P.S.: How has everyone been lately? Just wondering ^^ also, much love to babybells231 for the fan art of Margi (link is on my profile) c: It's so awesome!
I do not own the Total Drama Series; this story is rated M for Cruel Humor, language, violence, blood, gore…you know what? Rated M just in case any of that comes along ^^ and it will…a lot.
Episode 6: In Which They Attack On My Shift
It was 4:35 am and the three intern girls were all asleep. Dakota claimed her spot on the pullout couch; Courtney and Margi were sound asleep on the closet bed. Courtney had her PDA clutched in her left hand. She held onto all night incase Ray called again. Next to her is Margi who laid sound asleep in a fetal position with Wills (inside his jar) clutched in her arms as his optic nerves tapped the glass, lightly. All is hush, calm, and quiet…too quiet…
'Wham! Wham! Wham!'"Wake up, maggots!" Chef's voice boomed through the door while the irritating knocking continued.
Margi out of fright quickly sat up while yanking the Remington 870 out from under her pillow and aimed for the door. "Die pimp, DIE! You'll never take me back to that playboy bunny stable alive!" She then fired… with her eyes still shut. [PAW! PAW! –Click-click- PAW! PAW!]
At the same time, Courtney's eyes snapped open as she scrambled out of the bed in panic from the commotion, only to have stumbled into the wall near the door, face first huffing out an 'Ow!' on contact. Then she growled in anger remembering that her blindfold was still over her eyes and yanked it off.
[PAW! PAW!] "I saw what you did to my friend Crystal, now it's either you or me MacDaddy!" Margi cried in her sleep then fired one more shot through the same hole in the door.
Dakota screamed trying to jump out of bed and accidently stomped her foot too hard on pull-out couch, fell backwards and ended up closing herself into the pull-out couch.
Finally, Margi opened her eyes. "What the yikes? Did someone spook me in my sleep mode again?" She asked herself.
"What the hell is going on?!" Courtney shouted a few seconds after the gunfire died down then she spotted the five bullet holes in the trailer door. One hole shot in twice. "Margi…what did you do?" She asked suspiciously narrowing her eyes at her friend who remained frozen in place with her golden eyes widen and the gun pointed towards the door. "Margi…what did you do?" She asked again sternly.
Margi blinked twice, snapping out of her trance, before hiding the Remington behind her back though it was clearly noticeable. "Uhh, it wasn't me." She lied then a small blush crept upon her cheeks. "…sorry." She muttered smiling sheepishly.
Dakota managed to poke her head out from under the fold up mattress she laid trapped in. "Well whatever it is could you keep it down?! If I don't get my beauty sleep, I'll look like a sasquatch when I get up!" She shouted as she tried to push the folded mattress off herself but it barely budged. "Um, a little help here?"
Margi snorted at her while swiftly kicking the sheets off her legs, hoping off the bed and sat the gun (along with a very terrified pickled Willis) down on the counter before she skipped over to unfold the mattress off of Dakota while she said, "Oh come on, you worrying yourself about nothing; you still look-"
Dakota lifted up her blindfold showing her light green eyes looking red, puffy with dark rings around her eyes and around the bottom lid small bits of eye crust.
"-sweet mother fucker of Sasquatchanakwa that's so bad!" Margi cried on sight then she quickly clamped her mouth shut with both hands but Dakota caught her sudden outburst.
Dakota gasped and pulled out her compact mirror from her pajama pocket and took a good look at her exhausted eyes. "Gaaahh! NOOOOO! My eyes! My perfect emerald light green eyes!" She cried, starring hard at her reflection as she fell onto the couch mattress on her stomach dramatically.
Courtney rolled her eyes, took her nightly earplugs out and rubbed her temples. "Dakota, other interns like us have to get up earlier than the cast anyway and you're just tired. You're going to have to give it time but you'll adjust to the rude awakenings of Chef."
"Adjust? ...Ad-just?!" Dakota asked loudly as she sat herself halfway up with her back arched. "Courtney, I can't let anyone see me like this! The lack of sleep has ruined one of my best outer qualities." Dakota grabbed her stomach with one hand. "What's next a three ounce weight gain in my stomach like Heather?! How did she handle Celebrity Manhunt find out about that anyway?"She asked herself, and then gasped. "Oh listen to me I don't even know how to handle it myself I've reduced to thinking like Heather! I look so homely middle class patheti-i-i-i-iccc!" She cried then finally dropped herself onto the mattress letting her long now messy blonde hair drape over her face.
Courtney just looked at her with a dull expression then took out her PDA.
Confessional APP:
Courtney: My shift has not even started yet and I am already stressing out just listening to her. Status: Morning Groan
Margi: -_- Guess I had better go in for the save. Status: Under Marg
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Margi tapped her chin then her golden eyes lit up. "I know you could just wear shades over your eyes until the sleepy redness goes away and wear cold cucumbers over your eyes when you go to bed." She said taking a seat next to Dakota and patted the distress starlets back. "No one will ever know about your eye issues except us." She shrugged with a small smile.
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Margi: And the billions of people of the world watching us o.o … Status: word deciding xp
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Dakota pulled out her orange lens shades from her pink suitcase and gently placed them over her eye, then looked at Margi. "Well? Is my unsightliness hidden well enough from the public eye?"
Margi nodded and smiled. "None of the others will ever know." She chirped then out of surprise… Dakota hugged her resting her chin on top of the spiceberry's head. Margi's common reflex made her hug back but she still looked surprised.
"You're a good friend." Dakota sniffed before her eyes drifted to Margi's hair. "Even if your hair is all exotically bizarre." She added poking at the spiceberry's bangs.
Margi raised a brow. "Thanks…I think." She eased out awkwardly.
Courtney shook her head at the two then went to open the door and found Chef, on the ground shaking in fear with his arms shielding his head protectively, shivering. "Um…Chef Hatchet?"
"I can't take the bullet of war again, I just can't take it!" Chef whimpered quietly to himself.
Courtney furrowed her brows together. "Chef Hatchet?"
Chef continuously shivered. "I don't wanna be like Buba, Sarg! I don't want a strap-on for a penis-
Courtney eyes widened. "CHEF!" She shouted in disgust.
The cook's head sprang up and he did a double take of his surroundings. "Huh! Wha-what the hell? What is happening in there? World War Four?!" Chef demanded then slammed his fist on the ground.
"No, you freaked Margi out during her sleep and caused her to shoot at the door." Courtney retorted dryly. "Now you're having one of your fantasy war spasms." She muttered.
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Courtney: Even though the only war he has ever been in is playing with those creepy Princess Beth dolls by blowing them up with his miniature cannon. Status: He's-Faking-It xp
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Chef got up and dusted himself off. "Ahem, well then, get to work, and keep that crazy girl away from guns when she's sleeps!" Chef ordered then turned and walked back to the craft services tent. "Little bitch almost shot my head clean off." He added.
Margi poked her head out of the door. "Which one? The one on your shoulders or the two-incher between your legs?!" She shouted after him smirking evilly. Courtney raised a brow at her. "What?"
"Nothing. Courtney says while leaning on the doorframe with her arms crossed. "I just really hope Mama DJ does not go and try to accidentally on purpose kill you today. It's a little strange that she wants you cooking with her all of the sudden, even though from the looks of it, she still can't stand you."
Margi waved her off. "Awe simmers down your worries, Coco. If I can handle wrestling artificially intelligent sharks, then I can handle a church mom who thinks I am a filthy whore or in her terms "hussy". So just let Auntie Margi do her thing, mmkay Coco butter?" She chirped patting Courtney's shoulder then skipped back inside to change clothes.
Courtney rolled her eyes then replayed what Margi said in her head. "Auntie Margi? But I'm two weeks older than you." She said closing the door behind her.
Margi changed into her white Sid hat with cat ears, her hot pink short-sleeved mid-drift top, showing off her navel enough to see her pink belly button ring, her usual short blue jean shirt with shorts underneath, white belt with her hand-cam attached to it and black ankle boots. She was intending to make a positive impression with DJ's mother with her bubbly personality even if it kills her, hopefully not literally.
She skipped merrily into the mess hall and pushed the saloon doors open that led into the kitchen. "Goooood…err…still dark morning Mama DJ!" Margi singsong loudly, letting the doors swing closed behind her.
Mama DJ had on a white apron over her usual purple sweater, dark blue skirt that came down past her knees and instead of her usual flower hat, she wore a toque. The expression on her face however was not exactly friendly towards Margi arrival at all.
"You're late." Mama DJ stated directly.
Margi checked her PDA clock it read, '5:00' AM. "No I'm right on tim-"
"Don't you know a good Chef always comes early instead of on-time, as you say?" Mama DJ asked impatiently.
Margi nodded. "Well yeah, of course, but I-
"Can spare the excuses girl, that's time consuming we've got cooking to do." Mama DJ said before she handed her an apron and a blindfold.
Margi slipped the apron over her head but raised a brow in confusion at the white cloth in her hand. "Um, why the blindfold?"
"I can't let anyone see my secret ingredient." Mama DJ said pulling one of Chef's thick cookbooks out and sat it on the counter.
"But we're using Chef-itches nasty ingredients." Margi said pointing at her tongue and pretending to gag.
Mama DJ rolled her eyes at the spiceberries behavior but continued. "I know that. That's why I'm going to add my special ingredient to the food, so I don't end up cooking all day like him just to see everyone pass it to that chubby boy who eats a lot and I don't want anyone outside my family knowing what the secret ingredient is." She explained then put her hands on her hips. "Now blindfold, on."
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Chef: Figaro may not be the sanest person…at all, but she ain't dumb either. She and most of the world that watches this waste of a timeslot, knows that DJ mama's secret ingredient is that Mama Spice DJ kept paradin' around during our illegal alliance season 2. Status: conspicuous
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Mama DJ then went to the refrigerator and took out three egg cartons and three packs of bacon. "Okay we're going to make scrambled eggs with a side of bacon and two slices of French toast per plate."
Margi shrugged and tied the blindfold over her eyes, making sure to double knot. "Okie-dokie-lokie." She then put her hands out to make sure she did not run into anything that is until she started feeling around the counter tops only to end up in front of the stove and accidentally dropped her hands into an open broth pot filled with boiling water.
Margi bit her lower lip trying to hold back her scream. "This is hot boiling water, isn't it?" She managed to croak out.
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Margi: Lesson number one to all forced to cook with a blindfold on…never stick your hands in boiling water. The fucking rush is a turn-on but dies down faster than a sugar crash after SOMEONE (cyber cough) Mama DJ (cyber cough) made me dunk them in cold water. x( …it hurts to type stuff. It was awful…but oddly gave me the giggles... at the time O.e Judge me not. Status: singed Dx
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Izzy tossed and turned in her sleep before a faint but loud, "Yeeeooww!" suddenly awoke her and she slowly scanned the room. Her eyes landed on the door and she glared at it before letting out a low growl.
Bridgette who was on the bottom bunk began to stir. "Hmm…Izzy what's going on?" She asked with a yawn before adjusting herself so she was lying on her stomach and snuggled her pillow.
"E-scope feels…a disturbance…a very, labor of humiliation disturbance." Izzy whispered before slowly laying back down and scratching her ear with her foot like a dog.
"That's nice Izzy." Bridgette yawned before she drifted back to sleep. Then her eyes snapped wide open at realization on what the psycho just said. "Wait a labor of what? ...Izzy?"
Izzy already had feel back into her deep sleep and was dreaming. "But Mrs. …you're a potato…you can't eat 'Lays' chips. It is cannibalism… I won't tell Mr. Potato Head if you give me a bag though..." She muttered.
Next to the mess hall, Chef came out of the tent with binoculars in his hands. He slowly lifted them up to his eyes and scanned the water all the way to the mouth of the island's harbor.
"Is he back here yet? I can't find him on the cameras monitors in here." Chris's voice shouted through the tents.
"Nah, I bet he dropped them off at the ocean liner then took off. Shit, I don't blame his ass. This place is getting worse by the second." Chef said then lowered his binoculars. "But I still need that damn boat! I am not feeding them eliminated pricks if they stuck here!" He complained before Margi and Mama DJ's voices screamed through the open window in the mess hall caught his attention.
"Why are you laughing when you're in pain?! Hold those hands still so I can cool them down in the sink!" Mama DJ's voice yelled.
"AHHHHHHHH! Ha-ha! Singed hands! Blah-ha-ha! They… BURRRRRRRRN! Ow! Ahhh-haha-haha-haa! Ouchy! Ha-ha! " Margi's voice screamed from the dining room's kitchen.
Chef just smirked. "I love the sound of suffering unpaid employment early in the morning; makes me hate my underpaid life less." He chuckled lightly before disappearing back into the tent.
Dakota tugged on her left boney sock and fluffed her cheerleading skirt. "This is so going to suck it. I don't even know any cheers. Usually we did more dance routines than cheers. Besides, I was only on the cheerleading team at my school for popularity growth."
"Seriously? Is being popular and the center of attention all you ever care about?" Courtney asked pulling out her folded clothes from the trunk. "Even though we're in an apocalypse, somehow you're still quaking in fear of the tabloids more than the fear losing your own life to a mutated homeschooled prairie boy who would use your body as a mindless puppet given the chance?"
Dakota scoffed while brushing her hair. "This group of upperclassman girls taught me my first year of high school that popularity is a business Courtney; No matter what the situation may be. Besides, I am just trying to protect daddy's investments. Whatever ranks of popularity I am affects my background, his background and defiantly my celebrity background."
Courtney raised a brow at her statement. "Really…what high school did you go to where people actually believe that? Because it sounds like a bunch of bull some snobs made up to keep you brainwashed."
Dakota rolled her eyes. "It's not bull and White Pines High." She answered dryly before applying her blush.
"White Pines High hmm?" Courtney asked herself quietly as typed on her PDA.
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Courtney: That is the same high school Heather attended… how…convenient. Status: Curious :S
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Courtney pulled up her blue skinny jeans. "Well if it helps, I was on the pep squad the first couple of years for my high school before I had to quit, Margi too. We could help you make up some quick cheers if you really don't have any ideas." She said then slipped on her red tank top, and knelt down to lace up her black lander mid work boots.
Dakota opened her compact mirror and reapplied her lip-gloss. "You quit the pep squad? What happened?" She asked then popped her lips making sure to wipe any smudge gloss from the corner of her lips.
Courtney sighed and bit her lower lip before she respond. "I ended up stuck here for seasons two and three. I was supposed to go back to my life, but Chris and the contract Margi and I signed told us otherwise." She said while pulling her hair back into a high messy bun. "Our social lives back home in a way were cut off since we had to go wherever Chris goes."
"Oh." Dakota said quietly then took out her PDA.
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Dakota: Wow…so like, if I was here before and ended up like her…I couldn't go home and brag about how famous I was to my peers back at school. That completely sucks. Status: Fame-Bummer
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Courtney's PDA buzzed, it was Ray's number. Courtney quickly answered turning on the speaker. "Hello, Ray?"
"Courtney? Dakota? We have activity. The boat of losers is coming your way…but no Katie or Sadie. The driver is back though and I think I know who it is…" Ray said.
Courtney glance at Dakota before going to the door to peak outside and just as Ray said the boat of losers slowly pulled up to the docks, with no signs of the identically dressed squealing twins anywhere.
Chef walked to the docks, opened the glass dome for the boat to enter, a short elderly man in a pale yellow raincoat, black galoshes covered with dry blood, and rain hat that covered his face stepped off. The only thing that shows was his pale lips exposed with a brown pipe a small fog of smoke coming out and clutched a hand hook in his left hand.
"How peculiar…" Courtney muttered as she watched the old man took his pipe from between his lips and started talking to Chef but it was not loud enough for her to hear anything.
"Yeah he's looking a little strange from here too." Ray added.
"Who is that anyway?" Dakota asked as she leaned over Courtney's shoulder to try to see outside.
"He never told us his real name so thanks to Margi's nicknaming habits, everyone calls him Old Man Hookins since he carries that big nasty hook all the time." Ray answered. "He looks traumatized…it must have been a rough trip dropping off Katie and Sadie." Ray said the huffed out a sigh. "Oh and I also called to tell you that… so far I can't seem to find anyone else who's alive. Also those two helicopters that you saw earlier yesterday, I found them last night during a rendezvous…but I found them...in a crash pile up."
"What? B-but how did that happen?" Courtney asked with surprise in her voice. "Chris said they had their own safe zone on the other side of the island."
"I didn't know how that happened until I checked the cameras back in the control room. This swollen, tall, looking infected person leaped up into the air and exploded but it did not die. It screeched every time it was about to explode then put itself back together again… kind of like a vocal reset button…anyway that thing knocked down the helicopters and more infected that could run very fast came along from hearing the loud noises and well…it was a blood bath." Ray explained.
Dakota gasped and covered her mouth. "That sounds like a nightmare; even worse than my nightmares I have with permanent bad haircuts, constant broken heels, and vintage styles being extinct, total chills." She said with a shudder.
"How many were in those copters?" Courtney asked ignoring Dakota's ramble and still watching Old Man Hookins from a distance as he walked with a limp towards the boat house near the dock and used the hook he held in his hand to turn the knob and let out a loud cough before limping inside, closing the door behind him.
"Eight people. When I located and observed the wreckage in person however, all I found were seven bodies that were no more than full skeletons coded with blood. It was a little hard to tell on the screens what happen to the last person; unless the eighth person turned into one of them." Ray assumed.
"Or escaped alive." Courtney added hopefully.
Ray remained silent on the other end before he finally spoke up. "Well, I got to head back out and find another working gas pump so I can burn anymore infected that might show up here again. I'll call back later to check on you." He said, changing the subject.
Courtney could tell Ray had his doubts but did not argue. "Right…later." Then the line went dead. Courtney checked the clock on her PDA, and then looked at the schedule. However, she was not focusing on the chores; she remembered only seven people left the area in those helicopters, they had to have found a survivor and picked him up before the ambush.
Dakota however noticed Ray's tone. "Wow, he sounded sad." She said then just barely caught Courtney discouraged expression on her face. However, before Dakota could ask if she was okay, Courtney hurriedly walked out of the trailer, and into the communal washroom.
"…Heavy." Dakota said to herself then picked up her gold brass knuckle pompoms, checked her face with her compact mirror one more time then stuffed it down her bra, and left the trailer making her way to the boy's cabin.
"Okay stay calm Courtney. Just because Ray is losing hope on any other friends of yours being alive, doesn't mean you have to do the same." Courtney said to herself, pacing back and forth, as she scanned through her PDA. She was on it so much during season two she found as a reflex to use the device to calm her nerves.
Courtney began her scheduled work starting with Heather's first orders, which was to find the most functional shower in the bathroom, reserve it and warm it up for her. Unfortunately, the first two showers hardly sprayed any water due to the rusting of the shower heads, on the third one the water came out fine but it needed time to warm up and now she was about to test the fourth one.
"Okay, the other one works fine but just to be sure…" Courtney trailed just barely turning the faucet; it started to gurgle very loudly. Courtney looked up at the showerhead. "What… the- AHHH!"
Out the showerhead sprayed a warm lime green, sticky substance; it came out on full blast right on to her head before she had a chance to react. Courtney luckily closed her eyes trying to avoid getting them burned as she fiddled her hands around to find the faucet again as the green substance kept spraying. Finally, she managed to grab the faucet and turn the flow off but not before water started to spray out enough to drain the shower, but that went unnoticed.
"Gah! This feels so gross!" Courtney yelled as she barely opened her eyes in a squint, and then made her way to the nearest sink to wash her face off. Then she took a good look at herself in the mirror and realized the substance literally covered her from head to toe.
"What is this stuff anyways?" Courtney questioned herself letting her hair down and smelling the warm… sticky… green… bouncy… slimy… snotty looking…"Holy…fuck…GREEN JELLY! Get it off me! GET IT OFF! AAHHHH!" She screamed then without thinking, the intern ran into the shower she was warming up for Heather, but it only made her stickier. "Son of a bitch!" Then Courtney's eyes widened as she had another idea. The lake.
Without another thought, Courtney ran outside to the dock of shame, and she leaped in a cannonball tuck into the water, but unknown to her, Duncan, Harold, Cody, and Alejandro were watching the scene unfolding outside as Courtney cursed to the sky as she constantly tried to scrub the green jelly off.
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Courtney: Seen future…must… not… trust… showerheads. I bet Chris did this! He toys with everyone's phobias…god I hope nobody saw me. Status: Jelly-phobic
Chris: I get blamed for everything. V.v As much as I would like to take credit, that time was defiantly not me! ...but it was hilarious!
Cody: Yes! Yes! Duncan's idea worked. Score one for team Gwen! ... Heh, the alliance name is still under debate, even though the others think it's lame to have one.
Harold: Since we know nothing about her, or so we thought, it's best to find her strengths and weaknesses as inconspicuously as possible in order to use in the near future. My mad skills will come in handy, like they always have. Status: Hi-yah!
Duncan: Damn, she really is afraid of green jelly. That's fucked up. Not that I care…it's just fucked up…
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Courtney surfaced from the water and climbed back up onto the dock. "Stupid green jelly. Stupid freezing water. Stupid PDA buttons being all sticky." She grumbled to herself as she stomped back over to the communal washroom. Courtney turned off Heather's shower and was about to head back to the trailer when-
"Do I even want to know what happened to you?" An unenthusiastic Gwen asked coming out of the bathroom stall.
Courtney turned around and looked at her with the same lack of enthusiasm. "That depends on whether you're pretending to care or not."
"It's just curiosity; don't get so edged up about it." Gwen huffed, washing her hands.
"It's a little hard not to be so "edged up" around someone who dislikes me for all the wrong reasons," Courtney said then narrowed her eyes to the stall the Goth emerged from then looked at her. "…did you flush?" She asked sternly putting her hands on her hips.
Gwen rolled her eyes. "The reasons aren't wrong and I used the toilet with the slow flushing vale… The other stalls weren't exactly, useable."
Right on cue, the toilet flushed itself making slight gurgling sounds along with the others toilets. Both Courtney and Gwen shuddered in disgust.
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Courtney: Okay I have a chance alone to talk to Gwen but…not my favorite choice of scenery though… Status: sewage environment :S
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"Oh yeah I forgot someone was supposed to fix that and never did." Courtney muttered at the stall then turns her attention back to Gwen. "So um, what's up, with you lately?" She asked the Goth with a small sheepish smile.
"What's up? What's up is that I had to join another team against my will and now I'm having an awkward casual conversation with a complete stranger who knows all of my personal secrets," Gwen stated dully then gave a fake smile. "But other than that, I'm awesome." She added before her usually dull expression returned.
Courtney frowned. "Look Gwen you don't have to love us, but you're on our team whether you like it or not so you're going to have to suck it up when comes to 'awkward casual conversations'." She said using finger quotes. "Besides, Margi loves talking to people no matter how awkward she makes them feel."
Gwen rolled her eyes. "Why did you even pick me anyway? Why not just eliminate me and get it over with?"
Courtney shrugged. "That's easy, out of everyone on that team, you actually had some sanity left in your brain and I thought Katie and Sadie's behavior was getting on everyone's nerves anyways."
Gwen eyes drifted to her feet for a moment before looking at Courtney again. "Well yeah …the wonderland twins were unbearable to everyone but picking me like that just, I don't know, came out of nowhere." She said, folding her arms.
"It's the Total Drama Series; everything and anything is known to come of nowhere." Courtney said grabbing a chunk of her hair and ringing it out, only for a piece of watery green jelly to slide off. "O…M…F…G…" She stammered before she ran back to the trailer letting out little shrieks of 'sugary snot still in hair' repeatedly, completely forgetting about the Goth and their conversation.
Gwen dull expression slowly turned into a devious smirk as she took her PDA out from her pajama pants pocket.
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Gwen: Hmm, nothing like a good prank to perk up someone's morning. Duncan is an evil, genius. Status: thumbsup
Alejandro: Hmm, Duncan does not seem to be as excited as normally anticipated
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Courtney finally managed to rinse the remaining jelly out of her hair using the sink, all while triple checking with a hand mirror to see if any remained on her face. She cringed as the green substance went down the drain. Finally relieved, she let out a sigh resting her hands on the rim of the sink.
"Damn that phobia of mine. I wish that was just a character thing; made me lose my train of thought for fucks sake." She then glanced at the jar on the counter and Willis was staring at her while his optic nerves gently tapped the glass. "Oh what are you looking at?" She huffed. Willis then blinked. "Oh my God- did you- grow eyelids?"
Willis just squinted at her before he slowly blinked twice while his optic nerves gently tapped the glass.
"Why did I let Margi keep you again?" Courtney asked the eyeball. Then her PDA buzzed. It was the alarm clock on the schedule. It is time to go and wake up Heather. Courtney glanced uneasily at Willis one more time before heading out.
Willis stared at every move Courtney made up until she exited trailer. Then the eyeball slowly stretched its optic nerves up to push on the lid of the jar. The lid started to loosen.
Courtney slowly opened the girl's cabin door, wincing at the slight squeaking door. She slowly crept to Heather's bunk where the queen bee snored obnoxiously on the bottom bunk; her suitcase rested on top. Courtney used her PDA to send an alert message to Heather's PDA and her alarm clock ringtone went off right under her pillow.
Heather began to stir and slowly sat up stretching her arms, but did not open her eyes. "A-hem." Heather huffed as she crossed her arm. "Well?" She questioned impatiently.
Courtney looked confused. "Well…what?"
Heather pointed to her pillow. "My alarm clock, idiot, it's not going to shut itself off."
Courtney scoffed at her laziness. "Ya' know Heather you can turn it off yourself; it's right there…under your pillow even."
"Earth to spaz, that's what servants are for. Now quit being the slacker and do as I say, now!" Heather barked, jabbing a finger at her pillow.
Courtney sighed, pulled Heather's PDA from under her pillow, and pressed the snooze button before sitting the device next to Heather. The intern was just about to go warm up the shower again as it stated on her list but Heather let out another 'a-hem'.
"Is your brain shitting itself?" Heather asked loudly. "You're forgetting something else!"
Courtney winced and glanced around at the other girls, hoping Heathers demanding tone would not disturb them.
"My eyes! They're not going to open themselves!" Heather complained.
Courtney glared at the queen bee. "They would if you just-
"OPEN THEM!" Heather shouted, causing the other girls to stir and groan irritably.
Courtney rolled her eyes but put two fingers to each of her eyelids and slowly opened them.
Heather gasped on sight of Courtney. "Why are you drenched and making that hideous face?!" She demanded, wrinkling her nose.
"What face?" Courtney asked placing her hands on her hips.
"Oh wait, I forgot, that's what you always look like." Heather answered dully.
Courtney held her hands behind her back as they were balling into fists. She tried her best not to have them come crashing into Heather's smug face.
"Well don't just stand there; go and warm up the shower for me. Now!" Heather said snobbishly. "And remember on my message-"
"It said not too hot, but heated enough for steam. I know. You put it in bold printing…and underlined it." Courtney interrupted, sounding annoyed.
"It also said for you not to rudely interrupt when I'm speaking at all times! Now MOVE IT!" Heather barked.
Leshawna on cue of Heather yelling 'move it' sat up too fast and hit her head on the bottom of the top bunk, causing Gwen to open her eyes. "Damn girl, what the hell are you shouting about? It's," She paused to check the clock on her PDA. "Eight in the morning. Some people in here do feel like sleeping in on a day off."
"Hm, I guess some people do need their beauty more than others. In your case you might want to sleep all day." Heather said with a smirk.
"Don't be startin' something girl. It's too early for that shit." Leshawna said, still rubbing her head.
"Why; does it take your brain that long to process a comeback so early in the morning?" Heather ask as she kicked the sheets off her and standing up. She then glanced at Courtney. "Be sure to also clean my sheets, iron them, and don't skip out on the starch."
"Heather I'm warning you don't poke something you think won't poke you right back." Leshawna said a little louder.
Just then, Eva woke up with bags under her eyes and glared at the two. She noticed their arguing wouldn't cease so the body builder slowly got out of bed, reach into her gym bag on the top bunk, pulled out one of her large dumbbells and slowly raised it above her head, ready to throw it.
Courtney took that opportunity to make her exit as the rest of the girls woke up to the two arguing. As Courtney kept walking, she then heard Leshawna and Heather's voices raise as the argument continued, that is until a dumbbell came crashing through the window and slammed onto the porch with a loud –crash! - cracking but not breaking through it. Then all fell silent.
Courtney stopped, as she was just about to enter the washroom and looked back.
"LISTEN UP!" Eva's voice boomed through the broken window. "NO ONE IN HERE FEELS LIKE PUTTING UP WITH ONE OF YOUR STUPID PETTY ARGUMENT! ESPECIALLY ME! So why don't both of you SHUT UP and stay the FUCK out of each other's way with your squawking, or risk joining my dumbbell in FLYING OUT THE WINDOW! Got it, Queen Bitch and Ms. Thunder Thighs?!"
Courtney shook her head before she went into the washroom again.
Chris and Chef leaned back in their rolling chairs observing the intern on the monitors as their day or work began.
The first showed Margi blowing on her now red hands and Mama DJ repeatedly grabbing them and soaking them in ice water causing the spiceberry to cringe in agony.
"Hold still I say! I'm trying to help you!" Mama DJ shouted.
Margi kept hoping around, screaming in pain and laughing at the same time. Inconspicuously Willis watched the whole thing from the kitchen window before crawling his way around the mess hall building.
The second was Dakota smiling fakery at Cody and shaking her pompoms chanting a cheer. Cody didn't seem to care that she was hardly trying to commit because he was too busy staring at her with a goofy smile on his face. Then when Dakota went to check her face, only for Cody to take a chance and snap her sports bra, earning a slap to the face. Dakota folded her arms and walked off with her nose in the air.
Cody had a red handprint on his cheek but it did not phase that goofy smile one bit as he followed her seconds later.
Sierra came out of the cabin and kept constantly sending daggers as she clawed her nails into one of the support columns, not caring she was building up mold under her nails.
"What took you so long?!" Heather demanded. Chris looked at the third screen. Heather had her towel wrapped around her body and hair tapping her foot impatiently as she glared down at Courtney when she opened her mouth to speak, but Heather pointed her bathing brush at her like a scepter. "Never mind! Just carry me to my reserved shower and don't you dare drop me!"
Then the confessional app popped up on the screen. It read:
Heather: Oh, my gosh this is so fun! And F.Y.I, getting under her skin is one thing, but she looked a little shaken up from her dip in the lake this morning ;) Courtney should look into professional help, since it is rather pathetic that she really is afraid of green jelly. What a freak.
Sierra: That should be me getting my bra snapped by my Cody-kins! I would encourage him to do it not slap his sweet little delicate face. I lost Cody to Gwen once; I won't loss him to another again!
Courtney: Steady Courtney; Just because Chris has you registered with a license to kill, doesn't mean you should let yourself be tempted…for now. Status: mild-irritation
Chris tapped his chin as his small smirk grew. "This day looks like it's going to be hell for my interns huh Chef… let's add more stuff for them to do and make a music montage." He said excitingly as he pulled out a CD. "Oooh, this one will do nicely."
"I'm tellin' you. No good can come from any of this man." Chef said in a warning tone.
"Will you stop takin' a dump on my parade's path like that? This way not only will the anti-Courtney ratings go up but also, this will pressure the interns into taking the job. It's a win/win." Chris reassured as he pressed play and *I Always Knew* by Jem came on. "Now let's sit back, relax, and watch the fireworks."
*I always knew I would one day be here*
*But I couldn't be a puppet on a string*
Courtney stirs the glass of mouthwash up with a spoon as she waited for Heather to come out of the shower. Heather sashayed out of the shower and Courtney wrapped her light purple towel around her body (trying not to gag) and wrapped the other in her hair.
"The shower wasn't a complete failure. Mouthwash. Now!" Heather ordered.
Courtney rolled her eyes and poured the glass of mouthwash into the queen bee's mouth. Heather rolled the mouthwash around in her mouth for a moment or two, gargled, but her eyes widened as she caught the liquid in her cheeks and did a spit take in the poor interns face.
"Gahh!" Courtney cried, as she rubbed her eyes in pain.
Heather wiped her mouth with her hand and frowned. "You called this pre-stirred?! It's barely foamy!" She barked then shoved a bottle of lotion into Courtney's hands. "Now lotion my back thoroughly so the dead skin doesn't keep pealing." She said impatiently.
When Heather's back was turned, Courtney face slowly molded into a dark glare, but she squeezed some lotion out unto her left hand. Heather lowered her towel enough for her back to be exposed and Courtney eyes widen in horror on sight. The skin looked pale, ashy, and some skin currently was pealing from the dry air.
Courtney winced, but started applying the lotion; she tried her best not to make her shudders of disgust noticeable as she felt some dead skin go up her fingernails.
*I've had my fights often I've been KO'd*
*But I've got back up no I won't give in*
*And now I know how it works*
*If you're too nice, you lose*
Margi kicked open the western door with a box full of plastic utensils in her arms, sat it on a table next to the silverware holder organizer, and started sorting the utensils. Suddenly the mess hall door opened then closed.
"Huh?" Margi looked around but no one was there. "Hm." She shrugged turning her attention back to the utensils.
Margi failed to notice however that Willis was dangling on the support beam on the ceiling. When the spiceberry went back into the kitchen the eyeball dropped onto the floor, propped itself up like a spider and followed her.
Margi blew on her red singed hands one more time then tied the blindfold back over her eyes again. This time she made sure to stand next to Mama DJ while she cooked.
"Pass me grape jelly for the toast." Mama DJ ordered as she caught the toast and it popped out of the toaster onto her plate.
Margi felt around on the counter, grabbed the can of oatmeal instead, and handed it to the impatient mother.
"No I said the grape jelly. Besides, I am not making oatmeal today. Focus child!" Mama DJ demanded while beating the eggs in a bowl.
"Well it would be easier to focus if my gateways to the soul weren't blinded." Margi hinted pointing to her blindfold.
"I told your little butt, I can't let anyone outside the family see my secret ingredient." Mama DJ said waving the eggbeater up and down at her before continuing to cook.
Margi shrugged then felt around until she reaches the upper cabinets but due to her height, could not reach the handle.
"Oh screw this." Margi huffed under her breath before lifting her blindfold and hoping unto the counter top to open the cabinet, only to have Willis hand her the grape jelly jar.
"Thank you." Margi said smiling then closed the cabinet and hoped off the counter. Then her eyes widened and she quickly went to open the cabinet again, but the eyeball was gone.
"What the escapee?" Margi muttered.
*I'm gonna make it to the top well let me show you*
*And if I have got to toughen up then that is what I'll do*
Everyone made his or her way into the mess hall for breakfast. Bridgette came in, rubbing her temples as she sat down next to Geoff.
"Sup with you Bridge babe?" Geoff asked, placing a hand on the surfers back.
Bridgette pointed to the door as Heather and Courtney came in. Everyone looked at the door upon hearing how loud Heather was.
Courtney kept her eyes in a squint, as they were still red and puffy from the mouthwash-spit. She was still somewhat wet from jumping into the lake earlier; in her right arm was a small hamper basket with Heather's sheets in them along with Heather's make-up bag, nail filer, flip-flops and shades. In her right hand, she was holding a paper fan and fanning a small breeze towards the queen bee as she kept ranting on.
"…and another thing, make sure when you get my breakfast that the eggs have no trace of burnt on them, that every ounce of my toast has one coat of maple syrup on it and my bacon better not have grease dripping off it either and absolutely NO pulp in my orange juice." Heather said, taking a seat next to Alejandro, then snatched the fan out of Courtney's hand, clamped it closed and pointed it at her. "And I want it here freshly cooked no less than five minutes."
Courtney sighed and went into the kitchen, too irritated to bother to greet Geoff or Bridgette as she dragged her feet past them.
Bridgette shook her head in disapprovingly at Heather's behavior. Heather just smiled evilly.
A pair of teal eyes was watching Courtney's body language; hoping that anger he would expect to go off would…it didn't. Not even when Heather found a small thumbnail size burnt piece of egg on her fork, threw the plate at Courtney only for her to duck just in time, and then landed on the wall just barely missing Owen's head as he was picking up his plate of breakfast.
"I can't eat this! It's beyond inefficient! Get your lazy flat butt in gear and get me another plate, now!" Heather demanded. "And clean that failure you tried to feed me off the wall!"
"Awesome! Wall food!" Owen said scraping the food off the wall and unto his plate. "It's cool, Courtney. Heh-heh. I've got it."
Courtney grinded her teeth but stomped back into the kitchen with her fists balled up. Just then, Margi came out with tray of glasses but kept looking back through the kitchen western doors as her best friend made her way towards the freezer. She knitted her brows together when she noticed how red Courtney's aura was turning red.
*But don't make me a monster baby you'd be crazy that's for sure*
*Becoming a bitch is not what I got into music for*
"Damn this job! Damn these ungrateful people! Damn this whole fucking show and manipulative prize money!" Courtney yelled as she punched the large side of beef ribs hanging on one of the freezer hooks, not caring that her right hand still bandaged up; and she was getting goose bumps and shaking slightly from being inside the freezer. It only made her punch the beef harder to where it started to leave bruises and chip off pieces of ice.
Just then, the door opened and Mama DJ came in. "Oh there you are. Margi took care of Heather's food for you since you were taking so long and that girl wouldn't stop whining and…" She slowly trailed off when she saw Courtney letting out grunts as she grabbed the side of beef and began knee it repeatedly. "Oh…I'll just um, come back later." She said nervously as she slowly closed the door.
*Remember back to a bench in Wales*
*Where two young boys started mocking me*
After breakfast, everyone went about their own way to entertain themselves about the island camp, despite the enclosed spaces.
"Oh Dakota!" Cody singsong, as put his hands behind his head and leaned back into his lounge chair by the dock. All he had on was his swim trunks and his red and white lens x-ray glasses.
Dakota frowned; folding her arms, and shook her right pompom hand lazily. "Raw, Raw, Cody, wee-hee." She cheered dully. Cody however was not entertained.
"Oh come on, Dakota, I think you can do better than that. Try cheering for something good about me." Cody suggested.
Dakota just looked at him uneasily. "Um… well I guess I can… cheer about… uh… can I get back to you on that?"
Cody blush in embarrassment as he slouched in his lounge chair in disappointment.
Dakota then cocked a brow at him. "Also I've been meaning to like, ask you, what up with the weird swirling looking glasses? I get people like, like bold tastes in accessories, but that one is just, no."
"Just taste in originality I guess." Cody said smiling sheepishly as a small blush crept upon his face as he pushed his x-ray glasses up, only instead of her cheerleading outfit; he saw her lacey pink and white poke- a-dot bra and pink thong with tiny pink rose decal on the hem. "Yep, totally hot- I mean, taste in originality. Now cheer for me woman."
Dakota frowned before taking out her PDA and sending Courtney and Margi a message. Then she waited for a moment or two then the PDA buzzed. She quickly read the message before stuffing the device down her sports bra.
"Okay, like ready?" Dakota asked smiling fakery.
Cody sat up and nodded eagerly.
"Here we go. C-O-D-Y; Name a guy that's really fly!" Dakota cheered while doing a left and right diagonal then a high V. "1-2-3-4; Makes the ladies beg for more!" She continued, marching in placing adding a left L and a right L. "12-9-6-3; His hearts where every girl should be!" She added, rolling her pompoms and adding half T while kicking one leg up. "4-3-2-1; Cody! Cody! That's the one!" She "Gooooo Cody! Woohoo!" She finished, ending with a cartwheel and landing in a horizontal split and her arms up in a high V.
"Woo! Yay!" Cody cheered clapping and whistling. Then he said the magic word that made Dakota cringe. "Again!"
Hidden well in a nearby bush however, a certain girl, with very short purple hair, sat chewing on Cody's old red drama brother hat, enviously watching the whole thing.
*I looked at them thought I'll show you one day*
*But I didn't fight or stand up for me*
"No, no, no! The triple damage card isn't sorted there! Its goes after the flaming meteor card! Gosh! You obviously don't understand the concept, let alone the organization of the expert wizard cards." Harold wheezed exasperatingly as he took the deck out of Courtney's hands and sat down on the cabin stairs. "What kind of ignoramus doesn't know how to follow the simple instructions to alphabetize five hundred cards of Kingdom of Wiz-Tenuous cards by hit points, levels, and by types of magical elements?"
"I don't know someone who obviously has a life outside the world of the comic book conventions and wizard's card." Courtney said, sarcastically.
Harold glared at her before pulling out a small folded up piece of paper. "One that note, here are the instruction for reorganizing the cards again since apparently you can't do it right on your own."
Courtney rolled her eyes but took the paper and began to open it only for it to burst open to a giant sheet taller than her; it almost made her fall backwards. Everything was written in Japanese. The shocked look on Courtney's face as she constantly pushed the paper up so it would not fall on top of her caused Harold to smirk in amusement.
"Good luck." The nerd said smugly before walking away. "You'll need it."
*And that young girl's learnt the hard way*
*If you're too nice, you lose*
*I'm gonna make it to the top well let me show you*
*And if I have got to toughen up then that is what I'll do*
"Ooh Beth, girl. Margi may be some kind of crazy, but she can hook a sistas hair up!" Leshawna stated while admiring herself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her shoulders. She turned to Beth. "It looks good, don't it?"
Beth took one of the cucumbers off her right eye, smiled brightly and nodded. "Yeah…and, that's your actual hair too right?"
Leshawna sucked her teeth. "This is my hair; laid back. The reason I never get it fix alone was because it would frustrate me or any stylist who tried to put so much as a dent in my fro." She
Margi managed to not only removed Leshawna's weave, but relaxed, hot combed, and styled her afro beneath it into a one sided (left) cornrows braids and the rest let down in thick windblown curls that came down just past her shoulders. She also gave the loud mouth French tips on her fingernails and toenails
Margi came trying to pick Leshawna's remaining dead hair out of one of her brushes. "Damn, this was one of my good brushes." She muttered.
Beth perked up on sight of the spiceberry. "Margi! Is the mud mask ready to come off my face yet? I want to get ready to try on the outfit you made for me." She eagerly said clapping.
Margi tossed the brush aside. "Sure Beth you can go ahead and eat the cucumbers and rinse off the-" She paused and her head snapped to the showers…in particular, the fourth shower. Margi narrowed her eyes to a slit, dropped down on all fours, and started to sniff near the showers.
"Um…Margi?" Beth asked nervously.
Leshawna cocked a brow. "Girl, is something wrong with you?"
Margi sniffed the air before glaring at the door. "Past aura senses are near… the Marg must follow." She said blankly, before she hopped out of the washroom on all four like a jackrabbit.
Leshawna and Beth just sat there, completely baffled.
Confessional APP:
Leshawna: That…was beyond some kind of crazy. No wonder everybody thinks she's just like Izzy. Status: Psycho-Blown
Beth: I guess this is what happens when Chris's interns don't get a paid vacation…or paid…so sad.
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Margi closed her eyes and sniffed the air. "I feel something drastic that happened here…its Courtney's aura." Margi hopped around the communal washroom to where she reached the septic tank. Margi took another sniff of the air. "I smell scandals…"
Margi looked towards the back of the washroom, followed Courtney's aura to the water tank, and squinted closely towards it. More than one aura was here. She then peeked around and noticed a certain delinquent and Goth girl lounging on the stairs of the guy's cabin, laughing about something.
"Purple aura is Courtney's but, another soul is mixed in the area…that neon green and black is Duncan's." Margi said to herself then looked at the water tank again. This time, she noticed a small drop of green substance near one of the emergency water vales.
Confessional APP:
Margi: Dawn told me that I would experience "the scent" while learning from her. It usually means that on occasions, without warning, I'll be able to tell what chain of events like an accident …or a cruel prank, accrue in the past. Usually I can see the most recent past. Status: mandatory read
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Margi picked up the green substance and rubbed it between her index finger and thumb before smelling it. "Green jelly?! So that's why Courtney's aura looked so red and grey this morning." She peeked around at Duncan and read his aura one more time then growled before saying. "Me thinks I smell a Mohawk rat!"
"Margi! The outfit you made for me is fine, but I like to make some um…alterations, in the sequence." Beth's voice called.
"No one ever wanted my Margi originals altered before. Hm." Margi muttered before heading back into the washroom.
*But don't make me a monster baby you'd be crazy that's for sure*
*Becoming a bitch is not what I got into music for*
Courtney clutched her right hand in pain as the suds from scrubbing the floors seeped into her bandages. After finally organizing Harold's cards (earning a migraine in the process), Chef told Courtney after serving dinner, doing the dishes, and cleaning the kitchen up for the next day, to scrub the floor then wax it. She even had to push both of the wooden picnic tables outside all by herself, had to wait until Mama DJ and Margi finished making the milkshakes for desert and taking it to the campfire pit where everyone else was hanging out, so she wouldn't have to worry about anyone passing through and possibly slipping on the floor. In addition, since she started from the edges of the main lounge to the center, Courtney had to wait for the floor around her to dry, before she could go get the wax.
Courtney sat up on her knees, dropped her scrubber in the bucket full of sudsy water and wiped the mist of sweat off her forehead. "Keep it together Courtney."
"So this is what happens when you choose the hard way huh?" Duncan said, while walking into the main lounge, with a large chocolate milkshake in his right hand, obviously not caring he was leaving his shoe prints on the wet floor.
Courtney frowned, keeping her eyes down locked on her knees. "Stuff it."
Duncan didn't take a hint as he stayed in place right behind her. "You know, this all could have been avoided if you'd had just made a smarter choice to take my deal."
Courtney eyes widened at realization at she turned around and looked up at Duncan. "You sic' the H-bomb on me didn't you?"
Duncan just smirked. "Later Princess." He then turned and began to walk out when he looked back. "By the way, you missed a spot."
Courtney cocked a brow and her eyes scanned the floor. "Not possible…where?"
"There." Duncan said, jerking his milkshake to the right, pretending to point a certain direction and accidently (on purpose) spilt some chocolate shake on the floor.
"Asshole." Courtney sneered as her checked turned red. Duncan simply walked out with that smug smile on his face.
*I'll make it crystal clear*
Finally, the day ended for the three interns… at 2:00 AM and Courtney dragged herself inside the trailer, held the door for Margi and Dakota to come in, then she slammed the door shut. Courtney leaned against the door and dug her nails through her hair in frustration as she slouched down to her knees and tucked her legs up to her chest, as her eyelids grew heavy.
*I am not going anywhere*
Margi just dropped her cookbooks and fabrics and the small sewing machine on to the floor before dropping herself onto her knees and falling face first unto her pile of fabrics. Then she grabbed one of her sequence and snuggled it close to her, like a pillow before shutting her eyes.
*As long as there is music*
Dakota placed cold, wet cucumbers onto her still puffy eyes before putting on her pink blindfold. She then slowly stretched out on the couch and relaxed.
*I'll be here, here*
*Oh- oh- oh*
All three of the girls let out an exasperating sigh. Then all grew quiet again…
'Wham! Wham! Wham!'
"Wake up maggots!" Chef barked. The trailer filled up with the sounds of whining groans.
"These campers just don't know how well their influencing them to take my offer." Chris said over the phone. "Yeah, yeah, they should be ready to crack by tonight…yeah Chef has them set up with group chores in case the cast gets bored with them." He then picked up a remote and switched the monitors on all three of his interns and a smirk crept upon the host's face. "You know what's really gonna push the signature angle? None of them had time to so much as eat, sleep, bathe, or take a piss for...going on two days." He said before laughing and turning his attention back to the monitors.
*I'm gonna make it to the top well let me show you*
Heather and Alejandro were sharing a lounge chair on the dock; they were also using Courtney's back as a footstool. Courtney dug her nails into the dirt when Heather knocked her heels on Courtney's spine, to remove any dirt on her shoe. The intern's stomach let out a low growl, earning a high heel wedge to the back of her head followed by a loud –QUIET! - from a certain queen bee and Courtney could swear she heard the low snickers of a certain Spanish guy seconds later.
*And if I have got to toughen up then that is what I'll do*
The wannabe's hair was straighten, and it came down to just touching her shoulders, but Beth just couldn't let go of the side pony so Margi added a thin, loose curled, side pony with a pink butterfly clip. Margi also matched several make-ups to go with her new outfit. Right now, Beth had on bright green eye shadow, pink blush, and nude peach lipstick. The nails and toes decorated with hot pink hearts decals and to top it off, Margi bedazzled the hinges of Beth's glasses. Everything went great and it all would have been set and done if it was not for one problem.
The dress.
Margi had to constantly make alters for Beth's new outfit to go with her new look that she literally lost count. This time she asked Beth to send a message saying what she wanted exactly. Bad move. Beth's ideas of fashion were about as tasteful as a five year old wanting to play dress-up…with glue as the decals and rainbow glitter as the sequence.
Beth squeals with joy as Margi was quivering at the eyesore of the dress she had to make. The diagonal striped poncho dress would have been cute, if it was not for her having to sew in every bright summery color in the rainbow, AND having to add rainbow glitter on top of that. The spiceberry never felt so offended on a rainbows behalf.
Willis who was peeking through the washroom door knitted his eyelid together before retreating into the pile of fabrics Margi had already used.
*But don't make me a monster baby you'd be crazy that's for sure*
Dakota had to sit on Cody's lap on the dock and feed him grapes. He then motioned for her to get up, only to hand her a bottle of sunscreen then the rolled onto his stomach and closed his eye, moments later he feel asleep. Just then, Sierra crept upon the dock of shame, whispered something in Dakota's ear while pointing at his X-ray glasses lying near him.
Dakota gasped and her cheeks turned pink. She then ripped off her shades and put the X-ray glasses on to see if it was true; she down to see her bra and underwear through her clothes. Dakota shoved the bottle of sunscreen to Sierra before walking away with her fists balled up.
Sierra silently squealed, clutching the bottle to her chest before quietly kneeling down, licking the drool off her lower lip as she began squeezing some sunscreen onto her hand.
*Becoming a bitch is not what I got into music for*
All three of the girls had to clean out the communal washroom. Dakota washed the mirrors and sinks, Margi cleaned out (and checked for aura scents) the showers and floors, and Courtney took the first turn at trying to unclog and clean the toilets.
Courtney burst out of a stall, with her mouth covered. "Rotate!" She managed to croak out, passing the plunger to Dakota.
Dakota whimpered as she grabbed the plunger with her fingertips and keeping it at arm's length as she pushed another stall open with her foot and almost gagged as she went inside.
Margi was about to start cleaning the mirror but just as Courtney walked passed her, she gasped as she felt a gust of bad energy and immediately turned around and glomped Courtney from behind. Normally the reaction would to get a smile, a giggle, any reaction of cheering up, but instead, all the spiceberry got in return, was a insincere half-smile with a couple of gentle pats onto of her head, and Courtney gingerly pealing her friends arms off of her shoulders. Margi could literally feel the despair spreading in Courtney's heart.
*I'm gonna make it to the top well let me show you*
The girls already served lunch, and prepped the area for Mama DJ and Margi to make dinner. Now all they had to do was make the desert and preserve it in Chef's fridge.
The desert tonight was a three-layer pound cake and homemade ice cream. Margi sat the last bowl of cake mix for the third layer into the oven. Luckily, Mama DJ had already added the "secret" ingredient in the mix so the girls could lift their blindfold. Courtney cranked the ice cream which was getting nice and smooth (thanks to her aching hands), and Dakota frosted the already finished two layers while Margi watched the top layer bake. Willis popped out from Margi's pile of clothes in the basket, and then dove into her make-up bag, using his optic nerve to zip up the bag half way. The spiceberry cocked a brow when she heard the zipper and bent down to open it, but then a rumbling sound came from the oven.
"Hmm?" Margi put on an oven mitt and opened the oven to see what was going on and gasped. The cake batter was rising at a tremendous rate. Almost as if, it was about to-
"Holy overflow yeast explosion!" Margi cried before the cake exploded, get all over everything and everyone, except the other layers of cake, which Dakota ended up shielding.
"My hair!" Dakota cried trying to hand brush the chocolate batter out, only to make it worse.
"Dakota?" Courtney asked, wiping the chocolate mix off her face. "How much baking yeast did you put in the cake?"
Dakota scoffed. "Duh. Like, four cups like you both told me too." Courtney and Margi slapped their foreheads. "What? ...what?"
"We said one fourth of a cup of baking yeast. Not four cups." Margi corrected. Dakota looked confused. "I'll explain the math later."
Just then Mama DJ and DJ came in. "What happened here?!" The mother demanded.
Margi raised an index finger, which was covered in chocolate. "Well I-
Mama DJ jabbed a finger in the spiceberries direction. "You! I should have known better than to leave you alone with the food; well I did, but I didn't think it would lead to this big of a mess."
Courtney and Dakota exchanged looks before staring at the mother in disbelief. What did she have against Margi? DJ noticed Margi's skeptical look on her face as she tried her best to hold her tongue, while his mother sent her the same look with her arms folded.
"Um, Mama? Maybe I should put up the cake until desert time. Perhaps where Owen can't find it?" The brick house suggested, trying to break the tension.
"Sure, poopido. It'll give Miss fast and her friends enough time to clean this mess she made." Mama DJ said, before exiting the kitchen. DJ followed close behind, pushing the cake on a cart while looking back at Margi giving her the 'I'm sorry' look.
Margi just shrugged and blew her chocolate coded bangs out of her eyes.
*And if I have got to toughen up then that is what I'll do*
Margi and Courtney had to climb onto the cabins roofs and the main lounge roof and use pick axes to knock off the fungi mushrooms that grew over time. Luckily they were wearing gloves. Dakota, unfortunately had to use clamps to pick up whatever fell off the roofs.
"Come one your three sissies! It's only been an hour of mold scrapping!" Chef taunted from the ground.
Chris came out eating a custom sandwich. "Looks like their missing lunch today."
"Guess they just didn't want to eat! Unless someone wants to break in exchange for 10k added to the debt." Chef hinted, glancing at Dakota.
The starlet's stomach growled very loudly and she looked up to see Courtney and Margi looking down at her giving her the 'please don't do it' looks. Dakota wasn't the type to so much as lift a finger, let alone do anything that involves work. The normal routine was to sit there, give orders and get her way. But this wasn't her mansion, her high school or her home town that she currently ruled.
"No thanks, I can deal." Dakota said with her nose in the air. She looked up and could have sworn she saw them both smiling at her before getting back to work.
*I've sold you a million baby not just maybe that's for sure*
After finally cleaning up the chocolate and de-molding the main lounge roof, which caused them to miss lunch, Courtney, Margi and Dakota (on Eva's request) had to spend dinner time digging a hole in the ground for failing to polish all of her exercise equipment to where you could see your reflection in them. When they asked how far they had to dig, she said it had to be deep enough to be their graves. Courtney and Margi had plenty of strength to dig, but Dakota constantly tripped on her shovel and fell back into the hole several times trying to get out afterwards. All three of them looked like they were ready to pass out.
*Given the chance I'll show you I can sell a zillion more*
Chris turned off the monitors. "That'll be a keeper on the total drama website." He then took out the interns contracts. "I love my job." He added before laughing.
It was 8 o clock PM when Courtney shoved the door open, her eyes had layers of bags under them, and her clothes covered with dirt marks. She stumbled inside, nearly tripping on the doorframe and threw her shovel on the floor. "I've never been this irritated since Chris used me as a footstool for a week as punishment for not winning the Sweden Viking capture the flag challenge. He had to lie saying it was a reward challenge when my team voted for me." She huffed, as she opened the wooden closet and pulled the bed down. Then she kicked her shoes off, plopped down (back first) onto the mattress, and shut her eyes.
Margi came in soon after with a pile of clothes and slammed the door behind her. "I can't believe I wasted all my good fabric on Beth. I tried every cute style that would look good on her and she liked none of them. Now, instead of my Margi originals, she's walking around lookin' like a disfigured can of Sprite, Fanta, 5 alive, Kari-Ora, you name it her new glitter fest I made will match it." She pouted flatly then carelessly dropped the newly made clothes on the floor, and belly flopped onto the mattress, only to land on top Courtney who let out an 'oof' on her friend crushing her, but was too tired to push the spiceberry off.
Willis popped out the pile of clothes, looking to his left and right before quickly crawling back into his jar, completely unnoticed.
"Marg." Courtney muttered, gently shaking her shoulders.
"You muttered?" Margi whispered, snuggling into Courtney's stomach.
"I. Am not. The mattress." She grumbled sternly.
Margi winked an eye open to look at Courtney before closing it and huffing an exasperated sigh. "…Deal with it."
Courtney just sighed and both were almost asleep until Dakota slammed the door open, threw her brass knuckle pompoms with a loud –clank-, slam the door shut behind her and tossed Cody's X-ray glasses onto the bed before dragging herself to the pull-out couch.
Margi winked an eye open. "Those glasses have odd vibe in them." She said, picking them up.
"They're Cody's X-Ray glasses. The perverted kinds that help you see people in nothing but their undies or worse." Dakota hissed, hugging herself. "It's bad enough there's an expression of people undressing you with your eyes, but that's ridiculous." She then lay down on her side. "Thankfully, Sierra came along and basically held him against his will while I did the group chores with you two."
"No pervy way!" Margi gasped, before propping herself on one elbow. "Oh this I got to see!" She put the glasses on and looked down at her tired friend. "Woot, woot! Someone wearing some naughty underwear." She teased.
Courtney rolled her eyes but then smirked. "At least I always wear my naughty bras and undies." She teased back.
Margi's smile grew bigger. "Gasp! Me? No undies? I would never-" Courtney crossed her arms and cocked a brow. "Okay you got me; I went commando with an aero dynamic skirt during that fucked up heat wave for the 3:10 Crazy Town episode we had to test that week." Courtney scrunched her nose. "What? You wanted to know; besides, I got sweaty down there."
"Margi…was it the white wind breezy skirt with the pink sash belt?" Courtney asked quietly. Margi nodded. "Marg…that was my skirt I let you borrow that week." She said, covering her eyes with her right arm.
Margi's cheeks turned pink. "Ooh…whoopsies…sorry Coco."
Courtney just sighed. "It's fine." Then her stomach growled at she covered it up with her hand to silence it. Margi cocked a brow at that.
Confessional APP:
Margi: Aw hell! I thought I was the only one who didn't eat for the past two freakin' days! It sounds like a Chewbacca mating calls in here!
Bridgette: You know what really ticks me off? You want to all you can to make things better, and yet there's almost nothing you can do.
Geoff: Okay so here is the deal. Me, Bridge, DJ, and some of the others on our team, noticed that during all that work Courtney, Margi, and Dakota had to do, they didn't eat a thing. So… we persuaded DJ to smuggle some food into a picnic basket and have one of us take it to them before desert.
Lindsey: Is it possible for boathouses to talk?
End of Confessional APP
"That is so disgusting." Dakota scoffed, scrunching her nose. "I wouldn't go commando; not even for ad in a magazine…unless it was a really, really, really, popular one." She added, placing cucumbers on her eyes, then her blindfold, making sure to tighten it.
Margi sat up on Courtney's lap and stretched. "It's actually nice when it's a breezy day." She chirped before pressed her hands on the edge of the mattress and pushing herself up in a slow forward cartwheel and landed right in front of the counter. "Hii Willis. Did you miss me? I kept feeling like I saw you in my illusions for the past two sunrises so I know I missed you." She cooed then paused when she noticed the jar lid was not on. "Least I thought it was an illusion..." Then she remembered the scent from yesterday. "Oh! Coco! Speaking of stuff, I have to tell you that I saw-
-Knock! - Knock! - Knock! - All the girls let out exasperating cries, groans, and mutters of profanity. Courtney mostly let out the mutters of profanity.
"What the shit cunt could any of them possibly want now?! I have already dug my own group grave! What next?! Build a statue of Heather out of pure diamond?! Or how about Duncan, Alejandro and Cody dressing us in slutty French maid outfits, making us get on all fours, race around like horses and the finish line being a case of beer and cheddar biscuits which turns out to be our only meal to make last for the next three days?!" Courtney barked, tugging at her hair, messing it up more.
Margi shook her head as she picked up Willis's jar. "No, that sounds more like what Chris would make us do." She answered, even though it was just a bunch of rhetorical questions.
Courtney just growled before getting up, marching to the door and yanking it open. It was the last person they would expect.
"Imaginary Courtney come quickly; the boat house is feeling sick." Lindsey begged, earning three confused faces looking her way.
Courtney saw how tired Dakota and Margi looked, then turned to the naïve blonde. "Okay Lindsey, I'll come and see why the boat house is so sick." She said trying to hide her sarcasm.
"Wait a minute Coco, you are exhausted." Margi objected, folding her arms.
"And you two aren't?" Courtney countered. "Look, whatever Lindsey is talking about shouldn't take long; just get some rest okay?" She then left, shutting the door before the spiceberry had a chance to say anything else.
Margi shook her head. "I knew I shouldn't have let Courtney stop me from shooting Heather in the face." She pouted.
Lindsey had practically dragged Courtney, luckily by her good hand, to the quote 'sickly boat house'.
The blonde kept looking sympathetically at the building. Courtney just stared at it; confused.
"Okay…what am I looking at?" Courtney asked. She then spotted a picnic basket sitting in front of the door, being swarmed by rats. "Besides someone's picnic being swiped?"
Lindsey gasped, quickly ran to the door and picked up the basket with her fingertips. She then squeaked in fear when a rat popped out of the basket roughly shook the basket making sure all the rats fell off of it before peaking inside of it. She pouted before walking back to Courtney.
"Oh, Tyler is going to be so mad at me." Lindsey whined.
"Well the basket is still intact, I'm sure he won't be too upset that your evening picnic is ruined." Courtney said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
Lindsey cheeks slowly turned pink in embarrassment as she bit her lower lip. "Um, the food wasn't for him and me…it was supposed to be for you, Mango, and Detroit."
Courtney eyes widen as her hand dropped from Lindsey's shoulder. "What…did you just say?" Just then her stomach growled and she quickly covered it.
Lindsey smiled sheepishly then kept her eyes on the empty basket. "Well I was on my way to your trailer, with a basket of food like the others told me to…but..."
Flashback Initiated
"Now Lindsey babe, remember go straight to the trailer, give the girls this basket of food and come back before anyone notices. Can you do that for me?" Tyler asked in a whisper.
The blonde clutched the basket tightly then smiled. "You can count on me."
Tyler kissed her forehead. "Good." He said before going into the main lounge.
Lindsey turned a saw Dakota stomping into the trailer and slamming the door shut. She smiled brightly, jogged over and just as she lifted her hand to knock on the door-
"He-lp….meeee….hel-p…meee…" A low raspy voice called from inside the boat house. Lindsey raised a brow in confusion before walking to the dock.
"Are you, talking to me?" Lindsey asked the small building then sat the basket down near the door.
"Heelp…meee…" The voice said again.
Lindsey gasped. "Oh my gosh, are you sick!" Then she pondered while her eyes drifted to the sky. "Hmmm…Oh! I have a great idea! You're an imaginary building, right?"
"Heeeelp…meeeee…" The voice moaned.
Lindsey nodded. "Right! I should get imaginary Courtney to come and help you! Be right back!" She then ran to the trailer, but forgot to take the basket with her.
Flashback Terminated
Courtney just stared at her with wide eyes. "Uhhh…." Was all that she could think to say.
"Are you mad at me?" Lindsey asked sounding sad.
Courtney frowned as her stomach growled again. "Well I-" She paused when she noticed Lindsey's face; she looked like she was about to cry.
Courtney sighed in defeat. "No…I guess not." There really was no point of being mad with her; it was just an accident. "But one thing I don't understand, where in the world did you get the idea that the boathouse could tal-
"He-lp meeee…..Helllp…meeee…."
"When I heard that sound." Lindsey answered, pointing at the building.
Courtney stared at the boathouse in awe, until she remember something from yesterday morning. "Old man Hookins'!" She gasped.
"Is that the boathouses name?" Lindsey asked, scratching her head. "Is that why is looks so run down like that. Not to sound like a jerk but it could use some dusting, disinfecting of rats and a lot of foundation. No wonder the poor thing keeps saying, hee-lllppp…meeee…" She rambled on, imitating the voice from inside the boathouse.
Courtney ran up to the window and peered in. It was entirely too dark to tell if anything or anyone was inside. "Hello! Hookin' can you hear me?!" No sound. "Hello? Hello?" Then something swiftly ran across the floor and it was too big to be a rat. "What in the world?" She then turned to Lindsey. "Stay here. I'm going in."
Lindsey nodded. "Okay. You could see what's wrong with it from the inside. Maybe it has a tummy ache." She suggested.
Courtney shook her head. "Sure Lindsey." She then tried to turn the knob. "Locked." Then she grabbed the knob with both hand and with two strong shoves with her left arm, broke the door down.
The boat house looked the same way she saw it the first time, dark, full of scary shark body parts, cobwebs, and old fishing tools collecting dust. The Boat of Losers was parked in the hollow water, which was strange because it usually sits at the dock of shame.
Courtney squinted her eyes as she walked towards the boat. Something was off about it. Luckily there was a flashlight sitting on a pile of rope. She picked it up and turned it on, but the light came out dim.
"Come on…-tap- tap- light up you piece of crap…-tap- tap- tap-…" Courtney whispered, tapping the flashlight into her left hand. Then something knocked a set of paddles over. "Who's there?" She demanded shinning the flashlight in the direction.
No one was there. Then a couple of barrels fell over behind her, causing to jump slightly.
"Show yourself! Old man Hookins' if this is one of your horror flick pranks, this time I am not amused!" She said in a warning tone, backing up and almost slipping one foot into the water, but she quickly caught herself. Then she pointed the flashlight at the bow boat. The steering wheel, engine, and the gear shifts were all broken…and covered with half dried blood. The port and the starboard was also covered with swamp moss.
"Oh, my-" Courtney jolted herself up straight on her feet when heard an infected letting out a brief cry from outside a broken window. She slowly approached the window, picking up a discarded harpoon leaning on a support beam and slowly raised it above her head in a javelin throwing form when-
"Aaaaarrrrkkk!" A dark, furry creature cried as it jumped through the glass, making a grab for Courtney's face knocking the intern on her back.
Lindsey came running in. "Imaginary Courtney! Is the boathouse trying to eat you? I heard you scr- Ahhh!" She cried when she saw the furry creature clutching her head and her trying to yank it off.
"Get…OFF!" Courtney barked before pulling the creature and right when she was about to stab it with the harpoon, a raccoon distress call stopped her. She hesitantly lowered the harpoon and noticed the furry creature wasn't attacking anymore, it shivered in fear. Courtney turned the flashlight on, and came face to furry face with-
"Bri...Britney?" The little raccoon shook in Courtney's grip with her ears drooping and her bushy tail in between her legs. Courtney immediately dropped the harpoon and cuddled the frighten raccoon tightly in her arms.
"Did you find out what was wrong with the boathouse?" Lindsey asked before spotting the raccoon in her arms. "Awwwh that raccoon is sooo cute! But that grey looking necklace with the creepy skull things kinda ruins it."
"Huh?" Courtney stood up and examined the object around Britney's neck. It was a piece of the signature grey sweater; tied to it in a scarf shaped necklace was the skull Duncan gave Courtney when she was eliminated season one. "Oh yeah…I tied this around her before I released her to the wild so she'd have a piece of me and…" She trailed off realizing what she was about to say. "To remember us by…before, season three."
"That is so sad." Lindsey said sympathetically before she suddenly flung her arms around Courtney and Britney. Courtney awkwardly patted her back. "So did you find out what was wrong with the boathouse?"
Courtney gently pulled the blonde away from her and stared pacing back and forth while stroking Britney's coat. "Oh something is wrong with it alright. The boat of losers has been tampered with, and I heard that voice you were going on about but no one is here, and my raccoon who is supposed to be deep in the woods with her family all the sudden found me-
SLAM! –click-
Courtney whirled around to see the door was closed. "Please tell me that you accidently shut the door." She then tried to yank it open but it wouldn't budge. "And locked us in!"
"Um, no. But I think I know where those cries of help actually came from." Lindsey asked pointing at something standing near the bow of the boat of losers.
Standing in a corner, on the other side of the boathouse was a 5ft tall, bloated to the near bursting point, pulsating pockets of volatile gasses grown all over upper body, destroying whatever clothing it has above the waist, leaving it only with a pair of pants. The gas pockets appear to have painfully ripped through the victim's skin and contain highly reactive gas. For some reason, the creature appear completely bald, possibly an additional side effect of the virus' mutation. Obviously it was one of the zombie's that has a shred of humanity left since it lets out a distinctive pulsating moan Lindsey kept hearing that vaguely exclaims "Help me!".
Courtney was shocked and nauseated from the sight of the new type of infected as it began to slowly walk towards them. "By God…" She then tried to pull the door again. "Damn it!" She then started kicking it as Britney was desperately scratching at the door. Lindsey couldn't stop staring at the swollen creatures flesh as she kept throwing up in her mouth.
Courtney anxiously looked around then spotted the broken window. "Quick! This way!" She pushed Lindsey towards the window, while Britney eagerly ran around the two in circles.
"But the broken glass!" Lindsey objected. "Besides I don't think the boathouse would like it if we crawled through its eyeball Courtney."
The bloated creature may have been slow but it was closing in and its moans of "Help" were getting louder.
"Gah!" Courtney frustratingly shouted before picking up a nearby cinder block, taking a couple steps back before chucking it, breaking the remaining parts of the double hung window. "Now go!"
Carefully Lindsey crawled out, and right when Courtney scooped Britney up in her arms the bloated infected beast stopped right in front of her and started rapidly shaking, letting out little moaning cries.
Courtney winced. "What kind of infected bastard are you?"
Britney jumped out of her arms and out the window and just when Courtney eased out and she and Lindsey began to run, the bloated creature exploded, which also resulted in the breaking down the thin wall. The only thing left of it was its blood coded legs, spine, ribcage, and skull.
Despite it being a horrific scene, Courtney sighed in relief; that is until she looked up and saw seven more of those bloated creatures wandering around inside the safe zone.
"Wha- but- how did they get in here?" Courtney asked, looking around at the camp grounds.
Lindsey tapped her shoulder. "Um, Courtney, how come the lightning in the fence is like, off?" She asked pointing at the fence.
"Off? It shouldn't be off." The interns eyes wandered around slowly to see that no voltage in the fence at all. What really made her onyx eyes go wide was the big gaping hole in the gate's door…dangling on the broken gate was a big rusty hook. "That fucking traitor."
"Name calling… did ye parents teach you wiper snappers nothing bout respecting the elders?" A voice wheezed. Turns out it was in fact Old man Hookin' but his rain coat was wide open showing huge pulsating pockets all over his chest, his hat was on the ground showing his pale elderly light green face with pulsating gas pockets and thick veins under his neck. His sleeves were rolled up showing his veins on the top layer of his skin along with smaller pulsating pockets. His eyes were blood shoot red.
Margi kicked the trailer door open, the chainsaw in hand. "What the fuck going on out her-" Then she saw mutant elder. "Oh my giant skin puss! Old man Hookins'?! Is that you? You look like a Total Drama Yum Yum Happy Go Time Candy Fish…after I beamed the sunlight at it with a magnifying glass."
Dakota covered her mouth. "I think I'm going to be sick."
"Get back here with my dog collar Britney! God, you can be a pain in the ass!" Duncan yelled, chasing the raccoon out of the main lounge then stopped on sight of the elder zombie. "Ah! Sick man! The fuck is wrong with your face?!"
Everyone else looked out the main lounge windows or doors.
"His face looks like a bunch of layered ass cheeks!" Heather insulted flicking her tongue in disgust.
"Wow even my uncle didn't look that nasty; and he had the chicken pocks the measles and the mumps all at the same time." Izzy laughed.
The infected elder narrowed his eyes to a slit before screeching, "Etanoted! Sredicius! (Suiciders! Detonate!)" Causing everyone to covered their ears as all the seven of the other Suiciders one by one shook rapidly and exploded leaving skeleton skulls, ribcages and pants legs to drop onto the ground with small puddles of bloods. Everything grew quiet…then faint infected screeches came from outside the safe zone but grew louder as if a mob of infected were approaching.
Everyone froze upon realizing, an ambush was on its way. Since the gate was busted open they can just run right through.
Old man Hookins' spook up. "It's not nice for youngsters to make fun of a senior citizens…maybe I should SMASH YOU ALL!"
Everyone stared in awe as the elder swollen flesh expanded, and he stretched up to 8ft tall then it let out a piercing screech.
"Now that's… not nice." Chris pointed out.
A/N: Okay you all probably hate me right now for leaving you all hanging for so long and want to stone me-
Margi: I should kill you where you sit!
Me: Really? :O
Margi: Nah, just goofin ^^
Me: -_-
Courtney: I for one think you over abused the three of us v.v
Me: Don't worry it'll all turn around…when I feel like it :P
Courtney: What but-
Me: Anyways! Review. Fav. Follow. You know what to do. :D Oh and happy Fourth of July all
Margi: Speaking of which check out this thick sparkler stick Chef gave me. (shows Jazzy a stick of lit dynamite)
Me: By god Margi! That is not a sparkler! (Takes it a throws it out the door of the A/N room and it explodes on Eva) Oops. (Closes the door and boards it up) Lets not open this door for a while huh?
Margi: But I gotta take a waz!
Me: Pee in a bottle -_-
