, though, this girl was nucking futs. Power to anyone if they could figure her out.
"It is cold in here, isn't it. Come sit by me. We'll be warmer that way."
(( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 12:02 am
Axl's eyelids fluttered, his eyes darting back and forth underneath. His ear twitched, and he let out a rather unusual high pitched giggle before rolling over onto his stomach. Another giggle left his lips, and he reached up to rub at his eyes, his half shaven tail waggling in the air. Whatever the hell they'd used to drug him... It'd been done a damn good job.
Growing silent again, he lay still, listening, just listening. There were voices. He could hear them, and he was pretty sure they weren't in his head... They sounded outside of it... He frowned a bit, paired with another ear flick. Jesus Christ, it was cold. He'd just realized it. Guess the drug was wearing off, hm?
Must be. He was also suddenly aware of his awful ******** headache. Opening his eyes slowly, he looked around. He was in a cage. He grimaced a bit, still listening, but this time he paid attention and the words registered. Wait. What? Jigsaw? Amanda? What. The. ********. NOW HE WAS IN A SAW MOVIE TOO?! This was just getting way too goddamn weird.
He opened his mouth, and tried to speak. First it was just a gargled sound, so he closed his mouth again, licked his lips and tried again. "What the ******** is going on."
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 12:25 am
Thankfully, Ariel had an aversion to any and all horror movies, so she was completely oblivious to the Saw references. What she wasn't completely oblivous to was Annabel's...odd behavior. As though she were somehow detached from everything. Maybe she was in shock. She still half felt that way herself...and shock could do weird things to a person. Really weird things. Glancing over at their host--in more ways than one, now--she shuffled over to Annabel. "Any idea what's going on...?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 12:29 am
Ratchet groaned, curled up in the fetal position on... the floor of a cage? For some reason, she just couldn't get her eyelids open. What... what exactly had happened? Instinctively her paws went to her waist, and she groaned as she felt the absence of her toolbelt. Not again! Annabel was there, and Ariel, and... oh, somebody else, and that was probably Chris. Figured. Too drowsy to do anything, the girl gave a brief whimper and curled up tighter, tail tucked over her nose. Despite the coldness of the room and the uncomfortableness of the cage's floor, drug-induced sleep was winning.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 12:44 am
"Amanda ******** up," Annabel responded, just a twinge of humor slipping into her voice. Her thoughts were currently drifting, in all honesty, to the alliance; if it was reconcilable, at this point. Likely not, after this stunt; Chris would probably move the RP, and refuse to speak with her in private again. Well, so much for that alliance. The thought was off-putting, but maybe if she worked around this- used this to show Chris just how strong a player she could be- this... could be saved...
And my, she certainly seemed to have the time to think about it. Poor little Belbird, caged with her friends- almost beautifully ironic, in a way. Leaning a hair against Ariel, and curling in on herself, it seemed as if Annabel had resigned herself to silence, for now. Until Chris spoke again, she was going to save her comments.
Wasn't like a caged bird to sing, after all.
(( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 1:06 am
Axl turned his head toward the person who had spoken. Amanda ******** up? What the ********. He gave her a funny look and pulled himself up to a sitting position.
"...Ooookay.." He was just gonna chalk it up to the drugs they'd been dosed with. He ran his fingers through his hair, and looked around, this time to take in his surroundings. There were a few other campers in the cage, two people he didn't know, Ratchet who he'd only met once or twice, and a kid from his cabin.
And there was Chris. Of course there was Chris. Axl sighed, resting his chin on his knees. Why did s**t always seem to happen to him?
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 6:54 am
Better than that.
Chris growled, the paw petting Fluffy going oddly still. -Better than that-. She -dared- speak of something like that? After what -she- did?!
Better than that
Oh yeah, it was definitely getting to him. Grumbling lowly, the paw grabbed Fluffy and moved him off the armrest. It could be assumed Chris had moved him to his lap or something.
"Better hope your teammates find you dudes..."
Right. Redirect the conversation to ignore the way better than that put him on guard. Whatever, crazy caged campers.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:02 am
"Oooh, touchy subject? Struck a nerve, did I? And here I thought you liked movies, Chris," she continued harshly, still leaning against Ariel at the back of the cage. Tilting her head just the slightest bit, just to give off that questioning look, Annabel moved her hands from their typically crossed position to rest on her knees. Another 'tch'- something she seemed to do frequently when she was annoyed- and Annabel droned on, apparently not caring that she was diving into dangerous territory.
But then again, when had that ever stopped her before?
"I'll leave it alone- maybe you don't like spoilers, is that it?- but let me just say this. He could at least see past his own ego and acknowledge her brilliance. That if he just gave her something to do, actually respected her and whatever they had? Maybe she'd leave Jigsaw alone, and actually do something productive." She was scowling, here, ears pinned back in frustration. Anyone with half a brain could probably piece together that they weren't just talking movies, at this point.
"At the very least, you have to admit he fell for it. She seems to do a damn fine job, at the very least, of getting under his skin." She huffed, then, the anger seeming to drop out of her.
"And don't worry about my team- the Beavers will be here. You know why? Because I have faith in them." Turning to Ariel, Annabel forced just a hint of a smile.
"What about you? Do you think the sharks will be here?"
(( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 2:13 pm
"Movies? Love movies dude, totally do."
The growl was gone, but Chris' tone still had a bit of bite to it. There was a bit of a tapping sound as the host drummed his fingers on the armrest.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Amanda was brilliant, but crazy dude. Lost her way pretty quickly. So while she thought up the most wicked stunts...in the end they were nothing but glorified death traps."
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
"It takes -real- brilliance to design a death trap meant to push you to survive, and learn something along the way dude. Torture is one thing, but torture on that level? ehehehehe, totally something different."
Personal experience? YOU BET. Chris wasn't allowed to design any stunts that'd kill everyone who set foot in them, but keeping them as dangerous as possible while still providing a (sometimes very small) way out? Yep, he was good at that.
The chair slowly turned around, revealing the smirking host to the captured campers. His legs were in fact pulled up to sit indian style on the seat, and Fluffy sat in his lap. Anyone crazy enough to make some stupid comment about how -awkward- that was would find themselves in a world of pain. Quickly.
"As for you, since I know we're not just talking movies."
His tone took on a distinct sing-song voice at this time.
"Nooooo! Maybe you'll get something to do when you prove to me you can -handle- it. Heh."
Ohhh, BURN. He called you right out Annabel. Sucks to be you~
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