Total Drama: Behind the Scenes Chapter 21: Chef Part the Second, a total drama series fanfic

Behind the Scenes: Chef Part the Second

Dorian entered the nicely ventilated café that had a strong resemblance to a rabbit hole, was a special one- for a few reasons-one Total Drama Crew got a discount, two it was open twenty-four/seven, three it made very good grilled toasted sandwiches, four despite it's nice variety of 'toasties' it didn't produce much else in the way of food its main focus was good tea or coffee- it was well known to the locals for its range of loose leave tea and coffee beans, and five, it was in Melbourne Australia.

To many people that really wasn't much of a concern or an issue, but the fact that someone could open a door in Canada, walk through it and enter a coffee shop in Melbourne, Australia, really made it an unique one of a kind. Only loyal and trust worthy employees on either side of the door were allowed the privilege of using it or knowledge of what was on the other side of it- it even had fingerprinting access as security for the door.

The heavily guarded brown door that connected Total Drama cafeteria and the backroom of the café, was the start of the Total Drama science departments work on dimension travel. Christian- the scientist who was able to create this 'portal' needed to test it- as he had fond memories of this café on his recent trip to Australia, had wanted this to be the test location.

And so- the door and the start of Total Dramas very secret exploration of dimension travel. Dorian was just happy it gave him access to this particular café.

Dorian entered the café, saying hello to a few of the regular staff that he knew and ordered a tall long-black, he'll need it.

A deep voice chuckled behind him "Long day- or was it night?"

Dorian turned to face Monk "I've taken over for Gwen- how you all do it constantly is beyond me"

Monk gave another low chuckle as they stood to wait for their orders "Have fun with it"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"We are not just there to interview them, but to get the best of them- to see the parts of them that the camera can explore- what buttons can you push?" Monk explained himself.

"How do you know, which direction to go in?- any tells" Dorian asked- he didn't have much experience with reading people.

Monk took a deep sip of his coffee "Aaaaah that hits the spot- every time" he turned his attention back to Dorian "You're Chef man- use that- really push it- one of the best ways to get the best out of people is to scare them- aggravate them" he chuckled once more "If only I had that reputation- man" he then winked to Dorian "good luck" and then left.

Noticing the glint in Monk's eye, Dorian felt Monk didn't need Chefs reputation, but it did give him an idea.

He put one sugar into his order- unlike Monk- he needed at least one sugar to take a bit of the edge off- he took a sip tasting the coffee- the beans here were really good. With-out realising it, a small smile, perhaps even a sinister smile crossed his features as he exited the café.

Monk's 'prep talk' had really helped.

….

Meanwhile, in a random location, the snoops, the science department, and the camera crew were on what had been recently named Pahkitew Island, were finalising last minuet touches before filming started.

Ashley was perched precariously on the top- of an extremely tall tree- she wasn't even sure trees could be this high- yet here she was- fixing wires and cameras to the tree and others around. All angles needed to be covered, so- here she was. She clung to the tree when it swayed again, it really felt like it would snap in two- any second, she sighed if Flick were here- she'd have this done in a heartbeat, but she was up in the mountains and climbing up cliffs- setting up cameras there- and Ashley didn't want to be there- no sir-e.

"Yeeeee" she shrieked as it shook violently.

Right now, the mountains and cliffs felt like a much better option.

She stayed still, where she was for a few seconds or minuets- whatever- she wasn't paying too much attention to time- it all felt the same to her- long. When it didn't move, she turned to the program in attached to her belt and got the pad out- she had to make sure they were all working- otherwise she'd be up here again.

"HELLO Ashley" a voice shouted up to her.

She looked down to see Heather "LO HEATHER"

"What are you doing up there?" Heather asked.

"Camera's" she replied confused- Heather was normally a lot smarter than that.

"You know the tree can be brought down- right" Heather said, almost too innocently.

"What!?" Ashley yelled confused.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh" she yelled as the tree was abruptly brought down.

Slowly getting off the tree she glared at Heather "Thanks"

Heather beamed at her, a crazy glint in her eye- coming from working several years at TD- "You are very welcome"

She then pranced off.

Ashley glared at her retreating form- that little gremlin, before she returned to her work.

….

A chopper flew in the sky, hovering above the garden, of the residence of Chef's next interviewee, the chopper door opened to reveal Chef.

He wore a dark green singlet, army camouflage pants, brown combat boots, a dark green beret, a whistle around his neck and a mega-phone in his right hand.

The ladder is dropped, he climbs down the first few rudders, but midway he leans out and jumps the rest, landing with a loud 'thud'.

Meanwhile, a guy wearing a white tuxedo, is standing there filming him. A big smile on his face, he had just finished getting ready for the interview, when he had the whirring noise of a chopper- on a hunch he had grabbed his camera- a shame he didn't have time to set up more- better angles and all- but he was happy with what he had managed last minuet- maybe he could edit it and send it over to them- it was quite the shot- he'd have to thanks Chef for quite the brilliant entrance.

Dorian glanced at the kid filming him-recognising the tall and lanky, caramel skinned lad with greenish-grey eyes, from the audition video, he was definitely was Jarran.

-Audition-

The video starts off by showing a tall and skinny young man sleeping on a couch. He snores loudly. The cameraman walks next to the couch. The camera turns the camera towards himself to reveal the face of a young man with a brown visage and a bald head. He then puts the camera down on the table that's right next to the couch. He then pulls out his phone. He presses something to play on his phone.
"JARRAN!? WAKE YO AZZ UP!" a female voice screamed from the phone.
"WHAT THE HELL?! FRIDA!?" the young man screamed back as he woke up.
"It's not Frida, bro," the cameraman said, "it's time for your Total Drama audition."
"What in the fuck did you use your scary ass Frida ringtone to wake me up, Rodney?" the sleeper asked inquisitively.
"Jarran, I did it," Rodney states, "because it was fun, boss."
"You're a fucking dick sometimes," Jarran replies back.
"I know but I'm still one of your two best friends."
"Speaking of best friends, where is Scott?"
"He's just being DJ Scotty Flex over on the other side of campus."
"Damn it. He was supposed to help me with this audition."
"Don't worry man. I'm still here for you," Rodney replies.
"Ok, let's just get this shit done."
He clears his throat. Rodney leaves out of the frame.
"Hiyo, you Canadians. Wassup witcha'll today? I'm Jarran Lucas also known "J. Quik" from CaliLivin'. I'm just chilling and killing right now. Trying to get that education. I'm trying to get into your field of work as an actor and eventually a director. I would like to direct my own episode of my favorite police procedural show, Criminal Understanding. I'm a film and drama student at UCLA. I gotta make sure Sally Mae get her pay one day. Hey, ya know I'm too cute to be in debt, right? Right now, I am working at this bum ass shoe kiosk called Laces. My manager Frida is a complete bitch sometimes." His eyes start to bulge out of his skull and he realizes what he just said.
"I'm sorry, Frida. I didn't mean to say that. I love you, Frida," he manages to say very quickly.
"Well, back to what I was saying. I also write music and direct all of our music videos. So, uh, that's it. Please select me. Sally Mae is going to be wanting her money from me," he then pleads.
"Well, I'll sign off on this. Thank you for your careful consideration," he says as he signs off and goes into a bedroom. Rodney turns the camera to himself.
"Little does he know that I'm going to upload this to our channel as a prank," Rodney states, "annndddd done. He is Frida's bitch sometimes."
The camera is then shut off.

Jarran goes to Dorian "Wassup- Chef-"

"PUSH-UPS" Dorian yells through the mega phone.

Jarran pauses "Woah dude- vocals" he states his voce continually steady and low gravelly voice- pitch not changing- Dorian not knowing the kid long enough to know whether the kid was stunned, or any other emotion really- but as Chef he didn't care.

"TEN NOW SOLDIER" Dorian shouts, again ignoring Jarran.

Jarran confused shrugs "k'- I'll play" and goes down to do just that.

"SOLDIER MARCH" Dorian directs through the mega phone, signalling with his hands he wants Jarran to march.

Jarran looks at him weirdly, before shrugging and bringing him into the dining room- as it was the cleanest room in the house- mainly due to lack of use.

"STAND SOLDIER" Dorian shouts still continuing to use the megaphone, just as Jarran is about to of-course sit.

Jarran, is confused- but he's chill, he'll go along with this Chef crazy interview- probably better than being interviewed by some random chick. So he stands for the mean time, with Chef on the opposite end of the table.

Chef glares at Jarran, but Jarran doesn't back down, he grins at him, and Chef growls "You'll move maggot when I tell you too"

Jarran goes to nod his head, when Chef gives a warning growl, he stills completely- ready to take on the challenge.

.Jarran isn't completely sure how much time has passed- he's never been good with time- seconds minuets, hours- ok maybe not hours- but it felt long- standing still is a lot more difficult than it looks. Especially with Chef growling every-time he moves- even the slightest movements- fingers, knee jerk, nose, blinking- the guy has eyes man- he catches things Jarran doesn't realise he is doing.

Being still- is not his thing, he is Jarran- he's got-ta move- also really, really, boring. He thought maybe he'd come up with a rap or something just to make things more exciting- but with this standing still, or maybe it was Chef's presence- whateva he blanked- not cool.

And- aw fuck- was that a fly- heading towards his nose?

He looked at the big black eyes that were glowering down at him, when the fly landed and sneezed.

"PATHETIC SOLIDIER" Chef immediately roared- not with his megaphone, but still effective enough, making Jarran jump slightly- not that he'd admit to anyone.

"A Measly forty-two-seconds" Chef didn't shout, but it came out as a low growl.

Jarran, merely shrugged, just happy he could move again. Not moving- was soo just no.

"Where is your stamina? Determination boy?"

Jarran shrugged once more "Hawai?" he tried to joke, but it fell flat on his only audience member.

Chef pointed to the doorway with the bar- placed across it "PULL-UPS NOW"

Jarran didn't move "Ah-the inter-"

"NOW SONNY" Chef roared through the megaphone.

Jarran again jumped, hoping all the mini cams were down- he didn't want Rodney, or Frida, or anyone seeing him all weak ass- he shivered at the thought of Frida seeing him like this jumpy – jumpy thingy- ok it had be Chef his mind was freer than this, he quickly went to do the pull-ups before Chef lost it- that eye twitch didn't look to good- sides- pull-ups he could do.

Chef stood in-front of him as he did the pull-ups "This is how its gonna work, I'll ask the question- you answer- after you've done a task I say- then you answer- if I don't like your answer, you repeat the task"

"So-" Jarran asked as he continued his pull-ups "can I stop now- considering the interview hasn't started" he grinned cheekily at Chef.

Chef narrowed his eyes "Not any more- twenty-more brat"

Jarran, hung under the bar and released one arm to salute Chef, "Ever your humble servant", he then continued to complete twenty-with ease.

He then jumped down and casually strolled towards the table once more, taking of his jacket and placing it around the back of the chair- he perhaps should've worn something different, and leaned against the table quirking an eyebrow at Chef "So first question? And task?"

Dorian watched the kid as he calmly did as told- he had him doing all sorts- jumping jacks, burpees, push-up, pull-ups, even a bit of cleaning- there were a few spots that been bugging Dorian since he entered- not that he told the kid that.

"So Chef?" Dorian did nothing to show that he heard, from his position from above the kid, who was back to doing push-ups hardly breaking a sweat "whats with tha face? Frowning and glaring all the time- couldn't you like= shake things up- smile- can you smile?"

Dorian as Chef, gave the best response he could think of- a big toothy grin.

Jarran paused "Right- no- solemn you is much, much better"

Jarran sighed, he was assigned to fix a chair- why it was Chef's concern he had no clue and then he had a thought- what could Chef do if he said no? He paused and back stepped "Nah man"

Chef growled , speaking calmly he paraphrased Jarran "No"

Jarran was admittedly slightly creeped out by the tone- but wanted to push things- he stood to reason- beyond intimidate- what would he do. He nodded his head "Yep-no"

Chef stepped forward "Fix the chair soldier"

Jarran equalled his gaze with Chef and shrugged "Na- don't feel like it"

Jarran looked on curious, as Chef just stood there glaring, amusedly his right eye starting to twitch, he had no clue what was going to happen next, then-

"Aaaaargh" Jarran really, really hoped there were no cameras- really.

Quicker than he thought possible, Chef had him by the ankle and held him upside down, his head just above the floor.

"Chair" Chef simply.

Jarran sighed "Yeah man- chair"

And with that Chef dropped him.

The interview continued in a similar fashion as earlier- Jarran doing his little tasks, Dorian confused by Jarran's ease, Jarran giving a quick comment which was either ignored or responded to in a scary Chef like manner- which didn't seem to stop Jarran- and somewhere between all of that questions were asked and answered.

When the interview was finally over, Dorian nodded to Jarran "You did good kid"

He then quickly exited, leaving Jarran to scramble for his camera to film Chef's awesome exit. If he did things right- he could make a good clip with a rap for the crew- you never know.

…

After that bit of fun, Heather thought it was best to check out the editing room, where all their monitors were and they pieced footage together- it wouldn't be any good if the room wasn't functioning right.

A big smile came onto her face, as she saw the only occupant in the room.

Michael.

When Heather first met this Michael, the head of editing, she had heard he was one of the few people in this world that said A: Chris McClean was a good guy, and B: considered him a close friend- actually why he had been hired from the start of Total Drama. So, she had no idea what to expect.

What she didn't expect, was a man with messy light brown hair, slightly on the plumpish side, tall, honey eyes, big sticking out ears- a strong Australian accent and the kindest, laid back, sweetest person she had ever met.

The last sort-of person she'd expect to be good friends with Chris Mclean- over the years she had seen them together only a handful of times, but, somehow the friendship worked.

"Michael" Heather squeezed out, accepting Michael's air squashing bear hugs- another thing that came with the friendly guy. Hugs of all sorts, at all times, and often squashed your lungs.

"Fantastic Island Heather your team did great, and the snoop girls did good too- excellent angels- I doubt we'll miss anything" He said rapidly after releasing her.

Heather grinned at him "You should have plenty to work with"

"Brilliant- that footage of Ashley falling was great" Michael nodded enthusiastically.

Heather chuckled "I'm glad you liked it"

"The girls are sure going to great lengths to cover everything aren't they" he said after a moment giving a small nod at the main screen.

Heather glanced at it, it showed Flick, and climbing down a cliff edge "I see what you mean"

Michael hmnd looking thoughtful "Wouldn't it look good if the cliff suddenly shrunk and got submerged in water"

Heather looked at him, before he nudged her "Go on- think of the shot", so she walked to the controls and did just that.

On the screen, they watched as Flick screamed, hanging onto the cliff for dear life, as it suddenly dropped at lightning speeds.

Michael grinned as he watched and played with the monitors- catching the moment on different angels.

The cliff was dumped into the water briefly before being raised just above it, Flick hissing, a bit like a drowned cat, looking around furiously.

Michael pressed another button and Flick looked horrified when a pole with a megaphone at the top was raised up just by her.

Michael spoke into the microphone "Brilliant job Flick, fantastic shot- you were amazing- unbelievable, utterly gorgeous"

The thing was- Heather thought as she watched Michael, speak into the microphone- he wasn't mocking her or purposely trying to scare her- he was genuinely fascinated, excited, and very much enthusiastic about the whole thing.

Flick, still holding on to the cliff, looked ate the megaphone horrified, her brain connecting the dots, she looked about ready to shout something, when Michael gestured Heather to re-press the button- making Flick on the cliff, shoot right back up to the original spot.

"MICHAEL!" Flick screeched.

Heather shook her head fondly Michael was one of the kindest sadist's - ever.

…

Alison tapped her long nails against the arm of the chair she was sitting in, waiting. Just where was she? The ever dependable Miss Daugherty, she sniffed as she moved from tapping her nails to examining her nails, the dark plum colour was really striking against the silver tips- she'd have to have Daddy write the Total Drama people a letter- this kind of slackness isn't really becoming of a professional- to have her waiting- the nerve.

She wondered briefly if she should allow Miss Daugherty to explain her tardiness.

She glanced at the clock on the wall- who wore watches these days? The woman was a full two minuet's late, completely unacceptable. Here she was ready, on time, and the highly dependable and recommended Miss Daugherty was late, terrible professionalism for a woman with such a high repute.

Alison sniffed again- someone, had to point out her flaws, otherwise how would anyone learn.

She continued on with tapping, waiting, waiting, and waiting. She sighed she was above this- she gave a small smile, there was only one person that was worthy of her- Hayden. This worker- was nowhere near his standards- even he had enough class to know not to make her wait- such a gentleman.

When finally- finally, there was a voice from their security over the speaker. She paused, before straightening out her outfit and slowly making her way to the speaker "Let her in" Ashley said, before making her way back to the table and prepping the tea- the way Miss Daugherty liked it.

If she had waited by the intercom, she would've heard the securities rather shaky "Ok-ay?!"

But, Alison, had never been one to pay too much attention to those beneath her. So she didn't hear it.

Hearing the knock.

She gave a polite 'Come-in' she said absentmindedly, as she finished with the tea, ready to serve it to Miss Daugherty.

She then looked up, hearing the door open, her jaw in shock- there was Chef. Chef dressed in army garb and a paintball gun in each hand.

He grinned at her, looking rather maniacal in her opinion "Hello Alison"

She abruptly shut her mouth and gave a curt nod in reply, she had prepared for Miss Daugherty, but no matter, she'd just have to improvise- what did she know on Chef?

But, before she could continue that thought process, she let out a gasp and ducked down, as Chef fired a pellet at her, hitting the chair behind her, leaving a big green mark on it. She looked between the chair and Chef again horrified, before squealing and lunging to the right behind another chair, as Chef fired again.

Dorian chuckled to himself, as he watched the girl peek out from behind the chair, Monk was right, this was fun. He fired once more as she squeaked and hid behind it once more. What kind of kid needed so much space anyway? Or stuff- what teenager had a crystal chandelier in their room- or in this case section of the manor- apparently parts of it were designated to this brat alone.

She peaked out again and he lowered his arm "Its ok- I'm not going to shoot" he paused "for now"

She didn't seem to trust him, not that he blamed her, and he was 'Chef' after all "Just laying down the rules for the interview"

She didn't move.

He sat down, he put one gun down, to grab a biscuit- they were nice- though if he were to hazard a guess- considering the banana choc-chip flavour- they were aimed at Gwen. He grinned at the thought, unknowingly making himself look more menacing.

He sucked on each finger, to get all the crumbs, it really was quite nice.

"So, here is the deal" he grabbed another biscuit "I ask the questions- you answer" he took a bite of the biscuit "if however, you give the wrong answer or bullshit me" he raised his right hand that still held a gun "Pow"

He blinked when he accidentally let another pellet go flying "Woops"

Alison screamed and hid behind the couch once more.

There was silence and Dorian waited patiently as the interviewee took all of this in "Just what- exactly would you consider to be a wrong answer- considering this is my interview"

He grinned "You'll find out"

He heard a sigh from behind the couch, when, to his surprise, Ashley re-emerged from behind the chair she was currently quaking behind, she got up, straightened out her hair and outfit and sat on the seat "Very well, lets begin"

He nodded, turning on the very handy recording device, before picking up the gun, so he now had a gun in each hand "Ok, scaredy-cat, why Total Drama?"

She had winced at the nickname, but had decided to ignore it, she levelled his eyes, with hers "Because I can win"

He looked to ponder it for a moment, before shrugging "Why the confidence?"

She folded her arms "I always get my way"

He raised both guns "Wrong"

He then fired both and she yet again flew from her chair "That was not wrong" she screeched.

"I should change your nickname to screechy" Chef said as he got up and fired a few more for good measure. Making her run around her rooms. Feeling satisfied, Dorian went back to his seat.

Alison looked at Chef horrified "Is this even legal?"

Dorian simply shrugged "We have very good lawyers"

Alison inwardly scoffed at herself- what a question- this was Total Drama- they were known for their strong lawyer base- even her own father would be nuts to go against them and that was saying something. She hardened her jaw- she should be able to think better under such pressure- she didn't get where she was by saying such stupid things.

"From the latest season's any favourite challenges? And why" he asked.

Alison, keeping herself as composed as possible, thought carefully before speaking "I've always liked the fear factor ones- there is something riveting in it"

Dorian gave a long, low hum in response- but didn't say or do anything else, stretching it out as long as possible.

Alison, ground her teeth, as she watched Chef decide whether or not to shoot her with pellets. She hated this feeling- not having control, being dependable- her fate in his hands- a normal interviewer she could bend the answers to go her way- she always had control- she wasn't going to lose it to some lackey- she just had to figure out how- everyone had a weakness.

He then gave a small nod.

She really hated the relief she felt at that nod.

"What do you think you'd add to the show?" he finally got to the next question.

She gave him her most charming smile "Why myself, I'd be sure to bring the drama- I could definitely twist things to go in my favour- there is no pretending in that" she let out a perfect low chuckle "don't you think?"

Chef gave a small smile.

Alison's face fell, before she quickly ran into action. When suddenly she had an idea "Chef-", she dodged the paintball-

"yes"

"I'd like to-"

-splat-

"Aaargh" she moved again "Listen" this was getting silly she thought as she yet again dodged a paintball "war stories"

Dorian paused and Alison slowly lowered the painting she was holding as a shield, but didn't let go just in-case- as she eyed him- please say yes- she thought.

Dorian thought things for a bit- the girl did look worn out- wouldn't be a good idea to scar her- he wasn't a heartless bastard, and he knew Chef would like his war stories- he was sure he could make up a few.

"Ok"

He then went back to his seat.

Stunned, Alison quickly followed her makeshift shield in her hands. She laid it by her feet as she sat down- just-in-case. And watched slightly amused, as Chef picked up the tea she had prepared for Miss Daugherty, took a big gulp of it, shrugged "Not bad", before clearing his throat and starting his story.

"I was in Nam"

One hour later, Alison was doing her best to not fall asleep.

"We spent three hours crawling on hour bellies, through the long grass, rain pouring down, and remember it had been a day since we ate anything- our bellies were grumbling- we had to ignore it if we had to persist- but we survived- we survived- well" Chef suddenly stood up.

Alison blinked rapidly at the sudden change.

"-I'll leave now" and he abruptly left.

Alison, got up, to give him a proper good-bye, but he was too quick. She sighed as she sunk into her chair, very much unlike herself. She looked down at her ruined pink designer dress, she sighed- she was too tired to be mad.

If she were honest with herself, she'd have to say, she did a good job, considering the rather unorthodox interview. She looked around the ruined room and thought of the few others that would be in a similar state- she gave a small smile- they were so out dated- a few tears to Daddy, would allow them to be changed tastefully.

…

Dorian, did his best not to shift, as he sat in the lounge of the new contestant- a one Joshua Thomas.

Except Joshua wasn't there- his parents were- which was mainly why he was feeling so uncomfortable now.

He had enjoyed the latest interview so much, he had knocked on the door of the rather interesting house rather confidently and both guns in hand. His mother answered a big smile on her face "Welcome" she breathed out in a dreamy vague sort of manner.

She then turned before he could speak, beckoning him to follow, she swayed as she walked toward the lounge "Josh isn't here- not your fault- he's never been very good with time" she explained to him.

Dorian only nodded.

Her husband- well he presumed it was her husband- considering the kiss he gave her when he handed her the tea, entered with some herbal tea for the three "It is good for the soul- drink it slowly" and some rather 'tasty' Anzac cookies "not so good for the soul- but tasty" he winked at Dorian as he placed them on the coffee table.

Again, his only response was to nod- unsure how to react to the parents.

The mother took the sip of her tea "So you work with Total Drama then?"

He nodded gruffly "Yes Ma'am"

The father nodded to the guns "What are they for?"

He fumbled some excuse about creative thinking- inspiring the teens- seeing a bit more than normal interviews, before taking a big sip of the tea- regretting it as it was weird, but he swallowed it anyway.

And on it went- an unknown amount of time of awkwardness – well on Dorian's part- it probably was only fifteen minuets' at best, but it felt much longer to Dorian. When suddenly, the mother smiled "Ah- she walked to the window- yes, Joshy should be here soon- well we best be off"

And like that, the two were gone with their tea and biscuits.

Dorian felt slightly relieved, he went to the window to see the kid cycle by, whistling, a surfboard tucked under his arm, and a fez on his head- that's right- Dorian remembered the kid liked fez's.

-Audition-

Josh is wearing a tye-dye shirt with khaki shorts and off-course a Fezz ( today it was a ice velvet blue one).

"A great man once said 'Fezz's are cool'"

A female voice from behind the camera sighs "You said that"

Josh laughs "Yes, but aren't I a great man"

"bumbling fool more like it"

"That's the spirit"

The woman sighs.

"Calm down and smell the incense, take in the perfume, so you can shoot this audition for me with a clear, and relaxed mind"

"It's already rolling"

"Rolling?"

"See the red flashing light? That means the camera is on and filming you now"

"Huh" Josh then pauses to reflect, his fingers tapping his chin.

He suddenly grins and claps his hands together "Right" he then spreads them wide "to the Total Drama crew-"

Suddenly a burst of wind blows through the open living room where they are standing and his Fez blows of his head and to the outdoors.

"MY FEZ!" Josh screeches and runs after it.

The young woman behind the camera sighs once more, before it is turned off.

Taking a deep breath, Dorian, mentally preps himself as Chef and waits for Joshua to enter, he stands facing the door, the guns raised.

A few seconds later, the door is swung open to reveal the blonde lad in all his glory.

He grins at the sight of him "Chef! What a surprise!"

Dorian grunts "Move closer boy or you'll get shot"

Joshua laughs "Oh Chef you are-" he steps forward.

Dorian shoots.

-splat-

-thud-

Dorian blinks at the kid now sprawled on his back- he didn't even bother to try to dodge him. He goes over to check his pulse- well he still has one, he shrugs- good enough for him.

He then steps over the kid and leaves.

…

In the chopper, he reflects the day-s? Doing three countries so quickly, left him a bit frazzled whatever time it was, he hadn't a clue- but he felt good- all round allot more enjoyable.

Monk was right- pushing these kids was fun.

He wondered briefly what he should do tomorrow, before kicking of his shoes, getting comfortable and getting some sleep.

End.

Hope you Enjoyed.

Thanks to everyone who sent in characters.

Alison: The Misguided Angel of Death

Jarran: Ruff Da Mastermind

Joshua: GwendolynD

Till Next Time

GwendolynD

Info:

Name: Alison Dalecrest

Stereotype: The Princess

Race/Skin Color: Porcelain skin

Nationality: American
Where Do They Live: London, England

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bi

Hair Color/Length: Waist-Length Honey Blonde hair with natural Ice Blonde streaks

Eye Color: Piercing Sky blue eyes

Height: 5'6'
Weight: 120 lb.

Everyday Clothes: A hot pink strapless designer dress that reaches her lower thigh and has a black ribbon sash around the waist, a black designer leather jacket and black designer knee-high high-heeled boots

Swimwear: A black bikini
Clothing in Audition video: same as everyday
Clothing in interview: Same as everyday

Personality: Alison is the ultimate charmer. She has this strange unique ability to make anyone feel good about themselves. People just automatically trust her with their deepest darkest secrets. They just feel like they can open up to her and tell her everything about themselves. Alison is a master liar and manipulator. She loves turning people against each other and watching the explosive results. She is also a very smart and calculating young woman. Her mind works like a chess board. She is always thinking, always planning. She views the world like its a game of chess, viewing every possible outcome that could become real from her decisions in life. Alison is vindictive and cunning, she often uses other people as tools in her manipulations - she is the snake behind an angel's face. Nobody's tells a lie better then Alison…once she begins spinning her web of lies no one is safe from being caught in it. Alison tends to use the information and secrets she gains from other against them to insure their loyalty to her. Alison is also a super competitive person…to the point where she will get physically aggressive. However like most humans Alison has a light side too that contrasts with her dark side. When alone with just her boyfriend Alison turns into a sweet, caring girl who loves cuddling and being held. She will do anything to make her boyfriend happy and just loves being close to him. She also deeply cares for her older brother and sister.

Bio: Alison Dalecrest was born in early summer to Kenneth and Jessica Dalecrest. She has an older sister named Charlotte and an older brother named Jason. Alison grew up a very privileged child who received whatever she want. Alison is a total daddie's girl and her father's favorite child. Her father is blinded by his adoration for her to see what a spoiled monster she truly is but her mother is not blind to her true and vicious ways. Upon entering school Alison immediately made herself known as the Alpha Queen Bee. She began ruling her school with an iron fist. To maintain her reign over the school she chose four girls to be her minions. There names were Anna, Haley, Emma and Maya. With them by her side Alison plunged her school into total fear. Due to her charming and trusting personality her friends told her their most darkest secrets which she used against them to keep their loyalty. However even though it seemed like she didn't give a shit about them and would sell their souls to save her own ass, Alison truly cared about her friends deeply. Her and Emma were the closest. Emma was the only person that Alison trusted with her own secrets. The two of them started developing romantic feelings for each other. They even shared their first kiss. Scared that she was interested in another girl, Alison began lashing out at Emma and pushing her away, denying the kiss ever happened. It hurt Alison to do it but she was to terrified of what other people would think of her. Their friendship abruptly ended there…that was only the beginning of turmoil for Alison. Her father was arrested for credit card fraud, her parents also decided to get divorced since they agreed they didn't love each other anymore. Emma then went missing…she was found dead in a shallow grave two months later. Alison was struck with grief at the loss of her best friend and first love. It was then that her mother announced that they were all moving to England. For the first time in months Alison had something to look forward too. A fresh new start…and a whole new school of people to rule over. Alison and her siblings were all enrolled in an elite private school. The only part that sucked was that they had to wear uniforms…but Alison could make anything work in her favor. On her first day Alison met the boy she knew she would spend the rest of her life with. His name is Hayden, he is the school's student body president and he was assigned to be her guide to help her get through her first day. Upon meeting it was love at first sight for both of them. Not only was he incredibly attractive, he was also a true gentleman and his accent just added to his hotness. Alison never thought she would fall in love again after Emma but she was proved wrong. Alison immediately became one of the most popular girls in her new school due to her charming personality…Throughout middle school and high school, Alison and Hayden became closer and closer. They became best friends and eventually they fell in love. On her sixteenth birthday Hayden worked up the courage to tell Alison he loved her. Alison was ecstatic and tackled him in a huge hug. They have been dating ever since.
How Do they talk: Alison has a beautiful voice that puts the listener in a trance and makes them want to listen to her speak non-stop

Likes: Heavy rock and metal music, reading, fairytales, the rain, manipulating others, her boyfriend treating her like a princess, tea, cuddling by the fire

Dislikes: Gross food, not being in control, losing, failure, any music thats not rock, people not liking her

Talent: Manipulation, playing the piano, singing (has the voice of a siren)

Hobbies: Reading, writing stories, playing field hockey, listening to music, manipulating others

Fear: Being left all alone

Strengths: Manipulation, ability to lie, is quite strong despite her size and she has a very high I.Q.

Weakness: Get annoyed easily, overthinks things which can lead her to getting distracted, once she sets her mind on something she won't stop until she accomplish her goal

Allergies: none

Medical Condition: yes

If Yes What Kind: Bi-Polar
Relationship: No (already has a boyfriend)

Anything Else: She has a heart shaped face.

Name: Jarran "J. Quik" Lucas

Age: 19

Description: He has a tall, lanky build. Caramel skin & light greenish-gray eyes. He has a black bald fade with a black goatee. He wears red lenseless glasses.

Personality: He is a person that likes to entertain. He is an aspiring actor and director. He likes to do stand up comedy at open mics on campus. He has a good sense of humor. Very friendly and talkative. He is somewhat athletic. He likes to play pick up basketball and participate in dunk contests. He knows how to balance a budget since he is a college sophomore. He is very witty and has a vast vocabulary. Despite this, he isn't the best with words. He likes to make rap beats and do freestyles over them. He is very blunt at times when he speaks. Tends to yell obscenities when he messes up. He has slight narcissistic tendencies.

Bio: He is originally a Detroit native. His parents are divorced when he was 10 due to a conflict of interests. His father is a professor in African American Literature at Wayne State University while his mother is a city councilwoman. He primarily lived with his father but often stayed with his mother on his weekends. He graduated from his high school with a 4.6 GPA (on 5 point scale). He was one of the best basketball players in the city but he decided he didn't want to play anymore after high school. He decided to go to college at UCLA, majoring in Filmmaking and Drama (Television and Film focus). After choosing to go to UCLA, his parents gave him some possession of his college funds and banking expenses. He is an aspiring actor and director. During his freshman year, he met and befriend fellow film student Rodney "Junky Rod" Lawrence and music student Scott "DJ Scotty Flex" Pickens. After their freshmen year, they would move into a studio apartment together. The trio would go on to make a YouTube channel called CaliLivin'. The channel produces many comedic sketches, short films, and music videos. He was given the nickname "J. Quik" from his rap delivery in their most popular music video "Sally Mae Wants Her Pay". To help supplement his pay, he took a job at a local shoe store kiosk called Laces at the Los Angeles County Mall while Rodney took a cashier job at T-Mart, a superstore, and Scott works as a freelance DJ for many on campus parties and events. He is secretly afraid of his shift manager, Frida.

Where do they live: Los Angeles, California

Clothing in Audition Video: A red t-shirt with khaki cargo shorts and blue sneakers. He also has red lenseless glasses and a silver watch.

Clothing for Interview: A white tuxedo with white church shoes, sunglasses, a white durag, a gold watch, & a black bandanna.

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 has a gravely voice that tends to stay flat. He sounds the same sad as he does excited.

Anything you think is important (likes, dislikes, family, bio, etc):

Likes: Rap, R&B, money to pay tuition, CaliLivin', college, blondes, looking fresh and clean, pick up basketball, dunk contests, having rent money, any types of food, having money in his pocket, dope beats, himself, & doing stand up comedy.

Dislikes: Negativity, Sally Mae, tuition, negative comments on videos, trolls, flamers, religious debates, paying for books, Professor Brooks (his creative writing professor), shy girls, Frida (his shift manager at Laces), & being hungry.

Family:
Ricardo Lucas- a 46 year old professor of African American Literature at Wayne State University.

Sheila Bennett- a 43 year old city councilwoman of Detroit.

Nothing has to be added here nor do the above have to be answered- just anything you think would be handy for the character or the interview

Audition Video (please have them trying to say more than why they should be on Total Drama):
The video starts off by showing a tall and skinny young man sleeping on a couch. He snores loudly. The cameraman walks next to the couch. The camera turns the camera towards himself to reveal the face of a young man with a brown visage and a bald head. He then puts the camera down on the table that's right next to the couch. He then pulls out his phone. He presses something to play on his phone.
"JARRAN!? WAKE YO AZZ UP!" a female voice screamed from the phone.
"WHAT THE HELL?! FRIDA!?" the young man screamed back as he woke up.
"It's not Frida, bro," the cameraman said, "it's time for your Total Drama audition."
"What in the fuck did you use your scary ass Frida ringtone to wake me up, Rodney?" the sleeper asked inquisitively.
"Jarran, I did it," Rodney states, "because it was fun, boss."
"You're a fucking dick sometimes," Jarran replies back.
"I know but I'm still one of your two best friends."
"Speaking of best friends, where is Scott?"
"He's just being DJ Scotty Flex over on the other side of campus."
"Damn it. He was supposed to help me with this audition."
"Don't worry man. I'm still here for you," Rodney replies.
"Ok, let's just get this shit done."
He clears his throat. Rodney leaves out of the frame.
"Hiyo, you Canadians. Wassup witcha'll today? I'm Jarran Lucas also known "J. Quik" from CaliLivin'. I'm just chilling and killing right now. Trying to get that education. I'm trying to get into your field of work as an actor and eventually a director. I would like to direct my own episode of my favorite police procedural show, Criminal Understanding. I'm a film and drama student at UCLA. I gotta make sure Sally Mae get her pay one day. Hey, ya know I'm too cute to be in debt, right? Right now, I am working at this bum ass shoe kiosk called Laces. My manager Frida is a complete bitch sometimes." His eyes start to bulge out of his skull and he realizes what he just said.
"I'm sorry, Frida. I didn't mean to say that. I love you, Frida," he manages to say very quickly.
"Well, back to what I was saying. I also write music and direct all of our music videos. So, uh, that's it. Please select me. Sally Mae is going to be wanting her money from me," he then pleads.
"Well, I'll sign off on this. Thank you for your careful consideration," he says as he signs off and goes into a bedroom. Rodney turns the camera to himself.
"Little does he know that I'm going to upload this to our channel as a prank," Rodney states, "annndddd done. He is Frida's bitch sometimes."
The camera is then shut off.

Name: Joshua Thomas

Nickname(s): 'J'. Josh, Tommy, Homey, Honey, Weirdo, - any nickname under the sun and he'll accept all with a smile nice or not.

Age: 17

Sex: Male

Stereotype: Laid Back Genius

Hair: Messy Blonde Hair that flies everywhere

Eyes: Bright Blue

Skin: light tan

Height: 6 foot 2

Build: slimline swimmers build with broad shoulders

Everyday Clothing: White cotton pants, red checked shirt, sandals

Formal: grey pinstripe suit with red bowtie, black shoes, and of-course a black velvet Fez

Accessories: Fez's

Personality:

He is laid back and doesn't like to work too hard, life should be easy, doesn't study hard, just 'floats' through things. The thing is, he is a genius, but doesn't apply his mind and comes off as stupid- especially when he tells his Dad jokes.

However, he has his phases, which could last months or a couple of days, if there is something that spikes his interest- he'd go all out and research- whether it is poverty in Africa, fashion trends of the 1920's, creation of jelly-beans, he'll keep reading until he is satisfied he has read enough or just stops- though English and the English language is his speciality and where his most interest lies.

Josh would try everything and anything, all you have to do is ask and he'd be up for it.

Otherwise, easy going, it'll take allot to anger him. When he does get mad, he is like a volcano that has been bubbling with-in, he literally explodes and shouts and is extremely scary- he lets loose all this steam and like a switch he is calm and friendly and whatever angered him is in the past. He will take his time with everything and is the type of person to actually smell the roses.

Is the type of guy, who recycles, plants trees, wears super-man costumes, gives free hugs, tells bad jokes, likes jelly beans, cycle on his bike which has a wooden crate on the front of the handlebars and hums show tunes.

Motto: 'Life is complicated enough with-out you adding to it so, 'take it easy' '

Being an opened minded person, Josh would watch, eat, listen, read, sing to (very badly) anything!

Talent (one thing): Collecting random knowledges

Strengths: Scrabble/ Scrabble type games like bananagrams, random subjects of knowledge

Weaknesses: Anything that requires allot of effort, stressful situations- he can't cope and if he can he'd walk away from it, modern technology (He doesn't have facebook and doesn't own an iphone/Samsung- has an old brick phone (Only texts and makes phone calls), cars- shouldn't be behind the wheel – like really shouldn't

Leader or Follower: A confident a guy- do either, depending if he agrees that the leader is more knowledgeable in the required field.

Winning strategy: None- go with the flow

Hobbies: reading, cycling, smelling roses and admiring sky patterns/ views, swimming, puzzles,

Likes: gaining knowledge, chess, chatting with old people (such interesting stories), jelly beans, show tunes, dinosaurs, being scared, hail, letters, reading, cycling, smelling roses and admiring sky patterns/ views, swimming, puzzles, just wondering about and exploring Fez

Dislikes: rushing, being under pressure, most pieces of teenage gossip, people that unnecessarily repeat themselves, coffee, make-up, homework, stress, arguments- well boring ones that tend to circle, people solving his puzzles

Phobia: bull ants, had a bad experience when he was camping at the age of 7, now is paranoid about them

With Joshua, his friendships and people he dislikes, change day by day according to peoples actions and things they say.

What kind of person are they friends with:

What kind of person do they dislike:

Sexuality: Doesn't like to label it- he could fall for a Fury (a person who believes they are an animal), a Vampire, for all he knows or a transsexual- and there isn't really a name for any of them.

Paired Up (Y/N): Up to you

What kind of person are they interested in romantically: Who knows

Bio:

His parents are a laid back couple. His mother is a 'loving spirit' who does meditation courses and sells crystals. His father is a Naturopath.

They live in an open house, that is surrounded by vegetation ( a mini wild jungle of sorts filled with native plants), everything is eco-friendly and recycled, the house is also constantly smelling of incense- which Joshua has taken a liking to smelling.
His family are also rather philosophical and many family dinners have had discussions about life and its meaning- Josh is known to sometimes do research before a family meal.

It takes him two hours to cycle to school, but he loves it, the peace, sunrise, early morning fog and eventually the early morning exercisers. It would give him a great lift to start the day- not that he really cared for school or results- he'd often skip just to explore.

Though at one point he started going regularly, at the age of fourteen he had joined the junior debating team as a friend had asked him to. He really enjoyed it and went to school everyday to research with or for the team, but he excelled at it, and was accepted into the school's junior debating team- but the pressure and stress was too much, so he simply quite.

Josh continues to live his life as simply as he can. Doing everything at his own pace.

Audition Tape (Optional):