(2015, Canada, ? Island)The camera turns on, but is shaking due to the camera man's shaking hands. One look from the man in front of the camera, and the camera stays still.
The man in front of the camera is certainly someone that can silence with a glare. Because you see, this man is a reality show host. But that's not all he is, this man is also a sadist in every sense of the word, a person willing to do anything to get his show successful.
His name is not Chris Mclean.
The man did not any charm, or any beaming white smile. He has dark brown eyes, with a purple jacket on, under a grey overcoat. He has blue jeans, and business shoes.
What is alarming is the glare he has.
He stares silently at the camera for a while, before the cameraman nervously blurts something out.
"Wasn't-Wasn't Chris supposed to be hosting this season?"
The man continues staring for a second, making the poor young intern quiver in fear. Finally, he snaps his fingers; in a silent atmosphere, the snap is loud.
"Ah, I see you are disappointed. Would you like me to act as him for the day? Perhaps throw you in a pool of firebreathing sharks, or something like that?"
The cameraman got even paler. "No-no! I'm fine!"
He rolled his eyes. "Well then, I'm sure you'll be glad to now Chris has been...taken care of."
"Oh, okay..wait, wha?"
The man cut him off, and turned.
"My name is Dean. This is an island. I am hosting this season, known as Total Insanity Island. 12 contestants. That is all."
He then stopped talking, and started to walk off.
Another staff person spoke up in shock:
"That was it? Your whole intro?"
Dean then turned to face him.
"Unlike Mclean, I do not need to hear myself blabber on and on constantly. Introductions are...unnecessary.
Dean then walked off, leaving a quiet crew behind him.
(Men's Boat)This boat contained 6 passangers , all men, all under the age of 18. All awaiting the island.
One of the boys was standing at the front of the boat, staring at the water. The boy was of average height, but what stood about him was his outfit., as he was dressed as a pirate straight out of a Johnny Depp movie, with the hat, the clothes, and all.
"Arrgh, I see there will be a plenty of things to steal on this island...perfect...and maybe even some booty to go along with it."
"So, you're supposed to be some pirate?"
The pirate turned around, to find a boy who could be no older than 12 sitting on a chair looking at him, with a bored smirk on his face.
"I am not some pirate, lad, I am James, the most ruthless pirate of the seas!"
The boy nodded his head condescendingly. "Really? Because you strike me as faker than Johnny Depp pretending to be a pirate while in blackface. You DO you know that pirates did not dress like that, correct?"
James's head snapped back. "Do not condescend me, you insolent little! If you say one more thing, I'll hang you by a rope, matey!"
The boy laughed mockingly.
James looked even more outraged. "Are you even old enough for this show? And what your name be, anyhow?"
"I am Nathan, and I'm a child prodigy, which is how I got on the show, obviously. Now, I'd like to continue talking to you, but I need to meet more of my intellectual inferiors. Bye-bye!"
James gritted his teeth.
Meanwhile, inside the boat, three other boys were lounging.
Actually, two of the boys were lounging. The other was meditating.
The two boys looked at each other for a while, before one of them spoke up, an asian boy with a regular t-shirt and jeans.
"I hate to be rude, but what are you doing?"
The meditating boy, who was somewhat overweight, had brown skin and wearing a blue coat, opened one eye and looked at him.
"Why, I'm forming a connection with the spirits, of course."
The third boy, looking european and wearing an official-looking uniform, scoffed loudly.
"Great, a crazy. Here's a tip from Dimitri, kid: avoid mr. spirit over there if you want to stay sane."
The asian boy looked annoyed by Dimitri, and said, "Look, my name is Wilson, and you don't have to be so rude."
Dimitri scoffed. "Okay then, Wilson, let me explain it to you like this: I don't believe in spirits. Do you believe in spirits?"
Wilson looked confused. "No, I guess I don't, but I don't see what-"
Dimitri interrupted him. "Good, that means we agree, which also means that you agree with me being rude, because we agree about spirits."
"That doesn't make any sense!" Wilson stated.
The meditating boy nodded. "Yes, your logic is quite flawed, one known as Dimitri."
Dimitri rolled his eyes. "Says the one talking to spirits. The only spirits I only know is the spirit of power!"
Wilson raised an eyebrow, while the meditating one simply nodded sagely.
"I will continue my meditations. By the way, my name is Ira."
He then closed his eyes and was lost to the world once more.
On the back of the boat, an African-American boy was staring, thinking deeply.
The boy, who's name was Aaron, suddenly was interrupted from his thoughts by a wave hitting him in the face.
"Ugh...screw this." Aaron muttered, before walking inside along with everyone else.
Confessional:
James: Okay, I'm going to quit the accent for now. I may not be a real pirate, but I've always admired them. Idiots I've seen on shows like this ruin them, turn them into nice figures like Barney the Dinosaur! No! Pirates are ruthless, feared thieves, and that's what I will be!
Nathan: I'm smarter than you. That's not me boasting, that's a verifiable fact. And I'm also smarter than everyone else here. That's what's going to get me to win.
Wilson: Man, I knew I would have to meet different people on this show, but that Dimitri guy is a huge jerk! And Ira...spirits? Really?
Dimitri: Power...that's the only spirit for me, despite what Ira says. Democracy is a sham, after all, the only way to accomplish something in the world is to have one absolute leader. And in this game, that's going to be me!
Ira: Call me crazy if you want, but I have always been fascinated by what exists, but we cannot see. Gods, Spirits, Magic-whatever you want to call it, I believe they...keep the world in balance and harmony.
Aaron: I'll admit it: I don't like people, not at all. I'll try to play social out here, but don't expect any big transformation
(Women's boat)Unlike the men's boat, which had a small inside and wide open space, this boat has a big hub in the middle where all six were lounging.
None of them were very talkative, until finally, one blonde girl in a tank top and short shorts burst out blabbering.
"Why are we so quiet! Can you, like, believe we're here? It's going to be totes fetch!"
The girl next to her, who had short brown hair and a pink jacket with blue jeans, let out a short laugh.
"You're...not from Canada, are you?"
"Nope, my name is Katie, I'm from California, and I am pumped!"
The girl next to her laughed again.
"Well, my name's Arielle, and it is a pleasure to meet you!"
A voice from somewhere else said.
"Joy, a spunky pretty blonde and a bookworm friend. Haven't seen that one before."
Arielle raised an eyebrow. "Well, that was rude."
"And you're a cliche, so I guess we both lose."
"Like, omg, who is this hashtag loser?"
She turned to face them. She had short black hair, glasses, and a coat. "I'm Jane. Now let me read my book in peace."
"Um, you were the one who interrupted us?" Arielle pointed out.
Jane ignored them.
Then, another voice popped up. It was a girl with pink hair and stylish clothes on.
"Ah, a boring bookworm who likes to snark. Never seen that one before either."
Jane continued ignoring her.
The girl giggled. "Well, don't worry, you're not as much of a loser as Veronica, who I think ate too many twinkies."
The girl known as Veronica, who was black, overweight with short hair and a jacket, rolled her eyes.
"You've been mocking me for five minutes, fuck off."
The girl snorted. "Um, you do not tell Alice Star to fuck off. I'd tell you to do the same, but you probably wouldn't even be able to move."
Jane rolled her eyes. "Great, a teenage bully, another cliche."
Alice flipped her off.
Katie pouted. "Well, I think both of your clothes are 10 years out of style, so there!"
Melissa sighed. "Can we PLEASE just try to get along until we get to the island?"
The last girl, who was asian looking with a red jacket, giggled.
"No, I'd much prefer it if you all killed each other before getting on the island."
Everyone turned to stare at her.
"Are you, like, implying we should die! Because that is so totally rude!"
Alice nodded. "As much as I hate to agree with Miss Valley Dummy here, who do you think you are?"
The girl smirked. "I'm Melissa, to answer your question. And who do I think I am? Someone who isn't a pathetic piece of rotting FILTH like you other five!"
Everyone took a step back, while Melissa gave off a smile.
"Remember, each and every single one of you will go home by my hand."
She then walked off, but before anyone could say anything, she turned around.
"Oh, and I know you're going to talk about how *crazy* I am right after I leave. Please don't, you'll get eliminated by me either way. No use fighting the inevitable.
Confessional: Katie:
Arielle: Ugh...what have I gotten myself into?
Jane: Hi, I'm Jane, and my task in life seems to be to snark at the idiots in the world. Tough job, but someone's got to do it.
Alice: I guess you could call me a "bully", or whatever, but I'm just having some fun. People take things WAY too seriously.
Veronica: I'm surrounded by 5 bitches. But I'm not dumb, and I know how to deal with crazy.
Melissa: These girls are nothing but idiotic, pathetic modern society bimbos who only exist to waste air. I suppose I shouldn't single them out, though- all people now are like that. Except for me, of course: I am pure.
As the 2 boats arrived toward the island, most of them expected a silly little game show with a cash prize at the end.
They had no idea about the Insanity that was about to transpire.
A/N: This is just a mini-fic I wanted to try out!
And also, the teams are NOT split by gender, just the boats. Have fun reading :)