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Yes, it's me, risen from the ashes. Back with something BRAND NEW and FLUFFY and AUSLLY and YAY

This was honestly the least requested story to write first when I asked y'all and, no, I didn't pick this one to be like I wanna be DIFFERENT and PROVE MYSELF nah the ideas for this one just hit me across the face and I just HAD to write it down. Worked on it for a few months and I've almost finished it. Juicy chapters of (mostly) over 2000 words, weekly updates (sunday 10pm Amsterdam time) shall be delivered to your inboxes. If you decide you like where it's going, at least.

The first chapter is very explanatory and I know it might get boring, but it's important you guys understand how everything works. If you'd just give it a chance, I'd be very grateful :)

Enjoy the very first chapter of my new creation: Just A Game.

She hated games. No, she absolutely despised games. If Ally Dawson had to choose between shoving her face in a plate full of cheese, which made her retch, or play a friendly game of monopoly with at least two other overly competitive adults, she would happily lick the plate clean. Which surprises people when she mentions it, figuring her job is practically a well prepared game between two players who have to make the other person's client look as bad as possible in front of a judge. But, honestly, being a lawyer was her dream job, despite the characteristics it shared with playing games.

There was one crucial difference between the two, though. You see, when playing a simple game, victory has little to do with skills or preparation. No, it has everything to do with simple luck. Sure, it would help if you're the slightest bit clever when you're playing cards, but you can't win with a horrible hand, no matter how bright you are. And if there was anything Ally hated more than games, it was luck. The four letter word was something millions of people used every day to validate events. But she didn't believe any of that crap. The only luck that you come across is the luck you worked for. And she did.

And her job was something that had nothing to do with luck. She was one of the best young lawyers in the country and that was only because of the two things that winning games didn't require; skills and preparation. Also her stubbornness, talent for doing research and merciless attitude helped when she defended her client from some accusation that some awful ex husband had made up. Her field was family law, divorce and child custody in specific and she was good at it. Long story short, she loved her job and she hated games.

Which is why she had to do a double take when her brother gave her an encouraging answer when she told him the laughable story of how the people of the TV show Expedition Robinson asked her to participate.

"Why not? You're competitive, you're sneaky," he starts counting on his fingers, resulting into an empty take out container being thrown at his head. "Aren't those basically all the requirements for winning the stupid game?"

Ally huffs, pulling her sleeves over her hands as she makes herself comfortable on her brother's couch. "Hunter, the only two words that made sense in that speech were 'stupid game', which is also the only reason I need to not be a part of the show."

"There's more to it than just the game. You'll earn so much respect if you even attempt to win. People who get far in this show really make a name for themselves. This could work out for you," Hunter puts down his Thai take out to take a sip from his water bottle. "Think about it."

And she did. For just a second before her typically lawyer mind gave her tons of usable arguments. "Why would I need respect, I'm a lawyer, remember? Besides, I would have no chance of winning whatsoever."

"It's not all muscle, Ally," her brother contradicts. "I think you'd actually stand a chance."

"I think you just want to be on TV, little one," she laughs when she finally sees through his seemingly innocent supportive talk. Her three year younger brother differed from her in the way he loved being in the spotlight, his plan to break through as an actor portraying that perfectly.

"It's a good opportunity for the world to get used to my face on TV," he shrugs before grinning. "And, as far as I know, the guys that participate are usually super hot." Ally gives him a look in which Hunter rolls his eyes. "What? It's a pretty addictive show."

"Those hot guys are also usually cocky dickheads. And since when are you worried about my love life?"

"Sis, if you keep only focussing on work like this, I'm going to be finding a cute boy before you will," Hunter raises his eyebrows suggestively. "Maybe this experience is good for you. See it as a vacation."

"More like badly written play," she mumbles. For being 'stuck' on a deserted island, the girls often have suspiciously hairless armpits and legs. Who says the candidates that often complain about the lack of food weren't being fed with a nutritious dinner whenever the cameras turned off? "Fine, I'll think about it."

"Great! Make sure to warn me at least two weeks in advance. My hair always needs some time to get into model after a haircut," Hunter touches his brown hair gently, the minor adjustment probably making a big difference to him. Ally grins as she uses both hands to mess it up again.

As soon as she accepted the offer, her phone seemed to explode. She was used to some media attention, but she didn't seem to be the only one who was surprised to be a part of the show. While some called her shallow for being a part of the degrading production, others were pleasantly surprised to see a new side to the usually reversed young lawyer. Being only 22 years old, she would most definitely be one of the youngest of the island, but she figured keeping up the act of the shy girl would give her a decent shot. As far as she knew, standing out was a bad thing on the island.

Basically, twelve semi famous people get dropped on one of the deserted islands in the Philippines. Here, they have to 'survive' by finding enough food to stay alive and build a good enough shelter to hide from the merciless sun and sudden heavy weather. Though, their biggest concern is really the fact that every three days, one of them has to leave the island. This is where the viewers come in. As the show is fairly popular all around the country, lots of people have the chance to form an opinion on the group and the people individually. Through polls, the viewers can vote who they find most boring or annoying and has to leave the island. This way, the producers of the show give them a feeling the viewers are in control and keep the view ratings high. When there is no clear loser in a poll, the people on the island have to vote who they want to be out of the game. The person with the most votes, gets sent home.

To keep the show interesting, the players are divided into two teams that have to compete against the other in a different test every few days. Winning the test would result in achieving some valuable extras like extra votes or a well deserved spa day, but only once the candidates take the tests individually as the end approaches. The two teams live on different parts of the island, so, while the people at home see both of the groups on TV, the two teams have no contact apart from the tests. This makes them completely clueless about the change in formation the other team might undergo, caused by people sent home. Eventually, both teams will get smaller and smaller until only half of all candidates is left. This is when the two teams get together and battle until the finale, which will be between the final three players. The smartest, most strategic and strongest candidate will be crowned 'Robinson 2017'.

As the candidates are stuck with each other, pacts are a big part of the show. In secret or not, two or more players will sign an oral contract in which they promise to help each other whenever they can and vow not to vote each other out of the game if they get the chance. While most candidates will stay oblivious to their team mates agreements, the people at home will have front row seats and stay up to dates with the latest secrets of the island. This uncertainty creates extra tension that will obviously be exaggerated by the producers.

After months of media attention, Ally had finally packed her bags, better said one bag, since that was all she could bring. At the instance of Hunter, Ally had spent a lot of time at the gym. Especially training her balance was her priority, knowing there was always at least one test revolving around it. Also getting in good shape would improve her chances of performing well at tests.

Ally was not told who the other candidates were and she would only find out on the island itself. After saying goodbye's to her family and a long flight, she was now sitting in a helicopter with two other candidates. Due to the headsets and the rushing, they hadn't had an opportunity to introduce themselves which was probably the intention of the producers. After a few minutes, they notice aircraft hanging still above the ocean with an island not too far away and hear the pilot tell them to remove their headsets and jump out of the helicopter. Exchanging nervous glances, they follow his instructions. It's just Ally's luck that she's the closest to the exit.

"You can do it, just close your eyes and let yourself fall," Ally hears the nice looking blonde girl yell at her over the deafening sound of the propellers. She must've seen the terror in Ally's eyes as she gives her a sympathetic smile. "I've done it before, it's not as scary as it seems."

Before Ally can think twice, she braces herself, closes her eyes and steps out. By replacing the sight of the deep ocean by literally anything else, she manages to calm down her fear of height and only two seconds later, she feels the water close around her. Swimming was something that she wasn't particular good at and honestly forgot to work at when preparing, something she cursed herself for now. As fast as she can, she rises to the surface to see the other two entering the water at a safe distance from her. Without words, they decide to make their way to the shore about a hundred feet in front of them.

Out of the three, Ally is clearly the slowest and when she eventually arrives at the beach, she shamefully finds out she is the last of the twelve to join the big group. Several cameras are pointed at them and one films her getting out of the ocean as a feeling of insecurity washes up on her. Awkwardly, she attaches herself to the circle of people. She finds out she has just missed the introduction round and the rest doesn't seem to think she's worth doing it all over again. As soon as they notice her presence, the casual talks are being replaced by a strategic discussion. Discussion as in, one particularly tall man starts giving orders.

"You guys should start building the shed," the dirty blonde points at three equally broad and fanatic looking men. "We need some to go on a hike to find some fruit and I guess the rest can go fish or something." He looks at the smaller, less intimidating people with an uninterested look in his eyes, Ally being one of them as she answers his look with narrowing eyes. As the group breaks away to start their assigned task, Ally keeps her hands on her hips as she can't help rolling her eyes.

"You know, if you meant to do that discreetly, you need a lot of work." She didn't mean for him to see, but she doesn't back away now, staying silent as he smirks down at her. She gets the strange feeling she knows the guy, but she can't quite put her finger on it.

"Who says it wasn't meant for you to see?" She lies.

"Any reason why you dislike me, princess?" Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he doesn't plan on leaving her alone anytime soon.

"I don't need a reason to despise someone," she spits at him, making the nameless man chuckle.

"Catty," he observes. "Well, I advise you to get used to me, since you'll be seeing this face until you leave this island. And, trust me," he lets his eyes scan her body quickly without shame, forming his prediction she won't be much of a threat and her stay on the island will be very short. "that won't be long."

That is when she remembers where she has seen his face before; on an A4 sheet, in a file full of documents with every fact about him, in a small office sitting next to his ex wife as they were about to enter the courtroom. She didn't just know his name, she knew everything about him. Austin Moon, professional swimmer, divorcé, father, drug addict.

Lalalala let that just sink in and get back to me. Y'all know how to reach me, lemme know in the reviews below xx