Thread: The Camp

{Yokina}

"'The public'? Excuse me?" Yokina said. "Just what do you mean, 'The public'?" She asked.

~Mitzi~

"Okay," she repeated to herself. "Girls to the left, boys to the left. No, must've been boys to the left, girls to the right. Yeah, I think it was that. Oh, who am I kidding? All of the boys either died or found a way off of this island..." she sighed before turning left.

"Public?" she asked after hearing Yokina's question. "What public? And where's your banana?"

**Luna**

She could not believe it. The Public?! Oh well, it can't be helped. Who knows, maybe there would be an awesome prize if she wins.

"Well," Luna stated to no one in particular, "The public decides who gets lucky and goes home or who has to suffer some more. Lovely." She packed her luggage and walked into the female barracks.

{Yokina}

Yokina sighed. She pulled on her backpack and made her way to the girl's barracks. "So... Why exactly are we here? I was under the impression that this was a camp, not a prison. And now it's a game show? And what exactly happens if we get kicked off?" She asked as she walked.

**Luna**

Luna looks at Yokina and shrugs.

"I wish I knew what would happen," Luna replied, "I guess this is supposed to be a reality show? What gives?"

~Mitzi~

"Oh, I'm sure they get great reviews," Mitzi said sarcastically. "I mean, what is it even called? 'Torturing Your Children'? The Tale of the Lost Banana? Dialga-man Prancing Around? I mean, what kind of people would actually watch this?" Mitzi tubes to look at an imaginary camera. "Hey, if you're watching this, you lack both a soul and a life. Oh, and we wouldn't mind if you voted all of us off the island. We can still hope..."

"HEHEHE, YOU'RE JUST GETTING US BETTER RATINGS!" Spits the shouty-Dialga man. You eventually arrive in a clearing, with two ladders, one to the left, and one to the right. They are both made out of fresh bamboo and are spaced at about a 10 meter apart. Just beyond them is a table, covered in steamy hot food, roasted Faerrow, stuffed Miltank and hudreads of other mouth-watering dishes. And behid the table is a woman of about 20, smiling through a sweat. She obviously cooked the meal, and is fairly attractive. When you peer up the ladder you see two tree-houses, nestled in the old Oaks. "GRUBS UP!"

**Luna**

"Better ratings?" Luna questioned, "Seriously? We should get paid for this..." mumbling the last part.

She had glanced at the dinner hall. Roasted Fearow, Stuffed Milktank?? How absurd. She then looked at the other dishes. Looking at some rice balls, she picks up a few and begins to slowly eat them.

~Mitzi~

"You do realize that if anyone found out who you are and where this island is, you'll have to kiss your hopes for a second season goodbye?" Mitzi quipped unhelpfully. She glanced at the table. That was some nasty stuff there. Not a single banana or muffin either...

{Yokina}

"What, no Magikarp?" Yokina said. "Oh well. I prefer not to eat pokemon anyway. I import food from the nonextistant world outside of Pokemon"

**Luna**

"I agree," Luna laughed, "I don't eat Pokemon. They are friends, not food." she then overhears Mitzi. "Oh, I would say so. I would love to kiss this island goodbye."

Ooc: on the table, there is any food you want

~Mitzi~

Mitzi noticed the muffins. They looked delicious, but she was uneasy. Could be a trap. The muffins could be drugged or something. She wouldn't put it past Dialga-man to drug the remaining group and then do something equally cruel and nonsensical.

"Yeah..." Mitzi drawled. "I think I'll pass."

{Yokina}

Yokina, ignoring the food on the table, began snacking on yet another banana. "What channel is this 'show' on anyway? The Deranged Lunatic Channel?" She asked sarcastically.

~Mitzi~

"Nah, it's probably on Disney Chanel or something," Mitzi said, shuddering. Oh, God. If someone even said "Hannah Montana", she was sure she would puke. "Because this is totally child-friendly and all."

She looked up at Yokina. "Hey, can I have a banana?" she asked.

((OOC: IMA BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL))