BIG BROTHER ER STYLEE (BUT nothing like BB!! Confused? I am!)
FIRST FEW HOURS IN THE HOUSE
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters they belong to the WB, and all those talented writers out there, you know who you are, etc.
Author's note: This is my first fanfic, so please RATE AND REVIEW to let me know your thoughts. And also this will be based more on the English version of BB considering I'm English and haven't seen the US version, but still, no flames just yet, hehehe.
Thanks to my English teacher Lynne, she taught me all I know, so if you are going to complain, give her a buzz instead of me, hehe.
Oh and sorry for stereotyping (well, I'm basically mocking my own people, so don't say I am being biased)
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Just to set the scene:
All of the housemates are now inside the house, and will remain there until they are nominated and put up for eviction and then public vote them out (ultimately the public being me, because I decide who goes and who stays. What can I say? Its one of the perks of the job, hehe) They have been in there for little over than 5 minutes and already they are starting to notice things about each other that they can't stand, i.e. they are seriously annoying the hell out of each other. The housemates are in the living room.
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FIRST FEW HOURS IN THE BIG BROTHER HOUSE
'Arghh, it makes me soo mad you know. I just can't believe it. It's because I'm a woman. They think that I have NO opinion about anything,' Deb whinged to the other housemates as she slumped herself on to the middle of the couch. The other housemates rose from their seats and wandered off elsewhere in the house to escape her approaching feminist speech.
'Hey Debs, I'm sure they didn't do it on purpose,' Carter tried to calm her down, an erratic female locked alongside five members of the male species wouldn't exactly go down well, he thought. 'It doesn't make any real difference, you know Debs. You're still you, no one can change that.'
Debs stared at Carter, she was still fuming, Carter looked around at the other housemates in desperation for their help.
Elizabeth was quick to come to his aide, 'Yes,' she said gently, 'I think I know how to solve this. It'll all be fine, I promise you.' Elizabeth planned in her head every word and action she made to Debs so as not to upset her anymore. After all, she was a temperamental woman as well, so she knew what it was like to flip out over nothing. (I am a woman myself as well so don't say I'm sexist, it's the best part of being a laydee, being able to be soo moody, hehe life is sweet)
Deb now looked at Elizabeth who was trying to comfort her. Elizabeth went on, 'See its not so bad.' Elizabeth began to get excited as she was to reveal her course of action to Debs. She smiled and said, 'I'll get us both a cup of tea.' Elizabeth grinned as Deb stared at her in absolute amazement. 'Does she really believe that tea has some sort of magic healing power?' thought Deb disgustedly at Elizabeth for trivialising such matters, who was beginning to get just as angry at that suggestion. With that Elizabeth got up from the couch and wandered over to the kitchen to make a brew, one of her more pleasurable pass times. Debs began to breathe heavily through her nose.
Carter flustered towards her still trying to prevent her from exploding, again he scanned the room pleaing for help with his eyes. Yes, those puppy dog eyes. Those puppy dog eyes that could make people do anything. It was Kerry this time that came to his rescue.
'Well, you know Jing Mei, really worse things could happen. But this isn't really so bad. But if it will make you feel any better, I can have a full investigation into this, I mean like a real inquiry to find out what the hell happened.'
Deb eyes filled with delight. Oh how she loved to take legal action against people, she loved to take matters to the highest board. Kerry continued as she could see Debs starting lighten up at this prospect, 'Yes, I can have the person responsible charged with discrimination, I'll take it to the very top, and further, to anyone who will listen. Things like this shouldn't go unnoticed. It's about time a victim spoke out.' Kerry got carried away, as usual on matters relating to work, she too thrived off authority and regulation. Debs jumped up from the couch and clapped her hands excitedly, 'Ooo yea. So how far do you think I can take this thing?' she asked Kerry.
'All the way,' she said simply. With that Debs let out an exited squeal, continued to jump up and down and put her hands towards her mouth. 'That'll teach them,' she said smugly. 'Its Jing Mei, not Debs.'
When they first entered the house, the housemates decided that before exploring their new habitat, they would stay in the living room and look around together, but what with Deb's melodrama, Pratt got somewhat bored of the idea and decided to do his own thang. He had slung his bag down when he first came in, half expecting someone else to later move it before someone tripped over it, but that never happened. Pratt went off in search of the room with the best mirrors and upon stumbling across it, he then wandered back into their living room. He retrieved his bag and took it into the best bedroom out of the two, claiming the double bed by housing his suitcase in the middle. He flipped open the locks on the case and emptied its contents over the bed and the surrounding floor space to make his mark. Happily, he smiled at his effort, and left the bedroom to see if the Debs thing had blown over.
An excited Deb bounced about the living as the other housemates looked dazed and confused by all the events, failing to realise that Pratt was even missing. He still chuckled to himself, 'Why, I'm such a sly dawg.'
Finally, Abby remembered that they hadn't been assigned bedrooms, 'Hey you guys, you know what? We haven't even chosen our rooms yet. How will we decide who goes where?' Well there's a room full of arguably intelligent doctors, and it's the nurse who makes the most sense.
Pratt chuckled to himself once more, knowing that he had the best bed in the house, all he needed now was for a laydee to share it with. He cleared his throat as the other continued deliberating.
'Well I think that the girls should have the best bedroom,' Carter said as he looked over to the female members of the house. coughs ass licker coughs They quickly made a run towards Carter, and began to shower him with strokes of affection, kisses of joy all tied up with sweet compliments. Abby was more than happy to join in with this act, perhaps she was enjoying it a little too much, but she didn't care. Luka shot daggers to Carter (not literally people, he's been stabbed once before, I'm not going to put him through it all again). He wanted to be a part of their affections. 'Hey, yes,' he said smoothly, 'I think that women are the most sacred thing in the world, they deserve to be looked after, protected. They should be loved, be honoured,' he continued.
Romano stared at him puzzled and shook his head in disbelief. 'Really?' he muttered sarcastically. 'And I thought a ten dollar bill would cover it.' All that talk of love made Robert think about Gretel, boy was he really missing her now. It was about the time when she would come sit on his lap, and caress his face with her tongue. (Ewwww, lets leave the Rocket's head for now, this is PG not Animal Farm)
'So that is why I think that you beautiful women should have the biggest bedroom. Well, I use the term beautiful very generally because I know that some are blessed more than others,' he changed his tone as he glanced over to Abby. (Hey this is going by what he said, oh yes it)
'Awwww, Luka, you're so sweet,' Susan gushed as she fluttered her eyelashes at Luka and swung her head to the side so quickly and sharply that Abby wondered if it had snapped off from her neck. Oh how she wished it would. 'Look at her,' thought Abby. 'Why is she doing this to me? Why does she have to throw herself in front of guys. In front of guys that I like.' Oh Abby, so many questions, so few answers.
Gallant, always the do-gooder, decided he wanted to show his charitable side too. 'Yeah, its only fair that you get the best room,' he said looking in the females direction. 'Anyway,' he continued, 'I'm in the Air Force so I'm used to dormitories. You know,' he continued.
'Really? Ow that's too kind Gallant,' Debs stated. 'But technically we should have the best room anyway. I mean, we're women, for years and years we were oppressed individuals in society, we were treated like second class citizens.'
'Damn not this feminist crap again, I thought I avoided that earlier on when took the stuff to my bed,' Pratt moaned quietly. He raised his voice so Debs could hear what he was saying from on the sofa, as she stood by the kitchen worktop like she was at a podium giving a speech at the White House. 'So that automatically makes up for that, does it?' he asked her.
'Sorry?' she replied confused. He replied, 'Well, all this fuss you keep causing because of oppressed women and second rate in society or whatever. And the way to pay you back for that is to give you a bedroom with ensuite bathroom?' he mocked.
'Well, erm,' she stumbled. Pratt had caught her off guard; he loved to see her struggle. He decided that he should see her fluster some more. 'And while you go on about this, you seem to forget about the slave trade, huh. You know what I'm talking about. I'm black, and yeah in the past we were treated like dawgs, so does that qualify me for the best room, huh? Does it?' Debs stared at Pratt, her eyes filled with tears she couldn't bear to be beaten but she was, he had a point although she didn't admit it. Her mouth began to quiver and the tears became puddles in her eyes. Carter swooped in to the rescue again before Lake Jing Mei burst its banks.
'Anyway,' he added. 'I called the room hours ago.' He got up and wandered off to his retreat. The other guys, except Carter, followed suit without hesitation, smiling smugly to themselves that they were going to live in luxury for the next few weeks. Oh how life was sweet.
'I'll get us a spot of tea shall I?' the men heard Elizabeth ask from the safety of their bedroom.
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Please RATE AND REVIEW this people because I really want feedback still. The next instalment will be up soon, they will be 'highlights' of the days.
FIRST FEW HOURS IN THE HOUSE
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters they belong to the WB, and all those talented writers out there, you know who you are, etc.
Author's note: This is my first fanfic, so please RATE AND REVIEW to let me know your thoughts. And also this will be based more on the English version of BB considering I'm English and haven't seen the US version, but still, no flames just yet, hehehe.
Thanks to my English teacher Lynne, she taught me all I know, so if you are going to complain, give her a buzz instead of me, hehe.
Oh and sorry for stereotyping (well, I'm basically mocking my own people, so don't say I am being biased)
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Just to set the scene:
All of the housemates are now inside the house, and will remain there until they are nominated and put up for eviction and then public vote them out (ultimately the public being me, because I decide who goes and who stays. What can I say? Its one of the perks of the job, hehe) They have been in there for little over than 5 minutes and already they are starting to notice things about each other that they can't stand, i.e. they are seriously annoying the hell out of each other. The housemates are in the living room.
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FIRST FEW HOURS IN THE BIG BROTHER HOUSE
'Arghh, it makes me soo mad you know. I just can't believe it. It's because I'm a woman. They think that I have NO opinion about anything,' Deb whinged to the other housemates as she slumped herself on to the middle of the couch. The other housemates rose from their seats and wandered off elsewhere in the house to escape her approaching feminist speech.
'Hey Debs, I'm sure they didn't do it on purpose,' Carter tried to calm her down, an erratic female locked alongside five members of the male species wouldn't exactly go down well, he thought. 'It doesn't make any real difference, you know Debs. You're still you, no one can change that.'
Debs stared at Carter, she was still fuming, Carter looked around at the other housemates in desperation for their help.
Elizabeth was quick to come to his aide, 'Yes,' she said gently, 'I think I know how to solve this. It'll all be fine, I promise you.' Elizabeth planned in her head every word and action she made to Debs so as not to upset her anymore. After all, she was a temperamental woman as well, so she knew what it was like to flip out over nothing. (I am a woman myself as well so don't say I'm sexist, it's the best part of being a laydee, being able to be soo moody, hehe life is sweet)
Deb now looked at Elizabeth who was trying to comfort her. Elizabeth went on, 'See its not so bad.' Elizabeth began to get excited as she was to reveal her course of action to Debs. She smiled and said, 'I'll get us both a cup of tea.' Elizabeth grinned as Deb stared at her in absolute amazement. 'Does she really believe that tea has some sort of magic healing power?' thought Deb disgustedly at Elizabeth for trivialising such matters, who was beginning to get just as angry at that suggestion. With that Elizabeth got up from the couch and wandered over to the kitchen to make a brew, one of her more pleasurable pass times. Debs began to breathe heavily through her nose.
Carter flustered towards her still trying to prevent her from exploding, again he scanned the room pleaing for help with his eyes. Yes, those puppy dog eyes. Those puppy dog eyes that could make people do anything. It was Kerry this time that came to his rescue.
'Well, you know Jing Mei, really worse things could happen. But this isn't really so bad. But if it will make you feel any better, I can have a full investigation into this, I mean like a real inquiry to find out what the hell happened.'
Deb eyes filled with delight. Oh how she loved to take legal action against people, she loved to take matters to the highest board. Kerry continued as she could see Debs starting lighten up at this prospect, 'Yes, I can have the person responsible charged with discrimination, I'll take it to the very top, and further, to anyone who will listen. Things like this shouldn't go unnoticed. It's about time a victim spoke out.' Kerry got carried away, as usual on matters relating to work, she too thrived off authority and regulation. Debs jumped up from the couch and clapped her hands excitedly, 'Ooo yea. So how far do you think I can take this thing?' she asked Kerry.
'All the way,' she said simply. With that Debs let out an exited squeal, continued to jump up and down and put her hands towards her mouth. 'That'll teach them,' she said smugly. 'Its Jing Mei, not Debs.'
When they first entered the house, the housemates decided that before exploring their new habitat, they would stay in the living room and look around together, but what with Deb's melodrama, Pratt got somewhat bored of the idea and decided to do his own thang. He had slung his bag down when he first came in, half expecting someone else to later move it before someone tripped over it, but that never happened. Pratt went off in search of the room with the best mirrors and upon stumbling across it, he then wandered back into their living room. He retrieved his bag and took it into the best bedroom out of the two, claiming the double bed by housing his suitcase in the middle. He flipped open the locks on the case and emptied its contents over the bed and the surrounding floor space to make his mark. Happily, he smiled at his effort, and left the bedroom to see if the Debs thing had blown over.
An excited Deb bounced about the living as the other housemates looked dazed and confused by all the events, failing to realise that Pratt was even missing. He still chuckled to himself, 'Why, I'm such a sly dawg.'
Finally, Abby remembered that they hadn't been assigned bedrooms, 'Hey you guys, you know what? We haven't even chosen our rooms yet. How will we decide who goes where?' Well there's a room full of arguably intelligent doctors, and it's the nurse who makes the most sense.
Pratt chuckled to himself once more, knowing that he had the best bed in the house, all he needed now was for a laydee to share it with. He cleared his throat as the other continued deliberating.
'Well I think that the girls should have the best bedroom,' Carter said as he looked over to the female members of the house. coughs ass licker coughs They quickly made a run towards Carter, and began to shower him with strokes of affection, kisses of joy all tied up with sweet compliments. Abby was more than happy to join in with this act, perhaps she was enjoying it a little too much, but she didn't care. Luka shot daggers to Carter (not literally people, he's been stabbed once before, I'm not going to put him through it all again). He wanted to be a part of their affections. 'Hey, yes,' he said smoothly, 'I think that women are the most sacred thing in the world, they deserve to be looked after, protected. They should be loved, be honoured,' he continued.
Romano stared at him puzzled and shook his head in disbelief. 'Really?' he muttered sarcastically. 'And I thought a ten dollar bill would cover it.' All that talk of love made Robert think about Gretel, boy was he really missing her now. It was about the time when she would come sit on his lap, and caress his face with her tongue. (Ewwww, lets leave the Rocket's head for now, this is PG not Animal Farm)
'So that is why I think that you beautiful women should have the biggest bedroom. Well, I use the term beautiful very generally because I know that some are blessed more than others,' he changed his tone as he glanced over to Abby. (Hey this is going by what he said, oh yes it)
'Awwww, Luka, you're so sweet,' Susan gushed as she fluttered her eyelashes at Luka and swung her head to the side so quickly and sharply that Abby wondered if it had snapped off from her neck. Oh how she wished it would. 'Look at her,' thought Abby. 'Why is she doing this to me? Why does she have to throw herself in front of guys. In front of guys that I like.' Oh Abby, so many questions, so few answers.
Gallant, always the do-gooder, decided he wanted to show his charitable side too. 'Yeah, its only fair that you get the best room,' he said looking in the females direction. 'Anyway,' he continued, 'I'm in the Air Force so I'm used to dormitories. You know,' he continued.
'Really? Ow that's too kind Gallant,' Debs stated. 'But technically we should have the best room anyway. I mean, we're women, for years and years we were oppressed individuals in society, we were treated like second class citizens.'
'Damn not this feminist crap again, I thought I avoided that earlier on when took the stuff to my bed,' Pratt moaned quietly. He raised his voice so Debs could hear what he was saying from on the sofa, as she stood by the kitchen worktop like she was at a podium giving a speech at the White House. 'So that automatically makes up for that, does it?' he asked her.
'Sorry?' she replied confused. He replied, 'Well, all this fuss you keep causing because of oppressed women and second rate in society or whatever. And the way to pay you back for that is to give you a bedroom with ensuite bathroom?' he mocked.
'Well, erm,' she stumbled. Pratt had caught her off guard; he loved to see her struggle. He decided that he should see her fluster some more. 'And while you go on about this, you seem to forget about the slave trade, huh. You know what I'm talking about. I'm black, and yeah in the past we were treated like dawgs, so does that qualify me for the best room, huh? Does it?' Debs stared at Pratt, her eyes filled with tears she couldn't bear to be beaten but she was, he had a point although she didn't admit it. Her mouth began to quiver and the tears became puddles in her eyes. Carter swooped in to the rescue again before Lake Jing Mei burst its banks.
'Anyway,' he added. 'I called the room hours ago.' He got up and wandered off to his retreat. The other guys, except Carter, followed suit without hesitation, smiling smugly to themselves that they were going to live in luxury for the next few weeks. Oh how life was sweet.
'I'll get us a spot of tea shall I?' the men heard Elizabeth ask from the safety of their bedroom.
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Please RATE AND REVIEW this people because I really want feedback still. The next instalment will be up soon, they will be 'highlights' of the days.