Noah sat at a desk sorting through the applications. You'd think Chris would want to do that himself, but he should have known the host would be too lazy. He didn't even bother looking up as Chris opened the door.

"Do we have enough yet?" He asked, looking impatient.

"Even if we accepted every applicant we'd still be short." Noah remarked, still not looking up. "We only opened the auditions a week ago."

Chris looked put out. "I know but we should have way more than that! People should be flocking to my show in droves! I'm giving them the honor of being on my show and they won't even take it."

"Honor is not the word I'd use." the cynic quipped, placing another file, on the pile furthest left.

"No one care what the intern thinks, Noah." Chris rebutted. "So how many do you have anyway?"

"Well there's the two already picked beforehand, seven in the definite pile, four in under consideration, and four in the no way pile." The cynic listed pointing at each pile.

"Why'd you decline them?" The host asked.

"One was overage, one was underage, one was too similar to other contestants, and one was a clown."

"Let me see that last one." Chris ordered, Noah handed it to him with an eye roll. "Noah a clown would bring in ratings."

"People hate clowns."

"A lot of people also like clowns. It's divisive, which makes it perfect for this show!" He finished looking over the application and put it on the definite pile. "Put her in."

"Fine." Noah grumbled.

"Are you afraid of clowns Noah?" Chris teased.

"No, they just annoy me. As the one kid who wouldn't smile no matter what they did, clowns were endlessly bothering me. Not everyone likes to smile."

"Knowing you hate clowns just makes me want her in even more."

"You enjoy my torment." the cynic deadpanned.

Chris gave him a cheeky grin. "Would you know me any other way?"

A/N: Okay, I want to give other people a chance to get their OC's in so I decided to fill half the cast with definite characters. Now if your character is not here, it means they're under consideration. In other words if by the deadline I want to include your character they will be in. I know some people really hate when someone closes SYOC too quickly and some of the characters in the consideration group could use more fleshing out if I'm honest. So here's the cast so far.

Girls:

Patrica Walken: the quiet photographer- submitted by Moka Evans

Martha Quinn:the bubbly clown- submitted by AmyAmyNight

Amber Carpson: the diligent assistant -submitted by AnnoyingAlarmClock

Georgia Brown:The Phantasmal voice actress- submitted by Rouge Tundra

Kennedy Rose Lee:The perfectionist prankster- submitted by xxPrincxssxx

Boys:

.Alejandro Burromuerto: The arch villain- canon

Jeremiah Rose: the musical nerd- submitted by Musical-Total Drama- Nerd

Edward "Ed" Sterling:the con artist- submitted by Perfectlove990

Alister Dare:The hot-headed track star-submitted by gamergirl101

Jeroboam Bolumburu Nancucheo- the girly boy submitted by Yolotsin Xochitl

Again if your OC did not show up on the list it is under consideration.

Now I've decided to post the confirmed contestants audition tapes, like they did with the actual total drama enjoy!

Patrica

Static fills the screen before clearing. Patrica steps into frame frowning. She holds up her fingers in a box shape then sighs. She moves closer to the screen and the screen moves back and forth as she tries to adjust it. She takes a step back and smiles. Her eyes widened. "Recording." She says lowly. She moves out of frame and comes back with a script. "I'm Patrica. I'd like to audition for your show. I'm prood at grotography." She blushes, shakes her head then holds up two fingers.

"I'm Patrica, I'd like to show for your audition." She facepalms and holds up three fingers

"I'm Patrica, I'd like to audition for your show. I'm gooy at photographd." She sighs and holds up four fingers then begins to talk again as she does she does an action. Somehow this helps.

She waves her hand. "Hello." She points to herself. "I'm Patrica," She pretends to sing and dance, "I'd like to audition for your show." She gives a thumbs up and points to her camera. "I'm good at photography." She clasps her hands like she's praying "Please pick me!" Static fills the screen again.

Martha

[The scene starts off at the circus where a large yellow-and-blue box is wheeled in. The box top pops open with confetti and party horns going off. Martha climbs out.]

"Hey, hey, hey! It's me, Martha the Clown! I saw your little show audition thing and I thought, "Y'know what? I should have a go at that! I'd totally take it home!" So, I'm enterin' your show, I am! Y'see, I'm a clown so y'know I've got that strength with me! I mean, I learned how to ride a unicycle when I was just a little girl! It's like ridin' a bike!...Well, HALF a bike anyway! Haha!"

[Martha honks a clown horn.]

"So, come on, lemme on your show, would ya? I'd love to show everyone just what this little clown can do!"

[The tape cuts to static.]

Amber

Amber is shown sitting on the steps of some official government looking building. She's looking at her watch and takes a deep breath. "Okay 10 minutes left of lunch break..." she looks up at the camera finally. "Hi, I'm Amber, Amber Carpson, I'm the Mayors assistant over here, and I'd like to audition for your new total drama season." She steps a bit closer to the camera, almost tripping on one of the stairs "I'm very intelligent, and extremely persistent, the mayor doesn't hire just anyone to surround him at almost all times." She smiles to herself. "I hope you can find it in your heart and your extremely busy schedule to pick me for your show!" She looks back to her watch. "Oh crap I gotta go!" She hurries to the camera, actually tripping this time, falling into the camera. "Ow..."

Georgia

The camera opens up to her school's Broadway stadium. "Greetings to all Total Drama executives. I am Georgia Brown." She stated contently only for the background students to start arguing. "Again?" She complained rolling her eyes. "Give me a moment." She pleaded at the camera as she clears her throat. Now she sounds like a harsh director. "You kids stop arguing or all are going to get the detention of your life!" The students stop bickering thinking the principal was watching so they continue setting the stage up peacefully. "Idiots" Georgia mumbled with her normal voice. She looks at the camera again. "Your show has piqued my interest in participating in the competition." She takes a few cards out of her pocket and does tricks with them. "I would be an excellent option. After all, I am famous here in the United States which will give more viewership and sponsors. Thank you for your consideration,"

Kennedy

Kennedy's face came into view. "Hi," she greeted cheerfully, "I'm Kennedy! I really really really want to be on this show! I promise you've never seen anyone like me before!" she exclaimed. "You can call me a prankster, yeah, I've done some pretty awesome things," she bragged. "Trust me, pranks of my level of awesomeness are hard work. Pick me, and you'll be seeing stars," she grinned evilly as she picked up a baseball bat, "maybe even literally."

"KENNEDY! WHAT THE F*** DID YOU DO TO MY CAR?!"

Kennedy merely smirked as glanced at her baseball bat.

With that, the screen fades to static

Jeremiah

*singing*"The greatest stories ever told have a hero who must be bold they learn a sense of right and wrong and better learn the sense through song"*stop singing* Hi I'm Jeremiah Rose but my friends call me Jeremy. I don't really want to audition to total drama but my stupid therapist said this might be good way to improve my social skill and make some good friends. I don't get him! I have friends! I have Henry! But maybe this will not be that bad. So pick me if you want 24/7 musicals singing guy who will improve your ratings bye!

Edward

*Sitting outside of house with a table full of junk* "Hey Chris, heard a bit about your show. Well, I think it's time to spice it up a bit. I'm a bit of a seller and I think I can sell myself to the million, give me a chance and think we can come up with some type of deal."

*Yelling in Distance* "Ed, you better give me a refund!"

"Ha, got to go." *Camera turns off*

Alister

The camera opened to a young male wearing track clothes. He got into a running stance and started to run around the track. "I'm joining Total Drama! I got this! I'm gonna best that twin brother of mine! He's not gonna be the best bro-! HEY! What the eff?! Get away from my effin' car!" He's gotten angry, running toward the camera man. Static and black.

Jeroboam

Jeroboam is seen pulling an arm a couple of shades darker than his skin and with a striking blue ring on his finger.

"You promised you would do it!" He exclaims in a slightly shrill voice, it is difficult to identify if it is a boy or a girl.

"Yes, good. I changed my mind." Answers a clearly feminine voice.

"Let's go! It's not that difficult." He talks again.

"Then why do not you do it alone?!"

On the screen it appears written on a light brown background: "We regret it, technical problems." Meanwhile, music sounds like in an elevator.

Jeroboam reappears, now with crossed arms and sulking expression.

"Are not you going to say anything?" The female voice asks. "Come on! You were the one who wanted to do this, and I'm holding the camera. That should be enough moral support for you. Buru!"

The light brown background and music reappears, now it says: "Technical problems ... again."

Jeroboam sighs audibly before looking forward with a smile.

"Hello! My name is Jeroboam Bolumburu Ñancucheo, but you can call me: Jero or Buru. My best friend promised me that she would do this with me, but apparently she will only hold the camera ... Traitorous." He gives a false murderous look to the girl who laughs. "Well, I want to participate in this thing because it seems fun and the prize sounds pretty good. The only thing that could make me happy that you not choose me would be that I would not have to endure the disgusting food of the Chef- he grimaces and the laughter becomes audible again. Well, I planned to do a spectacular musical number, but considering that my partner has abandoned me..."

"You do not sing!" She exclaims without stopping to laugh.

"Maybe now I would like to do it."

"Seriously? But you sound like a duck!"

"Are you discriminating me for being a duck?" He placed his hand against his chest while his face showed an exaggerated and obviously non-existent indignation, the laughter multiplied.

Again the background and the music appear, now with the message: "We had to interrupt the recording because the camera operator was unable to maintain a serious attitude."

It shows an approach to Jeroboam's face.

"Choose me!"

So that's all for now. You have until the 27th to submit an OC. See you on the 28th.