RPG ~Celebrity Survivor~

[Motfati]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Martha sat comfortably on her plane chair, ready for take-off to some random deserted island. She looked the fabrics of the chairs. [i]They could definetly use a little orange and maybe a flower or two there![/i][/size][/font]
[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]The assistant lady started rambling on about how to use the seatbelt (like everyone didn't know how) and again Martha thought: [i]That seatbelt would make a wonderful supporter for a robe hanger![/i][/size][/font]
[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]So, as all went well, pass-by, pass-by... the plane took off and they landed safely on the island. She had no idea when the other people would get here.[/size][/font]
[i][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]What a pretty coconut! That would look great as a center piece for an island based room table![/size][/font][/i]
[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Ms. Stewart?" a voice came. [/size][/font]
[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Martha looked quickly around and found a small man with an island shirt on. [/size][/font]
[i][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]I wonder what kind of fabric that's made out of. [/size][/font][/i]
[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Ms. Stewart, let me take you to your room."[/size][/font]
[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Martha followed the little man to what she thought would be a beautiful two-story at the least home complete with furniture. She came to a pile of sand. [/size][/font]
[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"What?" she managed to get out. [/size][/font]
[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"This is where your room will be," the man said. "You have to make your own stuff, get your own food, and help yourself defeat and come out on top of the other could-be champions. This is all I can tell you. The others will arrive shortly. Good luck!"[/size][/font]
[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Martha watched the little man swim dramatically out into the ocean. She blinked, for she had sand in her eye, and the next minute, where the little man was, she saw nothing but a faint reddish tinge. She shrugged. [/size][/font]
[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Setting her suitcase down, she started to construct a house out of all the things she had around her.
[/size][/font][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][i]Oh, now I can do that coconut center-piece! Hey, this palm leaf would make a wondeful kitchen rug! Oh, wow! A crab shell! Talk about good luck for a plate! Ha, ha![/i][/size][/font]

[Shinmaru]

Two airplane attendants slowed to a stop by an airplane in their car. They both got out and carried the large box that was on top of the car. The box was covered with labels, most of which said "Fragile" and "Don't drop if you don't want to hear whining". The two attendants grunted and heaved as they carried the box to the wheelie cart and wheeled the large box into the back of the airplane. As soon as the box was secure, they closed up the back of the airplane and cleared it for takeoff.

[i]A few hours later...[/i]

The box that was previously loaded into the airplane descended to the ground below. The workers on the airplane had attached a parachute to the box and shoved it out the side door of the airplane. Luckily, the parachute activated at the right time and the box made a soft landing onto the arid sands of the deserted island. Somehow, the box opened and David Duchovny, suit and all, crawled on his hands and knees across the sand.

"The...the government..." he choked in a hoarse whisper. "They captured me and took me to this island in the middle of nowhere! The truth must be known!" However, Mr. Duchovny found nobody in particular in which to share his vision of the truth with, so he figured it would be best to find some water.

"Oh, Scully...you were right...I shouldn't have meddled in the governement's affairs!" He sobbed loudly, his tears rolling off of his cheeks and splashing onto the picture of Gillian Anderson which he held most dear. David Duchovny continued to sob and wonder aloud why he had not listened to Scully, even though it had been years since he had last spoken to Gillian Anderson.

"Water!" David Duchovny spotted a ravine and began greedily lapping water into his wide-open mouth. What he didn't know was that this was all a mirage and he was really scooping sand into his open maw. The poor guy...this is gonna be a long show, eh?

[Farto the Magic]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Snoop Dogg sat in the airplane. He wanted to take his own airplane, as it had a full bar and some hoes, too. The plane slowed to a stop and he was escorted out by a man in a suit. The man showed him a couple of trees and a pile of rotten bananas and told him that this was his home for a while. Then, the man got back on the plane and left, leaving poor old Snoop to himself.

Snoop Dogg had heard of the essentials of living on an island: booze, weed, a pad, and some homies. He couldn't see any of those here and sat by one of the trees. He would die out here, on this island. They would find his skeleton and his bling and cornrows and that was it.

He remembered hearing about the other contestants, but didn't really care. Then, remembered his survival training. From what he learned watching Gilligan's Island, he needed bamboo and a lot of coconuts. Then he could make a car and a radio and a lawyer. Yeah, he would survive...[/COLOR]

[Queen Asuka]

[color=hotpink][size=1]Paris was drug out of her warm bed much too early that morning. Her hair was not perfect (but close enough...) and Tinkerbell was hiding behind her ankles, whining at the camera crew standing in front of her.

"Wha...you make house calls now?"

"No, Miss Hilton, you're going to a deserted island to be a part of Celebrity Survivor! Hurry up and grab your things and we'll be right on our way!"

The man that was talking was much too chipper for her, but she walked into her large bathroom, slammed the door shut, and didn't emerge for a few hours. When the door did finally open again, Paris stood there completely refreshed. She was wearing a short skirt with tiny pleats, a white halter top, and her long blonde hair was straightened behind her. Her face had been caked in make-up, most especially the eyeliner. She was wearing very small heels, and it was everything the man and the camera crew could do not to laugh at her.

Paris smiled seductively for the camera and gathered her things: Tinkerbell, a jumbo/economy sized bottle of tanning lotion, and a pretty new pair of heels, just in case. She walked out of the mansion, no one really seeing her go. She grabbed up her cell phone, but the man was quick to tell her otherwise. If looks could kill, he would have been dead right there. They made their way out the door where they were picked up by a large SUV. Paris stood there on the curb, slightly embarrassed.

"Could we hurry up and just get this over with?" she said as she pushed her way into the vehicle roughly. After a short ride to the nearest airport, the crew made their way into a tiny aircraft, one that looked so shoddy that Paris highly doubted it would even lift off the ground.

"We're going to a deserted island in that...?" she asked, holding Tinkerbell under her arm.

"You're used to the simple life, aren't ya missy?" the man guffawed, as did most of the camera crew. Paris just rolled her eyes and stepped aboard, ready for whatever was awaiting her on the deserted isle.

"I hope there are cute guys there," she thought, as the plane painfully lifted off.[/color][/size]

[DDG]

[font=Arial][size=1][color=gray]Sitting alone in his home, Anthony LaPaglia, or Jack Malone as was his now [i]legal[/i] name, was surprised as a cameraman barged into his home. Another man came in behind him. "Mr. LaPaglia, it's time to get to the airport so you don't miss the flight." the man stated and grabbed his hand. He glared at him. "I told you, my name is Jack Malone!" he yelled at the man.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Arial][size=1][color=#808080]The man backed off. "Ok Mr. LaPa...I mean Mr. Malone, we need to get to the airport now." he restated. Jack nodded. "Yeah, well, this better be good because if I miss any kind of missing persons investigations, I'll---" the man interupted Jack. "Mr. Malone, please, we all know you lost you acting job on Without A Trace. We also know that you lost you job as a real Police Officer. If I hear about it one more time, I'm going to really hurt someone, as in you."[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Arial][size=1][color=#808080]"Your threats don't scare me!" Jack yelled at the man. "I want information, right now! Where is the location of this desolate island that I am going to?" he demanded. The man shook his head ignored Jack's attempts to question him. "Please, Mr. Malone, gather up your possessions so we can get out of here." he ordered. Jack scurried around his home and grabbed a picture of his children, the one's from his show, Without A Trace, a gun, and his FBI Badge, like that would really help him on an island.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Arial][size=1][color=#808080]"Ok, are we ready to go now?" the man asked him. Jack nodded and followed the man out to the vehicle waiting outside. The cameraman quickly followed.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Arial][size=1][color=#808080]Once at the airport, Jack boarded a special jet, where he sat alone in a seat near the emergency exit. He looked out over the vast ocean off to the side of the plane and wondered what living on an island was going to be like.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Arial][size=1][color=#808080]A few hours later, the plane landed in the ocean, just off the shore of a small deserted island (or was it?). Jack jumped out into the water, after stuffing his few possessions into his jacket pocket. [i]Great, a perfectly fine suit ruined...maybe it was my fault, I mean, I did jump into the water...[/i]he thought to himself as he waded into shore.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Arial][size=1][color=#808080]He walked along the shore for a few moments, trying to scope out the best place to make home. He noticed an area in the shade of a few palm trees and decided that that would be a great place to stay.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Arial][size=1][color=#808080]He made his way towards the trees and sat down on the hot sand. He looked around. [i]Now how am I going to help anyone here? There's nobody around at all![/i] He then decided that maybe no one else would come. Maybe that he was the only one and he would win the million dollars right off the back. He smiled to himself at the thought. [i]Maybe then I could get another acting job and be able to help people again...[/i][/color][/size][/font]