A/N: This episode is dedicated to the people who's characters weren't featured in the last episode.
Episode 2: Will You Ever Get A Clue?
Day Two
The sun rose over the ocean, creating a beautiful mirage of blue and light orange along the water. The Jumping Seagulls were all sound asleep as the light began to shine upon their bodies.
One of them, though, had risen at the sun's entrance. A spiked-haired man quietly got himself up from the shelter and moved quietly about the beach. There was barely any light in his scarlet T-shirt with forest green sleeves.
Since his arrival at Borneo, he hadn't talked much to anyone. He only knew some of the others' names by overhearing them in other conversations. He knew for a fact that no one knew his name. Who would have when he has done a good job of becoming part of the background?
He found a stick along the sand and picked it up. It was then that the blue-eyed man began to engrave the beach. He spent the next five minutes drawing a beautiful abstract mural. He assumed no would know what it really meant; they would see no more than an intricate set of lines, curves, and shapes. But the sixteen year old knew very well that it was his way of expressing his loneliness. This wall seemed to be impossible to surmount. He wanted to try, but every instinct in his body veered away from it.
The last thing he did in the sand was engrave his signature on the side. Unlike the rest of the mural, the signature was rather printed very clearly. And with that, the man went back to the shelter. The mural was swept away by the waves within minutes, as well as the words that read "Anthony Burton."
Anthony took a look at the sleeping contestants in the wooden shelter. One thing that drew his attention was a blonde man in a white shirt and a black vest, who was snuggling next to a redhead with a red "Trill" crop top, jean short shorts, gray knee high socks, and Timberland boots. The girl had a gold necklace on that had the word "Skylar" on it. Anthony assumed that was the girl's name. He looked out on the sand and saw a blonde sleeping on top of a man in a suit with black hair. To add to that unusual scene, there was a rolled up piece of paper on the girl's resting stomach. His timidness led him to believe that someone else would discover it when they woke up. He had wanted to go get it himself, but he feared that that would upset the tribe. Such an argument would've sounded ridiculous to a normal person, but Anthony saw it as common sense. He was about to head back to the wooden shelter, when he heard a voice in his head.
"Anthony, is this how you want to spend your time in the game?"
The wall in the spiked-haired man's mind was somehow able to get this thought across.
"You came here to make friends and make something of this experience. Take action!"
Anthony thought for a moment.
"You made that promise! You prayed for the opportunity, and now you've got it! Use it!"
He did remember making that promise. He also remembered the isolation he endured back at his old high school. Everyone was going to laugh at him if he just stood on the sidelines the whole time. So he made the final decision to get the parchment.
The sixteen year old went up to the frail, pale girl and saw the paper resting comfortable, moving up and down at the movement of the blonde's stomach. He reached his tanned arm forward. He tried his best to not wake her. Luckily, he snatched the paper quietly and quickly. He rose up successfully and looked at the rolled up paper. He easily untied the rope attached to it and opened it up. Inside was a message in the form of a poem.
"Tree Mail is out in the wood
but you don't have to go far.
Follow the trail behind you
and you'll see the wooden jar."
Anthony looked toward the jungle and he saw the trail that the tribe followed to get to the camp. He was perplexed. He saw most of the background as the tribe was going down the path. He didn't see anything resembling a basket. Despite this, Anthony took up the challenge and went into the forest.
As he walking in the jungle, he didn't notice anything strange or anything he hadn't seen the previous day. But, as the letter described, there was now a wooden basket attached to one of the trees with a sign above it reading "Tree Mail". He looked back and saw the end of the trail in sight. The spiked-haired teen opened the lid to the "jar" and saw another piece of paper inside. He took it out and he saw another poem.
"Warm up your body
and prepare for a brawl.
If you don't have what it takes
one of your own will take the fall."
Anthony read the poem over again to make sure he understood what it said. From the looks of it, he could make out that there would be a fight and that someone will "take the fall." Closing the lid, he took the paper with him back to camp. Now too active to lie back down, he decided to draw some more in the sand. He went to get the stick he was drawing with earlier. He proceeded to make another abstract drawing. The sixteen year old didn't have any sort of plan when he focused on art; he just put down whatever his brain thought of. Back home, people praised his art. He won awards based on something he merely doodled in class one day.
As he continued to draw, he was suddenly interrupted by a blood curdling scream. Anthony looked up and saw that it had come from the redhead he saw earlier.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, YOU SICK PERVERT?!" she yelled. Everyone rose at the sound of her cries of terror.
"Skylar, please. Cooper Smith always know how to protect the ladies." the blonde man said in a calm, seductive voice. He knew the girl's name from the necklace she was wearing. He was met, however, with a slap to the face.
"You're sick!" Skylar sneered.
"Don't worry, Skylar! All you have to do is scream and I'll be right there!" he told the redhead. Cooper then turned and saw a girl with choppy caramel hair, corresponding skin, and blue eyes that greatly contrast from the rest of her body. Cooper couldn't help but go over to her.
"Hey, there! Cooper Smith has something special for you." he flirted.
"Sorry man, but I'm off limits." the girl warned him.
"A feisty one, I see. Well maybe I can," he paused arrogantly before continuing. "lower your walls."
"Forget it!" the caramel girl then gave Cooper a hard push and got out of the shelter. The girl then met up with Skylar, who was searching for breakfast from the crate.
"Hey, girl. How are you holding up?" she asked as the redhead was digging through the crate.
"Cooper's definitely the most annoying person in the tribe. I want to see him gone as soon as possible." Skylar stated as the blonde tried to get something going with Monica. The reddish-brown haired girl responded with a slap to Cooper's face.
"By the way, I'm Natasha." she introduced. Skylar then got out a red, plump mango.
"Well it's good to meet you. Glad to have a friend around here." the redhead cheered. Skylar went over to the machete and sliced the fruit in half. She then held up on half to Natasha and offered it to her. The caramel girl agreed and grabbed the tropical fruit.
Natasha couldn't believe that she didn't get to know Skylar more the previous day, but when you have an angry Angel, she was just so focused on not getting another outburst.
"So, is there anyone on the island that you'd like to take to the end with?" Natasha asked.
"No one else really, but you seem alright."
Natasha couldn't help but blush; she knew she had a real companion in the game. But she felt her heart starting to beat a little bit. She tried to hide that with a smile that unfortunately came out to be forced.
"Are you alright?" the redhead asked concerned. The caramel girl noticed the look on Skylar's face and quickly brushed it off.
"Oh, I'm fine." she lied. She hoped that would hold her off.
"I know Facebook, Twitter, 4chan, and all those other sites. That has to be one of the biggest lies a human can say. It ain't cool to lie." she spoke in a tone that to Natasha's surprise was not angry or concerned. Skylar then broke out into an improvised rap.
"Don't say everything's fine
when you're about to cry.
Always tell the truth
don't see me as a booth.
I'm your journal right now
to tell your every vow.
So step up and speak
there's no need to grow weak."
Natasha was fascinated by Skylar's performance.
"You're an amazing rapper." she commented. The sixteen year old redhead just smiled.
"Thanks, I've been going to a lot of parties over the years. You tend to pick things up."
Natasha's heart started to pound even faster, but she now knows better than to let that show in front of Skylar.
"Do you want to be in an alliance?" Natasha asked. Skylar quickly nodded her head.
Anthony was looking at the paper he had retrieved this morning. He thought it would be a piece of cake to just stand up and tell everyone the clues. He thought that everyone wouldn't mind, but then he thought something.
"Everyone's been up for quite some time now. It's too late to say something without them getting mad."
The spiked-haired man realized this truth. Even if to another this may or may not be the case, to him it wasn't a chance worth taking. So he got up and simply "dropped" the paper on the floor of the shelter and went into the woods, where no one would disturb him. It was there that he started to draw in the soil.
It didn't take long for that piece of paper to be discovered. A girl with wide, blueish-gray eyes and mostly light brown hair was walking by the shelter when she stumbled upon the parchment. She picked it up and read the respective poem.
"Warm up your body
and prepare for a brawl.
If you don't have what it takes
one of your own will take the fall."
She pushed back her light brown and blonde bangs, confused by the poem.
"Hey guys! Does anyone know what this means?" she shouted from the shelter. Everyone noticed the pale-skinned figure and went over to her.
"This poem." she indicated.
Cooper snatched it and read it over.
"Maybe it'll involve getting down with the ladies." he implied seductively. The blonde then leaned against the brunette's shoulder. She moved back, causing the man in the white shirt and black vest to fall flat in the sand.
Skylar then decided to take a look at the paper, this time with a different interpretation.
"I think it might be a game of Twister." the redhead suggested. A redhead man started giggling at this remark. Skylar noticed this and turned to him.
"What are you laughing at?" she asked the man.
"Oh, nothing. It's just...Twister...in Survivor?" he then broke down, laughing. But then he coughed a bit and grabbed an inhaler. The redhead breathed into it several times before calming down.
"I see you have asthma." Skylar noted.
"Yeah. I've had it just about my whole life."
"The name's Skylar." she then offered her hand.
"Benjamin. Benjamin Lisle." the man answered, taking Skylar's hand. It then turns out that everyone else has been listening to their conversation.
"Um...awkward conversations later. First, we need to find out what this poem means." the brunette said.
"Have you considered me yet?" Simon jumped in. "I enjoy reading with a passion. I bet I can decipher it." the black-haired man then took the piece of paper and read it. Angel couldn't help but stare at him. To her, his piercing blue eyes reflecting against the sun made him even more beautiful.
"From the looks of it, there's probably going to be some sort of fight between the two tribes and the losing one will have to send somebody home."
Those who have read realized where he was coming from as the pieces were put together as such.
"Warm up your body...brawl...one of your own will take the fall."
"Well I certainly hope not. I'm not very strong." Johnny concerned.
"Well, we got everyone else then." Simon responded.
The "slave" then turned to the brunette.
"Where did you find this?" he asked.
"I just found it on the floor in the shelter." the girl answered, pointing to said surface.
"Well I didn't see anything in there beside the ladies." Cooper stated, staring at Skylar in a flirtatious manner. The blonde was met, however, with another slap to the face.
"I think you STOLE it, Skylar!" Alexis cried in her childish voice. Everyone looked at the redhead, suspicious.
"I didn't steal it! And even if I did, would it really matter?" she defended.
"What if we lost the fight because we didn't know about it!" Alexis argued. Everyone else except for Natasha seemed to believe the younger girl. They saw a stronger sense of charm and truth from Alexis' blue eyes than from Skylar's green ones. The caramel girl, however, trusted Skylar and wanted to side with her.
"I'm starting to believe this one." the brunette stated, indicating Alexis. The little blonde wrapped her arms around her.
"Oh thank you! Um..." she stopped, confused by her name.
"Aubrey." the brunette played along.
"Oh yes! Aubrey is my favoritest person ever!" Alexis cheered. Skylar just rolled her eyes as the others started favoring the fourteen year old. However, she then noticed at the start of the trail a spiked-haired man coming toward the crowd. No one else appeared to notice him as he approached Aubrey. Just then, the man tapped the brunette on the shoulder. She was startled to see the spiked-haired man and let out a yelp. Everyone turned to see the two.
"What?!" she exclaimed, surprised. Skylar thought the man would defend her by telling the truth, but he simply pointed to her the trail he had come out of. Aubrey wasn't entirely sure what he was indicating, so the tanned man shakily yet surely directed her in said direction. The others seemed to follow him.
The spiked-haired man led the tribe down the trail they had originally walked down to get to camp yesterday, eager to see what the man had to show. It didn't take too long, before they had arrived at the Tree Mail tree. Everyone looked at it curiously.
"So is this where you got the poem?" Aubrey asked to the spiked-haired man. He simply nodded. Alexis drove right through the crowd to see the wooden basket for herself. The little blonde then turned to the redhead she had previously accused.
"I'm sorry, Skylar..."
Skylar, of course, was still not impressed by Alexis' act.
"Well whatever. At least now we know where to go." Aubrey stated.
Most of the tribe went through the trail back to the camp. The spiked-haired man stayed behind, however. Skylar, looking back, noticed this and decided to go back for him.
"That was...pretty cool of you." the redhead said awkwardly. The tanned man simply shrugged.
"You're not much of a speaker, are you?" she asked. The man nodded.
"Are you shy?" Skylar asked. The man turned around awkwardly, as if he were spoken to like a child.
"I can tell you want to be alone right now." Skylar noted. The redhead simply got up and walked slowly back to camp.
Skylar went back to the camp and saw Benjamin waiting for her. He looked rather anxious. To distract herself from the redhead's worries, Skylar simply stared at his Nirvana T-Shirt as she approached him.
"Look Skylar, I'm very sorry. It's just that I'm very easy to sway and I didn't anyone thinking bad things about me! Forgive me!" the artificial redhead pleaded. Skylar merely smiled, thinking the man is cute that way.
"Say, Benjamin. Do you want to be in an alliance with me and Natasha?" the redhead girl asked. Benjamin nodded his head.
"Sure."
The Flying Monkeys awoke at the crack of dawn in a unison fashion. Unlike the Jumping Seagulls, everyone on the Flying Monkeys already knew most of their names. Unfortunately, the very idea of alliances didn't seem to exist and the tribe saw each other as one big, happy family.
Rickie quickly got into his red swimming trunks and dived straight into the crystal clear ocean. The splash caused everyone to look on. After allowing himself to soak into the tropical water, he rose. Water droplets sparkled against his dark, African skin. His orange dreadlocks remained in tact, despite its wet exposure.
"Come on in guys! The water's warm!" he cheered.
A tanned girl with wavy brown hair and bright brown eyes joined in almost immediately after. The girl practically jumped out of her light blue camisole and khaki shorts and got into her pink and black wet suit. Along with that was her luxury item, a surfboard. With the board in hand, the girl rushed toward the ocean while still chanting and made a dive into the tropical water. A splash ensued, allowing a gush of water to hit Rickie's dark skin.
"That was great, Melika! Who's next?" he asked excited.
Another girl immediately followed, with an even more enthusiastic scream than Melika's. She had similar features than that of the surfer girl, but her eyes were green with blue tints and her hair was in a ponytail as opposed to just being laid out. She also had much more convenient swimming wear than Melika: blue swimming trunks and a gray Nike muscle shirt. She got into her swimwear much faster and ran quickly along the sand before making a head first dive into the ocean.
"Fantastic, Lola!" Rickie exclaimed before giving her an excited high-five.
Riley had jumped in before any of the others in the water could've noticed, creating a huge splash. Rickie looked at her, excited at what he had seen and gave the rainbow-haired girl a high-five.
Sadly, nobody else really bothered to go in, especially Macy, who refused to even get out of the shelter.
"I'm not getting my hair wet!" the dark girl voiced.
"You sound just like Heather." a man spoke from behind her. Macy turned around and saw an ethnically diverse man lying down behind her. He has a blue mohawk and buzzed, light brown hair. He was wearing a sleeveless blue buttoned-down shirt underneath a sleeveless black leather jacket. To top it off, he was wearing black denim shorts. His clothing resembled Duncan to some degree.
"Do you want to start with me, Cedric?" she asked angrily. Cedric's hazel eyes clearly affirmed this.
"We don't need another Heather, okay! I don't want to constantly hear your blabbering!" the brown man argued.
"I DON'T BLABBER!" Macy screamed, attracting the tribe's attention.
"Whatever, Queen Bee." Cedric said to himself.
"Oh! Now you're gonna get it!" Macy yelled before grasping Cedric. She was getting ready to assault when she was pulled back by Rickie.
"Calm down, Macy. We can't have this family be tearing apart on Day 2." Rickie stated calmly.
"No! I will not stand for such ridicule!" the black woman screamed.
"Come on. Do we really need to be arguing over this?" Rickie asked.
"That's it! I'm officially on your bad side!" Macy warned Rickie. Macy then got out and stormed down the trail into the jungle. Rickie just looked at her, confused.
"She's really Heather now." Cedric commented.
"Well, whatever. It's much more original than being nice all day." Anders added.
Everyone tried to put that little argument in the back of their heads and dispersed. Behind Cedric was another man; a white man. He was the one person that nobody knew the name of. He had been sleeping through the entire confrontation. The brown man looked at the figure that had choppy black hair. The white man was also wearing a white T-Shirt with blue block letters on it, a short sleeve black jacket, jeans, white and blue sneakers, and a necklace attaching a blue star. But what was prominent in the man was a pair of scars on his wrists. Cedric looked at them, wondering where they came from.
"Hey Cedric! Come over here!" a man nearby shouted. The brown man was quick on his feet and went over to the voice.
Meanwhile, the white man arose. He stretched his arms and opened his light green eyes. He rubbed at them before rolling to the other side of the shelter. He was planning on getting up from that position to sit down at the edge, but he noticed a flattened piece of paper on the floor where he had been sleeping. Curious, the black-haired man approached the paper and picked it up. It was slightly crumbled from him lying down on it, but it still looked nice. He noticed a poem on it and read.
"Tree Mail is out in the wood
but you don't have to go far.
Follow the trail behind you
and you'll see the wooden jar."
The man could tell by the poem that the message was of importance, but he instinctively wanted to keep people from knowing about it. As a result, he slid it into his jeans' pocket. With that out of the way, he sat on the edge of the shelter and watched his fellow tribe interact.
Cedric had been called over by a spiked-haired man with a T-Shirt and khakis.
"So what's up, Benny." the brown man asked.
"You know, I've noticed that we haven't started a fire yet." the spiked-haired man noted.
Cedric looked on at Benny, confused.
"What does that have to do with me?" the brown man asked.
"Well, I can't help but notice that you're on the more "fit" side of the tribe. So I was wondering if you could help-"
"No." Cedric immediately shook his head.
Benny was bewildered by this.
"No? But I haven't even told you what I wanted."
"No. The first thing you have to know about me is that I hate responsibility."
Benny remembered yesterday, of how Cedric slacked off while the rest of the tribe was building the shelter.
"Think about it, though! You can get a ton of firewood with that body of yours, and I have the know-how to get a flame going."
"I'd rather wait until we're out of food and start seeing people getting angry. That'd be awesome!" Cedric cheered.
Benny just sighed and walked off into the jungle.
Meanwhile, Macy was standing in the trail, furious by what Cedric told her. She wouldn't dare punch a tree, fearing of it damaging her skin or even worse, her nails. A flame was burning strong in her dark grey eyes.
Benny had decided to go down the trail, hoping to find wood in the immediate tracks. The spiked-haired man had found several hunks of wood to be used. He felt like he didn't even need to trek outside the path. As he felt his luck beginning to climax, he stumbled upon a tree. Sure, there were other trees, but this one was different. There was a sign nailed onto it that read "Tree Mail." Below it was a wooden jar. Dropping the pieces of wood, he approached the basket and opened the lid. Inside, he found a piece of paper. Benny removed the parchment and read the poem that accompanied it.
"Warm up your body
and prepare for a brawl.
If you don't have what it takes
one of your own will take the fall."
The spiked-haired man looked at it, wondering what it could mean. He looked to his left and he saw Macy, who had been standing next to the tree the whole time.
"Macy, did you notice this?" Benny asked.
"Notice what?" Macy said, aggravated.
The brown woman didn't even bother to turn around.
"This Tree Mail."
Macy turned around this time and saw the sign and the basket.
"Why didn't anybody tell me about this?!" Macy yelled.
"I'm surprised you didn't notice." Benny sighed to himself.
Unfortunately, Macy overheard.
"What did you say, punk?!" the brown girl intimidated.
"Nothing. Anyway, we should really get back to camp about this." the spiked-haired man pointed out. Benny didn't wait, and he rushed back to camp; never picking up his wood. Macy followed behind, annoyed by the "nerd."
The spiked-haired man returned to the camp and made the bold announcement.
"HEY GUYS! I FOUND SOMETHING!"
Everyone was surprised by the sudden outburst and approached Benny.
"What is it?" Riley asked excitedly.
"I don't know." Benny concerned.
"Let me handle this!" exclaimed a girl with black ponytails. The girl grasped the paper and read it over.
"I think we're gonna go watersliding!" the girl yelled.
"I was gonna say that, but now you ruined it, Mystery!" Anders complained.
"Well, let me take a look." Cedric requested. The brown man took his chance to solve the puzzle. He then looked up with an excited grin on his face.
"If we're gonna win, we need to warm up!" he pointed out. He approached Mystery and suddenly punched her in the face. Cedric placed his hands on his hips in pride.
"I think we stand a good chance today." he stated.
Mystery angrily gritted her teeth and let out a growl. The tanned girl lunged at Cedric and began to fight him.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" she screamed.
She was then pulled back by Rickie, who had the paper in hand.
"I honestly think it could be a fight, but we can't be killing each other." Rickie announced.
"Rickie's right. We need to unite as one." Jordan jumped in. "I bet the other tribe is fueling up for that fight! They're probably working together! And look at us! We could definitely warm up, but we can't be tearing ourselves apart!" the blonde continued.
"Let's run some laps!" Riley cheered.
"Let them know who we are!" Melika jumped in.
"Let's fuel up on food!" Lola finished.
Most of the Flying Monkeys took that cheer to heart and began to warm up for what could be a grueling challenge.
A/N: The next episode will be the Immunity Challenge and Tribal Council. I'm sorry if you were expecting to see that, but I finally figured out a format; this premiere will be 3 parts. Every episode after that will be 2 parts. In this episode, I tried to include everyone as best I could. Please review to tell me what you thought.
