Total Drama Island: Revamp - Episode 4: Dodgebrawl
Killer Bass: Alejandro, Blaineley, Cody, DJ, Gwen, Izzy, Justin, Lindsay and Tyler.
Screaming Gophers: Bridgette, Courtney, Duncan, Eva, Geoff, Harold, Heather, Katie, Owen, Sadie and Trent.
Chris grinned as the camera zoomed in onto the dock, "So," He begun, rubbing his hands together enthusiastically. "Last time on Total Drama Island, we got tie-breaker!" Chris chuckled, "Can you believe it? Well, Beth left as Alejandro begun to really dig into his team! Bridgette ruined her chances at not being known as the klutz and Eva ruined her friendship with Bridgette, but both prevailed in winning the challenge!" Various scenes of the two from last episode played for mere moments before flashing back to Chris, "So with Heather's blackmail and Alejandro's deceit, who will be the next to depart? Find out on Total Drama Island!"
Lindsay sat outside of her cabin, grinning as she deftly painted her dainty nails with a hot pink colour. She looked up and squinted due to the pure intensity of the booming heat, "Ugh," She gasped dramatically, looking down at her nails. "They're melting?" She squeaked, in confusion.
From afar, Blaineley watched Lindsay (while she herself was hiding behind a tree). "What do I do?" She whispered to herself, desperately trying to come up with something. "I know!" She cackled, looking back at an oblivious Lindsay.-
Lindsay leaned backwards, sprawling herself out onto the floor. "Finally, I can sunbathe." She opened her eyes and screamed as she saw Blaineley standing above her. "Blaine! You scared me!"
Blaineley scowled. "It's - nevermind, did you vote me off? I know you didn't want me to stay." Blaineley's demeanour was harsh, Lindsay looked worried so she softened her tone and took a seat aside her, "Did you vote with Alejandro?" She asked slowly.
Lindsay registered this, blinking numerous times as she tried to recall her vote. "Uh..." Her utterance trailed off quickly, Blaineley glared at this but once Lindsay had turned to see her expression it swiftly switched to one of happiness, something Blaineley had much experience in doing. "I didn't vote with Alejandro, but he doesn't know that. Dustin and that other person promised they wouldn't tell."
"That other person?" Blaineley remarked, arching her eyebrow. Lindsay nodded enthusiastically, Blaineley's own enthusiasm and tolerance level for Lindsay quickly dimmed. "Look, Lindsay. Allign with me and Gwen otherwise I'll tell Alejandro and then he'll get people to vote you off!" Lindsay looked horrified, "And you know, I'll do the same because if I gave you a way out and you didn't take it, whose fault is it?"
"Beth's!" Lindsay answered with confidence.
"No!" Groaned Blaineley, "It's yours."
Tyler and Alejandro sat alone in the Mess Hall, staring at their disgusting food with little enthusiasm, Tyler's eyes widened once he swore he saw it move. "Woah, I think I'm going crazy..." Tyler looked up after getting no response and noticed an extremely glum Alejandro.
Alejandro sighed as he glanced back at Tyler. "Our loss last week was dangerous. We cannot keep losing!" Alejandro groaned as he slammed his fist on the table, Tyler visibly jumped.
"Yeah, I agree." Tyler responded, trying to be as helpful as he possibly could. "We need to - !"
"Tyler!" A delighted Lindsay called as she energetically raced into the Mess Hall. She let out a small gasp upon realising that Alejandro was also in The Mess Hall. "There's a uh, mess in the guys cabin on your bunk!" Lindsay giggled.
Tyler looked confused. "But I'm not on a - " Lindsay suggestively winked, something which Alejandro quickly noticed. "Oh!" Tyler stood up, grinning and unable to hide his happiness. "I have to, uh, go and sort that out." With not a single glance toward Alejandro, Lindsay and Tyler quickly exited.
Alejandro glanced around the empty Mess Hall, "Hmm." He looked towards the nearest camera and beckoned it closer, once it had moved closer, he spoke. "Suspicious..."
Harold stood outside of his cabin, the other team members were crowding him and Duncan in a circle. A seething Duncan stood, screeching loudly in an attempt to deflect Harold's accusation. "I punched you? I punched you?!"
Harold attempted to show no sign of nervousness by puffing up his chest, but the sweat marks which caused laughter from the other team members showed how he truly felt. "I don't know anyone else who would have done it." Harold answered, shrinking back in anticipation of Duncan's impending anger.
"Listen here, nerd." Duncan hissed, grabbing Harold by the neck as the others gasped. "I did NOT punch you." He let go of Harold, who let out huge wheezes in attempt to get air into his lungs again.
The circle disbanded as the majority of the team swarmed against Harold, Duncan stormed off quickly. Unaware that he was being followed by Courtney also. "Duncan!" She squawked.
Duncan cringed before turning around and looking around - he had walked quite a distance. "What? Checking me out?" He joked, a smile on his face.
"Ew!" Courtney looked as disgusted as she usually did. "No. You handled that horribly!" At this, Duncan glared yet again. "You should have just denied it!" Courtney groaned, "Why did you intimidate him MORE?"
"Because he's a loser." Duncan admitted nonchalantly. "People can think what they want," Duncan shrugged, seeming more and more relaxed by the minute. In contrast, Courtney seemed to be getting more and more exasperated.
"You can't be helped!" Courtney reasoned, "Fine. Let people think you've done it!" She quickly turned in the other direction, leaving Duncan alone with only his thoughts and in his thoughts, an idea was quickly forming.
Bridgette sat with Harold in the cabin, as she meditated on the floor (with Harold attempting to do the same behind her). "Don't you think that is...relaxing?" Bridgette asked softly, as the cabin door swung open, interrupting the moment entirely.
Courtney stormed in, with Heather trailing behind her. "What's wrong?" Harold asked, voicing exactly what Bridgette was wondering. Courtney only sent daggers towards Harold in response.
Bridgette glanced at Harold, then Courtney with a confused expression on her face. "Well, uh, we can go elsewhere, can't we Harold?" She smiled warmly at Harold who nodded.
Courtney mouthed her appreciativeness towards Bridgette as her and Harold made their exit. Instantly Heather trudged towards the cabin door and slammed it shut, Bridgette stood still for a moment.
"Bridgette?" Harold whispered, confused as to why she was staying still.
Bridgette took a couple of moments to reply. "Nothing, Harold." Harold looked confused, "Nothing at all." She mused under her breath, regrettably looking back at the cabin as she and Harold looked to find elsewhere to meditate.
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Bridgette sat, head in hands as she sighed. She spoke more sombre than usual. The cheery, chill mood that she naturally radiated had been replaced with one of stress and confusion. "I'm just going through the possibilities..." She groaned, "Did Courtney do it?" At this, she finally looked up towards the confessional camera and even leaned forward to grip and shake it.
"Did she? Give me a sign?!" She begged, confused. Bridgette pursed her lips, deep in thought. "I don't know! I don't know!" She screamed in frustration. "Duncan clearly didn't do it." She surmised, "Right?"
Even that, she was unsure of.
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Duncan sat in the confessional, gleaming as he slouched. "I have a plan," He assured the camera, charisma dripping off him and his rare smile. "I'm going to find out EXACTLY who punched Harold and clear my name." Duncan paused for a moment and then guffawed. "I'm...I'm - !" He wheezed, laughter echoing off the confessional walls. "I just...have never had to say that before! Me? Innocent?"
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Heather watched as Courtney paced around the cabin, muttering incessantly under her breath. "What are you even saying?" Heather finally spoke, clearly annoyed.
"Isn't it obvious?!" Courtney remarked, looking at Heather if she was stupid, something which Heather took direct notice of yet she kept her lips sealed. Heather merely cocked her head and batted her eyelashes and Courtney took that as a sign to continue on. "I tried to talk to Duncan about who punched Harold because I know it wasn't him!"
Heather gasped in shock quietly at this. "How do you...know that?" She enquired, hoping she would plant a seed of doubt in Courtney's mind.
"Duncan told me and I believe him." Courtney retorted, full of confidence. A few moments of silence lingered within the air as Heather glanced around, trying not to look at Courtney while also miracuously trying to gather her thoughts.
"I, uh..." She began, trying to be domineering as her eyes blazed into Courtney's squinting ones. "He just told you that?" She then burst out laughing, rather crazily. Prolonging this act only served to unnerve Courtney, who glanced around.
"Should I get someone?" She asked loudly over Heather's cackling. "No?" It faltered out quickly.
"You really would believe a delinquent criminal from juvie?" Heather looked at Courtney, who now looked unsure. She smirked, knowingly and continued. "I thought you were smarter than that..."
Courtney scoffed. "I - I am!" She cried out, weakly with an expression of upset on her face.
Heather simply laughed and strode out of the cabin, closing the door behind her and this left a confused and wistful Courtney standing alone for a few moments, considering what had just happened.
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Heather simply stood in the confessional, her expression one of pure cockiness. With a slight smirk gracing her face, she sat down slowly and sighed, content. "Treat me like the Queen of this game." She simply whispered, "I'm the one who putting Courtney in her place. She is far too smart and I don't like it. Now knowing that Duncan has an alibi is dangerous...so I have another plan and Courtney's about to get her karma." She paused from her explanation and grinned, "I know," She spoke, directly to the camera. "I'm good."
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"Ugh, foraging is such hard work!" Sadie groaned as she strode, looking through the endless, endless scenergy of mere green grass or trees. "There's not even any berries!" She then plopped herself down on the nearest rock, loving the silence before for one second. "Wait..." The realisation had dawned on her, as she was now frantically looking around. "Katie? Katie?!"
Unbeknownst to her, Katie was menacingly sneaking up behind her. "Boo!" Katie screeched, causing Sadie to scream and slap whatever was behind her, she turned and gasped when she realised it was (a now glaring) Katie.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"
"I can't believe you just did that!" Katie seemed extremely angry, Sadie hung her head in the shame. "It's exactly what I could've done!" Katie's sweat and happy demeanour returned, Sadie squealed with Katie quickly joining in.
Bridgette and Harold were meditating outside the cabin, however only Harold seemed to be completely into it. Bridgette's eyes were firmly glued on the cabin, with Courtney still having not left.
"Do I go?" She whispered under her breath, glancing at a completely relaxed Harold before standing up but quickly stopping upon seeing Eva come back from her morning run, "Eva!" Bridgette whispered, in an attempt to get attention without disturbing Harold.
When this didn't deter Eva from going towards the cabin, she raced towards her and unfortunately tripped and slammed straight into her. Bridgette cringed in pain as she recoiled back, Eva's eyebrow raised at her.
"What, Malibu?" Eva asked.
Bridgette rolled her eyes and continued clutching her aching stomach. "We need a plan of action." Bridgette sighed, hesitant to divulge information. "I think Courtney and Heather are working together." Eva shrugged, uncaring. "More than us, remember the bathroom talk? The morning run? The pee break? She spends more time with her than with this us!"
At this, Eva looked enraged. "Well...what should I do? Go in there and break them into - !"
"No!" Bridgette hushed Eva, seeing that she was getting increasingly enraged. "I also think Courtney might be the one who punched Harold." Eva was stunned into silence, she nervously laughed.
"Look, she's still our alliance member. We keep a close eye on her, but we do nothing." Eva commanded, Bridgette nodded at this and smiled now feeling happy that she had gotten someone else's opinion. "And about last challenge," Eva begun meekly, remembering how everything transpired.
Bridgette let out a shaky sigh, "Let's just - uh, forget about it. A lot happened that day. We need to work together for the sake of our team and our safety." Bridgette did not want to remember burning Geoff's hat and managing to get stuck in a forest alone in the space of a couple of hours, so she was grateful when Eva snapped her out of her thoughts with a response.
"Yeah," Eva agreed. "Anyway, I think the challenge is starting soon."
All competitors could be found on the dodgeball court, with Chris in front of them, taking his typical stance to explain the challenge. "So, the way this works is that five people will compete each round. But since the Bass have a selection roster of 9, then the Gophers will have the same." Chris looked to see whom had understood and he groaned when he was only met with confused expressions. "As in, the Gophers will choose two people to sit out."
Silence.
"Now!" Chris demanded.
"Well, as a team leader. I'm certainly not sitting out." Heather looked at her team for a response of affirmation but merely flipped her hair and looked at the other team, examining her competition.
"Tick. Tock." An annoyed Chris yawned. "We're on borrowed time..."
"We'll sit out!" Katie and Sadie suddenly repeated at extremely high and shrill volumes, Chris laughed at seeing people jump due to this and nodded. "Yay!" The screeching teens hugged each-other and strolled happily towards the bleachers.
"Now, you'll get a few moments to discuss strategy." At this, Eva scoffed. Chris glared at her, but stopped when she raised her fists. "Uh, she can't do anything, can she?" He meekly asked, the camera man shook their camera to dictate a 'no'. "Five players each round. We all know the rules of dodgeball." Chris yawned, "I need my latte. Go!"
Alejandro quickly up The Bass on the right side of the court. "Okay, so we need our strongest players first. Me and the lesser Justin can use our good or in his case, barely okay, looks to charm the others."
Justin gasped, hand on heart. "Did you guys hear that?! I'm hot!"
"You sure are." Blaineley purred, slinking her way to Justin who screamed in fear.
"Lindsay, Gwen, DJ. You guys seem like the strongest players also."
At this, Tyler looked offended. "I'm great at sports!"
The entire Bass burst out laughing, apart from Lindsay who consoled him.
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Tyler was seething in the confessional, a harsher glare on his face than the usual smile or grin. "I can't believe, me, a jock is being seen as bad at a sport! Dodgeball, pfft. I can so do that."
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Justin looked glum in the confessional. "Am I..,ugly?" His sullen tone was not lost on the camera woman who shook the camera to specify that he was not. At this, Justin smiled. "For a second, I was worrying I was only appealing to Blaineley's crowd." He quickly to cough, then gag at that thought.
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A domineering Heather was merely scowling at The Bass, not even looking at team. "It's called intimidation tactics." She told no one in particular, not realising that they were all listening to Courtney apart from Duncan.
"I'm sitting out this round." At this, Heather's ear pricked up. Duncan nonchalantly walked to the bleachers, noting the stares he got from the other team, most of surprise.
"I think Courtney should play." Heather's blunt approach took Courtney by surprise, as she stared at Heather awaiting for her to justify this with some insult. "As the star player," Courtney rolled her eyes. "We don't want to use me to soon." Heather didn't even wait for objections, she quickly followed Duncan to the bleachers and sat beside him.
Duncan winked and Heather instantly turned away as her stomach turned, regret seeping in.
"Round 1. GO!" Chef was donned in his referee costume and at the sound of the whistle, the scramble began with Bridgette, Courtney, Eva, Geoff and Trent on one side and Alejandro, Justin, Lindsay, DJ and Gwen on the other side.
Eva and Courtney raced for the dodgeballs instantly, Heather cheered from the sidelines to seem like a teamplayer, although she was internally gagging on the inside, much like Duncan.
Bridgette gravitated towards Geoff, while dodging a ball going flying her way. "Hey," Geoff looked at Bridgette while she kept her eye firmly on the others. "I'm sorry about your ex hat, but I see you fixed it."
Bridgette couldn't see Geoff's tone, but still sensed some sadness. "I mean...it wasn't that big of a deal brah, I have a new good luck charm anyway." Bridgette was confused for a second, before blushing and realising he meant her.
At this, Bridgette looked towards Geoff lovingly. Unfortunately from the other side of the court, Alejandro aimed a skillful throw at Bridgette which would have hit her had Geoff not slid in front and allowed it to hit him.
"Geoff!" Courtney chasisted at the sound of the whistle, not having seen what had happened. "New plan!" She cried out, angrily. "Let's all head to the back of the court, so we can see what is going on."
Courtney turned her back and unfortunately was hit by Justin. A whistle showing that she was out, Heather cheered extremely loudly alongside Katie and Sadie. "I'm on your team!" Courtney glared at Heather.
"Oops." Heather grinned back, knowing yet also sheepish.
"Did you see that?" Justin told his team. "I did something!" He hopped up giddily. Alejandro rolled his eyes and looked where to aim his dodgeball next. "Wait," Justin grinned, "I have an idea."
Alejandro looked on as Justin took off his shirt and stood, expectant of everything on the other side to stand still. Unfortunately, Trent quickly lunged a dodgeball at him and Justin screamed. "My pecs!"
"We're never letting him do anything again." Alejandro muttered under his breath.
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Alejandro sat in the confessional and only glared at the camera, the silence in the air was only for a few seconds as Alejandro was quick to erupt in a series of expletives with the occasional name (usually Justin) sprinkled in.
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"So, this place sucks." Gwen's eyes were on the flies buzzing around the confessional and her eyes traced the scratches over the confessional sides, "Although," She almost seemed to be engrossed by them. "There are some good parts about it. Like in this challenge, me and Lindsay are just letting DJ do the work."
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Geoff watched anxiously as Bridgette and Trent seemed to be talking and laughing with each-other, but he ignored the feeling in his stomach and sat silently, merely swinging his legs as a sign of discomfort.
Next to him, Heather was working on Duncan. "You know, Courtney told me that she might not want to help you clear your name and I was like, that makes sense, but she was being so suspicious." Subtle was not the word that came to mind in regards to Heather.
"What are you saying?" Duncan queried.
Heather bit her lips, "I'm saying..." She whispered in Duncan's ear, "I think Courtney punched Harold and wants you to take the blame." Heather watched as the cogs turned in Duncan brain.
"Of course, it makes sense! Princess didn't defend me when she knew I was innocent." Duncan growled. "She tries to do this sultry, seductive act." Heather looked disgusted, "But that's just a way to pull wool over my eyes."
DJ caught a ball, which meant that Bridgette was out. Lindsay and Gwen high fived and Geoff was quick to cheer, earning suspicious looks from his team and most importantly, Bridgette.
"DJ, you're like so good at this." Lindsay complimented as she waved to a pouting and petulant Tyler who had been relegated to the bleachers. Due to this momentary lapse in concentration, Eva and Trent aimed dodgeballs at her.
"Lindsay!" DJ yelled out, attempting to alert her.
"Huh?" She stated with her warm and bubbly tone as two dodgeballs slammed straight into her, "Ow!" She cried out in pain, "Do I look okay?" She asked to DJ, Gwen was attempting to hide her laughter.
DJ fainted. Lindsay quickly ran off crying, with Tyler running after her. "Do we need to sub someone else back in?" Gwen asked Chris, who stuck his thumbs up. "Come on in Blaineley!"
Blaineley looked absolutely disgusted by this, but groaned and stormed towards Gwen, only to be slapped with a dodgeball as soon as she could. "That wasn't even FAIR!"
Chris shrugged.
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Blaineley sat in the confessional, nursing her wounds (or lack of) nervously. "My skin is more lumpy than before!" She irrationally exclaimed, attmting to show the camera this as she ran her fingers over her skin. "Show a side by side comparison!" This prompted chuckles from behind the camera. "I'm literally going to get this show CANCELLED." She seethed, silencing everything.
At this, she let out a deranged, hysterical laugh.
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Eva looked at a worried Trent, only to seem him get hit by a dodgeball. She screamed out in anger as Trent scooted off the court and onto the bleachers. She smirked as she looked at how who she was faced with.
"Team, we can win this." Alejandro assured them, before realising only Gwen was left. "I guess I just mean you and me, Gwen." Alejandro sent daggers towards Eva and clutched the dodgeball in his hand tighter.
He aimed it and pretended to throw it at Eva, Eva laughed. "Pathetic!" She taunted.
"Yeah, PATHETIC!" Heather chanted, blowing a raspberry at Alejandro. Alejandro scoffed and turned to Heather about tor retort but Eva slammed a dodgeball into his chest and Heather only served to humiliate him further by laughing. "Oh, you'll get them next time, Al."
Alejandro cringed as he walked off the court, furious.
"Throw it." Eva whispered under her breath, Gwen understood loud and clear and so, Gwen shook her head and threw a dodgeball at Eva. Unfortunately, she caught it. The Bass erupted in instantaneous groans, contrasting the Gophers booming cheers and chants of Eva's name.
The next matchup readed themselves on the court. Courtney stood alongside Heather, Duncan, Harold and Owen. As the other team began discussing strategy, Heather instead decided to stay close to Duncan.
"So, what's the plan?" Heather asked, interested in what Duncan was doing.
"Give Princess a live grilling."
"What!?" Heather spluttered in shock as Duncan strode over to Courtney, Heather looked mortified at this new development that she had not prepared for. "Owen!" She hissed, however Owen did not hear her. She groaned.
"So, Princess." Duncan spoke loudly for the benefit of both teams and so everyone could hear. Heather looked stunned at this development as she attempted to look elsewhere. "You punched Harold." Duncan declared, before laughing.
Everyone gasped.
"Ooh, drama!" Laughed Chris, excited at what was unfolding. "And start!" No one seemed to be paying attention to Chris starting the dodgeball tournament however as eyes were glued on Courtney and her impending response.
"I - I did not!"
Duncan laughed. "You sound unsure. And I don't think hot stuff over there would lie." Duncan's thumb gestured towards Heather who was internally screaming in horror at her plan going so wrong.
"WHAT?!" Shrieked Courtney, "She's a total snake!" Courtney smiled and dusted her hands. "It's okay, let's focus on winning this challenge." Heather sighed happily, "After I deal with her." Heather was then tackled towards the ground.
"Round 2!" Duncan cheered, referencing them fighting off the cliff top.
With the other team distracted, Izzy cackled as she stood beside her teammates. "ATTACK!" She roared. Suddenly dodgeballs went flying across the court, hitting a different Gophers member and the whistle was quick to signify who had won.
Izzy jay walked up and down the court as her other team members cheered. "Let's stay on!" She said to them. Cody, Blaineley, Alejandro and Lindsay all looked extremely receptive.
"Oh my god..." Katie spoke, "Can you believe it, Sadie?"
"I totally can't!"
"Me either! I was going to say that!"
"Omg, we're so..."
"In sync!" They both finished.
Not realising that they spoke so loudly that their entire team was glaring at them, they continued talking amongst themselves. The Gophers had gathered at the bleachers in order to discuss what had gone down before moving onto next round.
"That freak attacked me!" Spat a visibly scratched and bruised Heather. "I can't play!" She glumly sat herself on the bleachers. "Isn't that right, Katie?"
"Yeah, totally. Courtney really hit her hard." Heather grinned as Katie backed up her story, Courtney glowered at this.
"It's not my fault she's a lying snake!" Courtney sniffed, on the verge of tears. She raced out of the dodgeball court, now clearly crying. At this, the Gophers were silent and unsure as to how to proceed considering how fractured they were.
Eva nudged Bridgette, a concerned look on her face. "Sneak away and go after her, I think she's being framed." Bridgette nodded, regretful of her earlier thoughts and got up.
Trent quickly noticed this, "Hey, where are you going?" He whispered, Bridgette signalled a shushing gesture and he nodded. Bridgette smiled warmly as she snuck off, unnoticed to the rest of the team.
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Heather looked at the camera, angered. Her breathing laboured, "Why...would...Duncan RUIN everything!" She groaned, clutching her hair and pulling it slightly. "He was not meant to reveal to Courtney this whole thing was my fault. It totally could've backfired on me. Luckily, everyone thinks it's Courtney."
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Eva looked saddened and uncomfortable as she scratched her arm in the confessional. "This is all that witch's fault!" Growled Eva as she got more and more riled up. "The least I can do is hope that Courtney convinces Bridgette it wasn't her, then the alliance can actually regroup. She never told me she was framing Courtney!" Eva glared at the camera, "I should've known better!"
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Izzy had resorted to napping on the floor by the bleachers, as she snored away. Alejandro muttered something inaudible under his breath and gestured DJ to join them. "Me?" DJ whimpered, nervous.
"Come on Gophers!" Alejandro hollered, "We're ready!" He taunted them, revelling in this moment and loving their dissonance and lack of cohesion as a team. "This is great!" He grinned towards his team members, DJ and Cody exchanged concerned glances.
"Why does he think it's so great?" Cody whispered, "Don't you think he's doing...a bit much? Enjoying this a bit much? He's relegating me to the back and he kind of scares me a little. I did tell you he pushed me before everyone arrived, right?"
DJ looked shocked at this new information. "Did he really? I can't believe it!" DJ exclaimed. "But I suppose, that's what everyone else thinks." DJ was stumped, "It could've just been an off day and adrenaline, he's fine."
"Yeah..." Cody responded, not quite convinced.
The final match up consisted of Cody, Alejandro, DJ, Blaineley and Lindsay against Eva, Heather, Duncan and Geoff and Harold.
"Harold, stay in the back!" Barked Heather.
"Gosh!" Harold looked annoyed, but still complied.
"Damn Heather, you're kinda harshing my mellow..." Geoff spoke up, shooting an apologetic glance at Harold.
"I'll harshen your chances in this competition by voting you out!" Heather knew that response probably wasn't the best but everything was currently getting concerningly out of hand for her and her loud, angry breathing was only one indicator of this.
Bridgette pursed her lips, thinking about what to do as she strode to Courtney sobbing on a tree stump. "Courtney," She began calmly. "Look up." Courtney looked up and Bridgette let out a visible sound of disgust accidentally. "Okay, look down." She acknowledged, as Courtney did so.
"It wasn't me!" Courtney screamed into her now booger covered pants. "She's lying. You believe me, right?"
Bridgette paused, "Of course I do." She rubbed Courtney's back comfortingly. "No one would react like that unless they were being framed. No one." Bridgette was clear of that. "But who do you think it really was? Duncan? Heather?"
"I don't know." Courtney mused, wallowing in her own sadness. "It's so embarrassing that I, a C.I.T, sat there and cried." Courtney looked up and straightened herself up, before smacking herself across the face.
"Oh my gosh!" A concerned Bridgette looked at Courtney with confusion, "Are you okay?"
Courtney closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself and then let out a huge, unnerving smile. "We can go back. We can go back. We can go back." She repeated to herself, almost as a form of motivation.
"Uh, okay..." Bridgette responded, clearly taken aback.
Gwen and Blaineley sat on the bleachers, watching as everything continued to go on. "Guess what?" Blaineley whispered, "I told Lindsay that she might want to always vote with us or I'll tell Alejandro she double crossed him."
Gwen looked annoyed.
"What?" Blaineley was deeply surprised, "It was a good move. Admit it, it gets her on our side and she knows that if she's not on our side, she's in danger." Blaineley looked back at the court to see Alejandro get hit by a dodgeball, "Ooh. Painful." Although she was secretly happy about seeing him in pain.
Alejandro strode towards the bleachers, "Why would you do that?!" Exclaimed Gwen, attempting to whisper but Alejandro still listened intently. "You are seriously so crass."
"I think you mean, I have class." Blaineley was only laughing at Gwen's response, Gwen got up and quickly moved further away. "Oh, come on!" Blaineley laughed even more, "You're not serious?" Her expression switched to annoyance as she whipped her head away and crossed her arms, "Fine." She replied, defiantly.
Alejandro quickly took Gwen's seat. "Care to tell me what that was about?" He asked, "I'll make a deal if you do."
"Okay, you want the gossip. I got it." Blaineley glared at Gwen, who was in conversation with Justin at this point. "I'm just not appreciated enough." Alejandro rolled his eyes at this.
"I get it." He completely lied, "Now, Gwen and you...you know, you just don't fit together. It brings down your...social standing." Blaineley gasped at this, looking horrified. "So, you know, maybe you should spend your time wisely."
With that, Alejandro returned to his original place of standing by the bleachers and observing the glance. Once Blaineley knew he wasn't looking at her, she let out a gleeful grin.
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Blaineley was imitating bowing in the confessional. "All these flowers, all these awards!" She grinned, "I know, I'm a great actress." She gestured for the camera to come closer and when it didn't she scooted forward. "He's not slick. He is trying to enhance this rift between me and Gwen. My social standing is already down being on this craphouse of a show. So, enhance the rift he wants? Enhance it, he gets!"
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Katie sat on the bleachers, braiding Sadie's hair. "Wow, you look so good!" She complimented, Sadie giggled at this.
"Oh, it's Courtney!" Sadie realised, drawing all attention to Courtney who looked mortified as she hung her head in shame and slowly attempted to get to her team, with Bridgette beside her.
Chris blew the final whistle. "And it looks like with Eva losing against Cody, DJ and Blaineley that the Gophers have painstakingly lost everything single round. Continuously lost. So, horrible - AH!"
A dodgeball was hurled at him, sending him straight to the floor.
Courtney groaned and stormed over to the bleachers, where her team began congregating. "Oh my god, Katie and Sadie are so acting like a duo and are clearly close." Bridgette facepalmed at this obvious level of strategy with absolutely no strategy.
Katie and Sadie gasped. "Oh my god!" Katie clung onto Sadie in fear, "She's targeting us!" They began hysterically sobbing.
"Oh gosh, Courtney. Desperate, much?" Heather laughed, haughtily.
In the Bass cabin Eva was barricading the door, with Bridgette, Trent and Courtney on the inside. While the other three were sat down on Bridgette's bed, they all looked equally nervous as Eva paced the room rather roughly.
"We need to save Courtney."
They nodded at this.
"But how?" Courtney's voice was clearly quivering, prompting Bridgette to rub her back. "I cannot be the first person to leave on our team!" Courtney's tone showed that she was extremely, extremely nervous.
"Well, we've got us four." Reasoned Bridgette. "We only need one more..."
Eva grinned, "Harold."
Katie and Sadie were in the Mess Hall, sobbing beside Duncan. The otherwise empty mess Hall had quickly cleared out as their wailing only increased in volume and length. "I can't believe we're going to be split up!" Sadie sobbed, wiping tears and accidentally jabbing a frustrated Duncan beside her.
"Me either!"
Duncan groaned as he rest his head on the table, he then began banging his head on it in the hopes that they would either stop or he would pass out and not have to hear them.
Bridgette washed her hands in the communal showers and saw a saddened Lindsay, blubbering as she sat by the showers. "Waiting for someone?" Queried Bridgette, rather confused.
"No." Lindsay sniffed, "I just feel...what's that word...nervisoa?" Lindsay scratched her arms, "Can I tell you something? We're on opposite teams anyway, and you seem like totes natural and I love that!"
Bridgette nodded. "Sure, I won't tell anyone else anyway."
Lindsay grinned. "Yay! So, like Blaine is telling me I need to do something and I don't, right?" Bridgette expected more and cocked her head to the side in confusion. "Right?"
"Uh, sure." Bridgette answered, although being unsure.
"Yay! Thanks!" Lindsay darted happily out of the showers, gleeful.
Eva stood with Harold by the confession, "If you do NOT vote out Duncan for punching you, you will be punched further." Harold gulped at this, but didn't see the logic.
In the darkness, his confidence in order to question everything was relatively high, especially considering no one was around. "So either vote Courtney and get punched or vote Duncan for doing what you're threatening?"
Eva grinned, not sensing the mistake. "Exactly. Good talk!"
"Hey, bud." Trent smiled warmly to Owen as he walked into the cabin, Owen was eating with an assortment of wrappers scattered around and underneath his bed. Owen patted the bed and Trent understood the action he needed to take and sat by him. "Can I ask you something?"
Owen nodded, munching on crisps. "Anything!" Trent did shudder at food flying everywhere but continued on regardless.
"What do you think of me and Bridgette?" Trent asked.
Owen furrowed his brow in confusion. "I like you both!" Trent stared at Owen, full of annoyance. Owen then gasped and chuckled to himself as he realised. "Oh, hoho." He giggled, "I like it!" Owen cheered, "Go on Trent!"
The cabin door swung open and Geoff walked in, "Hey Geoff, guess what?" A giddy Owen spoke, glancing to Trent who shook his head.
"Yeah, brah?"
"Nothing!" He answered meekly. Geoff wasn't convinced, "Oh, I uh, mean...what do you think of Heather?"
"I mean, she looks good." Geoff admitted, shocking the two. "But I have my eye on someone else." Trent looked extremely uneasy, while Owen remained completely oblivious. "She's harshing my mellow, though..."
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"His eye on someone else?" Trent repeated, completely nervous and his cool demeanour completely wiped from him. "I, what...huh?" He looked at the camera, his piercing emerald eyes showing signs of worry.
STATIC.
Heather strode in the Mess Hall, groaning and shuddering in pure disgust at only Katie, Sadie and Duncan being there. "Tragic." She venomously spat out under her breath, although she quickly forced a fake smile when Katie noticed her and waved at her.
"Hi guys!" Heather's voice seemed to go up a couple of octaves and become shriller, something Duncan clearly noticed as he groaned. Despite this, Duncan did lift his head up to acknowledge her.
"Am I going?" He sighed.
Heather paused, "Truthfully, I don't know." She shivered, "I'm not voting you and I assume the targets over here, aren't either?" Katie and Sadie gasped in unison upon realising who Heather was talking to.
"That's us!"
"Oh my god, Katie, it is!"
"So we need to vote together." Heather specified, making eye contact with each of them. Katie and Sadie nodded eagerly, hanging onto every word. "And that vote is...Courtney."
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Duncan looked unamused in the confessional. "What sweetcheeks doesn't know is that I have another plan just to secure votes." He chuckled, "Me and the guys have, uh, gotten along slightly and now? Oh, Duncan doesn't go home early." He flashed a grin at the camera which radiated purely confidence.
STATIC.
Duncan strode in the Bass cabin, whistling innocently. "Trent, I think you're wanted elsewhere." Trent looked confused but was quick to exit once Duncan sent a glare his way.
"What was that about?" Geoff questioned. "I mean, I'm not about him either but..."
"I need to stay." Duncan stated bluntly, ignoring Geoff's question. "I'm...I don't want Courtney to go." Owen gasped melodramatically, "But I also don't want to go. But I also want Courtney gone. So, don't vote me." Duncan warned. "I think we have the votes to tie it if you throw your votes onto someone."
Duncan then left, leaving Owen and Geoff to decide their votes.
"Well, Owen..." Geoff began, scratching his neck. "Who exactly should we vote? I mean, Heather's really harshing my mojo."
Owen nodded eagerly, "But I don't know...there could be others."
"Hmm..."
Trent spotted Bridgette meditating and slowly made the decision to walk over and he nervously sat beside a meditating Bridgette outside of the cabins, "Hey." He greeted warmly, she quickly jumped at this surprise. "Oh, sorry!"
Bridgette smiled, "It was just a surprise! You know, meditating just helps me relax in stressful times like this. It's why I do it a lot and why I got Harold to do it earlier."
Trent thought about this and grinned, "Would I be better at it than you?" He joked.
"Oh, everything's a competition." Bridgette quipped, rolling her eyes but a smile still clearly on her place. "You know, when I meditate I think of me, surfing the waves on the beach and being on top of the world." Bridgette sighed reminiscing. "And here, where is there to surf? The docks?" Bridgette laughed at that mere suggestion.
"Well, we could always go swimming together." Trent suggested, Bridgette thought it over.
"Yeah, I suppose we could. Watch out for the seagulls though!" Trent joked, "Cah, cah." His bad imitation caused visit to burst out laughing.
Harold walked into the almost deserted Mess Hall and saw only Heather and Duncan engrossed in what seemed like taxing conversation, he coughed to alert them of his presence other than a distasteful glare from Heather, nothing else signalled that they had noticed him as they went right back into conversation. He diligently sat beside them, expectant of them to notice him eventually.
"So, as I was saying...everything is clear, right?" Heather rolled her eyes at Harold's presence and then sighed. "Yes, Harold? What do you want?"
Harold grinned at finally being noticed, he opened his mouth to speak but Duncan beat him to the punch. "I'm going." Duncan stated gruffly, before reaffirming his action by standing up and glaring at Harold (and raising his fist mockingly) as he left.
Once the Mess Hall door closed behind Duncan, Heather spoke. "Who are you voting? Tell me now!" She asked, with absolutely no intention of being polite.
Harold squirmed in his seat, "I respect this bold approach." He told her, rather surprised. "Who do you think I should vote?"
Heather's eyes dropped at this, "No information but trying to get information out of me? Typical." She grumbled. "We are not voting Duncan, are we?"
Harold smirked at this. "Why not? I'm under the impression he punched me."
Heather turned away to grumble at how her plan had fallen apart at the seams. "Stupid Duncan ruining everything..." She turned back, a smile on her face. "Surely, you would have known who would've punched you had your glasses not have come off." Harold nodded at this, confused as to where she was going. "And, I uh, think, Courtney is less likely to punch you hard compared to Duncan. Surely, if he'd knocked you out he would've continued going?"
Harold pondered this, with Heather hoping her story was convincing.
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"I'm just so mad!" Heather then cussed under her breath, groaning before she continued. "Edit that out." She demanded to the camera man. "My perfect reputation as prom queen can't be tarnished." Production clearly felt otherwise as they put pictures up of Heather's cat licking her face and clearly labelled them 'prom night' as she continued to speak. "My plan was obviously to get Eva on my side, get Harold thinking it was Duncan and then get Duncan thinking it was Courtney because I just don't trust Courtney and she's too smart for her own good." Heather sighed, "Sadly ruining her game a bit by bit became harder, but she self destructed so..." She dusted her hands. "Begone!" Heather cocked her head, "Sorry, try playing dumb." She waved cockily to the camera.
STATIC.
Harold sighed, tutting. "Of course Duncan punched me! There's only a one point two point five point six point seven point..." Harold's confessional was quickly sped up by the post production crew before reverting it back to normal speed at a different point. "So, Courtney could not have done it."
STATIC.
"Hey, Cody. I appreciate you foraging with me." DJ spoke as he worriedly glanced around the forest as he held multiple baskets of berries. "But...where do we go from here? How do we get back?"
"Uh..." Cody trailed off nervously, glancing around at the large assortment of trees and greenery. The never ending scenery and no sign of a way out caused doubt, nervousness and fear to seep into his mind. "Did you hear that?" He squeaked at nothing in particular.
"Hmm, no." DJ looked nervous, however. "Uh, do you think the others will notice we're gone?" Suddenly, a twig snapped and Cody screamed extremely loudly and ran into DJ which caused him to drop one basket of berries and cling onto the other as he also began running from nothing in particular, screaming in pure fear.
Courtney walked into the campfire ceremony and grimaced upon seeing Heather, crouching by someone else's stump. "What are you doing?" Courtney snapped from a distance.
Heather glanced at her, equally as moody. "Nothing." She snapped back with as much conviction as she took her seat on the stump adjacent to that one. Courtney scowled.
"You think I'm going, don't you?"
Heather remained mute for a moment but eventually did speak up. "Regardless of what happens, I have a plan." At this, Eva strode in the campfire ceremony and glanced between Heather and Courtney and sat behind them.
Heather swivelled around, "So, Eva. Are we voting similarly?" Courtney's eyes widened in shock.
Eva rolled her eyes. "We'll see."
"We better." Heather threatened, angrily. "It is no secret who I'm voting." Courtney hung her head in shame as the possible reality of leaving set in. Eva glanced at her, conflicted.
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Courtney stood up, obscuring her face as she passed anxiously within the confessional. "My thought process is why would Eva vote with Heather?" The camera couldn't see Courtney bit her lip, but she quickly stopped pacing. "Heather is totally untrustworthy and is just digging the knife in. She'll get her payback or I'm not the student president of my debate club."
Silence.
"Oh, yeah, I am." Courtney clarified quickly.
STATIC.
The campfire ceremony had a intense atmosphere, sweat began forming on many people's faces as the votes had been cast and Chris had finally stood in front of everyone with his typical purple marshmallow plate. For seconds, the only thing that could be heard was the roaring flame.
"So, this is your first time here. Screaming Gophers," Chris began, glancing at their worried faces and conducting himself in a more serious manner than they had seen up until this point. "You will be given a marshmallow, this marshmallow represents safety and life here at the camp..." While everyone may have thought Chris was pausing for dramatic effect, he had actually forgotten everything.
Heather glanced towards Duncan's stump, Courtney stared in confusion. "What did she do to his stump?" She whispered, lucky it couldn't he heard over the roaring flame.
"If you do not get a marshmallow, you are going to get on the Boat of Losers and never come back. Ever." Chris looked towards the plate and then looked back the camera. "Oh, your faces." He began chuckling.
A chorus of objections to this were instant.
"Yeesh, tough crowd." He spoke to the camera, "The marshmallows go to... Eva, Bridgette, Geoff, Harold, Trent and Owen." Each of them quickly got up and raced to grab their marshmallow and feast on their safety.
Chris stared at back the remaining few, before Bridgette cut in. "Are these vegetarian?"
Chris groaned loudly, "No, Bridgette." Bridgette quickly gave her marshmallow to a gleeful and happy Owen.
"Oh my god, are we in danger?" Katie clutched Sadie, extremely nervous.
"I think so!" Sadie responded, equally as nervous.
Heather rolled her eyes.
"Katie and Sadie...come get your marshmallows." The loud cheers that followed caused everyone to flinch. "I don't know why they're still around..." Chris remarked dryly.
Courtney looked at who was left, Heather grinned at her. Duncan's eyes were shifty but mainly on the floor.
"The next marshmallow goes to Heather."
Courtney sighed, Heather hopped and instantly snatched her marshmallow from Chris and then turned to her safe teammates. "You guys are so lucky I'm still here. We need a good, talented leader." Her eyes glanced over at Courtney once she had spoke about talent.
"Lucky us." Trent spoke sarcastically, luckily Heather was too busy making eye contact with Duncan and gesturing him to something else to notice.
"The final marshmallow of the night goes to...
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Courtney."
Courtney gasped and cheered, "Thank you! Thank you!" She kissed her marshmallow and happily took her place beside her team, before looking at why Duncan didn't react.
Duncan had been examining the side of his stump, Eva's anger rose once she realise her name had been marked into the stump and her suspicious were confirmed when she looked up and Heather was smirking at her, she growled struggling to conceal her anger.
"Well, Duncan. Dock of Shame time."
Duncan stood, angered. "So I got framed for punching Harold over there? When it was actually Eva?" He yelled, slightly unsure but no longer unsure when Heather nodded and confirmed his suspicious.
Eyes were suddenly on Eva, she guiltily looked down. "It was NOT on purpose!" She suddenly roared, bellowing. This caused people to shuffle away from her.
"Oh, yeah. That's what they all say." Duncan sneered, "Whatever. Get me out of here, bunch of losers anyway."
Blaineley watched outside of her cabin as she saw the others return. "Looks like Duncan's gone." She told the camera, "Don't they look so sad..." She feigned concern before bursting out laughing.
"I love it."
The shot focused on the sad faces of the Gophers as they retreated to their separate cabins, no doubt this was not the end of what had transpired at the campfire ceremony tonight.
AN: So, that's another chapter after an extremely long time. So, Duncan's gone. Heather's scheming didn't go quite as perfectly as she wanted. But Heather is always such a versatile schemer. What will happen next episode? (The update will be a lot sooner).
