Episode 5: Sick Tats
(Coyler's note: Finally starting to get more notice which is good,and also got our first question,which of course I'll look at.
Q: Can you make another with Ezekiel as a main character like World Tour with challenges in the ocean,the main villains an OC of yours and have Bridgette and Ezekiel back together please? And have an M rated story please.
A: Wouldn't worry,Zeke obviously isn't gone forever. As if I'm just gonna throw my favourite character in trash...excluding Despair Academy that is,heh heh. He'll defo come back and get some kinda focus,so he won't just disappear but at this moment in time I've nothing major planned. Something is in the works,but I'm just throwing around concepts. As for an M rated story about...not bible acts,I've actually gotten a few requests to do something like that in the past on fics like Australia Baby. I'm not 100% if I'd be comfortable doing that,but considering I've gotten so many requests in the past MAYBE I'll consider doing it if that's what you guys want. Probably won't ever happen,but if my relevancy is in the dirt then maybe it'll be a last ditch effort,eh?
That was the only question sent in,submitted by Metal Face. Remember to submit any questions about the fic or other fics into their corresponding review parts. And now on with the show. Coyler,out!)
Yawning and stumbling out of bed,Chris was shocked when he saw a camera poking through the window of his bedroom, "Woah! What are you do- ...Um,last time on Total Drama;
Dressing in snappy suits and killing their feet on the stairs,the teams were set with coming up with multimillion dollar business product proposal thingy ideas. All was going swell for the CameraCrew when someone (Noah) decided to play dirty and sabotage them. After Chef and Mr Coyle freaked out over the Dictator's idea working underwater the CameraCrew were the big losers. Right when Rodney was about to be sent packing an incredible twist occurred when Ezekiel decided to pack it in and quit the game. Turns out Bridgette,Ella and Dawn had secretly worked to 'cheer him up' with Bridgette kissing poor Homeschool's virgin lips. The Dictators are now at a disadvantage and currently seem to have some trust issues,but that's what I strive for. Will their disadvantage send the Dictators to elimination? Or will they somehow pull out a win? Find out tonight,on Total! Drama! Take 2!...you happy? Get out of my house camera dudes!"
*inside the bathrooms*
It had been a few hours since Ezekiel had left,and tensions were high as the night was young. Inside the communal bathroom,Tyler was talking to Max while they brushed their teeth and shaved their faces. "I'm telling you guy,Zeke told me himself before taking off. The guys a gerk with a capital g" said Tyler,cleaning up under his chin. Max rolled his eyes, "Do you honestly believe I'm unaware of the situation you numbskull? A particular fan of his attitude I'm not". The door swung open as Noah walked in with a towel over his shoulder. He didn't speak,but merely nodded at the two as he walked into the shower. .Tyler and Max glanced at each other,shaking their heads and finishing their face wash before walking out and returning to their trailers to sleep.
Next morning there wasn't a particular wake up call,however during breakfast Bridgette and Tyler. Bridgette was mindlessly making a picture of Zeke' head with the syrup of her pancakes while Tyler just picked at his food.
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Bridgette (Directing Dictators): *sniffs* I'm not crying that he's gone,not at all...I'm crying because I'm the reason he's gone. *slaps forehead* Why'd I have to get all stupid?
Tyler (Directing Dictators): I'm not trusting Noah one bit now,but I've gotta keep my head screwed on straight for the sake of the team.
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Brick looked over from the CameraCrew table, "Looks to me like those guys are outta spirit. Should mean a win for us should be relatively easy". "Don't put your guard down Soldier,we aren't guaranteed to win" said Eva, "I doubt one of those guys will save one of us from going next time we lose". Rodney agreed, "Still being here was a sign of luck from God,I think". "Pfft,you actually believe in that stuff?" asked Harold. Rodney nodded while Harold scoffed. "When it comes to the super natural there could potentially be signs it exists,but little to no proof God or Jesus do'" he rasped. Rodney frowned, "You don't know that,what about the bible and stuff?". "Could've easily just been some dudes weird fanfiction" said Harold.
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Harold (Captivating CameraCrew): When it comes to Religion I find it somewhat ridiculous...now simping for 'My Hero Acadamia' characters is a different story.
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While Harold and Rodney continued to argue over the existence of a higher power,Noah looked at the team he was going to have to work with. Bridgette and Tyler were still moping,Max was writing down evil phrases and Dawn had her eyes closed drinking tea. "Looks like we're losing today" he muttered to himself. Moments later Chris spoke over the film lot loudspeakers; ATTENTION HUMILIATION FODDER,PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO WAREHOUSE NUMBER 4...PRONTO!
"Well that certainly came outta nowhere,thought for sure today's challenge would've been later in the day" said Noah. As everyone began leaving,Ella noticed Bridgette and Tyler still moping. "Oh,don't be sad. I'm sure everything is going to get better" she soothed. Tyler sighed, "Eh,what's the point?". "Maybe you can avenge Ezekiel by winning the money?" Ella suggested. Tyler's eyes lit up, "Y'know that's a good point!" he exclaimed. Bridgette also realised something, "I'm a genius! If I win and split the money with Zeke he'll HAVE to forgive me!". She stood up, "C'mon guys,let's move".
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Ella (Captivating CameraCrew): Looks like I made them happy,but I hope that doesn't mean they'll try so hard to win that we all get sent home.
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A few minutes later they had all entered Warehouse 4,being met with a peculiar sight. There was a large set built which strongly resembled a tattoo parlour with bleachers built on either side facing the inside of the room. Standing in the centre of the set was Chris. He pointed at the two bleachers,to which the teams sat on either side. "What's the deal with the middle aged rocker get-up?" Eva asked. Chris flashed a grin and flicked the collar of his leather vest, "I figured I'd dress accordingly for the occasion" he chuckled, "Today's challenge will put your art skills to the test. Teams will be tasked with giving themselves stylish tattoos in two rounds. Said tattoos on each member will earn a certain amount of points,leaving the team with the most points winning the day while the losers say 'so long,farewell' to a castmate" Chris explained.
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Eva (Captivating CameraCrew): Finally something interesting! When it comes to the tattoo scene the guys back home call me an expert. *rolls up sleeves and shirt* I got dumbbells,protein powder and Garfield cause...well...I don't like Mondays either.
Dawn (Directing Dictators): Oh my,I hate tattoos! So dirty and rustic,almost archaic if you will. Can't stand the things one bit.
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"Um,I have a question Chris" said Dawn,raising a hand, "What if someone doesn't want to get tattooed?". Chris shook his head, "Simple. You don't get a tattoo,you get no points. Get no points,your team will probably lose since only four outta five are running the challenge. Your team loses,your pixie butt gets an uncomfy back seat in the back of the Lame-O-Sine since you probably cost them the win. You get it?" he asked grinning,after giving a shameful rundown. Dawn bit her lip and frowned, "Loud and clear" she whispered. "Don't worry" said Noah, "It's just some ink,not like it'll kill you". "I'm pretty sure real ones hurt more than the fake stickers you get from capsule machines" snarked Tyler,causing the others to laugh. Noah rolled his eyes, "Hey I can handle real ones,I just don't wanna deal with getting a botched one that can never be fully removed". "That's actually a valid point" Harold pointed out, "While laser burning can remove most visible parts there can normally be a high chance things such as outlines and small details can be left in tact and thus completely unremovable" he explained. "No one cares Harold" Chris snapped, "Now,let's get to creating. To start,all of you take these pieces of paper and sit in the booths behind the set. Draw your first design and submit it into the the ballet box. Once we've got them all,our low budget artists will fire away with the first designs" Chris explained.
DRAWING BOOTHS
Tyler (Directing Dictators): Hmm,one for the right arm. Maybe I should go with something cool like a chopper or big fire?
Brick (Captivating CameraCrew): When it comes to this kinda thing I tend to prefer more nationalistic things rather than personal ideas. Maybe I'll go with the insignia of the Canadian Army,would make sense I think.
Ella (Captivating CameraCrew): There's so many choices. What could I possibly choose? Well I do love music,something related to that could look nice.
Max (Directing Dictators): Ah yes,Dr Doofenshmirtz's head. Perfect.
Harold (Captivating CameraCrew): Everybody knows the wisest thing to consider for tattoos is if they'll people do double takes when walking down the street. Standing out can be good but going with something overly flashy can just be an embarassment no matter the meaning,like when my Granddad Chuck had a Vietnam propaganda poster put on his back. He wasn't allowed to be at beaches while shirtless because it gaves veterans PTSD flashbacks.
TIME'S UP!
"Alright guys,time is up! Drop your drawings into the ballet,but remember to put your names on them" Chris reminded, "Or don't and get saddled with someone else's dumb idea". "Mine's gonna look awesome if done right" said Rodney as he submitted his drawing. "What'd you choose?" Trent asked,looking up at the giant. "I chose a pickaxe that moves up and down when I flex my biceps" said Rodney,rolling up his right sleeve, "What about you?". Trent smiled, "Went with the blimp explosion on Led Zeppelin albums. I love that band,some great tunes". Ella's ears perked up hearing this, "Oh Trent? Did I hear you mention Led Zeppelin?". Trent nodded, "Mhm,you probably did,it's the tattoo I wanna get". Ella's eyes lit up, "Ooh I love their music!" she said excitedly, "Most people think I'm just into theatre,but rock is really good". Trent smiled and gave a thumbs up, "Awesome to hear someone give the band some credit,not many people I know enjoy their stuff" he said,as the two walked off onto the set still talking. Rodney glanced at Brick,who was submitting his design. "Think there's something between those two?" he asked. Brick raised half of his unibrow, "As in something romantic? Not at all. Just some friendly team comradery" he replied. Rodney looked puzzled, "But isn't Trent a guy? Surely it has to mean only one thing - love!" he exclaimed. Brick was the one to now look confused and sighed, "Rodney,you are aware at the fact a man and woman can indeed be friends without it meaning anything more,right?". Rodney gasped, "What? No way,that can't be true! Everyone knows once you lock eyes with a girl it's a love! That's what happened to me throughout my life" he explained, "During my first season I had four whole girlfriends!". Brick looked unethused.
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Brick (Captivating CameraCrew): I hate to be rude but I think just being around Rodney makes me dumber with each passing second.
Rodney (Captivating CameraCrew): Brick is probably just jealous that I know more about girls and stuff then he does. I heard that army guys are homosexuals,so my guess would be he wants to use boy logic over girl logic.
Brick (Captivating CameraCrew): Personally I know a lot about girls,got a sweet honey back home that I love more than life itself. Being honest,the army really isn't as gay as people think. Sure we shower together like prisons but that's it,we don't partake in tomfoolery,it's all very professional.
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"Boy oh boy are some of these lame" Chris sighed sadly as he flicked through the pages, "Oh well,legally I can't give you guys something else since I could risk getting fired. After hearing about the whole cheating scandal in the last challenge Mr Coyle is really cracking down on fairness,even insisted on showing up later to help judge the challenge" he explained. "Great,it'll be wonderful to see him again" Noah said sarcastically. Chris clapped his hands together, "Okay you guys,get your shirts off and take your seats" he said,gesturing towards the leather parlour chairs with the team logos engraved into them. "Can't we just roll up our sleeves?" Bridgette asked, "Not exactly sure I wanna have the cameras all zoomed up in my cleavage" she said,pointing at her chest. "It's purely for safety reasons,since rolled up sleeves could fall down and knock the pens outta place" Chris explained. "Meh,maybe I'll just take the risk" Bridgette sighed. "I wouldn't recommend chancing it" said Harold, "When I was at Tattoo Steve's Tattoo Camp we were shown how bad it could be when bad sleeves ruined the work. Loads of people got cuts and long lines that couldn't be removed easily or cheaply" he explained,as he removed his shirts and sat down in his chair. Bridgette rolled her eyes, "Fine fine,whatever you say Harold. The others removed their shirts or jackets,though luckily some like Tyler and Max were wearing vests to avoid showing their stomachs. Dawn bit her lips looking at the sharp pens,which caught the eye of Max. "Silly girl,don't tell me you are afraid of such tools" he scoffed. Dawn's neck twitched, "U-um,no no,of course not. I'm just a bit hot,that's all".
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Dawn (Directing Dictators): I-I wasn't scared. Honestly I wasn't!
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The artists sat down and began prepping everyone's arms for work. Dawn's one noticed she was sweating profusely with her face a shade of red. "You alright?" He asked. "Uh huh,I promise I'm fine" Dawn gulped. The artist pressed the stencil onto Dawn's arm, "I know a scared gal when I see it. Trust me,it was well scary getting my first tats" he chuckled. "Really?" Dawn asked, "You kept getting them even though they hurt?". The artist shrugged, "You get used to the pain eventually. After a the second time it just sinks into the back of your head". Dawn was intrigued, "It does? Remarkable". "Indeed" the artist laughed, "But it seems you felt no pain on just the first go round". Dawn quirked an eyebrow, "What do you mean?". "Look at your arm" he said. Looking at her arm Dawn could see that to her surprise the tattoo of a crystal ball had already been finished without her even feeling anything. "Did I forget to mention talking can help relax the body and mind to block out the pain?" the artist laughed. He stood and dusted off his hands, "Looks like your all done here for now so I'm going to grab a drink" he smiled,standing up and leaving the warehouse to get a drink in the services tent. Dawn looked in amazement at the design on her arm.
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Dawn (Directing Dictators): I don't mean to sound like a hypocrite,but this all came out so much better than I thought it was. I'm not sure what I was even scared of,hehe.
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Chris sat on the bleachers and looked at the camera, "Expert art is being created as we speak. Who's coming out on top? And who's gonna regret their choices? Find out after the break!".
COMMERCIAL BREAK
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*images of modded guns appear around the eyes*
"Weapon mods is what you need friends. Be it extra ammo,silencers or grenade expansions,I've got it all. So remember the name - Duncognito's Mod Shack. Where the only inspections I pass are yours.
COMMERCIAL BREAK END
"Welcome back" said Chris, "The tattoo artists have just finished up for the first round and gone for their break,meaning it's time to judge up the first set. We're supposed to be joined by Mr Coyle,but for some reason he hasn't showed up" he said.
*Across the road in the main offices*
A woman knocked on the door of an office, "Mr Coyle,your planner says you have to be at the film lot to help judge a challenge for Total Drama Take 2" she called in. Mr Coyle stirred awake by accidentally falling backwards off of his chair. Grumbling to himself at being awoken he opned the door, "Ah look Becky I'm bleedin' knackered,just send one of the other guys across" he said. "Another 'busy' day?" Becky asked. Mr Coyle shook his head, "Nope,normally I'd be whacking one out but I can't cause of my mancode. Swear down whoever invented No Nut November deserves a lifetime sentence in the gulags,it's fuckin killing me" he explained,sitting back in his chair that he had pulled up. Becky rolled her eyes, "It isn't that big of a deal" she muttered. "Right don't care,didn't ask plus you're a woman" Mr Coyle pouted, "Now get someone over to that set post-haste or may just have to fire your pregnant ass" he ordered. Becky gave a sarcastic salute and a "yes sir" before closing the door behind her as she left. "Man,fucking Canadians. I wouldn't have to deal with this shite back home" Mr Coyle muttered as he switched on his television.
*Back at the studio*
"Anywho,let's take a look at the free labour of these random dudes we picked off the street" Chris laughed as Chef and himself walked to either side to judge. Chris stood in front of Tyler, "All right dude,show me what you got" he said. Tyler nodded and showed Chris the attack helicopter he had gotten. Chris scratched his chin, "Looks cool,but a tad on the basic side". "But it looks so rad" said Tyler. Chris nodded, "It does look rad to be fair. I'll give it a 5 outta 10". "I'll take that" Tyler shrugged. Chris then moved to Max. "BEHOLD! I have sculpted the head of THE Dr Heinz Doofenshmirtz!" Max announced,revealing the triangle headed scientist. Chris laughed, "Dude! I love Phineas and Ferb! Giving 8 points right away,would've been 10 if there was a bit more detail" he said,giving Max a fist bump.
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Max (Directing Dictators): Never knew Chris was a Phineas and Ferb Enjoyer. Quite delightful to say the least.
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Looking through the others Chris was somewhat impressed by Dawn's crystal ball and Bridgette's dolphin with waves,however he was annoyed with how boring and basic Noah's book was which only got the bookworm a mere 3 points. Over on the CameraCrew side though things were going much smoothly. They were quite surprised with how laid back Chef was at giving them fairly high scores. Ella had managed a 10 and Trent with 8 for their respective Queen and Led Zeppelin logos,Brick got some honour points from Chef since his tattoo of the Canadian Army logo gave Chef some flashbacks which earned him a 7. Harold's was odd,being a stone mask wrapped in purple vines which he claimed was a JoJo reference. The lowest scores went to Eva and Rodney who were super basic with a flame and a pickaxe. Chris stood at the front and looked at everyone, "Some interesting designs all round,some certainly better than others" he said while looking at Noah who had his arms folded. "The second round should be more interesting,as you'll be allowed to place your tattoo anywhere you choose" said Chris, "I'm gonna head to the bathroom real quick,so you dudes and dudettes can start drawing up your designs. If one isn't finished by the time I get back somebody is getting a dick on their face" he said,turning on his heels and walking out. "um...what'd he say?" Rodney asked.
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Chris McLean: Just for the record - I Chris McLean would NEVERRRRR consider putting my exclusive host penis on anyone's face unless it was for either a drunken dare at a house party or somebody shelled out some big bucks for it to be done in a tool shed.
Trent (Captivating CameraCrew): Pretty cool how nice Chef was,wasn't expecting him to be a fan of Led Zeppelin too.
Noah (Directing Dictators): Least I know one thing to use the money for when I win. Hopefully it isn't too big of a dent to get this thing removed.
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After finishing in the bathroom,Chris walked out whistling and noticed a young man walking through the film lot gates. "WOAH WOAH WOAH!" Chris yelled as he marched over to the startled man, "This area is private owned property for a reality show,we aren't open for paid tours...yet". The man scratched his neck, "I'm sorry but isn't this the Total Drama set? I got sent over from the head offices to help host a challenge on Mr Coyle's orders" he explained, "I have a note and everything". Chris took the paper from him an examined the note;
Yo Chris,know I was meant to help judge a challenge like last time but I was in a meeting. Definitely wasn't crying myself to sleep over the loss of porn for the entirety of November. If you managed to read this letter I had a guy sent over to do my job of doing your job for you,meaning you can treat him how you wouldn't treat me which is code word for act like a huge prick.
Don't fuck it up
- Mr Coyle.
Chris looked the man up and down and shrugged, "Bossman's orders I guess. Follow me to warehouse number 4 so we can get started. The contestants are coming up with their second set of tattoo ideas" he said,waving his hand to follow him. "By the way,mind if I get your name?" Chris asked him, "It'll be easier for coming up with humiliating nicknames". The man rolled his eyes, "Bartlett. Elias Bartlett is my name sir" he replied. Chris began to laugh, "Nope nope nope,Elias is no longer your name. For the rest of the day you shall be called Bart,as a tribute to that funny guy from the Simpsons" he chuckled. "But I-" Elias began. "You're officially Bart dude,zip it and move it!" Chris yelled.
Upon reaching the warehouse the two were surprised to see the artists were already at work. Dawn was chatting away to keep her mind off hers while the others were either not reacting or chatting to those next to them,though Eva and Brick had somehow managed to fall asleep while the ink pens buzzed away. Some of the art seemed fantastic,with some of the highlights being Harold getting The Matrix of Leadership on his chest,Eva getting the Olympics logo on her arm,Rodney's combine harvester on his back and Max getting the Devil May Cry logo on his left arm. Chef was sitting down and talking with Trent who had finished his back motorcycle. "Yo Chef! We got someone to cover your shift,you got the rest of the day off!" Chris called over. Chef nodded and gave a thumbs up, "Sorry boy,Looks like I don't need to be here for the rest of the day no more" he said,giving Trent a handshake. "Enjoy your day man,nice talkin" said Trent,giving a friendly smile. As soon as Chef left,Chris and Elias sat on the bleachers making small talk (which ended up being Chris boasting about himself for 20 minutes). At last everyone was finished with their completed designs,with Chris taking the CameraCrew while Elias judged the Dictators.
Rubbing his hands together Elias stood in front of Tyler. "All right,what've you got bro?" he asked. Rolling up his sleeve Tyler revealed two frozen icy hockey sticks, "Pretty sweet,right guy?" he asked. Elias nodded, "You bet it is,easily worth a good 6 points". Elias next looked at Max's game logo. "Aw nice,I love DMC! Definitely 8 point worthy!" Elias exclaimed,giving Max a high five. "You my friend have excellent tastes!" Max replied.
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Max (Directing Dictators): My my,who knew there was so many cultured individuals here today?
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"Ooh nice,love the sword man" said Elias. "Thanks,it's Jon Snow's sword from Game of Thrones" said Noah. Elias looked puzzled, "Game of Thrones? Dunno what that is but it sounds like a furniture show. Anyway,I'll give ya 8 points,looks real cool". He stepped over to Dawn,who had a tattoo of the planet. He scratched his chin, "Not bad,not bad,but a bit basic. Worth a whole 4 points" he said before walking over to Bridgette before Dawn could even say a word. "Ah now this is neat,the orange surfboard looks great next to the swirling blue waves" Elias complimented, "Let's see,I think 7 points is more than generous enough" he said. Bridgette smiled and titled her head, "Thanks,glad you like it" she smiled giving Elias some finger guns.
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Noah (Directing Dictators): Ugh,was that guy serious? Game of Thrones is a deep and complex show,every season is good if you don't acknowledge the existence of Season 8.
Dawn (Directing Dictators): *admiring both her arms* Wow,these tattoos are really starting to grow on me. They match my style and personal aura perfectly.
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As Elias was judging one teams art,Chris was taking a peak at the other teams work. "Hmm,looks cool but a bit boring,5 points" said Chris,brushing over Eva's Olympic rings. "Better than Eva's,a lot more colour and detail" said Chris,analyzing Ella's Disney Castle. "Thank you Chris" Ella said sweetly. "No problem,altogether I'm rating it a 6 outta 10". Next Chris looked at Brick's,being very impressed with the blacks and grays. "That is an AWESOME tat man,would easily net you some street cred" Chris added, "Honestly that's worth 9 points,almost perfect. Some more details and it would've nailed 10 points". Brick gave a salute, "Much appreciated sir,happy to have piqued your interest". Moving onto Harold,Chris was once again impressed. "A rocking Matrix,I used to love Transformers as a little kid" Chris commented, "Had toys of the Autobots and Decepitcons,always enjoyed playing with while watching the show". "Truly G1 was the greatest of them all" Harold agreed. "Amen my man" said Chris as he fist bumped the nerd, "Gotta give this a clean 9 points". "Sweet" Harold cheered. Chris next moved to Rodney,but was greeted by both Rodney and Trent's back vehicle tattoos,a combine harvester on Rodney's back and a motorcycle on Trent's. Taken aback by this he could only laugh, "Not exactly sure what to say,what you see is what you guess" he chuckled, "I'll give 6 to the farm machine and 8 to the Son of Anarchy over here". Trent and Rodney both gave a "woo" and high fived each other.
With the judging over,Elias told Chris the points that he had assigned to the Directing Dictators while Chris jotted everything down on a notepad and added up all the points together. All of the castmates sat in their chairs as Chris stood at the front of the set. After a few minutes all the points were added up as Chris turned around to face them. "Today was quite rad,let's be honest. Some awesome art all round,though some were better than others" said Chris, "After doing the maths and putting everything in the right places,it seems that the Captivating CameraCrew have won 43 to 33" he announced. The CameraCrew all cheered and exchanged multiple high fives while the Dictators sighed saddly in defeat. "Yes yes,congrats CameraCrew" said Chris dryly, "Dictators,congrats at the loss. I'll see you all later tonight,one of you is going for a drive in which you don't come back" he laughed as the Dictators glanced at each other nervously.
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Eva (Captivating CameraCrew): God dam,how did I get one of the lowest overall scores of the team?!
Rodney (Captivating CameraCrew): Dunno bout any of you people watching,but these could easily bring in loads of pretty ladies *points at tattoos*
Tyler (Directing Dictators): Aw man,tough break. I thought my stuff was real good,guess my bad drawing skills were to blame this time round.
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*inside the services tent*
Tyler and Max were sitting inside the service tent eating their dinner. "Think it's time to boot Noah?" Tyler asked. Max nodded, "Absolutely,it is crucial we follow on your information from last night and send him home before he manages to get us" he explained. Tyler tapped his forehead, "Does this mean we're an alliance?" he asked. "I suppose it does,teammate" said Max,extending a hand. Tyler firmly took it and gave it a shake. "Let's hope we both make it out tonight guy" said Tyler. "Indeed" added Max.
*bonfire pit*
Dawn and Bridgette were sitting on the benches outside the cast trailers staring out at the sea and chatting,when Noah emerged from the guys trailer. He walked over and sat down on the opposite bench and looked at them. "Afternoon ladies,wonder if I could get a moment of your time?" he asked. "Um,sure Noah. What's up?" Bridgette replied. Noah looked around and then leaned forward, "I need you to help me vote out Tyler he whispered. Dawn seemed shocked, "Tyler? But he's our captain". Noah shook his head, "Sure he's team captain,but he's also bad news" he said, "I overheard him talking with Max last night,they've got a plan to pick us off one by one,and Bridgette is the first to go" he explained. Bridgette was shocked, "He said that? But me and Tyler and friends". Noah put on a sad face, "He said he wants to kick us all off to win the money to split with Ezekiel and no one else so he can keep being best friends with him". "W-what?" Bridgette stammered, "But I need to win and give Zeke the money to make up with him for everything I did to him" she whispered. Noah stood up, "Trust me,I know what I heard. He said you go first,then Dawn and lastly me. Sure Max is with him,but Tyler is the strongest player on our team,he'd easily mop the floor with us" Noah explained. Dawn and Bridgette glanced at each other,unsure of what to do. "I'll leave you two to decide on what to do. I trust you'll make the right choice" Noah said slyly as he walked off,leaving an uncertain pair of girls behind.
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Bridgette (Directing Dictators): God almighty this is a toughie. I love hanging out with Tyler...uh in a PLATONIC way obviously. I don't wanna kick him out,but if he could mess up my 'Zeke patch up plan' he might hafta go.
Dawn (Directing Dictators): Noah said Tyler is stronger,and physically he is. But Max is mentally stronger,so choosing who to kick is quite tricky.
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*Award Stage - Gilded Chris Ceremony*
"Ooh! Tension-y" Chris giggled on top of the stage as the Dictators sat on the bleachers, "5 of you sit but only 4 will stay,so cast your votes! But remember,no peaking or it's a big 'ol disqualification for you!". Everyone cast their votes,with Elias bringing up a piece of paper containing the results,along with the plate of Gilded Chris Awards. "Why thank you Elias" said Chris, "Now fuck off,we don't need you no more" he said harshly. Elias rolled his eyes, "Pfft,whatever I'm outta here" he said,jumping off the stage and walking out of the film lot. Chris turned back to the contestants, "You've cast your votes,but who gets to stay? Time to find out! But don't forget,once you are eliminated you can't come back...EVER!" he said ominously, "The following players are safe:
Max,
Bridgette
and Dawn" said Chris,tossing out the Gilded Chris Awards. Noah and Tyler were sitting next to and glaring at each other. "I'm sensing some real hate between you guys" chuckled Chris, "Tyler and Noah,here we have the final Gilded Chris of the evening. Whoever does not receive it must head straight for the Carpet of Shame,climb inside the not road legal Lame-O-Sine and book it outta here for good!" he chortled, "Tonight,the final Gilded Chris goes to...
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Noah! Heads up dude!" Chris announcedas he tossed Noah the final statue. Tyler and Max both gasped,Tyler especially looking crushed. "You gotta be kidding me!" Tyler spat, "You kicked out your strongest man for bean-pole over here?". "Sorry Tyler,but we know what you were planning" said Bridgette. "You'll get that statue next time" Noah said sarcastically,which earned him a high power punch to the gut from Tyler. While he was enjoying this,Chris knew he had to wrap things up quickly, "Normally people just leave Tyler,pick up the pace so I can clock out" he said,tapping his watch. Tyler sighed and stood up,beginning to walk away. He looked back to see a sad faced Max and an uncertain pair in Bridgette and Dawn. While Noah smirked with triumph. "Yo Max! Carry the team to victory and avenge me in my memory!" he called out to Max. Max said not a word,but gave a frown/smile nod,thumping his chest with a fist,which Tyler reciprocated. He finally climbed into the Lame-O-Sine and rode off into the night,never to return to the film lot.
CONFESSIONAL START
Noah (Directing Dictators): *bites Gilded Chris chocolate* Heh heh,sorry Tyler,maybe next time.
Bridgette (Directing Dictators): I know Noah said all that stuff about Tyler and my gut said to vote for him...so why does my mind say that Noah was lying?
Dawn (Directing Dictators): We may have lost our strongest teammate,but I think as long as we work together someone else will step up in Tyler's absense,right?
Max (Directing Dictators): If you are watching this Tyler,have no fear. I shall avenge and take your place as the true leader! Mark my words,your sacrifice will not be in vain!...I hope.
CONFESSIONAL END
"Woah,who saw that coming?" Chris asked the camera, "I'll tell you one thing,I certainly didn't even though I'm the host of the show" he said sounding somewhat astonished, "Will the Dictators break their losing streak or will they hit a third loss in a row? What dastardly plots will Noah hatch? And why did nobody tell me they changed the Gilded Chris chocolate from Belgium chocolate to British chocolate? Some of these questions might get answered,so stick around next time for more Total! Drama! Take 2!" he announced.
(Coyler's note: So at the time I'm writing this,I'm actually meant to be focusing on Total Despair Academy but I finally got the challenge idea and rolled with it while I could. Sorry this wasn't a gameshow challenge like I promised,I'll be reworking the idea for a later episode. Also sorry to Tyler fans,the dude fought hard but ultimately fell victim to Noah's dastardly deeds. I'm not exactly sure what the next upload will be,turns out tryna write Chapter 4 Part 1 of TD Academy is kinda tricky,heh heh. I'll get crackin on Episode 6 of this when I got some time to kill,so remember to follow and favourite to know when it eventually gets released. For now that's it for me,don't forget to follow,favourite and submit questions. Coyler,out!)