Umbrella Camp
As everyone very well knows, but I'm going to tell you anyway, it's time once more for tribe members to try and B.S. there way into getting various other tribe members NOT to vote for them. Happens every other episode, you should be used to it by now. Of course it's funny to watch none the less.
Anyway, our reckless and somewhat stupid cameraman manages to corner one of our tribe members, in a conveniently secluded location to get their thoughts on the up and coming tribal council.
"starrsss…" Nemmy then waves his hands around wildly while bellowing at the top of his lungs. "STARRRSSSS!!!"
Since Nemmy's voice actor is currently on vacation we will be providing the viewing audience with a brief translation.
Translation: That little Alfred BEEP had guts enough to hurt my pretty Alexia. HE MUST DIE A HORRIBLE AND AGONIZING DEATH!!
Feeling that retreat is the better part of valor, the cameraman slinks off to corner a different tribe member. He finds Alexia near the tree house filing her nails.
"Well what Alfred did, was just wrong. However I want the little BEEP to suffer so I'm voting for Annette."
The cameraman then corners Hunk.
"Marcus has to go. Him and those…BEEPING LEECHES!!"
Now turning to passive mode the cameraman escapes to a safe distance. He is well aware that it is not wise to get too close to any of these psychopaths for any length of time. They might like eat you or something.
Meanwhile, Alfred and Annette are having a small meeting of their own.
"I'm voting twice."
"Alfred, that isn't exactly within the rules you know." Annette pokes at the fire, trying to cook a fish and failing miserably at it.
"Worked at the last tribal council, now didn't it?"
"Yea, well…that is true…"
Tribal Council Area
Wesker leans against the railing, trying to ignore the pain in his back and shoulders. Several large bruises have already developed on several portions of his body, including his face. He starting to think that loaning Rebecca his manga collection wasn't such a good idea. He rubs at a particularly nasty bruise under his left eye as the Umbrella tribe walks in and takes their seats.
"Well, how is everything going?"
"You look like shit." Hunk smirks.
Wesker somehow squelches the urge to break Hunk in half. "Just go BEEPING vote!"
A tall thin woman in a three piece dress suit runs into the tribal area, carrying several papers.
"You can't say that!!"
"Look lady I can say what ever I damn well please!" Wesker's mood is so not improving.
"Listen to me you overgrown blonde bimbo. You can't say that, it's right here in your contract."
The woman shoves the papers under Wesker's nose. He mumbles to himself, his eyes traveling over the paper. Apparently there is a clause that says the host can't use any harsh language that may have to be censored. Sure he can torture innocent people and perhaps kill a few of them, but no swearing.
"Fine." Wesker snaps as the woman walks back off camera.
Several of the Umbrella tribe bust out laughing at this beautiful scene. Below them in the tree the other survivors are laughing as well. Wesker crosses his arms, his face melting into a rather harsh scowl.
"Just wait until the next immunity challenge."
This shuts everyone up in a second, well everyone except those living in the tree. Wesker ignores them and points to the jar.
"Vote!"
Nemmy is up first. He writes out a name and holds up the card.
"starrsss…starrsss….starrsss…"
Translation: Trust me you don't want to know…
Nemmy stuffs the card in the pot and sits down. Alexia is up next, she takes several minutes to spell out the name and finally holds the card up.
"I'm sorry Annette but without you around, my little brother will suffer."
She stuffs the vote into the pot and sits down. Ada is up next. She scribbles out a name, and holds up the card.
"Annette I've been meaning to get rid of you for a while, just never got around to it till now."
Ada smiles and sits down. Hunk is up next. He writes down a name and holds up the card.
"Marcus, you and those BEEPING leeches have to go! They've already cost us two immunity challenges!!"
He drops the card into the jar, and sits down. Alfred then sorta saunters his way up to the jar, and scribbles out two names.
"Nemmy for hitting on my precious sister you must be eliminated. Alexia for being dumb enough to go out with that walking hulk of bio-engineering you must be eliminated."
He drops the card into the jar and skips back to his seat. Morpheus is up next. It writes out a name and holds up the card.
"Nemmy, you are just so wrong going out with that blonde bimbo…for your mistakes you must be punished."
It gives it's hair a flip, drops the card into the jar, and sits down. Annette is up next. She writes out a name and holds up the card.
"Marcus I am sick unto death of hearing about your damn Progenitor virus and your stupid leeches. You are almost more annoying than William!"
She tosses the card into the pot and stomps back to her seat. Marcus is the last tribe member to vote. He scribbles out a name and holds up the card.
"I'm still a bit pissed about your husband killing me and all. Sorry Annette but since he already got voted off, I have to take my revenge out on you."
He smiles weakly, drops the card into the pot, and takes his seat. Wesker nods, and goes off to get the pot. He totes it back to his little table and opens the lid.
"Alright whoever got voted off, prepare for a trip over the railing." He then starts pulling out the cards.
"Annette"
…two…
"Marcus"
…three…
"Nemmy"
…four…
"Nemmy and Alexia. That's two votes for Nemmy. In fact that's two votes on one card. Gee I just wonder who that could have been??"
Everyone turns around to stare at Alfred. Alfred giggled nervously then turned to look at some rather interesting vegetation growing near the council area. Wesker smirked at Alfred's apparent discomfort then went back to reading the votes.
…five…
"Marcus. Two votes Marcus, two votes Nemmy."
…six…
"Annette"
…seven…
"Annette. Three votes Annette."
…final vote…
"Alfred. Well Annette you are the newest person voted off of Survivor. Please bring me your torch."
Annette doesn't say a word as she brings the torch up. Wesker smiles evilly as he extinguishes the flame. Annette smiles back, reaches into her bag, and brandishes a large…bottle of purple hair dye.
"Stay away from me you arrogant bio-enhanced bastard!!" She shakes the bottle up and points the nozzle toward him. "Lay one finger on me and I'll mess your hair up!!"
Now Wesker did in fact seemed a bit worried about this predicament. I mean he simply couldn't be properly evil without his trademark blonde hair, now could he? On the other hand if he didn't toss her over he wouldn't get a pay check. So Wesker bravely advanced and grabbed Annette. You could almost accuse him of looking stoic…I know it's a stretch but work with me here.
Annette, true to her word, proceeded to squirt the entire bottle of dye into his hair before Wesker managed to fling her over the railing.
"It's permanent!! Takes months to get out!" Was her echoing scream as she landed in the tree with everyone else.
The rest of the Umbrella tribe made a hasty retreat before Wesker got a good look at his new hairstyle. There was no telling what he might do, once he saw it. Though many of them suspected a homicidal rampage was in order.
In The Tree
Alex yawned loudly from her perch several branches above everyone else. Annette fell into the tree three seconds later, damn near knocking Claire off of her own branch.
"Hi Honey!" Birkin was smiling like a moron.
"Oh God." Annette moaned, moving a bit closer to Leon.
"Hey what was all the shouting about up there?" Chris asked from his branch above Alex.
"Oh, well I sorta gave Wesker a dye job."
"You dyed his hair?"
Everyone in the tree looked dumbstruck. Annette nodded, holding up the empty bottle. Alex rolled over and eyed the bottle.
"Purple huh? Well I suppose Albert can just pretend he's still in that band."
"What band?"
Echoed by everyone in the tree. Everyone except Birkin, who was making various motions for Alex to shut up.
"Oh the Umbrella Four, played bass guitar and lead vocal." Alex sighed turning back over. "Let's see here, Marcus, Vincent, Albert, and…William."
"You were in a band?" Annette looked shocked.
"Yea, drums." Birkin blushed then proceeded to take a great interest in the surrounding foliage.
Next Time on Survivor…
More senseless yet incredibly funny violence…
A reward challenge…
One Alliance breaks and a new one is born…
A/N: Before I get flamed, let me just state that one of the reviewers contacted me and changed their vote. That is how Annette got voted off. Thank you…