"Hello, viewers! My name is Chris McLean, and this is Total Drama: The K'wala Islands!"
A man stood on a dock. He was short, with raven black hair and eyes that glinted with mischief. He wore a blue tank-top and tan shorts- Chris' normal outfit, but with the weather taken into account. It was obviously very hot out, as Chris' brow was beaded with sweat.
An island stood on the other end of the dock. It had a large variety of visible trees and plants. As Chris spoke, a flock of birds flew away from a tree. On the east end of this island, a cliff jutted upwards like a spire. Multiple other islands were visible in the background.
"Throughout the next few weeks, fourteen contestants will live on K'wala Island, a 'special place' near Australia. Teams will compete to win challenges, and, after each one, a member of the losing team will be eliminated. Eventually, one contestant will win One Million Dollars!" Chris spread his arms wide.
"It's all right here, on…
Total!
Drama!
K'wala Island!"
-Theme Plays-
"It looks like our first few competitions have arrived!" Chris said as a couple of boats pulled into the dock. "Let's meet them now!"
"He's a gamer, but don't let that fool you- This cool cat plays to win! Please welcome… Logan!"
A tall, lanky teen stepped onto the dock. He wore large glasses that made his eyes look disproportionately large. His hair was bright orange and styled in a buzz cut. He over a lime green tee, Logan wore a black hoodie. Blue jeans and red sneakers completed the outfit. He looked like a nerd- until you noticed his expression, like he was calculating Chris' every move, or his posture, which was upright and proud.
"It's a pleasure, Chris," Logan said, shaking his hand. In Logan's other hand there was a large suitcase, which a portable game device hung out of.
"A pleasure?" Chris smiled knowingly. "You say that now."
Confessional: Logan
Logan stares at the camera in a deadpan. "'You say that now?' Who came up with that line?" He rolls his eyes. "I'm so intimidated."
Logan sidled over to the end of the dock as the next contestant disembarked. Unlike Logan, who had been tall and skinny, this teen was short and muscular. He wore a yellow tank top and blue jeans, which were ripped in several places. Sunglasses stood proudly on his place, accentuated by his jet black hair. Just by looking at this boy, you could tell he had no shortage of confidence.
"Up next, we have Taylor, the football star!"
"You know it!" Taylor shouted as he fist bumped Chris. "I'm here to win!"
Confessional: Taylor
"So, this is the famous confessional!" He glances around, evidently realizing that the confessional is merely an outhouse. "Wait a second…"
"Stand over there, Tay-Dog!" Chris said. "And let's welcome our next contestant! He's dorky, klutzy, and lovable- say hi, Cole!"
Cole tried to shake Chris' hand, but Chris recoiled. "Dude! You're soaking wet!"
"Yeah, I fell in the lake a couple of times," Cole said with a sheepish grin. His red tee shirt and blue shorts were plastered to his skin. His left shoe was completely missing, and his right was torn to shreds. Cole's blond hair might have looked good when it wasn't dripping- you couldn't be sure.
Confessional: Cole
Cole is soaked from head to toe, but his grin is prominent on his face. "I'm here! And I'm going to- Whoa!" Cole trips forward and smashes into the camera, which then shows static.
Confessional: Logan
Logan looks into the camera, which is, for some reason, cracked. "These fools are my competition? I'll have the prize in no time!"
"Just-just go over there. Make room for our your next opponent, Brad!"
The next contestant sauntered onto the dock. He was wearing a black vest over a white dress shirt- formal, but not functional. His black, wavy hair was tousled from his boat ride over, and his piercingly blue eyes stood out from his monochromatic outfit. Brad glanced at the others- Taylor, who was doing push ups for no reason, Cole, who had tripped over a loose board, and Logan, who had been knocked over in the process- and smirked. "Really lowering your standards, eh, Chris?"
Chris glared at him. "Of course we did, Brad. That's why you're here."
Confessional: Brad
"Ouch."
Confessional: Taylor
"Burned!"
"I do believe you have just been roasted, mein Freund."
Another contestant stepped off the boat, and everybody did a double-take. Whoever this teen was, he wore a purple waistcoat with sky blue highlights, a pink cravat, a purple coat with gold cuffs and shoulder bands, sky blue pants, and silver boots. This made him look like a police officer who had joined the circus- not the look that one wanted.
"Although," this new contestant said, brandishing- was that a cape?- "It matters not anyway since, in time, you'll all soon be enveloped in the shadow of me, Harald Skeithwick!"
Confessional: Logan
"If I dressed like a psychotic acrobat, I don't think I'd be forgotten either."
Confessional: Harald
Harald chuckles. "This petty competition shall be a walk in the park. These imbeciles do not compare to me in any way! Ha!" He hesitates. "Maybe I should be friendly to foster their trust."
After shaking Chris' hand, Harald joined the other boys. "Hello, fellow contestants. I am-"
"We heard." Brad interrupted. "Harald Skeithwick, blah, blah, blah. Smooth talker, blah blah blah. Most likely an asylum escapee, blah, blah, blah. Why don't you just can it and stay out of my business?"
"Well, I-" Harald began.
He was interrupted by Chris. "Please welcome our next hopeful, the Swedish man with a Swedish plan, Joshua!"
Joshua stepped onto the dock. He held himself confidently like he knew he was the best. His outfit consisted of a golden yellow jacket, blue jeans, and heavy brown boots. His black hair was in a bowl-like style, and when he stepped up to Chris, it was obvious that Joshua was very tall.
"Hallå, Chris! Make way for the next winner of Total Drama!" Joshua spoke in a thick Swedish accent, but his grammar was decent. He shook Chris' hand and stood with the others.
Confessional: Logan
"Winner? If that Swedish Meat-head wins, I'll eat my boxers. But, he could be an easy vote for me. Only time will tell…"
Confessional: Joshua
"All the people seem really nice! Especially Leugen!"
Chris turned to the camera. "Our last male contestant competing this season, please welcome, the one, the only, Gis- Gus- Gips- ugh, how do you say it?"
"It's Giuseppe," he said as he left the boat. Giuseppe, unlike Joshua, wore practical clothing- a white shirt with ITALIA written across it in red, white and green, black shorts and white running shoes. He was tall, muscular, and handsome, with perfectly tanned skin and silky brown hair. As the others watched, Giuseppe rushed over to a bird on the dock and smiled, admiring it.
"Hey!" Chris shouted. "I hate to break up Giuseppe x Bird, but we have a show to do."
"Of course!" Giuseppe agreed, returning to the host. "I'm a bit of a zoophile," he explained to the others while shaking Chris' hand.
"A what?" Taylor gasped, shocked. "That's gotta be illegal!"
Giuseppe stared at him. "Zoophile means animal lover."
Confessional: Taylor
"Ohhhhhhhh… ha ha. I was way off!"
Chris directed Giuseppe over to the rest of the boys, before turning back to the camera. "Those are our boys, everyone! With that, we move onto the female competitors, starting with the silent artist, Olivia!"
A short girl stepped onto the dock. It was impossible to see what her features looked like because her black hair (with a shock of pink) covered her face. She wore a black sweater with a pink flower on it and a pink skirt. Black flats completed the ensemble.
Confessional: Cole
"Who is this girl? I mean, she doesn't talk and she covers her face. I don't care why, but I want to figure her out. What's Olivia's angle?"
Confessional: Olivia
Olivia sits facing the camera. She doesn't speak.
Chris extended his hand. Olivia ignored his gesture and walked over to the boys, who were clearly making an effort not to stare.
Chris cleared his throat. "Okay… Next up, the OCD germaphobe, Pearl!"
"I am not OCD or a germaphobe!" Pearl insisted as she leaped onto the dock. She wore a red and green shirt that matched her maroon hair. She also had blue jeans and white Vans. "I just like everything to be clean, and organized, and coordinated, and perfect, and-"
"Pearl." Chris snapped his fingers to try and get her attention.
"Yes?" Pearl asked.
Chris motioned to his outstretched hand.
Confessional: Pearl
"Touche, Chris. Handshakes are a leading source of contamination."
Pearl almost reached for his hand but recoiled and ran over to the others. "Just introduce the next girl!"
"No need." Another girl stepped on the dock, and everybody gasped.
This girl wore a black tee shirt with a skull on it, black tights, a blue skirt with chains, black boots, and a black leather jacket. Her hair was dyed black and her lipstick was midnight blue. She looked like a mugger- but her eyes ruined the image. They were a brilliant shade of purple and they shone with mischief. Nevertheless, she looked like the one person who you hoped you'd never meet.
"Name's Koh," she said, giving a terrified Chris a fist-bump, before strolling over to the group. The others gave her a wide berth.
Confessional: Koh
Koh laughs. "These morons are all scared of me! If I wanted to win I'd be golden!" her smile quickly fades. "I mean... since I want to win I will be golden."
Confessional: Joshua
Joshua just stares at the camera with fear in his eyes. Then he faints.
"Now that we're all properly terrified, please welcome our next competitor! She's a blogger with a positive attitude, Marisa!"
Marisa jumped onto the deck enthusiastically. She wore a simple blue sundress with white heels. Her wavy red hair was tied back, and her dark gray eyes were at odds with her smile.
"OMG!" Marisa yelled, shaking Chris' hand. "I'm here!" she turned to the camera. "That's right, viewers, I, Marisa Campbell, am on Total Drama!" she turned back to Chris. "I have, like, six hundred thousand blog followers who wanted me to do this."
Chris looked like he was already regretting hosting. "Alright. Why don't you introduce yourself to the others?"
This she did with enthusiasm.
Confessional: Marisa
"OMGOMGOMG! I'm on Total Drama! For those of you who don't know me, I'm Marisa, and I'm a blogger! This is going to be uber fun!"
Confessional: Brad
"OMG!" Brad says mockingly. "She is way too positive, for being that beautiful-" he stops and stares at the screen in horror. "Crap!"
"Next up, she's a completely normal girl- except for the fact that she's a psychic. Lain, everybody!" Chris said as Lain stepped onto the dock. She wore a light blue jacket over a white button-up shirt, a black skirt, and black flats. She seemed to be happily oblivious to the fact that everyone was staring at her- that is until she came near Chris.
"Hey!" she pointed at Chris. "That's not very polite!"
Confessional: Koh
"She's not really a psychic."
Confessional: Lain
"I detected a lot of skepticism from the goth girl. And, by the way, to clear things up, I am not a psychic. I am an empath, meaning I read emotions, not minds." She smiles. "But they don't have to know that…"
Lain breezed by Chris, who had his hand outstretched. He just faced the camera awkwardly. "Next up, our tough-as-nails lady, Winona!"
Winona stepped onto the dock. She was muscular and frankly, rather intimidating. She wore a blood red tank top and black jeans. Her hair was messily tied back in a ponytail, more for function than fashion. "So!" she barked. "These are the weaklings I'll be against."
Koh stepped forward. "Say that again, honey."
"Why?" Winona asked. "Is your hearing as bad as your fashion sense?"
"Yes," Koh admitted, "it must be since whenever you start talking, all I hear is a donkey."
Winona launched herself at Koh, and the two started brawling. Some of the boys tried to help, but couldn't do much. Finally, Taylor was able to separate them.
Confessional: Winona
"That stupid-"
Confessional: Koh
"-slimy-"
Confessional: Winona
"-evil-"
Confessional: Koh
"-piece of-"
Confessional: Chris McLean
"This should be fun."
Chris smiled at the camera. "Well, then, it looks like we're down to our last contestant! She's a cheerleader with enthusiasm… Brittany!"
A short, blonde girl practically jumped onto the dock. She was wearing her cheerleader's outfit- a blue tank top, a white pleated skirt, her hair in pigtails- and she looked excited to be on this show. "I'm here! This is, like, so amazing!"
Confessional: Brittany
"I'm not as stupider as I look, you know. I'm totally intelligential!"
Confessional: Taylor
Taylor stares into space and sighs. "Brittany…"
Brittany shook Chris' hand while jumping up and down. She ran over to the others with the same elated expression. "Hey, guys! I'm Brittany!"
The view panned outwards to show all fourteen contestants and Chris, who smiled. "These are our fourteen contestants, everybody! Who will thrive? Who will crack? Who will be eliminated first? And who will win it all? Find out on…"
"Total!"
"Drama!"
"The K'wala Islands."
That's Episode One Part One, everyone! I'm going to have a running poll on my profile on who will win, so make sure to check that out! Enjoy!
Contestants:
Brad- The Realist
Brittany- The Cheerleader
Cole- The Klutz
Giuseppe- The Italian Animal Lover
Harald- The Poisonous Poet
Joshua- The Stuck-Up Swede
Koh- The Manipulative Rebel
Lain- The Quirky Psychic
Logan- The Genteel Gamer
Marisa- The Genki Blogger
Olivia- The Silent Artist
Taylor- The Avid Athlete
Pearl- The "Not" OCD
Winona- The Tough Girl