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katherine_b at 02:57pm on 18/02/2007 under pretender survivor
katherine_b at 02:57pm on 18/02/2007 under pretender survivorA whole week since the last part! Haven't you all been good and patient? *eg*
Chapter Ten – A little tribal tension
Tribes
Cakobau
Annabelle-Marie
Andrea
Hayden
Jarod
Mike
Peter
Rachael
Tiffany
Naulivou
Bob
Candy
Chris
Louise
Meredith
Michael
Richard
Sarah
Another week later and the pursuit team was once more sitting in Broots’ living room for the fourth episode of the season. The advertisements had promised shocks for this episode, but, as Broots remarked with some point, “what episode don’t they?”.
The episode began at Naulivou, with the results of the fall-out from the previous episode.
“Things have gotta be better now,” declared Candy. “Bob caused all kinds of friction in this tribe and maybe now we can settle down to put up a challenge for Cakobau.”
“God, I’m sick of Sarah,” Chris was groaning in the very next shot. “She always moaning about how she’s not sleeping and she’s hungry and there’s not enough water. If she actually did anything around the camp, she’d have the food and water she wants, and then she’d be too tired to notice that the bed’s kind of hard.”
Sydney chuckled. “Peace, perfect peace,” he said ironically.
“Just so long as they don’t throw the next immunity challenge to get rid of her,” was all that Sam vouchsafed.
Over at Cakobau, the cameras came upon a conversation between Rachael and Annabelle-Marie. “If we don’t do something, the guys will just pick us off,” remarked Rachael as they carried water back to the camp.
“So who would you vote off, if you could?” Annabelle-Marie demanded.
“Mike.” Rachael glared at the ground. “He annoys me every time he opens his mouth. He’s always trying to say how great he is, but he never does anything to prove it. He might have done all the wonderful things he tells us about every night, but that don’t mean a thing here. He’s struggled in our challenges and he doesn’t do much around camp. I don’t know why he’s still here.”
“Because there were weaker people to get rid of first,” Broots told her. “I wonder how Jarod feels about this conversation.”
“If he even knows about it,” added Miss Parker.
“Well, he would now,” Sydney told her. “But I believe Broots is right. If Jarod should hear of this conversation, it may change the way he plays the game in order to keep the support of Rachael and Annabelle-Marie.”
“The other guys certainly won’t like that idea, but it might mean they team up against the girls and vote them off instead,” suggested Sam.
Debates on the issue continued throughout the reward challenge and even the immunity challenge. Considering the amount of time that Cakobau had received on the show, they weren’t overly surprised to see Naulivou win the challenge and send their opponents to Tribal Council.
“You know what’s weird,” Miss Parker said as she finished her drink. “We’ve barely seen Jarod this episode. Or Hayden, come to that. Just the girls and then Peter and Chris deciding who they would vote off if they had control of the tribe.”
“Then they’re probably safe,” Broots replied. “Usually the person going to be voted off gets more air time, not less.”
On this consoling note, they turned to watch the Tribal Council, which had just begun. The six members of Cakobau sat down to face Jeff, who asked a general question about the reason for the failure of the tribe in both the reward and immunity challenges for that episode.
“I guess we were getting a bit complacent,” suggested Mike. “We’ve won a couple of challenges now, and maybe we needed this lesson to wake ourselves up a bit.”
“Some lesson,” Jeff scoffed. “Hayden, do you have any excuse for this when it seemed as if you were so strong only a couple of days ago?”
“We aren’t a united team,” came the prompt reply. “And we don’t communicate – I know this isn’t a game for telling secrets or anything, but we’re playing to win all of the challenges for ourselves rather than our tribe. There will be enough time for each person to play for themselves when we merge. Until then we should work out who is going to do what at each challenge so that we don’t fall over ourselves like we did today.”
“I guess Hayden knows which way the game is going,” remarked Sam.
The others nodded, but said nothing.
“What about you, Annabelle-Marie?” prompted Jeff. “Two women in a tribe of mostly men. How do you feel?”
“Well, men have their uses,” Annabelle-Marie giggled, and Rachael shot her a grin. The other men looked amused, or, in Hayden’s case, startled.
“And on that note,” Jeff said, “it’s time to vote. Rachael, you’re up first.”
Predictably, Rachael was shown voting for Mike, and Hayden’s vote for Peter with the explanation that the tribe needed Mike’s strength, but that they didn’t control the tribe as much as they had thought.
“I’ll go tally the votes,” announced Jeff. He returned a moment later with the urn and placed it on the large rock. Reaching inside, he drew out the first vote, read it and then turned it around.
“Peter.”
Peter and Mike exchanged glances.
“Mike. One vote Mike, one vote Peter.”
Miss Parker barely kept herself from snorting aloud. This count always irritated her.
“Peter. Two votes Peter, one vote Mike.”
Rachael and Annabelle-Marie glanced at one another.
Jeff looked at the next vote and then the tribe. “Mike. Two votes Peter, two votes Mike. Two votes remain.”
His next words shocked the people in Broots’ living room.
“Jarod.”
“Not again,” Sam groaned, over the top of Jeff’s ‘Mathematics for Dummies’.
“The final vote,” Jeff announced, in an atmosphere that was heavy with tension, “is for Jarod. We have a three-way tie.”
“What?!” The exclamation came from all four people in Broots’ home, even as the members of the tribe on the screen turned to one another in obvious consternation and Annabelle-Marie clung to Jarod’s hand.
“So what happens now?” Sydney demanded.
“Now,” said Jeff, as if in reply, “we will look back at previous votes cast in an attempt to break the deadlock.”
“Oh, no,” Broots groaned. “That’s it. Game over.”
“Jarod has three votes against him,” Jeff announced. “Neither Peter nor Mike have any. Jarod is therefore the fifth person voted out of Survivor: Fiji. Jarod, you need to bring me your torch.”
Mike and Peter were clearly congratulating each other, even as Jarod hugged the girls and slapped Hayden on the back. The Pretender took his flaming torch up and slid it into the hole beside where Jeff stood.
“Jarod,” Jeff told him, “the tribe has spoken.”
“I don’t believe this!” Miss Parker exclaimed, even as Jarod watched his torch extinguished and headed for the ‘walk of shame’ with only a quick “good luck” to the other members of his tribe.
“That’s the rules, I guess,” said Sam, his disappointment obvious.
“He would have won a fire-lighting challenge,” grumbled Broots, turning the TV off before Jarod’s final words or the promotional commercial for next week.
There was a moment of silence while the group looked at each other.
“So,” it was Sydney who broke the silence, “what do we do now?”
So, comments? Criticisms? Thoughts? Death threats? *veg*
Chapter Ten – A little tribal tension
Tribes
Cakobau
Annabelle-Marie
Hayden
Jarod
Mike
Peter
Rachael
Naulivou
Candy
Chris
Louise
Michael
Richard
Sarah
Another week later and the pursuit team was once more sitting in Broots’ living room for the fourth episode of the season. The advertisements had promised shocks for this episode, but, as Broots remarked with some point, “what episode don’t they?”.
The episode began at Naulivou, with the results of the fall-out from the previous episode.
“Things have gotta be better now,” declared Candy. “Bob caused all kinds of friction in this tribe and maybe now we can settle down to put up a challenge for Cakobau.”
“God, I’m sick of Sarah,” Chris was groaning in the very next shot. “She always moaning about how she’s not sleeping and she’s hungry and there’s not enough water. If she actually did anything around the camp, she’d have the food and water she wants, and then she’d be too tired to notice that the bed’s kind of hard.”
Sydney chuckled. “Peace, perfect peace,” he said ironically.
“Just so long as they don’t throw the next immunity challenge to get rid of her,” was all that Sam vouchsafed.
Over at Cakobau, the cameras came upon a conversation between Rachael and Annabelle-Marie. “If we don’t do something, the guys will just pick us off,” remarked Rachael as they carried water back to the camp.
“So who would you vote off, if you could?” Annabelle-Marie demanded.
“Mike.” Rachael glared at the ground. “He annoys me every time he opens his mouth. He’s always trying to say how great he is, but he never does anything to prove it. He might have done all the wonderful things he tells us about every night, but that don’t mean a thing here. He’s struggled in our challenges and he doesn’t do much around camp. I don’t know why he’s still here.”
“Because there were weaker people to get rid of first,” Broots told her. “I wonder how Jarod feels about this conversation.”
“If he even knows about it,” added Miss Parker.
“Well, he would now,” Sydney told her. “But I believe Broots is right. If Jarod should hear of this conversation, it may change the way he plays the game in order to keep the support of Rachael and Annabelle-Marie.”
“The other guys certainly won’t like that idea, but it might mean they team up against the girls and vote them off instead,” suggested Sam.
Debates on the issue continued throughout the reward challenge and even the immunity challenge. Considering the amount of time that Cakobau had received on the show, they weren’t overly surprised to see Naulivou win the challenge and send their opponents to Tribal Council.
“You know what’s weird,” Miss Parker said as she finished her drink. “We’ve barely seen Jarod this episode. Or Hayden, come to that. Just the girls and then Peter and Chris deciding who they would vote off if they had control of the tribe.”
“Then they’re probably safe,” Broots replied. “Usually the person going to be voted off gets more air time, not less.”
On this consoling note, they turned to watch the Tribal Council, which had just begun. The six members of Cakobau sat down to face Jeff, who asked a general question about the reason for the failure of the tribe in both the reward and immunity challenges for that episode.
“I guess we were getting a bit complacent,” suggested Mike. “We’ve won a couple of challenges now, and maybe we needed this lesson to wake ourselves up a bit.”
“Some lesson,” Jeff scoffed. “Hayden, do you have any excuse for this when it seemed as if you were so strong only a couple of days ago?”
“We aren’t a united team,” came the prompt reply. “And we don’t communicate – I know this isn’t a game for telling secrets or anything, but we’re playing to win all of the challenges for ourselves rather than our tribe. There will be enough time for each person to play for themselves when we merge. Until then we should work out who is going to do what at each challenge so that we don’t fall over ourselves like we did today.”
“I guess Hayden knows which way the game is going,” remarked Sam.
The others nodded, but said nothing.
“What about you, Annabelle-Marie?” prompted Jeff. “Two women in a tribe of mostly men. How do you feel?”
“Well, men have their uses,” Annabelle-Marie giggled, and Rachael shot her a grin. The other men looked amused, or, in Hayden’s case, startled.
“And on that note,” Jeff said, “it’s time to vote. Rachael, you’re up first.”
Predictably, Rachael was shown voting for Mike, and Hayden’s vote for Peter with the explanation that the tribe needed Mike’s strength, but that they didn’t control the tribe as much as they had thought.
“I’ll go tally the votes,” announced Jeff. He returned a moment later with the urn and placed it on the large rock. Reaching inside, he drew out the first vote, read it and then turned it around.
“Peter.”
Peter and Mike exchanged glances.
“Mike. One vote Mike, one vote Peter.”
Miss Parker barely kept herself from snorting aloud. This count always irritated her.
“Peter. Two votes Peter, one vote Mike.”
Rachael and Annabelle-Marie glanced at one another.
Jeff looked at the next vote and then the tribe. “Mike. Two votes Peter, two votes Mike. Two votes remain.”
His next words shocked the people in Broots’ living room.
“Jarod.”
“Not again,” Sam groaned, over the top of Jeff’s ‘Mathematics for Dummies’.
“The final vote,” Jeff announced, in an atmosphere that was heavy with tension, “is for Jarod. We have a three-way tie.”
“What?!” The exclamation came from all four people in Broots’ home, even as the members of the tribe on the screen turned to one another in obvious consternation and Annabelle-Marie clung to Jarod’s hand.
“So what happens now?” Sydney demanded.
“Now,” said Jeff, as if in reply, “we will look back at previous votes cast in an attempt to break the deadlock.”
“Oh, no,” Broots groaned. “That’s it. Game over.”
“Jarod has three votes against him,” Jeff announced. “Neither Peter nor Mike have any. Jarod is therefore the fifth person voted out of Survivor: Fiji. Jarod, you need to bring me your torch.”
Mike and Peter were clearly congratulating each other, even as Jarod hugged the girls and slapped Hayden on the back. The Pretender took his flaming torch up and slid it into the hole beside where Jeff stood.
“Jarod,” Jeff told him, “the tribe has spoken.”
“I don’t believe this!” Miss Parker exclaimed, even as Jarod watched his torch extinguished and headed for the ‘walk of shame’ with only a quick “good luck” to the other members of his tribe.
“That’s the rules, I guess,” said Sam, his disappointment obvious.
“He would have won a fire-lighting challenge,” grumbled Broots, turning the TV off before Jarod’s final words or the promotional commercial for next week.
There was a moment of silence while the group looked at each other.
“So,” it was Sydney who broke the silence, “what do we do now?”
So, comments? Criticisms? Thoughts? Death threats? *veg*
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