Title: Big Brother Dark Angel
Authors: Little Fella + The Goddess Bastet = Little-Goddess452
Disclaimer: Neither Big Brother nor Dark Angel belong to us. We don't have a million dollars to give away, nor would we want to (give it away). As for Dark Angel, if it belonged to us...it would *NOT* be cancelled.
Summary: Our favorite Dark Angel characters battle it out in Big Brother...Will they be able to survive three months of living in the same house?
Setting: Post-Freak Nation _-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*- _-*
A/N: OK, this is Nazzie and before you do anything else, stop and behold the power of guilt. I was so overcome by it, I decided to churn out another chapter. After all, Sugi did the last one, how long ago? Right... 10 months.
Oh, and in case anyone hasn't picked up on this yet, I really, really, really detest the inane rubbish that is the "Big Brother" reality show.
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Dedication: To Sugi, my co-author and friend. Without you, this fic - and probably not this chapter, considering how many times I sent it to you for polishing - would not exist. May we both live to see the last chapter!
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Chapter 3 : Unleashing the Idiot Within
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ONE WEEK AFTER THE ENTRY DEADLINE
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"Hmmm..."
As far as Max could discern from endless stream of "Big Brother" reruns she had subjected herself to, the most effective strategy for winning the affections of both housemates and audiences alike, was in fact a very simple one:
Show as much skin as possible, as often as possible.
For the old - no, recent - Max, this would be an unconquerable hurdle. An impossible task. A damn nightmare! But for the new, improved, post-Logan Max Guevara, this was one of those oppurtunities that put gleams in eyes, coaxed mouths to turn upwards in an evil (although clichèd) manner, made hands rub together viciously in anticipation, the friction thus causing goosebumps to ripple in waves along the flesh. Revenge, it turned out, was a highly erotic emotion. No wonder White always seemed to be enjoying himself.
But why should modesty come between her and $1000 000? It was time to be ruthless, and by the Blue Lady who had blessed her with a somewhat decent rack, she was going to enjoy every second of parading herself in that house! It was a scientific fact: males respond well to cleavage and when Logan - the prick that he was - turned on his television set, he was going to see each and every glorious curve that he had dismissed for that...that human.
"Let him drool," she announced with the newly aquired sadistic smile. Then she cringed as a rather upsetting vision of Logan drooling popped into her head. She'd caught him doing it once when he'd fallen asleep at his computer. She realized that no man was perfect ... but really... he wasn't even in the same area code as perfect.
Payback was going to be so very, very sweet...
Provided, of course, that she was actually selected.
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Normal was sure of himself. He may not be the most muscular of men, but what he lacked in brawn, he made up for it in brains... or so his mother had said. The competition he would face in the Big Brother House would undoubtedly be superior to him in terms of youth, strength and facial bone structure, but he, Reagan Ronald, had the uppermost advantage when it came to the important factors of house-sharing...
He could keep the place so spotless that it would turn Martha Stewart speachless with delight.
"Beat that, you debauched imbeciles!"
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Sketchy, too, had discovered the perfect strategy. As a reporter in-the- making, he had access to articles and newspaper clippings from around the globe. Upon his search, he had found a very interesting fact. The very first South African version of Big Brother had been a huge success. Not only was one of the housemates a verbally abusive bodyguard with criminal charges, but another man - in a somewhat inebriated state - had fertalised the garden. The former became a superstar, the latter won the Million Rand.
Obviously, manners were not a requisite for winning this game. Neither was sobriety.
Proper bowel functions seemed to be a neccessity though.
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Yeah, you tell 'em my sistahs!" OC yelled at the television set. She was watching yet another installment of Wilma and Greg, her favorite television show about a strong lesbian women who fought for her rights in a heterosexually dominated world of men. The thought disgusted her. What on earth did men have that women didn't?
Well, besides that.
It just seemed that wherever she turned she was faced with egotistical males who had more testosterone than character. Well no more... Original Cindy was going to make sure that her voice was heard, that every woman in the world knew that they were empowered!
Of course, in order to stay in the game and get her message across, she was going to need an alliance with the best-looking female in the house...
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Rafer had his strategy planned out from the moment he had knocked into Max and realised that she was entering the show. His plan marvelled him in its complexity. It was ingenious...
Propose to Max.
After all, he wasn't so delusional as to not notice how crazy she was about him. She practically threw herself at him everytime they met... especially that time she'd collided herself against his car - dead giveaway! Not that he'd minded. Why not show the world the meaning of true love?
The audience wouldn't have the heart to evict an engaged couple, right?
Right?
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Alec jumped up in triumph when the perfect strategy hit him on the head - with the force of a sledgehammer, no less. He made a mental note to brace himself the next time he was struck by a brilliant idea, but there was not much danger of that happening too soon.
It was risky... after all, nobody had decided to employ this particular tactic since the dawn of the show's birth.
He was going to be sweet, charming and an all-round darling!
That meant no foul play, no harassing of the chickens, no drunken bouts of mud wrestling, no pork rind flinging, no sleeping with his female housemates. Well...perhaps that last one was venturing too far into sainthood . If there was a really pretty and willing member of the opposite sex, he might just try the tried and tested formula of winning over the audience. Other than that, he was going to be known as the nice guy - the guy your grandma would want you to date.
The plan was so crazy, it might just work!
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A/N: OK, wierd chapter, I know. I'm sorry. Just be thankful it exists.
I'm requesting ideas.Afterall, 3 months in a house is a long time, I'm sure we can fit in lots of requested moments (ahem...if we actually get that far before anyone dies of old age). I had a list of ideas that we had decided to fit into the fic, but my comp crashed and I cannot for the life of me remember everything. So think up stuff like house challenges or embarrasing situations etc. Feel free to e-mail us the ideas rather than posting them in reviews if you don't want anyone else to see them. (But review as well!!!!) The addy is... little_goddess452@hotmail.com
Authors: Little Fella + The Goddess Bastet = Little-Goddess452
Disclaimer: Neither Big Brother nor Dark Angel belong to us. We don't have a million dollars to give away, nor would we want to (give it away). As for Dark Angel, if it belonged to us...it would *NOT* be cancelled.
Summary: Our favorite Dark Angel characters battle it out in Big Brother...Will they be able to survive three months of living in the same house?
Setting: Post-Freak Nation _-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*- _-*
A/N: OK, this is Nazzie and before you do anything else, stop and behold the power of guilt. I was so overcome by it, I decided to churn out another chapter. After all, Sugi did the last one, how long ago? Right... 10 months.
Oh, and in case anyone hasn't picked up on this yet, I really, really, really detest the inane rubbish that is the "Big Brother" reality show.
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Dedication: To Sugi, my co-author and friend. Without you, this fic - and probably not this chapter, considering how many times I sent it to you for polishing - would not exist. May we both live to see the last chapter!
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Chapter 3 : Unleashing the Idiot Within
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ONE WEEK AFTER THE ENTRY DEADLINE
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"Hmmm..."
As far as Max could discern from endless stream of "Big Brother" reruns she had subjected herself to, the most effective strategy for winning the affections of both housemates and audiences alike, was in fact a very simple one:
Show as much skin as possible, as often as possible.
For the old - no, recent - Max, this would be an unconquerable hurdle. An impossible task. A damn nightmare! But for the new, improved, post-Logan Max Guevara, this was one of those oppurtunities that put gleams in eyes, coaxed mouths to turn upwards in an evil (although clichèd) manner, made hands rub together viciously in anticipation, the friction thus causing goosebumps to ripple in waves along the flesh. Revenge, it turned out, was a highly erotic emotion. No wonder White always seemed to be enjoying himself.
But why should modesty come between her and $1000 000? It was time to be ruthless, and by the Blue Lady who had blessed her with a somewhat decent rack, she was going to enjoy every second of parading herself in that house! It was a scientific fact: males respond well to cleavage and when Logan - the prick that he was - turned on his television set, he was going to see each and every glorious curve that he had dismissed for that...that human.
"Let him drool," she announced with the newly aquired sadistic smile. Then she cringed as a rather upsetting vision of Logan drooling popped into her head. She'd caught him doing it once when he'd fallen asleep at his computer. She realized that no man was perfect ... but really... he wasn't even in the same area code as perfect.
Payback was going to be so very, very sweet...
Provided, of course, that she was actually selected.
_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*- _-*
Normal was sure of himself. He may not be the most muscular of men, but what he lacked in brawn, he made up for it in brains... or so his mother had said. The competition he would face in the Big Brother House would undoubtedly be superior to him in terms of youth, strength and facial bone structure, but he, Reagan Ronald, had the uppermost advantage when it came to the important factors of house-sharing...
He could keep the place so spotless that it would turn Martha Stewart speachless with delight.
"Beat that, you debauched imbeciles!"
_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*- _-*
Sketchy, too, had discovered the perfect strategy. As a reporter in-the- making, he had access to articles and newspaper clippings from around the globe. Upon his search, he had found a very interesting fact. The very first South African version of Big Brother had been a huge success. Not only was one of the housemates a verbally abusive bodyguard with criminal charges, but another man - in a somewhat inebriated state - had fertalised the garden. The former became a superstar, the latter won the Million Rand.
Obviously, manners were not a requisite for winning this game. Neither was sobriety.
Proper bowel functions seemed to be a neccessity though.
_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*- _-*
Yeah, you tell 'em my sistahs!" OC yelled at the television set. She was watching yet another installment of Wilma and Greg, her favorite television show about a strong lesbian women who fought for her rights in a heterosexually dominated world of men. The thought disgusted her. What on earth did men have that women didn't?
Well, besides that.
It just seemed that wherever she turned she was faced with egotistical males who had more testosterone than character. Well no more... Original Cindy was going to make sure that her voice was heard, that every woman in the world knew that they were empowered!
Of course, in order to stay in the game and get her message across, she was going to need an alliance with the best-looking female in the house...
_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*- _-*
Rafer had his strategy planned out from the moment he had knocked into Max and realised that she was entering the show. His plan marvelled him in its complexity. It was ingenious...
Propose to Max.
After all, he wasn't so delusional as to not notice how crazy she was about him. She practically threw herself at him everytime they met... especially that time she'd collided herself against his car - dead giveaway! Not that he'd minded. Why not show the world the meaning of true love?
The audience wouldn't have the heart to evict an engaged couple, right?
Right?
_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*- _-*
Alec jumped up in triumph when the perfect strategy hit him on the head - with the force of a sledgehammer, no less. He made a mental note to brace himself the next time he was struck by a brilliant idea, but there was not much danger of that happening too soon.
It was risky... after all, nobody had decided to employ this particular tactic since the dawn of the show's birth.
He was going to be sweet, charming and an all-round darling!
That meant no foul play, no harassing of the chickens, no drunken bouts of mud wrestling, no pork rind flinging, no sleeping with his female housemates. Well...perhaps that last one was venturing too far into sainthood . If there was a really pretty and willing member of the opposite sex, he might just try the tried and tested formula of winning over the audience. Other than that, he was going to be known as the nice guy - the guy your grandma would want you to date.
The plan was so crazy, it might just work!
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A/N: OK, wierd chapter, I know. I'm sorry. Just be thankful it exists.
I'm requesting ideas.Afterall, 3 months in a house is a long time, I'm sure we can fit in lots of requested moments (ahem...if we actually get that far before anyone dies of old age). I had a list of ideas that we had decided to fit into the fic, but my comp crashed and I cannot for the life of me remember everything. So think up stuff like house challenges or embarrasing situations etc. Feel free to e-mail us the ideas rather than posting them in reviews if you don't want anyone else to see them. (But review as well!!!!) The addy is... little_goddess452@hotmail.com
