a/n: hahaha. is everyone excited for the first day of camp? yes? no? ;D
well, right now, i have most of the official couples mapped out! & here they are;
1.) izzy/flynn
2.) oliver/t.j
3.) red/elvis
4.) konner/alex
5.) bambi/joe
6.) isabella/Tyson
WARNING: some cursing, suggestive themes.
DISCLAIMER: i do not own Abercrombie & Fitch, SURVIVOR, Converse, The Celtics, Nike, Jordan's, Vans, or the TDI franchise.
A man in his late twenties stared at the camera, a sadistic, pearly white grin plastered onto his face. He flipped his dark hair out of his eyes, "Hello, faithful Total Drama viewers! As you know, I'm your incredibly handsome host, Chris McLean. Now, this season is going to be different. Why? Because our former contestants chickened out of doing another season. But who cares, they were getting old, anyways," he smirks, "Here's the deal. We've gone out and found twenty new contestants to compete on the show! They'll have to go through all new challenges, all new fine cuisine, and all new drama!"
He was cut off by the sound of a shrieking boat. A look of irritation shadowed over his face, but he quickly put on a smile for the camera, "And here's our first contestant now! Konner Jonathan Grey!"
Off the boat stepped a tanned, cocky looking boy. He was tall, standing above six feet, with relaxed, deep brown eyes. His blond hair was a bit shaggy, but not too the point of where he was in need of a haircut. He wore a plain, loose crimson t-shirt, that had a small pocket on his upper left chest, baggy, faded denim jeans, that were low enough to show a sliver of his blue plaid boxers, and black, worn out sneakers on his feet. One couldn't deny that he was handsome, with his cleft chin, the muscles protruding from his shirt, and the laid back look he sported.
"That's my name, don't wear it out, McLean," Konner said with a not-so-friendly looking grin, "Am I the first one here?"
Chris raised an eyebrow, "Isn't that what I just said, man?"
Konner ignored his sarcasm, "Perfect."
He walked over toward the other end of the dock, setting his rolling luggage down next to him. Chris directed his attention away from him, "Okay . . . oh, here's our next contestant now! Say hello to Tonya Jane Peterson!"
A thin, country-looking girl jumped onto the dock. She was at an average height, with an athletic looking body, but she was pretty, with her freckles dotted all over her face, her dirty blonde hair up in a ponytail high atop of her head. She had a light tan. She wore a sleeveless, plaid flannel shirt with a white wife beater underneath, with blue denim shorts and white sneakers. Her eyes were an almond shape forest green. While she wore no make-up, she had a natural sort of beauty.
"Hey there, y'all! Actually, I go by T.J," she said in a southern accent. Konner grinned at her, giving her a wave. She gave a wave back, but didn't pay him much attention. She didn't care too much for pretty boys. She was more into the nerds. They knew how to treat a girl.
"Looks like there's another contestant! Please welcome Tyson Robert Apostol!"
The next person off the boat was another tall boy. He had blond, long hair that hung free, similarly to a mane. He was tall, nearly six foot, with round, sharp-looking green eyes. His nose was short but pointy, and he had a cleft chin. He wore a dark t-shirt with the SURVIVOR logo, cargo shorts, and running shoes. He did look quite attractive, but something looked a little off about him. His lips turned up into a friendly smile, and he gave a small wave.
"Hey, everyone, it's really great to be here," he politely greeted, slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder. He walked over to the dock, standing in between the campers. He secretly surveyed the both of them. The girl looked as if she may be a slight threat, but nothing he couldn't handle. The boy looked like someone Tyson needed to form some sort of a friendship with, or an alliance. He smirked arrogantly, for he still seemed to be the biggest threat of all.
"T.J, nice to meet you," she greeted with a nod.
"Konner," he greeted, flickering his eyes to Tyson. Tyson forced a tight smile.
"Okay, okay, we all know each other. Now, our next contestants . . . Isabelle Jane Stilio, Flynn Nathaniel Forrest, and Oliver Parker Noctua!"
Three teenagers hopped off of the boat in unison. There was a girl, who was just a bit shorter then the boys. She had long, wavy black hair with green highlights, with brown eyes. She was somewhat curvy, but not extremely so. She wore a black three-quarter-inch sleeve, with a declare of 'I Am Insuperable' across her chest in green and silver letters. She wore dark denim capris, and green Converse to top off her outfit. She gave a small smile, "Hi, I'm Isabelle, but I go by Izzy."
A boy standing rather close to her was a mere inch taller, standing at five foot nine. He was skinny, but looked as if he had some muscle. He had messy red hair, and hazel eyes. His clothing was plain, a black zip-up hoodie, with a plain red t-shirt, black jeans, and matching red Vans. He was staring at Izzy with a smile that seemed a bit too-friendly, "I'm Flynn."
A boy on her other side was the same size, and was well-built and muscular. He wore a blue and white plaid shirt underneath a white wife beater, dark black jeans, and blue Converse on his feet. His blond hair was the style that you'd see on a skater boy, and he had eyes that seemed as if they didn't want to decide between being blue or green. He had a small smirk on his face when he looked at the pair, but quickly turned his gaze toward the other three campers, "Oliver."
All three campers carried their luggage over toward the other contestants. Oliver looked next to him, to see a shorter girl who had to be from the country. He grinned, "Hi."
T.J smiled back, "Hey there. I'm T.J."
Oliver outstretched his hand, "I'm Oliver."
T.J shook his hand and nodded her head.
Izzy nudged Flynn, who looked at the other pair with a grin.
Meanwhile, Chris was mumbling to himself, "Crap! Another Izzy . . . " he cleared his throat as he saw yet another boat approach the dock, "And here's our next camper! Alexandra Taylor Ramirez!"
A girl of average height stepped off of the boat, staring at everyone not-so-fondly. She had an attractive body, with a small waist and nice hips. Not too mention long legs. Her skin was tanned, she looked to be of Mexican decent. She wore a black tank-top with lacy straps, that hugged and clearly defined her curves. She wore short jean shorts that reached the top of her thigh, and black tennis shoes with hot pink shoe laces, with the word "Alex" written on the outsides in cursive hot pink font. A diamond necklace lied on her chest, with small purple gems surrounding a larger purple gem. She had almond shaped, deep onyx eyes. Needless to say, she was very pretty, but did not look to be very friendly.
"Call me Alex," the girl said, gripping onto her luggage and carrying it over to the group. An instant grin made it's way onto Konner's face. A challenge. Boy, did he love a challenge.
And this Alex just happened to have made the mistake of standing next to him.
Konner smiled, "You know, I think that if I'd ever rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together."
Alex glared at him. Less then a minute on the island, and she was already getting hit on? Not to mention, with the cheesiest pick-up line in the history of pick-up lines, "Oh, really? Because if I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put F and U together."
Konner smirked, "Oh, I see . . . you play hard to get. Funny thing about that, babe, I play hard to get rid of."
"Don't. Call. Me. Babe."
Chris grinned at the two, almost instantly having a flashback to his first season, "Ah . . . the drama has already started. And here comes the next contestant! Winnie Strom!"
A boy just below average height stepped off of the boat, onto the dock. He was thin and slender, fine-boned, and looked to be a little small. He had black hair that was styled in a messy pixie cut, and almond shaped, blue-grey eyes. He had features that looked oddly effeminate, what with his delicate, pale skin, his pointed chin, but he could still be considered handsome. He wore a green banana that tied around his neck, black jeans, and a white t-shirt with intricate clockwork design in black on the front. He wore green Converse on his feet. He looked around at the unfinished cast of campers, who were staring at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, my name is Winnie, big deal," he said with an eye roll, slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder. He made his way to stand next to all the campers.
Chris was stifling a few chuckles, but managed to say, "Alright . . . and here's Bambina Marie Logan!"
A small girl jumped off of the boat, stumbling when she reached the dock. She stood up straight, giggling. She was very short, standing at about four foot nine, but surprisingly busty and curvy. She had long, big-barrel curled brown hair that spiraled down to the small of her back. She had side bangs, cut straight above her right eye. She wore a white v-neck that took the look of a notebook paper, with many doodles, phrases, and words scattered around, a frayed denim skirt that had an occasional hole grazed just above her mid-thigh. She wore hot pink and black checkered leggings that reached below her knees, and black high-tops. She wore a hot pink headband that had a large bow on the left temple. She was really pretty, with her freckly face, deep dimples, and wide eyes, but at the same time, seemed really clueless.
"Hi everyone!" her excited wave seemed like a blur, and her talking was just as fast, "I actually go by Bambi instead, because Bambina is super-duper long and only my grandma Kitty calls me that!"
She grabbed at her pink back-pack and carry-on luggage, rolling her way toward them. Alex crossed her arms over her chest.
"Wait, so your name's Bambi?" she asked.
Bambi nodded excitedly.
"Like the deer?" Tyson put on a patient smile, knowing that this girl would be very easy to manipulate.
"Yeah! Isn't it funny?" Bambi questioned with a giggle. The campers shrugged.
"Okay, now that we met deer girl, let's welcome . . . Kyle Jeremy Richards!"
A tall, handsome boy stepped onto the dock. He was nearly six feet tall, with a rather nice looking body. He had short, chocolate brown hair, with side swept bangs. He had a square angular jaw, with a button nose, and almond shaped hazel eyes. He wore a fitting, bright green t-shirt, with tan khaki's, and regular black Converse. The boy looked as if he was a poster boy for some Abercrombie & Fitch company. He gave a cocky, dimpled smirk as he slung a black backpack over his shoulder, and gripped the handle of a duffel bag. He slowly made his way over to the group, flashing a pearly grin.
"Hey there, everyone," he greeted. Konner looked the boy up and down, and Kyle did the same. After a moment, their eyes narrowed and they turned away from each other. In unison.
It seemed as if Konner wasn't the only one taking a disliking to Kyle, as Tyson had his eyes narrowed at him too.
"Pretty boy," Konner mumbled under his breath.
"Oh, that hurt, right here," Kyle replied, tapping his chest.
"A pretty boy rivalry, eh? Alright, here comes the next contestant! Say hello to . . . Cherrypit . . . Luminscentskin . . . Waterfall Donelle?" Chris interrupted, bursting into a fit of laughter.
A very tall girl stepped down from the boat. She was almost five foot ten, with a slender body, but she was also pretty curvy, with a nice bust, and thin waist. Her hair was beautiful; incredibly long, reaching her knees, pitch black, but with bleach blonde highlights. Her eyes were large and almond shaped, forest green in color, but with little flecks of cyan. Her nose was slightly crooked, but nothing too noticeable, and her lips were pouty. She wore very short frayed denim shorts and a two layered tank top. The tank top underneath was a plain white, and the tank top over that was black, with a rose print.
"Call me Red, and only Red," the girl seethed. She picked up a backpack and a luggage bag, quickly walking toward the contestants. Alex snickered.
"Cherrypit Luminscentskin Waterfall Donelle? You're kidding me, right?" Alex asked, a hand on her hip. Red glared at her, stalking towards the girl.
"Excuse me? Do you find something funny about my name?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Bambi's eyes widened when Alex opened her mouth, and she quickly stepped in front of Red.
"So, uhhh . . . hi! I'm Bambi!" she interrupted, awkwardly shoving her hand out. Red's glare softened considerably, though she still looked angry. She managed a slight smile.
"Hi," she replied, shaking her hand slowly.
Izzy shook her head, mumbling under her breath to Flynn, "Man, I thought it was going to turn into a cat fight."
Flynn chuckled.
"Drama, drama galore!" Chris grinned, rubbing his hands together, "Any who, here's Gregory Fletcher!"
A boy stepped onto the dock. He was semi-tall, standing at five foot eight. He was slender and skinny, but he had muscular arms. His brown hair was short, but curly, and his eyes were a bright ocean blue. His face was round, his lips slightly big, and he had a skinny, pointed nose. He wore a dark green Polo shirt, black Levi jeans, and black Converse. On his head was a green and black striped fedora, with a red feather sticking out.
"Hey there, everyone." he gave a small wave, grabbing two duffel bags, and approaching the group.
"Alright, now here comes another camper! Torrance Christina Wilder!"
A girl of average height jumped off of the boat. She was five foot seven, slender, but very curvy. Very. She had bleach blonde hair with pink streaks, and her eyes were an almond-shaped, sea-green. Her face was heart-shaped, her lips full, and she had a beauty mark at the corner of her lip. She wore a flowy, lacy white crop top that showed off her midriff, and the piercing on her belly button, skinny jeans, and light pink ballet flats. She grinned, showing the deep dimples in her cheeks.
"Hey, everyone. You can call me Torry," she greeted, putting both arms through the straps of her backpack and grabbing at her duffel bag. Kyle eyed the girl, liking what he saw. She was very, very pretty, just his type, and seemed really sweet.
Chris shrugged, "Okay, now that we met the cheerleader, here's our next camper . . . Elvis Waern!"
A tall boy stepped down from the boat. He stood around five foot eleven. He had a toned, and somewhat buff body. He had short, dark brown hair, deep, beautiful dark brown eyes. He facial features were strong, with a distinctly aristocratic air, and gentle eyes. He wore an ebony leather jacket over a simple white t-shirt, light-washed, frayed jeans, and normal running shoes. He smiled in a friendly way.
"Hey guys," Elvis greeted, gripping his roll-on luggage and walking toward the contestants. He looked at who he was standing next to, a girl with very long hair and beautiful eyes. He gave her a small, crooked smile. Red caught herself before she gave a smile, and quickly turned her head.
"And here's another contestant, say hello to Alice Chen!" Chris called out in enthusiasm.
In unison with the name being called, a semi-short, freakishly pale girl stepped down from the boat. She was a little bit below average height, about five foot four, slim, but not very curvy. She looked to be of Asian decent. She had ink black, straight hair that was layered down to her shoulders, with side swept bangs. Her eyes were large, dark brown, but hid behind brown wire-framed glasses. She had slight bags beneath her eyes. She wore a black dress shirt with elbow-length sleeves that hung open over a black-and-white striped tank top, that had a ruffle on the right shoulder. Underneath was a dark red camisole. She had on dark-wash boot-cut jeans, and on her feet, she wore bright red low Converse.
She said nothing as she pulled her carry-on luggage, and walked toward the group, standing at an unnoticeable distance from the rest of the cast.
"O . . . kay, next up, Joe Smeader!" Chris awkwardly introduced.
A tall, tanned boy stepped onto the creaky, fragile dock. He stood at six foot one, and seemed to have a pretty nice body. He had brown hair, that was styled into a buzz cut. His almond shaped eyes were a deep, dark brown, and his mouth was small. He wore white shorts, partially dirty white sneakers, and a plain white t-shirt underneath a Ray Allen Boston Celtic Jersey. He smiled at everyone, picking up two duffel bags.
"Hello," Joe politely waved, strolling over to the contestants. He stood next to a much smaller girl, who was staring up at him with a smile. He gave her a smile in return, watching as she looked away and rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet.
"Alrighty, and say hey to Ashley Elaine Cobra!"
A tall girl jumped down from the boat, onto the wooden dock. She was five foot eight, and had a curvy, slightly muscular body. Her hair was a very light platinum blonde, pulled up into a ponytail, with side bangs falling across her forehead. Her eyes were a bright, mysterious looking green, she had high cheekbones, a long fox-like nose, a long scar running down from her left temple to her jaw, and a few freckles. She wore allot of eyeliner and mascara, that complimented her luminescent eyes. She wore grey basketball shorts, running shoes, and a Nike t-shirt.
"Hey," she said simply, distantly, gripping a backpack and roll-on luggage, going to stand in the group.
Chris looked over the campers, slowly nodding. The cast was near complete, "And here comes Sean William Hart!"
Onto the dock stepped a tall boy. He was six foot even, with a bit of an athletic body. He had short and spiky jet black hair, and almond shaped sea blue eyes. He wore a lightweight navy blue army jacket over a white athletic shirt, baggy black jeans, and blue and black Jordan sneakers. He gripped a backpack and a duffel bag, walking toward the cast.
"And please welcome Michelle Brianna Davis!" Chris introduced.
A girl of average height stepped off of the boat. She was five foot seven, had an hourglass figure, and had slightly dark skin. She dark brown hair with bangs, that was let down past her shoulders. Her eyes were a bright mix of blue and green, merging on turquoise. She wore a plain pink tank top, a black, short cotton jacket, grey skinny jeans, black flats, and black hoop earrings.
"What's up, y'all?" she asked, grasping at two roll-on luggage bags, and rolling her way towards the lot.
Chris grinned, "And last, but not least, meet Isabella Burromuerto!"
A short girl stepped down from the boat, onto the creaking dock. She was five foot even, with thin curves, a large bust, and tanned skin. She had straight black hair that was pulled into a high ponytail atop her head. Her eyes were relaxed, but at the same time, they looked very sharp, and on edge. She wore a strapless maroon dress that hung down to her knees, with matching flats and a silver butterfly necklace. She gave a smile at the cast, a smile that seemed a bit too sweet.
"Burromuerto . . . Burromuerto . . . why does that sound familiar?" Alex asked. Isabella shook her head.
"I am Alejandro's older sister . . . it is a shame what he has done to my family name. I have come back to prove that not all Burromuertos' are like him," she said slowly, her voice sounding sincere.
Chris nodded his head, "Alright, now that we have everyone, I am required to take a logo picture. Go stand at the edge of the dock."
The cast thought nothing of it, as they all took poses at the required location. Only after Chris took the picture, did T.J question, "Wait, didn't the dock collapse after they took a picture?"
"Oh shit," Red muttered.
Before anyone had time to move, the dock collapsed from under them. There were many curses, death threats to Chris, and peeved campers as they swam ashore. Chris stood safe back on land, chuckling at the campers, "Have a nice swim?"
Alex put her fist up and attempted to go hit Chris, but Konner wrapped his arms around her before she had the chance. He chuckled, "Easy there, tiger."
Alex still glared at Chris, until she noticed that Konner still had his arms curled around her waist. She pushed his arms apart, turning around and kicking the boy in his unmentionables.
"Ouch," he gasped, forcing himself to keep from keeling over. Chris continued walking.
"Okay, I'm sure all of you know where everything is, but I have to show it to you anyways," Chris said with a sigh, "Okay, bras, here's the cabins . . . the mess hall . . . and the confessionals."
"And now, what you all have been waiting for . . . " Chris grinned maniacally, "Teams! Alex, Bambi, Red, Konner, Elvis, Joe, Tyson, Isabella, Alice, and Gregory! You are team Screaming Bears! Ashley, Izzy, Oliver, Flynn, Michelle, Kyle, Torry, T.J, Winnie, and Sean! You are team Killer Chipmunks! Alright, I'm required to give you all the rest of the day to unpack, unwind, and whatever. I'm going to my room . . . Oh, and by the way," he paused, and put emphasis on his next words, "Don't go in my room."
The campers shrugged.
Alex: Fuck. My. Life.
Konner: Well, this aught' a be fun. Alex is pretty hot, and she's a challenge, which I like. *Wink* Too bad it's all just a game, I hope I don't devastate her by the end of the game. *Mock puppy dog pout*
Bambi: *Excited giggles* I'm so happy to be here! I can't wait! Everyone seems so nice and sweet! This is going to be the best summer ever!
Red: *Blank stare* You're shitting me, right? The Screaming Bears? Oh, because that just sounds so fucking badass. *Eye roll*
Oliver: I'm making it my mission to hook Izzy and Flynn up! It's so obvious that they're in love. *Snickers*
Flynn: To set the record straight, I'm not in love with Izzy!
Winnie: *Shrugs*
Alice: How fun, I'm in a summer camp with people I don't know! *Sarcastic fist pump*
As all the campers began to scatter, Tyson caught Isabella by her arm.
"Listen, I know your going to be a strong opponent, and I can promise you, I will be just as strong. But, I can also promise you that things will get ugly fast . . . so, I was wondering if you wanted to be in an alliance with me?" he asked, putting on an innocent smile.
Isabella put on just as fake of a smile, "That'd be nice, Tyson!"
Isabella: Well, I've already got one alliance, if I keep up this little act, I think I gain some people's trust . . . *Smirk* this'll be great.
Tyson: *Leans back with a cocky smile* Just watch and learn.
Chris stood on the dock, the sun setting behind him. The sadistic host grinned, "There you have it! Twenty new campers! Rivalries have already started, romances are blooming, and drama comes in tons! Tune in next time for Total. Drama. Again!"
a/n: so, there's the first chapter! over four-four hundred thousand words. i think i'm gonna dieee. /headdesk.
i hope i lived up to everyone's expectations with this chapter! sorry for the lame team names. -_-U & i'm trying my best to give every camper some spotlight!
the next chapter will feature them moving into cabins, & the first challenge! (: there will be more drama, more relationship development, & more everything next chapter!
thanks everyone! reviews are love! :DD