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Wow, a long chapter... by the way, shounen-ai has started, if only a little bit. Not much else to say.
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Camp Happy Pants
By I R PinkCake and Bo Jangles [ a.k.a. TheHineyGods ]
Chapter Three - 'The Obstacle Course'
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"It's okay, Ren. Public humiliation isn't that bad," Horo comforted, putting his arm around Ren's shoulder.
"Especially when it's in front of the enemy. That's the best time for it," Hao remarked, putting his arm around Ren's other shoulder. Horo leaned back and glared at Hao for ruining 'Plan Seduce Ren.'
The group soon arrived at their cabin. Silva unlocked the door, which promptly fell to the floor due to a mysterious loss of hinges, and allowed everyone in.
"Okay, I think you should all get some shut eye. Tomorrow, at five thirty, we go to the obstacle course," Silva announced.
Troop 69 moaned when they realized he was referring to five thirty in the morning.
Everyone climbed into bed, the lights were shut off, and snoring soon followed.
Lyserg sat up and looked around from his perch above Ryu. Across the room, he could make out Hao, staring at him.
"What... parent killer?!" Lyserg asked angrily.
Hao raised his hands in front of his face and, wiggling his fingers, mouthed the words 'burned your parents' to him.
Lyserg clenched his fists, but ignored his initial thoughts about murdering Hao right there. He merely turned to face the wall and, after some time, fell asleep.
Morning came all too soon for Troop 69. They were all reluctantly dragged out of bed and forced into dressing in their camp clothes, all the while groaning and rubbing at their eyes.
"What time is it?" Horo moaned sleepily as they got dressed. In his half-awake state, he pulled on his shorts, stumbling, colliding with Ren, and almost getting his head bitten off by the irate Chinese boy in the process.
"It's four in the morning!" Silva answered happily, getting a chorus of sighs in response.
"Why are we up this early? I thought that you said that we are supposed to be at the obstacle course for five thirty," Manta said while he pulled at his shorts, which were pooling around his feet since they were the same length as everyone else's.
"Well, you want to eat, don't you?" Silva grabbed the door, which he had put up in the frame again for the night, and pulled it off. He set it against the wall and motioned for his troop to follow.
As they hiked through the dark abyss that is four a.m., they barely had the energy to complain. Yoh was practically asleep on his feet, Chocolove was too tired to even attempt a joke, and Lyserg couldn't manage a glare at Hao without yawning. The others were rubbing at the seemingly permanent sleep in their eyes.
They arrived at the Mess Hall after what seemed like an eternity. Troop 69 received their trays of who-knows-what camp food without so much as a negative word and sat at a table.
They were silently eating when they were confronted by Troop Eight again. Nichrome loomed over their table menacingly, his troop behind him.
"Oh, lookie here... if it isn't the ever lame Troop 69," he sneered.
"What do you want, Nichrome?" Silva asked with a glare.
"Oh, we just wanted to say 'hi' to you before we beat you in the obstacle course later. And, once we do that, we'll go and watch Saturday morning cartoons on our 32 inch television... in our cabin," he replied smugly.
"C'mon... let's go," Silva said to his troop, standing up and waiting for his troop to do the same.
"Run while you still can!" Nichrome shouted after Troop 69 as they left. "I'll get you Silva, and your little troop, too!"
When they arrived at the obstacle course, not only were they tired, but they were also hungry. The troop had only been halfway through their breakfast when Nichrome had ever so rudely interrupted them.
The obstacle course was like any other obstacle course. It started with a net to be climbed up, followed by a water-filled gap with piranhas, which they had to swing over on a rope. After that, they had to slide down another rope, crawl under a sheet of barbed wire that was very close to the ground, and scale a wall. Once up the wall, they had to run through six tires, down the steps, across a short stretch, then were asked one random trivia question before they could advance to the finish.
The first troop to get at least one member across the finish line was announced the winners. In other words, all Troop 69 had to do was get one member of their team through the whole obstacle course before Troop Eight did. Easier said than done.
Once all of the troops arrived, the campers were lined up at the starting line and the countdown began.
"Three... two... one! Go!" And they were off.
Everything was going great. All of Troop 69 made it up the net without fail -- except for Ryu. Unfortunately for him, he was knocked off of it by the pushing crowd; his shoe managed to get stuck in the ropes, and, when he fell off, he was left hanging upside-down by one foot.
Troop 69 was not daunted by this. One by one they crossed the gap by swinging on the rope, excluding Hao, who found it easier to float over everything with Spirit of Fire's assistance. Lyserg was swinging on the rope when he suddenly lost his grip and plummeted to the water below.
As Hao floated ever closer to the finish line, the remaining members of Troop 69 ran across the platform and shimmied down the rope.
Up next, they met with the dreaded barbed wire sheet. Cringing, the group threw themselves to the ground and, using their elbows, dragged their bodies under the wire. Upon exiting, Horo looked back to see that they had lost yet another member. Ren was clawing at his hair, which was stuck in the barbed wire. Horo grimaced but moved on as the rest called back to him.
He soon passed Manta, who was at the bottom of the wall, holding the rope and staring up at the long stretch that was the was they needed to scale. Once up the wall, the group was down to three, excluding Hao, who had apparently floated away.
As they started across the tires, they were neck-and-neck with Troop Eight, who still insisted on making faces. While attempting to return the rude gestures, Chocolove fell face-first into the tires and was trampled by Horo, who was running too fast to stop. He yelled an apology over his shoulder as he left the tires and continued on to the stairs.
About halfway down the staircase, Horo heard a loud thud behind him. He looked back to see Yoh, passed out on the stairs.
Horo pressed on, entering a large refrigerator box with a sign outside reading 'Question of DOOM!!'. Inside stood the camp leader, holding a flaming torch.
"I have a single question to ask. Answer correctly, you pass through. Answer incorrectly, you are out and must sing karaoke at the next campfire. Now, the question: How many stomachs does a cow have?"
Horo tapped his chin thoughtfully before shouting a happily incorrect answer.
"Banana Lincoln!"
The man shook his head sadly, watching as Troop Eight began to enter.
Down at the finish line, Hao stood with his hand hovering centimeters from the ribbon. He watched as, one by one, the members of Troop Eight began to exit the question box and run at the finish line. As they ran past him, breaking through the ribbon and winning the first of many lame camp events, Hao merely sighed.
"Not quick enough. Pity," Hao said, grinning and starting back to the cabin.
As Troop Eight popped the cork out of an expensive bottle of apple cider to celebrate, Troop 69 trudged past. Troop Eight made many uncouth comments as Troop 69 passed, the seven remaining members too tired to throw any comment back.
After a long trip to the infirmary and an extended petting session between Faust and a terrified Manta, Troop 69 headed out to the campfire.
When they arrived, Troop Eight took a few minutes to comment rather rudely on their bandages.
Lyserg had his left arm in a cast, Ren's point of pair was wrapped up, and Chocolove had been bandaged where Horo had trampled him. Manta's head was in bandages from when Troop Eight had tied him to the rope, lifted him up the wall, then dropped him. The ones who weren't bandaged were nursing bruised pride.
Obviously, not many had made it to the question box since the karaoke lineup was only a few people.
Horo's turn came around and he took his place by the campfire. When all was quiet, he began his own touching rendition of 'Row, Row, Row Your Boat.'
"Row, row, row your boat," he sang off-key, making rowing motions to accompany the song, "gently down the--"
He then cut himself off and began a completely different song. "Frosty the snowman was a very--"
"Okay, that's enough! Next!"
Horo was ushered away from the campfire before he could finish the line, and the next person took his place.
"Let's go back to the cabin," Silva suggested. Troop 69 grunted in agreement. They were tried and ached all over from their injuries.
"Besides, Hao went back there and we haven't seen him since."
Back at Cabin 69, Hao was playing a rousing game of solitaire.
"Sigh," Hao mumbled to himself. "Solitaire -- the loneliest game of all." He then laughed insanely and torched the cards in his hands.
At the moment that he burned the cars, Troop 69 dragged themselves into the cabin. Silva, seeing the flames, scolded him.
"Hao! Stop with the pyrotechnics! You could have burned down the whole cabin then we would've had to sleep outside with the snakes."
"Not like sleeping in here is much different," Hao commented before looking to his fellow troop members. He grinned when he spotted Lyserg's cast and stated, "I hear plaster of Paris is highly flammable."
Lyserg was restrained while he scratched, clawed, and bit at those holding him back, all the while yelling about Hao killing his parents.
"You parent-killing bastard!" Lyserg shouted angrily. He was eventually calmed down, and they were all put into bed.
Before they fell asleep, Silva said to them, "Tomorrow we'll be going to the Arts and Crafts building to do... arts and crafts."
With the promise of another oh-so-enjoyable day at camp in the future, Troop 69 groaned and went to sleep.
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Next chapter will come.. eventually. Going back to school tomorrow, so there's no telling if that'll hold us up. -sigh- Review, please! We need motivation!
Wow, a long chapter... by the way, shounen-ai has started, if only a little bit. Not much else to say.
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Camp Happy Pants
By I R PinkCake and Bo Jangles [ a.k.a. TheHineyGods ]
Chapter Three - 'The Obstacle Course'
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"It's okay, Ren. Public humiliation isn't that bad," Horo comforted, putting his arm around Ren's shoulder.
"Especially when it's in front of the enemy. That's the best time for it," Hao remarked, putting his arm around Ren's other shoulder. Horo leaned back and glared at Hao for ruining 'Plan Seduce Ren.'
The group soon arrived at their cabin. Silva unlocked the door, which promptly fell to the floor due to a mysterious loss of hinges, and allowed everyone in.
"Okay, I think you should all get some shut eye. Tomorrow, at five thirty, we go to the obstacle course," Silva announced.
Troop 69 moaned when they realized he was referring to five thirty in the morning.
Everyone climbed into bed, the lights were shut off, and snoring soon followed.
Lyserg sat up and looked around from his perch above Ryu. Across the room, he could make out Hao, staring at him.
"What... parent killer?!" Lyserg asked angrily.
Hao raised his hands in front of his face and, wiggling his fingers, mouthed the words 'burned your parents' to him.
Lyserg clenched his fists, but ignored his initial thoughts about murdering Hao right there. He merely turned to face the wall and, after some time, fell asleep.
Morning came all too soon for Troop 69. They were all reluctantly dragged out of bed and forced into dressing in their camp clothes, all the while groaning and rubbing at their eyes.
"What time is it?" Horo moaned sleepily as they got dressed. In his half-awake state, he pulled on his shorts, stumbling, colliding with Ren, and almost getting his head bitten off by the irate Chinese boy in the process.
"It's four in the morning!" Silva answered happily, getting a chorus of sighs in response.
"Why are we up this early? I thought that you said that we are supposed to be at the obstacle course for five thirty," Manta said while he pulled at his shorts, which were pooling around his feet since they were the same length as everyone else's.
"Well, you want to eat, don't you?" Silva grabbed the door, which he had put up in the frame again for the night, and pulled it off. He set it against the wall and motioned for his troop to follow.
As they hiked through the dark abyss that is four a.m., they barely had the energy to complain. Yoh was practically asleep on his feet, Chocolove was too tired to even attempt a joke, and Lyserg couldn't manage a glare at Hao without yawning. The others were rubbing at the seemingly permanent sleep in their eyes.
They arrived at the Mess Hall after what seemed like an eternity. Troop 69 received their trays of who-knows-what camp food without so much as a negative word and sat at a table.
They were silently eating when they were confronted by Troop Eight again. Nichrome loomed over their table menacingly, his troop behind him.
"Oh, lookie here... if it isn't the ever lame Troop 69," he sneered.
"What do you want, Nichrome?" Silva asked with a glare.
"Oh, we just wanted to say 'hi' to you before we beat you in the obstacle course later. And, once we do that, we'll go and watch Saturday morning cartoons on our 32 inch television... in our cabin," he replied smugly.
"C'mon... let's go," Silva said to his troop, standing up and waiting for his troop to do the same.
"Run while you still can!" Nichrome shouted after Troop 69 as they left. "I'll get you Silva, and your little troop, too!"
When they arrived at the obstacle course, not only were they tired, but they were also hungry. The troop had only been halfway through their breakfast when Nichrome had ever so rudely interrupted them.
The obstacle course was like any other obstacle course. It started with a net to be climbed up, followed by a water-filled gap with piranhas, which they had to swing over on a rope. After that, they had to slide down another rope, crawl under a sheet of barbed wire that was very close to the ground, and scale a wall. Once up the wall, they had to run through six tires, down the steps, across a short stretch, then were asked one random trivia question before they could advance to the finish.
The first troop to get at least one member across the finish line was announced the winners. In other words, all Troop 69 had to do was get one member of their team through the whole obstacle course before Troop Eight did. Easier said than done.
Once all of the troops arrived, the campers were lined up at the starting line and the countdown began.
"Three... two... one! Go!" And they were off.
Everything was going great. All of Troop 69 made it up the net without fail -- except for Ryu. Unfortunately for him, he was knocked off of it by the pushing crowd; his shoe managed to get stuck in the ropes, and, when he fell off, he was left hanging upside-down by one foot.
Troop 69 was not daunted by this. One by one they crossed the gap by swinging on the rope, excluding Hao, who found it easier to float over everything with Spirit of Fire's assistance. Lyserg was swinging on the rope when he suddenly lost his grip and plummeted to the water below.
As Hao floated ever closer to the finish line, the remaining members of Troop 69 ran across the platform and shimmied down the rope.
Up next, they met with the dreaded barbed wire sheet. Cringing, the group threw themselves to the ground and, using their elbows, dragged their bodies under the wire. Upon exiting, Horo looked back to see that they had lost yet another member. Ren was clawing at his hair, which was stuck in the barbed wire. Horo grimaced but moved on as the rest called back to him.
He soon passed Manta, who was at the bottom of the wall, holding the rope and staring up at the long stretch that was the was they needed to scale. Once up the wall, the group was down to three, excluding Hao, who had apparently floated away.
As they started across the tires, they were neck-and-neck with Troop Eight, who still insisted on making faces. While attempting to return the rude gestures, Chocolove fell face-first into the tires and was trampled by Horo, who was running too fast to stop. He yelled an apology over his shoulder as he left the tires and continued on to the stairs.
About halfway down the staircase, Horo heard a loud thud behind him. He looked back to see Yoh, passed out on the stairs.
Horo pressed on, entering a large refrigerator box with a sign outside reading 'Question of DOOM!!'. Inside stood the camp leader, holding a flaming torch.
"I have a single question to ask. Answer correctly, you pass through. Answer incorrectly, you are out and must sing karaoke at the next campfire. Now, the question: How many stomachs does a cow have?"
Horo tapped his chin thoughtfully before shouting a happily incorrect answer.
"Banana Lincoln!"
The man shook his head sadly, watching as Troop Eight began to enter.
Down at the finish line, Hao stood with his hand hovering centimeters from the ribbon. He watched as, one by one, the members of Troop Eight began to exit the question box and run at the finish line. As they ran past him, breaking through the ribbon and winning the first of many lame camp events, Hao merely sighed.
"Not quick enough. Pity," Hao said, grinning and starting back to the cabin.
As Troop Eight popped the cork out of an expensive bottle of apple cider to celebrate, Troop 69 trudged past. Troop Eight made many uncouth comments as Troop 69 passed, the seven remaining members too tired to throw any comment back.
After a long trip to the infirmary and an extended petting session between Faust and a terrified Manta, Troop 69 headed out to the campfire.
When they arrived, Troop Eight took a few minutes to comment rather rudely on their bandages.
Lyserg had his left arm in a cast, Ren's point of pair was wrapped up, and Chocolove had been bandaged where Horo had trampled him. Manta's head was in bandages from when Troop Eight had tied him to the rope, lifted him up the wall, then dropped him. The ones who weren't bandaged were nursing bruised pride.
Obviously, not many had made it to the question box since the karaoke lineup was only a few people.
Horo's turn came around and he took his place by the campfire. When all was quiet, he began his own touching rendition of 'Row, Row, Row Your Boat.'
"Row, row, row your boat," he sang off-key, making rowing motions to accompany the song, "gently down the--"
He then cut himself off and began a completely different song. "Frosty the snowman was a very--"
"Okay, that's enough! Next!"
Horo was ushered away from the campfire before he could finish the line, and the next person took his place.
"Let's go back to the cabin," Silva suggested. Troop 69 grunted in agreement. They were tried and ached all over from their injuries.
"Besides, Hao went back there and we haven't seen him since."
Back at Cabin 69, Hao was playing a rousing game of solitaire.
"Sigh," Hao mumbled to himself. "Solitaire -- the loneliest game of all." He then laughed insanely and torched the cards in his hands.
At the moment that he burned the cars, Troop 69 dragged themselves into the cabin. Silva, seeing the flames, scolded him.
"Hao! Stop with the pyrotechnics! You could have burned down the whole cabin then we would've had to sleep outside with the snakes."
"Not like sleeping in here is much different," Hao commented before looking to his fellow troop members. He grinned when he spotted Lyserg's cast and stated, "I hear plaster of Paris is highly flammable."
Lyserg was restrained while he scratched, clawed, and bit at those holding him back, all the while yelling about Hao killing his parents.
"You parent-killing bastard!" Lyserg shouted angrily. He was eventually calmed down, and they were all put into bed.
Before they fell asleep, Silva said to them, "Tomorrow we'll be going to the Arts and Crafts building to do... arts and crafts."
With the promise of another oh-so-enjoyable day at camp in the future, Troop 69 groaned and went to sleep.
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Next chapter will come.. eventually. Going back to school tomorrow, so there's no telling if that'll hold us up. -sigh- Review, please! We need motivation!