Hello! This is my first TDI fanfiction out of what I hope will be a lot called Total Drama Alpha-leagues!
NOTE: Alphabet theme is NOT mine; all rights go to Frank15 for it.
"Welcome everybody to Total Drama Alpha-leagues!" introduced Chris McLean, standing on a dock before a somewhat different Camp. A sign saying "CAMP RIPCLAWRAORTOOTH" can be seen . "I'm your host, Chris McLean, here bringing you season 6 of Total Drama! Now as you can see here, we're on a new camp called Camp Ripclawraortooth. It used to be Camp Ripclawrazortooth, but the 'z' fell off the sign. Anyways, this season we have a batch of 26 new contestants-one for each letter of the alphabet-and our originl contestants will be our interns! Ha! Poor souls... anyways, our new competitors will also be competing for a grand total of FIVE. MILLION. DOLLARS. And-oh, looks like the first one's here now!"
A very pretty, athletic-looking tough girl with sapphire eyes, dark brown hair, and tan skin wearing a green short-sleeve jacket over a black halter top with ACDC written across it in silver letters, faded black skinny jeans, and fancy-looking green shoes with sharp heels was scowling on the first boat.
"Vanessa! Nice to meet you!" smiled Chris.
"Yeah, cool," muttered Vanessa. "Now can you stop talking to me?"
"Yeesh. Not very friendly,"
"Can it, McLean," she growled.
Chris shrugged and turned back to the camera. "Okay then... next up is Zani!"
"A kid named Zani? Like, Zany? Sounds normal."
Zani was a somewhat short African-Canadian girl with shoulder-cut fire-colored hair, yellow glasses over indigo eyes, a fire-red tank top with blue and purple flames, dark violet denim shorts, and orange sandals was the next arrival. As she got off the boat, she fiddled with the black cuffs-designed with blue flames-on her wrists and somehow pulled a lighter out of her left cuff.
"Hi!" she chirped to Vanessa.
Vanessa raised an eyebrow at the lighter. "Pyro?"
"How'd you know?" Zani exclaimed, flicking the lighter on and off suspiciously close to Chris's hair.
"DUDE! WATCH. THE. HAIR!" cried Chris, making a girly fake-slapping motion at the lighter.
"Why?" questioned Zani, head tilted. "Your hair would look on fire! Hee, hee!"
"Please don't tell me you're emo, too," moaned Vanessa.
"No! Just excited!"
"Chill out everybody, because here comes Travis!" interrupted Chris.
The next boat pulled up, with a wiry, lithe-looking boy with pure white spiked hair, brown eyes, and quite pale skin. He had on a light blue short-sleeve shirt, dark blue pants, and white snow boots.
"Hey everybody," Travis greeted. "I'm Travis-"
"We heard," snapped Vanessa.
"And I look forward to competing you," he completely ignored Vanessa's snarky comment.
"Wait a minute, I think I've seen you before!" recalled Zani. "You're Travis DeLino! The cryomaniac that froze my vintage lighter in the freezer at camp!" Zani was seething.
"How can a lighter be vintage?" Vanessa inquired.
"It just is!" Zani yelled. "You will pay for that, you jerk!"
"Oh, sorry about that," murmured Travis guiltily, scratching the back of his neck. "I had too much smuggled Red Bull that day..."
"Great," snarled Vanessa under her breath. "A pyro and a cryo. What a freak show!"
"And now we have Maverick!" announced Chris as Zani continued to throw angry comments at Travis.
The boy on the arriving boat was of average height, build, and looks, with neat brown hair, soft grey eyes, and a grey shirt with red suspenders. His pants were grey sweatpants and his shoes were red converse. All of his clothes were coated in car grease.
"Hey," he greeted, nodding towards Vanessa.
"Hello!" said Zani, taking time off of bashing Travis to greet the new competitor. "I'm Zani, that's Vanessa, and asshole over there is Travis."
"What did I do?!" exclaimed Travis, hands out in a "this is hopeless" expression.
"YOU FROZE MY LIGHTER!"
"WHEN I WAS SEVEN AND HOPPED UP ON RED BULL AND CAKE!"
"SHUT IT, BOTH OF YOU!" shouted Vanessa, startling everybody.
"Well, as interesting as this is, there are more contestants to announce!" interrupted Chris, obviously irked from being robbed of screentime. "Plus, we need the camera back on me." He gave his pure white smile.
As the bickering continued, another contestant arrived. This contestant had dirty blonde hair gelled in a neat faux hawk, sparkling hazel eyes, tan skin, and a fairly muscular Justin-like build. He was quite handsome and wore an expensive-looking white sports jacket over a black jersey, had Adidas soccer shorts on, and wore nice Reeboks.
"Okay, Randy Gunner has arrived, you can all start basking in my presence," smirked the contestant smugly.
"Dream on, pretty boy," sneered Vanessa.
"I thought 'Pretty boy' was Chris's title?" snickered Maverick, with Zani and Travis laughing along with him.
"Whatever," shrugged Randy. "I'm the most popular, athletic, handsome, and rich contestant here, so you might as well just hand me the million now. None of you could hold a candle to my awesomeness."
"Chris, is Randy your cousin?" questioned Maverick.
"I wish!" exclaimed Chris. "This kid is awesome! Narcissistic and a jerk-perfect combo!"
Vanessa groaned.
"I wouldn't be too sure about him being the most athletic and rich," came a voice belonging to the next competitor. The voice belonged to a very pretty, tan olive-skinned, athletic-looking girl with a soccer player's build and average height. The girl wore Luxuriator Style 23 sunglasses over her emerald eyes, which she promptly took off, and chestnut-colored hair in a ponytail. She wore a blue, white, and silver plaid polo shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows with a blue and white titanium necklace, black and silver lacrosse shorts, and expensive customized Osiris sneakers.
"Luxuriator, Style 23?" inquired Vanessa. "I've heard of those. Aren't they like thousands of dollars?"
"65,000 dollars, in American currency," shrugged the girl. "Anyways, I'm Dylin."
"Isn't that a boys-" began Randy.
"YES, it is a boy's name. NO, I don't know why I'm named that. MAYBE, if I'm lucky, everybody will shut up about it?"
"Sheesh," muttered Randy, who suddenly got a perverted gleam in his eyes. "You know, you're hot, I'm hot, you're rich, I'm rich, you've got a nice-"
"Bite me." Dylin walked away from Randy-after delivering a nice round-house to the kiwis.
"Point taken," squeaked Randy before falling on to the ground.
Vanessa looked intrigued at the newcomer, while Maverick looked scared and Zani was too busy setting twigs on fire and throwing them into the water to notice the skirmish that had previously happened as Travis was trying to apologize.
"And now, coming all the way from the Kalamazoo Mental Institution, weighing in at 120 pounds, and a former resident of the Chicago Juvenile Detention Center, we have Kentaro!" called Chris.
"Hoo, boy," groaned Vanessa. "Two fire- and ice-obsessed freaks, some random kid we'll probably forget about in a day-"
"-Rude!" interrupted Maverick.
"A narcissist, some random rich prick, and now a mental escapee! Will there ever be a second normal person on this show?"
"Who's the first?" smirked Dylin, which sent the others into hysterics.
"I... You... shut it!"
"AHEM!" screamed Chris, probably just wanting the camera to go back on him. "Anyways, here's Kentaro!"
Kentaro was a Japanese kid with messy skater-cut black hair, wild black eyes, a skinny frame, and wearing a red jacket with copper-colored spikes coming out of the shoulders and a white muscle shirt underneath, baggy orange pants, cuffs on his wrists-literal broken handcuffs-and, oddly enough, no shoes.
"Hey!" Kentaro shouted at the top of his lungs before hopping onto Travis and screaming, "I IZ CAP'N PANCAKE! SIRE, THE FLAMINGOES ARE ON FIRE AND THE SHERBERTS AIN'T DOIN' ANYTHING!"
"Screw my life," Vanessa muttered crossly as Travis was looking quite uncomfortable with the psychopath on his shoulders.
"Can I?" Randy's eyes lit up, delighted.
"Ew, pervert!" Dylin spat.
"Oh, come on," Randy teased. "You know you want me."
"And if you keep on talking like that to me, I'll know you want to be kicked in the coconuts."
Randy hesitated, than fell on the ground in pain to save Dylin the effort.
"OMG TTYL LMFAO OFAHYROAEIFARFAUS-TWENTY-I SEE POTATERZ!" Kentaro cried, much to the others confusion.
"Why did the institution let him leave?" whispered Zani to Chris.
"They didn't," Chris smirked back. "There's a reason his stereotype is the 'Mental Escapee'."
Zani stared wide-eyed at the psycho.
"You mean we have a living, breathing, un-cured psychopath running around our camp?" shouted Vanessa.
Kentaro walked up to Maverick and started licking his ear.
"Yes," Chris smiled sadistically.
Vanessa, Dylin, and Maverick flipped him off simultaneously, and they could tell Dylin was trying hard not to flip him off literally.
"Well, now that that's done, heeeeeere's Waldo!" announced Chris.
"Waldo" was sitting on the boat's rails, twiddling with what looked like a priceless jewel necklace. He had close-cropped neon blue hair with a fedora over it, green glasses, and was built like DJ-if DJ had been Hindu, of course. He wore a grey pinstriped vest over a dark purple golf polo with a grey tie, blue shorts, and purple Nikes.
"Chris? You do know my name is William, right?" William asked Chris as he got off.
"Well yeah, but I wanted to make a W-themed joke and it seemed to fit," Chris shrugged.
"A'right," William smiled at his competitors. "Great to meet you a-"
He was interrupted by a certain bare-footed contestant poking his thigh with a dead seagull.
"Waldo! Meet my purple chicken!" Kentaro exclaimed, waving the seagull in William's face. "His name is Jerry, and he thinks your glasses look like Doofenshmirtz!"
"Can somebody get this kid away from me?!" Wailed William, obviously uncomfortable. Vanessa and Dylin nodded and pulled Kentaro out of a fifteen-foot radius of William.
"Funny you should mention a J name, Kentaro," said Chris, "because next up we have Jaymie!"
A girl with ginger hair, hints of Hispanic heritage in her skin and expression, and freckles under lavender eyes was Jaymie. She wore a dark royal blue blouse with cat ears attached onto a hood with a beige skirt and polished black dress shoes. An aura of contempt followed her.
"Hello, everybody," she greeted, pushing away the aura. "I'm Jaymie. Pleased to meet your acquaintance, and I can't wait to verse-or work with-you in later challenges.
"Same to you," smiled Dylin.
"Should be fun!" yipped Maverick.
Vanessa had a doubtful look in her eyes.
"But before J, we have I!" Chris signaled to the next boat.
The 'I' contestant had wily light blonde hair, daring blue eyes, and three bracelets on each arm. He wore an Adidas basketball shirt and red basketball shorts and had on white Air Jordans. His skin was tan and his shoulders were slim, fitting with his basketball player-build. But what made him stand out was his entrance.
"WHAHOOO!" he shouted as he drove off the boat onto the dock on his motorcycle blind-folded. He crashed and ended up lying on the ground next to Kentaro, who decided to start fondling the new contestant's earlobe. "That was awesome! It's like a coffe and Red Bull rush! Wahoo!"
"Dude, didn't that hurt?" questioned Maverick. "What's your name, anyways?"
"I'm Ion! And of course that didn't hurt! In fact, I wanna do it again!" Ion hopped up eagerly but was soon turned to dissapontment as the boat steered off and the next one came.
The next boat carried a very beautiful, tan, and slim girl with curly light brunette hair, shining amber eyes, a red bandana around her forehead, and a cheerful expression. She wore a beige halter top that cut off at her midriff, a leather necklace, a denim mini-skirt, and brown Uggs. But it wasn't just her eager eyes, perfectly constructed face, or lithe form that got the guys staring her. It was her Lindsay-like chest.
"What are y'all staring at?" she asked, confused, with an Australian accent.
"Your-" Randy began cockily before being elbowed in gut by a certain boy-named girl.
"Shut it, perv," Dylin seethed.
"... Crap..." Randy was holding his stomach in pain.
The odd thing that Vanessa noticed, though, was Zani also staring quite intently at the beautiful Australian. She also caught the pyro smiling and blushing a bit whenever Dylin spoke. Could she be... lesbian? It was possible. But the way Zani bickered with Travis was just so... married couple-like, if that was a phrase.
"I'm Havana, pleased to meet you!" Havana chirped in her Australian-tinted voice.
"Hey," nodded Dylin, "I'm Dylin, Cap'n Sports Coat over there is Randy, ACDC is Vanessa, Lighter Girl is Zani, Freezer Burn is Travis, Gonzo is Ion, Cucko for Cocoa Puff's Kentaro, Anime Schoolgirl is Jaymie, Fedora Kid is William, and Fireman Suspenders is Maverick."
Havana looked quite confused at the nicknames Dylin assigned her fellow contestants, so Vanessa simplified it, pointing to each teen as she said their names.
"Ah, cool!" Havana smiled. "But... why are the guys staring at me like that? Do I have a pimple? Is there a wallaby attached to my leg?"
"... I don't think there are wallabies in British Columbia," said Jaymie, head tilted.
"Oh. Hm."
"And don't mind the guys," Dylin replied. "They're just a little... um, how to say this without being suggestive...obsessed with your b-odd."
"Nice save," chuckled Maverick.
"Now that that's done with, it's time for Ellis!" said Chris.
Ellis was an overweight, pale girl with bad jet-black hair, mud-brown eyes, a black shirt with THE TWILIGHT CHRONICLES written across it in read, baggy grey jeans with a picture of Edward Cullen stitched on to the pockets, a pair of black Converses, and a Twilight book in hand.
"Hey," greeted Dylin before being figuratively knocked backward. "Dude! You stink!" she held her nose.
"Richette Rich is right!" agreed Vanessa. "You smell like... month-old tuna, burning rubber and... bat pee?"
Oddly enough, nobody questioned Vanessa on how she knew what bat urine smells like.
"I'm TRYING to make Edward's signature scent!" groaned Ellis in a nasal, whiny voice.
"So Edward smells like fish, rubber, and piss," concluded Randy, an eyebrow raised.
"I... am confused," said Havana.
"We all are," pointed out Jaymie, patting her on the shoulder.
"Okay everybody, meet Luana!" Chris introduced, pointing at the next boat.
The boat held a fashionable-looking girl with dark brown hair, sunglasses over dotted black eyes, pale skin, and a bony frame. She wore a pink jacket over a lavender blouse, designer jeans, and black heels and had a purse hanging from her arm.
"Wow, some of you look really stylish!" noted Luana, nodding towards Randy, Havana, William, and Jaymie. "Others... not so much..." her eyes scanned over Dylin, Ellis, Maverick, Zani, and Kentaro.
"Oh no, I have no style, the world must be ending!" mocked Dylin, sarcasm seeping in.
"Humph!" hmphed Luana, turning away.
"Ha! So I can do something better than you!" gloated Randy to Dylin.
"Yes, you have a sense of freakin' fashion," muttered Vanessa, "want a cookie for that?"
"ACDC's right," huffed Dylin. "Plus, I can still have you crying for mommy in one kick."
"Hate to interrupt," said Chris unapologettically, "but there are other contestants that need to be introduced. Such as Oliver!"
Oliver was a slightly overweight African-Canadian with a Toronto Bluejays cap, brown eyes with burning hatred flaring up, and wearing a dark green hoodie, baggy hipster-like jeans, large green "hipster" glasses, and ruined Nikes.
"Great, a bunch of prissy li'l white folks," he muttered, contempt spiking each syllable, "and I bet one of the milkies will win ANOTHER season, because that's what this racist world wants!"
William looked confused. "Weren't the two finalists last season black?"
"Dude! Don't call us 'black people'!" spat Oliver. "That's racist! You don't see me calling you 'white people' now, do ya milk boy?"
"Well, you sort of have-there was 'white folks', 'milkies', and 'milk boy'," pointed out Dylin.
"You shut it, priveleged white girl!" argued Oliver. "The only thing that could make this worse is a stupid queer!"
Zani's eyes flared in rage as she stomped over Oliver. "YOU ASSHOLE!" she roared in a quite intimidating matter. "Just because my sexual orientation is different from yours, I'm suddenly this stupid person who doesn't belong on this camp? On this planet, even?" she took a moment. "I just admitted that I'm lesbian on reality TV, have I?"
"Yeah, but who cares? Except for maybe, Hipster McGee over there. Gotta say, I agree with the pyro," shrugged Vanessa before giving Oliver a very, very scary death glare. "Way out of bounds, even from a reverse-racist such as yourself."
"Great, a racist homophobe," sneered Randy, "only thing that could make this worse would be a PETA supporter, a feminist, and an anti-semitic jerk."
"Well don't worry, we don't have any of those!" Chris assured the popular rich kid before muttering, "For now..."
Chris cleared his voice and began, "So now we have Gabe!"
The next boat pulled up, carrying a muscular, brutish, fair-skinned boy with a square jaw, black buzz-cut, and meaty hands with a scar on the left one. But despite that, his eyes were friendly and his expression radiated kindness and welcoming. He wore an orange letterman jacket, black sweat pants, and Adidas shoes.
"Hey, I'm Gabe," he greeted, smiling. "Glad to meet you all."
Everybody greeted him, happy to see somebody with a positive personality. Well, everybody not counting a certain reverse-racist hipster and Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs (who was, by the way, sniffing a blade grass to see if smelled like UFO's).
"And now, it's Anthony!"
Anthony was a calm-looking, wiry, pale boy with neat blonde hair, sky blue eyes, and wearing a navy blue blazer over a white shirt, black pants, dress shoes, a silver necklace with a cross on it. A bible was tucked under his arm.
"Hello everybody," Anthony said politely. "I'm Anthony."
"Thanks," said Vanessa snarkily. Anthony just grinned.
"Great, a Christian freak," muttered Oliver, fixing his glasses. "You betta not try to opress me with ch'yo biblical nonsense!"
"Shut up!" snarled Dylin. "You insult white people, you insult gay people, and now you're insulting Christians? Seriously?!"
"What I'm sayin' is da troof, girl!" Oliver retorted.
As Dylin is a great people person and tries her best to communicate and reason with people before resorting to violence, she peacefully lodged her foot into Oliver's forehead.
Oliver fell backwards, cursing.
"I'm starting to like this girl," smirked Vanessa, Zani nodding in agreement.
"What can I say?" shrugged Dylin. "He's a disgrace to assholes worldwide."
"Can't argue with that logic," snickered Randy.
"I promise, I will never try to opress anybody with my beliefs," assured Anthony. "I respect all your beliefs and choices."
"Why do you remind me of Hannah, from Total Drama Battlegrounds[1] asked Travis, head cocked.
Anthony shrugged.
"Nevermind that, because now we have Yessila!" said Chris, who was unusually over-excited at the announcement-but not "Yay! A new, great contestant!" type of excitement, it was more like the sadistic "Yes! More drama and injuries!" type.
The reasoning soon became clear, because Yessila was a small, lithe girl with pink streaks in her wavy jet-black hair, lavender eyes, pale skin, and a sneer of contempt at the boy contestants. She wore a black natural-fiber tee with a neon pink girl symbol in the front, and the same symbol tattooed on her arm. She wore dark grey short-shorts and pink sandals.
"Ugh, there are probably gonna be more boys then girls on this show, as always," Yessila groaned cynically.
"Actually, I heard there are supposed to be thirteen of each-" Gabe began.
Yessila growled, cutting him off. She walked up to the marginally larger and bulkier contestant with an intimidating look that could scare off Chuck Norris. "You want to end that sentence, boy? No, you don't. I'm tired of women being pushed around and interrupted by worthless men! So just shut up!"
"Actually, you were finished with your sentence, YOU interrupted HIM," Randy pointed out.
Yessila walked towards the popular boy threateningly. "Et tu, Brute? You do not wanna mess with me! No boy will step out of line while I'm here!"
"And how will you-" Randy paused to pat Yessila's head, "ever stand up to me?" Randy patted his own head. Yessila was enraged, fuming with steam bursting out of her ears (figuratively, of course).
Yessila made a movement that triggered a certain somebody's reflexes. As she reared back to give a sharp, fast punch with her middle knuckle sticking out, she was intercepted by that person mid-punch.
"Don't. You. Dare."
"I KNEW SHE LIKED ME!" Randy gloated as everybody stared at Dylin, who was busy giving a very, VERY hard grip to Yessila's fist.
"Dream on, lover boy," Dylin snorted as she let go of the feminist's now-white hand. "But taking you down is my running gag, plus, Yessila's just annoying!"
Yessila didn't hear the comment, for from her reaction to Dylin's hand-crushing one could conclude that she could give a punch, but certainly not take one.
"Uh-huh," Randy's eyebrow was raised, and several other contestants-the sane, non-prejudice ones at least-had doubtful looks.
"Dude! My camera time!" Chris whined as the camera's view whirred to the host. "So now we have Sarah!"
Sarah was a Japanese girl with Korean flower-boy style hair, hazel eyes, and wearing a necklace that looked like Trent's lucky one, a Friday the Thirteenth Movie Premier t-shirt, burgundy pants, and black sneakers.
"Hello!" she chirped. "Good to meet you!"
"You, too," replied Maverick eagerly-suspiciously eagerly.
"Wedding bells," murmured Dylin to Vanessa.
"Like with you and Randy?" Vanessa inquired.
Dylin didn't answer.
Sarah turned to Jaymie. "You look like an-"
"An anime schoolgirl, I know," sighed Jaymie, thought more with content and admiration then annoyance. "I have a thing for manga and anime. It's practically my life!"
"Full-metal Alchemist? Black Butler? Haruhi Suzumiya? [2]"
"Yes, yes, and totally!" Jaymie smiled. "And Death Note!"
"Sounds cheerful," commented William, rolling his eyes.
"Speaking of cheerful," Chris said, "here comes Quinla!"
It must've been opposite day for Chris, because the next person to arrive was quite the opposite of cheerful. Her skin was deathly pale, her eyes dark and shadowed. Quinla's messy black hair with bloodred highlights was pulled back into a pony-tail, and she wore a black choker, black bracelets, and a dark grey t-shirt and black skinny jeans. Her crimson heels clicked on the dock as she gazed emptily at her competitors, her expression depressed.
"I see you've incorporated an emo this time around?" mused Zani as the others tried to stray away from the depressing girl.
"Well, duh!" snorted Chris as if he was just asked "Is the food here horrible?"
"Aw, she can't be too bad!" prompted Ion as he walked towards Quinla before kissing her for about a half-minute.
"Uh, gross!" exclaimed Luana.
"What can I say?" Ion grinned fake-deviously as Quinla continued to gaze into the sky. "I'm a gonzo! Everything comes on impulse!"
"And for our... like, twentieth contestant, we have Fonrol!" Chris announced.
Fonrol was also quite a pessimistic sight to behold. Dark red hair, dead lime green hair, skinny and fair-skinned, with a black hoodie, black pants, and combat boots. Nothing really special about him.
"Meh," Fonrol muttered before sitting on a nearby tree stump.
"Seems like a charmer," piped up Ellis sarcastically.
"Like you should talk about charm?" retorted Vanessa.
In all the hu-bub or whatever you would like to call it, Kentaro had found himself occupied with using squirrel tails to paint Anthony's face with mud.
"I'm sorry, Kentaro, but could you please stop?" asked Anthony politing, taking a step away from the psycho.
Kentaro shrugged and went off to start eating cattails he found by the lake.
"Okay, since we have quite surpassed our time limit," said Chris, staring down at his watch, "we'll have to introduce the rest of the contestants at once: Porter, Cole, Uni, Bailie, Xariene, and Natasha!"
Cole was literally just a younger copy of Chris. Nothing more to be said about him.
Porter was a spirited guy with light blonde hair, a bandana around his forehead, hyped up royal blue eyes, and a clarinet case by his side. He had a soccer-player build and fair skin, and wore a crimson, gold, and violet polo shirt with SBH printed on the lapel, black dress pants, and dress shoes. He easily made friends with the contestants, omit a psychopath, a quiet kid, an emo, a racist, and a feminist.
Uni arrived after those two, and wore an XBox headset over messy dusty-brown hair, a neon orange tank top with a Primeape and a Raticate [3] on it, red shorts, and blue sneakers, and had his brown eyes fixed on his PSP.
"Hey," was all he said as he sat down on the ground and continued playing.
The next contestant, Bailie, was quite pretty, and had long dirty blonde hair, shining amber eyes, and tan skin, and wore a low-cut black t-shirt with a bare left shoulder over a pink tank top, a pink pair of shorts, and yellow sandals.
"Great to see everybody!" she greeted merrily. Most were kind to her, and it was obvious that William quickly took a liking to her.
Xariene, who came after, was also kind with her, and spoke with an advanced vocabulary. She had a bit of a bubbly-cutesy look to her, with ginger hair, freckles, blue glasses with dark blue dot eyes, and a regular frame. She wore a pink sweater vest over a pinstriped electric purple short-sleeve shirt, blue jeans, and mocassins. Despite her geeky language and preppy attire, she seemed nice and quite a bit ditzy (to the annoyance of Vanessa), and managed to make Oliver pass out with boredom after giving him a lecture on the history of pi.
Everybody applauded to her after that.
And finally, the twenty-sixth contestant, was Natasha. Natasha was grouchy-looking, with straight black hair, solid grey eyes, tan skin, and a lean, boney frame that was clothed by a teal halter, white shorts, and teal sneakers.
"Gee, what competition," she muttered cynically.
"Gee, what logic," retorted Bailie. "You meet us for about thirty seconds and already decide that we're worthless."
"I agree!" exclaimed William, probably a bit louder than he had hoped. He blushed when everybody started staring at him. "What? I do!"
"'I do'," mocked Dylin, "words that we'll be hearing at you two's wedding in a couple years."
"Now that this grueling presentation ceremony is over," concluded Chris. "It's time to end the episode! We'll see you next time on Camp Tour Day-where our contestants will try out the confessional, be split into teams, and check out their cabins! Adios!"
[1] Just a little tribute to none other than TD fanfic-making hero, TheKoboldNecromancer!
[2] Easily my three favorite anime/mangas. EVER.
[3] Carrot and Peach (Raticate and Primeape) were the name of Marriland's wedlocke duo in Pokemon HeartGold.
So what do you guys think? Note: This is my first ever completed written piece of fanfiction. I appreciated criticism, as long as it's not ill-advised. I'd love to know what to improve on, what I do well, etcetera.
Next time: Slimin' Socks and Climbin' Rocks!