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Post by Journee Burns ! on Aug 17, 2009 9:30:36 GMT -5
Journee yawned and stepped out of her cabin. No one had really woken up yet but, this would be the first time. It was sorta surprising that Chris hadn't actually made anyone wake up in at this hour. Him and Chief normally made sure that no one was asleep. But after all, Journee didn't even know what time it was. Even since she was a kid, she hated to carry around a watch or even look up at the clock to check. Normally someone on her team would tell. But thanks to the time, no one was up.
That night, like about every single night, there was a stupid, retarded, thunder storm. No one had really expected it of her, but she couldn't stand them. On a few occasions, Journee had slept through some. But most she lay awake, wishing it would be over in a moment or two. This one had lasted for what seemed to be hours. It was amazing how any other of the campers could be asleep.
Every part of the Camp Site was drenched and even a tree branch had fallen near the Mess Hall. She shuddered thinking of what ungodly thing was going to be served to day. Dead cat, old oysters, rotten vegetables? You never quite knew, or wanted to know. Along the time that Journee was here, she was almost certain that they would have plastic food sometime. It would probably look amazingly good, then Chris would do his gay little laugh and say That thats not really food!
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Post by Chris Maclean on Aug 17, 2009 9:59:55 GMT -5
Chris stood behind the tree watching and waiting for any one of the campers to leave their trailers. Looking at his watch it was 9:38 a.m. How nice was Chris to let them sleep in? It was probably the only time he'd let them do that. When Challenges would start they'd be starting around eleven a.m. or noon. Chris turned to the camera guy behind him.
"I think I'm pretty nice to let them sleep in. Especially for what's in store for them. I'm not all nice ya know."
Chris turned back around and noticed someone coming out of the girl's trailer. It was Journee. Chris always wondered who'd name their child Journee but he'd seen a lot of weird names throughout his television business. He watched as she passed by the Mess Hall. Sure the storm was deadly last night but it's not all bad. The more scared they are the better right? Chris decided to move. Sneaking around he began to creep up behind Journee. With the blowhorn in his hand he aimed it at Journee's head and blew it as loud as he could.
"MORNING! Haha! Oh this never gets old." |
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