Disclaimer: The Total Drama series and everything in it belongs to, not me, but to Teletoon, Fresh T.V., Cartoon Network, and whatever other international company can afford and have bought the rights to it. That's right. I don't own it, but a guy can dream, can he? There's also violence, language, mild sexual themes and other things that you can see in a reality show.
Notes: I am officially revealing the secret twist to you now: The teams have already been selected, and who gets on which team will be decided right here and right now. Plus, it's not like any ordinary Total Drama season: Charlie and Dalton are also competing against each other on who can assemble the better team, similar to The Voice. Who do you think will have the best team?
This also introduces the Confessional Booth, where both contestants and hosts can air their feelings towards the competition and fellow showmates.
Total Drama Revolution: Los Angeles Episode 2 - #TeamCharlie
Pride. Strength. Willpower. Charm. Intelligence. Wit.
These are the qualities that for years have created the perfect reality show competitor, and for years, Total Drama has experimented in creating the perfect champion. A true underdog. A strong spirit. A fire within their soul. A golden heart with golden dreams.
The takeover begins here, in the City of Angels, and after getting many applications, we have selected twenty-four contestants to compete in this year's cycle. Who will survive the party, and who will part this soiree early? All they have to do is survive the party of the century. This is Total Drama Revolution: Los Angeles. [1]
The San Fernando Valley sizzled profoundly below the eleven o'clock sunshine, as the rays rolled past the ridges of Beverly Hills into the skyscrapers of downtown. The mansion was no different, its cream walls accentuated by the brightness of day, and the decorations arranged elegantly. Standing in front of the mansion by the road leading through was Charlie with a huge smile on his face.
"Welcome back to TDR, everybody!" he greeted in a chipper tone. "This is Charlie Stevens, one of the hosts of the new cycle, and just last week, we opened up spots for you guys to compete for the million dollar prize this season. Well, the wait is over!" He jumped to his right toward the road beyond him, catching a glimpse of the garden behind him.
"Not only are you going to see the contestants today," he continued, "but they have also been selected for a team. After all the apps were collected and the teens were chosen, Dalton and I chose the teams from the get-go. Even we're competing to see who made the better team." He pointed his thumbs proudly at himself, almost as if he won the million dollars himself. "That would be me. Now let's get ready to meet Team Charlie!"
He then spotted a large onyx black limo peer from the peak of the hill, heading straight toward the house, and cheered silently to himself. "The first contestant of my team has arrived!" He squealed in celebration as the limo parked beside him.
What came out of the parked limo was not what Charlie had expected. A dainty foot, covered by a purple Converse high-top peaked from the open spot from the door, then retracted just as quickly. Charlie tilted his head curiously to try to comprehend what just happened, only to be greeted by a burst of silver smoke coming from the windows, giving off a smell stronger than the mansion's potpourri.
"Who the hell would burn sages inside a limo?" he complained. "There's not that much space inside. They might suffocate!"
A female head popped out of the heavily scented limo, her emerald eyes wearily surveying the front of the mansion for something. Her golden blonde hair seemed to have survived the excess smoke, as well as her turquoise headband. Her orange dressed glowed above her leggings, and just about every inch of her smelled like her grandmother. Charlie eyed her curiously as she continued her peeking routine.
"Something wrong?" he asked. "It looks like you're being stalked and you think he's here. Not a problem here. The only stalker we have is Dalton."
She looked his way and quietly gasped. "Oh, sorry," she apologized. "It's just that there's so many bad vibes here. Maybe I should have brought more sage." As she contemplated on the thought, the driver almost immediately catapulted her and her belongings out of the limo, still steaming with the smoke of sage. [2]
"Wait!" she cried out desperately. "The limo might have bad luck! You're spreading it across an entire metropolitan city, you know!" Silence. After realizing that the limo was long gone and the driver couldn't hear her anymore, she sighed, dusted her orange dress and silently walked over to the slightly confused host.
"This has been sufficiently awkward," he muttered. "And judging by your desperation in the search for bad omens, you must be Whitney McDowell. I trust that the dispelling is going well?" She merely shook her head and held out a bunch of four-leaf clovers toward him. All Charlie could do was smile but refuse, holding out his medallion.
"Actually, I'm good," he stated vindictively, holding out the medallion between them, assuring no harm to her. "Plus, the mansion isn't scheduled for repairs until the end of the season, Chris doesn't own any black cats, and no one uses salt on their plates. I even performed some rituals of my own."
Whitney sighed in relief. "Thank God," she stated in relief. "I was afraid that I had to set these myself." She dragged a black duffel bag that appeared to be heavy for her and gave it to Charlie, who too struggled. He opened the bag to reveal horseshoes, bundles of sage, and shamrocks of all sizes.
[Confessional Cam – Charlie]
Charlie: "Amen, girl! Though the Hinduist bit kinda threw me off guard, she won't have to worry about bad luck. She's pretty armed, and I laid out my own set of lucky charms before we started shooting the commercial. So we're good!"
[End Confessional]
"Maybe this is where Lucky carries his Lucky Charms?" he joked nervously, following up with a few chuckles. Silence. "Let's just get to the next limo."
Another black limo, which appeared while Charlie surveyed Whitney's lucky charm bag, opened to reveal a dark-haired male carrying a large surfboard along with his belongings. To Charlie's surprise, however, he looked almost like Dalton: green eyes that could hypnotize any female, a white skin tone as rich as a latte, and a muscular surfer build to top it all off. The only difference was that his hair was as dark as Charlie's, yet styled like a rockstar. His open red-checkered flannel blew with the wind, revealing a black T-shirt that augmented the muscles on his torso.
"Oh, dear Lord," he whimpered.
The boy reached out a hand with a smile on his face. "It's so nice to meet you!" he greeted cheerfully.
"And yet another me," Charlie cheered in a hushed tone before he approached the second member of his team. "Kenny Stephenson, the surfer from the beach cities! Bet it didn't take you too long for you to reach this place. You practically already live here."
Kenny agreed soulfully. "It took me about an entire playlist just to get here," he replied. "Though I did play that new Emblem3 song on repeat for a while…" He carried his surfboard and suitcases and headed for where Whitney stood. "I guess I better get going! Don't wanna miss this for the world!" [3]
[Confessional Cam – Charlie]
Charlie: "Kenny has a golden heart with a strong mind that can help him in any challenge. The way he tries to combine his intelligence with the charm so that the latter doesn't affect him as much warms my heart greatly. And that explains why he'd be a good asset on the team."
[End Confessional]
He rotated toward Whitney, and his surfboard rotated a great deal with him, almost knocking Charlie off his feet. "Whoa!" he warned. "A little too close to the bubble!" He waved his hand in front of him as if he were creating a force field around him and the surfboard that could have killed him.
Kenny nervously chuckled and gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry," he quickly said. "Sometimes I just can't control this thing."
He walked over to Whitney, who in turn held a horseshoe at her palm, waving it around Kenny. "Just consider it a welcoming gift," she stated profusely.
"Thanks, horseshoe girl!" he thanked in a chipper mood.
Another limo parked by the three, just as silent as the other two were. "Must be another one of us, I'm guessing, Mr. Charlie, sir?" Kenny assured.
Out came a girl with sandy blond hair, which Charlie could make out was a similarity to Mollie of the Saturdays, straightened by a purple headband. Her eyes were big and blue, surveying the three, and her pale skin and curvaceous body captured Charlie's eyes. Her arms were crossed with anxiety, easily shown from her tank top decorated with alternating purple and white stripes. Her hoop earrings glistened with the sun, her blue jeans stretched as she shifted her weight from one leg to another, and her buckled boots clicked with each tap of her foot. She looked back at Charlie, and then through the mansion where the other two stood.
"Not bad at all," she complimented. "I was expecting another half-a**ed attempt at actual living quarters, courtesy of Chris. Impressive move, Charlie."
He flashed a smile in return. "Just thank the producers who had the idea to finally shoot this season in the States," he replied humbly. "Nice to meet you too, Marissa Allen. You do remind me of someone, though."
This set her off completely; she lunged toward Charlie hastily, her eyes blazing into fused rage, her hands trembling to find a decent reaction. "Don't," she growled. "Don't even say it."
"I was going to say Mollie from The Saturdays," he managed to choke out of shock. "They're a British band. Pretty amazing live. She's so beautiful." [4]
She lowered her guard from the flushed young host and calmed herself down from the pent-up rage she built up from her almost-offense, sighing in relief. "That was a relief," she sighed calmly. "For a second I thought you were going to say-"
"Lindsay?" Kenny bellowed, not even paying attention to what happened between Marissa and Charlie.
Marissa's rage refueled as she lunged toward Kenny with as much force as before. "Excuse me?!" she screamed, offended by the name. "What did you say about me?"
"Lindsay Lohan just got another DUI," he managed to choke out. "And she's having another on-and-off relationship with Max George. Can't she just go to jail already?"
She loosened her rage on the surfer and released her pent-up anger with a few breaths and brushed on her jeans like before. "Sorry," she timidly apologized. "I just get so uptight whenever people compare me to…" She shuddered at the last word. "…her."
"Ah, I see," he replied. "I should be the one apologizing though. I should have paid more attention to your perks. It would have ben the gentlemanly thing to do."
Marissa scoffed at his remark. "Oh, please," she retorted. "A real gentleman hasn't existed since 1995." [5] She abruptly walked away, head shifted high, over to where Whitney was.
[Confessiona Cam – Charlie]
Charlie: "This girl is FIERCE! Going with that Beyonce kind of ideal proves that she does have the willpower to get through the haters, and that represents the spirit of what I'm trying to create with this team. I'd like to see what else she can do in the future."
[End Confessional]
Another limo parked by the four teens, screeching by just as silently as the other three arrivals. The boy who exited from its doors was no different: he smiled and nodded intently at Charlie, pen at hand and a spare pencil tucked at the space between his ear and his scalp.
"That pen in your hand," Charlie began to ask. "Are you tallying Silences? If so, I'm definitely up for joining you. Doctor Who is practically in right now."
"Not exactly," the boy replied back. "I just like taking notes. They're perfect for whatever story ideas end up trailing in my head."
Charlie smiled back. "Yes, I know writing is your forte, Mr. Jamie Guerrero. I just wish I could have read a sample of one of your stories."
"Yes. It's refreshing to see someone take in respect for the arts once in a while."
"I respect the arts, too!" Whitney called out, holding out her charm bracelet. "See these charms? You can arrange them any way you want to. It doesn't affect the luck within."
Jamie cringed at the sound of Whitney ending her sentence with a preposition. "You can't just put a preposition at the end of a sentence!" he growled in frustration. "That's just the rules of the English language!"
"I know how you feel, Jamie," Charlie replied, trying to intervene before another tantrum could be pulled. "I tried correcting my English teacher once, and he teaches college English. It was the most repulsing thing an English teacher would do."
"Finally!" Jamie rejoiced. "Someone who actually gets what I go through every single day of my life!"
[Confessional Cam – Charlie]
Charlie: "He scares me, but he does have an eye for a bit of sophistication. I love how he believes in the whole 'art imitating life' deal, and I'm a spelling Nazi as well, so he does fit within my realm."
[End Confessional]
"All righty then," Charlie sighed. "Let's just move on to the next contestant. Hopefully this silent streak can continue."
The fifth limo cruising toward the mansion, however, was not as silent as the others hoped for it to be. Right as the large car approached the peak of the hill, the entire area was blasted with "Entertainment" by Phoenix. Charlie started swaying to the music, Kenny was bobbing his head, and the others simply peaked from the two to find out what was going on.
"I hear music," Charlie said joyfully, still swaying to the music. "That either means we have a musician or the carne asada burritos I ordered a while ago just came."
"I'm pretty sure it would be the latter, Charlie," Jamie answered, the others nodding in agreement.
The limo stopped by them, music still under full blast, and the door opened to reveal what appeared to be another guy who resembled a replica of Trent, but shorter, carrying his guitar.
"Umm, dude?" Charlie started with a small degree of sarcasm. "I'm pretty sure the guitar dude act has already been done." What came out of the young guitarist's mouth, however, was not what anyone else expected.
"I'm not a dude!" a feminine voice protested. Her hazel eyes dazzled with a fire that the teens found interesting, her streaky black hair glistened with the sun's rays, the red locks from her tips imitating a unique ombre most girls her age couldn't pull off. She looked like a guy, both facially and bodily, with skinny muscles popping out of her body. Everyone could tell she was a bona fide musicial.
"Oh, I see," he corrected himself. "You must be Jan Krieger, also known as the next Dani Shay. I take it you get this often?"
"Pretty much. So this is where we're gonna be staying? Sounds legit."
"That's a sentence fragment," Jamie interrupted.
"No one cares," Jan rebutted. "I'm here for the music and for the game, not to be corrected by some random teenager." She eyed him with a weird look. "No matter how much he looks like a middle-aged British dude."
"I have a question," Kenny added in. "Who the hell is Dani Shay?"
This time, it was Marissa who wanted to speak. "Hello? Haven't you heard of the Internet? She's one of the most popular artists in America's Got Talent, most famous for her Justin Bieber look-alike image?" Jan and Charlie looked at each other with a surprised look.
[Confessional Cam – Charlie]
Charlie: "I believe Dani Shay was another one of those before her, so I know all about her type. She's very creative and with that understanding, she possesses a mix of fire and soul in her heart. Yet another thing I want to experiment with."
[End Confessional]
"And it looks like the gauntlet has been thrown!" Charlie announced toward the five. Who will be next to enter this sea of drama?"
Jan pulled his head forward. "Try looking forward, because the next limo just pulled up," she answered sarcastically.
Coming out of the limo was yet another boy, this time looking more average than the others who stood by Charlie. His dirty blond mullet flowed with the wind, and his hazel eyes scanned the mansion with an excited flow. His eyes looked like Christmas ornaments: mainly green with specks of red. On top of that, he was tall, dark, and lean, perfect for a cross-country player. He tugged on his blue shirt timidly, as if he were at panel on an episode of America's Next Top Model. His dark green shoes and black and red shoes were also perfect for his prime sports image.
"Another sports junkie, I see," Charlie started. "Must be Samuel Zin, our own underestimated cross-country runner, which I honestly don't understand because I think people would notice the mullet."
"You know what they say," Jan retorted. "Business in the front, party in the back!"
"I don't really go to parties," Sam replied timidly.
"Surprising enough. He even looks like the typical heartthrob a la Billy Ray Cyrus."
"Maybe that could work with a four-leaf clover on his head?" Whitney suggested, reaching into her bag before Sam stopped her.
"No thanks," he said, laying his hand on hers and setting down the four-leaf clover. "I'm good."
Charlie gave him a vindicated look. "You fight your own battles," he lauded. "That's what I like about you. Spirited even when no one else would even notice."
"We noticed!" Jan called out from the back.
[Confessional Cam – Charlie]
Charlie: "Samuel contains what I believe is underdog potential. He runs cross-country and possesses a strong heart with a lot of defenses. I actually wouldn't be surprised if he won this thing, but I'll leave that to performance."
[End Confessional]
"Just what I needed," Sam said bluntly. "My very own fan club." He smiled to Charlie before walking toward the contestants.
"Now, while we're still ahead of schedule," He announced to himself. Suddenly, a large screech echoed across the premises and another limo edged to a halt just centimeters away from Charlie's knees, petrifying just about everyone. The person who exited the limo was just as chaotic. Her dark brown hair looked messy, supposedly from the limo ride alone, and her brown oval eyes bore daggers toward the teens. Likewise, her outfit, a sky blue tank top that bled through her white-to-gray shirt, a seemingly wrinkled black-blue cardigan, blue jeans and grey-blue Nikes, appeared to be affected by the drive as well. Her grey choker appeared to be clung to her wrist like a handcuff.
"Hey!" she bellowed harshly from the car. "Maybe if you could keep your eyes on the road for once I would have avoided this headache!"
"I'm sorry, mademoiselle," a voice hastily apologized, uneasy from almost crushing the unsuspecting host.
"Maybe you will be sorry once I tell everyone about your little stunt that you pulled-"
"Jean Que, everybody!" Charlie announced to the millions of viewers watching. "I'm sure that everyone's enjoying this little catastrophe on public television."
"Public television, you say," she replied, turning to Charlie. "Aren't you a little too young for hosting in public television?"
Charlie nodded politely. "Yes, yes I am." [6]
Jean nodded in response. "Impressive." She surveyed the place thoroughly. "Well, this does seem pretty intriguing. Tell me why I'm here again?"
"Competing, that's for sure," Jamie called out. "It's supposed to be a competition. You do remember that, right?"
She quickly regained her stance. "Yeah, you do seem right about that. I'll just sit here while the host kid hogs the camera a bit more, 'kay?" She sauntered next to Jamie and fixed her clothes, still distressed from the limo ride.
[Confessional Cam – Charlie]
Charlie: "Yet another Beyonce-type girl with both a fierce attitude and a golden heart. Her tendency to stay strong through controversy is glorious and very inspirational. Either way, whether she wins or not, she will touch many hearts just by being on the show."
[End Confessional]
"I gotta say that this was probably the most interesting introduction that I've seen thus far," Charlie announced, regaining his host-like stance. "Hopefully, we'll get less scare and more gentleness."
The next limo screeched to a halt behind him, making him yelp in trepidation. The teen that came out of it, however, was just as scary as he thought. All Charlie saw was a big, hulking shadow.
"May I help you?" the teen asked rather calmly. He scratched his Yankees hat, nearly covering his brown buzz cut, and his brown eyes glowed with sincerity rather than tenacity. Anyone could tell that he was well toned, as most of his muscles were bulging from his red Throwdown-styled shirt and dark blue jeans.
"Yes, the walking contradiction himself, Daniel Kent," Charlie announced. "I guess you're not trying to hurt me?"
"Why would I ever do that?" he replied. "I'm pretty sure I'd get eliminated on the first day."
Jamie looked up. "He's got a point, you know," he stated.
"Point taken," Charlie happily replied, fully recovered from his almost scared trance induced by Daniel. "I'm still getting used to the ghetto here, so I totally feel for you."
Whitney raised her hand. "I have a question. What's a ghetto?" she asked, with everyone facepalming after.
Daniel looked at the others in confusion and shrugged. "Maybe I should just walk over to where they are," he said to Charlie, who raised an eyebrow at him.
[Confessional Cam – Charlie]
Charlie: "A true fighter is what he is. Not only is he strong both physically and mentally, he has the sensitivity to balance out that roughneck build that pushes him away from being known as just violent. And being bullied is another example of that underdog potential that he has, though I wouldn't really consider him an underdog."
[End Confessional]
"That was kinda awkward," the young host reused as Daniel walked over to his fellow competitors. "Eight down, four more to go. Who's next?"
Charlie's spirited announcements were soon drowned out by a loud medley of All Time Low songs blasting from the limo approaching the mansion, resulting in people covering their ears or rocking out to the music.
"I'm in love with All Time Low, so this should be good," he cheered just as the next contestant, a female, arrived near the group, earphones plugged into her ears. He observed her black-to-pink wavy ombre flowing with the tailwind and her golden brown almond eyes and at first he thought her hair looked like ice cream. She looked slightly skinny, as much as any teenage girl would, and her tattoos on her wrist and ankle were completely visible.
"Are you just gonna stand there?" she asked sarcastically. "Or are you gonna introduce me already?"
"By your fully autographed Pierce the Veil shirt and sneakers, you must be one of those rocker chicks," he introduced. "Alice Nicole Rolands, I believe."
Alice looked around the premises, expecting something else other than the semi-grand entrance given to her already. "Where's your little partner in crime? What's his name again?"
"Are you sure you're not talking about the guy who looks like Liam Hemsworth?" Jean added, making Charlie fake a gag.
"Dalton does not look like Liam Hemsworth," he scoffed. "I'm even surprised he styles his hair that way. It's not him!"
"Sounds like a personal problem," Alice mumbled, patting on his shoulder repeatedly. "Good luck, Charlie."
[Confessional Cam – Charlie]
Charlie: "I'm absolutely in love with this girl! She's more of a Hayley Williams meets Cher Lloyd kind of personality and look, and her charisma is off the chain. I bet Dalton will be surprised when this gem gets on my team and not his."
[End Confessional]
Alice skipped next to where Kenny stood, and he eyed her curiously. "What's with the scar?" he asked profusely.
"It's a long story," she answered. "I was playing with a hammer." She then gave him an eerie stare. "You finish the puzzle." The last phrase made Kenny back away slowly.
"Let's not push it any farther," he recommended just as the next limo appeared by his side. However, the door suddenly slammed at his butt, causing him to cringe in semi-forced pain. "Apparently no one knows the meaning of 'pushing it any farther'."
The boy who appeared from inside looked at him in sincerity. "I'm really sorry," he said in apology. "Did that hurt?"
Charlie turned to see a Latino teen staring at him with shock. The first detail he noticed was his short faux hawk with almost fiery light brown tips. Then came his caramel brown eyes, glancing at him with an apologetic look. He wore a fedora hat, similar to Charlie, and his black V-neck accentuated his lean physique. He carried his computer, a duffel bag and another suitcase with him, yet all eyes were soon on the duffel bag. He responded by shaking his head and giving the clear to him.
"It's fine," he responded coyly. "I'm pretty known as a klutz back at school. You must be that DJ I've been waiting for, Damien Frost. Sounds pretty regular for a Latino name."
"What's your point?" Alice interrupted. "You're Asian and you have a blatantly British name."
Charlie raised his hands defensively. "Regardless."
Damien simply shrugged and looked over to the other teens. "Is he always like this?" he asked curiously.
"It's hard to tell," Jamie responded. "He's either trying to make us comfortable and trying to act professional at the same time."
"It's Total Drama," Marissa retorted. "When has anyone been professional?" Many of the contestants nodded their heads in agreement, while Charlie laughed nervously.
"Nervous laughing," Damien started muttering to the young host. "Never any good. Maybe you should try calming down a bit."
Charlie took a deep breath before regaining his previously perky attitude. "Just two more people and my time will be over," he sighed. "Thanks for the advice, Damien."
[Confessional Cam – Charlie]
Charlie: "Yet another creative face that I would love to see on the show, and plus, he's a DJ? Super sweet! The whole DJ part and his willpower do make a promising TV personality once he gets into the show. Best of luck to him nonetheless."
[End Confessional]
"This hosting thing looks a lot harder than it looks," he said bluntly. "Maybe it's just because I've never met you guys before in my life."
Another limo screeched in front of Charlie, resulting in him emitting an equally pitched, equally loud scream. Contrary to the chaos that had occurred before, the next contestant was less enthusiastic than the rest were. Charlie merely had one small glance at the girl's eyes before she descended her head. Her auburn side fringe swung over her head like a wistful array of red hydrangeas, with a black rose to top it off. The first impression he got just from her appearance was that she was a pale pixie, seeing that her head only rose up to his chest. He could also see the multitude of scars running through the top of her tricep area out her sleeve. He waved his right hand to get her attention, but to no avail.
"Earth to short girl," he called. "Are you gonna say something?"
She simply turned away and trudged over to the other teens awaiting their fate.
"Silent girl with the side fringe," Charlie repeated as he read off his phone. "Must be Jinx Thornfall. The one with the inspiring story."
"Sounds like a sad one," Damien added. "Not hearing a peep out of her means she's been affected by it."
"No kidding, Sherlock," Marissa retorted at him.
Like Damien, many of the contestants were particularly intrigued by this silent wallflower that joined them. Most of them stared at her as she trudged toward the contestants, eyes open on what she would do next. Nothing.
[Confessional Cam – Charlie]
Charlie: "She also has that underdog potential that comes from her shining personality that I want to experiment with, and her backstory tells the same. It's very intriguing and she's such an inspiration. Right now, I don't see that fire, but I have a feeling she'll come out once this competition kickstarts."
[End Confessional]
"Just give her time," Kenny advised. "She'll get there when she gets there."
Jinx, however, reached over to her suitcase and started fiddling with a handgun, rubbing it on her dark blue jean shorts and twirling it with her hands. However, when the gun pointed straight at the sky, a loud bang, similar to a track pistol, struck the area, scaring everyone including her.
"I'm really sorry," she whimpered, putting the gun away sheepishly. Everyone else started looking at each other, speechless.
"Anyway," the peppy host continued, spying the last limo turning the corner to stop by them. "We have officially reached our last contestant! Anyone else pumped for the suspense?"
"No more surprises!" Jean bellowed out, raising her hands in defense. "This seems like a little much just for one person!"
"Not exactly," a smooth voice called. "But just enough to make you guys scream."
The boy standing in front of the group appeared well coifed for his tastes. He towered Charlie by four inches, yet he looked like a combination of him and the Warblers from Glee. His hair represented otherwise; it was black, simple and straight, something Charlie recognized as "safe". He even looked like the typical heartthrob with his lean body. He looked over to his eyes, a faded blue with a slight grey shade. Even the way he dressed reminded Charlie of the Warblers: His black vest and his light blue dress shirt were perfectly pressed, and his black straight cut jeans matched otherwise. He wore a fedora hat, similar to Charlie's, but only black and white. The last thing to top off his entire outfit was his blue Converse high tops, strangely clashing with his outfit. All in all, he looked intriguing to the eye and particularly more high fashion than most guys his age.
"The guy with the high fashion sense, Max Davis!" Charlie announced. "And you're also the last person here, at least for now."
Max, with a face like he wanted to outdo Charlie at his own game, grabbed his hand joyfully and shook it. "How's it going?" he asked first, but then paused and shook his head in an indecisive mood. "Actually, don't answer that. You're probably thinking of ways to torture us, right? Jumping out of planes, lighting us on fire, cutting our hair off... But whatever it is, I'm definitely ready for it!"
"Thanks for the challenge ideas, Max," Charlie replied. "And I'm loving your tenacity right now, although giving you a makeover will definitely be my choice. Are you excited for any of this?" [7]
"You know, the obvious. Meeting new friends, falling in love, winning challenges, and probably seeing a few celebrities! Ooh! Maybe I can finally meet someone like Darren Criss or David Spade! I love Hollywood!" Max stopped himself after bellowing the last sentence, looking around at the others giving him glares. "Am I talking too much?" he sheepishly asked the panel across him.
"Just stop giving him ideas," Marissa castigated. "He might be a nicer version of Chris, for all I know."
Charlie stopped her. "Actually, that would be Dalton. But you'll see him later."
Many of the contestants were shocked. "What do you mean, 'later'?" Kenny asked. Whitney grasped on to her lucky charms, and the others shifted uncomfortably while Charlie tried to calm them down.
"Actually, you guys are not the official group," he explained. "Dalton will introduce twelve more people after us, and the game will start not long after. That's when the fun begins? Meanwhile, just make yourself at home."
Max was the first to cheer. "Yes!" he exclaimed. "Finally, I get to go knee deep in some drama!" Some of the others nodded in agreement.
"So then why are we the first ones?" Sam asked as Charlie walked over to the door to open it.
"I almost forgot!" he exclaimed, the teens lurching forward to him. "There's one little twist to the game."
The others waited in suspense for him to emit something. However, the last four words gave them a shock.
"Welcome to Team Charlie."
[1] I think I pretty much decided that "I'm In L.A. Trick" will be the new theme for this spin-off.
[2] As you know, Whitney is extremely superstitious (even moreso than Charlie), and sage is a common dispelling tool for bad luck.
[3] Kenny and Charlie reference to Emblem3's single, "Chloe (You're The One I Want)".
[4] Reference to The Saturdays. Mollie at least.
[5] Another reference to The Saturdays, but of their latest single, "Gentleman". It hasn't been released in the US like "What About Us" has.
[6] "You're a little too young for (insert verb here), aren't you?" "Yes, yes I am." Classic Phineas and Ferb there.
[7] "Cutting our hair off" was a reference to Heather's demise, but Charlie parallels to America's Next Top Model; this was a common theme since Cycle 2.
C.O.T.B.: A full 5000+ words into this, and I'm pretty sure the Team Dalton intro will have more. As you all know, the twist was that both of the hosts have split the twenty-four into two teams of their choice, seeing which one will become the best team. Writing this chapter was a little more strategic than most, since this was the introduction chapter, and I didn't know it everyone was gaining equal screen time. The format was a mix of the classic Total Drama and some other reality shows, such as America's Next Top Model (which has an elimination format similar to Total Drama, except with the judges deciding).
Just one more girl for Team Dalton is needed, but I need more of a diversity to give me some more competition, rather than just people who are pretty much similar to him. Can't just give him everything he wants, can we?
Coming up: Dalton introduces his team, and the fun starts later when the two teams merge for the very first time!
It's my party and I can do what I want,
-C.O.T.B., over and out!