Pepsi and watching season three episodes of Community – what I do while I'm typing up the new chapters of Total Drama Blainerific.
If you don't watch Community… You should.
Rosalind wants you to watch Community. It's her favorite show. I'm just saying. :P
And everyone, give a big round of applause to Female Darkish Cody. She helped me come up with the idea for this challenge. Also, go check out her story Put It On Shuffle And Repeat if you haven't already. She and I are going to co-write it now, so if you like my work, go check it out! And she's very talented herself. :3
Dark Punxysaur, section five: Lolol, nah. Izzy isn't Espinoza; Espinoza is an adult woman, so. :P
John-SP150: I already answered this question on my deviantART account, but I feel like regaling the answer again. For Total Drama Blainerific, no, it won't, since Total Drama Blainerific is a sort of AU – meaning it takes place during the time that Total Drama: Revenge of the Island was supposed to. For Total Drama Blainetastic, I'm not so sure. I definitely won't add them as contestants (because there's already so many), but I might feature cameos or having them be interns. I know Dawn will be featured at least once, because I adore her. :3
The Dragon 1000: Thank you! …And did she really? :o I'm not judging, don't worry. My friends do pretty much the same thing all the time… xD;;
Rae2themax: Aww, I'm still really sorry about that… I mean, I've become really attached to Sammy as a character. Aaaaaaaaaaah
Disclaimer: I'm afraid that I do not own the Total Drama series or any of its characters, logos, or merchandise. I also do not own majority of the characters in this story. The only thing I own is the fanfiction, my collection of OC's, and an obsession with fictional characters. Also, I own you. Yes, you. You are my bitch forever now. :D
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"Last time on Total Drama Blainerific…
The contestants were forced to partner together – once again – to complete the challenge, but this time, they were allowed to choose their partner. Zakk and Samantha, predictably, decided to work with each other. Emily and Briana, our newest lovebirds, also decided to flock together. You know what they say – birds of a feather, flock together. I always liked that saying… Ahem, very predictable, but what can you do? Now here are the two pairs that weren't as predicable – Richard and Lucian, who have something of a friendship going on, decided to team up; this left Angie and Bunifa Latifa Halifa Sharifa Karifa to work together. The challenge's objective was to create an original movie preview – a movie that they made up completely. Lucian and Richard decided to create a law enforcement movie; Zakk and Samantha created a horror, romance, and thriller thingymajigger; while Angie and Bunifa created what won the challenge – a gang and animal lover movie. It was supposed to be a drama… and somehow ended up what probably would've been the best comedy movie of all time. Emily and Briana, meanwhile, found a setback in their movie; Emily, while on the search for a good place to film their sci-fi preview, stumbled upon the cave of the legendary – slightly annoying – Sasquatchinakwa. Poor Emily got herself trapped inside the cave, the two unable to complete the challenge. One would think, then, that one of the girls would have been eliminated – and you would be right. However, our villainess wasn't going to allow herself – or her girlfriend – to be eliminated. Briana messed with the votes – again! – and got Samantha booted off instead. Seriously Briana, this is getting old. Really."
"It really is." Came a voice, making Blaineley jump.
"What – Chris! What are you still DOING here? Didn't I tell you to beat it?"
"You've told me a lot of things, none of which matter to me at all!" Chris said cheerfully.
"Ugh." Blaineley scowled. "So, how on earth will Briana mess around with the challenge today? What will the challenge even be? Because I don't know. And will Zakk ever find out just who got his girlfriend eliminated? Find out all this – and more – on today's drama filled episode of – "
"Total… Drama… Blainerific!" Chris cut in, smirking. Blaineley glared at him. "What?"
(Theme Song: Go to The Race From Hell for details.)
Unlike the last time that we opened up to an episode of Total Drama Blainerific, the sun was not shining, the birds were not chirping (well, maybe they were), and, overall, it was not a cheerful start to the day.
The rain was pounding down on the cabins, a downpour rather than a light shower. Thunder was rumbling every now and again (making even Zakk jump when he wasn't expecting it), and to make matters worse, there were little holes in the roofs of both of the cabins, the wall trickling through the unexpected tears and soaking the campers unfortunate enough to sit underneath them.
"For the love of fucking God," Bunifa snapped, "how hard could it be for Chef to fucking fix the damned roof?" The ghetto girl was, unfortunately for her, snuggled in a sleeping bag under one of the large holes in the cabin. No matter where she moved the sleeping bag, she somehow managed to find herself under another hole in the roof, frustrating her beyond belief.
Confessional:
She groaned. "The bunk beds may not have been comfortable, but shit! At least I had a bottom bunk. That bunk was right under one of the holes in the roof, and," she smirked, "Frances slept right above me. And then he was eliminated and I had a whole bunk to myself." She laughed, and then stopped after a few seconds. "Ah… but seriously, Blaineley, the Producers, whoever the hell is in charge of this shit. Get it fixed!" –Bunifa Latifa Halifa Sharifa Karifa James
"Apparently it's very hard. I mean, there are hammers and nails involved and everything." Briana said sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she pulled herself out of her sleeping bag.
"W-we could ask Chef Hatchet later. Maybe he w-would if we asked n-nicely?" Emily suggested, clutching the corners of her sleeping bag, sighing in content at the warmth.
"Somehow, girl, I doubt it." Bunifa sighed. "Hell, maybe I should try myself. At least something would actually get DONE."
"At least we have pillows from the last challenge. That's a bonus, right?" asked Angie, trying to look on the bright side of things (even though her bangs were nearly soaked to her face.)
Because the winners from the last challenge had been two girls, Blaineley decided to give all of the girls a little bonus – they got some of the many, many pillows from Blaineley's cabin. Because of the lawsuit the Producers were suffering from the Final Destination Company, the beds – along with the blankets and pillows – were sold for extra funds. It was a small amount of money, but Miss Espinoza had insisted that every little bit of money counted. Blaineley had decided to listen to the good side of her personality and give the teens a little more comfort in the conditions she had caused them to be in.
"Hmph. It is a consolation – a small consolation, but a consolation nonetheless." Briana yawned.
"Today should be the challenge day. Do you think that Blaineley will have us do a challenge in this weather?" Angie asked.
"Honestly? Probably. Blaineley's a bitch." Bunifa rolled her eyes. "But it never hurt to hope a little, I suppose."
"I think that being on this show is enough to crush the hope out of any sane person." Briana said dryly.
Bunifa and Emily both chuckled at that comment; only Angie stayed quiet.
Confessional:
She sighed. "I hope that she's caught soon. I can't… ugh! She hasn't made me help her out with her evil plots in a while, but that doesn't mean she's forgotten about the blackmail she has over me. Soon enough, she'll need help with screwing over another one of my friends, and I'll be too damned cowardly to do anything about it. Crap." –Angie McLine
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Meanwhile, in the boys' cabin, Zakk was trying to do something about the leaks in the roof.
He wasn't having too much success.
"Dude," Richard winced as he dodged to the side, barely avoiding a stray nail. "I've never fixed a roof myself, but I think you're doing it wrong."
"Fuck you, Richard." Zakk muttered, holding three nails with the outer part of his lips. "At least I'm doing something about the God damned leaks."
Richard held his hands up in surrender. "Forget I said anything. I'll just sit here in the corner."
"That would be appreciated." Zakk said again, quieter this time.
"So…" Lucian said, trying to lift the mood. "What game are you playing right now, Rich?"
"Castlevania. I haven't played it in a while, and the urge hit me again." Richard sighed at the fond memories of Castlevania he had made at the Island.
Lucian raised a brow. "I guess you really like it, then?"
"This and Kingdom Hearts. I, uh, got a reason to play Castlevania more often while I was here." Richard blushed, a smile adorning his features.
"What reason would that be?" Lucian asked, confused as ever.
"Katie really likes Castlevania. She was better at the game than I am; it was one of the first things I came to really like about her. Not to mention her eyes, her hair, her smile, her – "
Lucian rolled his eyes good naturedly. It was better than wallowing in misery, and anyways; Richard's feelings for Katie were cute.
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The intercom, which the Producers had allowed Blaineley to keep, suddenly blared at that moment. "Attention campers! Please, report to the Mess Hall for today's challenge! I hope you all have some nice hoodies! And if you happened to bring an umbrella, bonus for you!" Blaineley's sing-song voice rang out.
Bunifa pulled out the umbrella she had brought with her, just in case. "Fuck yeah." She said, the umbrella whacking Briana in the head as she pulled it out of her backpack.
"Ow! Damn it, James!" She swore rapidly in Spanish, rubbing the spot on her head that would surely bruise.
"Heh, sorry…" Bunifa grinned nervously as Briana glared at her.
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About thirty minutes later, the campers – all of whom were wet (except for Bunifa with her umbrella), despite only spending two minutes in the rain – joined Blaineley in the Mess Hall, their diva of a host dressed in a red raincoat.
"Good morning, campers – ah, stand on the towels, if you please. This floor is mahogany. Please and thank you." Blaineley grinned, the campers all glaring at her as they moved to step on the towels spread out around the Mess Hall.
"I hope you rot in hell, Blaineley." Zakk said dismissively, standing on one of the red towels.
"What? Nothing wrong with protecting the sanctity of mahogany flooring." Blaineley shrugged. "Now, I trust that you slept well?"
"No." said Bunifa. "The roof's been leaking all night!"
"I'll try to get that fixed." Assured Blaineley – or at least she tried to assure them.
Confessional:
"Didn't she say that last week?" –Richard Vic Birge
"Just get to the challenge, Blaineley!" Zakk snapped, crossing his arms.
Bunifa sighed. "Cool your tits, Zakk."
Zakk glared at her, but said nothing.
Confessional:
"Ever since Samantha got voted off, Zakk's been exactly like a pregnant woman – tired, irritable, and totally unpredictable. He's especially been bad around Blaineley – the woman can't say so much as 'hello' to him without him snapping at her. As long as he doesn't start craving pickles and ice cream, I won't be too worried – but still." –Bunifa Latifa Halifa Sharifa Karifa James
Blaineley scowled at Zakk. "Any who, today, the challenge will not be issued by me. For today's challenge, an old friend we all know and love will explain the challenge!" The blonde hostess smiled.
"Ooh! Does that mean that I get to do it?" Chris popped up by Blaineley. "Because, I want to. I haven't in such a long time."
"No! Get out of here, Chris! How many times do I have to tell you?" Blaineley snapped at the smug, black-haired host.
"Let me think… no." Chris laughed at the furious look on Blaineley's face.
"I hate you so much, Chris." Blaineley fumed.
"Well, I miiiight be tempted to leave, on one condition." Chris smirked, leaning in towards Blaineley.
"And what, pray tell, would that be?" Blaineley hissed through clenched teeth.
"If you give me a kiss – " Blaineley paled visibly, " – I'll leave. Is that fair, babydoll?" Chris's smirk grew even wider at seeing the blush on Blaineley's face.
The campers burst out into laughter, everyone except for Zakk, who looked revolted.
"Fuck, dude!" He exclaimed.
"No! No force on this earth could possibly make me, Blaineley Stacey Andrews O'Halloran, kiss you!" Blaineley snapped.
"Well," Chris leaned back, the smug grin still on his face, "I guess you don't want me to leave that badly, do you?"
"Fuck you, McLean." Blaineley swore.
"Name a time and a place, sweetheart." Chris chuckled.
Blaineley simply shuddered. "Ahem… moving on… today, I decided that one of our former, more quiet campers will get to decide the challenge today! The person that he judges to be the best in the challenge, doesn't get immunity – rather, they get to choose the person that is eliminated from today's challenge."
She smiled broadly at the horror-struck campers.
All of them horror-struck, that is, except for Angie.
Confessional:
"This is my chance! If I can win this challenge, I can get rid of Briana and redeem myself!" She smiled. "I have to win this challenge. I HAVE to!" –Angie McLine
"Please welcome back to the competition, for this challenge only, Chase Longogia!" Blaineley grinned, opening to door to reveal the silent card-writer himself.
"Hey, Chase!"
"Good to see you, dude!"
"How's it going?"
"How have you been?"
Chase smiled shyly and nodded at all of them, except for the asker of the last question – Briana. He hadn't forgotten that she was responsible for Bailey's elimination.
Briana noticed his pointed stare, but said nothing. If that's how he wanted to be, so be it.
Hello, everyone.
It's nice to be
Back.
Chase wrote as a simple greeting.
Confessional:
"I like that he uses proper grammar on his cards. So classy." –Blaineley O'Halloran, The Hostess
For today's challenge
I've been working
On several pictures
Of the same thing:
A pine tree.
If I might say so
This picture
Will camouflage
In this weather
Very nicely.
So, the challenge
Is to find as many
Of the pine tree
Pictures as you
Can. Do you
Understand?
The campers nodded. "Sounds reasonable enough." Bunifa shrugged.
"Y-yeah, but in this downpour? T-that will make it m-more difficult." Emily pointed out.
"True…" Briana crinkled her nose.
One more thing:
There is one
Picture out there
That will guarantee
Your victory
Even if someone
Else has more pictures.
"Hey, wait! It's raining outside, these pictures will be soppy and unrecognizable when we find them." Lucian commented.
They're all in
Clear plastic
Wrap. They
Should be safe
From the rain.
Chase wrote quickly.
"Fair enough." Lucian said, scratching the back of his neck.
"Is that all, Chase?" Blaineley asked the silent card-writer. Chase nodded, his bright blue eyes avoiding direct eye contact. "Okay, contestants! The challenge begins now. You all have one hour to search the Island and find as many of the pictures as you can! Or, what Chase deems the 'special picture', if you're extremely lucky. You're all allowed to go grab something to protect you from the rain if you want to, but that will just take away from the time you have to search for the pictures. The minute you spend grabbing your hoodie could be the minute that determines whether or not you win this challenge! Understood?"
The contestants nodded, Richard shrugging his shoulders. "This challenge shouldn't be too difficult."
Confessional:
"Not too difficult, but still difficult. Notice that I'm wording it that way because I'm trying to protect myself from being jinxed. Because that sucks." –Richard Vic Birge
*buzz*
"There must be something about the special picture that sets it apart from the rest – maybe a gold star on it, or a banana sticker, or something?" She frowned. "No, that can't be it. That would make it too obvious. Chase would go for something to mark it apart from the rest, something that's both subtle, yet noticeable to him." She frowned deeper. "Or, Chase is planning on playing favorites. If that's the case…" –Briana Galvan
One more thing:
Don't team up
With anyone.
That won't help
You at all.
Emily, who had been standing side-by-side with Briana, exchanged a glance with her girlfriend. "Well," Briana said smoothly, "may the best one win." She smiled, squeezing Emily's hand. The bookworm smiled herself, her grey eyes meeting Briana's brown ones.
Lucian chuckled a little. "Rich, this might be for the best. We did suck in the last challenge." He and Richard both laughed.
"True."
"Alright, everyone! Are you all ready to get started?" Blaineley asked cheerfully.
"No." Zakk said dryly.
"That's too bad!" Blaineley grinned. "Starting now, you have one hour to get as many pine tree pictures as you can and report back to the Mess Hall for counting! Go!"
The contestants all ran out of the Mess Hall, leaving Blaineley, Chef, and Chris alone (along with the interns that were helping Chef prepare lunch.)
"So, Blaine." Chris grinned, leaning on a table. "The offer still stands. A kiss from the feisty temptress in exchange for my departure."
"Go to hell, Chris."
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Angie, the blackmailed animal lover
"Thank God I grabbed my hoodie." The animal lover commented to herself, unaware that she was talking to herself until a few moments had passed.
Confessional:
"Thanks to this show, I've gotten into the habit of talking when people aren't there. I blame the Confessional – as useful as it is, I still sound like some sort of crazy person. Or like Izzy." A nail from the roof of the Confessional suddenly lands on her head. "Ow!"-Angie McLine
*buzz*
Nobody is inside the Confessional. Thunder flashes through one of the windows, illuminating the makeup trailer and giving it the appearance of a pair of eyes (the windows) and a mouth (the line of the floor). I don't appreciate being insulted. –The Confessional
The rain didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon; if anything, the opposite. Her hoodie was offering little protection – her head was dry (relatively), but her jacket was still clinging to her shivering form. Her father had given her the hoodie when she was nine years old, and it still fit her.
As creepy as it was today, she decided to go out into the woods to search for the pictures. It seemed like it would be inevitable anyway – the Island was mostly forest with a hint of the buildings Blaineley had for the challenges. She would probably have to trek into the forest eventually.
Confessional:
"And anyway, Chase said that the pine tree pictures would do an adequate job of camouflaging in this weather. That's a clue in itself – pine trees don't grow near a lot of the buildings on Wawanakwa." –Angie McLine
Angie found the first picture about five minutes into her trek in the woods. It was hard to tell at first; the rain was streaming past her face and blurring her vision, the picture appearing from the distance to just be another tree, but there it was – a clear plastic wrap picture was hanging from one of the higher branches on a tree. It was about four feet above Angie's head; she was going to have to do a little climbing.
"Oh, wonderful." Angie muttered sarcastically, covering her hands with her sleeve to protect herself from splinters.
The trunk, wet from the rain, was slippery under Angie's feet. The animal lover let out a yelp as she lost her footing and slid down, her fingers inches from grabbing the wrapped up picture when she fell.
"Ow!" She yelped, landing on her butt. Angie stood up; cursing lightly as she dusted off her hoodie (not that she really needed it, what with the rain). "Well," she glared at the tree, "time to try again."
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Zakk, the frustrated rocker
Zakk didn't have as much luck as Angie – granted, she had fallen from a tree within the first ten minutes of the challenge, but for Zakk, it took him ten minutes before he even found his first picture.
Like Angie, the first picture he saw was hanging above him, but unlike Angie, his picture was about ten feet above his head.
"God fucking damn it!" Zakk swore. "Well, time for a good, wholesome climb." If the weather had been nicer, he would've wrapped his trademark hoodie around his waist to make climbing easier, but that wouldn't have been the smartest idea. He could hardly win this challenge if he caught a cold or the flu, after all.
Since he was more in shape than Angie, he had an easier time climbing up the tree than the afore mentioned animal lover did.
The rain wasn't making things any easier, however. The trunk of the tree was still hard to climb, despite his physique, and it took him another two tries before he got to the branch and grabbed the picture.
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Lucian, everyone's favorite detective
Lucian was, by far, the contestant having the most success. Not even three minutes into the challenge, he found a pine tree that wasn't like the others – one of Chase's pictures.
Confessional:
"'Don't practice finding camouflaged things,' Uncle said. 'That'll never come in handy,' Uncle said. Well HAH! Guess what just came in handy? Nyaaah!" He stuck his tongue out at the camera. "In your FACE!" –Lucian Sanders
About five minutes after that, with a lot of concentration applied to the task, he found another picture on a tree about thirty feet away.
"Two pictures! Score!" Lucian said, pumping his fist through the air. "This challenge is sort of easy! I can win for sure if I try hard enough!"
Confessional:
"But if I do win this challenge, then I would have to pick who to send home. I don't know if I could do that, I mean… everyone here is really cool. They all compete fairly, and I imagine we all have legitimate reasons for trying to win, even if I don't know what those reasons are." He sighed. "Well, I probably won't win anyway. But it's nice to think that I could." –Lucian Sanders
Four minutes later, everyone's favorite detective found yet another picture, with a tally of three altogether for Lucian.
"Sweet!"
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Briana, the cleverly disguised villain
Briana was doing a fairly good job herself, almost as good as Lucian, but not quite. About seven minutes into the challenge, one of the pictures entered her view – she squinted her brown eyes a little, trying to make out whether or not that was a picture or just a tree.
Confessional:
"Who would've thought it would be so hard to tell a freaking picture from a stupid tree? I mean, come on – it's a plastic wrap picture, and a tree. It can't be that hard to tell the difference between the two!" –Briana Galvan
As the time passed in the challenge, it became clear that karma wanted Briana to eat her words – naturally, the pictures became harder and harder to see as the rain continued to pour down.
Confessional:
"…I shouldn't have said that. Now it's even tougher – it took me fifteen minutes for me to find another picture. Luckily for me, though, the interns seem to have gotten lazy, and there was another one right beside it." She looked at the two pictures, both wrapped in sopping plastic wrap, in his hands. "You know, Chase really isn't a bad artist. The shading on the leaves is incredible – it actually looks like it's raining on here." She squinted. "Oh… maybe it looks like that because it was just out in the rain." –Briana Galvan
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Bunifa Latifa Halifa Sharifa Karifa, the girl whose name rhymed
It was inevitable for the contestants to run into each other during the challenge, and fifteen minutes into the game (after discovering two pictures), Bunifa ran into Zakk.
"Hey, Zakk!" She waved, tightening the hood on the jacket she had borrowed from Angie.
Zakk waved back at her. "Any luck with this lame-ass challenge, James?"
Bunifa nodded. "Two, so far. What about you?"
"I have three; I had to climb a God damned tree to get this stupid picture." He held up one of the pine tree pictures, the plastic wrap stained with pieces of leaf and bark. "The other two were a bit easier."
Bunifa grinned. "A tree, huh? How did that go for you?"
Zakk was silent.
Confessional:
"Let's just say that whether or not I can have children now is debatable." –Zakk Blythe
"…I'll take that as an 'it went badly'." Bunifa commented.
"No shit, Sherlock." Zakk rolled his eyes. The two were quiet for a moment, until Zakk spoke up again. "Bunifa… who did you vote for last challenge?"
This time, it was Bunifa who rolled her eyes. "Again with this, Vanilla Ice? Let it go! There wasn't a conspiracy to get rid of Sam; it was just how things went."
"No, James, I'm serious." Zakk looked around. "Look, I've been asking the others the same question when I can. The others, they don't have a reason to lie to me. They know I would kick their ass if they lied to me about this."
"Honestly, I think they're scared you would kick their ass if they told you they did vote for Samantha." Bunifa raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe so, but the others are pretty honest. And almost every one of them said that they voted for Emily, not Samantha."
Bunifa met his gaze. "You're thinking – ?"
"So I confirmed this with an intern – Emily was the one that had the most votes. But Samantha was eliminated. What do you think this means, Bunifa Latifa Halifa Sharifa Karifa?" Zakk asked her.
"That you're paranoid?"
"No!" Zakk said in frustration. "Think about it, James. There have been a lot of funny eliminations going on throughout the show – that girl, Jacky. The Killer Barbarians' leader, Delia. Chase's girlfriend, Bailey, and a lot of others. And now, Samantha, just when Emily was threatened for elimination. Again, what do you think that means?"
"You're saying… that Emily is behind all of these weird eliminations?" Bunifa gasped.
"Exactly! Just when Emily was threatened in elimination, Samantha leaves the Island. I think that Emily's been playing us all for chumps – don't you see, she's the master villain here!"
"But…" Bunifa shook her head. "That can't be true! She's so sweet, she's not the type!"
"I'll bet you that it's all an act. What's the best way for people to not suspect you? To make it look like you're not a threat." Zakk leaned against a tree.
"You really think it's Emily?" Bunifa asked.
"I am positive. Why else would Samantha have been eliminated when Emily was supposed to go?" Zakk asked her.
"Well… I don't know. You have a point, Zakk." She looked up. "But we can't do anything about it without proof!"
"Trust me," Zakk said solemnly, "I'll get proof."
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Meanwhile on the Dock of Shame, the rain still pouring down and refusing to stop, a figure with their hood on walked down the oak dock. The person stopped abruptly beside a certain piece of wood.
The person reached down beside the wood, grabbing at a little voice recording that somehow managed to avoid the rain.
Lightning crashed as the person's hands – clearly male - wrapped around the fragile recording of Briana's crimes, their grin visible to the cameras.
The same recording that Rosalind had made the day she left the Island, hoping that somebody – anybody – would catch on to Briana's ways before it was too late.
The same recording that someone, with reason to hate Briana, held in their hands.
"Perfect," the boy whispered, their voice so quiet it would take the strain of someone standing beside him to hear it, much less the viewers of live TV.
"Absolutely perfect."
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Emily, the girl who stammered… a lot
Emily was having absolutely no luck. She hadn't been able to find any pictures, except for one of them, and it was one of the bigger, more obvious ones.
"Oh," she muttered, "I'm going to lose this for s-sure!"
Confessional:
"I-I've only found one o-of these pictures, a-and it was e-easy to find, too…" She groaned. "I'm g-going to go home today, it's th-that simple…" –Emily Gaede
She wandered through the woods, keeping her eyes peeled for any pictures, and yet managed to avoid seeing each and every one that was in front of her.
The rain continued to pour down on her, making it harder for her to see what was in front of her, much less the pictures on the trees.
"It's hopeless!" She wailed out, slumping to her knees.
She felt hopelessly sorry for herself for a good five minutes, until she started shivering intensely. "I-I had better k-keep moving…" She muttered, wrapping her arms around herself. Emily rubbed her arms briskly, hoping to keep the circulation moving in her arms.
She was so fixated on this that she ran straight into a tree.
BONK!
Emily fell on her butt. "Owwww!" She exclaimed, standing up after a few seconds and rubbing her bum sorely. Her eyes widened in elation as she saw what was in front her.
One of the pictures, the tiniest one of them all – unbeknownst to Emily, of course.
She smiled as she held in her hands.
Maybe things weren't so hopeless for her after all.
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Richard, the boy who was obsessed with video games – but we knew this already
Richard had been having just as much luck as Emily had – well, maybe a bit more than Emily had.
He, thus far, had only managed to get a single picture, and like Emily, it was one of the bigger, more obvious ones.
"Well," Richard said pleasantly, "I'm probably going to lose this challenge."
"Ah," a voice made him jump, "that's thinking a bit unpleasantly, isn't it?"
He scowled. Rosalia, the gossipy intern.
"Thanks for scaring me like that… if I peed my pants, would you pretend I just got wet from the rain?" Richard scratched his bleached white hair, shaking his roots free of a few drops of rain (those drops replaced by even more almost instantly).
Rosalia looked down at… that area, making Richard blush. "You're all clear!" Noticing his blush, she raised her eyebrow. "What? You brought it up."
Richard scowled, looking away. "Touché… What are you doing out here, anyway?"
Rosalia shrugged. "I was bored. Anyway, I can help you with this if you want; I know where a couple more of the pictures are. Aurora and Lacey and the others and I were the ones to hide them, you know."
Richard raised a brow. "Why would you want to help me? We've barely talked throughout this season."
Rosalia smirked. "Why not? You're cute, and like I said, I have nothing to do. I really just want this challenge to get over with already."
Richard stared at her blankly. "You actually think I'm cute?"
Rosalia giggled. "I don't lie… too much of the time. And anyways, do you want my help, or not?"
"Um…"
Confessional:
"So, the nice guy thing to do would be to say no thank you, walk away, and try to do this on my own. Like Sora. Or something. But, uh, I'm having practically no luck. It has to have been a half hour into this challenge already, if not more, and I really don't want to go home today." He sighed. "Um, also, does she actually think I'm cute? Because that's flattering, but I only have eyes for Katie… sorry, Rosalia." –Richard Vic Birge
*buzz*
She shrugged. "Meh. I'm not really interested in him, I'm just really, really bored. And, there might be something juicy I can hear from him!" –Rosalia, the Infamously Gossipy Intern
"Well… why not? J-just a peak in the right direction, anyway."
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Angie, the soaking wet animal lover
Their hour was nearly up, if how Angie interpreted the flow of time was any indication. She'd had all, she figured, she was going to be able to collect.
And it wasn't too bad! "Four pictures… none too shabby."
Angie was ready to head back to the Mess Hall, to see if the time was up, when another picture caught the corner of her eye. "Oh! Yay!" She smiled, adding the picture to her collection of now five pictures.
Now she really had all she was going to get. I can confirm this, because –
"Attention, campers! Your hour is now up! Everyone is to head back to the Mess Hall to count up your pictures, and find out who will win this lame challenge!"
A pause ensued. "Sorry, Chase. What? Don't look at me like that…"
Angie frowned. "Hey, that was mean, Blaineley."
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Zakk, soaking in his clothes, fuming in his frustration
As it turned out, after parting ways with Bunifa, that the three pictures he had gotten were the only ones he would be able to get.
Zakk had searched, but not nearly as intently as he would have. His mind was reeling with plans for exposing Emily to the world; he was focused so intently on it that he simply wasn't able to concentrate on anything else.
Thus, the three that he had collected were the only ones he would have to present.
"Well, fuck," he muttered to himself, "I had better start really seriously looking for these stupid pictures…"
He was interrupted when the intercom went off.
"Attention, campers! Your hour is now up! Everyone is to head back to the Mess Hall to count up your pictures, and find out who will win this lame challenge!"
A pause ensued. "Sorry, Chase. What? Don't look at me like that…"
Zakk snorted. "Very suave, Bitcheley."
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Lucian, master of the crime solving and the sopping clothing
Lucian had proved to be the best searcher in the challenge, having nine pictures that he found (by himself) total.
"I might actually stand a chance!" He said brightly. He then frowned. "Crap, if I win, then I'll have to pick who's voting off… that's not going to be any fun."
The intercom went off, interrupting him from his thoughts.
"Attention, campers! Your hour is now up! Everyone is to head back to the Mess Hall to count up your pictures, and find out who will win this lame challenge!"
A pause ensued. "Sorry, Chase. What? Don't look at me like that…"
Lucian sighed. "Poor Chase."
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Briana, villainous mastermind and shivering pneumonia patient
Briana wasn't actually anywhere near pneumonia, but she was still very cold. The wind, along with the rain, had decided to increase, leaving the poor girl shivering, chilled to the core. And it didn't help that the sun refused to come out even a crack.
She was the second best searcher (when searching without outside help, that is), having seven pictures in all. The cold plastic wrap was chilling her hands, but she felt it was worth it.
"Who do I want to eliminate when I win?" She asked herself, looking around for more pictures to add to her collection. She was stopped by the intercom:
"Attention, campers! Your hour is now up! Everyone is to head back to the Mess Hall to count up your pictures, and find out who will win this lame challenge!"
A pause ensued. "Sorry, Chase. What? Don't look at me like that…"
Briana rolled her eyes. "She'll never learn."
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Bunifa Latifa Halifa Sharifa Karifa, her name still rhymed, and the rain was almost a crime
Bunifa had found the exact same amount of pictures that Angie had – a good five, in total. To her pleasure, it looked like the rain was letting up a little.
"Time to finish this challenge, and go snuggle up with some hot chocolate – yes, there is chocolate hotter than me."
She laughed. Then she felt sad – nobody had been around to hear her obviously hilarious joke.
"Alas, no one will ever hear my obviously hilarious joke." She pouted. "Nobody except for the entire viewing audience, that is."
The intercom went off at that moment.
"Attention, campers! Your hour is now up! Everyone is to head back to the Mess Hall to count up your pictures, and find out who will win this lame challenge!"
A pause ensued. "Sorry, Chase. What? Don't look at me like that…"
Bunifa rolled her eyes. "There's a reason I gave her the nickname Bitcheley."
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Emily, framed in the rain
Unfortunately for the singing bookworm, the two pictures were the only ones that she had gotten. Her luck hadn't increased with finding the single picture – it merely stayed the same, and before she knew it, the entire hour had come and gone, and she still only had two pictures.
Emily groaned. "At l-least I tried my best… r-right?"
No one answered her. Rather, the intercom went off.
"Attention, campers! Your hour is now up! Everyone is to head back to the Mess Hall to count up your pictures, and find out who will win this lame challenge!"
A pause ensued. "Sorry, Chase. What? Don't look at me like that…"
Emily frowned. "Aww, n-now that's m-mean…"
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Richard, the last victim of my lame rain puns
It became clear, after a while, that "a peak in the right direction" wasn't what Rosalia had in mind.
Fourteen pictures. Fourteen in total. And, unknown, to Richard, the most.
"Wow! Thanks for your help, Rosalia!" Richard said, holding the little tower of plastic wrapped pictures in his arms.
Rosalia beamed. "You're welcome!"
Confessional:
"So," she leaned back, "he has a stuffed bull at home named Moominator that he refuses to throw away and keeps for sentiment, he almost always dresses as Sora from Kingdom Hearts at video game conventions, and he never had a crush on Jacky." She frowned. "Okay, the Moominator one is golden, but the other two are kind of dull. Ah, well. Off to spread the news!" –Rosalia, the Infamously Gossipy Intern
The intercom went off at that moment.
"Attention, campers! Your hour is now up! Everyone is to head back to the Mess Hall to count up your pictures, and find out who will win this lame challenge!"
A pause ensued. "Sorry, Chase. What? Don't look at me like that…"
Rosalia grinned. "Did you know that she named a wart on her foot Dolores?"
"Really?" Richard gasped.
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The Mess Hall
The campers all stood in front of the mahogany table that Blaineley ever so adored, stacking their pictures – from Richard's pile to Emily's meager duo – in front of pieces of paper with their names on them.
"Welcome back, campers! How did you enjoy our makeshift trip to the beach?" Blaineley grinned.
Everyone scowled.
"Eh? Get it? Because it's wet?" Blaineley frowned. "Forget it…"
Confessional:
"Nobody ever gets my obviously hilarious jokes." –Blaineley O'Halloran, the Hostess
"Now, it's quite easy to see that Richard has the most out of all of us, but I want to humor the rest of you and give you hope – so, while Aurora counts your pictures, you're all free to warm yourselves up with the blankets we provided. Chef is preparing hot cocoa as we speak." Blaineley grinned.
Everyone turned their gaze to the kitchen – much to their relief, it looked like Chef Hatchet was preparing actual hot chocolate, and not some sort of ungodly concoction from the bleak pits of Satan's kitchen. The relief was unanimous.
"You know, Blaineley," Chris spoke up, "I can help you get warm," he lowered his voice, "if you like."
Everyone groaned.
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Ten minutes later…
"Blaineley, I finished counting all of the pictures!" Aurora spoke up, looking relieved. That had been one of the most boring things in her life – that, and they smelled funny from the rain.
"Good! Now, who had the most?" Blaineley smiled.
"Richard did, ma'am." Aurora nodded.
Blaineley grinned at the group. "Well! It seems that Richard is the winner!"
Richard beamed. "YES!"
"Actually, he's not."
Richard was crestfallen. "What?"
"You think that we're not watching you at all times, Richard?" Blaineley laughed. "You cheated during this challenge, so naturally, you lose."
"What?" Richard slammed his fists against the table. "Damn it!"
"So, the person that came in with the second most is our winner, and that is Lucian – "
Wait.
Chase stood between Blaineley and the contestants, his card visible to everybody.
"Yes, Chase?" Blaineley asked, forcing patience into her voice.
One of you
Has the special
Picture. That
Person is the
Winner. Not
Lucian.
Lucian looked at the ground. "Aww…"
"So?" Blaineley asked. "Which one is the special picture?"
The smallest.
Blaineley turned to Aurora. "Aurora, who has the smallest?"
"Um…" Aurora did a quick check before finding the person who had the smallest. "Emily, ma'am."
Emily blinked. "W-what? Me?"
Briana beamed at her girlfriend. "Congratulations, sweetie."
A smile crept onto Emily's face as well. "Oh! I won! Y-yes!"
Blaineley raised up Emily's drying arm. "Congratulations! Emily, you get to choose who gets the boot tonight!" She pulled out a boot from under the table. "The figurative one, as well as this literal one. It's very stinky, and they have to wear it on the ride on the Boat of Losers." She grinned.
Emily frowned. "Oh…"
"Don't worry; you have an hour to choose, Emily." Blaineley said reassuringly, setting the boot in front of Chris.
Chris's nose wrinkled. "Rank, dude! That's nasty!" He pushed the boot on the floor.
An idea suddenly entered Blaineley's head. "You really hate that boot, huh?"
Chris nodded. "That is, without a doubt, the worst boot in the history of mankind."
"You know, Chris, there are things in this room that I really hate too." Blaineley grinned at him.
Chris frowned, and then his eyes widened as Blaineley held the boot in front of his nose. "Leave, Chris!"
"Blaineley!"
"LEAVE!"
"No way! This is way too funny!"
Blaineley shrugged. "You asked for it, then!"
With a satisfying plop noise, the boot was stuck on Chris's head.
Everyone laughed, even Zakk.
Chris screamed in horror, his voice muffled by the boot. "Blaineley, get this off! It smells like a combination of diapers, dirty socks, and dog breath!"
"Never!" Blaineley laughed evilly as Chris tried to get the smelly boot off of his head. The hostess turned back to the campers. "Any who, you are now free to do whatever!"
"Fat load of good that will do, what with the rain – " Zakk scowled.
At that moment, the rain stopped.
Zakk glared at Blaineley. Blaineley grinned her trollish grin.
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Everyone had gone to the beach to relax – Bunifa and Zakk discussing Emily in low tones, Richard and Lucian were talking about something, and Briana and Angie talking about who Briana should convince Emily to vote off.
Emily stood on the Dock, facing the lake. "I don't know who to vote o-off… oh God." She sighed.
She jumped as Chase tapped her on the shoulder, grabbing her hand. "What are you – "
In her hand, Chase had deposited what he had grabbed off the Docks earlier.
The recording.
"Play it," Chase said in a quiet whisper. "For everybody."
Emily frowned, startled at Chase's sudden use of his voice. He led her by the arm in front of everybody at the beach.
Everybody looked up from their activities; Bunifa and Zakk from their conversation about the shy bookworm, Richard and Lucian from their conversing about whatever, and Angie and Briana from their own discussion.
"U-um… Chase said that I should play this… s-so… here it goes?" Emily pressed play on the voice recording, and then, in front of everyone, Briana's voice played out in front of the world:
"Damn those two! I don't like saying that, but I swear to GOD Izzy is the worst possible person to have come back! This time, I will guarantee her elimination! As soon as we win – which I know we'll do, because we're much more competent than the Barbarians are – I'll make sure Izzy does something to annoy them! And then she'll be GONE! Just the same way I got rid of that dumb Jacky. It was too easy manipulating them into getting rid of her!" Her voice takes a breath. "Okay, Bri, time to go back out and get rid of Izzy. And get my effing iPod back!"
Silence.
Complete and utter silence.
Everyone's gaze – Emily's included – turned to Briana. Briana was pale with horror, her hands over her mouth.
And then,
"Wait, YOU were the one to get rid of Jacky?" Zakk asked, his hazel eyes wide in disbelief. "Who else did you get rid of? Wait – " his eyes narrowed, " – YOU'RE the one behind all of these mysterious eliminations! It was you!"
"And," Richard stood up, "I bet that you were the reason that Delia and Bailey and Leola went! You distracted me to make sure that Leola went!"
"Don't forget Wolfgang, Adam, Bridgette, Lindsay, and Christoph! Were you the reason they left too?" Zakk glared at her. "You're the reason the Samantha left, aren't you?"
Everyone – except for Emily and Angie, Emily out of her feelings for her and Angie out of guilt – began to walk towards Briana, the wide-eyed villain backing up against the wall of the former Killer Barbarians cabin.
The campers (minus the afore mentioned excluded contestants) continued to demand answers, until Briana finally slumped to her knees. "YES! I DID IT!" Everyone stared as she continued. "I manipulated the Killer Barbarians into getting rid of Jacky! I gave those sleeping pills to Delia! I fixed the vote to get rid of Bailey! I led Wolfgang away from the challenge to eliminate him! I conspired with Angie to get Adam eliminated! I fixed the vote again to get rid of Bridgette when she caught on! I altered the vote, once again, to eliminate Christoph and Lindsay so that Coriander wouldn't have that victory! And I eliminated Samantha because Emily would have been eliminated instead!" She cried into her hands. "And you know what the worst thing is?" She looked up, smirking vilely at all of them. "I don't regret it! Because each action led me closer to victory, to the million dollars! Don't any of you – ANY of you – dare tell me that you wouldn't have done the same, if you had the intelligence and the advantages that I had! Because as much as every one of you would like to claim that you're all perfect angels who wouldn't lift a finger against each other, you're just deluding yourselves. You would have done it, and I'm sure it crossed your minds. I just did what you all WANTED to do!"
The silence returned, thick and heavy, Briana's chest heaving as she finished her rant.
Finally, after five minutes, Briana got to her feet and scrambled away, leaving all of the campers stunned.
Chase stood at the Dock, a smug look on his face. The villainess had finally been unmasked.
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After everyone had left the Dock, Emily ran to Chase.
Emily?
"Chase," Emily took a breath, "I've thought about it. I know who I want to eliminate."
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The Elimination Ceremony
The campers all sat together, except for Briana, who was sitting by herself in the front. She was visibly hesitant to be there, and her anxiety only increased as she felt the angry glares burning into her back.
"Campers, today has, undoubtedly, been a stressful and dramatic day for you all. But thankfully, it's almost over. Emily has made her choice, and as I call your name, come up and claim your glass of lemonade.
Zakk…
Bunifa Latifa Halifa Sharifa Karifa…
Angie…
Richard…
Lucian…"
Emily and Briana were the only two left. Briana groaned, looking down at her feet, her head in her hands. It was over, she thought. All that scheming and exhausting strategy for nothing. She'd lost it all, Emily included, she was sure.
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Briana stood up, walking towards the Docks. "I knew I would be the one to leave – what?"
Blaineley seemed just as shocked. "You heard me. You are the receiver of the last glass."
Briana just stared at her. "You've got to be kidding me."
"I kid you not. Emily has chosen who the eliminated contestant will be. And it's not you."
Briana just stared at Blaineley, the corner of her eye catching Emily's feet as the shy girl walked towards the Dock.
"Emily, what… what have you done?" Briana caught her hand, her brown eyes wide in disbelief.
Emily sighed. "You've done bad things, Briana. And as much as I know that you deserve elimination, I can't be the one to do that. So I got rid of the one person who might try to stop justice from being done."
"Em, you idiot." Briana's eyes began to tear up. "What were you thinking? You could've won this – "
"Winning would've been nice." Emily said quietly. "But at the cost of someone I love… some things aren't worth it, Briana."
"Emily…" She was cut off as Emily brushed her hand against Briana's cheek. A tear slid down Emily's fingers, and then the quiet bookworm turned and stepped onto the Boat of Losers.
Briana slumped to her knees, everyone watching in pity.
Blaineley, after a moment, cleared her throat. "I'll keep this brief. Today, has definitely been one of the most dramatic episodes yet, if not the most. What will happen next time? Find out next time on Total Drama Blainerific."
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Okay, like Blaineley, I shall keep this brief and let the episode sink in (because I'm horribly sadistic and love to play with your emotions.)
First of all, school is out for me, and unlike last summer, I shall actually try to be consistent with my updates.
Second, get me the hell out of this house of drunks. I'd ask for you to shoot me, but I won't since I'd like to be alive to keep updating.
Last… I don't know. Happy summer break, everyone!
~AerisSerris, or Sierra