AN: Well, here it is! The first chapter of a new story, but even with this story up and running, do not expect frequent updates at all, because, unlike my other story that is in progress, this one isn't one of my top priorities. Also, I apologize if this chapter just comes off as crappy, but when you have thirteen episodes in a regular Total Drama season, there isn't that much you can work with. Anyway, enjoy the show!
By the way, because people actually put their characters in this story, I expect to see you review every once in a while, at least.
Let the Games Begin
At first, complete darkness.
Well, for a moment, that was. It all changed in an instant when the black screen faded to that of a shot of the sun and the blue sky.
"We're back, back again!" Sang a familiar voice as the camera panned down to show the charming smile of celebrity host and Gemmie Award winner, Chris McLean. "Welcome to an all new season of Total Drama, the best reality show of ever!"
The camera zoomed back to show off the faded wooden dock that he stood on, and just far back enough so that the audience could make out the giant cliffs to their sides. At the bottom of both cliffs were massive jagged rocks. Yet still, the closer to the front of the island, the more friendly it seemed.
Or maybe this island was selected for other reasons entirely.
The host himself wore the usual garb, a teal blue shirt with that of white long sleeves poking out at from underneath it. Along with it, he wore his usual brown cargo pants for when he did usually host a show. To his side was his trusty right-hand man, Chef Hatchet, holding a silver briefcase in his hands.
"I'm Chris McLean, your hottest, wonderful, and humble host, bringing the seventh season of Total Drama right to your television! But it won't be without nothing, because today, I'm welcoming fourteen, brand spanking new competitors to battle it out for the most dangerous, death-defying, one million dollar prize yet!"
On cue, Chef opened the case to show off the neatly stacked Canadian dollar bills inside, and thankfully, hadn't blown away.
Chris had his hands raised, as if expecting someone to clap. When no applause came, he frowned and dropped his hands to his side. "They will be joining me here," the camera panned down out to show off the entire island, "a Canadian island located somewhere east of Halifax. Just far enough from the coast to keep the legal troubles off my back."
The camera cut to images of the new island, mainly the main campground and the confessional that someone had taken with them after departing from Pahkitew Island. Though, one feature stood out much more than the rest: the ground was littered with plants and flowers of the same color and shape.
"Just like usual, the aim of the game remains the same, a handful of unsuspecting teens are dropped off here to battle it out for a massive cash prize, and vote each other out at the notorious bonfire ceremony."
The scene altered once again, cutting back to Chris on the dock, who was now sucking on a juice box.
"So sit back, relax, break out the snacks, and let me welcome you to…
"Total!"
"Drama!"
"Hellebore Island!"
Once again, Chris outstretched his arms as the screen once again faded away to black, yet this time, it was for a different reason.
On the dock's surface, it came clear that Chef and Chris had had some kind of conversation off-screen, though it was obvious that it wasn't an argument.
"...What can I say, if there's no pain, no million dollar gain," Chris smirked at his co-host, "hey, that's the McLean way." Without another word, Chef took the case off-screen with an eye roll and shake of his head.
As the cook began leaving, Chris spotted the camera rolling and quickly pat down his hair, should he have a stray piece of hair misplaced. Regaining his composure a moment later, and opening his mouth to welcome the show back, he stopped at hearing a foghorn go off in the distance. "Here they come!"
The arriving boat cut through the water with almost no sound at all. Just as it reached the dock, the caucasian that it held on board jumped out onto the dock.
He was dressed in an everyday outfit, almost boring. With a shirt that was colored mostly white from the shoulders down, his sleeves, shoulders, and collarbone was colored red. To add to his everyday look was that of blue jeans and gray sneakers. In fact, the only thing about him that seemed to be different was the black headband he wore.
"Kyle," Chris greeted, "welcome to the island."
"Dude, you have no idea." The contestant spoke in that of a 'bro voice' as he approached the host from the other end of the platform.
Chris frowned. "Idea about what?"
"Just no idea, dude." Kyle smiled as he reached the host.
As Kyle reached him, Chris seemed to notice that he wasn't holding any luggage, rather he came completely empty-handed. "Where's your stuff?" He asked. "You're gonna be here for about a month."
"This is all I need," Kyle started, bending his knee as he moved his hand to his pants, as if showing them off, "Leather." He moved his hand towards his shirt with the same motion, "Leather."
Chris closed his eyes and began to massage his temples as Kyle continued on.
"This is the one with the weird name, right?" Kyle asked as he looked around.
Chris gave Kyle a strange look. "You mean the island? Hellebore?" He asked, and while he did have a good idea of what some of the contestants would react when they did arrive, Kyle seemed like another story altogether.
Getting into a stance, Kyle shot Chris finger guns as he began speaking in a rhyming fashion. "Hellebore, Hellebore, come and chase me you four!" Then, without another word, he was off to the other end of the dock and leaving the host of the show completely confused and sighing at the camera.
"This is gonna be a long season."
Confessional: The Ignoramus
Kyle: Okay, let's all be honest with ourselves here. *He curled his fingers into the 'okay' symbol* I am gonna win here because I am the smartest person here, and a Viking gladiator.
Luckily, the next boat had arrived rather soon after Kyle's did, the only reason Chris had even bothered taking to look was when the foghorn went off again, as if signaling that they were arriving.
Once the boat arrived at the dock, only a few inches away from the wooden platform, then could the next competitor be seen as he lowered himself onto the wooden base.
The new boy has little to no muscle on him, and it only seems to match with his red hair, that only reached past the ears. His clothes almost looked to be too big for his thin body, and they only further matched with his hair.
Despite the look of all red, the boy's brown eyes shifted from both Chris, and the contestant behind him.
"Am I seriously the second one to arrive?" He asked as he pulled his suitcase from off the boat behind him.
Again, Chris smirked at the newest of his fourteen victims-er, contestants.
"That you are, Kameron-"
"You aren't going to confiscate my stuff, are you?" The boy now named Kameron cut in, almost unintentionally so as he lifted his suitcase, which sounded more so like pieces of metal scraping against one another rather than clothing.
"You brought your weapons with you?" Chris asked in disbelief as Kameron delicately placed his case back on the dock.
"I'm not going to hurt anyone!" Kameron shot at Chris, as if expecting him to confiscate them, which in his mind, would be for no reason at all. "Wherever I go, they go!"
At that, Chris couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Yeah, I figured." His eyes ended on Kyle, who had begun to look bored already. "Why don't you make yourself known to the other contestants." The host offered, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at Kyle.
With one quick glance, Kameron shrugged and walked off, leaving Chris to his own devices. Almost as soon as he did reach Kyle, he felt an air to him that he wasn't entirely able to pinpoint.
"Yo, my guy," Kyle started once Kameron reached him, "I heard you like weapons, you should come talk to me later, I study dark magic in the dark mugician."
Kameron raised an eyebrow at his fellow competitor. "You mean magician?" He asked, to which Kyle extended his arms in an almost offended manner.
"Isn't that what I said?"
Without another word, Kameron turned away, placing his suitcase at his side as he uncomfortably shifted his glance towards Kyle every other second.
Confessional: The Weapons Aficionado
Kameron: *He is holding an unsheathed sword in his hand and polishing it* This is already going to be annoying. Mixed with all those physical challenges that I know we'll have, I can only hope that Kyle isn't on my team. *He looks from his sword to the camera* Hey, did you know that during World War 1, the shovel killed more people than the bayonet, and maybe even the sword. In fact, why don't we pronounce the 'w' in sword? I mean, we used to, but no one really knows why.
Before Kameron could make a snarky remark about his weapons towards Kyle, the sound of another horn startled them, tearing both of their attention off of each other, and to the newly arriving contestant.
Like the previous two, the next contestant to step onto the dock surface was another male, his skin bleached a tannish color from his time in the sun. He wore a tan pith hat over his sandy hair, and a similar in color fishing vest over an olive-colored shirt. Like Kameron, he was wearing shorts, though they had the appearance of something entirely different, instead colored blue similarly to Kyle's jeans.
However, the most notable of his features was a scar on his right cheek, something that Chris seemed to take notice of.
"Yo! Gath, how's it hanging!" The Host with the Most greeted as the boy stepped over, holding a suitcase in his hands as he did so.
"Hi!" Gath waved as he stepped over. "Uh, what's your name again?" He whispered to himself, tapping his chin in thought. "The host of the thing…" He spoke the last part out loud, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to remember.
After a moment, Chris gave Gath a flat look and filled in the blanks for him. "Chris McLean. I'm the host of the show." He told him, as if explaining to a child.
Gath snapped his fingers in remembrance. "Oh yeah!" He smiled. "I forgot I even signed up for Total Drama! Why is it even called 'drama', anyway? Isn't it just another way of saying 'trouble'? Where did it even originate from?"
Before Gath could get any further into his thoughts, he was interrupted by Chris, who placed a hand on his shoulder, if only to move him along.
Confessional: The Scatterbrained Collector
Gath: People often tell me that I jump from one topic to another, but I don't really see how. Like, one time my math teacher told me that I couldn't write in red, and I asked why I couldn't, but she didn't give me an answer why. I still don't get why. Like, is red supposed to be a harmful color or offensive or something? Anyway, what was I talking about?
"Hey, guys." Gath addressed Kyle and Kameron, both of them standing some three feet apart from each other. While it didn't seem like much, considering the dock size, they wouldn't have been able to go much further either way.
"I'm Gatherer, but you can call me Gath." The newest arrival spoke to them, and failed to notice the awkward looks that were exchanged.
"Yeah, we know." Kameron was the first to speak, cocking his head in Chris's direction. "Kameron."
"Kameron?" Gath repeated, scratching the back of his head. "Like Cameron from season four? I never really did understand how he got so far, I thought he should've been an early out, but I can't say I'm not glad he made it as far as he did."
Kameron blinked, opening his mouth to say something, he was cut off before he could by the host of the show.
"Hey! Host talking here, we're on a strict schedule and still have eleven more of you to introduce." With that, Chris spun himself around to face the new coming boat, the first of seven female contestants hopped off.
She was a bit of a pale girl, wearing a white sweater and white skirt with a minimum of four black stripes running along. Her brown hair seemed to be thick and wavy, her green eyes almost rivaling her bright brown hair.
"Penelope, welcome to the show!" Chris welcomed as the girl looked around, her eyes scanning the island. Finally, they stopped on Chris as she adopted that of a flirtatious smile.
"Thank you for having me." She made way down the dock, and swinging her hips left to right. To her chagrin, she had no effect on any of the boys that stood on the dock.
"Hello?" She asked, snapping her fingers to make sure that they could all see her. Again, no one really paid her any mind as she let out a pathetic sigh. "Us nice girls never get a chance."
Confessional: The 'Nice Girl'
Penelope: It really is just so annoying. These guys always pick the 'bad girls' over us, and it really is just getting to be obnoxious. From here on in, I am going to prove that us nice girls can be more than just a background image, it is time we start to get the attention we deserve!
Clearing her throat, Penelope hoped to get a better reaction from the three boys that had already arrived. Placing her hand on her hip, and raising her hand to wave, she said in the most attractive voice she could muster, "Hi, boys."
"Hi." Gath waved, though completely unaffected by Penelope's small advances.
Finally, she gave up and walked over, spinning herself around to face any of the other contestants that were on their way, and placed her hand on her hip once again.
Chris eyed the four contestants carefully before looking away. "Well that was fast. Anyway, looks like we have our next competitor!" He announced just as the next boat rolled up to the dock.
All but hopping down onto the wooden platform, the cast allowed themselves a good look at the next person to show up. His eyes were as blue as the sky, and his pale skin only complimented them that much more. At a quick glance, it appears his blond hair has been nicely combed and well done, but they wouldn't truly know from the hat that he wore.
As for his clothing, he almost had the appearance of an archaeologist or a rich snob from the late eighteen hundreds. His brown canvas pants had been held up over a white undershirt by black suspenders, of course, rarely anyone should be able to see it, because he wore a beautiful red crimson work shirt and a black fancy vest with a brand pocket watch. What complimented his features even further was the wire-thin brass glasses that sat upon his nose, and a green wide-brimmed slouch hat at the top of his head.
Overall, he looked very out of place somewhere like this, and especially on Total Drama.
"Welcome to Hellebore Island, Edward." Chris welcomed as the newest contestant made his way down the dock, keeping his head low.
As the distance between the two of them closed, the contestant named Edward tilted his head back up and flicked the top of his hat with his index finger.
"'Tis a pleasure." He spoke with a bit of a Southern drawl, and though he noticed Kameron and Gath look a bit awkwardly towards each other, he paid them no mind.
"What's with the outfit?" Chris asked, letting his eyes wander over Edward's clothing once he introduced himself. Unfortunately, he was never really the one to see the audition tapes. The producers do. He's just meant to be the host of the show, yet he does get a bit of a say in who does make it on to the island.
"These threads are meant to be those of a gentleman, for I style myself after the knights of old, and the gentleman of nearer years." Edward explained, his eyes wandering to his competition. "I must wish y'all the best of luck, and I look forward to competing with all of yall."
Confessional: The Country Gentleman
Edward: *He tips his hat at the camera* Greetings ladies and gents of the viewing world, I am Edward Beckett and I make sure that those giving me the strange looks have me all wrong. A gentleman alwayshave a code of honor, and everything you heard from me out there wasthe simple truth.
"My, my, my!" Penelope smiled flirtatiously and a blush growing on her cheeks. She couldn't help but find Edward attractive, and especially from how fit he appeared to be.
Just before Edward could get a word in towards Penelope, the sound of another foghorn stopped him, and the next boat arrived.
Another girl unloaded from the small yacht, and looked much more different from the only other girl that had been on the island. Her skin was a slight olive color, and her long brown hair hanging down past her neck with side swept bangs. She wore a black tank top and shorts, along with a multicolored scarf wrapped around her neck, and wearing headphone over her ears, with the music cranked up.
"Welcome to the game, Alma." Chris, for the first time holding his hand out. To his annoyance, the new girl didn't take it, and was instead singing to herself in Spanish.
With an irritated look plastered across his face, Chris pulled out a megaphone and let it rise to his mouth. "Welcome to the game, Alma!" He shouted, which only magnified through the device.
Alma took an unintentional step back as the wind from the megaphone forced her headphones off and into the water.
Letting out a curse in Spanish, Alma shot Chris a glare. "Seriously? Do you have any idea how expensive those headphones cost!?"
"Nada." Chris smirked at her expense as the girl checked over her shoulder to see if there was a chance her headphones would be safe. Unfortunately, she only saw the outline from deep underwater.
Again cursing in Spanish, Alma turned towards Chris and the cast, and slowly began her march across the deck. As soon as she passed Chris, she shot him a glare. That glare changed when she focused on the other cast members, and her possible friends.
"Hello." Alma waved, and receiving a wave from Gath, and Edward, who tipped his hat to her. Feeling a friendly vibe coming off from those two in specific, she stalked over and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Confessional: The Latina Musician
Alma: I'll say it now, but I can hardly believe that I made it to Total Drama. It really did feel like a dream when I first got the letter. Perhaps now I can get the exposure I've always wanted for my music!
As per usual when someone opened their mouth to start talking, Chris interrupted them when the next boat arrived just on time.
The next contestant to show themself was a rather bony girl and eyes as bright as emeralds. Her hair was jet black, and the same color of an eyepatch that she wore for unknown reasons. With her appearance, she wore black sweatpants and a gray shirt along with a fish-bone necklace wrapped around her neck.
"Hello, Filima." Chris greeted as she approached. As her steps increased, one could tell of the eerie smile she had upon her face.
"Christopher McLean!" The girl now known as Filima exclaimed. "Gosh, if age hasn't been kind to you." Her smile grew as Chris's eyes widened, his hands rising to touch his face. She did, however, get a chuckle out of Kameron.
"I'd hardly call that very necessary, madam." Edward eyed the new girl and giving her a disapproving look.
Filima frowned. "Who says 'madam'? We're practically the same age! I mean, you do know that being polite won't get you anywhere in this game, right?" Her focus changes to Penelope. "And you know that wearing so much makeup won't make you prettier, but if you're trying to embrace that ugly look you have going, then you're doing a great job!"
Confessional: The Bringer of Misery
Filima: My God! Being the 'good guy' takes so much extra work, when you can just be a horrible person like myself! It's much more fun, and even if I don't win the money, as long as I cause as much emotional suffering towards these bags of human emotion, than I will always win!
Filima skips past Edward and smirking at the glares that were sent her way, almost reveling in it. Of course, she wasn't done quite yet. She was on a mission to get all of them to hate her.
The foghorn sounded, and everyone cast a look towards the newly arriving boat.
"Our next contestant is…" Chris continued on with the introductions, regaining his composure.
The person to hop down onto the dock was of Asian decent, and was quite pale to that regard with eyes the color of amber. Her black hair is braided in a pattern around her head, and those that hadn't been able to be braided reached just past her shoulders. Almost as if matching with her hair, she wore a small golden chain. She wears a white, long sleeved dress and black floral patterns printed on the arms, along with the bottom of her dress.
"Kaye!" Chris finished as the girl slipped a bag over her neck, and wrote something on a notepad.
The cast members exchanged glances as the sound of a pencil scribbling against paper could be heard among all of them.
At last, the girl known as Kaye flipped the notebook around to allow Chris to read it. There were two words on the page and nothing else but a few erase marks. "I'm deaf." It read.
Unfortunately, Filima had been one of the contestants to spot this and snickered to herself. "Looks like the deaf can't hear and sucks at spelling!" She eyed the erased marks, only her snickering stopped when Alma and Kameron elbowed her in the ribs, causing her to cry out in pain.
Chris sighed in annoyance and jabbed his thumb in the direction of the fourteen other contestants. Kaye glanced at them and nodded, folding her notebook over itself, and went to join them at a rather quick pace.
Confessional: The Deaf Violinist
Kaye: *She is holding a violin up to her shoulder and playing quite expertly. Blinking at the camera, she lifts her hand to sign* I feel the vibrations on my shoulder, and every note has a different vibration. I wish I could tell how my music sounded.
As Kaye edged towards the end of the dock, only to stay further away from anyone and everyone else, the next boat horn sounded, turning everyone's head towards the source. Only, it wasn't a horn at all, actually. It was someone on the bow of the boat blasting his electric guitar at the highest volume.
The boat came to a sudden stop, and the sixteen year-old flew off the bow and crashed into the dock with groan.
Chris wiped the dust off his outfit following the crash landing and regained his signature smile. "Everyone, this is Nicky!"
"Oh man, my head!" The boy groaned as he stood up. His brown hair had reached just to the top of his back, and it seemed to go well with the outfit that he was attempting to pull. With a scruffy goatee and green eyes, his attempt to look like a rocker definitely paid off in some ways. His outfit only complimented that even more, wearing a black shirt, faded blue jeans with tears halfway up, and a seashell necklace hugging his neck.
Coughing, the newest arrival to the island shot the cast finger guns, and more specifically, Alma, telling from her guitar case that she was also into music.
"Yo, how many of you heard of Nicky Stevens before?" He asked with an egocentric smirk.
As the audience may have guessed, no one even seemed to recognize him at the least, and no one raised their hands. As a result, Nicky frowned and stood in his usual stance.
"Seriously? Man, you guys are living under a rock!"
Confessional: The Wannabe Rockstar
Nicky: Yo, my first confessional! *He pulls on his seashell necklace slightly and sends a smirk to the camera* Even if none of the guys here know me, I know for sure that thousands of the viewers watching this do! Heck, maybe I can even get a couple new band mates while I'm here! That'll teach the guys back home.
Nicky stalked over to the rest of the cast, and mainly to Alma. Just like the times before, as soon as he opened his mouth, they were interrupted, and this time when Chris blared his megaphone just as the next boat arrived.
The contestant jumped down onto the wooden platform, and a good couple of them immediately recognized him. At least, the musicians at most.
Nicky gasped out of shock, and then smiled at who he saw was competing.
He was dressed in a gray hoodie with light green writing across the front in a fancy font, reading 'Discord'. With that, he wore dark blue jeans with a chain in his left pocket. While he had a mostly boring uniform, his appearance was a bit different, being a bit pale with bright blue dyed hair.
"Yo, Discord!" Nicky cheered, raising two fists in the air, and earning strange looks from a good half of the competitors.
The newest contestant rolled his eyes and shifted his gaze to Chris.
"Welcome to the show, Nathaniel." The host greeted, offering to shake his hands, only to be quickly denied when the contestant walked right past him instead.
"Yo, I'm such a big fan! Mind if I get an autograph!" Nicky ran up to the newest arrival.
"I don't do autographs." Nathaniel declined, pushing Nicky to the side as he continued forward. The Wannabe Rockstar frowned and followed him quickly behind.
"What do you mean? Come on, man! I've purchased all of your albums!"
Nathaniel shot Nicky a glare, and he quickly stepped off. "I'm here to compete, and I don't need a 'fan' getting in my way." He used air quotes around a certain word. He muttered a quick 'idiot' under his breath.
"Sir, please," Edward stepped forward, "Nicky, here, is asking of something so little, surely it wouldn't take so much of your time to write him an autograph."
Again, Nathaniel rolled his eyes. "It isn't that I don't want to, it's that I don't feel like it." He snapped.
Confessional: The Sensation
Nathaniel: God, how can some people be so pathetic? Looking up to us that have a reputation, can I please just sit back in silence and do my work when I feel like it? Apparently not. Now I have to give an autograph of my name to everyone that knows who I am. Christ, you're on a show with me, it'll last longer.
Nathaniel pushed past Edward to the rest of the contestants and promptly crossed his arms while Nicky stared at the person he thought he idolized.
Chris, on the other hand, chuckled to himself. "Ah, gotta love the tension in the morning." He grinned at the camera before cocking his head at the next boat to stop at the dock.
The girl who stepped off was that of a rather short girl with long blonde hair, only that it was tied into a neat and curly ponytail. Her skin as clear as a porcelain bowl. The girl wore a light gray turtleneck sweater and black skinny jeans, with red sneakers and thin-rimmed glasses on her face.
"Welcome to the show, Maggie." Chris greeted as the girl seemed to shuffle nervously across the deck of Hellebore Island.
"Is your vocabulary really so small you have to use the same word over and over?" Filima asked with a grin, and for a brief second, Maggie could've sworn that she was talking about her.
Chris shot her a backwards glare, to which Filima simply laughed to herself, though failing to see the big target she was painting on herself.
"H-hello." Maggie stuttered with a wave, though she couldn't exactly get her hand raised entirely. Just like she suspected, only one person waved back to her, that person being Gath, though she tilted her head to face the dock much too soon, and failed to see Edward tilt his hat at her.
Maggie hurried over to them and almost seemed to want to get out of the view of the camera, and positioning herself behind one of the larger contestants, if only to make sure that no one saw her.
Penelope couldn't help but scoff and shake her head at the pathetic girl that joined the dock just a few moments ago.
Confessional: The 'Nice Girl'
Penelope: Who auditions for a show and is too shy to get the camera to see them? *She smirks and rolls her eyes* Obviously a trick, she's just another one of those bad girls I was telling you about.
Confessional: The Timid Perfectionist
Maggie: H-hi. I guess I made it to T-Total Drama. I never really thought I would get this far. *She glances at the confessional door and chuckles awkwardly and nervously* I'm g-gonna go now.
Seeing how things had started to set in, Chris couldn't help but giggle at Maggie's awkwardness. Sure, she may have seemed to be happy about coming to the show, but now that she was actually here, boy was she in for a ride.
At last, the twelfth boat arrived, and the next contestant to arrive had the most bizarre appearance yet. His hair was dyed pink with several clumps sticking out in several places, and bangs that end just above his eyebrows. Even his eyes had a strange look to them, of a reddish purple color.
Yet even then, that was not the most strange part about this contestant. His outfit exceeded Edward's in terms of out of place, almost being that of a purple police officer uniform, and a light blue waistcoat, a pink cravat, and a two-part cape of red and purple that created his coat. Even then, that wasn't all he wore, with a purple abbreviated coat with thick cuffs and gold shoulder bands, fastened at the collarbone, and finally, light blue pants that tucked slightly into his silver-tinted leather boots.
"Greetings, freunde!" He announced in a German accent, hopping down from the bow of the ship, and bowing to both Chris and the other contestants. "Harald Skeithwick, at your service."
Chris frowned at the newest addition to the cast, crossing his arms as he shot Harald a flat look. "Thank you for stealing my line, Harald."
"Is he German?" Filima asked, clasping her hands together. "Ooh, we have a Nazi in the game!" A hand whipped across the her face, and she yelped in pain as Alma retracted and massaged her hand from the slap she had done, and grinning to herself.
"I t-thought we already had a Harold." Maggie quietly muttered to herself, though just loud enough for Harald to hear.
"It's pronounced Hah-ralt, fräulein." Harald corrected, stepping over to the cast, yet no one seemed to notice the minor slip-up in his wording.
Confessional: The Poisonous Poet
Harald: *He folds his hands into the shape of a tent* It seems I've made it to Hellebore Island. Though I can't say it isn't all surprising, I look forward to everything to come this season. *He flashes the camera a smile*
Harald made his way across the dock, joining the contestants that had already arrived and flipped open a poetry book as Chris groaned in boredom.
Shooting the camera a smile, Chris regained his usual grin. "Only two more to go, will our winner be on this boat?" The host gestured towards the arriving boat, coming to a halt, and allowing yet another contestant to jump off onto the dock.
A girl on the thin side revealed herself, and her mere appearance caused a number of the contestants to shudder. She was a pale girl with fingernails as black as the midnight sky and black hair mixed with streaks of purple reaching the base of her neck. A number of earrings have been pierced in both her nose and ear, and her purple contact colored eyes only add to her appearance. She wore black military boots with her pairs of torn jeans tucked into them, and a black tank top stuck to her chest, and a black leather jacket over her shoulders. She wore black chain choker around her neck that only added to her unnatural look.
"ViVi, nice to see you." Chris smirked as she walked past him, and leaving him to look out for the fourteenth and final boat.
"Yo." Nicky waved his index and middle fingers at her, as if he respected her for her interesting attire.
ViVi's eyes wandered past him, allowing them to settle on a certain musician. Though, unlike Nicky, she only raised an eyebrow, feeling a certain pull against her as she walked towards him with her steps increasing, and the wooden floor under her creaking.
"Discord." She recognized, crossing her arms as she shot Nathaniel a glare, who simply groaned in return.
"Like I told your rocker brethren, I don't do autogra-" Nathaniel was promptly cut off when her hand shot up and wrapped around his throat, leaving the Sensation's eyes bulging out of their sockets.
"You couldn't D.J. for one hour, could you! Cheapskate!" The girl screamed at him, and quickly tossed him backwards against the floor of the dock, allowing Nathaniel to regain his breath.
"ViVi Venom?" He narrowed his eyes. "You have a reputation of your own, of course I wasn't gonna D.J. at your house! I got albums to make!
"I spent a thousand dollars on that party, and your sorry [CENSORED] couldn't bother showing up for one hour!?" ViVi screamed, raising her foot to kick him, only stopping when Edward pulled her back, stopping her from causing any more harm.
From behind her, Chris tapped his wrist. "As much as I love the tension between you guys, you mind saving it for the challenge?"
ViVi forced Edward's hands off of her, and shot Chris a harsh scowl, she stepped away from Nathaniel and crossed her arms.
Nathaniel, on the other hand, rubbed his throat with his hand and rolled his eyes at ViVi's sudden burst of anger.
Confessional: The Rocker Chick
ViVi: That slimeball thought he could weasel his way out of his deal with ViVi Venom, and not show up for a party that my band and I set up, oh, he has a whole lot of pain coming his way.
Chris chuckled to himself as the cast all looked among themselves, most of them out of confusion for what to do. Thirteen of them had arrived this far, and now the final boat slid just past the island, and dropping off the final contestant.
Her hair almost had the same color as Harald's, only hers looked much more nicely done. Her pink hair was pulled upwards into two-half-knots, and makeup all over her face, more so than Penelope. Her eyes outlined by eyeliner, and metallic pink lips. As for her clothing, she wore a white sweater dress and leggings colored the way of the galaxy, and finally, knee-high boots.
"Hello, Willow." Chris greeted as the girl dragged her suitcase across the dock, looking around herself as she unknowingly scraped the wood of the dock, much to Chris's annoyance.
"Hi!" Willow smiled, unintentionally showing off her lips to the cast, some of which found to be an intoxicating air. "Really excited to be here, are those the other contestants?" She pointed to the twelve other contestants, most of which glanced at each other, unsure if she was serious or not. Could this girl really be that daft?
"I think so, yeah." Gath glanced between a slightly injured Nathaniel, and a silent Kaye.
"Cool." Willow nodded, dragging her bag behind her as she joined them.
Confessional: The Photo Aesthetic
Willow: People say that I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, but if that was the case, how come I made it to Total Drama Hydrangea Island!
"Once again, welcome to the game, folks!" Chris smirked as Chef returned with a bucket full of rocks. "While I explain to you about this season, why don't you take a rock, on the bottom of each of them will be a color to determine who your team will be. But no peeking, the first rock you grab, that's the one you take." With all of that said, the cast made to move towards Chef and the bucket, all of them reaching in to grab a rock.
"First off, welcome to Total Drama Hellebore Island! After what happened last season, the producers wanted us to find a brand new island to take for an all new cast, because apparently, the last one was 'too dangerous'." Using air quotes, Chris rolled his eyes. "So, here we are. After a whole year of searching, we found the perfect island to torture-I mean, challenge you!"
Again, nervous glances were shared as Chris chuckled to himself, only just making out that all of the contestants were now holding a rock.
"Anyway," Chris continued, "take a quick look at the bottom of your rock, and whoever has a red tag, take a few steps to the right, whoever has a blue tag, take a few steps to the left."
Just like it was to be expected, there was a bit of fumbling around the dock, including Filima nearly being shoved off into the water. Eventually, however, they did find their new teammates. All of them, except for Kaye, who waited patiently as Edward took the liberty of writing down what Chris had spoken, onto her notebook.
Confessional: The Weapons Aficionado
Kameron: On the plus side, I'm not on Kyle's team, on the downside, we have the guy that everyone hates, Nathaniel. I'm thinking that with him, the others will try much harder than usual if only we vote him off.
Confessional: The Country Gentleman
Edward: It appears I am on the same team as Penelope, and giving the flirtatious looks she's been handing me since I've arrived, I believe I need to let her down gently. As for my team, I must say that I have high hopes for us, and I certainly hope we shan't vote off one of our own too early.
Confessional: The Bringer of Misery
Filima: Have you seen how many people here play an instrument? If that's not annoying, I don't know what is! *She grins* But I could have some fun by destroying some of their instruments, oh, that'll get them to be devastated, methinks.
Confessional: The Scatterbrained Collector
Gath: I don't understand some of the people here, but I hope Filima stops acting the way she is, because I think she's putting a real big target on her back by acting the way she is. *He glances to the left* Why is that really a saying, anyway? I mean, isn't a target something that you fire an arrow at? Or what about in the military when soldiers have to-
As the last couple of stragglers got with their new teams, Chris pointed towards the group on the right side of the dock, and he continued what he had been saying in the first place. "Edward, Harald, Maggie, Kameron, Willow, Nathaniel, and Penelope," he spoke to, all of them turning from each other to face the host.
"You are the Scandalous Scorpions!" He announced, and while some of the contestants took the name without much of a bother, others were much more reluctant.
"I d-don't know about h-how I feel being associated in b-being something wicked." Maggie stuttered, and nearly trailed off when her teammates sent her looks as she spoke.
"It's just a name, who cares?" Nathaniel rolled his eyes, but he stopped when he saw several irritated glares being shot his way. However, one of those who hadn't glared, was the first to speak up.
"She cares." Edward gestured to Maggie, who made an unintentional step back in shock. She hadn't expected anyone to defend her, and especially not one of the most attractive boys on the island, at that.
Before Nathaniel could talk back at the gentleman, Chris continued with his index finger pointed at the other seven contestants.
"Alma, Gath, Kyle, ViVi, Filima, Nicky, and Kaye, you are the Vengeful Owls."
Unlike the Scorpions, they seemed to be much more indifferent about their name, Filima clasped her hands together, and ViVi shrugged. Chris frowned at this and gave all of them flat looks.
"Talk about boring reactions." The host turned away and started down the dock. "Now, how about we begin your first challenge of the season?"
"Already?" Willow scratched her head in confusion. "Aren't we supposed to, you know, get a feel for the island first?"
"You are." Came the reply. "Which is why you're doing so in a challenge. And that being, a race through the forest to the main campground. First team there wins, and the other gets to send one of the newly arrivals back home already."
At the sound of this, Kameron groaned. "We already have a physical challenge?" He asked, slouching his shoulders forward.
"It's Total Drama, why didn't you think there would be physical challenges, my dude?" Nicky asked, and resulting in Kameron scowling and turning away.
Alma was the next to speak up. "Considering how we saw Chris in the last couple seasons, I'm expecting some kind of complication or something."
Chris frowned at the Latina musician. "Yeah, there is." He regained is usually bright smile, "The further you go into the forest, the more you'll notice that traps have been set up to stop you. Any questions?" At that, almost everyone, besides Harald and Kaye rose their hands, and were quickly ignored by the host. "And go!" Taking out an air horn, he pushed down on the button to let out a loud blare throughout the island.
Covering their ears at the sound, the teams only began their run into the forest once Chris lifted his finger off the air horn.
Giving Chef a glance out of the corner of his eye, he smirked. "Another batch of contestants, this season is gonna be a good one." Chef only hummed in response.
The forest almost seemed serene. Peaceful. For a moment, anyone could forget what the island really was, and how dangerous that the place may be. What show this was and how much torture they that it was going to be.
Unfortunately, all of that serenity ended when the yelling of a member of the Owls burst through the bushes, his teammates slowly filing in from behind at a rather slow pace.
Kyle bent down and scooped up a handful of dirt into his hand, crouching down and placed the pieces into his mouth. There was a pause, and then he spit them out.
"I've been here." Kyle thought that he realized, standing up and taking a quick look around. Spinning on his toes, he faced his team so suddenly that Nicky felt the wind slap against his face. "I'm your tour guide for the day, and I'm gonna lay down some ground rules, rule one, don't mess with any snakes that you haven't met. There may be a few snakes out here that if they catch you, they may want to engage with you."
Despite Kyle claiming that there were multiple 'rules', he walked off without stating a second rule and continued along the forest, removing his shirt to tie around his head.
ViVi couldn't help but roll her eyes at Kyle's stupidity. Nicky glanced over at her and then back over at Alma and Kaye, both of them standing beside each other. He smiled at an idea that lied in the back of his mind.
Walking over to ViVi, he grabbed her shoulder and brought her to Alma and Kaye, much too fast for her to realize what he was doing. When she did finally have half a clue what Nicky was doing, she pulled her arm away fiercely and shot him a glare. "What are you doing?"
Nicky glanced at ViVi, and then to Alma and Kaye. "I was wondering if you guys wanted to be in an alliance." He asked. "All of us musicians, heck, if you guys want, I'll let you join my band!"
Alma and ViVi raised their brows at Nicky's forwardness. It appeared that he was a to the point kind of guy, but if he were only saying any of that because of finding ViVi threatening, then that would be a bit more understandable. After all, this was the same girl who nearly choked Nathaniel out within the first five minutes of her arriving at the island.
"Thanks but no thanks," ViVi was the first to speak, "I already have a band, and I actually do performances instead of playing the drums in my garage." With that, ViVi spun around to follow wherever Kyle went, which wouldn't be too difficult considering he walked through the bushes, leaving dent and holes in them.
Nicky opened his mouth to argue with ViVi, only for Alma to speak before he could. "I agree with ViVi. Plus, the music you listen to is definitely not my style."
In return to what Alma had said, Nicky blew a raspberry at her and gave her a really annoyed, and long look. "Seriously!? What kind of music do you listen to, and you'd better not say any of that indie crap!"
Now it was Alma's turn to glare. "'Indie crap'?" She repeated as though she could hardly believe what he had just said to her. "For your information, I'm sure that the 'indie crap' that I listen to is by far better than the music that you play, Nicky! You've got your head so far up in the clouds that you don't even know what half of the music genres on the planet are!"
With her fury rising through her body, Alma forced herself to not bring her fist to meet Nicky's face, and instead followed ViVi some twenty feet behind, and once she was gone, Nicky rolled his eyes, looking over to Kaye, who had watched this whole thing go down.
"What about you, alliance or band? Or how about both? I mean, I don't think I should use a violinist in a rock band, but I'm sure I'll be able to work it out."
Confessional: The Deaf Violinist
Kaye: *She raises her hands to sign* I don't think he knows I'm deaf.
The Scorpions had split off early from the Owls during the challenge, and though no one was actually leading them, they told themselves that they split off only so that they wouldn't follow them to the end.
Whatever the reason, it was too late anyway. They were much further away the Owls as it was.
A pair of silver boots touched against the ground as they walked, and the tune of a song hummed by a certain German as they went.
Harald had made sure to distance himself from the rest of the team and only so that he could hum to himself. For a moment, it was all silent, that was, until Willow stopped herself to walk beside him when she recognized the tune.
"Harald, right?" She asked, pursing her lip as she carefully recalled his name when her team introduced themselves to each other.
"That would be correct." Harald sent her a smile, one that made her smile in return.
"I couldn't help but listen to that song you were humming. That's one of my favorites, actually!" Willow exclaimed.
"Really?" Harald asked, glancing forward to make sure that their team hadn't strayed away, and began to hum the tune of the song.
"Go to Joan Glover, and tell her I love her, and by the light of the moon, I will come to her." Willow sang, humming that same tune as she began to skip in place.
Confessional: The Poisonous Poet
Harald: *He twirls a small branch along his fingertips* No, I don't enjoy those songs. *He smirks* But I knew that someone did, so that may leave a door open for a possible vote and roach to play with.
Harald continues to hum as Willow skipped on to the rest of the team, and bent down to grab one of the many flowers on the island, pulling it from its root.
Smirking to himself, the Poisonous Poet twirled the flower between his fingers.
"Go to Joan Glover, and tell her I love her, and by the light of the moon, I will come to her." Harald sang, and earning a smile from Willow, who had looked back over her shoulder at him.
Up ahead, Edward took a glance at Penelope, who flashed her eyelashes at him repeatedly, and, suddenly, he felt guilty. Why hadn't he come clean to her sooner?
"Oh, Lady Penelope," Edward started, "but, I shan't lead you on any further than I already have, Penelope, but I don't feel any romantic attachment between you and me, I'm sorry."
While most people would understand his decision and move on, there was an air to Penelope that seemed to say that she wasn't one of those people. At all. In fact, she seemed to be just the opposite.
"Are you kidding me!?" Her brow furrowed as she glared at Edward in an almost menacing fashion. "I've been nothing but nice to you, and this is how you repay me!"
"Please-" Edward started.
"No! I've been a real nice person this whole time, and now you're just dropping me flat, as if you haven't been stringing me along this entire time!" She shouted, as if forgetting half of what Edward said in the first place. "Fu-uh, I hope you have a nice life, Edward, because you just lost your chance at the one nice girl that ever wanted to go on a date with you!"
Now it was Maggie and Kameron's turn to share glances as Nathaniel smirked at Penelope's sudden reaction to being rejected.
"And you say you're a 'gentleman'!" With all of that said, Penelope spun on her heel and stormed off in the opposite direction.
Edward made a move to go after her, only that he was quickly stopped when Kameron put his hand on his chest to get him to stop.
"I'd hardly think she wants to talk to you. Let me bring her to the finish line." Kameron rolled his eyes and irritatedly grumbled to himself as he started to follow Penelope's trail that led the other way.
For a long moment, nobody made a way to move. At last, the person who did was Maggie, yet not in the right direction, and only to separate herself from the group, her feet aching and her body trembling.
Why was Penelope so harsh on Edward? He let her down slowly, which is more than what she can say about her own past crushes.
Unknowingly, Maggie placed her foot on a pile of leaves that the rest of the group hadn't noticed. Well, none of them except for one.
"How long do you think they'll be gone for?" Nathaniel asked, and from the corner of his eye, he could just see Maggie step away from the group.
And then, the leaves collapsed from under her, and Maggie began to fall with a scream, almost unable to completely comprehend what just happened to her.
However, the fall was short lived when she felt a hand wrap around her wrist as she fell through the hole. Blinking, Maggie looked up to see that it was Edward who held her wrist firmly, and pulled her up.
Shuddering at the thought of falling into the dark pit that she was rescued from, Maggie breathed out a light, "T-thank you," to Edward, and quickly stepped away as she tried to understand what had happened.
As Maggie walked away, Edward couldn't help but feel something of curiosity wash over him. He hardly cared what people thought about him, but this girl was...the opposite of that. She was encased in a shell, and too afraid to talk to anyone. Maybe he could help her grow out of it? Surely, he could. Or maybe he could get someone to become friends with her. Yes, that could work.
The sound of metal moving, and followed by a scream coming from Filima echoed throughout the island. The Scorpions looked up just in time to see the girl fly over them and land some forty, fifty feet away.
There was a pause, and then…
"The Vengeful Owls win! Scorpions, you'll be sending someone home tonight."
"Are you kidding me!?" A certain girl yelled, holding her hair in her palms as she emerged from the bushes. "We lost! It must be Edward's fault, because apparently, he's super into 'bad girls'!" The girl in question, however, was Penelope, and from behind her, Kameron felt the need to strangle her.
That was, until, Penelope stepped on a tripwire that they hadn't known was there. She quickly stopped in her tracks and glanced down at her feet, her eyes beginning to widen.
Fortunately for her, at the sound of something starting to move from behind them, Kameron tackled her to the ground, and just out of harm's way as a boulder flew by them on a rope.
Unfortunately for Nathaniel, however, he couldn't move out of the way quick enough, managing a mere two feet before the giant boulder crashed into him, before reaching its peak, and start to swing back. As it did, only half of the contestants took to notice Nathaniel fall off the boulder and crack his back on the side of the pit Maggie almost fell into, before tumbling inside with a loud shout.
The elimination ceremony, the worst part of any kind of competition, and now, the Scorpions sat on stumps and facing Chris McLean, who had that same smug smile on his face.
"Welcome to the elimination ceremony, Scorpions!" Chris smiled, flickering his eyes to two long logs lying vertically on the ground, with the Owls sitting upon it.
"And because the season five's peanut gallery got a bit of a good rep, we decided to bring it back…! Mostly!" At that last word, the seven Owls looked at each other, some of them with smirks, and others with indifference.
"Anyway, Scorpions…" Chris trailed off, looking between all seven of the newly arrived contestants.
On the top row of logs sat Kameron, Maggie, and Willow. On the second row sat Harald, a heavily bandaged Nathaniel, and Edward. The bottom row only had Penelope, who shot glares back at Edward every once in a while.
"You've all cast your votes, and I gotta say, after today's performance, I really did see this coming." Chris chuckled as some of the seven looked away, namely Maggie and Edward.
"So, when I call your name, you're safe and have no votes." Reaching over to a pedestal, the host grabbed six marshmallows and started to toss them to the named contestants. "Kameron, Willow, Maggie, and Harald, you're all safe with no votes."
Each of the four contestants caught their marshmallows with ease as Chris smirked at the final three people with no marshmallow whatsoever.
"Nathaniel, Penelope, Edward, you all have received at least one vote. But, Edward, you're still safe!"
Tossing the marshmallow, Edward rose his hands to catch his marshmallow, yet only doing it out of instinct.
Nathaniel and Penelope glared at each other. "Nathaniel, Penelope, this is the final marshmallow of the night." Chris told them, holding one final piece of sugary fluffy goodness in his hands. "And the first player eliminated from Total Drama Hellebore Island, is…"
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"...Nathaniel." Chris announced, tossing the final marshmallow away to Penelope, who smirked in victory.
"What?" Nathaniel asked quietly, his eyes wide open in shock. "This has to be a joke!"
"No joke, dude. You're out." Chris jabbed his thumb over his shoulder at the end of the dock, where Chef stood in the Boat of Losers, waving at him with a very creepy smile.
"No...you're lying! First about Penelope being eliminated, and now about the elimination device?" Nathaniel looked between the boat and Chris.
"Yeah, about that, the lawyers threatened to sue if we didn't go back to using the old elimination devices, so we're kinda stuck with the Boat of Losers for now.
Nathaniel's eye twitched as Edward stood up to wheel him over to the boat.
"No!" His scream echoed throughout the island, and only came to a stop when he was pushed inside the boat, and let it carry him off.
"Serves him right." ViVi smirked from her spot on the log, watching as Chris walked over to the edge of the dock.
"And with that, we're down to thirteen. Who else is bound to kick the bucket? Believe me, I have no idea. But stay tuned to find out on the next episode of…
"Total!"
"Drama!"
"Hellebore Island!"
Confessional: The Poisonous Poet
Harald: *He is spinning the flower he found between his thumb and forefinger* Convincing the others to vote off Nathaniel wasn't hard. Especially after the massive injury he took. Besides, wouldn't Edward want Penelope to stay, just so he could talk to her? *He smirks* Probably not, but she already has a big target on herself as it is, so why not save her for later?
Scandalous Scorpions: Edward, Harald, Kameron, Maggie, Penelope, Willow
Vengeful Owls: Alma, Filima, Gath, Nicky, Kaye, Kyle, ViVi
Questions!
1: Who do you think will be eliminated second?
2: Who do you think will win?
3: Which character(s) do you dislike and/or like?
Eliminated Contestants:
14th- Nathaniel: The Sensation