Doron Jonathon Green- Da Ruff Masterind

"Chris is soo sued"

"So sued" the guy standing next to the first speaker agrees.

"So will that be the end of Total Drama then?" a third guy, who is standing next to the second speaker and is a few years younger than the other two asks.

At his question the other two guys look to each-other and then promptly start laughing.

The second guy, then puts an arm around the third guy's shoulders- he has to angle his body up slightly to do so as three is taller than two. "Kiddo- you have allot to learn"

He then steers him around and guides the two away "Alright let's get moving"

He then nods to one before continuing on his walk. When two leaves one takes one step to the right where two was standing and a female walks up and takes the place one had vacated.

Two, a short muscled guy, named Steve allowed three- a tall lanky kid named Jacob, to shrug him off his person. Steve usually would have liked to use this opportunity to have a fun wrestling session- but now they were at work. Even if they were on some exotic Island- it should really bother him that they he had no clue where he was- but it didn't.

"So kid, this is how it is"

"Do you have to call me kid?- I'm not that much younger than you" Jacob asked slightly irritated.

Steve shrugged his shoulders "think of it as tradition, I was called 'kid' when I first arrived, and you can call the next guy 'kid' five years down the line when I leave and a new person comes along"

Jacob looked at him "How can you be so sure you're leaving in five years"

Steve snorted "Because kid" he grinned when Jacob visibly rippled at being called 'kid' but didn't say anything " five to eight years here is more than enough"

Jacob shrugged "So what now?"

"Now kiddo" Jacob sighed "we prepare" Steve said as he led the two of them through a long windy path, which he now knew by memory. The forest seemed to be getting denser and denser, but as Steve didn't seem to care neither did Jacob- really he didn't….well slightly a little, but as Steve didn't show any signs of panic he decided not to.

"You see Kidling," Steve continues as they bush bash their way to base "Chris is a crazy bastard who makes his money by signing contracts with several thousand loopholes and-us quite possibly even crazier than Chris because we are lawyers that actually chose to work for the crazy bastard have to fix things when the interns that must be absolutely batshit crazy- I mean who would in their right mind jump into shark infested waters with no protection what-so-ever- but we have seen it and as it has happened- there is expectedly a suing opportunity so when an intern jumps into shark infested waters unprotected or other such craziness which I have witnessed in the past and many more you are bound to see- we have to prepare for any such possible suing's- from parents, shareholders, the government, TV producers, and others such of the like- because they could happen in any given moment- we had three in one month- it was horrendous"

"So you see kiddling" Steve gave the now wide-eyed Jacob a friendly slap on the back "we-have-to-prepare" he repeated for the umpteenth time- he really should make that into his motto 'We-have-to-prepare"- maybe a tattoo- he'll think about it later.

He looked to the lad, who looked rather shaken up, he could empathise, he had been there himself "Don't worry Kid-spot, that's why there are nine of us, so when the shit hits the fan- we can be-" Steve sighed- he really needed to come up with a new word.

"Prepared" Jacob finished for Steve.

Steve gave Jacob a grin and slaps him on the back- a little harder than last time "Now the kidling gets it"

Jacob groans.

Steve laughs, before pausing and only just realising where they were.

"Hold up kid-spot"

"Wha-"

"Give me sec" Steve says and Jacob simply nods as he simply stands there, his mind trying to process the new situation he had just found himself in.

Meanwhile, Steve paces back and forth for a bit, he's eyes roving around for something until finally he sees it and his face brightens considerably.

"Ah-ha- kid- here" he grabs Jacob by the arm and pulls him back a few steps.

"Now stand close" he explains "real close" he brings the two closer- they are pressed tightly together "I hope this is close enough otherwise I'm gonna have ta hold ya or something" Steve says as he keeps pressing the now weirded out Jacob into him "Why they didn't build this bigger I have no clue" he grumbles to a confused Jacob, who squirms at feeling of Steve's hot breath touching his skin, but Steve pulls him in.

"Trust me dude, I know it's a bit weird, but can't have you losing a limb can I?"

With that Jacob stays completely still and Steve reaches up and pulls on a vine above them.

Suddenly the disk they were standing on, spins around and the forest becomes an officey room of some sort.

Next to him Steve is grinning "Pretty cool right?"

Jacob nods numbly and Steve unlatches himself from Jacob. He walks of the disk thingy and gestures to the room "Well, this is where all the magic happens"

Jacob takes it in- it wasn't much of a room, fairly plain- though exceptionally bright lighting. In the centre of the room was six wooden desks all pushed together- but as they were on wheels they could be moved to any part of the room- there were several pieces of paper, pens and pen holders, laptops and Ipad's all over the desks, in the corner there was a few patchy comfortable couches and pouffes which were sat together in a circle surrounding a small coffee table, and at one end of the room was a bench with a sink, two microwaves and two coffee machines; and finally on the opposite wall was a large cork board which had several bits of paper pinned to it and which was labelled 'Possible Suings'.

Jacob stared at the board Steve nudged him "Prepared right"

Jacob nodded his head "Right"

"Don't worry Kid-mite, there is always this room- the best room on the premise I reckon" Steve lead him to the room next door.

When he saw it, Jacob couldn't help but grin.

"Yeah" Steve agreed "beauty isn't it?"

It was a gym of sorts- in the centre of the room was a boxing ring, a few punching bags, two treadmills, a ping-pong table, two weight machines, in a corner was a bench with a sink, two juicers on it, a mini fridge under it and a few chairs nearby and across one wall was several dart boards- a few with Chris's face on it.

"Hmmn the beauty of working in a rich company- will miss this room" Steve admits before nodding to the door in the corner "Showers pretty good too- ever need a good hot shower- there is even a massive Jacuzzi bath- pretty cool."

"Well" Steve rubs his hands together "We'll play later, now- we prepare"

And the two of them turned away from the cool gym-type room.

…

Meanwhile, back at the Audition base, Gwen was staring over an interns shoulder at a particular audition being played out on the screen, her lips pursed into a thin line- Chris- should never, ever, never see this.

Audition Video:
The video starts off by showing a young Jamaican man sitting on a couch. He has on a green t-shirt, khaki cargo shorts, green sneakers, & a green, black, red, & yellow Rasta cap. He is smoking a blunt & he starts to cough & hacking hard. There is g*** smoke filling the room.

"Ronnie. You said you were serious about this," says a voice from behind the camera many Total Drama fans recognize.

"Me na care, DJ," retorts Ronnie, "Tey be stoopid bloodclaut fools to not acksept me foh dey program."

"Well do something, a**," DJ responds.

"Weeeell, you're the batty bwoy," Ronnie insults DJ.

"Wat ya say you lickle b*** boombaclaut buggamon?" DJ responds.

"Quiet, cocky dutty chi chi mon," Ronnie continues, "Well, chi chi mon producers for dis Totally Dramatic program-"

"Total Drama," DJ interrupts.

"Drama TV."

"Total Drama."

"Drama Boys."

"Total Drama."

"Same ting."

DJ turns the camera to himself & rolls his eyes. He turns the camera back to Ronnie.

"Naygah, aye will slap ya." Ronnie says.

"Brotha, don't get ye Pum-Pum pants in a bunch," Ronnie continues.

"Aight ye druggist battyhole," DJ retorts, "stop with the fuckery & do the damned thing. Nuh r*** wid mi."

"I'll r*** wid ya if I want," Ronnie snaps back.

"Quiet ye wanga gut weedhead."

"Naygah aye will slap ya."

"Do it den."

Ronnie then walks over behind the camera. A loud smack is heard & then the camera falls over & turns off.

Gwen freezes the footage- the face of the young Jamaican still on the screen .This young chap- was high- on weed. She could just imagine the problems the lawyers would face if this kid got picked for a Total Drama production- related to a popular ex-contestant or not.

Chris and Dorian Shepherd (who played Chef) had all of the loopholes- the contestants have nothing. No- it would not do.

"Turn that off before Chris sees it- he unfortunately will like the kid- it would be no good" she instructs the intern.

Before the intern could even blink an incredibly horrid nasally voice pipes up and Gwen groans.

"What is no good- Gwenie?"

Speak of the devil.

Gwen sighs and shifts her weight so the screen cannot be seen by Chris as she turns to face him- he loves anything Jamaican. Ashleigh the intern in the mean-time sits their awkwardly unsure as to what to do- before shrugging internally and deciding to watch the scene play out before her- she eyes the popcorn machine out of the corner of her eye and makes up her mind as she gets up- it will be quite the show.

"Nothing at-all Chris" she grits out.

"Gwenie, Gwenie, you should know you can't hide anything from me" he saunters over toward her and slings his arm around her shoulder.

She backs herself into the computer as he tries to nose his way around her. She slaps his arm away from her "there is absolutely nothing for you to see"

He looks at her unimpressed "if there is nothing to hide, then, why is; your cute little behind pressed up against the monitor then?"

She huffs "None of your concern"

He grins at her showing his pearly whites "but you see- you trying to hide it from me, makes it my concern- so shove Gwenie"

Gwen doesn't move.

"How about this- you move and I'll treat you to a special night with me"

She snorts.

He sits next to her and breathes into her ear "Very well, I'll stay until you move that rump of yours"

She looks horrified for a second, before recomposing her features and stares him right in the eyes and he stares right back- a small smirk on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes- he knows he has her.

Which she proves by eventually moving, in a loud huff and a good elbow to the ribs and a few sharp steppings on toes, but he doesn't seem to mind as he catches a glimpse of the face on the screen.

"Oh ho- he is brilliant"

"You are only saying that, because he is Jamaican" she scoffs.

"Da be da best kin' of people- man" Chris exclaims in a terrible Jamaican accent, which Gwen winces at, but says nothing- if only because it will give him further power over her.

"We'll he can't be accepted" she retorts rather firmly.

"Oh- and why such a statement"

She grinds her teeth and leans forward to play the audition for Chris. She then straightens back and taps her foot impatiently as Chris watches the audition.

By the end of it he is laughing "Oh we have to accept him on a show"

"We can't Chris- we'd get sued"

"So" Chris shrugs "we get sued all the time"

"The contestants- are- not- covered- by-your- loopholes" she states hoping some sense would be knocked into him, but he just bats at her like he's batting away an insect "relax Gwenie, the lawyers will solve it"

Stuck in the Lawyers base all collective nine lawyers sneeze. They wonder about the oddity of it for a bit and continue their work.

She grinds her teeth, her eyes glaring at him "You can't keep dumping every problem you have on them"

"Isn't that exactly what they are there for?" he teases her, knowing she won't approve of his answer. Gwen was so easy to rile up.

"No- Chris" is her curt, barely held together reply.

"But he is exactly what I need if I'm to do another show with the drab brats you lot dump me with" he almost whines as he then walks to stand beside her and rests his head on her shoulder "plus, you know I won't leave till I get my way" he looks up to her smirking.

"Aaaarg" Gwen screeches releasing all of her pent up anger and stalks away from Chris- he is a brat that always, always gets his way.

"So you'll interview him then?" he says as he prints of the required details.

She nods begrudgingly. "Attah girl" he smirks as he hands her the papers "that's all I wanted"

She huffs, but accepts the papers "You know Michael would never accept him"

Chris shrugs his shoulders "As long as he is being interviewed he has a chance"

"Now go get 'em girl" he leers and smacks her behind before she teleports away.

When Gwen leaves, Chris realises the room is eerily quiet. He turns and notices the interns had sat themselves across two desks, a bowl of pop-corn between them, they were all openly gawking at him.

"What?"

He then shrugs his shoulders at the weird interns when he doesn't get a response, and leaves the room.

...

When she landed Gwen, patted her-self down, straightens out her clothes and her hair, takes a few deep breaths. Maybe- just maybe he won't be home- she hadn't booked the interview after all.

She straightens her spine, pulls her shoulders back- she is Gwendolyn Daugherty, she has met worse than some silly Jamaican boy. With that thought in mind she takes some purposeful strides forwards- before pausing when a few whiffs of weed reach her nose, but she continues on.

Before she reaches the door, however, it swings open revealing the last person she wanted to see.

Doron Jonathon Green

In a green tuxedo.

Gwen pauses to process what she had just seen.

"Dat you lady blue?" Doron speaks in a loud, lazy, Jamaican drawl.

Gwen raises and eyebrow, for a start, she wasn't wearing any blue and with his eyes glazed over, she wasn't sure, she was whom he was referring to.

Suddenly a familiar head pops into view in the doorway.

"Sorry about him" DJ makes his way around his brother, in an old dusty pink frilly apron and a platter of cup-cakes "he has been yammering about a blue lady the last few days, but we can't work it out"

"Cuppa- ca " Doron sways slightly and lands on DJ reaches over his brothers shoulder and grabs a few before stuffing them in his mouth.

DJ looks disapproving at his brother, before turning to Gwen "It is good to see you again, but we didn't get any letter"

"Er- yes" Gwen coughs "It was a rather last minuet decision, hope you don't mind"

DJ looks to his brother, who is still looking for 'da blue la'y' and shrugs.

He tells his brother that the blue lady is indoors and the three head toward the lounge. As Doron eventually sits down (the first time he misses the couch), he licks the tips of his fingers "hmmm cinnamon nice"

Gwen presents her hand to Doron, but he doesn't shake it, instead he seems to be looking for something-his headphones- he dumps them into Gwen's hand.

She looks at them and then Doron "tey 're ahhhll meaning" he instead says. The word 'all' is stretched out in a grizzly rumble.

Understanding that she is meant to put them on, she places them over her ears, a band she recognises Chronixx a reggae band are blasting through the headphones. She likes reggae- not that she'll ever admit it t Chris- he'd have a field day.

However, the music is too loud and she has an interview to do, so she gives them back to Doron.

"My soul" he rumbles out in a loud, deep, harsh voice.

At-least he seems somewhat aware she is there- until he leans back and starts rambling to himself.

She looks to DJ, who shrugs his shoulders helplessly.

"Aaaargh, Aaaaarg, Aaaaaaaaaaargh" Gwen jumps in her seat at Doron's sudden unexpected yells.

DJ shakes his brother "GAAAHN, CAAAT, TEAAAA" Doron suddenly wails, as he pushes his brother aside as he leaps forward, before running wildly and then face-planting on the floor.

DJ gets up from the floor and shakes head at his brother, who curls up on the floor, where they hear soft snoring noises.

"Is he- asleep?" Gwen asks DJ.

DJ nods his head "Yeah, he can crash quickly- real quick"

The two look at the now sleeping lad.

Well, that looks like interview over.

She shakes DJ's hand, makes polite enquiries about his mother, accept a delicious cup-cake and teleports back to base, in full knowledge she can tell Chris she did the interview.

Er- well she'll count it as an interview.

Now to check more candidates.

End

Besides, my rather horrible accents, I hope that was enjoyed.

Info:

Name: Doron Jonathon Green but prefers to be called Ronnie Jay

Age: 18

Description/ Personality: Ronnie Jay is your stereotypical Rastafarian. He loves to smoke weed & he hopes to one day go to Ethiopa because it is Rastafarian Heaven. He is a reggae musician & he constantly listens to Bob Marley music. He is usually high because he smokes too much weed. According to the Rastafarian religion, Rastas smoke weed in order to enhance thinking methods. He smokes weed just to get high. He is extremely paranoid & he has many hallucinations. He is so paranoid that he can't function throughout the day sometimes. He will do some really random stuff when he is high such as fighting a giant bug monster (which is a hallucination), meeting Haile Salassie the First (another hallucination), & falling down repeatedly (this is in real life). People really don't understand him because he takes with a thick Jamaican accent unlike his older brother, DJ aka Devin-Joseph. He can cook really well like his mother & his brother. However, you might not want to eat what he cooks because he sometimes slips weed into the food he cooks. He can not say an "H" in any word because his thick Jamaican accent. You'll see in his audition tape.

Physical Appearance: He has almond shaped brown eyes. He has brown skin. He has long black dreadlocks that are tied up in a Rasta cap. He has a tattoo that goes down his left arm that says "Smoke weed everyday". He has a tattoo on his chest that is a picture of a b***. He has another tattoo on his right forearm that has a blunt on it.

Where do they live: Ottawa, Canada but originally from Kingston, Jamaica

Clothing in Audition Video: He has a green t-shirt with khaki cargo shorts, green sneakers, & a green, black, red, & yellow Rasta cap.

Clothing for Interview: A green tuxedo, green shoes, & his Rasta cap.

How do they talk: He has a thick Jamaican accent & speaks in Jamaican Patois. He sounds angry & frustrated but that is his regular tone in voice.

Anything you think is important (likes, dislikes, family, bio, etc):
Likes- Ethiopia, weed, smoking weed, Rastafarianism, cooking, his Momma, his older brother DJ, Haile Salassie The First, Bob Marley, & Cooking With Momma (Momma's cooking show).

Dislikes- People who says he smokes too much, people talking bad about Rastafarianism, people who bash Jamaicans, & people who don't like weed.

Bio- I'll keep this brief. Ronnie was born in Kingston, Jamaica. When he was 3, his momma, his older brother DJ, & him all moved to Ottawa. His momma eventually became a renown chef in the Ottawa area. She eventually got her own television show called Cooking With Momma. After the TV show started, Momma really didn't like that Ronnie converted to Rastafarianism because he started to smoke so much weed that you could just get high from smelling him. She gradually learned to accept the fact that her son is now a Rasta. However, after she taught him how to cook, he started slip some weed in the food. This led to some legal issues for Momma, DJ, & Ronnie.

Family- Momma (his mother, TV show personality) & DJ aka Devin-Joseph (older brother, TV show personality & former Total Drama contestant)

Hobbies- Smoking weed, being a reggae musician, smoking weed, smoking weed, smoking weed, smoking weed, did I mention smoking weed, & cooking.