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A faraway shot of Kichi Island appeared. As usual, Chris started it up. "Last time on Total Drama Legends. The boys and girls each had a shot to show their stuff in their individual challenges. The guys fought in a race for the flags, and after some leading to a surprise upset by the Shark Cowboys. Like wow that was surprising! The gals competed in roller derby and, as instructed, beat the crap out of each other. Dawn sealed their victory, leading to a tiebreaker between the two teams. The competitors all tried their best, but after a sudden appearance by the newly feral Sierra, the Cowboys won. Even more interestingly though, Duncan showed a new side to him that no one expected. He would've been eliminated had I not changed the elimination and sent Cody on his way, and Sierra out of our hair."
Chris was now sitting in a bus next to Chef, who was driving. "I know most of his fans are mad and I don't blame them. But it was far easier than getting Chef to do it." Chef rolled his eyes. "We're changing things up once more. We're bringing new challenges, new stakes and plenty of action." He chuckled. "Stick around for an all new episode of...Total...Drama...L...egends!"
All of the competitors were in a coach bus. The Bobcats sat on the left side of the seats, and the Cowboys sat on the right. Some seats were turned around so others could talk with one another. Gwen, Courtney, Sanders and Macarthur had done just this.
"...And that's when the producers decided they were getting tired of his underdog story and paired him against the toughest and biggest villain. He didn't stand a chance and the producers knew it. They didn't even bring him in for All-Stars…"
Macarthur had spent the last 30 minutes ranting about how Cody had been robbed in every season he was in. First it was his injury in season 1, then it was not taking part of season 2 and, as previously mentioned, dropping the ball in season 3 and not coming back for All-Stars. Gwen and Courtney looked like they were about to fall asleep. While Sanders, who was sitting next to her partner, had a look on her face that said 'heard this before.' (Macarthur was still talking, by the way.)
"...And that's why this show doesn't appreciate underdogs and anyone that doesn't fit their criteria." The Cadet finally finished.
Gwen sighed. "Thank you, Macarthur," she said, exasperated "But, if you don't mind, I think we should really change the subject. I don't think I can handle another conspiracy."
"Not my fault you can't handle the truth." Macarthur retorted
Gwen was about to respond again, but Courtney chimed in. "If there's one thing we should talk about..." She suddenly turned her head, with a suspicious look on her face, at Sanders "...it's your little interaction with a green haired criminal."
Sanders went wide eyed. "W-What are you talking about? I haven't done anything with Duncan."
"I don't recall a name ever being mentioned." Macarthur butt in, as if it were an interrogation.
Sanders annoyingly looked at her. "He's the only one here with green hair. And besides, whose side are you on?"
"Regardless," Courtney cut off "Duncan's game has been severely thrown off, and I think it all centers around you. All I'm saying is that I hope it doesn't affect how you play."
Sanders gulped. She knew she wasn't in control of what Duncan was doing, but she needed to do something about herself, otherwise her team might not trust her anymore.
Noah and Owen were sitting next to each other near the back of the bus. Noah was staring at the seat in front of him. That seat had a sleeping Jasmine in it. She was snoring away by herself, with her head leaning against the window.
Noah grinned. "Alright. The first plan didn't work, time for plan B."
Owen stared blankly forward. Noah turned his gaze towards him. Owen didn't notice the Brainiac now glaring at him. After a few more seconds, Owen finally turned to see his little buddy looking at him. He quickly realized.
"Oh...what's plan B?" he asked
Noah smirked, looking back at the sleeping Aussie. "I'm not sure yet. But if I can make her look like an absolute fool, I can both shatter her confidence and humiliate her in front of the entire team." He put his hands together, like a movie villain.
Owen wasn't sure. "But...why would we do that? Why do we need to humiliate her?"
Noah suddenly turned his head back at O wen, looking stern. "Because she humiliated me when she shoved me into that catapult and sent me flying. I am way too smart to be a laughing stock. She. Will. Pay!"
Owen was surprised by the change in Noah's tone. Owen did agree that it was kinda rude to shove Noah in the catapult, but...what Noah was doing didn't feel right. But he had no clue how to tell him that.
On the other side of the seats sat Duncan. And across from him sat Dawn and Zoey, the latter of whom was quietly meditating.
"So can we talk about the whole...saving the other team's players thing?" Zoey asked
Duncan crossed his arms, and turned away. "I don't get what there's to talk about. What I did didn't mean anything, aside from trying to find that stupid flag."
Zoey shook her hands. "No, no, no, no. Honestly, it was a nice thing. I think if Gwen saw what you did, she might remember that you're a nice person."
Duncan scoffed. "First off, everyone saw what I did. Second, like I said, all I was doing was trying to find that flag."
Zoey leaned back in her chair and smirked. "Right…." She said, smugly.
Duncan realized what she meant and pointed at her. "Get it out of your head. Besides the only way for Gwen to notice me doing something nice, is to do something nice...to her."
Zoey kept smirking, clearly having fun with this. "Are you sure Gwen is the one we're still trying to impress?"
Duncan looked at Zoey, trying to hold back his rage. He moved face to face with her. "Listen. I gave you something to do. You said you'd help me. And you're going to help me with this one thing. Nothing else. I made it crystal clear that we're trying to-"
"May I interject?"
Duncan looked to his side and nearly had a heart attack. Dawn suddenly appeared three inches from Duncan's face. He flew back into his chair, clutching his chest and breathing heavily."
"What's really bothering you is-" Dawn didn't get a chance to finish.
"I don't care what you think I should do! I know what I need to do. Get away from you, you weird, freaky...thing. And stay out of my head."
With that, the Ex-con walked away towards the end of the bus. Zoey and Dawn looked at eachother, baffled by what just happened.
Confessional (Bus) (Duncan): He was clutching his head, like he was having an anyerism. "I...never thought I would say this but...I'm actually starting to miss Harold. Maybe even Izzy a little."
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Jo clasped her finger together, while in her seat. She seemed to be staring out into nothing. Alejandro and Scott, who were sitting across from her, looked at the Jockette. Amy was sitting next to Jo. Alejandro looked noticeably nervous, while Scott just looked bored.
"Last night," Jo said, coldly "Chris said only three people voted for Heather, and last I checked, there were four people who were supposed to vote for that black haired dumpster fire." Her eyes darted to Amy, then to Alejandro and Scott. "So my question is," she raised her voice. "Which one of you didn't vote with the rest of us?"
Scott and Alejandro looked at each other, while Amy eyed both of them.
"I can tell you it wasn't me," Scott finally said.
"And why should we believe you?" Alejandro said, suspiciously. Maybe a little suspiciously.
Scott leaned back in his seat. "If I wanted to turn on any of you, I wouldn't do it now, it's too early."
Alejandro raised an eyebrow. "So are you saying you'll betray us at some point."
Scott cackled and grinned, mischievously. Alejandro was slightly caught off guard by this.
"I know Scott well enough," Jo interjected "He's right. It's too early." Scott gave a thumbs up. Then Jo turned her gaze towards the Latino.
"You, on the other hand." Alejandro became noticeably nervous. "You, I don't trust."
"Wha- me?" Alejandro said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I have a feeling you do. You and Heather have a complicated relationship. But even I can tell you two still have feelings for each other. How do I know you weren't the one who didn't vote for her?"
"And it definitely wasn't me." Amy butted in. No one seemed to notice or care.
"I-I...Chris probably wanted to make it more dramatic by making us think Duncan was going home. You know how he likes to mess with us." Alejandro panicked as he spoke.
Jo eyed him for a few moments. Alejandro wasn't sure if the Jockette believed him. Then, Jo eased up and whispered. "If I find out it was you. You. Are. Done."
Alejandro gulped, but sighed in relief.
Confessional (Bus) (Scott): "It's so obvious he's lying. But I don't really care. If Alejandro wants to dig his own grave, I say let him."
Confessional (Bus) (Alejandro): "Ok I admit it. I didn't vote for Heather. We have these phases where we keep hating each other." He paused. "And right now, I...am not in that phase."
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Chris walked out from a curtain and faced the competitors. "Attention everyone!" He called.
The competitors from both teams turned their heads to the host. Alejandro was just exiting the confessional/bathroom. He stopped mid walk and looked at Chris.
"We have entered the next stage of the competition. We've been on a plane, we went back to camp, which can only mean..." Chef hit the brakes of the bus and it stopped. Chris stepped to the side and pointed to the aisle way leading to the door. The competitors got up and walked out of the bus.
They eyed their new surroundings as Chris stepped in front of them.
"Welcome back to...Total...Drama...Action!"
The competitors stood in front of several gray warehouses on top of a black asphalt top. Macarthur was noticeably awestruck.
Chef suddenly appeared in a golf cart, with a coach carrying it from behind.
"Get on or get left behind!" He called aggressively.
Soon every competitor was sitting in a chair of the coach. Chris started his tour. "As most of you already know, this used to be a movie set, which has since been abandoned" He looked around. "Well...more so now, than when it was first abandoned." Chef continued, driving through several movie sets, while Chris continued the tour. "This part of the competition will consist of movie based challenges. So I hope you guys are camera ready for all of this." He chuckled, while most of the competitors rolled their eyes.
They passed a large tented area that looked like a small house. "We've got the craft services tent, where you can eat whatever Chef cooks up."
They passed what looked like a large award ceremony stadium. There were some bleachers and a large podium next to it. There were also two golden statues that looked like Chris McLean. But the one on the left had an arm missing and a spray painted mustache on his face. Meanwhile the one on the right had a section of its head missing. The competitors eyed it in confusion. "And here is the elimination ceremony area. Here is where you will vote out your fellow teammates off the team and out of the game. Now-"
"Uh, Chris?" Zoey spoke up "What happened...to you?" She pointed at the statues.
Chris looked at the golden statues and sighed. "Well this is what happens when you re-abandon a place like this. We're gonna get them repaired, so don't worry."
"Yes." Noah snarked "Because everyone of us was worried about your self-image."
Most of the competitors chuckled at this, except Jasmine, who just rolled her eyes.
"And here is our final stop."
Chef pulled up to two grey trailers. One had an orange awning, while the other had a green one. "This will be where you sleep, chit chat or whatever. And this time, unlike the World Tour and Island sections, you will not be separated by teams." He pointed to the trailer with the orange awning. "That one will be for all the girls." Then he pointed at the green one. "And that's for the guys." He then pointed in a different direction. "And over there is the make up building, also known...as the confessional.
The confessional was less disgusting than the outhouse. It had a rack of costumes in the back, as well as some helmets and hats on a few shelves. In the front was a table, with a scattered mess of makeup tools.
Confessional (Gwen): "This does not bring back good memories for me. First Trent, then my whole team finding out about it and then me being the first one eliminated from my team."
Confessional (Zoey): "I gotta say, these are easily the best confessionals this season. I mean the only other option has been a bathroom, so I guess it's not much of a competition."
Confessional (Macarthur): She is wide eyed, with her mouth in a wide smile. She is absolutely ecstatic to be in the confessional. She squeals in delight.
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"Alright" announced Chris "Before I leave and let you everyone unpack, I need to ask a question." He smirked and paused for dramatic effect. "Does anyone have the Chris McLean invincibility statue?"
There was a long pause. Everyone looked around at each other, trying to see if anyone would say anything or give a clue. Jo's looked around, squinting at everyone. Scott fake coughed, like he was teasing the competitors. He cackled as the competitors shot their heads in his direction.
After a few moments, Chris clapped his hands together.
"Alrighty then, keeping it quiet, I like it." He walked to the golf cart and got on it. "Everyone get your stuff unpacked, choose a bunk mate and meet at the mess hall in an hour. The challenge starts today." And with that, Chef hit the gas and the two drove away.
The guys entered their trailer and realized something. There were only five guys left and it was assumed no one knew how many guys would be left by the time the action portion started because there were eight beds, four on one side and four on the other. There was also a sink and a small lounge area for competitors to eat or just chat.
"So everyone gets a bed to themselves, except for two who have to bunk..." Noah pointed out. He sat in the bed across from him and placed his bag next to it. He reached in his bag and pulled out a book and sat back in his bed. "So, you guys have fun with all that."
Alejandro, Scott, Duncan and Owen all looked at each other with confused looks. Scott grinned maliciously.
"Here Duncan. Since you like helping the other team so much, why don't you bunk with the Cowboy?"
Scott walked off, pulling himself up to one of the top bunks. Alejandro smiled and gave a sarcastic pat on Duncan's back and sat in the bed next to the Farmer boy. Duncan gave an annoyed look at his two teammates, then he turned to Owen. The Fart Machine gave an innocent expression. As annoyed as Duncan was, he knew Owen since Season 1. Out of all the guys left, Duncan hated him the least. The Ex-Con sighed, then pointed a finger in his bunkmate's face. "If you're gonna fart," he then pointed in Alejandro and Scott's direction, "do it in their direction." Without another word, he walked up his bunk and pulled up to the top of it. Owen didn't know how to feel, but was glad Duncan at least accepted him. He walked up to the bottom of the bunk and lay down.
The girls were all unpacking their bags. Samey had just been getting her clothes out her bag, when she felt a finger touch her on the shoulder. She turned around and came face to face with…
Jasmine.
The Aussie was smiling to finally be reunited with her friend. Samey returned the smile and immediately gave Jasmine a hug. The tall Australian was caught off guard by the force of the hug, but returned it nonetheless.
"It's so good to see you again, Jasmine." The twin smiled
"You too, Sammy."
The nice twin finally released her hug and stepped back. Jasmine looked at the other girls and noticed them all staring at the two of them. She frowned, realizing her possible situation. She looked back at Samey.
"Sam, I know you want to talk and so do I, but I think it's more important that we try to focus on the challenges. So I can't really talk to you right now." Samey gave a downcast expression. Jasmine noticed this and gave a sympathetic hand on her friend's shoulder and smiled. Samey looked up, and returned the smile.
"Now that you two have worked your stuff out, we've got bigger issues." The two friends turned to look at Jo. "Chris McCheapskate only left us with eight beds. There's eleven of us here."
The rest of the female competitors looked around. Jo was right. It was a fairly cramped trailer with all of them in it.
"And just where is he expecting the rest of you to sleep?" Heather added. Everyone looked at her. The Diva was noticeably sitting in a top bunk, looking down at them. She already had her bag on the bed too.
Jo rolled her eyes and was about to say something, until…
"You guys aren't thinking like legends." Macarthur jumped down from her bunk and walked towards the end of the trailer where the pull out drawer was.
"What are you doing?" asked Sanders
"Just showing why I'm the wildcard…" Macarthur walked up to where the end drawer was and lifted up the bench. She grinned and pulled out what was inside. "An air mattress! Bada boom!" She plopped it on the floor and rolled it out.
"It looks like it can fit two people." Sanders noted.
"So two people are gonna have to sleep together." Jo added
Macarthur looked up, as she was setting up the mattress. "Oh me and my partner will share the mattress. Not the first time we've done it before."
The rest of the competitors all turned to look at Sanders. The cadet was gobsmacked by what Macarthur just said. She was even more embarrassed when she noticed that all eyes were on her. She pinched her nose in frustration.
"S-she means we've pulled a few all-nighters and had to share a bed. As work partners."
No one said anything, and after a few seconds, headed back to their beds. Sanders looks at her partner, still embarrassed.
"Did you have to phrase it like that?"
Macarthur was blowing air into the mattress, but stopped and looked up. "Like what?"
Sanders just sighed.
Confessional (Sanders): "Don't get me wrong, I'm having fun, but Macarthur has been acting...weirder than usual."
Static
It was later that same day. All the competitors stood in their groups, with Chris standing in between both. He was wearing his usual getup, but with a beret and a red scarf.
"Welcome, competitors to your first challenge in the action stage." Chris announced.
He was standing in front of a fake grass hill. He pointed to the top of it.
"That is where the challenge will happen."
The competitors started walking forward, but Chris held up a hand to stop them.
"But we're gonna do this a little differently. This challenge is all about creating a scene." He walked in front of the competitors like a drill sergeant. "When we act, we need certain things to make our scenes work. We need actors, camera workers, script makers and, of course, the director." He stopped and turned to face the competitors. "So it's up to you to create a scene that will blow us all away." He clapped his hands together. "So, Shark Cowboys and Vengeful Bobcats, I will let you guys decide who will star in your films." He pointed to the Cowboys. "Cowboys, you choose first."
Courtney smirked and was about to take a step forward. "Obviously, that job goes to-"
"I'll do it." Jasmine stepped forward, in front of the CIT.
Courtney looked at her, shocked. "What?!"
Confessional (Jasmine): "After my pitiful performance in the roller derby challenge, I really want to make it up to my team." She paused and thought to herself. "I'll admit I'm not much of an actor, but if it's for the challenge, I'll do my best." She put her fists to her hips and gave a confident nod.
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Most of Jasmine's teammates weren't sure how to feel about Jasmine volunteering, except for Courtney. She was pissed.
Chris turned to the Bobcats. "You guys choose next."
The Vengeful Bobcats looked at one another, unsure of who to pick. Scott turned his attention to Duncan. He surprised the Ex-con by giving him a hard pat on the back.
"So...Duncan. Do you want to redeem yourself to the team?" Duncan didn't respond. "Why don't you volunteer and...try to make us forget what happened last night?" He finished with a devilish smirk.
Duncan looked annoyed at the Farm boy, but sighed. "Fine." He stepped forward. "I'll do it."
Chris clapped his hand together again. "Excellent. But you're gonna need a second person for this scene."
Jo rolled her eyes. "Fine, we'll also pick-"
Chris wagged his finger. "Oh, no no no. I didn't say you'd be getting to pick the second person. The Shark Cowboys will be deciding for you."
The Bobcats went wide eyed at this.
"What?" Heather shrieked. "How is that fair?"
"I figured you'd be mad," Chris said "But I also figured after saving one of you from being eliminated in the last elimination ceremony, I knew this would be fair. I mean...if you don't want to do it, we can always end the challenge here and send one of you home right now."
The Bobcats were annoyed, but didn't say anything.
The Shark Cowboys huddled together. After a few seconds, they separated and faced the other team. Most of them had smirks on their faces.
Courtney started "We pick-"
Macarthur cut her off. "We pick the Queen of Divas herself, Heather!" Macarthur didn't see Courtney looking annoyed at being interrupted.
"Excellent choice." Chris said, turning to the Bobcats. Heather glared at the other team, then to Duncan. Chris went on.
"Bobcats, your scene will be a kids adventure film. You've got the hero, that's you Heather, and the funny sidekick, Duncan." Duncan groaned at the thought of having to do that. "The basic idea is that the two of you are going to start your big adventure. You can have a big heroic speech, a funny joke from the side kick, whatever you want. Well, whatever your teammates pick for you." He turned to the Cowboys and pointed to Jasmine. "Jazz. You will be performing in a one person scene. It will be a war movie, and you are making a big speech about never giving up, or something like that, to your troops." Jasmine grinned at this, while Courtney glared, clearly jealous of not getting the part. Chef walked up, with two buckets. "As for the rest of you, line up. These buckets will determine what your roles will be. We have the script writers, the camera crew and the director." The Vengeful Bobcats went first. The remaining seven competitors reached into the bucket and each pulled out a tile. Alejandro looked at his tile. It had a picture of a camera on it.
"I guess I'm running the camera, then." He said, dully.
"Same here." Amy added
Dawn walked up to the two and held out her tile with a picture of a camera on it.
"I'm working the script, it looks like." Zoey said, holding up a tile with a drawing of paper on it.
Jo and Scott also held up their tiles, showing they had the same.
Jo realized something. "So if we got all our roles then that means the director is…"
She turned. Everyone else did the same.
Samey was holding her tile. It had a megaphone on it. She didn't know how to feel about it, and felt awkward with all the eyes on her. She smiled nervously
Confessional (Samey): "I'm not good with telling people what to do. Unless it's Amy. And if she actually listens to me...which is never."
Static
The Cowboys followed suit with choosing their tiles.
Gwen looked at her tile and then Owen's. "Looks like we're writing the script."
Owen smiled at this. "Awesome." He held up his hand for a high five, which Gwen happily returned. Sanders walked up to them, with her tile.
"Looks like I'm joining you guys." She said. Owen gave a thumbs up, while Gwen smiled.
Courtney was looking at her tile. Macarthur walked up behind her, looked at her tile and put an arm around her teammate's shoulder.
"Oh yeah. You and I are workin' the cameras." She shook the CIT around a little. Maybe a little harder than she meant to. Courtney swayed, trying to keep her composure.
Jasmine smiled at her teammate's. But it turned to shock and realization after a moment. "If they have all their roles, that means…"
"Now you've got it."
The rest of her team turned to see who the director was.
Noah.
He held his megaphone tile, with a smug smirk on his face. Jasmine now didn't feel as confident as she did before.
"This is gonna be fun." The brainiac said, ominously. Jasmine gulped.
Confessional (Jasmine): "Of all the people who could've been in charge of my scene, it had to be that jerk of a weasel." She crossed her arms, annoyed. "He's gonna try to ruin it for me, I just know it."
Confessional (Owen): "My buddy is smart enough to direct a film. I just hope his whole revenge plot on Jasmine won't let it affect the challenge." He gave a long sigh and gave a fake smile, knowing exactly what was going to happen.
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Chris raised his hand to get everyone's attention. They looked. "The challenge is gonna work like this. The script writers have their ideas set, so it's a matter of what they put into the script. It should only be about a page long." He pointed up. "Currently it's noon. The official scene challenge begins exactly 24 hours from now. In that time, the script writers have to make their script and the actors have to memorize them. From there, it's up for the actors, the director and the camera crew to make a masterpiece...or something close to it, I don't know. So good luck to everyone. Y'all are gonna need it." With that, Chris and Chef left, leaving the competitors to themselves.
"Well," Duncan finally said "If I have to read my lines overnight, I'm gonna take a nap." He put both his hands behind his head and walked away. "Not that I care what any of you think." Most of the competitors glared or rolled their eyes at this.
Heather quickly followed suit, choosing not to say anything. Jo narrowed her eyes on Heather, but then they landed on Dawn, who was standing next to her. The Jockette cast a small smirk.
Owen, Gwen and Sanders were all sitting at the mess hall area, each with a piece of paper and pencil in hand.
"So does anyone have any ideas?" Sanders asked
"What if we used the speech they did in Braveheart?" Owen asked. "You know, like" He cleared his throat. "They may take our fries…" He said the speech in a terrible scottish accent. "But they'll never take our $2.99 all you can eat buffets." He raised a fist in the air for emphasis on the last line. Gwen chuckled, while Sanders groaned.
"That's not the line." she mumbled
"Anyways," Gwen laughed, "I don't think Chris wants us to use lines from already existing movies. He would want us to create our own script." Owen sat down, slightly embarrassed. Gwen looked at her blank piece of paper and started writing
"Chris never specified what war it had to be. Maybe it could be some war in Australia, since Jasmine's the one acting."
Sanders pointed. "That's not a bad idea. And since the war would be made up, we can pretty much do whatever we want."
Owen smirked. "We could make Jasmine lead an army of koalas and kangaroos. That would be awesome." Sanders and Gwen looked up at the Big Guy, with skeptical looks. Owen didn't understand why they were looking at him. "What?"
Sanders sighed and pinched her nose. "That is incredibly offensive towards Australians." She looked at her notes. "I don't think Chris wants to get a complaint about how we did something offensive." She paused. "I am curious what the Bobcats are doing though. Especially with Duncan doing the acting." She said this aloud, which she probably didn't mean to. She looked up and noticed the awkward expression on Gwen's face. Sanders realized what she just said. "Oh...sorry, I didn't mean to bring...him up."
Gwen sighed. "It's alright. I'm over that whole thing. I just hope he gets over it too." There was an awkward silence. Gwen spoke up again. "Let's just focus on the script and not worry about anything else, okay?"
Sanders nodded, and both she and Gwen started throwing out ideas. Owen wasn't concentrating though. He looked at Sanders and thought about what she said and how she mentioned Duncan. Then he remembered the balloon challenge.
On the Vengeful Bobcats side, the mood was a little different. Zoey was throwing out ideas as quickly as she could. She was enthralled by the idea she was given.
Confessional (Zoey): "I didn't have a lot of friends, growing up. But I always had my movies to watch. Pirates. Princesses. Parties. It was so much fun. I watch Pirate Princess 3 religiously." She paused, realizing what she just said. "I-I mean used to...watch them." She gave the camera an awkward look.
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Jo and Scott nodded in agreement at what she was saying, but weren't actually listening to any of her ideas. The Jockette leaned towards Scott and whispered to him.
"I don't trust Alejandro."
Scott snickered. "You didn't give him a nickname this time, this must be serious."
"Shut it, Dirt Boy." She looked back up at Zoey, who hadn't stopped rambling. "I don't think he voted with us last night."
"Oh, he definitely didn't."
Jo raised an eyebrow. "And you didn't say anything about it?"
"I thought it was obvious." Scott argued, a little louder than he meant to.
"Uh, guys?"
Jo and Scott stopped whispering when they realized Zoey was looking at both of them. She had a curious expression. "Do...you have any ideas?"
The two alliance members didn't say anything at first. Finally, Jo spoke.
"Look, Red. I think we've got a good chance of making this with you writing the script."
"Yeah" added Scott "You give off this kid feeling that none of us have."
Zoey smiled, and opened her mouth to say 'thanks' but stopped, not sure if she was just insulted or not.
A few hours had passed by. Gwen, Sanders and Owen were all looking at the piece of paper in Gwen's hand. All three were looking it over.
"I think we got our script." Smiled Gwen
"Yeah" Owen said, high-fiving Sanders
Suddenly the paper was snatched out of the Goth's hand. They all looked up. Noah held the paper and quickly read it over. He gave a few small nods. "Gotta admit. This isn't bad. Not bad at all." He held the paper out for the now annoyed Gwen to take back. "Hopefully, Jasmine won't screw it up."
"She's not going to," snapped Gwen, and she stood up and pointed at him. "I just hope you know what you're doing too."
Noah scoffed. "Of course I know what I'm going to do. I'm not a newbie..." He paused for effect. "...unlike Jasmine."
Gwen glared at the Brainiac, but her thoughts were different. Jasmine hadn't really proved herself in any challenge. She did poorly in the roller derby challenge and was partly responsible for causing their team to lose in the watermelon challenge. Maybe Noah had a point. Speaking of, The Brainiac had turned and started walking away. He knew exactly what Gwen was thinking. The first stages of his plan were in effect. Sanders and Owen looked at each other, unsure how to feel about what happened. Especially Owen.
Duncan had been napping on his bunk. He had been snoring and sleeping peacefully, until a rolled up piece of paper hit in the face. He woke up with a startle. His head darted around. The paper was thrown onto his lap. He turned to see who had done it.
"Our loser teammates finished the script," Heather grumbled "Get off your butt and read it."
Duncan, still surprised by the wake-up call, picked up the paper and looked it over. He looked back at Heather, who was leaving. "Woah, woah, woah." he said, getting down from his bed. "Don't you want to run lines or something?"
Heather stopped and turned to the Ex-Con. Duncan could only read Heather's expression as a mixture of pissed off and complete disinterest. "I'll have my lines memorized, so you better do the same, Cop Lover."
Duncan glared at the Diva as she walked out, he was especially pissed at the 'Cop lover' line.
Confessional (Duncan): "Why does everyone think something's going on between me and that cadet? Nothing is going on." He crossed his arms, and didn't say anything. He just darted his eyes from left to right. He looked back at the camera. "Nothing!"
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Jasmine held the script up to her face, reading it over. Gwen had just given it to her and was waiting for her reaction. The tall Australian put the paper down and smiled.
"Great." She said, excitedly. "I'll have my lines memorized by tomorrow. Promise."
Gwen returned the smile, but it wasn't as confident. She was still thinking about what Noah had said.
"You sure?" she asked
Jasmine gave a confident nod. "I'll prove myself to you guys. I know I haven't had a good track record so far, but that is gonna change."
Gwen was about to say something, but decided not to. Jasmine was too determined to be brought down.
Confessional (Gwen): "I like Jasmine, but she hasn't really stood out in any of the challenges." She sighed, annoyed. "I can't believe I actually listened to Noah."
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It was late at night. Heather was just turning in for the night. She shut her trailer door. Everyone else had already finished for the night. Jasmine had spent the day memorizing her lines, and went to bed confident. Heather had also spent the day, reading her lines. She did so without Duncan, constantly refusing to work with him.
Speaking of, the Ex-Con was the only one who hadn't gone to bed. He was sitting outside both of the trailers, on a picnic table, looking over the piece of paper. He knew his team didn't entirely trust him, so decided to spend some extra time looking over his lines. He was actually starting to get sleepy. He probably would've called it a night but…
"Hello."
Duncan groggily looked up to the voice, and went wide eyed when he saw who it was.
"You, again?" He groaned.
It was Sanders. The cadet walked up to Duncan and stood in front of him. At this point, the Ex-Con was too tired to tell her to get out of his face. "What do you want?"
"You need help going over your lines?" Came the sudden reply.
Duncan's mouth went agape when he heard this. "W-Wha?"
"I figured you wanted to go over the lines with someone. Well. someone who isn't Heather. I watched the series and I know she's-"
"Why would you want to help me?" Duncan cut off
Sanders responded with a shrug. "I don't know. I figured I owed you one after saving me from the box."
Duncan didn't respond at first. He looked like he was contemplating his next choice of words. Finally, he sighed. "When is this stupid thing between you and me gonna stop?"
"What stupid thing?"
Duncan pointed his finger at the cadet "You, helping me. We're on opposite teams, and yet, here you are talking to me as if we're buddy buds. I don't like cops. Get that through your head."
Sanders didn't break face, which surprised Duncan. She gave a confident grin. "First off, the challenge doesn't start until tomorrow, so whatever happens tonight, doesn't matter." She pointed at Duncan, the same way he had done. "Second, you say I shouldn't talk with you despite being on different teams," she paused for dramatic effect. "Yet, you were the one who started this whole thing when you warned me about that volleyball. You were the one who let me pop your teammate's balloons and, again, you saved me from getting hit by a box. You didn't have to do any of that, but you did. I was returning the favor to be nice." She turned and started walking away. "I know you hate to admit it, but there is something going on." She turned around again, still grinning. "So you can either accept my help, or I can pester you about this whole thing for the rest of the night."
Duncan was utterly shocked by what was just said to him. No one had called him out like that. She was not like any girl Duncan had met. She was straight forward, and read him like a book. And the strangest part of it all was that a small part of Duncan kinda liked it.
He shook his head after that last thought. He looked at the ground almost pretending Sanders wasn't there. But she was, and Duncan couldn't ignore it. He looked back up and held out the script.
"I thought your partner was supposed to be the bad cop." He said, mentally exhausted.
Sanders smiled and took the paper from him. "When you hang around a partner like mine, you learn a few things." She sat next to Duncan on the picnic table and started reading the lines.
The next day, all the competitors were walking up the tall grass hill, to the official challenge location. Jasmine was looking over her script, making sure she was completely ready. Heather had her script in hand, but hadn't bothered to look it over while going up the hill. Jo watched her, like she had a plan. Amy walked next to her.
Confessional (Amy): "I don't know what Jo has in mind, but I have to make sure she thinks I'm still on her side. Alejandro is one foot in the grave, and I think she knows where Scott's loyalty is as truthful as a...lying...snake? I don't know, I don't like metaphors...or similes?"
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Duncan trailed behind the rest of his team. He hadn't bothered to look over his script again. The read through from last night had helped him. It didn't last too long and Duncan and Sanders only had to spend a good thirty minutes practicing.
Speaking of, he was staring at her and Macarthur.
His mind started to wonder and he didn't notice who was behind him. Two hands clasped him on the shoulders. The Ex-Con jumped in surprise. He quickly turned around to see…
Scott, laughing at him.
"What's a matter, Duncan? Something on your mind?"
Duncan's expression changed from surprise to anger. "Yeah. Something is on my mind. What your face will look like when I dislocate your jaw."
Scott held up his hands. "Easy. Just getting you psyched up is all. You looked tense." He gave a devilish smile. "You ready for today's challenge?"
Duncan didn't say anything at first. He looked uncomfortable and Scott knew that. Uncharacteristically he turned away. "Yeah." He said in a somber voice. "Yeah, I'm ready." He walked ahead, at a slightly faster pace. Scott watched with interest.
Confessional (Scott): The farm boy had the smuggest of smug grins on his face. He waited a few seconds before saying his piece. "Someone's hiding something."
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Finally, all the competitors were at the top. Chris stood in front of two small movie sets. The one on his left had a bleak looking background, with dark clouds, and an ocean. The floor part of the set had a small hill of sand and painted on water. The set on Chris' right looked completely different, it had a backdrop of city buildings and the floor looked like a simple blacktop.
"Alright competitors, you know your roles and what you have to do. Make a scene, follow the script and…" He raised his arms in the air and shook his hands. "...give us some razzle dazzle." Quickly he put his hands back down. "Heather, Duncan and Jasmine, head to the back of your sets. You'll find your...costumes." He gave a little snicker, notably staring at Duncan. The Ex-Con looked confused. "Directors and camera crew, prepare yourselves in the meantime."
Noah sat confidently in his director's chair, watching Courtney try to direct Macarthur into how to work the camera. It was a strenuous task as Macarthur was treating her expensive piece of equipment like a toy and swiveling it all around.
"Make you sure you zoom out as much as you can, " He smirked. "The audience doesn't want to see half of that giant." He said that last part louder so Jasmine could hear.
The Aussie groaned as she walked behind the set.
Owen walked up to the director. "Hey, buddy. I know you don't like Jasmine and all, but...you're not gonna sabotage the challenge at her expense right."
Noah turned and smiled at his teammate. "Don't worry, Owen. We're gonna make sure that everything...is...perfect." His last word made Owen seem unsure of what Noah was actually going to do.
Samey was going over her plans with the camera crew.
"Alejandro, you should focus on Heather." Alejandro smiled at this thought. The Nice Twin then turned to Dawn. "That leaves you, Dawn, to focus on Duncan." She finally turned to her sister. "We'll use you for any extra shots that involve the two of them in one scene."
"Excuse me?" Amy scoffed.
Samey looked up dully, knowing exactly what she was gonna hear.
"You can at least refer to me by name...Lame-y. You need someone with my eye to make us win this scene challenge. With you as a director, it's going to be a complete failure."
Samey wasn't paying attention to what Amy was saying though. She was trying to hold in a laugh, looking past her sister. Amy was annoyed at being laughed at, but when she realized her sister was looking past her, she turned. She immediately started to laugh at what she saw.
Heather and Duncan had just walked out from the back, with their costumes. Heather was wearing a simple outfit. Blue jeans, a white undershirt and a dark green vest. Duncan, on the other hand, was wearing blue cargo pants, a white tank top and, most notably, an afro wig and a fake pair of nerdy glasses. He looked annoyed at the snickering faces, but didn't say anything. Even Chris and Chef were laughing. Duncan just sighed in annoyance.
Amy and Samey were both still laughing, until they looked at each other. At the moment their eyes crossed, both stopped laughing and quickly turned away.
On the Shark Cowboys side, Noah was directing Courtney and Macarthur on where to move the camera. There was a door slam from behind the set. All the competitors turned their heads. Jasmine walked out to them. She wasn't wearing her usual get up though. Instead, she was wearing an all camo outfit, including a long sleeve camo shirt, long camo pants and combat boots. She smiled, feeling proud in her outfit.
Macarthur gave a thumbs up, from behind her camera. "Nice."
Jasmine gave a thankful nod.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Noah said quickly, not even bothering to look up from the script. "You look fine. Let's get everything in place, people."
Jasmine glared, but confidently walked up to the set. She watched as everyone moved around, getting into place. Noah took his seat. Jasmine stood in the middle of the set, took a deep breath and gave a stern look.
"When I look out at all of you, I see-"
"Hey, Einstein."
Jasmine stopped her monologue. She looked back down at Noah, glaring at him. "What? I can't have already messed up. Are you trying to make me fail?"
Noah looked up at the Aussie, blank faced. "I didn't say 'action.' You do know actor's start their scene when the director says 'action?' he said dully. Jasmine froze, slightly annoyed but also slightly embarrassed when she saw the rest of her team staring at her. She turned around, and got back in place. She didn't see Noah giving a small smirk.
Back on the Bobcats side, most of the competitors were all set up. Dawn, Alejandro and Amy were in place, while Scott, Jo and Zoey stood to the side. Samey walked up to the director's chair and sat in it. Heather and Duncan stood in the middle of the set, waiting for their cue.
Nothing happened for a few seconds. Then a few more passed. Finally, the rest of the competitors turned their heads towards the director. Samey seemed to be staring into nothing. She didn't notice the rest of her team staring at her, until after a few seconds. She finally realized what she had to do.
"Oh, right." She stammered. "Action!" Amy snickered to herself.
Duncan turned to his co-star and the scene began. "Well, Ruby. The only way to get into to rescue the orphans is if we go through the forest." While he didn't sound bored, Duncan was only using his real voice.
Heather gave a fake smile. "That's right, Gummy. Are you ready?"
'Gummy' looked at the forest and acted like he was scared. "Well don't they call that the…" he gulped. "Forest of demise."
"Uh...cut?" called Samey
Heather and Duncan turned. "Oh, come on." Moaned Heather "We were doing fine...well I was, anyway." Duncan rolled his eyes.
Samey looked at the two, a little nervous over what she would say.
Confessional (Samey): "As the director, it's my job to step up and say what needs to be said." She closed her eyes. "I just have to picture everyone as Amy and I should do fine."
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The Nice Twin cleared her throat. "Uh...yeah that was good...but I think in order to make it better..." She turned to the Ex-Con. "Duncan, I think your character should have a more...cartoony voice. It matches with the rest of the script.
Heather and most of the other competitors snickered at this, while Duncan just sighed. "Whatever." He cleared his throat. "How about now?" He made his voice more high pitched and even held out his arms as if he was presenting something.
Samey nodded. "I think that should work. Let's go again. Action!"
Noah had just called 'action' and Jasmine began her monologue. She closed her eyes, before opening them again, giving a stern look to an invisible group of soldiers.
"When I look out at all of you, I see fire in your eyes and metal in your teeth…"
"Cut."
Jasmine blinked and looked down at the director. "What do you mean 'cut?' I was doing perfectly fine."
Noah ignored the Aussie's complaint and instead turned to the camera crew.. "Hey Courtney, I think we should start with a shot from the feet and then rise up, as she's speaking. What do you think?"
Courtney just nodded.
"Just make sure you don't go too slow because she's...ya know...so tall."
Jasmine winced at the remark. Noah leaned back in his chair and looked at the lone actress. He gave a small smirk.
"Let's try that again." He said, as slyly as he could.
"But the only way for us to get through this...is if we do it together. It's like my father said...you can't...be...one..without...ugh. Line!"
Duncan groaned. "You've got to be kidding me."
Samey looked at the script from her chair. "The line is…'It's like my father said…"
While she read the script, Jo had walked up to Amy. "Hey, I wanted to ask something about your sister."
Amy turned and grinned. "Oh well there isn't much to say about her. Other than the fact that she an ugly pig who-"
"You made your sister sound like the meanest person ever. Yet ever since this game started, she's done nothing remotely villainy." She could see the surprised and nervous look on Amy's face. "So what I wanna know is, did you lie to me to get in the alliance?"
Amy stammered, knowing she was about to be found out. Jo would've said something more when…
"Hey, Alejandro!" Heather called. "Make sure you get my good side."
Jo and Amy turned to the Diva, then to Alejandro, who had his camera completely on Heather. He smiled. "That's easy because you have no bad side, chica." Heather smirked at this.
Jo glared at the two, which Amy noticed. Quickly, she came up with a plan. "Ok, yes. I lied to get in with you guys. But I only did it to get rid of some important people. Alejandro and Heather can be a dangerous force and if they were eliminated that would give you and me a better chance. I want to go to the finale with you, Jo. Honest."
Jo didn't say anything at first, but Amy could see the wheels turning in her head. Finally, the Jockette turned and faced the Twin. She pointed at her. "I should rat you out right now." She paused, making Amy unsure of what she was going to say. "But you make a good point." Amy smiled at this, but it was silenced by Jo stepping forward. "But you're not redeemed. You better make it up to me or you're finished." She glared at the Twin, who just nodded repeatedly. The Jockette turned and walked away, leading to Amy wondering what she could do now.
"...I know where you're coming from. I was scared. I was young. I didn't fully understand what I could do…"
Jasmine continued with her speech. Noah just stared blankly, as did his other teammates.
"But it doesn't matter where you come from...or how hard your life was...it matters what you're made of. And how much fighting spirit you can give. And your grit and your…"
At that moment, Noah looked at the script, he read it over very quickly, looking confused. "Cut" he called
Jasmine suddenly stopped her monologue and looked down at the director. "Now what?" she said, annoyed
Noah was still looking at the script. "You messed up a line. You're not supposed to say 'And your grit', you're supposed to say 'If you've got grit, you can win any battle."
"I felt it was more natural the way I said it. Actors don't have to follow the script exactly."
Noah leaned back in his chair and pointed at Gwen, Owen and Sanders. "They created the script for you to follow. I'm the director and I say to follow the script exactly how it was written."
Owen watched on, looking at the Aussie. At this point, Jasmine was getting frustrated. She started marching towards the director. "Listen here, you little bugger." she said, through gritted teeth. "I have been trying to do this scene and you…" She stopped right at the edge. Noah had just started to get out his chair. Jasmine breathed through her nose and sighed. "I just want to get through this scene. I've never acted in front of a camera before." She sat down and put her hand to her head. "I just want to get through this scene at least once, just so I say I can." She looked back up, with a look of both sadness and passion in her eyes. "I wanna prove myself to the team, so just give me a chance."
Noah didn't say anything. No one knew what to say. The Brainiac still showed no sign of sympathy towards the Aussie's speech and was about to say something, when…
"Just let her do the scene."
Noah turned to Gwen, who walked up to him. "If we don't have a complete scene, we can't win. Just let her do the scene at least once and we can work on it after."
Noah still didn't say anything at first. He got back in his chair and looked up at the Aussie. Finally, he sighed in frustration. "Fine. Do the scene."
Jasmine was surprised that Noah had relented but quickly looked determined and walked back to her spot. When she was in the middle, Noah called 'Action.' Jasmine immediately looked up into the invisible crowd and began.
"When I look out at all of you, I see fire in your eyes and metal in your teeth. I know that I have the best guys to fight this war, by my side. And I know some of you are worried. Some are even scared." She paused dramatically. "I know where you're coming from. I was scared. I was young. I didn't fully understand what I could do." She paused again. "But it doesn't matter where you come from...or how hard your life was...it matters what you're made of. And how much fighting spirit you can give. And your grit and your passion." She paused again. "I fought, not because I wasn't scared, heck, I was damn near terrified." Another short pause. "But I put that fear aside because this war means more than any of us will ever know. It's about our home turf. Our mates back at home, who are rooting for us to win. Our parents, who want to see us come back in one piece. And most importantly...our future is at stake. I don't know about you, but I want to live long enough to tell my future kid that their Mama fought in the biggest battle of her life and lived to tell the tale. Whatever happens out there, I just wanna know you gave it your all. And that you fought, and that when you walk up to me, look me square in the eye and tell me 'I...never gave up.' "
Jasmine finished her monologue, breathing heavily. She paused for a few seconds, adding more drama to her already dramatic performance. No one said anything at first. Most of her teammates seemed to be in awe at Jasmine's speech. Noah still hadn't changed his look though, but he was noticeably quiet. Jasmine looked at him, waiting for a response.
Finally, the Brainiac gave her one. "That was...fine." He said this as if he was hiding what he really felt. Jasmine gave a relieved smile at this. Even if it wasn't exactly a compliment, it was the first nice thing Noah said to her. "Alright, take five." He finished, walking away.
Most of his teammates also spread out, but Gwen, Sanders and Macarthur went up to Jasmine and complimented her performance. Even Courtney was impressed, as she watched from a distance. Jasmine just smiled as she took it all in.
"And when you put something to your mind, you can do anything...anything...any- Line!"
Samey, Duncan and some of the other Bobcats sighed in frustration.
"Alright, cut." She walked up to set and gave the script to the Diva. Heather swiped it out of her hands. Samey looked back at her crew. "Alright, let's take a break."
Most of her teammates dispersed at this, including Duncan. But Heather wasn't done.
"Maybe I should just do this scene by myself," She called out "It might be easier because I don't have to be around so many people that suck."
Most of her teammates rolled their eyes. But Jo glared at the Diva. But then she eyed the only other competitor who hadn't left: Dawn, and smirked.
Confessional (Jo): She had a devilish grin on her face. "If anyone is gonna be responsible for getting rid of that Twig, it's gonna be me." She paused. "But now, I realize I need someone else to make my plan work."
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As casually as possible, Jo walked up to the Moonchild. She gave the biggest, but also fakest grin she could. "Hey...Dawn."
Dawn turned. "Oh, Jo. You called me by actual name. You must be getting over your childhood nickname from the 1st grade."
"Yeah I-" Jo froze, completely caught off guard by Dawn's wording. She had to gather her thoughts for a few seconds, before continuing. "Listen. I have an idea. Heather seems really tense. I think what might help her is if you talk to her and...ya know...read...her." Dawn blinked. "Just...do that thing you just to me. But to her."
Dawn turned again to look at Heather. She had been pacing, while reading over her script. She put her hand under her chin, while Jo smirked.
Confessional (Dawn): "Am I aware Jo is trying to trick me? Of course." She paused. "But at the same time...I've never read Heather's aura. It could prove to be very interesting."
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Heather had stopped pacing, but was still reading her script. Without her noticing, Dawn got close to her and closed her eyes. But something happened. Her eyes twitched. Something was wrong. She flexed her eyelids several times, over and over, clearly bothered by something. Finally, her eyes shot open and she let out a loud gasp. Heather heard this and turned, confused by the Moon Child's presence.
"Can I help you?" She snarked.
But Dawn was at loss for words, she looked terrified to be face to face with the Diva. She stammered. "Y-You...W-W-What...I-I…" She continued to stutter in front of the confused Heather. Finally Dawn shouted out. "What did you do to your cat?"
Heather's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"
But Dawn ignored her, and turned away, mumbling to herself. "And...the first grade...You sent...Tony...to the hospital...twice."
Heather was becoming more distressed at Dawn. "What are you talking about?"
"A-And...Y-You were mad that Janet was more popular than you." She quickly turned, looking even more pale. "S-So you ran your teacher over with her car, and you blamed it on her."
Heather was still at a loss for words. But Dawn continued.
Owen had been walking backstage. The Shark Cowboys were close to starting again and hopefully finishing the challenge.
The Big Guy stopped when he heard whispers. It was coming from behind the trailer. He poked his head around the corner and was surprised by what he saw.
It was Jasmine. She had her head up against the steel wall of the trailer. She was talking to herself.
"Ok...just get through this. And whatever you do, do not let him get to you. You've dealt with people like him, and look where you are now. You've come this far and you aren't going to let that annoying little weasel get in your head." She jerked her head up and breathed in through her nose, giving a determined and serious expression. Owen could see her eyes were slightly red.
Had she been crying?
Owen hid himself, before Jasmine could see her. He had guilt written all over his face.
Dawn had just finished going over what she learned from reading Heather's aura. She included breaking a boy's bike and his arm because he had a crush on another girl, the time she mixed dry dog turds into the girl scout's cookie and the time she shaved her grandma's head because Daddy gave a compliment that wasn't to his little girl.
By the end of it, Dawn was breathing heavily, and Heather's mouth was agape. Finally, the Moonchild looked up in a state of panic. "I-I need to get away from you...you're a monster!" With that, she bolted away, leaving behind a still stunned Heather. She dropped the script in her hand. Her mind was still processing what just happened.
"Alright, Heather. Are you ready for the next take?"
Heather turned. Duncan, Samey and the rest of the Bobcats had just returned. Duncan walked up to her, noticing the Diva's expression.
"You good?" He asked
Samey noticed this too. "Heather, are you ready?"
Heather did not respond at all. She just stood there, still mouth agape. The only one who wasn't confused was Jo, who grinned and leaned towards the director. "I think she's good. She's just staying in character."
Samey was confused by this, but shrugged. "Alright." She called. " 'Action'"
Duncan wasn't sure exactly how to start, but did so anyways in his high pitched voice. "Well, Ruby. The only way to get into to rescue the orphans is if we…" Whatever the rest of the line was, fell on deaf ears. Heather's mind was starting to come back. The gears were slowly turning. Duncan had finished his line, and waited for Heather to continue. Everyone else waited too. Jo continued to smirk. Finally, Heather moved her head to look at the rest of her team.
"I-I….I-I…"
Her gaze fell on Dawn, who was still visibly shaken.
And then everything went red.
Heather could no longer hold anything back anymore. Furiously, she stomped towards the Moon Child. She got the edge of the set and pointed at her.
"HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT ME LIKE THAT YOU SON OF A-"
Whatever rant Heather went on directed towards Dawn was something that should never be aired on TV. It was similar to the rant Lindsay went on towards the Diva back in season 1. But this was much...MUCH worse. Heather let all her anger out on Dawn for exposing things from her past to the entire TV world. If words were weapons, Heather would've been tried for a dozen counts of homicide, if not more. Dawn was practically shrinking while being chewed out by the Diva.
The rest of her teammates watched on in shock and horror. Even Jo couldn't believe the words Heather was saying. The Shark Cowboys had stopped working and were also watching, in awe, at Heather's screaming rant. Chris and Chef also had their jaws open.
Finally, with one more unmentionable word, Heather slammed her foot down and stomped away. Off the set, past the crew and down the hill.
There was a few seconds of silence, before Chris spoke up.
"Well...that was...not suitable for families..."
Samey also broke her trance and spoke to Chris. "Uh, Chris...now that we're missing one of our actors, what are we supposed to do?"
Chris pondered. "Good question." He walked onto the Bobcat's set and held up his arms. "Attention, competitors!" Said competitors broke out of their trance to hear what the host had to say. "I know I never mentioned it, but a rule of this competition would be that if any competitor left the set, before their scene was finished, they would cost their team the game. Therefore, with Heather's...exit, the Vengeful Bobcats are disqualified, and the Shark Cowboys are the winners of today's challenge."
The Cowboys cheered for their victory, though some were still unnerved. Chris looked at the Bobcats. "I'll see you guys at the elimination ceremony." He then turned to the Cowboys, and he and Chef walked up to them. "Jasmine?"
The Aussie looked at the host, curious what he wanted. "Yes…?"
Chef was holding something behind his back. At Chris' instruction he revealed what it was and held it out. It was…
"...a DVD player?" Jasmine took her prize, still confused by what this meant.
"This is only half of your prize, Jazz. Trust me, it will make sense later on." With that he turned and walked away. The rest of the competitors cheered and congratulated Jasmine. The Aussie smiled with pride. Noah, on the other hand, watched with contempt.
Later that night, the elimination ceremony started. Music swelled up, as several pictures of Chris appeared rolled on screen. It finished with a loud trumpet, revealing Chris standing at a podium in a nice blue suit. Some of his interns were welding to the large statues of him, attaching new arms. Though the arms were metal and grey, instead of gold and looked weird. Also, the welding was creating a lot of noise.
"Alright…" Chris shouted, over the welders. "Tonight's elimination ceremony should be…"
"What?!" the Bobcats screamed.
Chris looked annoyed. "I said that tonight's-"
"Speak up!" Screamed Jo.
Chris sighed in annoyance and turned to his welding intern. He waved his arms around.
"Hey!"
The intern noticed him and turned off his blowtorch and looked at the host.
"Can that wait until after I'm done?!"
The intern realized that Chris was angry and nodded profusely. At that moment, the welded arm broke off and crashed somewhere off the set. The intern looked terrified, realizing what just happened. Chris glared at him, but sighed and turned back to the podium.
"We'll deal with that later. Let's get this over with. Under your seats is your voting device. On it, there should be pictures of you and your teammates. Tap whichever you want to vote out and we'll find out who's going home tonight."
The competitors did as they were told, and pulled out the devices. Alejandro was noticeably sitting away from Jo, Scott and Amy. He nervously looked at his device. Jo noticed this and whispered something to Amy. The Evil Twin nodded at whatever Jo had said.
Every competitor quickly cast their votes. A cracking sound was heard and all the competitors turned to Heather, who no one was sitting next to. She had broken the screen of the device from pushing too hard on it. Dawn was still shaking from her encounter today. But with everyone not looking at him, Alejandro quickly cast his vote.
A few moments passed, and Chef walked up, wearing a long pink dress and tiara. Most of the competitors snickered at this, while Chef just grumbled. He had a piece of paper on a silver platter that he handed to Chris. The host took it and read it over. He chuckled.
"Yeah, I'm not surprised." He looked at the Bobcats. "So since we're at a shortage of trophies," He pulled out a small golden statue of himself, but with its head missing and red spray paint on it. "Whoever receives this trophy will be the one going home. And that person is..."
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The host tossed the statue towards the Diva. But instead of catching it, Heather slapped it away. It hit Duncan's head with a loud CLANG and he fell to the floor. The Diva stood up and walked down the bleachers. "So long, good riddance and I hope to never see any of you, for as long as I live."
"Heather, you're probably familiar with the Lamo-o-sine." Chris pointed to a crappy, beat up limousine that would take Heather away.
"Shut it, McLean." Heather walked by, flipping off the host in the process. Jo grinned as she walked away, ecstatic her plan had worked.
But as she walked to the limousine, Heather stopped. She turned around and looked at Alejandro. The Latino wasn't sure how to respond, and for a few seconds, Heather didn't do or say anything. Finally, Heather gave a very small smile at him, which surprised Alejandro. He returned the smile and even waved. Heather then turned back to the Lamo-o-sine, got in and it drove away. Alejandro smiled as it left, while Jo glared at him from behind.
Chris looked to the camera from his podium. "Well that certainly was eventful. Our third finalist is gone, and we still have so many people left. What new challenges will these competitors face? And what will the fallout be from tonight's elimination? I certainly can't wait to find out on the next episode of...Total...Drama...L...egends!"
Later that night, Chef was still in his dress. He walked out his trailer, with a piece of paper in his hand. Without a care, he tossed it into the nearby trashcan and walked back into his trailer. A few seconds had passed, when a shadowy figure appeared. It walked over towards the trash can and picked up the paper. It pulled out and turned on a flashlight, revealing the figure to be Amy. She looked over the paper, and smiled.
"Jo is not gonna like this."
The list contained all the Vengeful Bobcats names and who they voted for. Almost everyone had voted for Heather, except for two. The first was obviously Heather.
The other who didn't vote for her was Alejandro.
Vengeful Bobcats: Amy, Samey, Duncan, Scott, Alejandro, Dawn, Zoey and Jo
Shark Cowboys: Gwen, Courtney, Macarthur, Sanders, Noah, Owen and Jasmine
Placement:
22nd: Sierra
21st: Lightning
20th: Tyler
19th: Leshawna
18th: Mike
17th: Cody
16th: Heather
Votes
Heather: Jo, Scott, Amy, Samey, Dawn, Duncan, Zoey
Dawn: Heather, Alejandro
Yay! New chapter! I enjoyed writing this one. I don't know how people will feel about eliminating Heather before the merge, but I honestly didn't know what else to do with her. Also I absolutely loved the thought of Dawn being traumatized from reading Heather's aura. I'll leave it to the imagination on what Heather said.
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