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 Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 4:21 am
 She was waiting out in a waiting room. She had been invited to a place where her talent agent had said she was being invited to be interviewed about her participation in that one reality show she had been on. It had been a while since that show had been on, so she was ridiculously surprised to hear about anyone asking after it. While she waited in a room she was deposited into, she found it odd that she was the only one there. She recalled when that show started, there were plenty of other kids as well. Was she the only one? Why would that be? She sure didn't win it. She recalled some of the later tasks before she failed out of that entire thing.
She then remembered the happening resort she got to kick back at after she left that island. "Man. That was pretty nice. If only people on that island knew what the losers were going to. I'd think we won, but hey.. what can you do."
Then, her nose twitched. Something odd and out of place kept tingling it. There it was again. Then, the fire alarms went off, and sprinklers all over turned on. A random tv exec busted in and yelled at her for her to follow everyone while they evacuated the studio. Now, she was getting all sopping wet. Not only that, she was really concerned her journal and her laptop in her bag were gonna get all wet. It was a pretty newish laptop too. She had just got it, so she could podcast from anywhere.
When she was waiting outside the building, she was waiting for an ok that everyone was allowed back. It felt like an eternity they were waiting. Had there actually been a fire somewhere inside? Then, out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw a flame moving around in the crowd. She leaned over to watch it move. Oh, it wasn't fire. It was just someone's pants. No, wait. Not pants. A tail. THAT TAIL... why did it seem familiar. Since she had nothing better to do than just stand there and wait, she moved through the crowd to get a better look at that tail. It felt vaguely familiar.
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:33 pm
 Fire, what fire? I assure Lucifer has NO idea what you're talking about, not at all--oh, you mean -that- fire. Nope, still don't know what you're talking about, nope. Now the explosion that started the fire, that might be a--NOPE STILL DUNNO WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! The tall audio smirked around the cigarette held loosely between his teeth, fiery tail flicking behind him as he walked. His hands were in his pockets, his steps casual. He most certainly had not had anything to do with that explosion, and he had certainly not been the one that set it on a rival television show's set. No, it most definitely was not him. How could you possibly think it was him?! >.> <.< Another smirk. He had a certain shark friend to re-collect from a certain host.
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:45 pm
 Usually visiting a rival station was beneath Chris McLean. Clearly the station he worked for was the best (if he didn't think so, the Producers would have corrected him anyway), and Chris usually only had time for the best.
Except in cases were causing a little trouble would amuse him. This happened to be one of those times! Why, go check up on the station that was apparently having a little fire trouble? Sure. Why not. It wasn't like he was bumming around Wawanakwa today anyway!
Humming happily to himself Chris arrived on the scene and quickly mingled in with the others standing around. He wasn't looking to stand out just yet. But if someone wanted to notice him in his fabulous director accessories well...he wouldn't complain.
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:57 pm
She had finally managed to weave in between some people to move closer, but she hadn't been fast enough at first. He had continued to move further and further away. She just stood there staring for a little while. Her mind was being jogged back some few years. This entire episode was starting to feel just if not a little odd. What were the chances she happened to be here at the same day as him?
She could see that people weren't being let back into the building anytime soon. She decided to walk around a wider parameter to look for some food trucks. Her long and green tail moved in the air. Someone had stopped her once to tell her that bird on her tail looked like it was actually flying when her tail moved a certain way. She thanked them and smiled. She waved as she walked off and stopped dead in her tracks.
She stood there rubbing her eyes. No way. This couldn't be. She closed her eyes and rubbed a little harder at them. She then stuck the tips of her paw in her mouth and bit as hard as she could. DAMN. That ******** hurt. She wasn't seeing things. That dark hair. This was making her curious. Had him and the pyro camper came together. She pulled out a sheet of paper from her bag. She made a paper airplane out of it and threw it hoping to hit that no good Chris in the head with it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 4:31 am
It was a shame that most people seemed rather calmed down by now. Chris preferred chaos! People running around crazily made for great television. Not that any of this was being filmed for a crazy TV show or anything....but McLean was often stuck in 'host' mode as it were.
Still, he was rather content to poke around...maybe he could stir up some trouble himself. It was deep in this thought that the airplane found it's way into the hair of the host. It pulled him right out of his thinking and sent a paw flying up to swat the offending paper out of his hair.
"Alright dude, who threw that? SO not cool!"
Dark eyes darted around, looking for the culprit. Clearly someone here was just too scared of his awesome to ask for an autograph or something. It was understandable...he was a pretty cool guy.
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 8:28 am
More chaos you say? Oh Chris, you should know by now there is -always- more chaos. (< As if on cue, there was a second explosion and another unleashing of smoke, alarms and sirens. One might think the whole thing had been planned that way, that the second fire/explosion was on a delay trigger from the first. Oh it was a beautiful thing, a perfect mix of...ahem! That is, nope, Lucifer had nothing to do with this one either, nothing at all, he had NO IDEA WHATSOEVER of what had happened. Hand still in his pocket, Lucifer casually walked toward the television host, turned, and leaned against a nearby post. He took a drag from his cigarette before flicking the spent butt away. "Nice day isn't it."
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 3:34 pm
Carmen had been standing somewhere close enough to watch, but she was far away to hopefully not be seen too openly. She went back to one of the trucks and ordered herself a nice tasty hot drink. She got an idea. She requested a few more coffees. She put them all on one of those drink carriers with the empty holding pocket filled with creams, sugars, and some stirrers. She then attempted to mosey on over.
As she approached back to where she had seen that host at, her eyes widened. She thought those flames looked familiar. Something about him seemed different, but it had been a few years. She then sashayed over rather quietly, with her tail fluffing behind her all along the way. "Did someone request coffee?"
She held the tray up for them to take one if they wanted. She looked at them with probing eyes. Seeing them both there together; she suddenly began to wonder if it were some uncanny coincidence that she had been invited out here. "Am I somehow here because of your doing, good sir?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 8:01 pm
Well whoever threw that paper airplane was missing out on an awesome autograph. Sucked to be them. Chris' attention was drawn to the fire-marked Audio as he made his approach and settled himself nearby.
Oh, and there was that whole second explosion thing too.
"Awesome day. Love the added explosions, you always know how to leave an impression."
And then someone else approached, and Chris quickly nabbed a coffee from them. Hell -yes- he was going to accept coffee served to him. Even if he didn't really request it.....whatever. Worked for him!
Though...something seemed rather familiar about this coffee girl. How many Audio actually had -birds- on their tail? .....Why was it so familiar. Why the hell couldn't he put his paw on it???
Roll with it McLean.
"I suppose you could say that."
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 9:50 am
There was that smirk again, there might have even been the hint of a wicked chuckle. "I do so enjoy my work." There was no other indication he knew what Chris was talking about, no change in his posture, no movement to draw attention. Not that there was anyone nearby to suspect him, they were all still busy either running away or trying to put out the fire. Heh heh heh, glorious. But there was one person near, someone who seemed more familiar than he was sure he cared for. And it was that person who earned a long stare as he reached into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes, put one his mouth, retrieved his lighter, lit it, and took a drag. It was only after he had exhaled a puff of smoke that he reached for the coffee. Hmmm, how would this play out...
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2013 11:57 am
Carmen took her coffee and then set the tray on the ground next to her with all the creams and sugars on it. Standing up, her tail drifted behind her. She moved her sunglasses down over her eyes as to hide her eyes and maybe look not so standoutish. It was times when you just wanted to blend in that tattoos of bright blue birds just really seemed to stand out. They had seemed like a good idea at the time.
She caught Lucifer's stare. She just waited to see if there were any bark or bite behind that look. When there wasn't anything, her gaze shifted back to Chris. "You know. I just wanna say. I hope it wasn't intentional to have me inside that building when all that happened on purpose. Since I'd like to point out that back when I knew you before, I was a pretty good sport about your torments. In the few interviews I've had requested of me about that adventure, I've never once given you bad press or said anything less than placating about. I would like to hope you wouldn't randomly kill me."
Her eyes blinked over to look at Lucifer again. That's right. He hadn't been in her cabin, and the more she considered it. She never really spent any kind of personal time with him, but she could recall the first day of camp with a messhall full of young campers. She recalled him sitting at a far table in the room by himself with.. was it a pack of matches? Funny how maybe you don't notice those sorts of things till you remember them.
"I could make it easy for you guys and tell you my name, but no. I wanna hear you say it. I'm pretty sure Mr. McLean knew the names of every camper by heart at once time."
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