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Post by Zen on Mar 17, 2009 22:30:36 GMT -5
It was mid-day and that meant only one thing: Lunch time. Most of the kids and some of the adults had probably already found suitable seats within the main lodge and were most likely enjoying their lunch this very second.
This was of particular interest to Shank.
She was seated at the desk where Coach Oleander-- Or 'Spudzy McGee' as she called him -- usually napped or made announcements... more the former than the latter. The Coach had gone to the main lodge for lunch, leaving his base quite empty, giving Shank the perfect opportunity to enter the abandoned area, and more importantly, use the radio therein.
"Let's see if this thing gets any stations..."
To her happy surprise, Shank found that the odd little radio did in fact get stations; She settled for one playing '80's tunes, propped her feet up on the table, and relaxed as the music played, bobbing her head from time to time.
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Post by Lovenu on Mar 18, 2009 17:40:23 GMT -5
Evan was walking down the path when suddenly she heard strange music coming from Oleander's tree house. Oleander didn't usually listen to 80's music so Evan was confused, "He better not be going crazy again..." she muttered to herself.
Evan climbed up and saw her good friend Shank screwing around with Oleander's radio. She was so predictable, but maybe that's what Evan liked about her. Evan walked over to Shank and sat down in a chair off to the side to listen with her, "What's up Shank?" asked Evan.
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Post by Zen on Mar 20, 2009 21:17:05 GMT -5
"Hey, Ev" Shank said with a grin, peering at her friend from one opened eye. She quickly removed her feet from the table and sat up straight, stretching as she did so.
"Just messin' with Spudzy's radio, here. I was curious, see, 'bout if it got radio signals or not... Turns out, it does. So I figya I might as well use it wheneva he's not makin' important announcements, like snorin' or mumblin'." Shank's grin grew and she crossed her arms across her chest, looking towards Evan as she spoke.
"So, what's up wit you? Takin' a charmin' little stroll through our lover-ly little camp, and decided to pay Oly a visit? Dhat's pretty nice of you!" There was a casual, slightly sarcastic tone to Shank's voice, emphasized by the broad grin she refused to yield. She was obviously just messing around, and she was sure Evan knew that.
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Post by Lovenu on Mar 20, 2009 23:12:37 GMT -5
"Haha, not much Shank not much... I always come to visit Oly silly, I mean I am his lover after all..." she said with a playful chuckle as she clasped her hands together and made a mock romantic sigh. She looked at the radio and grinned an evil grin, "Woah! Nice find! We can use it to make announcements throughout the WHOLE camp!" said Evan with a cackle.
Evan got out of her chair and walked over to look at the radio, "Hmm... I wonder what sort of stuff we could announce! We could call out certain campers and staff members!" she said with a devilish grin. She moved the chair she was sitting in before over to the desk and sat down, never taking her eyes off of the little radio.
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Post by Zen on Mar 23, 2009 3:13:03 GMT -5
"Hmm... Hadn't thought of dhat!" Shank said with an equally as devious grin, rubbing her chin in thought. Evan's idea didn't sound half-bad.... In fact, it sounded great. Cruel ideas flashed through Shank's mind, each one as sadistic and downright mean as the last... But then, the image of brown jumpsuits and bananas topped with peanut butter filled her mind, and she was quickly pulled from her reverie.
"But... uh, what if we... get caught in da act? Sure, everybody and their grandma is at lunch right now, but people could still track it to us..." The tone Shank now carried was tinged with worry and anxiousness, like a kid about to do something they really didn't want to. And indeed, she was that kid, except she actually wanted to do this, just... she didn't want to get caught doing it. It wouldn't look good on her parole reports, no, not one bit...
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Post by Lovenu on Mar 23, 2009 20:20:05 GMT -5
Evan realized this too and thought long and hard and hard and long. Suddenly her mind turned to Gus and she smirked. Accents! Of course! No one would be the wiser! She put a hand on Shank's elbow and grinned.
"Ah my dear Shank, let us not worry about such trifle matters... If we were to use accents, there's no way we could be caught! Trust me, I'm a precog, I know these things..." she said as she took the hand off and cleared her throat, "'Ow could we possibly geet caught eef we talked like idiots?" she said in an overly done French accent. She suddenly broke out into an evil cackle as most evil girls do and smiled at Shank, proud of her brilliant idea, "Haha... Gus is helpful even when he isn't around!"
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Post by Zen on Mar 23, 2009 21:48:09 GMT -5
"Haha~! Dhat he is, dhat he is!" Shank clapped with approval at Evan's entertaining solution. She took a moment to think of an accent to use.... Her New York accent was out of the question, obviously, as was her British (Didn't want to offend Evan) and because her friend was already doing it, so was French. And really, those were the only good ones... No, what Shank needed was a voice nobody would recognize, that nobody would link back to her...
And then it hit here like a ton of so many red bricks of genius.
"Okay, Ev, lemme see dhat radio... Gonna give it a try." Shank turned the radio's music function off and leaned in close to the microphone, taking a deep breath and wetting her lips before speaking....
"Attention, campers...."
... In a voice that could make the Terms of Service on car insurance sound like foreplay.
"We'd like to remind you that, if you see one Miss Riley Cooper -- Scrawny, nervous, not much of a conversationalist -- to ask her how she's doing with trying to get into Fred Bonaparte's pants. If she says she's having a hard time, suggest to her that maybe some kind of step-ladder is the way to go."
Behind that nasally, horribly fake New York accent was the sultry voice of a girl with a possible future as a damn fine phone-sex operator. It was the kind of voice one might link to a curvy, buxom young lady who had been around the block more than once... Not Shank. She had decided to use this, her real voice, over any accent. It wasn't like anyone would know it was her anyways...
"Hahahaa~! Dhis is fun! You try it now, Ev!" Shank said, once again in her fake accent, as she pulled away from the radio and waited for Evan to make her own announcement. She wondered, for a moment, how long they could keep this up without somebody catching them...
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Post by Lovenu on Mar 25, 2009 14:57:12 GMT -5
The minute Evan heard this voice coming from Shank, she choked. To hear a voice like THAT coming from someone like SHANK was just too much. Evan sputtered and lost her cool for a bit, which was highly unlike her. But then again, Shank talking like that was highly unlikely. Evan eventually stopped sputtering enough to talk to Shank, "MY! MY GOD SHANK!!! WA-WAS THAT YOU!?! AT THIS RATE WE'LL NEVER BE CAUGHT!!" she said with a grin. It's true, with a voice like that, no one would trace it back to Shank.
Evan quickly picked up the radio and cleared her throat as she thought of something to say in her ridiculous mock French accent, "Ahem... Attenshioonnn camPARSS, zis eez an importahnt announcement from ze cahmp staff-uh... A certain Quim Leteeeetaaa 'as been rumageeng zhrough a certain Gustav LaPluie's underwear drawer for reason's we could only imagine 'ave somezing to do wiz 'is creepy fetish wiz ze poor boy... Zat eez all..." the minute she turned it off she started laughing her ass off and rolling around on the floor of the tree house, "THIS... HAHA... THIS IS JUST TOO... TOO GOOD.... AHAHAHAHAHAHAAA"
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Post by Zen on Mar 27, 2009 1:54:50 GMT -5
Shank merely raised an eyebrow and gave a roll of the eyes at Evan's reaction to her voice. 'Here we go again...' She thought as she looked away from her friend momentarily. And her mom wondered why she did the accent...
However, Shank's mild annoyance vanished once she heard Evan's ridiculous French accent, causing her to to laugh out loud. She quickly silenced herself as Evan continued her 'announcement', finally letting loose the moment Evan herself began roaring with laughter.
"Oh man, Ev, dhat was great!" Shank said, once again in her false accent, as she wiped a stray tear from her eye, her laughter dying down. She then reached for the microphone again, calming herself before speaking in her natural voice.
"Attention Mr. Pyroxis... We would like to say that you are fooling no one, and that the red hair is an overkill on that whole 'pyrokinesis' shtick. Seriously, you'd might as well be saying "Did I mention I am pyrokinetic today?" every hour on the hour. We suggest dropping the dye and letting those gray hairs show through."
Shank released the button and instantly began chuckling to herself, offering the microphone to Evan. If one didn't know better, one could swear they were passing blunts and getting high as kites.
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Post by Lovenu on Mar 31, 2009 17:36:37 GMT -5
Evan tried her best not to crack up during Shank's turn. If Evan didn't know better, she was actually starting to get used to Shank's actual voice. It was strange yes, but Evan found it hilariously ironic considering her dark and cynical sense of humor.
During Shank's turn, Evan tried to think of someone to burn via camp announcements. Josephine was the next person on her hit-list. She hated Jo even more than she hated Quim, and that was saying something. Her hatred of Jo just sort of stemmed from... Well from nothing actually. She just plain didn't like Jo. So it was decided. Jo would be the next to fall. She did a feel a bit bad choosing Jo after Shank had already done Alistair. It was like killing a baby lamb after you killed it's mother. Too bad Evan liked lamb chops more than she liked having a sense of guilt.
Evan quickly took the radio and transmitted her next broadcast in her weird fake French accent, "We apologize for all ov ze announcements, but we really feel zat zeese must be shared wiz ze public... We would like to ask a Ms. Josephine LaBelle to please stop obstructeeng ze campar's and staff's view of Whispereeng Rock Summar Camp wiz her GARGANTUAN HEEPS! Zat eez all"
Evan turned off the radio and started laughing her ass off like an idiot. She was getting so giddy from publicly humiliating people, "We really need to... Haha... Turn this into a... A SPORT!!!" said Evan as she went back to rolling on the floor. It really wasn't that funny, but she continued to laugh, "Who are you doin' next Shank?"
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Post by Zen on Apr 5, 2009 23:51:47 GMT -5
"If this were a sport, Evan my dear, we would be Olympic Champions!" Shank hadn't realized she said these words, and all the words that followed, without her accent. Maybe she was simply getting more comfortable around Evan, or perhaps it was a simple slip up. Either way, Shank didn't seem to notice or care.
"Next I think I'll... Damn, I only know her last name, but..." Shank said before clearing her throat and bringing the mic yet again to her mouth.
"A notice to one of our special teachers, Ms. Bojana; We have been told to inform you to stop raiding Agent Nein's closet and completely ripping off his style. Let's be honest, Ms. Bojana; There are better dressed people here you could be stealing clothes and copying from. But if you're into reverse pantie-raids, well, who are we to stop you?"
Shank pulled the microphone away from her face before smiling smugly to herself. Yeah, she totally burned that woman she hardly knew. Maybe that was a bit mean, to make fun of somebody you didn't know, but Shank was pretty sure this Bojana chick would do something to piss her off in the future, so she had it coming, really. It was Bojana's fault for messing with her. In the future.
"You're up, Ev!"
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