A/N: Howdy y'all! It's been a while since I've written anything and I'm not sure if I'll be of any good since my last upload (which was ages ago).
I've actually had this story idea since the beginning of TDI, but I never had the courage to approach it. I've read my share of TDI stories and I noticed a lot of people had failed, or can't write worth heck. I'm going to try and prove I can be one of the better TDI writers out there, and I wish to ask you all to not critic too badly if I turn out to be one of those people who suck.. D:
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the TDI crew. I only own Angelika and Gilbert, thank you!
More Than a Game Show
Chapter One: Final Contestants
It was probably only minutes away from becoming midnight, and Chris McLain was seconds away from passing out in his director's chair. His legs were propped up on a tall, plastic box containing all of the admissions for his new reality TV show. In result of being in a dark room with only a small screen for light, Chris had dark bags under his bloodshot eyes. He couldn't help himself from blinking every few seconds, and he was sure that upon the next blink he would just conk out. His hair, usually kept neat and brushed, was now a rat's nest. It had been abused and pulled because of Chris's annoyance with the teens and his scalp was now a little sensitive to the touch.
He and his partner, who he calls Chef, have been watching audition tapes nonstop since early that morning and Chris was sure he would go mad before the final decisions were made. Thankfully for the two men, interns had watched every video prior to their views and handpicked the contestants they think would be best in the show. The amount they had watched was said to only be a small portion out of the total auditions sent in.
Chris and Chef had to pick twenty-four contestants to compete in 'Total Drama Island' by the end of the week, for their producers were to send out the acceptance letters before summer begins. Both thought it would be a good idea to dive in and watch as many as they could in one day as to rid themselves of as many tapes as possible and narrow down their decisions. Sadly the two weren't aware that the interns had picked over a hundred teens for the final look. This meant the two men had to spend endless hours in a dark room watching who knows how many tapes and deciding who would be picked and who was unacceptable. Chris was a little excited at first, but now he was just sick of it. He just wanted to go home.
"Dude, how many more tapes?" he groaned, rubbing his face to rid his eyes of sleep.
Chef Hatchet, a bulky (and psychotic looking) man, was no prettier than Chris. Addition to the pounding ache in his head Chef also appeared to have purple-like circles draping halfway down to his cheekbones. His eyes, normally narrowed, were now droopy and blinked tiredly. His shoulders had dropped lazily hours ago and the poor man had almost had enough of watching dramatic teens audition. It took him all he had not to flip a table with pure rage.
A single black floppy disk was held between his chubby fingers as he sat back down next to Chris. "One left." His voice was scratchy and rough and held a relieved tone. Chef rolled his eyes at the whine Chris's throat emitted, and watched as his companion pulled up a cart containing a laptop. Chris snatched the disk from Chef's hand and shoved the floppy disk in the laptop with a little too much force.
He sat back and pressed play. "This last one better be worth it, man."
Chef only grunted in agreement.
The screen was filled with static before the picture of a clear blue sky was stationed center screen. The picture shifted and panned over to a girl standing blissfully in front of a large, white house. She was a sight for sore eyes, especially Chef and Chris's tired, bloodshot ones.
Her hair, full of various shades of blonde, was brushed neatly; the top layers were pinned back, probably being held in place with several bobby pins. Peach colored skin coordinated well with her blended hair, and her face seemed flawless. There was not a single trace of blemishes or freckles (which Chris hummed appreciatively at). Her almond-shaped eyes stared right into the screen directly before her, allowing the two men to gaze at the bright, clear blue of her irises. There had been a thin layer of eyeliner applied on the edges of her eyelids along with a small amount of mascara (which made her eyelashes seem longer), but the makeup looked almost natural. With every blink the girl gave, the glittering of silver eye shadow could be seen. To add to all the beauty a cute, little mole at the corner of her right eye could be seen. Her full lips were painted with a clear, glitter filled, lip gloss; and as the girl laughed her rosy cheeks lifted with the smile that accompanied the chiming sound. Chef noticed her pearly white teeth (which most teens seemed to not have) and nodded approvingly to himself.
It was wrong to look, but the men noticed she had a nice figure; thin waist, full hips, and a beautifully sized chest. A plain, white tank top and a pair of gray slacks was all that she wore, and all that could be seen. Even though she was a beauty, her clothing choice was simple and anything but expensive. Her mere presence on screen showed Chris she was a definite candidate for the show. Now if she can show she's a perfect angel on screen he would need to see no more to know she was in.
The girl raised her hand in greeting. "Hallo!" Her voice was pleasant to the ears, almost smooth like silk; and the European accent clearly evident in her voice knocked the men from their sleepy state. They were not expecting that.
Chris straightened in his seat and grinned. He had seen enough! Maybe sitting through all of the audition tapes wasn't so bad after all; the show would be a hit if it included a hot girl like her. Just her accent was enough to bring him to attention (A/N: AND NOT IN THE PERVERTED WAY!)! This girl could definitely keep a lot of male viewers hooked on the show.
"My name ist Angelika!" The girl glanced to her left for a second and whispered something in a different language. She motioned for someone off screen to come forward, and as she did a deeper voice murmured something back. Angelika rolled her eyes and reached out to take hold of the person, dragging a boy half a foot taller than her into the picture. It only took a second for Chris and Chef to see the two were twins.
Chris's grin widened at the thought of two good looking teens appearing on his show. He thought of all the money he'd earn within the first two episodes and rubbed his hands together mischievously. A part of him knew he was being a little greedy, but Chris did like his money..
"-and this is my bruder, Gilbert!" Gilbert averted his gaze from the camera and blushed some, causing his sister to laugh. Her laugh, Chris decided, was cute, if not charming. "As you can tell, vhe are siblings- twins in fact." The girl held onto Gilbert's arm absentmindedly as he slumped and tried to hide his face.
Gilbert's own head of blonde hair, styled oddly, was lighter than his sister's. His blue eyes could barely be seen through his off-set bangs, which covered majority of his face. His arms were stuffed awkwardly in his jean pockets and the black band t-shirt he wore clung to his obviously buff torso. Though Gilbert refused to show his face Chef and Chris both knew he was a handsome lad. His skin was a tad darker than Angelika's, but the resemblance between him and the girl was strong, despite that and the height and personality difference.
If this boy was auditioning too Chris was definitely going to pull him into his games. With a boy like him on the show Chris knew a lot of young, female viewers would definitely tune in each week, even if just to see him talk or be shot shirtless. He would catch the audience's attention by throwing them a bone; and a bone so delicious looking, such as these two, would bring in a hoard of viewers. Chris had to hold back an evil chuckle as he formed a plan for the couple he eyed on tape.
Angelika stopped chatting for a moment to peer up at her brother. "Gilbert," she whined slightly, "-say something!" He picked up his head slightly and looked down at her. For a second he let his face be shown to the camera and nodded. "Uh.. hallo." His voice was deep, and his accent was very thick. Oh yeah. This guy was in.
Chris grabbed the remote and paused the tape, causing Chef to snap his attention away from the screen. Chris gestured to the TV and smirked. "Chef, I think we just found ourselves some viewer eye candy." It only took a moment for Chef to register this and he nodded, smirking himself. Both knew there was no need to watch the rest of the audition; their decision was made. Both teens will be flown out to Camp Wawanakwa, like all the other contestants, and compete in the show.
This new show would be a hit, Chris just knew it! The twins alone will bring the ratings up, but even without them Total Drama Island would still be most entertaining to make people tune in each week! Who knows what will happen between all of the contestants? They'll be grouped on a deserted island with no way of escape (unless voted off). With twenty-four hormonal teens on their way to Camp Wawanakwa there was bound to be a spark of fun somewhere for the viewers; and the challenges they'll have to face will only fuel the competition and drama.
Chris couldn't wait for the show to begin!
A/N: OH GOOD GOD! I'm sorry, but the way I dreamed up Gilbert.. urgh! –drools- I'm going to have fun with his character. Angelika is such a sweetie too! I hope you guys start to adore her like I do! Do they seem a bit Mary-Sue/Gary-Stu? Please give me feedback on this suggestion, it'll help tons!
Anyway, I hope this first chapter was acceptable! I really tried to do something more with Chef speaking, but I wasn't sure how to make it happen; sorry about that Chef fans. I don't think I portrayed Chris too well either, but I'm still trying! I'll perfect it eventually.
So thank you for your viewing, and please review for me!