Days of Our Lives Survivor

Monday, June 25, 2001

Day 28 on Survivor Island

Susan Banks // Certified and approved by the NRA, DMC, and Blockbuster Video

[Susan wonders aimlessly, the ragged Lisa Marie tucked to her blue suede bikini]

Now where is that dang silly girl Belle? She ain't touched mah purdy purdy bi-ki-ni! What a mean mean girl Dr. Marlena's got herself. But then, Dr. Evans ain't been actin' normal-like lately niether. No sir. The other day I dun saw her and Officer Roman going into one of them tents and they be makin lots of noise and stuff. Then when I was askin' her 'bout it, she dun said that he was just fixin her plumbing... but then later I got to thinkin', we ain't gots no plumbing on here. Unless they be lying to me all this time. That's not very nice, Bob Bobs. No it ain't.

[A slight rustling in the bushes and a faint trace of various voices in the distance quickly catches her attention, forcing her short attention span to abandon it's nonsensical ramblings. She lightly pads her way in the direction of the foreign noises, her steps cautious yet ever curious. A small furry brown paw comes into view followed by it's equally furry body. And alas, the creature is not alone, as he has brought on his heels a merry James Reilly. His eyes widen to their full capacity as he takes in her tacky dressing.]

JR: Susan! Just who I was looking for! My good friend here and myself were about to partake on a lovely fishing adventure. Care to join us?

Silly. You know animals can't fish. Besides, you aint's said nuthin 'bout mah outfit. You dun inspire me James. Yes you do. I wouldn't be nuts for the king if it wasn't for your smartness. You're the smartest man alive!

JR: I know, I know. Aren't I the best? So uh, Susan, how 'bout that fishin?

Well, I don't fish too good, and you have that there animal with yah. The big boss man dun told me I wasn't allowed to be around cute little animals or electric kitchen stuff.

JR: Susan please. Do you realize who you're speaking to? The almighty James Reilly. I OWN you! ALL of you, bitches! Now grab hold of Lisa Marie, we're going fishing!

[Together, Susan, James and the furry Timothy trek to the beach and come upon a small boat. Timothy scurries aboard and James follows, suspiciously taking up more space than he should. He turns to Susan and feigns shock.]

JR: Oh dear, Looks like there isn't any room. Looks like you're going to have to sit on daddy's lap eh? [He pats his knee and grins] Heh heh heh.

Hmm.. well maybe if you moved over just a teensy *little* bit there...

JR: NO! There's no room! Besides, if you sit on my lap, it'll be good for my rod.. heh heh heh.

Well... if it'll help us catch us some big ol fishes then alright... but don't mess with the suede! I dun worked for this perfection. Ain't gotta go messin with it. You hear?

[As she settles herself in the small boat, she turns to the smelly animal and has to do a double take. Did he just wink at her??]

confessed by Susan Banks at 2:23 AM

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Grace *Confessional* - Tribe - hey, we don't have a name yet!

[The camera catches Grace as she emerges from Roman's tent, looking quite sated. She pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke lazily into the cool morning air. She wanders over to the crate and rummages through it. With a wicked grin, she pulls out a pair of Smith and Wesson handcuffs and stuffs them into the pocket of her sand-coloured capri's before she spies Bob. ]

Bob, be a doll and fetch me a coffee, will you? [She saunters over to where Bob stands, shaded by the trees, flicking the ash from her cigarette as she does so. Bob hands her a coffee without so much as a word. This whole island thing is getting too f**king weird and Marlena is totally freaking him out. He's decided the best course of action is just to shut up and do his job until he can get the hell out of Dodge and away from these weirdos with their tiaras and talking squirrels. Grace takes a good mouthful of the coffee and widens her eyes.] Mmmm, I needed that. [The cigarette smoke drifts in Bob's direction as she stretches her tired muscles.]

Bob: [Unable to help himself.] What's with the fling with Roman?

[Shrugs as she draws on the cigarette.] He's cute but he's kinda dumb. Reminds me of a Labrador with those big brown eyes. [She chuckles as she stabs the butt of the cigarette against the rock and takes another mouthful of her coffee.] Lots of brawn and not too many brains. Just the way I like my men. [She lifts one eyebrow.] Well, some of them anyway.

Bob: Uh, if you don't mind me asking, how are things with Laura?

[Her expression briefly becomes unreadable and then she smiles sweetly.] Laura takes things far too seriously. She needs to learn to loosen up. I'm only trying to help, you know.

Bob: I don't think she sees it that way.

[Shrugs.] Well, that's her problem, isn't it? I have better things to worry about than Laura's insecurities.