For their first time, Olahraga stepped out of the forest, crossing into the clearing where Tribal Council was held. They each grabbed their torch, lowering it into the fire as was custom before taking squatting down atop their logs.
"Olahraga, welcome to your first Tribal Council. Anyone want to say anything before you vote?" Jeff asked.
No one spoke up. STD shook his head miserably and sighed.
Jeff blinked. "In that case, it's time to vote. MeMe, you're up first."
MeMe nodded solemnly, ascending up the stairs to the voting platform, and returning a minute or so later. Each castway followed suit, with lazarus capping the pen and taking his seat last.
Jeff retrieved the voting urn, pausing to give his obligatory instructions before reading the votes.
"The person voted out must leave the Tribal Council area immediately. I'll read the votes."
The first vote of the night was painfully obvious.
[
Save The Dragons
]
STD nodded and began to gather his belongings quietly.
[
Vraak X
]
That caught STD's attention slightly. He had heard Vraak's name tossed around, but he wasn't going to get his hopes up at this point.
Jeff pulled the next vote from the urn.
[
ZONEACE
]
Several people exchanged surprised glances. Where on earth had that vote come from?
[
Save The Dragons
]
Any hope that STD might have possessed crumbled at the sight of his second vote. He continued to pack his things.
[
Vraak X
]
Vraak nodded thoughtfully. He knew that he wasn't very close with the rest of his tribe, and that he would be receiving at least a couple of votes at this Tribal Council.
[
Vraak X
]
Olahraga began to shift their eyes away from Vraak slowly, except for STD, whose face was glowing with overjoyed surprise. Vraak smiled bitterly. His tribe had turned on him.
Realizing that all dramatic potential had been lost, an irritated Probst read off the next three votes very quickly.
[
Vraak X
]
[
Vraak X
]
"And the second person voted off of Survivor: The Solomon Islands..."
[
Vraak X
]
"Vraak, no need to read the last vote. I'll need you to bring me your torch." Jeff asked curtly.
Vraak calmly brought his torch slowly forward, not even batting an eyelid as Jeff extinguished it quickly. He turned towards his tribe one last time, and waved.
"Seeya, guys."
Vraak turned and walked down the ramp, disappearing into the darkness.
Jeff looked at the new Olahraga tribe, and at an obviously estatic STD.
"You guys have taken out your weakest link, and spared your hostage," Jeff said cryptically, glancing at each of them in turn before waving his hand dismissively. "You guys can head back to camp."
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Vraak X was voted out of the Olahraga tribe!
Congratulations to the rest of you for surviving.
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Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos.