Lady Celes Crusader

Happy birthday Tzimfemme! You give a lot of wise cracking thoughts here and I do appreciate it a lot.

(OOC: Sorry for not replying earlier) Stacy takes Brianna's gift. - Thanks. I'm sure it'll make a nice souvenir for my son. NY is a fun city to be in, and you're right about it: there's so many people over there. After Brianna heads nearby Zak, Johnny approaches her and talks to her about the lizards. Then, both decided to still rummaging their lists and have found the majority of the items. After they went on their sepperate ways, Stacy was still looking for a pinecone, until she went back at her camp, when she found one nestled on her bag. - Now, that's luck!

Stacy raises an eyebrow as she checks on her list, she wondered how they'll find a pinecone on such tropical island and the list gets funnier. - Oh geez, we have to find guano! Jack looks up at Stacy - Guano? What's guano? - From what I've heard, it's bird crap. Although that wont be hard to find, it's somehow disgusting. Stacy decides to take a stroll on the beach, looking for items that can be easily found there.

Stacy found branches that'll be the structure of her shelter and plenty of lians that will help her tying them together. She places them around a flat rock that she surveyed earlier in case something was lurking underneath it. She them pick up several palmtree leafy branches and build up a roof over her triangular shaped shelter. She puts several layers of leafing in order to assure a maximal leakproofing as possible. Then, she procedes with the shelter's interior and searchs for items in her bag. She pulls out a one person inflatable mattress that she uses when she was camping while she was a teenager. It was one of the rare school activities that her parents were able to afford her and that beaten mattress wasn't much but it'll do. She also pull out a cotton blanket and keeps it folded on the mattress, she then closes her bag and places it on her mattress. Stacy heads back outside and notices that Pansy was building her shelter nearby. While Stacy started to grab lians and tie them together into a makeshift door, she commented at Pansy. - Well, with that crazy rich bitch, it's going to be one heck of a journey.

Stacy sighs in disbelief; the one who would have been most likely helpful was already eliminated, she looks at the remaining contestants while grabbing her luggage. - I don't know about you guys, but I think we better hurry up building ourself a shelter. The afro-american is already searching for a spot that would have been suitable for a shelter, preferrably as away from the beach as possible, while gathering anything that might be useful for building a shelter.

It was now Stacy Chaplin's turn to weight her luggage. She was surprised that she managed to have it underneath the bar by 20 pounds. But she thought of herself that perhaps it wasn't all that hard: she was still very thin even thought she did lived through one pregnancy and she's having a petite built. Since she's also poor, she didn't have much to pack besides job's uniform. After the weight in, Stacy surveys the other contestants. From what she notices, she was the only one who represents the black community. She notices that Pansy might be among the most decent one in the bunch. However, that Jessica was more of a pathetic drama-queen than any serious contestant.

Happy Birthday! Always keep a young heart.

One faithful morning, Jack Chaplin runs around the appartment frantically yelling. - Mommy! Mommy! You've got the letter from the TV!!! As soon as Stacy extend her hand toward her son, the boy playfully gives the letter to his mother. - Come on, Mommy! Open it! I wanna see it! - Relax Jack! I'm on it! Let's see if Mommy is going over that island. As soon as she feels the envelope, she soon realize that there's something else with the letter. When she finally open it, she saw the plane tickets and she starts to read the letter. - Jack, help me to pack my luggages. - You're going? - Yes sweetie, I'm going. - Awesome! The little boy keeps running around the appartment screaming his joy for a while, meanwhile Stacy is already scrambling into packing her lugguage while keeping in mind the very nature of the reality she's now a part of.

Stacy just arrived at the show were a bored clerk asked her to fill out the form. She sats down and tooked the time to read the tiny sentences thrown together in a piece of paper. - Geez! It's as complicated than my used-carsaleman's contract! The New-Yorker carefully fills it and signs it before giving it back to the clerk. The tired woman quickly reads it and gives Stacy her tag, which is number 1698. - Please head this way. - Thanks. The ebony-skinned woman heads for the corridor where everyone is waiting in line, patiently.

Congrats for Mynx! You're feline touch will be appreciated in the Troubadour ranks. Very well deserved. :woot:

To be Cambronned- To be the object of an embarassing situation caused by said feline. Example: Wyvern followed Cambronne in the Café's kitchen, only to get smack by its staff as they mistook the almost dragon for a thief. Wyvern had been Cambronned. To be Carboned- See To be Cambronned

More birthday parties! Happy birthday for the both of you.

*Dances with excitement while chanting.* - Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations!

Happy birthday Elwen! :wizzie:

PM alliances? Interesting. I'll come up with a concept soon enough. Here's the character: Stacy Chaplin: She's a 25 years-old Afro-American New-Yorker that had to face challenges in her everyday basis. She's the mother of a 7 years-old boy and shes raises him with the help of her sisters in an appartment in Queen's. While she manages to make a barely decent salary with two jobs, the money she could earn in the show could help her family a great deal as she could start a restaurant franchise. She's used to live in a though world and she's not afraid of any challenges that the show will put for her intent.

Because Peredhil is respectuous and he's always positive and encouraging.

*rofl* Tiff had ben the victim of the most harmless kill ever. Congrats wolves!

Tiffany thinks about what Meredith just said. Earlier, Meredith said that it was Ricky and she was right. So, following that err... "logic", she must be probably right. - Well, I think that Sue is the mean one! Meredith pats Tiffany. - Don't try too hard, you'll have a headache. - I never had a headache before. What it feels like? (OOC: A vote against Sue/Ayshela.)

Happy Birthday to both of you.

Tiffany was outside the hospital along with Meredith and Duke. They all just heard Ashlee's father telling them about his daughter. Tiffany was saddened with the news although she was somewhat relieved that Ricky had been one of the suspects. However, there's always something that Tiff didn't understand at all. - Mer, why Ashlee is at the hospital? I thought that Ricky was the mean guy. Meredith sighs but decides that keeping the dodo-brained cheerleader in the dark is a bad idea. - That's because there's another bad guy that helped Ricky doing his bad deeds. - Really? That is so MEAN!!!! - Not mean, REALLY mean. Meredith decides to play with Tiffany again - Do you have any idea? Who is that mean? (OOC: I want to let the others posting first before voting.)

Tiffany was upset with all the commotion, however, she heard rumors that Ton had access to security tapes and saw what happened. Meredith was nearby and Tiff thought to see her until she saw Mere shouting. - Damn Ricky! Meredith leaves the place but Tiff, in her attempts of thinking, believes that Meredith might be right. (OOC: A vote against Ricky/Cryptomancer)

Tiffany is practicing her cheerleader movements, however, it's still obvious that she is upset. After ten minutes of practice, Tiff throws it away and resumes her obnoxious crying. - NOT FAIR!!! Meredith was nearby and sighs at the pathetic behavior displayed by Tiff. However, she decides to humor her and tries to coaxe her into thinking of a suspect. - So Tiff. Between two Niagara size tear falls, did you think about who did it? Tiff stops crying and stares at Meredith with a tearful blank stare. - I didn't... - Why? I'm sure you might have some ideas. You do have an idea... Well, did you ever had ideas? This time, Tiffany was in a ranty mood. - My cavalier is at the hospital, I have a hard time to understand what happened at yesterday's eppy of Royalty, I still don't know if I have to wear a light blue ribbon or a dark blue ribbon with my prom outfit and you ask me to THINK? Meredith was caught offguard by this outburst but rolled her eyes as soon as she realized how dumb Tiff could ever be. - I know it's a lot for your spray abused brain, but I think you should give a try. - Then... can you think about this for me? It'll be easier for me then. Meredith slaps her forehead and sighs. - You're hopeless Tiff...

*Hugs Mira* Happy Birthday. :wizzie:

Happy Birthday to both of you.

Congrats to all.