Behind the Scenes: A con versus a brown noser.
Gwen enters the audition studio to pick up her notes for the day, in the studio she spots a good friend of hers- another interviewer.
He is tall dark skinned guy, broad shoulders, thick dark dreads that went to just below his shoulder blades, muscled arms, tats back of the neck, down his left arm and more, and if he had been facing her, you would see he had one blue eye and one brown eye- with a scar running through his piercing blue one.
"Monk" Gwen greeted him as she entered the room. Monk wasn't his real name, it was in-fact Casey Harris; but they all called him Monk, as he was one of the most patient and kind hearted people ever.
Monk turned around "Ah Gwen- it is a pleasure to see you"
Gwen smiled "like wise- so are you going over your interviewees"
Monk nodded "Check this guy out"
Audition:
The video starts off with Jacque in an alley.
"Well, hello there. Hi Total Drama. My name is Jacque Cortez-Metoyer. It's a pleasure to have to send in a bum ass audition tape to your stupid ass show. I'm just chilling right now. Ya know, just doing me. Personally, I think y'all try to bury television more than FOX News. Also, for some reason, my boss wants me to audition for your show. So whuptee-freaking-doo. Here it comes. I'm definitely going to be a "bad guy" and antagonist on your show. I know that is more certain than people leaving your show injury-free and not psychologically tortured. Let me give you a break down of all of your "antagonists" throughout your seasons." He then clears his throat because he is about to go off.
"Heather, the classic mean girl. Seriously, she may be the second best antagonist that y'all have had and she isn't that good of a player. C'mon nah! She flat out got lucky at almost every voting ceremony. Justin, the prodigal dumbass. Seriously, a supermodel villain. What type of bush league type bullshit is that! You gotta be kidding me! Alejandro, the Spanish heartthrob. Y'all really just looked for a smarter Justin who has a problem with being called "Al". Then, the second generation cast. Lightning and Scott were the two antagonists. Fucking Lightning and Scott!? Really, you couldn't get any lower in terms of antagonists. However, I was completely wrong. Boy, I was wrong for real. Your final one, Mal. Mal was just an act you made Mike do for the whole season because he was boring as hell without his personality disorder. You gotta be fucking kidding me, man?! Really, son? You had Mike just act like a complete dick and say that was another personality. That is a real dick move, man. A real dick move," he finished his long rant.
"Now, you can save your show. Select me. I wouldn't mind. It's kinda boring in my neighbourhood." He finishes before walking off.
By the end of it, Gwen was fuming, her eyes bulging out of her skull at the sheer audacity of this kid.
How dare he dis her job like sure it was a team effort, but she took pride in her work.
"I'll take him- he's mine"
Monk sighed "I dunno Gwen, the best thing to do is to just ignore this kid"
"Don't care" Gwen said, as she eyed the screen glaring at it- doing her best to melt the vision that was frozen on the screen
"Gwen that's not the way to handle these kids and you know it"
"I'm a pro"
"Not the way your heads screwed on now"
"I just would like to have a shot at one of these brats- I handled Duncan"
"This kid is on a different level and you know it"
"Brat is a brat" Gwen replied stubbornly.
Monk sighed "I'm not arguing with you there Gwen, but your response is the sort of response he wants- I spoke to Michael and we both think some of my history could be used to convince him to take the show seriously- at the moment he isn't, but if we could turn him around he could be a good ratings antagonist"
Gwen sighed "Maybe your right"
Monk did have a point and he would make quite the antagonist, Chris would love him- scared of him as-well- maybe it was the voice or the piercing glare- but there was something she felt through that screen- that was, she didn't know…-creepy. She shivered. But she could definitely see the value in him. She was sure the lawyers could cover any backlash casting him could create. She took another look the frozen image, at the smirking face, the piercing brown eyes "then again- maybe I'm what he needs"
She finally turned her head to face Beauty "I still think I can handle him"
Monk raised an eyebrow "You gotta keep your tempa Gwen"
Gwen licked her lips "I can do that"
Monk sighed "I have no problems sending you to any one of my interviews, if you lose your temper and give the tantrum- we can't turn him around"
Gwen turned her attention from the frozen image to Monk and looked him in the eye "I promise you, I will not lose my temper"
Monk grinned "Very well G, I'll hand him over to you"
"Thanks Monk"
"So he's a morning interview?"
"Right on it- where's his address?"
Monk coughed and handed Gwen a piece of paper "Here, this is where he wanted to be interviewed"
Gwen looked at it and scowled.
That prick.
….
Gwen frowned as she stared at the building that was in-front of her- that arrogant arse. In-front of her was a filthy, dodgy looking pub. Not her usual scene, she ground her teeth and side stepped as a drunk guy, staggered and fell at her feet, the plastic cup in his hand falling and the little bit of liquid it held released from the cup. She looked at it for a bit and then back at the door.
Right nothing too it and she marched forward and entered the bar.
It didn't take her long to spot the kid; she charged over to him quickly, grabbed him and dragged him to the back alley.
He looked at her, mildly amused, he smirked "My, my very quick aren't we doll-face, not that lil Jacque is complaining" he drawled, his southern accent coming out. He slowly and exaggeratedly looked her up and down "Skinny white, not usually my thing,: he peered around t look behind her "not bad arse though"
Gwen contained a shiver at his words.
"Don't you 'doll-face' me you- you – aargh" she pointed at him angrily, as he leaned against the wall, she glared wanting to see that face fall "How- dare- how dare you insult ours show- you have no clue, what we go through, what it takes to make a ratings wining show- you have no right"
"Listen doll- I don't actually care about you show" he smirked looking at her through his dark brown eyes.
Gwen pursed her lips, remembering the conversation she had minuets ago with Monk and calmed herself; she crossed her arms "I could leave"
Jacque imitated her crossing his arms and exaggerated a put "I could leave" he then re-leaned back against the wall "Woman you sound like my mother"
Gwen smirked "And you're acting young enough to be my son"
Jacque rolled his eyes "So are we doing this thing or what?"
"I can leave as quickly as I came- doll" was Gwen's quick reply.
Jacque sighed, thinking of the lost monetary opportunity if he didn't follow through, so he gave a long sigh, before speaking "Fine- your show does not suck"
Gwen did not understand why he agreed- he honestly didn't look interested, and yet he wanted the interview so she went with it.
"Fine- where do you want it?" she asked him.
"Here" he replied slowly as if she were stupid.
"No underage drinking under my watch" she tried to reprimand him.
He approached her at a slow, lazy pace- his movements matching the slow southern drawl that exited his mouth "listen toots, you are here to interview me for your show- no-thing more"
With that statement he walked passed her and re-entered the pub.
Gwen ground her teeth as she watched him re-enter the bar, it had been mere minuets and he already had her rattled. She took a deep breathe to calm down; otherwise she'd blow up as Monk predicted.
She sighed and followed Jacque through, she saw he was at the same spot from earlier, she made her way over.
"Took your time- wathca do, have a wank?" he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
It was Gwen's turn to roll her eyes, but she found herself replying "At-least my penis is bigger than yours"
"Cop a feel did we" he replied just as quickly, the cocky grin still on his face.
Gwen pulled out her recorder, placed it on the table and took a seat. She really wasn't going to continue with his little game, she had an interview to do.
"So, Jacque from New Awlins,-"
"Toots- don't" Jaqcue cut her off.
Gwen raised and eye brow, smiling to herself she had fund a weakness of his and her childish side was going to use it to the absolute max "Jaqcue from New Islands, why Total Drama" she repeated.
He shrugged "I don't want to really"
And so the interview began.
It was a tiring process, with Jacque giving wise cracks and dirty sex jokes left right and centre and Gwen retaliating with New Orleans ignorance to annoy him. Jacque quickly caught on, and eventually stopped reacting- which Gwen thought wasn't fair- because he knew all the strings to pull.
"And finally, what do you think you'll add to the competition?"
"I dunno, I haven't really thought about it" he leaned back into his seat and placed his black sneaker covered shoes onto the wooden table they were sat at.
Gwen wrinkled her nose at the dirt covered soles on the table- feet near your food or drink as it currently unfortunately was the case, was not something she liked- seeing her reaction, Jacque gave a rare wolf like grin, before going back to his usual arrogance.
Gwen scowled.
"From the sounds of your audition, you have given things some thought"
Jacque shrugged, resting arms around the back of his head "Maybe I have, maybe I haven't, maybe they were someone else's words"
Gwen sighed "You believe you'd be a better 'player' than Heather then?"
Jacque snorted "Course I will"
"So you have paid attention to our antagonists then" Jacque snorted when Gwen mentioned the word antagonists.
"Bit far on the word 'antagonists'"
"So you think you can do better- even say Alejandro?"
Jacque brought his feet and arms down and leaned forward "Sweetheart, Alejandro is a puppy next to me"
Gwen leaned forward, so she was almost nose to nose to Jacqcue "Prove it"
She then got up and turned to leave, when Jacque yelled out "Cheeks forgetting something?"
Gwen turned around to see Jacque waving her wallet.
She stomped over to him "Give it"
"Ah-ah" he placed the wallet back in the black vest he wore that day "You should thank me"
"For what? Steeling my wallet?" Gwen growled, she could feel a vein popping in her forehead as she looked at the smug face.
He shrugged "listen, if you kept it, it would be gone by now- so.."
"Thankyou?"
"That doesn't sound like you mean it"
"I don't"
"You know" he leaned back in his chair and propped his feet onto the table "I could just leave, you getting your wallet back- is not my concern"
Gwen sighed, she knew what he was doing- he was doing what she did earlier and this time, he had the upper hand.
"Thank-you for keeping my wallet secure"
"Now that wasn't too hard was it?"
Gwen pursed her lips "Just give it"
He pulled it out slowly stretched his arm out in her direction, Gwen strode over to snatch it back, when he quickly retracted his arm "Or maybe I want to keep it- you gotta learn cheeks when you go to areas like this…"
"For the-" Gwen closed the gap and snatched her wallet back, cutting him off and quickly popped out of the bar, Jaqcue's smirking face being the last thing she sees.
…
End
Hope you enjoyed reading.
Jacque- Da Ruff Mastermind
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Name: Jacque Cortez-Metoyer
Age: 18
Description: He's that guy that you have to be careful with your belongings. He's that guy that watches your every move. He's that guy that will make you cringe just glaring at you. He may be short in stature (he's 5'9") but he has an intimidating presence about him. He has caramel skin with a black buzzcut. He also sports a thin black mustache. He has dark brown eyes that pierce through your soul if you look him in the eye.
Personality: Jacque is one of the smartest guys you'll ever meet but he is also the deadliest. He is always smirking & his eyes seem to pierce through your soul if you look him in the eye. He is a drug dealer. He is a salesman by nature & uses great persuasion techniques to sell his product. He is a smooth talker that can talk his way out of any situation. He has a dirty sense of humor (believes sex jokes are the best jokes). He sells people "sweet dreams" & he gets payed quite handsomely for it. He was arrested before on laundering and counterfeiting charges. In addition to being a drug dealer, he is also a part time robber. He often breaks the law so he comes up with different aliases such as "J.C. Montgomery" & "Tez LaCour". He is fluent in both French & Spanish. He has been to the Louisiana State Penitentiary but was released on "good behavior". He has zero trust for anyone. He is shady by nature but he still manages to get the trust of other people. He is somewhat athletic & he can blend in well with the crowd. He doesn't do drugs. He just deals them. He is really good at extortion & he can pickpocket anything off of anyone. You probably should just keep anything valuable in a locked safe if you are around him. He will do anything for money.
Bio: Jacque comes from the 9th Ward of New Orleans. The 9th Ward is one of the poorer & impoverished neighborhoods in New Orleans. It has the worst crime rate in New Orleans behind Bourbon Street. He never knew his biological family & he never had any "friends", per se. He only has employers, associates, & customers, all of whom are really shady. He used to be a con artist but he is now a full time con artist & part time robber. He survived through Hurricanes Katrina & Rita & developed a fear of water torture & confined spaces. Jacque has made many attempts to make money to get out of the 9th Ward. He ended up getting arrested & jailed for 2 years on laundering, counterfeiting, & racketeering charges. He was released from the Louisiana State Penitentiary on "good behavior". After getting released from prison, a man approached him about a business opportunity. He offered to pay Jacque if Jacque sold the man's brand of enhanced weed called "sweet dreams". Jacque immediately accepted the opportunity. Recently, the man, who is now Jacque's employer, approached Jacque again saying that he would pay Jacque if he joined the show Total Drama.
Where do they live: New Orleans, Louisiana
Clothing in Audition Video: He wears a black sweatshirt over a grey t-shirt with a pair of tan pants and black sneakers. He also wears a black Snapback hat backwards.
Clothing for Interview: He wears a black vest over a red long sleeved shirt with grey slacks and black dress shoes. He also wears a black pork pie hat.
How do they talk: (eg- do they do allot of hand gestures, do they have a soft voice, gravely, stare you in the eyes, bubbly etc): He uses a lot of hand gestures. He has a slow southern accent when he talks. This makes him sound borderline creepy even in a normal conversation.
Anything you think is important: He hates it when people try to fake a southern accent. He hates people that pronounce New Orleans (New Orlins is how it's actually pronounced) as New Awlins, New Orleens, or something sounding like New Islands (trust me, people sometimes pronounce it like that).
Audition Video (please have them trying to say more than why they should be on Total Drama):
The video starts off with Jacque in an alley.
"Well, hello there. Hi Total Drama. My name is Jacque Cortez-Metoyer. It's a pleasure to have to send in a bum ass audition tape to your stupid ass show. I'm just chilling right now. Ya know, just doing me. Personally, I think y'all try to bury television more than FOX News. Also, for some reason, my boss wants me to audition for your show. So whuptee-freaking-doo. Here it comes. I'm definitely going to be a "bad guy" and antagonist on your show. I know that is more certain than people leaving your show injury-free and not psychologically tortured. Let me give you a break down of all of your "antagonists" throughout your seasons." He then clears his throat because he is about to go off.
"Heather, the classic mean girl. Seriously, she may be the second best antagonist that y'all have had and she isn't that good of a player. C'mon nah! She flat out got lucky at almost every voting ceremony. Justin, the prodigal dumbass. Seriously, a supermodel villain. What type of bush league type bullshit is that! You gotta be kidding me! Alejandro, the Spanish heartthrob. Y'all really just looked for a smarter Justin who has a problem with being called "Al". Then, the second generation cast. Lightning and Scott were the two antagonists. Fucking Lightning and Scott!? Really, you couldn't get any lower in terms of antagonists. However, I was completely wrong. Boy, I was wrong for real. Your final one, Mal. Mal was just an act you made Mike do for the whole season because he was boring as hell without his personality disorder. You gotta be fucking kidding me, man?! Really, son? You had Mike just act like a complete dick and say that was another personality. That is a real dick move, man. A real dick move," he finished his long rant.
"Now, you can save your show. Select me. I wouldn't mind. It's kinda boring in my neighborhood." He finishes before walking off.