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: Yes, I know it's a little later than usual… Okay. A LOT later. But the good news is that the final cast list has now been achieved! The last girl has been added to Team Dalton and the competition can be started underway!
Total Drama Revolution: Los Angeles Episode 2, Part 2: #TeamDalton
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 Dalton, eagerly waiting for his batch to arrive.
He groaned impatiently at his phone, which read 11:15. "They should have been here ages ago," he muttered grudgingly, thinking about their tardiness. Then he regained his stance and smiled his million-dollar smile at the camera. "Welcome back to TDR, everyone!" he introduced. "Dalton Mortamick here, and just last week, you guys got the chance to sign up for the chance to win a million dollar prize and take part in the newest Total Drama US series. There were some joys and tears, and in the end, twenty-four were chosen."
He began to pace around with the camera following him. "But," he continued. "There is a small twist. Charlie and I are not only hosting the show, but we handpicked the teams from the applications themselves, and we're competing for whoever can make the better team. But, of course, I will win." He smirked proudly at the last sentence.
He started to walk sideways through the street to the garden arch beyond him, only to be interrupted by a limo that almost ran him over like a deer in the headlights. The onyx black car honked in frustration.
"Hey!" Dalton growled. "Watch the road, you idiot!"
The limo honked once more and a woman exited from his left, not looking happy about why he was in front of it. Her golden blond hair radiated from her scalp, but it wasn't just her black roots that shone bright like a diamond. Her sapphire blue eyes glinted from the sunlight, capturing Dalton's attention. In fact, there were a lot of things about her that caught his attention. Her skin was tan like his, she had prominent curves from her chest down, and her choice of clothing, a baby blue tank top showing her mid-drift along with white jean shorts and bedazzled golden sandals gave further signs. She also came with golden tube earrings, platinum charm bangles with solid gold charms and a diamond ring on both of her hands. She literally glowed.
Dalton lunged forward to get a closer look. "Well, hello beautiful!" he greeted. "You must be Ashley Marigold, and may I say you shine bright like a diamond." He winked with the glint in his hazel eyes showing.
Ashley winked at him, responding to the flattery. "I know," she replied haughtily. "I even have a charm bracelet that spells my name in rubies."
His eyes almost gorged out of his skull. "You have enough rubies to spell your name?" [2]
"It's not that hard, Grunge Boy," she replied, eyeing his Slayer t-shirt. "Though you could use some work." This response sent Dalton aback. No one gives me that much sass except for Charlie, he thought.
[Confessional Cam – Dalton]
Dalton: "Two words: EYE CANDY. That chick is hot beyond compare and she's very feisty. Exactly my type and I'd love to put her on my team."
[End Confessional]
"'Grunge Boy'?" he repeated to himself. Turning around, he saw the next limo arriving, stopping right beside the curb instead of in front of his knees. This time, a boy stepped out, though Dalton would say otherwise. His shoulder length black hair looked awry from his scalp down, and his oval eyes were rust-red, almost like dried blood. HE had the build of a military sergeant, and small black hairs peeked out of any visible area of his body. His entire wardrobe was decked out in army camouflage and leather, with the only diversity being his plain white tee. Ashley stared at him, appalled, while Dalton simply shrugged.
"And you said I needed work," Dalton retorted before facing his next visitor, who simply waved a hand covered by leather. "You must be Sampson Buck, hometown survivalist and hunter." He wrinkled his nose. "Which probably explains why you smell like the Hunger Games."
Sampson looked around the area, first at the garden fountain, then the mansion behind him, and then at the two teens. "This place is interesting," he finally uttered. "Got a chance to pay the bills, and this competition is sure going to spread some hellfire."
"Hellfire?" Ashley questioned.
Sampson began to struggle with finding his words. "You know, um- like when it officially starts, things will get real." He chuckled nervously at the end of his sentence, only to let his face fall at the utter silence received. "I'll just stand over there."
As he proceeded to move, Dalton eyed an onyx black case at his hand. "What's that for?" he asked as he reached out to touch it, only for his hand to meet Sampson's.
"Don't touch anything," he growled at the host. Dalton slowly but cautiously backed away from the hulking teen and regained his composure only a second later.
[Confessional Cam – Dalton]
Dalton: "He has that fire that kinda results from him hunting all the time, and his intimidation is to die for. His social skills are kinda flawed, but I'm sure the show can fix that. Truly a die-hard competitor to worry about."
[End Confessional]
Sampson walked over to an unsuspecting Ashley, smiling as she turned around. The first thing she laid her eye on was a small tail-like pelt coming out of his luggage bag. "That looks promising," she complimented while touching it, supposedly for its soft texture. "What is it? Cashmere? Chinchilla?"
"Badger," he delightfully responded while she jolted her hand back in under a millisecond.
The next limo pulled out, and the girl who exited from it was a sight for Dalton to recognize. The sun's rays reflected off of her blond highlights, accentuating her chocolate brown hair. Her baby blue eyes shone as well, and her dolphin tattoo was completely exposed for the three of them to see. She had a particular cheerleader's build that he so desired, and her tight blue spaghetti strap crop top accentuated every little detail of her body. In fact, her red sweatshirt was slung over her left shoulder. Once again, Dalton couldn't keep his eyes over her.
"Hello, gorgeous," he managed to heave under his breath.
The teen raised her eyebrows at him. "Excuse me?"
Dalton cleared his throat. "I mean, welcome to the competition, um…" he frantically searched his phone for the next contestant's identity. "Valerie DuBois. Canadian cheerleader with a high IQ." So gorgeous, he thought to himself. [3]
"And you're a lot taller than me," she replies happily. "With strong, sturdy shoulders, which possibly indicates that you're a football player who's had much past experience with dating."
Ashley looked at Sampson with a confused face. "She got all that from just looking at him?"
"Dalton did say she was a cheerleader," he simply replied. "Maybe she's cheered for something famous in Canada. Ooh! Maybe hockey and maple syrup!"
Valerie surveyed her surroundings, eager to see where she will be staying for the duration of the season. "The place feels kinda tranquil. Probably good for some novels or something." She then turned to Dalton. "And by the way, I saw that look on your face, and the answer is no."
Dalton raised a finger in protest. "But I didn't-"
"But you were going to. Not only have I taken Honors Psychology back home, but I see the way guys ogle me because I'm a hotshot cheerleader. That look you gave me is basically the first step to an AMBER alert, and I for sure as hell don't wanna be there, so let's not take a gander at whatever fantasy you've conjured up in your player-like mind. But the place is really cool."
He was merely taken aback by her sudden rant, but soon kept his composure. "And I have a solid 4.3 GPA and have passed all of the AP tests I have taken, but it's all good," he muttered.
[Confessional Cam – Dalton]
Dalton: "She's perfect eye candy too, but with more brains than ditzy. So what if she'll hate me? I'm pretty sure that this will change. I'll give her a few days, and she'll be crawling to me any minute."
[End Confessional]
"You have to admit she was pretty interesting," he called to the camera, gesturing to Valerie, who began to put on her red sweatshirt. "Let's see what else fate has cooked up."
The limo before them held another teen, a boy this time, who almost shared a bearing resemblance to a more slender Dalton with lighter hair. Unlike the host's chocolate brown locks, his hair was a lighter auburn and cut short. His eyes glistened a fair blue, with a shine that could rival Dalton's hazel. His black t-shirt hung loosely over his torso, only getting tight at his well-developed chest, and his blue pants commanded some attention to the contestants.
"Tyrone Grey, the season's male Courtney!" Dalton introduced. "The attire looks very Abby Lee Miller, though." [4]
Tyrone gave him a confused cocked eyebrow. "Abby Lee Miller?" he asked to gain some clarity into Dalton's rather strange choice of comparison. "Don't you mean the lady who screams at little kids for pay?"
Everyone else looked at Dalton with the same face, while he raised his hands in defense. "Charlie had a Dance Moms marathon before filming. It wasn't my fault. I just couldn't find the remote."
"And finding the remote was your first problem?" Sampson countered. Dalton could clearly tell he had not seen the show.
"Anyway," the host continued. "Are you ready to take command this season like you do everywhere else?"
"That's right," he stated vindictively. "Winning doesn't come easy. It comes with lots of hard labor, but I can take this team to the next level. This is real live television we're talking about. It could make or break you."
Valerie leaned toward her other teammates. "Next he's gonna tell us that he's the best thing for us. I watch the show too, and a lot of it is not pretty."
"Well," Dalton commented. "You kinda remind me of me, so hope you don't lose the war."
[Confessional Cam – Dalton]
Dalton: "The guy is a mix of Charlie and myself, but more of me and less flirt and weird. His version of willpower is more of a commanding type that may piss people off but has a sort of strength that I can't put my mind to."
[End Confessional]
Tyrone walked over to the other contestants, hands folded through his chest. Naturally, the others walked over to him, Valerie going first. "Hi," she began to introduce herself. "I'm Valerie. So you're quite the big deal when it comes to leadership."
"Only the best," he replied. "It's just a simple plan of the matter."
"Well, good luck with that," she merely warned him, patting his chest in the process. He defensively attempted to protect it with a late reaction.
Another limo arrived by Dalton as the two were finished conversing, and out came another girl of Greek descent, with a slender swimmer-type body complete with muscular arms. Her brown ponytail and side-swept bangs swayed with the light valley breeze. Her blue eyes narrowed at the sight of the mansion, giving a full figure to her otherwise average-looking face. She tugged on the medals and pins on her red hoodie, a couple of them swaying freely in the breeze, and her yellow sneakers scratched on her black cargo shorts. Her belt shone with her medal-studded jacket, spelling her name clearly.
"Well, now we have some Greek candy here," Dalton began. "Welcome to the show, Miss – umm…" He began to stutter, struggling with her name. "How do you pronounce your name again?"
She groaned. "I'm used to this. It's Ah-oh-dee. Aoide," she clarifies.
"I was warned about you. Your name had way too many vowels."
Aoide stared at the mansion and the clean garden in front, pondering on the cleanliness of the area. "This place needs destruction," she grumbled. "Maybe if some of the walls were tagged-"
Dalton stopped her before she could pinpoint any other ideas on how to destroy the California vacation house. "I don't think the owners will approve of that. So, how do you feel?"
She simply glared at him. "I'll be over there," she growls, walking to a vacant area of the steps from them.
[Confessional Cam – Dalton]
Dalton: "She has star power, that's for sure. The whole 'anti-social' thing might be a problem, but I think I can change that. Besides, she's a swimmer, and swimmers are usually hot."
[End Confessional]
Sampson gave a small glance at Aoide, still surveying the cleanliness of the area. "Do you think she's gonna be okay all alone like that."
Valerie shrugged. "Who knows? It might be a huge step for her to throw herself into this immediately. It's different for other people."
"Makes sense to me," Tyrone added. "It could take her seconds, maybe minutes. Who knows?"
The next limo gracefully glided toward the teens, as if it were carrying a highly respected government official. Only Dalton knew who exactly was inside. Another teen, a boy, dressed in a semi-formal white button down shirt, complete with a tie and a sweater vest, stepped down as if he were coming to school. His hair was slicked back as if he were on the Secret Service, his gray eyes narrowed with concentration, and a black Bluetooth device was attached to his ear, the green light signaling that it is fully operational.
"I have a very strong opinion against gay marriage," he announced. "I like a more conservative approach to-"
"You've got to be kidding me," Dalton grumbled under his breath before the well-dressed teen caught his sentence. He groaned at the host before abruptly hanging up his call.
"That was an important call I was making back there!" he chided. "I try to make history with my fellow constituents and some teenage ruffian like you tries to ruin it! Wrong, I say! Wrong!"
Dalton gave the teen a confused look. "By the way you started to freak out, you must be Xavier Chavez, a.k.a. the guy who can never seem to get out of his phone."
Xavier glared at him. "Not funny," he said. "Besides, it's not like I'm some heavy metal lover or something." He chuckled at the last bit.
[Confessional Cam – Dalton]
Dalton: "I'd say the dude is more like me, only completely obsessed with government and he wants to eliminate any foreign influence. Probably a counter to me, since I love exotic girls. Either way, the guy is sly like a fox and has that pride that suits the team."
[End Confessional]
"Someone's a little rude for a politician," Valerie commented.
Tyrone groaned. "All politicians are jerks. You should be used to it by now."
"Like I'm gonna take advice from the Abby Lee Miller wannabe," the Republican retorted. "And by the way, aren't Canadians supposed to be in Canada?"
"Don't talk to her like that!" Dalton yelled in front of the group of teens, startling and silencing them. Valerie looked the most shocked of all. He tried to find another excuse for his sudden outburst, until another limo came into his view. "The next contestant is here! We don't want any blood on these ground yet!"
Valerie rolled her eyes at his diversion while the other girls started laughing.
The limo screeched to a halt this time, leaving a trail of rubber near the side of the street. When the door opened, the group of teens saw a girl leap out, rather than walking, her back-length chocolate brown hair flipping along with her as she somersaulted over to Dalton. She brushed off the dust away from her gray crop top and blue skinny jeans, meeting her eyes onto him.
"Nice to see your tricks, Alicia," he commented. "I heard that you are practically a parkour genius."
"Most definitely," she replied with a vindicated look scanned across her brown eyes. "Just comes to show that you can do anything if you set your mind to it."
While the two conversed, the limo spat out a navy blue suitcase to a height almost as high as how Alicia entered, speeding toward the two. Alicia noticed this from behind her and back flipped out of the way, leaving Dalton to catch the luggage.
"Impressive," she complimented, eyeing Dalton grasping the luggage in a bear hold. "Never seen someone catch that while it's going four miles an hour."
Dalton merely chuckled nervously as he handed the bag over to her. "I believe this belongs to you," he grumbled. Alicia slid past him and walked over to the other contestants. "Well, at least that was worth almost dying."
[Confessional Cam – Dalton]
Dalton: Another athletic girl that I can definitely use to my advantage. She's feisty, she'd do anything to win and she has that competitive drive that is perfect for the team. Plus, she's hot. I can give her that."
[End Confessional]
"It's very interesting that you do parkour," Valerie commented. "I guess a lot of things can show off a woman's athleticism these days."
"And you live with that?" Ashley commented with a mixture of surprise and disgust. "How do you not get dirty? It must be impossible with flopping around in random places. I mean, I sure don't wanna do that."
Alicia turned toward the heiress, somewhat offended by her comment on parkour. "What's wrong with getting dirty?" she growled. "You've taken soft, exfoliating mud baths in the spa before, haven't you, since you're so into being clean." She inched closer to Ashley, aiming to harm her in some sort of way. "I'd be happy to give you a referral."
Dalton quickly slid toward the three to intervene. "Ladies, ladies. There's enough me to go around, so you can have your little mud fight later. Right now, someone new should be coming."
Another limo followed suit from his words, braking as soon as he turned around. Another teenage boy exited from its doors, surveying the area with an intimidating glare. Though he was not as tall as most of the others in the group, he looked similar to a football linebacker in physique. It was not just his overly contradicting stature that stood him out: his tawny hair was arranged into a semi-conservative faux hawk, and his silver glasses hung onto his face like two small windows covering his soft blue eyes. His choice of outfit was no counterexample: his black fishnet t-shirt showed off his torso with ease, his green cargo pants showed stains that Ashley gagged at from the start, his black steel-toed boots gleamed with the valley sunlight, and his hands contradicted in color, the right being covered in bandages and the left covered by a fingerless black cotton glove.
"I think Dalton just hired the Hulk to be on this show," Xavier commented disgustingly.
Dalton rolled his eyes at the politician and continued on to his next guest. "Ladies and gentlemen, Leslie Brennan, or as Xavier called him, the Hulk with a permanent gamma transformation."
Leslie glared at him, as if something was off by his presence. Despite being only five inches shorter than Dalton, he knew he could break the young host like a stick. "You're really annoying," he managed to spit out. The rest of his group managed to laugh, much to the host's chagrin.
"Tell us something we don't know," Xavier added, with Dalton glaring at a distance. Leslie quietly cracked his knuckles at the group, watching most of them flinch with fear, before trudging over to where they were standing. A few of the teens, including Ashley, Xavier, Alicia and Tyrone took a few steps back to distance themselves from the bully. Dalton, however, seemed intrigued about his actions.
[Confessional Cam – Dalton]
Dalton: "The guy's not that fond of me, eh? Well, THAT'S soon gonna change as he sees how much of a threat he'll be to this competition. If there's one thing I like in someone, it's their strength, and this guy could be the perfect bodyguard!"
[End Confessional]
Tyrone decided to speak up amongst the tense silence. "Can we please move on to someone else before we all die here?"
"Don't rush me," Dalton chided as the next limo arrived behind him. "The next girl should be on her way and I'll be doing the same thing. It's not like she's gonna be some supermodel or-"
Right as he turned around, a beautiful blonde with a busty hourglass figure fit for a supermodel faced him with a seductive smile. Her icy blue eyes met Dalton's widened hazel eyes, which kept surveying the rest of her body, scandalously dressed by tight crop top, black booty shorts and white pumps that could make people mistake her for a Victoria's Secret angel.
"What the holy hell is that?" Valerie growled at the sight of her. [5]
"I think that's another contestant," Tyrone answered with a confused reaction similar to the other contestants.
The blonde girl simply focused her eyes on Dalton. "You must be the legendary Dalton Mortamick," she cooed softly and lovingly. "I looked through your Facebook page and everyone always comments on how you're such a babe."
The quarterback blinked before looking at his phone. "And you must be Serena Sparks," he replied back more professionally than before. "And apparently I've been watching too much Teen Wolf because you kinda remind me of Gage Golightly."
"You actually watch that?" Xavier retorted. "It's just a bunch of Twilight rejects who run around with their shirts off."
"I feel like you just described his life perfectly," Alicia added with a smile.
"Except you all forgot the number one rule about me," Dalton reminded them, winking. "Rule number one: Dalton does all the flirting." He patted Serena on the back, sending her toward the other contestants, but not without checking out her curves.
[Confessional Cam – Dalton]
Dalton: "Hell yes! Someone who is super hot and pretty much like me. I could pretty much make her win for the hell of it, and it's only because she's hot and stuff. We can still rule the world together."
[End Confessional]
Not long after she walked over to the group, her bags had arrived, appearing to be basking in the California sunlight. "Oh, boys," Serena called out to the valet staff. "I really need to get my brush from my bags, but it's so hot. Maybe someone can get it for me?"
Just as she finished, to everyone's surprise, the entire valet staff, including Dalton, rushed toward her bags to tend to her. Valerie rolled her eyes at the quarterback rushing for Serena's bags. Tyrone gave an intrigued smile at the process.
"You really know how to take over control, do you?" he complimented.
"Of course," she told him. "After all, without control, we'd all be running around naked in the streets. You wouldn't love that, would you?"
"Well, I-"
Another limo screeched to a halt before he could finish her sentence. Dalton straightened his outfit before introducing the next contestant to appear before him for the show. Interestingly, the new boy looked more natural and looser than most of the others with him. His dirty blonde hair flowed rhythmically among the breeze, while his blue eyes shone like a crystal lake. He possessed a dirtier, more natural style compared to the others, wearing a faded tie-dye t-shirt almost representing the late-1960's hippie style. What surprised him the most was the lack of shoes. He greeted everybody with a mellow peace sign as he stepped forward.
"What's up, guys?" he called forward, only to stop after hearing the silence and looking at their frozen faces; some were confused, while others, such as Serena, Alicia, and more interestingly, Dalton, were intrigued.
"Who the hell brought Taylor Swift into this show?" Xavier finally spoke up, breaking the silence.
"He's just a hippie, not some psychopathic pop-country artist who gets revenge on her ex-boyfriends through the power of music," Dalton corrected, turning to the newbie. "You're Luke Robertson, some vegan hippie from some random corner that I picked up. He's completely harmless."
"Yeah, If you would count a peaceful protest set up by Democrats harmless," the young politician retorted.
"Well, I guess I've made myself known," he mumbled as he walked forward to the others, giving a charming smile to the ladies.
[Confessional – Dalton]
Dalton: "Hmmm... a hippie who can get the ladies... Something I would do, but he seems like the bait-kind of character. Just another steal that I can get from Charlie." [6]
[End Confessional]
Luke stopped next to where Serena stood, sat down with his legs crossed together, and took out his guitar. The seductress seemed intrigued by his ways of playing the instrument, as did most of the girls around him.
"Now, now," he calmly stated. "There's plenty enough song to come around, so be patient. I must ask you a question, though." He stared at their eyes longingly. "Do you believe in world peace?"
Ashley became the first person to speak up. "Of course I do!" she squealed as she held out her charm bracelet, with one charm showing the engraving "World Piece". "Whenever my mom makes another five million dollars, she adds a charm." To Luke's chagrin, she diverted the attention away from him and toward her shiny bracelet.
Tyrone patted the slightly disappointed hippie's back in encouragement. "Ah, the power of materialism," he said blissfully. "You'll get them next time. With my leadership, this team will be like a well-oiled machine! You'll get to work with them as much as you want!"
Another limo arrived by the group of eleven standing by the porch, not without sputtering smoke from its pipes. Out came a girl who looked just as robust as Alicia was, only to be covered in a black combat vest almost the same shade as her raven black hair. Her sky blue eyes appeared captivating, and she looked just as tanned as a Santa Monica surfer. Her tank top and white shorts hugged her curves at the right places, and her legs crossed where her ivory white boots were.
"The last girl contestant on my list, Mona Starr!" Dalton introduced. "Must be a pleasure for you to be here."
"Why, of course," she replied calmly. "It's just that the only person I didn't expect to see was you, Dalton. I really like that bumbling friend of yours. He looks fun." Her last comment made Dalton's eye twitch at the sound of his rival's description, or at least the lack of love he received, echoing in his mind.
"Tough break," Sampson chuckled.
Aoide groaned at the sight of their conversation. "Well, he should have seen that coming."
[Confessional Cam – Dalton]
Dalton: "She could be the commercial appeal that the team needs, concerning her overly jovial personality and her athleticism. She seems like the perfect package... FOR ME, that is."
[End Confessional]
Mona surveyed the host with great curiosity. "I like your hair," she concluded cheerfully. "Why do you look like Liam Hemsworth?"
"Why does everyone say that?" Dalton groaned before turning to Mona. "You planned this entire entrance didn't you? Questions and all?"
She shrugged. "Definitely! Except for the hair part. I really wanted to know your secret to being Liam Hemsworth." His cheeks flushed while the rest of his group started to giggle.
[Confessional Cam – Dalton]
Dalton: "This might be a tiny problem…"
[End Confessional]
"Why don't you go over there with the others?" the young host suggested hastily. Mona simply shrugged and sauntered over to the others, but she glanced at him with an evil smirk afterwards, as if she knew a dirty secret about him.
"That was both creepy and entertaining, but now we are down to our last contestant of the day!" he rejoiced. "I've probably never been so relieved in my life."
The last limo moved slower than the others, but only because the smell of excess smoke clouded the area. It became more prominent as the door opened, sending out a bellowing cloud of ash and smoke outside, along with the driver, running in a frantic fashion, and the last boy of the day. Not much of his appearance seemed to be affected by the apparent excess of ash and soot in the area, including his shaggy blackened crimson hair, peeking out of the confinement of his beanie. His white t-shirt wasn't affected either, with the logo still intact. His black-brown eyes shifted from the burning limousine to the group of twelve staring at him, waiting for him to make his move. Ashley hid behind the boys, needing to protect her numerous jewelry.
"Careful," Xavier warned mockingly to Ashley. "It might smell fear, and it kinda smells like brimstone."
"Jace Evans, also known as the walking fire hazard!" Dalton announced with a jovial grin, happy to finally meet the last person on his list. "You really have a thing with fire, dude."
The pyromaniac ignored him and was too busy surveying the other group, rolling his eyes at many of the boys, but raising his eyebrow at Alicia and Mona, particularly. He then turned to Dalton, who was still waiting for an answer.
"I set fires to feel joy," he stated vindictively before walking over to the group. [7]
Sampson chuckled at his small confession. "That's adorable," he managed to say.
[Confessional Cam – Dalton]
Dalton: "Yet another steal I can get from Charlie. There's something about his love for fire that I can capture inside his personality, and he's really rough on the edges. Simply explosive is what I call it."
[End Confessional]
Dalton sighed in relief. "Well, now that the whole introduction thing is over, I guess I should be telling you this-"
"I knew you'd be done by now!"
He was interrupted by his shorter partner-in-crime who opened the door with impeccable timing. Dalton groaned once more.
"Charlie!" he called out, irritated by his entrance. "I'm in the middle of something! They're about to know their team!"
"Oh, get over it," he countered harshly. "I'm pretty sure they'll get it when I bring out the rest of the cast!" He motioned for the others to come out. Whitney was the first in line, who indecisively walked each step, only to be pushed by Kenny, Sam and Marissa, Jamie trailed behind with Jan, who carried her guitar. Jean and Daniel came next, along with Damien, Alice, and Max, with Jinx leading the back. Much of Dalton's group talked amongst themselves in shock.
"There's more of them?" Xavier growled to Dalton. Luke seemed to be intrigued by Jan's guitar case, while Serena smirked at the other competition.
"Now this is where it gets fun!" the seductress cooed.
"You guys will be competing against each other," Dalton explained to the full twenty-four of them. "The group of teens who I saw first are known as Team Dalton, while the rest, whom you just saw, are the members of Team Charlie."
"So you mean to say you guys planned the teams all along, without getting to meet the others firsthand?" Valerie asked.
Dalton scoffed. "Well, you're getting to meet them now, so I honestly don't see the problem here." Valerie rolled her eyes.
The two hosts turned toward the camera. "Well, you've met the two teams," Charlie spoke first. "Which means now will be the time for the competition to begin!"
"Who will come out on top, and who will be cut off too soon?" Dalton continued. "This season, the competition, the drama, and the challenges will be even more explosive than before!"
Just as he finished, the limo that previously held Jace and the driver suddenly exploded, with everyone ducking to dodge the falling debris landing on the steps and garden opposite of them.
"I think they're trying to kill us," Xavier muttered, brushing a layer of ash off of his sweater vest.
Next time on Total Drama Revolution: Los Angeles:
"The competition starts right here, right now," Charlie announced to the 24 teens surrounding him. "It's time to put your best foot forward and show us what you got!"
"All right, everyone!" Tyrone spoke up. "I'm the team captain, so listen up!"
"Who died and made you team captain?" Xavier growled in skepticism.
"Isn't it obvious? I mean, I'm the only person with the required abilities here."
"I am not so sure about Dalton's team at all," Charlie told the camera. "They all have this imbalanced control over each other, and it looks unhealthy."
Jean and Kenny find Whitney sprinkling ground sage onto the stairs.
"What do you think you're doing?" Jean asked to the superstitious girl curiously.
"The sage keeps away any bad omens," Whitney replied cryptically. "They've been everywhere lately."
"Well, that makes sense," she concluded. "If Charlie's so-called 'enchantments' don't work, then yours might."
Charlie ran toward the others in a hasty panic, stopping by them to gather himself and take a deep breath. Valerie approached the heaving host calmly. "Is everything all right?" she asked.
"I… can't… find… Dalton… anywhere…"
"This is the elimination ceremony," Charlie announced. "Each of you will receive a callback ticket representing your safety, and the person who doesn't receive one gets sent home."
The two of them glanced at each other in suspense.
"Today is not your day."
[1] Insert "I'm In L.A. Trick" here.
[2] This is a reference to The Suite Life On Deck, where Bailey tries to stop London from bribing her teacher with money and jewels. Kinda fitting since Ashley is basically a smarter London Tipton.
[3] Keep in mind that you will get to see a lot of Dalton's flirtations as the story progresses. Valerie and Serena seem to be his main prey, but we can't count the other members of Team Charlie, can we?
[4] Tyrone's go-getter personality just screamed Abby Lee Miller to me. She's the main choreographer and dance director in Dance Moms, with a similarly uptight personality that will be showcased with Tyrone later.
[5] Classic Teen Wolf reference where Erica Reyes walks into the cafeteria, looking sexy in a leather vest. Serena is basically this season's Erica, with Valerie being Lydia.
[6] You'll see Charlie and Dalton talk about each other a lot during the season, especially during the first half.
[7] Pitch Perfect reference. Looks pretty obvious.
C.O.T.B.: So over 5000 more words, two months, and a hell of a lot of stalking on Tumblr later, the full cast is up and running. Just one thing to say… I'm really sorry about not choosing your character if you did not get chosen, but a lot of the characters I received were more one and the same (especially when it came to Team Charlie) and there were a bunch of others that I couldn't fit in. Still, keep your head held high, because there's still an adventure-filled story waiting in the branches! As for the creators of the chosen twenty-four, you will get to sit here in suspense as you see your characters go through hell in Hollywood, all to get the pride in winning. There will also be some more additions to the full format of the show as we go along.
As a refresher, here is the full cast:
Team Charlie:
1.) Alice Nicole Rolands (The Sarcastic Rocker Chick)
2.) Damien Frost (The Latino Music Maker)
3.) Daniel Kent (The Bare Knuckle Brawler)
4.) Jamie Guerrero (The Aspiring Author)
5.) Jan Krieger (The Androgynous Musician)
6.) Jean Que (The Lonely Bipolar Girl)
7.) Jinx Thornfall (The Slightly Crazy One)
8.) Kenny Stephenson (The Fun-Loving Surfer)
9.) Marissa Allen (Mrs. Independent)
10.) Maxwell Davis (The Goofy Guy)
11.) Samuel "Sammyoe" Zin (The Cross Country Runner)
12.) Whitney McDowell (The Superstitious One)
Team Dalton:
1.) Alicia Martinez (The Parkour Queen)
2.) Aoide Argyis (The Anti-Social Swimmer)
3.) Ashley Marigold (The B*tchy Bling Wanter)
4.) Jace Evans (The Pyromaniac)
5.) Leslie Brennan (The Bully)
6.) Luke Robertson (The Hippie)
7.) Mona Starr (The Sneaky Ninja)
8.) Sampson Buck (The Hermit Hunter)
9.) Serena Sparks (The Sadistic Seductress)
10.) Tyrone Grey (The Overachiever)
11.) Valerie DuBois (The Cheerleader with Brains)
12.) Xavier Chavez (The Republican)
Likewise, the full cast list is up on my profile, along with comments from the hosts. Again, sorry if your character wasn't in this. Also, I'm sorry if there weren't enough speaking parts for some of the characters, but a lot of them will have plots coming for them as soon as the challenge starts.
Next week: The new contestants get associated with their new lifestyle for the summer and getting ready for the challenge underway, and something unexpected in the house sends them all into panic mode.
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-COTB, over and out~