Complete and utter darkness…truly not something that one would expect from the city that's all lights at night. Almost nothing could be seen…no building outlines, no neon, just some vague flickerings of lightbulbs in skyscrapers, which all came to shut off after some time. When they were gone, there was nothing…and then: a flash. In the very second of the daylights shutting off, the neon came to life. Bright blues, pinks, greens, all sorts of colors illuminated the city's landscape as far as the eye could see. It was enormous, with buildings that had so many floors that one would have to question how to even finish exploring them in the first place. At the top of one such building, there sat an iconic duo…a duo that had themselves seated on beach chairs with martinis in their hands.
"Party's about to kick off, isn't it? Wonder where our guests are." Chris McLean, iconic show host for Total Drama, sat on the leftmost of the two beach chairs, which was blue in color. In contrast to the normal attire that people had grown used to for him, he was wearing something more suited to the aesthetic of the lit up wonderland. He had a gold chain necklace draped around his neck, which just barely fell to the mostly open collar of his blue Hawaiian shirt. His pants of choice were a nice pair of jeans, some perfectly white shoes covering his feet beneath them. "I swear, getting directions to the place was hard enough…and they better not have just taken the cars and drove off with them."
"Man, it ain't even been a whole minute since the thing was supposed to kick off, would you just be patient?" The man beside him, in the red chair, was Chef Hatchet, who had given himself a bit of a wardrobe upgrade as well. He was dressed up much different than a chef would've been, putting himself together a pearly white tuxedo jacket and pants, with matching dress shoes. The dress shirt under his jacket was pink in color, with a black tie around the neck. He had a slick pair of shades on as well…not that he necessarily needed them in the middle of the night. "Take a look over there…I think I see one of the cars coming in right now."
As it was foretold by the co-host, a car started driving along the neon streets far below the roof of the building. The two of them were eager to take a gander and see which car it was, recognizing it as a green beetle. It wasn't really an eccentric car, and the sight of it just seemed to disappoint the two of them. From down below, it could be seen that the license plate was labeled as "LEO," presumably the name of the vehicle's owner.
"Take a left in fifty feet? W-wait a minute, that direction came way too fast, how am I supposed to react in time!?" Leo looked frantic as he passed right by his turn, slamming his head down on the wheel and accidentally honking the horn once he did. He slowly raised his head back up, his amber eyes staring ahead at the road. His spiky mess of dyed, light green hair was a bit more ruffled than usual, likely from the sudden face slamming on the wheel and all. He raised one of his almond-toned hands to his face, rubbing his forehead.
"Come on, get yourself together, Leo! Your kiddos are probably watching from back home, you can't let them see you all distraught!" The poor guy clearly didn't get the memo on party clothing, as his outfit just looked…well, odd. For starters, he had a pale green jacket that he had left unbuttoned over a darker green, turtleneck sweater– two party fouls right off the bat. There was a yellow sash around his waist, which transitioned into his forest green trousers, which had very puffy bits around the calves. The final touch to his wardrobe was simple enough, a pair of yellow boots that struggled to contain the bagginess of his trousers. "Maybe if I make a u-turn– woah!"
Leo was forced to swerve out of the way, as another car drove past him, blaring its horn in an erratic manner. If it were possible for a luxury sports car to be a crapbox, it would've been this car, which just seemed to be entirely out of place…as it was even driving on the wrong side of the road. The license plate, again, had the name of the driver, this time being "JHIN." Inside the car…was somehow even more confusing than the outside of the car. The driver wasn't sitting right…she wasn't even in the driver's seat. She was sitting in the passenger side, kicking her feet over to steer the wheel while her tongue stuck out of her mouth.
"Alright, haven't died yet, must mean I'm almost there! Nyaha!" She let out her obnoxious sounding laugh, twirling the wheel with her feet and making a hard turn to drive right over the curb and knock a neon light post over, not that this even seemed to jostle her. However, she did decide to hop over to the right seat, shaking her head and patting her hair down into place. The hair was a really light brown, though it did have some bright yellow streaks running through it, and it was mostly slicked back, give for the few strands that were poking out from her just having been sitting on her head. Her eyes were a fairly bright orange, being quite striking in comparison to her hair and her warm ivory skin.
"No, I'm not gonna go check on that other guy, that's such a waste of good time! We could be early five minutes ago!" She shouted at nobody, licking her lips deviously right before stomping down on the gas as hard as she could. Her outfit was a bit more lax than Leo's, but still not quite anything you'd expect from the party scene. She had on a tee shirt, which was banded, the top band being beige, the middle pale yellow, and the final as a more sedimentary brown. Under that, she had a plain, white, long-sleeved shirt, which somehow wasn't a mess from all her jostling about. Her pants were simple enough, plain khakis, still, somehow no creases in them, and her shoes were a bit more appropriate than Leo's, being yellow skater shoes. "Hang on!" She screeched to a sudden halt in the middle of the road, raising a finger to tap at her chin. "...Did I leave the water on? Yeesh, I sure hope so! I'm gonna be so pissed if I get home and my indoor pool isn't ready!"
As she sat there in thought, another car crashed right into the back of hers, though despite her airbag going off in her face, she was unphased, as she just used a nail to pop it. Meanwhile, in the car behind hers, the tan minivan that had the license plate with the name "GISELLE" on it, there was a woman that was more than startled by the accident. Her tanned hands clamped down hard on the steering wheel as she took frantic breaths, her noticeably large chest extending and retracting with each breath.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no! I have to make sure they're okay!" Giselle's hazel eyes nervously looked down to her seatbelt, which she was trying to unlatch as quickly as she could. Her auburn hair wasn't too long, only reaching to her shoulders, but it definitely got to be a bit of a mess from the crash. Her outfit gave off somewhat of a motherly vibe, with her top being a beige sweater with a cut out in the center of her breast, showing off something really spectacular. Her slacks were a burnt orange color, fitting well with the rest of her color scheme, and she had some simple, gray sneakers on. She finally managed to free herself from the clutches of her seatbelt, swinging her car door open. However, before she could get out, another vehicle whirred by, knocking her door right off of the hinges and leaving her sitting there in a wide-eyed stare.
"M-my…everyone's in such a hurry…" Giselle slowly looked down at her own lap, lowering her hands to clutch on her thighs before looking back up with a deprived stare in her eyes. "Oh, why won't they just hurry up and give momma some love already!? I'm just as important as this game show! Just look at me!" She looked down at her chest and frowned, "...Maybe I need a bigger boob window…"
As far as things went for the car that had just gotten rid of one of Giselle's doors, it wasn't even a car, but a motorcycle…a really sturdy motorcycle that managed to outpower the car door with ease. It had a license plate as well, the name being "ELI." The boy that was riding the bike blinked slowly a few times, glancing back at the wreckage and grumbling a bit to himself. With an eye roll, he turned his attention back to the road, turning the next corner and finding that the car door had landed in a ramp-like position just ahead of him. It sent him soaring into the air, which had him holding on tightly for dear life.
"You've gotta be kidding me!" His bike came back down to the ground, landing as perfectly as he could and leaving him entirely unscathed. He let out a sigh of relief, shaking out his dirty blond hair, which was already messy as is in the bowl cut that it was put together as. His appearance was laid back, easy going, nothing too outrightly noticeable about him. His eyes were a simple brown color, no attention grabbing there, and his skin was pale, but not to the levels of a crazed shut in.
"You'd think they'd at least save the excitement until a little bit after the game's started…would've been more fun that way." His black jacket billowed in the wind that his bike was making for him, really giving him this feeling of slicing through the air on his sick bike. His brown pants were even billowing, thanks to the bagginess of them…or maybe the winds were just that strong, since his sneakers seemed about ready to fly off as well. Before long, he noticed that there was another vehicle next to him…an ambulance. He got one good look at the person in the driver's seat and could feel his heart throbbing like crazy afterwards. "J-jeez…there really are a whole lot of surprises right off the bat."
"WEAR A GODDAMNED HELMET YOU FUCKING MORON!" The lady in the driver's seat shouted ferociously before passing Eli by and leaving him in her dust, letting him see the license plate on the back that read "GWENDOLYN." She was a tough-looking woman, one with a horrendous scowl on her chocolate-toned. Her lips were done up with green lipstick, which matched the green color of her messy ponytail. The only thing slightly out of place were the blue eyes, but it was nothing too unbecoming. Giselle was gifted in the chest department, but whatever gift she had was easily trumped by Gwendolyn, who was, in essence, thicc.
"They just let any fucking numbskull drive a motorcycle these days, don't they? Goddammit, reality TV big wigs need to watch who they're giving those shits to!" She grumbled some more, but didn't take her eyes off the road, or her hands off the steering wheel. To fit the ambulance she was driving, she was wearing a classic, pink nurse's outfit, complete with a bonnet that had a red heart on it. She kept on driving at her steady pace, with another vehicle zooming right by her…at a speed that she determined as "dangerous." She laid her hand down on her horn before grabbing a little intercom mic and speaking into it, causing her voice to blare from the horn on top of the ambulance. "YOU'RE GONNA CRASH IF YOU KEEP GOING THAT FAST, YOU BUFFOON!"
"They'll just put any dunce in office these days, I swear," the man that sat in the driver's seat of the black sedan with the license plate "GARFIELD" shook his head as he raised his hand to turn off the political broadcast he was listening to. "They should really just vote for me already…woulda had them all under my thumb by now." He licked his lips aggressively and pushed down on the gas even harder, smoke billowing from his exhaust pipe. He looked like a frat boy that had decided to dress up like a psychologist, with his hair being mostly buzzed, with just a large tuft of blond on the top of his head. His eyes were brown, but seemed to have an almost red tint to them, as they gazed from his ivory face. Much to fit his aesthetic, there was a black soul path upon his lower jaw, right beneath his grin.
"I can just see it now: Mayor S. Quatch finds our true enemies– ourselves! Bahahaha! Wait, this ain't recording, right?" He nervously glanced over at the camera before blushing bashfully and putting on a fake mustache. His brown, leather jacket hung loosely atop his black tee shirt, which had been tucked into his dark-toned jeans. He tried to press down on the gas even harder with his black boots, but this just seemed to stall out his engine, as he spiraled out of control and went off the side of the road. "D-don't worry, zhat wasn't really meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Yeesh, Allan, you'd think that guy would be paying more attention to the road, right?" A boy spoke from the passenger seat of his vehicle, a…a yacht. That's right, it was a full on with the license plate named "GERALD ALLAN." The yacht was stuck firmly in place, not moving at all while Gerald had himself posted in that passenger seat. It wasn't until he accidentally bumped the auto-drive switch on it that it started loudly scraping against the ground. "Allan, you're such a good driver…I really wish I could be like you!" Gerald was a shrimpy thing, not necessarily in height, but in build, just a bit skinnier than the others thus far. He wasn't the palest person in the world, but his skin was a whiter tone, with some messy brown hair topping his head. He had these innocent, blue eyes, somewhat akin to a child that was with his best friend.
"What's that? You're saying it would've been better if we just picked a car?" Gerald looked a bit puzzled to hear this…even though there were no audible noises other than the boat scraping around on the ground. "...Oh, you were just joking, haha! You really had me going! It would've been a bit weird for you of all people to wanna do something that everyone else is doing!" The boy had a good laugh by himself, leaning back in his seat. His outfit was simple enough, but it looked to fit him pretty well, being a black tee shirt with an accented red pattern running along it like a band, blue jeans, and black shoes. He was considerably well put together. But his solace could only last so long, as a vent appeared in the front of the yacht, popping open for another vehicle to emerge from it.
"Hm…I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore…not that I ever was!" The girl at the head of this vehicle sounded outwardly obnoxious in the way she spoke, but her car really matched the bill for it. It resembled something…something from a popular mobile game. Right, the hit game "Among Us." It was a crewmate in its shape, just having some wheels and doors, with the visor being the windshield. The license plate read "SUZIE" originally, but it seemed that the back half of the name was scribbled out with black ink and it had been rewritten as "SUSSY." Suzie herself, well, she was an odd sort of shape. Her chestframe was a bit more rectangular than your average woman's, with a small bust to match it. Granted, she did have some significant width in her hips. Her face was sort of the cute type, with happy hazel eyes that wandered around and stared at just about everything she could see. Her cyan hair was pulled into a low ponytail with bangs covering her entire right eye, and her horribly pale skin was made even brighter by the moonlight.
"Hey! That…that's so cool! How'd you make that happen? Allan wants to know, too!" Suzie looked around to see Gerald shouting down to her from the controls of the yacht, causing her to panic a bit.
"Ack! You saw me vent! I-I'm not the one being sus, you're being sus! You and this Allan must be the imposters this round! Baka! Baka baka baka!" Suzie shouted back at Gerald, who just found himself confused by her weird yelling. She wore a cute sort of outfit to go with her face, having a deep blue hoodie that she left unzipped to show a white tee with the single word "SUS" written in black lettering. Light tan cargo shorts went down to her knees, white socks ran up to her calves, and she had on a pair of black and blue sneakers. Her car seemed to do a sort of bounce off of the yacht, landing on the ground and starting speed off, with Gerald taking this as a cue to try and help Allan make his yacht go faster.
As the deranged duo drove off from the scene, a third vehicle pulled up, this one being a black and gold open-topped sports car with the license plate "ATLAS" on the back of it. It was bumping some loud music from the stereo as the driver tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, a giant smile stretching across his face. He loved feeling the wind blowing through his black hair, even if it was far too short to feel the full effect of it. His eyes were brown in color, and, quite frankly, beautiful, as they stared ahead at the open road. His skin was a dark, ebony tone, mainly concealed by his dapper attire.
"Haha! Man, can't wait to get out there and meet all the others! Wonder what they're all gonna be like? Dunno, but it's gonna be a lotta fun to meet 'em!" Atlas turned the music up a little bit louder, continuing to tap his fingers to the beat. As mentioned before, his attire was quite dapper, the centerpiece being the elegant, gray vest that he had buttoned over his white dress shirt. He also had a blue bowtie, which had been tied a lot better than most people his age knew how to do. His shirt was tucked into black dress pants, and his shiny, black dress shoes were currently beneath him, one stepping on the gas. With one of his hands, he reached into the neck of his shirt, pulling up a necklace with a d-six dangling from it.
"Pulled it out on a five, huh? That's pretty good! Better than the twos and threes I usually get!" He let out a stouthearted laugh, tucking the die away as another car pulled up next to him, this one being a…black and gold sports car with an open top. The license plate for this one read "BEC," though the driver looked starkly different from Atlas. Oddly, though, he was playing the exact same song at the exact same volume, tapping his fingers to the beat at the very same tempo. The boy's skin was more of a light tan in comparison to Atlas, and stature wise, he was significantly smaller and scrawnier. His eyes were also brown, like Atlas', but were…well, not as beautiful. His hair, again, like Atlas', was black, but it had grown out far longer, and was just a shaggy mess. "Yo, Bec, my man! Didn't know you were signing up for the show!"
"Ah, Atlas, friend! Of course, your sister had told me that you were signing up, so I had no choice but to try and secure a spot as well!" Bec had a Chilean accent in his speech that was fairly noticeable, but he still spoke perfectly fine English. His outfit wasn't dapper, or even interesting, as it was just a plain, white tee shirt, some baggy, gray sweatpants, and black sneakers. He was, quite literally, the most unassuming person that anyone could've ever met. "It's so exciting to have the two of us here together, haha! Who knows what kinds of things will come to happen on the show?"
"Move it along, bitches, the real deal is rolling through!" The two boys were startled to hear the feminine voice calling out to them, and even more startled when they saw the owner of said voice about to crash through them. They swerved to the side in unison, allowing the bright purple colored sports car, this one looking a lot more expensive than the two that Atlas and Bec had. The license plate had the name "MORGAN," and the windows were rolled down to reveal a girl that looked to be related to Atlas. Her hair had been dyed purple, and was…incredibly long. It reached just down to her butt. Her eyes, unlike his, were a sharp blue that almost seemed to be violet from a glance. However, what was most striking about her was her eyebrows, which were a massive high arch. The two boys were stunned to see her, both bearing the same shocked expressions on their faces.
"Yeah, betcha didn't think this cat was coming out to play, did you? It's fine by me, just means you'll be even more surprised by me getting way further than either of you!" Morgan laughed and sped off from the too, making sure to let them know that she was better than them already. Her outfit was definitely more suited for this type of occasion than most of the others, with her wearing a black, crop, shoulderless shirt that had the word "BITCH" written across the front of it. Similarly, there was a dark brown and orange striped, shoulderless long-sleeve underneath that. The bright, purple straps of her bra could be seen from the low hanging shirts. Gold hoop earrings dangled from her ears, the two pieces of jewelry she was most fond of, and she wore black skinny jeans with purple running shoes to finish her attire. "Gonna totally smoke those boys, they ain't gonna know what hit 'em! Yeah, baby!"
On a whole different street in the city, a yellow lamborghini was shaking and struggling to keep at its course on the road. It had the license plate "ELIZA," and within it, the girl that matched the name. She looked about ready to pass out, as was seen from the dark bags on her peach white skin, but at least she looked effortlessly hot, regardless of her tiredness. Her blue eyes fit in well with her long, blonde hair, which went about halfway down her back. Oddly, she seemed to come to the show dressed in her work attire, having on a black cap that read the name "Maurie's Pizza Place" and a yellow button up with a similar logo on the front of it. Down from there, it was just the standard for workplace clothing: black trousers and black, non-slip shoes.
"N-need to get the delivery in before the next five minutes or it's free…" Eliza groaned, looking over to the seat next to her to see that there weren't any pizzas there, much to her surprise. She had to think about it for a second, but she came to the conclusion soon enough that she wasn't actually on a delivery, and there were no pizzas. "What am I…? Oh! The show! Right! …I think I still need to get there in the next five minutes or they're gonna be upset with me."
"Woah…it's a lot prettier than I thought it would be!" Elize jumped in fright when she heard the tone of another voice, and she looked over to see a blue motorcycle pulled up right next to her. The motorcycle had a license plate that read "3V," the shortest of all the license plates yet. The driver that was seated up in the seat smiled off into the night with her left eye, the only one of the two blue beauties that was able to stay open. For the most part, the right half of her face had been burnt and scarred, her eye being forced shut and parts of her hair missing. Still, the burns couldn't bog down the natural beauty of her well fitted form, practically an hourglass type body with more muscle in the center. Her blonde hair was a bit brighter than Eliza's, and definitely more shaggy, as it billowed through the wind behind her. The parts of her skin that weren't burnt were a lightly tanned color, though she also has some noticeable prosthesis– both of her arms taking on a metallic appearance.
"Hu? Oh, you look so tired…we should definitely go out partying when we park! You know, get a little booze in the system, it'll bring the life right back to ya!" 3V laughed obnoxiously and proudly as she left Eliza behind her, speeding on ahead. She had chosen to wear a dark green beanie, covering up most of the patchy parts of her hair, a blue hoodie that had the sleeves cut off, black sweatpants, and green sneakers. Out of the pocket of her pants, there seemed to be a picture that was clung to a lanyard, but it was hard to tell what was pictured in it. Before long, another motorcycle pulled up alongside her, this one being a mix of light blue, gold, and silver, and overall having a much more futuristic appearance. The license plate read "ELWARD," and the bike had almost immediately caught 3V's attention. "Oh, more friends? Bitchin'!"
"I'm loving the hat!" The boy on the futuristic motorcycle shouted back to the girl, grinning as wide as he could. From the looks of things, he had somewhat of a similar situation to 3V, as his left eye had a black eye patch over it, with some noticeable burn scarring poking out from underneath it. The redness of the scar clashed against both the drastically pale skin that he had and the platinum blond hair that had been pulled back into a long braid. His one eye that was visible had more of a red coloring to it, giving him a more unique appearance as a whole, but the most noticeable thing were the metal devices over where his ears would be. They were pointed in shape and, like the eyepatch, had some noticeable scarring poking out from under them. His forearms had golden braces over them, again, that scarring just peeking out under them, but that was it for what some might consider his "imperfections."
"Oh, thanks! It's pretty cozy…keeps the wind off my scalp!" 3V beamed at Elward, who couldn't help but laugh from how outrightly fun she seemed as a person. His attire sort of fit his colorscheme for the bike, having a light blue, button down short sleeve with a white collar. His shorts were the wide-legged kind, being black in color with a golden belt to hold them up. Then finally came his boots, which were black with a white lining under them.
"Yeah, wind feels like razors against the skin sometimes!" Elward lifted up his eye patch to point out his own burn scarring, but almost immediately started screaming from the wind striking it before spiraling out of control, leaving a confused 3V to drive off on her own. The next vehicle to pull up behind them almost looked like a clown car…well, not almost, it legitimately was a clown car. The bright colors made it pop so much that just about anybody could see it. The license plate had the name "ZAYDEN" on it, and within the car, there sat the boy that perfectly matched the outright bizarrity of the car he drove.
"Hm…maybe I should go crash into the side of a building so that guy doesn't feel so bad about spiraling out of control…ah! What am I saying, that's dangerous!" Zayden shook his head, the light from the neon beating down on his caramel-toned skin. His eyes were brown, but that was probably the most normal thing about him, as his black hair had been cut to almost look like a goofy sort of toupee. His outfit left more questions than it gave answers, starting from the bright orange traffic cone on the top of his head, moving down to the potato sack that he was wearing as shirt, continuing on to his blue mini skirt, and ending on his pink ballerina slippers. He was just…confusing. Legitimately nothing made sense about him.
"A-a-ah geez, I don't know how to drive right yet…" Another car pulled up next to him, being the most beat down looking brown car that one could have possibly imagined. It had the license plate "HENRY," and the boy that was driving…well, he didn't look any more well put together than Zayden was. His skin was phenomenally pale, though not quite as bad as Elward's was, and he had light blue eyes to match his bright, blond hair, which had been formed perfectly without any strands sticking out of the ordinary. As far as normal went, that was it…his outfit just plain didn't fit him…at all. For starters, his forest green sweater was probably three sizes too big on his scrawny body, but his brown trousers were maybe two waist sizes too small. The look of a man that was afraid to ask for help with his sizes. His black shoes seemed the most…normal…but there had to be something off. Maybe he had stuffed them with extra socks because they were too big on his feet. Or maybe the opposite, they were too small, and his toes could burst through the front at any given moment.
"Hey, it's okay, man! Just take a deep breath, relax, and focus on the road!" Zayden smiled over at Henry, who winced when he heard somebody else talking to him. The awkward boy did as he said, however, taking a deep breath and starting to focus a bit better before pulling off ahead of Zayden, who smiled delightfully as he watched him turn the next corner. Further up the road, past that very corner, there was a maroon electric car with the name "AMANDA." It was far quieter than all the other vehicles, thanks to the lack of an engine, but still managed to keep the pace of everyone else.
"It's…so bright out here. It's night time, they should be turning more lights off." Amanda had her hands gripping her steering wheel tightly, looking out with a plain expression on her face as she averted her eyes from the lighted signs. She may have been feeling something, but whatever it was, she was certainly good at keeping it under wraps. She was another one with a unique appearance, starting from the maroon coloring of her medium-length, wavy hair and moving down to her porcelain skin with her sharp, red eyes. She tapped her painted red nail against the wheel as a singular, jagged tooth stuck out from her lips. It was as if one of her canines was larger than the rest of her teeth, in the way that it just jutted out.
"It's been…exactly four hours and thirty-seven minutes since I departed to make it here. That means it's also been four hours and thirty-eight minutes since I last checked the brokerage. The boss might find himself upset with me if I don't park soon." She spoke to herself with an analytical tone, as if she was off in her own little world of numbers and graphs. Her outfit fit the business woman vibe that she was giving off, starting at the maroon suit jacket, which had noticeably pointed shoulders on it. She didn't button it up, allowing the world to see her white vest buttoned over her black dress shirt. She had a brighter, red tie around her neck, nary a crease in it, that reached down to her stomach. Her shirt was tucked into black dress pants, held up by a black belt, of course. To finalize the attire, she had chosen to wear maroon, kitten-heeled shoes. "If I'm correct…there may have been an increase or decrease within five cents from the starting point for each of the stocks in question."
"Hey there, love. That hair of yours is awful pretty, but I don't think you got the memo on dressing to party." Of all the vehicles in the competition, only the most striking and noticeable one had pulled up alongside Amanda. The coloring, a gorgeous cerise red, the car, a Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet. The roof was convertible, currently being open all the way to give the driver the full thrill of the night life. Black and gray flame patterns lined the doors, giving more pop to the already stylish car. The pop didn't stop there, no, it had hardly even started. There were her own neon lights illuminating from the car's underside, battling against the city's own neon to try and overcome it. The license plate read "CHERRY," but as did the hood of the car, which had the name etched in black with a deep, red kiss graphic next to it. "Business formal's bound to get all trashed by the end of the night, don't you know?"
"...Should I have maybe worn business casual?" Amanda still had a plain look on her face, though she had wrinkled her nose the slightest bit when she took note of the bright lights coming from the underside of Cherry's car. Cherry was more plump than the string bean that Amanda was, matching her form with a larger bust and waist. She was fairly short, more than a full foot shorter than the predecessor on the road. Her apricot-toned skin was soaking in the neon and the night light, and from the ecstatic look on her face, she seemed to be right at home, if there was a home for such a person. Freckles lined her face, being visible just up to the massive sunglasses she wore with a cerise-red frame. Her earrings were twin cherries dangling from her ear lobes, matching her namesake, and her hair was half red on one side, black on the other side, having a straight cut bang across her entire forehead with the rest of the shoulder-length hair flying behind her. She smiled a bit wider at Amanda, showing her the gap between her teeth. "...You said my hair is pretty?"
"Red's the perfect color for anyone, love. Your wardrobe's got the right color scheme, but it's out of place. Compare and contrast, darling." Cherry tipped her sunglasses down to show her brown eyes staring at Amanda, who was now studying the girl's outfit. It was true that they looked nothing alike as far as that went, with Cherry sporting a cerise red fur coat that puffed out tremendously. From the looks of it, it was probably very comfortable. She had a black spaghetti strap dress that could be seen through the open fur coat, which went all the way down to the middle of her thighs, and black, knee-high boots. Extravagance was the name of the game, and she clearly had won it from the get go. "No bouncer's gonna let you in when they see you in that."
"I…see. Perhaps I should've had better judgment before leaving the office." Amanda tapped at her chin as she thought about Cherry's criticism, looking back over to her with the slightest hint of the smile, but nothing so drastic to convince anyone that she was actually happy.. "Thank you for…your input."
"No need to be so bashful, love. Catch you at the start of the highlife." Cherry snickered as she gave the fuzzy dice hanging by her mirror a flick, watching the white dice with their cherry dots spin around before speeding off. Amanda stuck around where she was for a bit, but after some deliberation, sped up to keep up with Cherry. In place of where the duo once was, another vehicle was picking up its pace to try and catch up to the others that were well ahead of it. It was a small car, not looking to be in any good shape whatsoever, with the black paint chipping off of the sides and being replaced with crumbling rust. The license plate had the name "EDWARD," and the driver within…well, he didn't seem like he was even old enough to be driving a car in the first place.
"Do it for mum…do it for mum…" Edward spoke to himself on repeat as he kept his tired, purple eyes focused on the road ahead. His pale ivory skin looked to be sickly, perhaps just from the lack of sleep, or perhaps from an allergy to pen ink, considering that his exposed forearms had words scribbled down all over them. His hair was frazzled to match his tired appearance, the bulk of it being black in color, though the tips had been dyed a deep red. It puffed out in all sorts of directions, making his head seem even bigger than the rest of his already child-like body.
"You just need to make it through this competition, chap…you'll be back with her soon enough." Edward's face carried no more than a miserable grimace as he spoke and just tried to stay focused, but despite his efforts, it didn't seem to be working. He was getting stuck in his head with how upset he was about whatever it was that he was thinking about his mom. Again, like his physical appearance, his outfit left this feeling of exhausted and frazzled, all starting with his white button down. The sleeves were rolled all the way up to his elbows and while one half was tucked into his wrinkled, purple slacks, the other half was flopping out of them. It came down to his black shoes that were just plain…the laces had been pulled out of them, and they looked to be just tossed on as he was leaving his room. "It'll be a long time, won't it?"
"What's gonna be a long time?" Another vehicle pulled up next to Edward's, this one carrying much more energy and colorfulness to it than his own. It was a cute Mini Cooper that was primarily a minty blue coloring, though the roof of it seemed to be white with rainbow sprinkles all over it. The license plate carried the well-fitting name "MARSHMALLOW" on it, and the driver that was staring back at Edward had a joyful tune to match her car. Edward was, by all means, the shortest contestant, so even with Marshmallow being short, as she was, she was still almost a full foot taller than him. Her body was more of the cutesy type, having glistening, almond-toned skin, a small bust and a thin waist. Her bright, yellow eyes almost took on a cat-like appearance, but not in a feral scowl, but a loving glance that could melt hearts. Her lips even seemed to be curved up in a cat-like smile. Her hair was a bit of a shaggy mess, shaking down to the middle of her neck. Her hair had this interesting look that almost resembled a toasted marshmallow, the roots to the middle being an offwhite with the ends being more of a light brown. And for the final cat-like thing about her…she was wearing a cat ear headband…the ears being brown in color.
"You look so sad! Oh, do you want a popsicle? I've got strawberry, grape, orange, lime, lemon, lemon-lime-" Marshmallow started spiraling off in her own little world, listing off the many flavors of popsicles she had in her stock, and hardly realizing that Edward was long gone by now. Even in her wardrobe choices, she was still adorable, sporting a dark brown jacket that she left unbuttoned to reveal her white tee shirt with a marshmallow graphic underneath. She had black shorts on, with white knee high socks that were tucked into her purple shoes. All in all, she kind of looked like she hadn't really grown out of her childish years. "Oh! Where'd he go? Well, now I gotta find him!"
With Marshmallow now speeding on ahead, the camera swung even further ahead than the rest to reveal the next contestant, who was driving a dark blue pick-up truck…one that had an industrial-sized heater in the back of it. The license plate for this one read the name "BAILEY," and Bailey herself was…well, a bit difficult to really make out from the outfit she was wearing. Her face was hardly exposed, but from what could be seen of it, her skin was pale to the point that she almost looked like she was turning blue. Her eyes were brown, and they jittered around to match the vibe that she was somehow still freezing cold…despite being in the well-heated truck. Her hair could be seen even less than the rest of her, but there were some light blonde tufts sticking out from underneath her dark blue winter hat.
"S-s-so…cold…I-I hope it's warmer when we g-g-get to the meeting point." Bailey's voice had a faint, Finnish accent, as if she had been speaking English long enough to mostly get past the accent. Regardless, it was still noticeable, even with her efforts to hide it. She was incredibly bundled up, having a light blue-dark blue striped scarf wrapped around her neck and covering the bulk of her face. She had on a blue, winter coat, one that seemed to be so poofy and cozy that it obscured what kind of body she had underneath it. Her hands were covered in light brown mittens in an attempt to keep them somewhat warm, but it was pretty clear that wasn't really working. Black snow pants kept her legs as snug as they possibly could, but the snugness only went so far with them. Finally, she had her black winter boots, which had tufts of fur sticking out from the cuffs of them.
"Hm…? Oh…someone is already t-t-there…" Bailey looked ahead at a mostly open parking lot to see that there was a singular car parked, being in the far back corner of the left side. A closer look at the car showed that it was mostly plain, just being a white Mini-SUV, though there was one thing that stuck out about it, the purple neon lights that lined the underside, putting on a flashy display, even though the car was off. The driver was posted right next to his license plate, which had the name "HEATH" on it. Heath was tall, but scrawny like no other contestant before him had been. His skin, like Elward's, was a deathly pale tone, and the darkness of his visible left eye, which was a purple color, and his black hair, which was curly, messy, and just shaking freely, made him look even paler.
"W-we got here too early…people will judge us for getting here too early." Heath whimpered to himself, but he was speaking like he was talking to somebody else, though there was no context as to who that somebody was. He twiddled his thumbs as he awaited the arrival of everyone else, just wanting not to grab any attention by being there first. Regardless, the boy was going to stick out either way, with how bizarrely he had dressed himself. The right half of his face was covered by a white mask, one which had happy purple eyes and a purple smile etched in it with a pink blush on the cheek part. His hair had a purple top hat hiding the parts of it at the top of his head, and he had a purple cape that matched the hat just fine. He sort of looked like a magician, the rest of his attire being a black, button-down shirt, blue jeans, and black, rubber boots. He was just lucky that the show seemed to be full of eccentric people.
"O-oh! They're all getting here now…! They won't all notice me so easily, will they?" Heath popped open the back of his car to retrieve some sort of creepy-looking wooden doll. He stuck his hand into the back of it, propping it up like a puppet, which made it spin its head around in a circle before looking right at him with its beady, black eyes. The puppet was dressed up almost like a butler, suit and all, though it did have a purple top hat on its soft, brown hair. There was a big grin stretched across the puppet's face, and the final, noticeable detail was that the right side was made of a darker kind of wood while the left side was a lighter kind. All in all…it was creepy.
"Oh, I wanna be noticed, though! I wanna say hi to all the people, I wanna, I wanna! You can just watch while I wow them all!" The puppet snickered in its creepy manner, with Heath just slowly nodding back at it. As the two conversed, the remaining vehicles started pulling into the parking lot, some of them taking the rest of the ten spots on the left side where Heath was while the rest took the eleven on the right side, which had just been completely open up to this point. The drivers started getting themselves out of their vehicles one by one, standing by them and looking around, perhaps for Chris, though not really finding him…as he wasn't there.
"Welcome to the nightlife, dreamers!" Chris's voice boomed through the city, shaking up a few of the meeker contestants that weren't expecting such theatrics already. "I see you've all found the meeting spot! Probably means it's a good time to tell you that me and Chef aren't there, haha! Sorry, dudes, but I would be a lame host if I didn't wanna throw you into a challenge right away! That's right…you've got this whole open city before you…and the very first challenge that we've got for you is finding me and Chef! I bet it'll only take you…hm…I dunno…all night!" Chris laughed uproariously through his microphone, with the contestants looking between each other for answers that they weren't sure how to find.
"We do have a couple of things to note before we throw you right into the fray, though…you may have noticed, but all of your vehicles have an intercom on them. You'll be able to speak to the members of your team through the intercom when you're on the vehicle. In the same vein, the vehicles will serve as makeshift confessional booths for you when you all feel the inevitable need to talk smack about the other people! You'll notice that you'll have two buttons on your HUD to match those functions…it doesn't take a genius to figure out which is which." Chris snickered, with some of the contestants glaring up at the nearest speaker.
"Oh yeah, the teams…I mentioned the teams before, right? Well, the teams are simply decided by where you parked! Dreamers on the right side of the parking lot, so…Marshmallow, Morgan, Zayden, Amanda, Cherry, Eli, Garfield, Gwendolyn, Edward, Leo, annnnnnnd Henry! You guys are further gonna be known as Team A-Side!" The bundle of contestants that was grouped around the right side of the parking lot had a coin flash above them, the coin resembling a cyan colored record with the letter "A" in the middle of it.
"Every bloke always knows the A-Side is the only side worth listening to," Cherry smirked as she nudged Leo with her elbow, "Though I'm usually drowned in liquor by the time the party even gets to the B-Side tracks."
"O-oh…I don't know if drinking that heavily is such a good idea, b-but if you're having fun, that's all that matters!" Leo had a shaky smile on his face as he raised his hand to give Cherry a thumbs up, only succeeding in getting her snickering back at him.
"Your coat looks really soft," Amanda brought herself to speak to Cherry, standing about a foot away from her as she aimlessly flipped a coin in her hand, over and over again.
"It's really soft, love. Did ya wanna cop a feel, then?" Cherry stuck her tongue out to taunt Amanda, but the coin flipper just blankly stared at her and continued flipping her coin. The party queen felt a mite awkward from the silence, looking at her with a more serious stare. "...Did you want to feel how soft the coat is or not?"
"No…but it looks really soft." Amanda nodded at Cherry, still flipping that damned coin while her newly announced teammate looked at her confusedly.
"You know, a team needs a good leader, I'm ready and willing to take one for us all and put myself in that position!" Garfield proudly stepped forward, a politician's smile on his face, though he was shoved aside by Morgan.
"Ain't no way, Frosted Tips! I'm the captain of the cheer squad and I'll be the captain of our team, simple as that! I got that leadership experience!" Morgan seemed outrightly proud of herself for taking center stage, disregarding the annoyance of some of her other teammates.
"Oh, please, do we have to fight already? We just got put on the same team…" Zayden groaned, only succeeding in getting both Garfield and Morgan to glare right at him. He smiled at the two of them, but it was clear that neither of the two were having it with him. "Right, right, I'll just keep my thoughts to myself then.
"Yeah, yeah, team dysfunction, always happens every single time, we get it!" Chris interrupted Team A-Side as they conversed among themselves, turning his attention to the other side of the parking lot. "As for you guys that parked on the left: Jhin, 3V, Elward, Bec, Atlas, Eliza, Suzie, Gerald, Giselle, Heath, and Bailey! You guys are, of course, going to have to be Team B-Side!" Around the left side of the lot, the other group of contestants had gathered, a deep blue coin flashing over their heads, this one being a record with the letter "B" in the center.
"B-Side!?" Elward was taken aback by the team name that was given to him and the others, the most offended look he could muster plastered on his face. "I'm not something that should be in the bottom half, I belong at the top!"
"How can you belong at the top when you're so tiny?" 3V drunkenly teased Elward, who now had steam pouring out of his ear devices while he rambled off unintelligible words in an angry fit. The drunk turned to face Heath, smiling at him as she pointed back at Elward. "I like this funny little guy, he's like a cartoon character."
"O-oh…u-uh…cartoons…" Heath looked down awkwardly at his feet while his doll shook his head at him.
"Heath, you gotta talk to the nice lady so you can make friends!" The puppet rattled its jaw, and 3V was just astounded that it could even talk. It reached one of its wooden hands out towards her, grinning its grin that never left its face. "I'm Jean-Paul! My shy buddy is Heath!"
"H-how can you talk?" 3V's jaw dropped in her astonishment, and she grabbed the nearby Jhin to aim her face at the sight. "Lady, are you seeing this toy talking!? It's bizarre!"
"Eh?" Jhin stared at the grinning puppet, watching it do its whole song and dance before licking its face all the way up from its chin, bringing both it and Heath to stare at her in their shared confusion. "Should be all better now! Nothing that some good ol' spit can't patch up!" The lunatic started happily walking away from the other two, dusting her hands off as she did.
"Man, this is gonna be a great team, I can already tell! Who's up for pizza after the challenge, huh!?" Atlas tried to rally everyone together, but they all seemed to be off in their own little worlds. He kept on smiling, nonetheless, and that smile grew even wider when Bec gave him a pat on the back.
"Not to worry, my football playing friend! I know you'll have a handle on everybody soon enough, these things…aye, they just take some time!" Bec's little pep talk was certainly helpful, the type of thing that Atlas expected to do himself.
"Wicki-wicki-yeayuh!" A voice spoke over the view of a stereo system, the voice being a bit obnoxious, but fitting of that high energy radio host type. "What's good, y'all!? Ya don't know me yet, so let me lay it down for ya! I'm DJ Confessional King, though friends just call me C.K.! I'm the guy that picks out which bits get picked for your confessional viewing pleasure! Got a nice little set to start off the season, so sit back and get with it!"
Confessional - Eli
"Eh…being on a team is fine or whatever…just means I don't have to do all the work by myself. You know, unless everybody on my team is absolutely braindead." Eli leaned forward on his bike and rested his elbows up against the handlebars. A soft radio beat played while the red light of his confessional button was lit up "I've dealt with my fair share of braindead idiots in the past, but it looks like the one big jock is on the other team, so no complaints here."
Confessional - Bailey
"I really w-w-wish the heat in this truck could go up a little bit more, but I guess i-i-it's not so horrible." Bailey snuggled herself up tightly in her jacket, using her own arms to give herself a hug, but it just didn't really feel right to her. "I-I-I have a bit of a problem regulating my body temperature the same as everybody else, so I'm really c-c-cold all the time. But I'm not a pushover! M-m-mom told me I shouldn't actually go when I got the invite for the show, b-b-but I just have to show people that I can do great things, too!"
Confessional - Suzie
"Hm…by all accounts…well, there's eleven people on our team, so there should be at least two imposters, right? I know I'm not the imposter, so that really just leaves ten options." Suzie stroked her chin as she leaned back in the comfy chair of her Among Us car. She gave her shoulders a shrug, glancing over at the camera with a grin. "No one has done anything too sus just yet, so I'll have to wait to figure that out!"
Confessional - Cherry
"Partyin's just about the only thing that this lady here gives half a hoot about, get it?" Cherry winked at the camera as she puckered her lips after having touched up on her lipstick. "Don't much care for the simple country life or the sitting on the sidelines…much rather dance center stage 'til I'm tossed out. Even then, I'll go and find the next pub I can get myself into. Point is, this here is the biggest party of them all, and I'm here to own it."
Confessional - Gerald and Allan
"It's pretty great that the show's hosts actually let both me and Allan come instead of making one of us stay home! We've been inseparable for the longest time, so it just wouldn't have been pretty if that wasn't the case. Let's be honest, they definitely would've just taken you if it was only gonna be one of us!" Gerald smiled as he stared at the empty driver's seat of the yacht, soon blushing to himself. "Oh, you are just being such a sweetheart, Allan!"
Confessional - Henry
"H…hi…" Henry awkwardly twiddled his thumbs, not looking directly at the camera for the most part. He finally brought his eyes to look in that direction, practically bugging out the second after and jumping over to the passenger seat, knocking over a rucksack and spilling nails out all over the floor of the car. "Ah! Oh no!"
"Haha, that last guy ain't got any social skills! Hope he doesn't get himself a flat tire with all them nails in there!" C.K. was speaking over the view of the stereo system again, "Ya just got a lil' taste of what we're all about on my late night show, so be expecting plenty more to come! DJ Confessional King, out!"
"Alright, you all know who's on your teams, you know how to talk smack about each other, and you know how to talk smack to each other!" Chris's voice was still booming, just like before, only now people had officially grown tired of hearing his rambling. "I think I made my point pretty clear before when I said we weren't going to be stalling anything, but jumping right into the challenge. And that does mean that somebody is going to get eliminated tonight!"
"Probably some moron that isn't gonna listen to the fucking rules. I'm looking right at you, non-helmet wearing bitch." Gwendolyn glared beams at Eli, who shuddered and tried to avoid her menacing gaze.
"So…if there are no questions, we can just get right into it then!" Chris paused for a moment, but it seemed that everyone understood what was about to happen to them. He snickered into his microphone before continuing on, just as devious-sounding as before, if not even more. "Wonderful! You've got all night to find me and Chef! Hop in your cars and get ready, cause only one team can win the first big night of partying!" His snickering devolved into maniacal laughter, and the contestants started packing themselves back into the cars and hopping onto their motorcycles. They started leaving the lot one by one, the camera panning up towards the moon. That space rock would've been a bright white or silver in any other place, but here, it was something much different. A bright array of neon hues with an effect that looked like a noise meter swirling around it. It seemed to get scratched like a record, with the cackling of Chris, Chef, and C.K. all blending together.
My brain told me I was supposed to work on this for some reason, so here we are. Those of you that are a part of this, I hope I'm doing your characters okay. The bulk of them are my own OCs, as I had mentioned, but I will do my best to entertain each of you with how yours are portrayed. As always, let me know your thoughts about the episode and tell me if you believe there is anything that needs improving.
Cast List:
Amanda Redevon, the Stock Market Mistress
Atlas McCarthy, the World's Big Brother
Bailey Mica, the Frigid Darling
Bec Niles, the Clay Artist
Cherry Bomne, the Party Gal
Edward Hawk, the Miserable Lout
Eli Tanner, the Couch Potato
Eliza Fox, the Tired Delivery Girl
Elward Alchem, the Sly Tinkerer
Dr. Garfield Sal Quatch, the Boy Who Cried Wolf
Gerald Piscurr, Mr. Talks to Himself (and Allan Heiver, the Imaginary? Friend)
Giselle Gingersnap, the Wannabe MILF
Gwendolyn Linelife, the Harsh Doctor
Heath Alghieri, the Puppet Master
Henry Yates, the Socially Awkward Kid
Jhin Katama, the Sporadic Madwoman
Leo Vance, the Babysitter
Marshmallow Fulloff, the Connoisseur of Sweets
Morgan McCarthy, the Spunky Cheerleader
Suzie Venta, the Reference Queen
Verónica Valeria Vance, the Armless Basketball Player
Zayden Morgan, the Walking Target
Team A-Side: Amanda, Cherry, Edward, Eli, Garfield, Gwendolyn, Henry, Leo, Marshmallow, Morgan, Zayden
Team B-Side: Atlas, Bailey, Bec, Eliza, Elward, Gerald and Allan, Giselle, Heath, Jhin, Suzie, 3V
