This is just a little project that I wanna do. It's basically the minds of the people who get eliminated on Total Drama: Pahkitew Island. Every couple days, a new chapter will be posted in the order of the eliminations for the newest seasons, giving us the inside thoughts of what leads to a characters eliminations. This little project is actually just a way for me to get to learn the new characters a bit. So yeah :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama! If I did, then that would be totally awesome! But I don't. So it's totally lame .-.
A new island. A new cast. A new challenge.
Pahkitew Island. Fourteen competitors. Build shelter.
And then there's me. I'm new to you. But old to myself. Same old sound effects. Same old personality. Just me. But you wouldn't really know me. After all, I'm the first one that leaves Pahkitew Island. I was also the last one to enter the blimp that transported us to the island, but being a viewer, you wouldn't know that. So I'm here the shortest.
I'm Beardo. Naw, that ain't my real name. But does it matter? I totally think that living in the moment is great. And my moment is as Beardo. Every day will have the sound of sweet victory instead of the dreaded cawing of crows. Those two sounds, as bizarre as each one could be, are entirely different and set the mood.
Why did I run in slow motion? Let me tell you: it was to live in the moment of adding a little flair to the challenge. Gotta admit, the sound effect was a little worth being hit in the bulls-eye. That was the end of that round.
Being on Pahkitew Island could be a fun adventure. You discover something, and the sound of a treasure chest opening up plays in the back of your mind. Except for the fact that our team didn't find much in that pile of stuff. I liked Leonard's idea of combining everything to make a Wizard Tower.
But the island didn't agree. The sound of hooves galloping against the ground trampled that idea and our chance of winning.
It really is a terrible thing to be on the losing team of the first challenge. No sound effect is needed. Just the outraged cries of every being that belongs to the team. That sound alone will let you know the agony that everyone feels. The pain. The angst. The realism. Our outraged cries reflect everything that a soundboard truly can't.
"Welcome to the Pahkitew Island elimination area," Chris greets.
We sit in front of him on the tree stumps readily available to us. We sit clustered in a group. There is no hatred amongst us. We don't know one another yet. But that still doesn't change the fact that one of us will be facing the tire squeals and blared horns of a car accident.
"This is where we determine who stays to play another day and who gets a one-way ticket home," the host continues. "The votes are in; if I hand you a marshmallow, then you're safe." He throws the marshmallows to the names he calls. I turn towards each person as he calls them, waiting for my name.
Sky squeals when she cups the marshmallow in her hand. "Yes!" the girl cheers. She could almost be the making of a soundboard.
Shawn and Ella merely smile. Dave catches the marshmallow like a man catching a baseball in his mitt. I imagine the softening thud of a ball hitting leather. Sugar catches the marshmallow in her mouth. I can hear her teeth grinding when she eats it.
But I don't hear my name. There's only Leonard and I left. The first day. The first challenge. The first losers. And the first bottom two. Today is a day of a lot of firsts.
Chris continues speaking. "You are safe," he announces. He looks at me and I look at him; our eyes lock. "Beardo… you did very little to help your team and tried to convince us that Sugar farted." A sound escapes my mouth, clearly showing that I was caught. Sugar frowns at me, crossing her arms over her chest. It is just a little light-hearted humor. It was an opportune moment earlier; I just had to go for it.
Chris's eyes glide over to the other member in the bottom two. "Leonard, you think you're a wizard. And you convinced your team to build something very, very stupid."
Now, Chris, is it really so wrong to think that you're something? He thinks he's a wizard. Miss Ella thinks she's a princess. You think you're the greatest thing that there is. Me? Ya'll know what I think I am: a soundboard. And I don't think I am. I know I am. So there is always a possibility.
Leonard starts to say something, but fumbles, telling us, or himself, to forget it.
"Uh, yeah," Chris says, shrugging his shoulders. He holds the last marshmallow between his fingers. His fingers squish into it. He holds it up. "Okay! The last marshmallow goes to…"
He pauses, building up the tension. I can hear every sound effect going through my mind as he holds the silence. Jaws, a tuba, everything. But as my eyes shift back and forth, I realize that the sounds in my head stop. And that's the worst fear-inducing sound that anybody can face: silence.
But then there's the moment when you don't get a marshmallow, and you know that the fear you felt is real. The eminent silence in my mind was correct. Now you know that you're the first one going home. It's just like you're Pac-Man, dying all over again and losing your last life; I think I just made that noise.
"Game over," Dave murmurs, sighing with relief. He had been telling me to stop with my sound effects nearly every time I had made one. Even if it was just to lighten the mood. He voted for me.
Am I bitter about it? Naw. Should I be? Naw. It's the purpose of the game. I just don't understand why I'm the one that's going home. Was it really because of all of my sound.
Chris isn't done speaking. "This island is named Pahkitew, which is the Cree word for exploding. So, we thought it fitting that this season's mode of transportation home should be something with a bang."
He walks off and I follow. I can hear the funeral march playing through my head. Or perhaps the tolling of a bell would be most fitting, considering I'm not actually dead. Morbid, I know. But this is the way that the sound board thinks. The rest of the team follows too, but it takes a while for them to decide to actually do so. I'm not really sure why. It's not like a crowd is needed to see the death.
But it's probably the curiosity of the mode of transportation. I'm curious too, especially because soundboards love bangs.
Chef Hatchet is standing in front of something big. That something is covered by a sheet. And that something is my mode of transportation that has the bang. He hands me a helmet. "Hurry up and put that on!" he orders.
I shrug compliantly and try to put it on, but my fro is just too big for the helmet to handle. In all honesty, my hair will be a better helmet, but I keep the helmet anyway. Chef slightly pulls back the sheet and opens a hatch. "Get in there!"
I squeeze in and he locks me in. It's dark and I cannot tell what it is. I just know that it has a bang.
I hear the footsteps of Chris and my ex-team approaching. They stop walking and I heard Chris clear his throat. "Without further ado, I give you the boom of abashment, the kablam of chagrin!" he cries. The image in my head has him throwing his arms in the air as trumpets play triumphantly behind him. "This season's humiliating way home: the Cannon of Shame."
A cannon. A bang. I should've realized that I was in a cannon before Chris announced it or before Chef pulled the sheet off. I pull myself forward towards the starry sky until my head is sticking out.
"Any last words?" Chris asks me. I make a sound, almost as if I was a broken electronic. "So long, Beardo!" Chris says.
Before he can do anything – move, speak, or even breathe – I start the bang. Every good show needs to end with a bang, even if my show had just started. I was still here; that's more than you viewers have ever been able to do.
He groans in annoyance. "Enough already!" he says.
Next thing I know, I'm being shot out of the cabin. "It was really nice to meet all of youuuuuuuu!" I cry.
There are two things wrong with those last words that I said on the island. Or as I was leaving the island.
One: I didn't meet them. It was only a day. Tell me, what can you do in a day that you meet a person? Learn names? I did that. There aren't a lot of people and names were said all day. Get to know somebody? It takes more than a day to do this. You could learn somebody's favorite color, but easily forget it the next day. It takes constant reminders and conversation to really learn about somebody.
Two: Nobody met me. I was the last one on and I am the first one off. Nobody knows my story. Nobody knows me. I have a fro of unruly hair and a beard that gives me my name. My shirt has a grease stain on it. The point? Nobody knows this soundboard and they won't because of when I left Pahkitew Island. I'm going to be a person that is judged without even being known.
But it's all going to be okay. You can't stop the soundboard from making its tunes.
My name is Beardo. Ya'll will know me as the Human Soundboard. And I'm the first to be eliminated on Pahkitew Island.
So what do you think? Love it? Hate it? Wanna kill me in my sleep because of it? If you answered yes to any of these, schweet!
And if you answered yes to the third one? -slowly shakes head- I'm not giving you my address. So you can have sweet dreams about killing me!
Until next time,
KaidaThorn