Chapter 2 - The Big Sleep
Despite the stale outdoors and snoring teens, the island almost seemed peaceful in the morning. Until Chris walked up with two items in hand. A loud speaker, and an airhorn. Put those together, and you've got-
BEEEEEEAAAA!
Lindsay was the first to jolt up from her sleep, and bang her hand on the bunk above her.
"Ow!" Lindsay grabbed her head. "It's seven in the morning!" She ran up to the open window.
"Do I look like a farmer to you?"
In a flash, everybody was up and out in a line. Cody walked up behind Eva, who had an MP3 player on with earphones. Rock music could be heard. Cody spotted the MP3 player and slowly tried to touch it. Eva glanced at his wandering finger and with a snarl she bit the area where Cody retracted his hands. Her sharp teeth visible, she glared at Cody and growled like a rabid dog.
"Morning!" Chris said cheekily. "Hope you slept well."
"Hi Chris." Heather waved. "You look really buff in those shorts." She pointed.
"I know." He winked at her kissing-up-to. "Okay, I hope you're all ready because your next challenge begins, *pulls out watch* in exactly one minute!"
"Oh! Excuse me." Owen said. "I don't know if that's enough time to eat breakfast." He shrugged, smiling.
"Oohh, you'll get breakfast Owen." Chris answered sinisterly. "Right after you complete your twenty-kilometer run around the lake!" Chris pointed that-a-way.
"Oh so you're funny now." Eva came up to Chris with a fist held up and ready. "You know what I think would be funny?" Trent and Duncan held her back as Courtney came up to her and whispered,
"Eva! Try to control you temper?" She warned. Her swollen eye has now recovered by now.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Eva spat to Chris.
"A little." Chris smiled. "You have thirty seconds." Chris reminded with his watch as Eva intensified her glare.
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Courtney: Okay- that girl Eva, has got to get a handle on her temper. She's only been here one day and she's already thrown her suitcase out a window and broken the lock on one of the bathroom doors. Courtney listed off with a scowl.
*static*
"Okay runners!" Chris called to the line of campers in position. "On your marks. Get set! GO!" The teens, most of them, sprinted off.
After who knows how long, Harold asks at the back of the tired crowd. "Do you know how much longer?" Emma and Kitty ran by.
Gwen was next to Harold. "Don't walk beside me." Noah jogged past Heather, bumped into her as she walked.
"Do you mind?" She jibed.
*static*
Heather: I don't run. And, I definitely don't run in high heel wedges.
*static*
Heather kept walking, then she stopped when she found Owen down on his hands and knees in a shallow stream. He spoke in between laps of water.
"Can't.. catch.. breath! Must.. have.. condition!" He slumped down. Leshawna tiredly walked by the stream.
"Yeah! It's called overheating." Heather gibed. "Look into it." Leshawna leaned against a tree, sore.
"And what's your excuse?" She turned to Heather. "You skinny *pant* annoying *pant* ooh! *pant* I'm too tired for insults."
Chris zoomed by shouting into his loudspeaker. "Pick it up people! If you're not back by dinner time- you don't eat!"
"Ugh!" Heather seethed. "I hate him so much." In a grimace she stepped over Owen so to not wet her shoes, and continued walking off.
Back in the main lodge, most of the Killer Bass were there already. All tired and resting, they waited as Chris filed his nails.
Kicking the door open was Owen, carrying an unconscious Noah. "Clear a table, STAT!" He cried. Leshawna followed closely behind. She stopped at the entrance and fell.
"*pant* We made it!"
Back at the other table, Owen was chest pumping Noah, trying to revive him. A concerned Cameron and Emma looked over. Harold then entered the lodge, clutching his chest.
"What took you so long?" Courtney asked. "We just lost the challenge!"
Harold wheezed. "I think I'm having heart palpitations."
"Ey- wait a second!" Anne Maria stood up. "If they lost, then that means we won the challenge!" Owen paused in the CPR and Noah woke up from his slumber. The Screaming Gophers began to cheer.
"Whoa there, hold your horses guys!" Chris waved his hands. "That wasn't the challenge!"
"What did you just say?" Gwen asked.
"Who's..." He walked up to some purple curtains. It drew back. "... Hungry?!" Drawing back, it revealed a long table of a delicious Thanksgiving dinner with turkey, potatoes, gravy, and more. It shone and sparkled to the exhausted campers.
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Gwen: After a whole week of brown sludge, I almost cried when I saw that buffet.
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Owen: And then I saw it! Owen reminisced. The buffet table! It was beautiful. There was turkey! And baked beans and maple syrup! Hah-! Owen put up a hand to his temples. Can I have a minute? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! He controlled his sobs.
*static*
The table was now overridden with empty plates, dirty dishes, scooped out bowls and bones. Everybody groaned in pain while holding their now enlarged stomachs. Chris hopped on the table with his speaker.
"Okay campers! Time for part two of your challenge!"
"I thought eating was the second part." Owen said through a muffled mouth.
"What more do you want from us?" Gwen asked exasperated.
"Ugh... weird goth girl is right." Heather said, Gwen crossing her arms at her. "Haven't we've been through enough?"
"Um... let me think about that." Chris said, actually taking the liberty to pretend to think. "No!"
"It's time for... the Awake-a-thon!"
"The what-a-thon?" Owen asked.
"Don't worry!" Chris hopped down. "This is an easy one. The team with the last camper standing wins invisibility."
"So." Gwen started. "What you're saying, is the 20-K run and the turkey eating frenzy were part of your evil plan to make it harder for us to stay awake?" She squinted.
"That's right Gwen!"
"Man, he's good." She scowled. Leshawna nodded.
"MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!" The groups began to make their way out. Gwen stood against the wall, pouting. Trent walked up to her.
"So. How long do you think it'll be before everyone's out cold?" He asked.
"'Bout an hour, give or take." Owen walked by already sleepy with drool running down his gravy stained chin. Gwen sighed.
"Maybe less."
The hot sun swung through the sky, a timer on the screen showing that almost twelve hours has passed by. Against Gwen's theory, the teammates were still awake, though with dark circles under their eyes now.
"We are now twelve hours in with all 26 campers still wide-awake!" Chris narrated. Owen was shimmying backwards to stay alive.
"Woo-hoo! stay awake for twelve hours?" Owen had a crazed look to his face. "I can do that in my sleep! Woo-hoo!" He fist-pumped the air and stayed in that position for a questionable amount of time. He slammed over.
*static*
Gwen: The awake-a-thon was definitely the most brutal thing I've ever done in my life. Gwen expressed annoyed.
*static*
Gwen yawned. The Screaming Gopher now had one point reduced, leaving them 12 people. "This is the most boring thing I've ever done in my life."
"*yawn* Could be way worse." Trent replied.
"Oh yeah? How?"
"I could be stuck here without you to talk to." Trent answered with a smile. Gwen looked away, smiling back. Heather didn't smile.
*static*
Heather: So my strategy is to get two other campers to form an alliance with me and take to the final three. The only question is, who can I find that is either desperate or dumb enough to do whatever I say?
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Lindsay stood on her head, her two hand balancing her wobbly body up. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to get the blood.. to rush to my head." Lindsay said. "I think its working!"
"Can I try?" Beth asked excited.
"Sure!" Lindsay replied. Heather smirked to herself.
"Perfect." She called them over. "Lindsay? Beth? Can I talk to you for a sec?" The two girls were now both on their heads.
"Sure!"
They came over and Heather laid out her idea.
"Okay, I have a plan to get me, and two other people into the final three- and I chose you guys."
"Really?" Lindsay lit up.
"You should know that this is a very big deal." Heather said. "I am placing my trust, in you. And trust is a two-way street." Lindsay and Beth both quickly nodded.
"So you'll do everything I'll say then?" Heather grinned.
"Sure!" Lindsay exclaimed. She turned to Beth and squealed. "Eee! We're going to the final three!" They both jumped. "EEEEE!" Lindsay's squeal shot right through Heather's eardrums, she cringed.
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Beth: Oh. My. God. Heather is taking to the final three! I'm going to the final three- I'm going to the final three! Beth paused. I wonder what will happen then?
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"Speaking of alliances, d'you know who i think is really cute?" Lindsay asked Beth. She looked at Tyler who was leaning back against a tree stump. Heather jumped in.
"Oh no. No, no, no. You can't date him." Heather shook her finger.
"Why not?"
"Ugh- because he's on the other team!" Heather pointed.
"Uh-huh?" Lindsay didn't follow.
"You can't, inter-team date. It's like- against the alliance rules."
"There are rules?" Lindsay asked.
Heather leaned in, causing both Lindsay and Beth to lean back. "Remember what I just said about trust Lindsay? Of course, you can always leave the alliance." Heather shrugged. "If you do though, I can't protect you from getting kicked off."
"N-no! I wanna be in the alliance!" Lindsay said.
"Good." Heather simpered. "Then it's settled." She walked away. Lindsay looked disappointed, and Beth sympathized while walked away too. Tyler turned and waved to Lindsay, and Lindsay lit up.
*static*
Lindsay: Heather said I couldn't date him. She never said I couldn't like him.
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Eva listened to her rock music, almost ready to topple over. She put her earphones in her pocket. "I'm going to the bathroom." She let her team know, and began to walk. Heather gave a lazy glance to Eva walking away. Then, she noticed Eva's MP3 player and earphones fell out of her pocket and onto the ground. Heather stood up, an idea brewing, and casually walked over.
In front of Chris, she stretched back and forth, reaching the ground next to her as she discreetly picked up the player and earphones. She held it as she sat back down with Lindsay and Beth.
"Uh- isn't that Eva's MP3 player?" Lindsay asked.
"Yep."
"Well, isn't she gonna get like, really mad when she realizes it's gone?"
"That's exactly what I'm counting on." Heather smirked.
Not too far off was Mike chatting with Zoey. Cameron joined them a few hours ago, and ever since he did so, Mike just took the time to admire Zoey. Mike was leaning over with his chin on his hands and Zoey smiling sweetly at him.
".. and then I *yawn* poured in the homogeneous solution into the beaker. It was amazing! The liquid turned purple, then exploded in my face! And then-"
"Yeah, amazing." Mike sighed, oblivious. Zoey giggled.
"How're you holding up?" Zoey asked.
"Great! Thanks to you." Mike grinned. Then he turned to Cameron. "How about you Ca-? Cam?" Cameron was fast asleep on the log next to him.
"Oh no! Cam's out." Zoey sighed. "Guess the only thing keeping him awake was explaining that experiment huh?" Mike moved up a little.
"Experiment?" He shook his head. "Uh, what experiment?"
Nearly 24 hours have passed. Kitty was found curled up next the fire, much to Emma's disappointment. Even Noah was out too, head on hand. The Screaming Gophers now had eight campers left standing.
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Kitty: Okay, so I came here to help Emma and everything, have fun on an island resort and meet hot guys- but this is so not what I had in mind! She sighs. But, our family never quits. I can already hear what Emma would say.
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Emma: I thought Kitty would've been able to last longer than that. We're here to win! She folded her arms. Never give up. Never surrender. Never say never. She blinks. Wait a minute.
*static*
On the other side of the campfire were the Killer Bass. Izzy sprawled in a corner, fast asleep. Cody napped in his chair and Scott lay comfortably on some rocks. Courtney was still up, moving her legs back and forth. Tyler's eyelids drooped, vision set on a snoozing Eva. Suddenly, a bear bristled out of the bushes behind her and with one fell swoop, swiped Eva out of her seat with its long claws.
"WAUUGGHHH!" Tyler screamed, totally out of it. He woke Eva up, who glared at him steadily. Tyler stopped and slumped back down on his seat. The Killer Bass had eight left too.
"Congratulations campers!" Chris spoke up. "You've made it to the 24 hours mark! Time to take things up a notch." Chef walked in wearing a fluffy pink sheep suit and a harp in one hand. Next to Chris was something draped in a sheet of cloth. He pulled it off, showing a stack of books.
"Fairy-tales!"
Gwen groaned. "Oh, he's not serious." Chris held up one thick book and cleared his voice.
"Ahem." Chef strung one note on the harp. He heard a stifled snicker off to the side and he loured at them.
"Once. Upon a time. *Chef stoked the harp* There was. *another snicker, and another glare from Chef* Inside this boring kingdom. *Beth yawned* A boring village. *Lindsay's eyes drooped and jerked wide* And inside this boring, sleepy, village. *Ezekiel nodded up and down sleepily, his eyes falling* Filled with very boring children, who did very boring things."
Against a starry, pink tinted night sky was the forest. The golden harp stood tall in the center, and a prancing baby sheep trotted up and leaped over the harp with a baa. And then another sheep. And then a prancing Chef in his costume. *faaaarrrtt* He was wide awake now. Ezekiel had been using Owen's butt as a pillow, and woke up to a cloud of gas. He coughed several times.
Heather, Lindsay, and Beth still were awake, but recoiled when they looked up and saw Chef in a ballet outfit, leaping in the view of the full moon. Harp strings plucked to a symphony. Chef sprinkled sparkles behind.
Duncan, Gwen, and Trent stood aghast, until Chef scattered sprinkles onto them. They all yawned. More glitter was sprayed onto Anne Maria, Mike, and Zoey from the other team; they all yawned too. D.J. tied himself to a tall tree with some rope, confident it will keep him up and awake. But as soon as some of the sequins hit D.J., he yawned once and leaned over, snoring. The tree cracked and fell over, landing on the still asleep D.J. A squirrel scampered up on the trunk. Now the Killer Bass had seven left.
Gwen called tiredly, "Timber."
Forty hours into the challenge. Justin was standing upright like the model he is, and Courtney kept on moving in a one-place jog.
*static*
Courtney: I figured that if I kept moving, I could outlast all of them. I just had to keep my eye on the ball.
*static*
She panted and Justin had his eyes wide open. More and more succumbed to sleep. The Killer Bass had five left. But the Screaming Gophers still had seven. Heather nudged Lindsay.
"We should talk about our strategy." Lindsay opened her eyes.
"Huuh?" She groaned and fell back, her feet swinging in the air.
"Beth?" Heather asked. Her feet was up too. Now there were five left.
"Okay, favorite song." Gwen asked Trent, in the middle of their question game.
Trent thought for some time. "She would be loved." He answered. "Favorite color?"
"Um... midnight blue." Gwen said.
"Ooh, mysterious." Trent grinned. "I like that." Gwen smiled, and yawned. Trent kneeled over and put a hand on her back.
"Aw, don't fall asleep. Okay- quick. Favorite movie moment."
"You're gonna think it's cheesy."
"I promise I won't."
"Okay. The kiss at the end of that road trip movie.. You know the one with the guy and three girls?"
"I know the one! Hahaha, you like that movie?" They smirked. Owen walked past them, arms up like a mummy, and once more- stark naked. Gwen and Trent froze and looked over to where Owen was sleeping. His clothes were scattered on the ground, even his socks and shoes.
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Owen: Did I mention that I ate the entire dish of baked beans and maple syrup? Funny thing about baked beans... they make me sleep walk.
*static*
The dark blue sky was speckled with different blotches of white. A shooting start passed by, as seen by Trent and Gwen, but they were too tired to make anything of it. They lay head to head, sprawled out. Trent yawned.
"You still awake?"
"Yeah. It's weird, but I think I'm so tired, I'm not tired anymore. Does that make sense?"
"I really have no idea... where's the Little Dipper again?"
"See the Big Dipper?" Gwen pointed up to the constellation. "Follow the handle to that bright star. The pole star... and it's right there."
"Aah, cool." Trent breathed.
On the very cliff from last challenge, Owen walked straight up to the very edge. One more step and he would've fell. He halted in his left foot, and abruptly turned around. After two seconds of standing there, he fell backwards. A distant splash was heard.
By 51 hours Justin was still up and posing. Eva snored, but woke up to Gwen saying,
"Look at him. He's like a statue!" Justin's eyes were still wide open, and he kept his grin. "He hasn't moved in like over.. 50 hours!" Gwen and Trent stood by him wearily.
"Hello?" Gwen tried. "Hello!"
"Yip. Yip!" Trent waved his arms. "Yipyipyipyipyip!" Justin didn't respond. Gwen walked closer to him.
"Amazing. Look at the concentration." Trent scratched his head and Gwen poked him once. Justin then shook his head, and opened his open eyes. Gwen and Trent both gasped. Eva pointed angrily.
"His eyelids are painted, I saw it!"
Chris stirred. "Shut up. Oh, I've got to see this." He ran over to Justin. Justin blinked once, revealing the two dots he painted, and he shamefacedly grinned.
"That is so freaking cool! But, you're still out dude." The Killer Bass was down to four. Justin slumped.
Going upstream were a group of trouts, big with a salmon underside. Splashing with them was Owen, arms pinned to the side like fins. They were diving out and in, out and in, up and up the waterfall. As Owen disappeared into the forest once more, the day began to speed by. The moon went down and the sun rose. The sun went down and the moon rose. Repeat one last time with the morning sun rising, and you've got 85 hours into the challenge.
Harold slept in a stiff line, and Duncan smirked maliciously as he pushed in a cup of water. He grabbed Harold's wrist and lifted his hand into the cup. Harold sighed and Duncan's grin grew wider.
"Ahaha, gross it works! Dude peed his pants!" Harold slowly raised his head awake and gasped at his now dampened crotch. He quickly curled up and hid it.
If she could, Courtney would've scolded him... but she was asleep. Killer Bass now had three.
Zoey stirred, waking up comfortably. After a few blinks, she realized she was snuggled up against Mike, her head on his chest. She tried to cautiously slide out, but in doing so woke him up. Mike, startled, breaks out of their entangled hug and nervously puts his hands up.
"Oh my gosh! Soso sorry Zoey!" He looked frantic.
"No, no- I was the one who used your chest for a pillow!" Zoey replied. "I won't do it again! U-unless you really want me to?" Mike scratched his head and they both sheepishly smiled at the incident.
The Screaming Gophers now just had two left, Heather and (miraculously) Anne Maria. Anne Maria kept spraying her hair, the aroma keeping her awake. Heather waved the air. Emma, who stood by this, got up and left with a mutter.
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Emma: I was going to win this thing. As somebody going into international law school, you've got to get used to the sleepless nights. And by nights, I mean plural and in a row.
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"Um, can you not? You've been spraying that for days now. I'm pretty sure you just killed all the birds." Heather crossed her arms. Proving her point, a pigeon gracefully fell from a tree and splattered onto the ground. Anne Maria waved her off with a yawn.
"Oh please. you wish you could have aalll of this!" Anne Maria stopped spraying momentarily to show off her body.
"Barf." Heather gagged. Anne Maria ignored her and continued spraying. Heather twitched, annoyed by the fumes and sound of hissing spray- until finally she grabbed can from her "Hey!" and threw it into the fire pit with a semi growl. It exploded loudly, a huge burst of flames ignited, dying down after a few seconds. The surrounding team members jerked awake with a yell. Anna Maria gasped.
"Ooh- that's it! You're gonna get it you- *yawn*... little *yawn*." Anne Maria turned. "Oh forget this. I'm taking a nap."
"Don't you dare, the Killer Bass are going to win then!"
"Yeah, because I'm gonna listen to the one who threw my hair spray into a fire." They squinted at each other for a bit before Anne Maria unrealistically flipped her metallic hair and laid down to sleep. The Screaming Gophers now have two left.
*static*
Anne Maria: Sure I want the money. But not at the expense of my looks. I mean check me out, perfect hair, perfect tan, all this is worth a billion. Easy.
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Heather: She actually thinks she's hot? Ha! Don't make me laugh. She looks like somebody just poured orange paint all over her. Besides. I doubt that Emma will last much longer, so she practically handed me immunity. And with my alliance now in action, I could squish her like that. She flicked a buzzing fly, flattening it into the outhouse walls.
*static*
Gwen yawned. "I'd. Kill, for a coffee right now."
"What is the matter with you people?" Chris walked up, holding a coffee cup in his hand. He took a sip. "Come on, fall asleep already!" Gwen grabbed Chris's leg, shaking.
"Gotta hook me up man." She reached for the cup. "I'll even eat the grinds. Anything!"
"Alright, you five stay with me." Heather, Emma, Trent, Gwen, and Duncan walked up. Kitty stretched and cheered.
"Yeah, you go Emma!" She typed something on her phone. Noah woke up from her squeal.
"Ugh.."
"Oh! Sorry for waking you up Noah."
"Uh-huh. Yeah, do me a favor and wake me up the same way in ten years thanks." Noah closed his eyes again as Kitty blinked.
*static*
Kitty: Noah is so snarky. She grumbles. Kind of reminds me of someone.
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"The rest of you go and get a shower for Heaven's sake! You stink!" Harold covered his privates and ran off. Chris took another sip.
"I didn't want it to come to this. I said that to Chef Hatchet last time- I said, Chef. I don't want it to come to this. But darn it! These campers are tough! And so... I've come up with the most boring, sleep-inducing activity I could find."
*static*
Gwen: Oh come on, what now? Okay- you know what? She faced the camera. Bring it on.
*static*
Chris held up a thick red book, and spoke monotonously. "The history of Canada." He flipped it open, and a pop-up of a beaver came up. "A pop-up book, chapter one... The beaver. National symbol, and a 'dam' fine hat."
The five all groaned at the horrible pun.
Not too far away on the island, were actual beavers patting on their dam with their tails. One of the beavers patted on something a little more soft. Owen.
Covered in mud and a beaver, Owen was still asleep. And still naked.
"..Which of course was the pre-cursor for the discussions leading to the war of 1812..." Heather dropped dead. Trent, looking completely dead inside, began to lean forward from his stump. Gwen whipped her head back.
"Trent! Noo!" Gwen cried in slow motion as Trent finally tumbled into the ground. Gwen sighed. "Don't leave me."
Killer Bass had two. Screaming Gophers had one.
"Time for a bathroom break. Any takers?" Chris asked.
Duncan winced, holding it in. "I've held it this long sweetheart, I could go all day."
"Yeah, but can you hold it for another ten chapters?" Gwen asked with a grin. Reasoned with, Duncan got up and made his way to the stalls.
"You've got five minutes! Long as you don't mind a little company!" Duncan turned to the cameraman.
"Fine. But stay outta the stall." The camera nodded.
Gwen and Emma both groaned.
"Duncan? You in there man?" The camera guy asked after a few minutes of silence. The stall door opened, and Duncan was fast asleep with his pants down on the toilet, snoring. Back at the campfire, Chris awaited on his barrel. A hand off camera handed a piece of paper to Chris to read.
"Aaand we have news! It looks like Duncan has taken a dive on the can. Which means the Screaming Gophers and the Killer Bass are tied with one. Person. Left!" Chris said.
Emma was slouched over, starting to doze off. Kitty saw this and ran up with a shout.
"No, you can do this Emma! Come on!" Emma didn't say anything, a few seconds off from failing. Kitty tapped her chin. "Umm- oh! Hey Emma, selfie!" Katie turned on flash and took a picture with her tired sister. The bright flash managed to shake Emma up.
"Ah- hey!" Emma grumbled. Kitty shrugged.
"It woke you up, didn't it?"
Gwen wavered for a bit, then collapsed onto the ground, at long last tuckered out.
"And the official winner of the Awake-a-thon is-!" Chris held up his hand.
"Emma!" Emma too, slumped down to the ground. Chris held up her unconscious wrist.
"The Screaming Gophers win!"
"Yippee." She said in a muffled voice. Kitty jumped up and down.
"WOO! Yeah- go Emma! Haha!" Kitty continued to celebrate for both of them when she froze and twirled over to the ground upon hearing-
"RAAUUUUURRRGHHH!" Eva let a scream rip the cabin grounds, with her teammates cowering outside. There was a large pile of objects on the ground, and it kept on growing as Eva threw in more and more junk out.
"WHERE. IS MY MP3 PLAYER?!" Eva held her shaking fist "One of you must have stolen it- I NEED my MUSIC." She snarled. "No one is going anywhere until I get my MP3 player back!" She went back inside. There was a mutual silence, before Courtney broke it.
"Okay." She said. "Whoever took it better give it up now, before she destroys the whole camp!" Heather came up, happy about the sights of her evil work.
"Hey guys. Wow, this place is a real mess." They all were still dark-circled and tired from the very recent challenge.
"Someone stole Eva's MP3 player." Courtney explained. Heather grabbed the player out of her pockets and asked innocently,
"You don't mean this do you?" Eva looked out the door and smiled in relief. "I was wondering who it belonged to.." Eva ran up to her. "I found it by the campfire pit. You must have dropped it." Heather held out the contraption, smiling. Eva snatched it, holding it up.
"Oh thank you! Thank you, thank you!" Eva held her beloved gadget close. Heather shrugged.
"Sure thing." She walked off.
*static*
Heather: Turn a team against their own members, easiest trick in the book.
*static*
Eva smiled gratefully and looked to the team. "So! Sorry about that little.. misunderstanding." Eva said. "Guess no one stole it after all." The campers did not look happy.
She sighed. "Okay, maybe I overreacted a little. Hahaha.." She laughed uneasily under all the dead-tired eyes.
It was night, the elimination ceremony burning brightly. Chris walked up to the fatigued Killer Bass with a plateful of marshmallows.
"You've all cast your votes and made your decision. There are only eleven marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow must immediately return to the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers, and leave. And you can never come back... Ever!"
Chris smiled. "The first marshmallow goes to Duncan." Duncan went and grabbed one up.
"Izzy."
"Cody."
"Courtney."
"D.J."
"Scott."
"Gwen."
"Trent."
"Tyler."
"Justin."
Chris waited for all of them to get a marshmallow and sit down.
"Campers. This is the last marshmallow of the evening." Eva and Harold both looked at the plate anxiously. After a very long and dramatic wait, Chris finally raised his hand and said,
"Harold!" He gave a relieved smile and went to nab his marshmallow. Eva gawked.
"Eva. The Dock of Shame awaits." Eva stood up and turned to the team.
"Nice." She propped her hands on hip, glaring. "Really nice. Who needs this stupid T.V. show anyway!" She turned angrily. With a glower, Eva kicked Chris on the leg and stormed off.
"Ow!" Chris held his right leg. "Have a nice long sleep tonight." He called, and turned to the rest, face still in considerable pain. "You're all safe."
*static*
Courtney: I told you. You can't act like a total raging psychopath and then expect people to just forgive you. No matter how tough and strong and fast you are, she's never gonna have a career if she doesn't get her act together.
*static*
Heather: So Eva was one of their strongest players. And.. now she's gone. Heather smirked. I am so running this game.
*static*
"Buh-bye Eva!" Courtney waved. Eva, still not done, turned and held her sharp stick back. She aimed and threw it at Courtney. Courtney ducked, the stick planting itself on one of the staffs holding the lights up.
"Touchy!" Courtney recoiled.
In a flash, Eva was on the Boat of Losers, and the old boat zoomed off quickly. She sat with her ponytail waving rapidly.
"I guess my temper got the better of me. Again. But whatever, they just lost their fiercest competitor I hope they realize that." Eva stared at the camera. Then it switches over back to the campfire.
"To the Killer Bass!" Courtney toasted with her marshmallow over the bonfire. Everybody raised their stick. "And to not ending up here again next week." She added.
...
"*snore*" Being prodded by a stick-holding yeti was Owen, curled up and snoring in a cave. Naturally, he farted. The yetis sniffed the air, and sent Owen soaring out with a kick. Though upside down now with his chin implanted in the dirt, he continued sleeping and farted again.
Ah, Owen.