Back at the challenge....
Chris had everything already set up. The stations, the chapel. All the campers were lined up in a row-all except Courtney.
"OK, is everybody ready?" Chris asked.
"Hey, where's Courtney?" LeShawna asked.
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Back at the girls' trailer...
Courtney was snooping around the trailer, when, she saw the envelope sticking out from under her pillow. She walked over, making sure she didn't trip on her long pale blue dress. She reached under the pillow with a blue-gloved hand, and snatched the envelope.
"Why was this under my pillow, and what is it?" Courtney asked herself. She fingered the sticker keeping the envelope sealed, and tore it open. She opened the piece of paper and started reading what was written.
"'Dear Princess,'" She read, "To celebrate your coming back into the competition, I have a little surprise for you. Meet me outside the guys' trailer, midnight. See you in hell, Duncan.' Awww!" She cooed and jumped with delight. Then she realized she needed to get back to the competition.
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Back at the competition....
"I'm here!" Courtney came running into the room, holding her gown and trying not to fall in her 6-inch open-toed heels.
"It's about time." Heather crossed her hands over her ivory corset.
"Anyway," Chris said. "Are we ready NOW?"
Everybody nodded.
"Ok. Leshawna and Justin, Station 1, you're up." Chris pulled out a stopwatch. "And....GO!"
Leshawna took off running, tearing down streamers, popping balloons. She looked back, and Justin just stood there at a mirror, admiring himself and his coif work.
"Yo, you gonna help?!" Leshawna yelled to Justin.
"Fifteen seconds!" Chris said.
"UGH!" LeShawna grunted and resumed her disastrous work. She flipped over a table, groaning with effort to trash the heavy metal table. She gave up and moved on. She tore down posters and flipped over chairs, then she jumped onto the pedestal to knock it down.
"TIME!!!" Chris called. "Let's see...I give it a 4.5 rating."
Leshawna smiled.
"Justin." Chris said. "Pretty boy. You could be going home tonight. How does that make you feel beign a narcissist during the challenge?"
"Nah," Justin said. "My facialist said not to use emotions too much. It causes creases and crow's feet."
"Uh...ok, then." Chris looked at him strangely. "Anyway, next we have Heather and Harold with Lindsay, Station two. And.....GO!!!"
Heather and Harold took off towards the seats first. Heather flipped over most of the seats, and Harold struggled to move the light-weight pedestal.
Lindsay didn't know what to do. She just watched Heather and Harold dart around, attemping to speak to them when they ran past her.
"Yo, string cheese!" Heather yelled at him. "Try actually destroying somethign that you can do!"
"If I wanted to, I could make my being as strong as a professional wrestler." Harold argued.
"Oh, ok!" Heather went over to the walls and tore down posters, hooks and plastic clothing cases. "How about you consult Duncan, then?!"
Harold and Lindsay looked at Heather, scared, and went over to the piano to turn it over, but to no prevail.
"Not helping!" Heather yelled.
"Um...Henna?!?" Lindsay called.
"TIME!!!" Chris called.
Heather stopped and panted for air. Harold just stood at the piano with a confused Lindsay.
"Let's see..." Chris said, observing their work. "3.8!"
Heather growled and chased after a screaming Harold.
"Um, Chris!" Lindsay said. "My hair has strands out of place! Can I go back to the trailer to fix it?!"
"Uh...sure." Chris shrugged, not sure whether to say yes or no. "Anyway, next we have Duncan and Courtney with Gwen, Station 3."
"WHAT?!?!?" Duncan and Coutrney both said in disbeleif.
"Why do we have Gwen?!?!?!" Courtney yelled.
"Because I said." Chris smirked.
"GRRR!" Courtney threatened to hit him, but Duncan held her back.
"Hey, easy, Godzilla!" He said. Courtney struggled to get out of his grasp, but gave up when his hold on her tightened.
"Are we ready?" Gwen asked, getting impatient.
Chris shrugged. "If they're not, I am. And......GO!"
Gwen took off first like defense. Courtney ran around her and swung her leg on the ground, tripping Gwen.
Duncan was throwing posters, popped balloons, chairs, hooks, draped, even parts of the glass on windows. Then he screamed like Tarzan as he swung on a high loose drape. Courtney looked at him and laughed. She looked back at a dizzy Gwen at the bottom of the stairs. Although her heels were killing her, she wasn't about to lose again.
Courtney leaped-and jumped on the piano, knocking it over. Without getting up, she flipped backwards-and kicked over the pedestal, landing perfectly. (I dunno why, but here she reminds me of TaiLee from Avatar, or however you spell her name ;P)
Duncan landed on the heavy metal table, breaking it in half. He flipped backwards, and landed perfectly a few yards in front of Courtney.
"TIME!" Chris called.
Duncan's tux was torn, the long sleeves were torn halfway off, his hair was spiked up from being gelled down before. Courtney's long blue gown was torn down to being short, her one of her long gloves had come off and the other was starting to tear. Her hair, once in a peaceful extended French corn-roll bun, had been let loose in a long braid (she had hair extensions).
"Hmm..." Chris said, observing the completely trashed station. "On a scale of one to ten, I give it sixteen!"
Courtney smiled widely and jumped into Duncan's arms.
"WE WON!!" they repeated together.
"Eliminations will be held tomorrow at 2." Chris said, and everybody looked at the clock, which said 9:12.
Courtney held her stomach. Her stomach rumbled liek crazy. "Can we eat now?" She asked.
"Dinner is served!" Chris said, uncovering platters of wedding cake, pizzas, roast chicken and turkey, stuffing, and mashed potatoes.
Everybody cheered and sat down to eat.
Courtney sat next to Duncan, because she wouldn't've sat next to anyone else. But somehow, strangely, she couldn't help but feel her neck throbbing. She touched her neck, and it felt cold as ice.(srry, had to put that in- Bridgette's Dirty Little Secret part 1 and 2! but it has nothing to do with the rest of the story.)
Chris had everything already set up. The stations, the chapel. All the campers were lined up in a row-all except Courtney.
"OK, is everybody ready?" Chris asked.
"Hey, where's Courtney?" LeShawna asked.
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Back at the girls' trailer...
Courtney was snooping around the trailer, when, she saw the envelope sticking out from under her pillow. She walked over, making sure she didn't trip on her long pale blue dress. She reached under the pillow with a blue-gloved hand, and snatched the envelope.
"Why was this under my pillow, and what is it?" Courtney asked herself. She fingered the sticker keeping the envelope sealed, and tore it open. She opened the piece of paper and started reading what was written.
"'Dear Princess,'" She read, "To celebrate your coming back into the competition, I have a little surprise for you. Meet me outside the guys' trailer, midnight. See you in hell, Duncan.' Awww!" She cooed and jumped with delight. Then she realized she needed to get back to the competition.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Back at the competition....
"I'm here!" Courtney came running into the room, holding her gown and trying not to fall in her 6-inch open-toed heels.
"It's about time." Heather crossed her hands over her ivory corset.
"Anyway," Chris said. "Are we ready NOW?"
Everybody nodded.
"Ok. Leshawna and Justin, Station 1, you're up." Chris pulled out a stopwatch. "And....GO!"
Leshawna took off running, tearing down streamers, popping balloons. She looked back, and Justin just stood there at a mirror, admiring himself and his coif work.
"Yo, you gonna help?!" Leshawna yelled to Justin.
"Fifteen seconds!" Chris said.
"UGH!" LeShawna grunted and resumed her disastrous work. She flipped over a table, groaning with effort to trash the heavy metal table. She gave up and moved on. She tore down posters and flipped over chairs, then she jumped onto the pedestal to knock it down.
"TIME!!!" Chris called. "Let's see...I give it a 4.5 rating."
Leshawna smiled.
"Justin." Chris said. "Pretty boy. You could be going home tonight. How does that make you feel beign a narcissist during the challenge?"
"Nah," Justin said. "My facialist said not to use emotions too much. It causes creases and crow's feet."
"Uh...ok, then." Chris looked at him strangely. "Anyway, next we have Heather and Harold with Lindsay, Station two. And.....GO!!!"
Heather and Harold took off towards the seats first. Heather flipped over most of the seats, and Harold struggled to move the light-weight pedestal.
Lindsay didn't know what to do. She just watched Heather and Harold dart around, attemping to speak to them when they ran past her.
"Yo, string cheese!" Heather yelled at him. "Try actually destroying somethign that you can do!"
"If I wanted to, I could make my being as strong as a professional wrestler." Harold argued.
"Oh, ok!" Heather went over to the walls and tore down posters, hooks and plastic clothing cases. "How about you consult Duncan, then?!"
Harold and Lindsay looked at Heather, scared, and went over to the piano to turn it over, but to no prevail.
"Not helping!" Heather yelled.
"Um...Henna?!?" Lindsay called.
"TIME!!!" Chris called.
Heather stopped and panted for air. Harold just stood at the piano with a confused Lindsay.
"Let's see..." Chris said, observing their work. "3.8!"
Heather growled and chased after a screaming Harold.
"Um, Chris!" Lindsay said. "My hair has strands out of place! Can I go back to the trailer to fix it?!"
"Uh...sure." Chris shrugged, not sure whether to say yes or no. "Anyway, next we have Duncan and Courtney with Gwen, Station 3."
"WHAT?!?!?" Duncan and Coutrney both said in disbeleif.
"Why do we have Gwen?!?!?!" Courtney yelled.
"Because I said." Chris smirked.
"GRRR!" Courtney threatened to hit him, but Duncan held her back.
"Hey, easy, Godzilla!" He said. Courtney struggled to get out of his grasp, but gave up when his hold on her tightened.
"Are we ready?" Gwen asked, getting impatient.
Chris shrugged. "If they're not, I am. And......GO!"
Gwen took off first like defense. Courtney ran around her and swung her leg on the ground, tripping Gwen.
Duncan was throwing posters, popped balloons, chairs, hooks, draped, even parts of the glass on windows. Then he screamed like Tarzan as he swung on a high loose drape. Courtney looked at him and laughed. She looked back at a dizzy Gwen at the bottom of the stairs. Although her heels were killing her, she wasn't about to lose again.
Courtney leaped-and jumped on the piano, knocking it over. Without getting up, she flipped backwards-and kicked over the pedestal, landing perfectly. (I dunno why, but here she reminds me of TaiLee from Avatar, or however you spell her name ;P)
Duncan landed on the heavy metal table, breaking it in half. He flipped backwards, and landed perfectly a few yards in front of Courtney.
"TIME!" Chris called.
Duncan's tux was torn, the long sleeves were torn halfway off, his hair was spiked up from being gelled down before. Courtney's long blue gown was torn down to being short, her one of her long gloves had come off and the other was starting to tear. Her hair, once in a peaceful extended French corn-roll bun, had been let loose in a long braid (she had hair extensions).
"Hmm..." Chris said, observing the completely trashed station. "On a scale of one to ten, I give it sixteen!"
Courtney smiled widely and jumped into Duncan's arms.
"WE WON!!" they repeated together.
"Eliminations will be held tomorrow at 2." Chris said, and everybody looked at the clock, which said 9:12.
Courtney held her stomach. Her stomach rumbled liek crazy. "Can we eat now?" She asked.
"Dinner is served!" Chris said, uncovering platters of wedding cake, pizzas, roast chicken and turkey, stuffing, and mashed potatoes.
Everybody cheered and sat down to eat.
Courtney sat next to Duncan, because she wouldn't've sat next to anyone else. But somehow, strangely, she couldn't help but feel her neck throbbing. She touched her neck, and it felt cold as ice.(srry, had to put that in- Bridgette's Dirty Little Secret part 1 and 2! but it has nothing to do with the rest of the story.)