"Hello and welcome to the first episode of season dos of Total Drama Island!" Chris shouted happily, seeming to take joy from the prospect of having a whole new batch of teens to torture, "Well, unfortunately, today's episode will be strictly a 'getting to know you' sort of thing, so you'll have to wait a while for the real drama to come out," he sighed while dramatically rolling his eyes, "so without any further adieu, let's meet our first camper!"
A grimy, dilapidated tugboat came into view with an expressionless girl standing at the bow. She was very tall and slim, but you could tell that she had a great deal of strength. Her long, silver hair was braided, and it seemed to slice right through the wind. As the boat docked, she threw her suitcase into the air and gracefully jumped off the boat, catching her luggage in midair and landing softly next to Chris.
"Well, well, well, a ninja! That's… a first," Chris said in a mildly confused tone while looking at her black garb, "I'd like to welcome our first victim, Lunesta Trinity Eclipse!"
Lunesta squinted her dark eyes menacingly, "I'd much rather be called Luna," she said in a thoughtful voice, which greatly contrasted her cold expression.
"Okay, Luna… you can just stand at the end of the dock," Chris replied in a small, un-Chris like voice, "And wouldn't you know, here's our next contestant, Jay!" A muscular boy dressed in a red shirt and camouflage pants waved nonchalantly from the boat. He had black hair that had been shaved into a buzz cut, a large scar and bright, ice blue eyes. As the boat neared the dock, Jay hopped over the bow of the boat; landing with a thud next to Chris.
"Hey, man, I'm psyched to be here!" Jay said with a wide grin.
"Psyched to have you here, dude," Chris responded with a small chuckle, and pointed to the empty space around the boy, "but where's your luggage?"
Jay let out a nervous laugh, "I was, uh, kind of in a rush when I left and—"
"Sure you were, now you can go over and stand next to Luna," Chris cut him off in a rushed, uninterested tone. Jay walked over to Luna, who looked him up and down and smirked.
"A little short, aren't you?" she said quietly, measuring the three inch difference between their heights with her hands. Anger filled Jay's usually calm face.
"Do you want to find out how I got this scar?" Jay threatened while pointing to his face. Luna smiled, but didn't further press the matter.
Confession Cam
"Okay, I didn't get into a fight or anything to get this scar," Jay sighed, "But come on, I had to say something! A man's got to have his pride."
End Confession Cam
"Cut the chit-chat, kiddos," Chris said with a glare back at Luna and Jay, "because we've got another contestant to welcome! Hello, Jovanne Reykovik!"
A tall, tanned girl with light blue eyes and bouncing blonde pigtails was excitedly jumping up and down and waving her arms frantically from the boat. She was wearing a baggy green shirt, brown boots that clearly were not meant for warm weather, and a blue and pink skirt that was currently flying in all directions, unbeknownst to her. Once it came to a halt, she haphazardly threw her many suitcases onto the dock—burying Chris in the process. Jovanne seemed to be completely unbothered by the fact that she might have just injured the only man who could give her a million dollars on the show, and jumped flippantly onto the pile of suitcases.
"Hallo, peoples of Canada!!! Jovanne is so pleased to be making acquaintance with you, ja! I is very strong, see?" the peppy girl rambled in an odd accent, flexing her biceps as the other two contestants gaped in awe. Suddenly, she stopped, a dumbfounded expression plastered on her face, "Now, where is host man? Jovanne needs Canadian treasures now, ja!"
Chris' groans of pain were muffled from beneath the pile of suitcases, "Get… the… crazy chick... off of me."
Jovanne quickly regained her ecstatic expression, "Oh, there you are, silly host man!" she said while attempting to pull Chris up on top of the suitcases with her, "Now come out, host man! Ja, I need my Canadadian winnings!" Jovanne shouted, finally managing to yank the mangled host from the mess of luggage—by his hair.
"My hair! She touched it!" Chris exclaimed angrily, pulling a handheld mirror out of his pocket and frantically trying to restore his 'do to its former glory, "Okay, that's it, crazy chick, if you're even thinking about winning that money, you can forget it now!" he fumed, motioning for her to get back on the boat. An apprehensive intern stumbled in front of Chris and tapped the angry host on the shoulder nervously.
"What?!" He spun around, seething at anyone who dared to talk to him.
"Um, you're still on the air, Mr. Maclean," the intern stuttered. Shock entered Chris' face, and he suddenly regained his composure, pushing the intern backstage and Jovanne toward the other contestants.
"You can just stand over there with the other victims and look foreign, Jovanne," Chris said in a hasty tone, "Um, uh… oh yeah! The next contestant, let's give a totally dramatic welcome to the one, the only, Grant Clast!"
A tall boy with lightly tanned skin and dirty blond hair smiled from the boat. He was wearing a black sweatshirt and jeans, and seemed to be the most normal teen there.
Once he stepped off of the boat, he dropped his suitcase at his side and put out his hand for Chris to shake.
"Hey, Chris! It's great to finally meet you!" he said happily, his dark green eyes glowing. Chris merely looked at his outstretched hand and pushed it away with a disgusted look on his face.
"Yeah, it's great to meet you too, man, I just don't do that whole 'shaking hands' thing," Chris retorted, making air quotes with his fingers. Grant's smile fell a little, but he still held onto his happy demeanor.
"That's cool, man, I'll just go stand over there," Grant said while walking over to the other contestants and being sure to shake all of their hands and introduce himself, "it's great to meet all of you, even though we'll be competing soon." He seemed to be genuinely pleased to be around all of the other contestants, even though Chris' primadonna attitude had rejected him.
"Well, finally!" Jovanne whispered while shaking Grant's hand with a bit too much enthusiasm, "A tall boy! Ja, that boy over there is much too short for Jovanne's likings."
Inside, Jay was teeming with anger, but he tried his best to hide it. He didn't want to get on anyone's bad side at the beginning, that was for sure.
Chris yawned, "M'kay, this is taking way too long, and unless I do something about it, we'll be spending the night introducing people, so let's just bring 'em all out!"
Suddenly, a much larger (and, if possible, dirtier) boat appeared over the horizon, carrying the remaining eighteen campers. They were a motley bunch of people, some of them with their noses stuck in books, some dancing and waving as if their lives depended on it, and some just standing there, wary of the impending doom they were sure to face on a show like this. Once the boat had dropped anchor near the dock, a girl with an hourglass figure, a dark tan, and hair so blond that it was almost white stepped off with an angry smirk on her face. One of her black eyes was covered by her platinum locks, but the one that wasn't was squinted into a look of disdain. She was wearing an asymmetrical electric blue shirt with a matching skirt, black boots with red legwarmers, and black and white striped fingerless gloves.
"'Sup, Chris?" she said, crossing her arms and nodding slightly at the host.
"Hello, there, Aqua Willows; how goes it today?" Chris questioned.
"It goes… as long as I get my million dollars at the end of this," she said with a smug grin.
"Well, you're gonna have to wait on line for that, so have fun," Chris replied with a malicious smile, motioning for her to join the other contestants. Aqua sighed and rolled her eyes in response, but joined the others nonetheless. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Luna was staring at her.
"What do you think you're looking at?" Aqua snarled. But much to her discontentment, Luna seemed totally un-phased.
"Jeez, can you people be quiet for five seconds?! I have a show to host here!" Chris yelled, his fists clenching at his sides. Seeing that nobody was about to talk or defy him, he smiled, "Good. Now, let's all say hello to Wyatt Bellevue!"
A tall boy with a medium tan and dark hair stepped onto the dock. He had robins-egg blue eyes and a dashing smile. A cowboy hat was perched on his head, and he had cowboy boots and a Texas belt buckle to match. He was wearing a dark blue button down shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up, a blue tie, and a white shirt underneath. His jeans were faded and ripped at the knees, so it seemed as if his cowboy appearance wasn't just for show.
"Hey, Chris, it's a pleasure to meet y'all!" Wyatt drawled in a thick Texan accent, tipping his hat to both Chris and the other contestants.
"Hey, it's great to have a Southerner here! I mean, the interns told me you were from down south, but you are from waaaaaaaay down south!" Chris laughed.
"Yeah, I'm from Texas, but I've got a few relatives living up here," the boy responded politely. Chris smiled, but from the look on his face he was clearly uninterested.
"Yeah…" Chris said, "You can just stand over there."
Wyatt still smiled, despite being snubbed by the host, and introduced himself to the other contestants.
"Okay, now give it up for Kimmi!" Chris exclaimed. All of the contestants stared eagerly towards the boat, but saw nobody. Suddenly, a tan girl wearing a purple beret with clear blue eyes and a blond side-ponytail with a purple streak fell from the sky.
"Hey everybody!" the girl shouted as she neared closer to the ground, her beret flying off of her head.
"She's going to die!" Wyatt shouted, beginning to run towards her. But right when she was about to hit the ground, she snapped back into the air.
"No, it's a bungee cord! I'm… fine… silly!" Kimmi said while being jerked around in midair. Finally, the she stopped moving and hung still in the air. "Uh, could someone let me down now?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. Unfortunately, one of the interns was all too ready to let her go, and released the bungee cord—sending her careening onto the dock. Kimmi landed face first with a thud, but popped up unharmed almost right away.
"I'm okay," the peppy blond reassured everybody, flashing a thumbs up. She looked down a moment to pick up her beret and brush the dirt off of her purple and pink striped top and black capris. "See? It's all good!"
"That was an interesting entrance," Chris complimented. Kimmi's face lit up, and she smiled a hundred-watt smile.
"Well, bungee jumping got me onto the show, so I figured, why not just do it again?" she squealed, then ran over to the other contestants, "Hey guys! Did you see that? Wasn't it cool?!"
The contestants had mixed feelings about Kimmi, some laughed, and some rolled their eyes at her, but she seemed unaffected by their judgments.
"Um, hello? Chris? Still there?" A shorter girl with a slim frame and olive skin has waving her hands in front of the dazed host's face. Chris's head abruptly jerked away from the girls hand.
"WHOA. Watch the hair, dude!" he shouted, slapping the girl's hand away, then suddenly realizing something, "Oh, you're the next contestant! Hello, Cassandra Leane Renevore!"
The girl rolled her aquamarine eyes, popped her gum and flipped her long, black tresses behind her shoulder, "It's Jinx. Call me that or don't call me at all." Chris looked completely taken aback at her snobby tone.
"Well, you seem a little different than in your audition tape," Chris said, gesturing to her pink stiletto heels, jean miniskirt, red ribbon necklace, pink vest and long hair.
"Well, Chris, people can change really quickly… just like this!" Jinx suddenly started tugging at her hair and clothes, smiling because of the horrified screams she was causing. She pulled off her black locks to reveal short, dark auburn hair; and underneath her clothes were black capris, and orange vest with black trim and a heart on it, and a silver top. Jinx dangled the black wig playfully from one of her hands.
"Gotcha'!" she giggled, putting her disguise back in her suitcase, "God, you should've seen your faces! Priceless!"
Some of the contestants still seemed a bit spooked by the previous events, but the rest of them were laughing along with her, beckoning for her to join them.
"You can't write this stuff, my friends, no you cannot," Chris said, speaking to no one in particular, "Our next victim is none other than Yami Long!"
A tall boy with light ebony colored skin and some hints of an Asian heritage in his face stepped almost silently onto the dock. His long black hair cascaded to the middle of his back and was pulled into a low ponytail. He had a blue do-rag and a white baseball cap on his head that nearly camouflaged the rest of his face. Yami was wearing a black hoodie with the phrase 'Nothing is Normal' scrawled across the front in white, and a Yin-Yang symbol on the back. His jeans were baggy and faded, and he had black and white Nike shoes to match his hoodie. A fox was hanging around his neck as he walked toward Chris, and once he stopped, the fox jumped down onto the dock and lay at his feet, nuzzling him affectionately.
"Yami, my man! How's it going?" Chris said, flashing a grin.
"It's going good. This is Kitsune," Yami replied with little emotion in his voice, nodding toward the fox that was currently making its way over to the other contestants. Yami stared at Kitsune intently, following his every step, but suddenly stopped short, with a confused look in his eyes. Kitsune was currently cuddling up to a different contestant's legs—Luna's.
Yami gaped blankly at Luna, who was smiling and occasionally reaching down to pet Kitsune's fur.
"It seems as if Kitsune likes me," Luna said, her dark eyes aglow. Yami nodded slowly, clearly confused, and picked Kitsune off of the ground, slinging the fox around his neck. Luna's hand jerked back from the fox as Yami took him away from her, and a mildly hurt look crossed her face for a few moments.
"Now let's welcome Emma 'The Strange' Chesko! You don't mind if I call you 'The Strange,' do you?" Chris questioned.
A short, pale, lanky girl with a black bob and flat, black eyes stepped slowly onto the dock. She was dressed in a typical Lolita-goth outfit, with a lacy, old-fashioned black dress complete with grey spades on the bottom, long white socks, black dress shoes and a white spade hair clip. But there was something else, something she was carrying, that made her all the more strange: she was holding a doll. Not a normal doll either, this doll had a possessed, foreboding look on its beaten face, and its long, red hair was tangled and matted.
"Hello," the girl said softly with an expressionless look on her face; her voice was slightly monotonous, and had an eerie edge to it, "My name is Emma, and this is BooBoo," she said, holding her doll up by one of its arms.
"Okaaaaay," Chris said with a scared look on his face. All of the campers were shuffling their feet uncomfortably and mumbling quiet 'hellos.'
"Don't forget to say hello to BooBoo, too. He doesn't want you to be afraid of us," Emma said with a pleading look in her eyes.
"Erm, hi, BooBoo…" Chris muttered, "You and BooBoo can just stand over there for now."
Emma shuffled to where the other contestants were standing, finally settling between Luna and Jay. Luna's eyes widened, and she suddenly smacked BooBoo out of Emma's hands; the doll landed with a splash in the placid waters of the lake. Emma's face twisted into a look of anguish, and she quickly ran to the edge of the dock, pulling BooBoo out as quickly as she could.
"Why would you do that to BooBoo?" Emma asked, tears welling up in her eyes. Luna's eyes darted from side to side in a look of panic and she began stuttering.
"I'm so sorry, but you cannot bring that, that thing anywhere near me!" Luna shouted, backing away from Emma and BooBoo.
"BooBoo isn't a thing! He has feelings, too," Emma corrected, hugging BooBoo close.
Luna was silent for a few seconds, "I… I suppose I should respect that," she said, beginning to regain her composure, though she still moved as far away from the doll as possible.
"Well, if we're all done having mental breakdowns," Chris said, directing his gaze toward Luna's shaken expression, "Can we please move on? Now let's welcome our next contestant, Jetlsje… no, that's not how you say it… Jellse! No, that's wrong too… okay, whoever you are, come out and tell me how to pronounce this," Chris said, holding up a sheet of paper with all of the contestants names on it.
A skinny girl with porcelain skin and a blonde pixie cut stepped off of the boat with a DJs turntable slung over her shoulder. She was wearing a pale blue sweater that was cut off before it reached her stomach, and regular blue jeans and black sneakers. She quickly pressed a button on her turntable and techno music blasted out of the speakers. Upon hearing the beats and the song, she immediately danced over to Chris, her green eyes bright with enthusiasm.
"It's Jeltsje," the girl corrected, "and I am so excited to be here!"
"Not that I'm not excited to see that you'reexcited to be here or anything," Chris said while nonchalantly pressing a different button on her turntable, silencing the music, "but I really hate techno, bro."
Jeltsje's grin grew even wider as she clicked the music back on, playfully sticking her tongue out and running to hide behind the other contenders. Chris sighed melodramatically, but let the cheery girl be.
"Fine, be like that, just remember that I have say in who wins this and the whole shebang," Chris threatened slyly. Jeltsje's hand directly flew up to turn the music off, "I thought you would change your mind!" Chris smiled, "Now without further adieu, let's welcome Reina Sato!"
A slim, very petite Japanese girl with flowing purple hair and sea blue eyes hopped onto the dock and walked nervously over to Chris.
"Um, h-hi, Chris," the girl stuttered, fidgeting with the hem of her green tank top and smoothing her skinny jeans, "I'm R-Reina."
"So you are," Chris replied, "Okaaaay, so if you're not going to say anything else, why did you audition?"
"T-to get money so that I could travel to Japan, and… I want to make some more friends," Reina still sounded a bit skittish, but the others could tell that she was slowly becoming more comfortable with the situation.
"Cool, now go stand in line," Chris said, mock sternness plaguing his voice. Reina, however, didn't pick up on his joke, and quickly skittered over to the other campers, "Another camper traumatized, this is going to be a great season," Chris smirked, "Now were a little over halfway though our campers, so let's say hi to Kaeezs Mark!"
A boy of average height with a slim but muscular build high-fived Chris. He had long, black, wavy locks, and deep green eyes; and was wearing a gold hoodie adorned with crowns, bleached jeans with a hole in one knee, and white and black shoes.
"Hey, man!" Kaeezs smiled, revealing dimples, "I'm stoked to meet some new people and win this thing!"
"Whoa, there," Chris eased, "We haven't even gotten to the first challenge yet, bro!"
"I know, but when we do, watch out," Kaeezs said, pointing to the other campers. He trotted over to the others, looking for someone interesting to stand next to, but after seeing one lock of purple hair, his mind was made up. He stood next to Reina and gave her a wide grin. Reina stared at him for a few moments, then caught herself and blushed, diverting her gaze in the opposite direction.
"Aloha, Fiorella Anne Kenzing!" Chris shouted to the next contestant. A very short girl wearing a flowing white tank top with an open brown vest, jean shorts and tall brown boots walked over to Chris. She had long black hair with wispy bangs, and a brown band was loosely wrapped around it. She practically skipped over to Chris, holding a pink flower in her hands.
"Hey, Chris! I brought you a flower, I thought it'd look pretty in your perfect hair," Fiorella giggled as she placed the flower behind Chris' ear. Chris' face paled, and he swayed as if he were about to pass out.
"Chris, man, you okay?" Fiorella questioned in a concerned tone, though she was still smirking. He didn't reply, and his face was frozen with the same horrified expression.
"Hair and makeup crew! NOW!" Chef commanded upon noticing that Chris had become unresponsive. A herd of interns swarmed around Chris, pushing Fiorella out of the way. Once they were done fixing his hair, Chris shooed them away crankily, and glare at Fiorella, who was cracking up. She casually walked over to the other contestants, making sure not to come into Chris' vicinity. The other campers gawked at her.
"Are you on freaking drugs?!" Aqua questioned incredulously.
"Actually, no, not at the moment," Fiorella laughed.
"Campers. Shut. Up!" Chris snarled impatiently, "Now bring out the next victim."
A beautiful, fair-skinned, curvy girl with doe-like brown eyes and long, black curls stepped in front of Chris. She was clothed in a royal blue three-quarter sleeved shirt and regular jeans, and she suspiciously had her hands crossed behind her back.
"Um, is this a bad time?" she questioned, revealing one of her hands by pointing to his furious expression.
"NO!" he shouted, then realized that she hadn't been the one that had annoyed him in the first place, and muttered a low apology, "I mean, no, you're fine. Sorry, Paige, go ahead."
"Actually, I what I meant to say was 'is this a bad time to bring you another flower?'" Paige said, pulling out a flower that looked exactly like the one that Fiorella had given Chris. The host's face flushed again, and he bit his lip from frustration, but he refused to be the source of even more laughter.
"No, Paige, as long as you get as far away as possible from me right now, it's not a problem," Chris grumbled through clenched teeth.
Paige giggled, and walked over to the others, "Hey, I'm Paige Flores—" she began, but was soon cut off by an angry cry from the opposite end of the dock.
"What did you do that for? You're going to give the poor man an aneurysm!" A tall, tanned boy with cerulean eyes, short, wavy black hair, a grey shirt and jeans was currently walking over to Chris, "Are you okay?" the boy said, putting an arm around Chris' shoulders.
"Jacob. Get your arms off of me, dude!" Chris yelled, clearly losing his patience with anyone who came anywhere near him, "Now go stand by Paige and introduce yourself!"
Jacob looked stunned, but nonetheless, he shoved his hands into his pockets, ashamed, and walked over to Paige.
"I'm sorry, sir," he said, directing his gaze toward Chris, "and I'm also sorry, Paige."
"Apology accepted," Paige smiled lightly, "Now let me finish. Anyway, my name is Paige Flores, and… I totally forgot what I was going to say. Okay, you're up."
"Oh, okay. Uh, I'm Jacob Aristol, and um… yeah, that's pretty much it," he said, nervously pausing a few times, then giving up and walking over to join the other campers.
"Do you see what this show would be like without me? Über boring!" Chris said to the camera, regaining some of his ego, "Now we only have six more campers to go, let's welcome our last female camper, Miss Alika Falke!"
A girl of about Jay's height with a slim, hourglass figure and an olive complexion stepped onto the dock. She had voluminous but short, black curls spiraling out of her head, and light grey eyes. She was wearing a black crocheted neckline top, jean shorts and black converse, and a purity ring shined from her left hand.
"My name's Alika," the girl said in a hushed tone, staring down at her shuffling feet.
"Hey there, Alika, happy to be here?" Chris smiled.
"Uh, yeah, definitely," Alika replied curtly, walking over to the others.
"Well," Chris said, pretending to be offended, "Anyway, we have a special surprise for our next camper, come on out Gale Santos!"
A Filipino boy that was at the very least six foot five inches waved bemusedly at everyone while walking onto the dock. His black and dark locks were cut short in the back, but in the front, a fringe of hair partially covered his dark brown eyes—particularly his left. He was dressed in loose denim shorts, an open white polo shirt that revealed an eight pack, and sandals.
"Hey Chris, I'm really happy to be here, but what's going on?" Gale questioned, cocking his head to the side.
"You have no idea how glad I am that you asked," Chris said, a malicious grin on his face, "Galleria, you can come out now!"
Gale's jaw dropped and he put his head in his hands as his twin sister walked out of one of the cabins on the island, running full-speed toward him.
"Hey Gale!" Galleria gushed, running over and hugging her brother, "Happy to see me? I'm an intern here, isn't that great?"
"Ugh, I thought you'd be safe and under extreme parental supervision while I was gone!" Gale groaned.
Galleria bit her lip as if deep in thought, but then returned to smiling and shook her head, "Uh, nope! But now you can watch me! Which isn't exactly a plus for me, but I'll deal."
"You'd better! I'm still worried though, I mean, you saw what happened to the interns last season," Gale pointed out.
"Yeah, but I'm a trapeze artist! I'll have no problem testing out challenges for you guys," Galleria countered.
"Okay, okay, enough with the sibling rivalry, please just introduce yourselves to the others," Chris said impatiently.
The two siblings turned toward the other contestants, "Hey everyone, we're twins. She's a trapeze artist and I'm a lion tamer, so don't get on our bad sides," Gale threatened playfully.
"You'll all be meeting the rest of the interns sooner or later, they're going to be a gigundo part of this season," Chris said, "Okay, so now let's welcome our next contestant, Nick McWiggen!"
A few seconds passed, but nobody was seen walking out of the boat. Suddenly, the campers all started giggling under their breath and hushing eachother.
"What's so funny?" Chris asked, his face creasing in anger.
"Tag, you're it!" A short, tanned boy with shaggy dark brown hair jumped out from behind Chris. He was wearing a black tee-shirt with the words 'Got Game?' emblemized across the front in white, and baggy jean shorts with white Vans; he was currently juggling a can of red spray paint in one hand and laughing. He had written 'Kick Me, I'm Egotistical' across the back of Chris' shirt, and Chris was looking over his shoulder and spinning himself in circles in a desperate attempt to see what had been written on his back.
"I owe my confidence to video games! Yeah!" Nick shouted, running to hide behind the other contestants.
"I'm really, really, really starting to hate this season's campers. A lot!" Chris said with a deadpan look on his face, "Hopefully our next contestant will be better."
A tan boy with golden blond hair that covered one of his bright blue eyes, a ripped yellow shirt and dark blue jeans with a lighter hanging off of a chain in his pocket ran onto the dock, a lit torch in his hands.
"Yeah, fire!!!!" the boy shouted, plunging one fist into the air.
"Nope, never mind. He's not better," Chris sighed.
"Hey, Chris, I'm Todd Mavis, and look, I brought my own torch!" the boy babbled rapidly, sticking his torch in Chris's face. Chris quickly snatched the torch form Todd's hands and threw it into the lake, where it immediately sank to the bottom.
"That's okay, my torch works much better at the bottom of a lake," Todd said sarcastically, a rejected look on his face.
"Sorry, dude, I can't risk burns on this gorgeous face," Chris grinned.
Todd rolled his eyes and walked toward the other campers. He stopped directly in front of Jinx and looked her up and down.
"Wow, you're kind of flat-chested, aren't you?" he questioned. Jinx looked appalled.
"Excuse me?" she shouted, slapping him across the face full-force.
"Uh, nothing," he said recoiling and walking quickly away from her.
"Oh, the drama!" Chris said greedily, "Okay, we're almost done here, then we can get to the gut-wrenching challenges! But first, let's say hello to Remy Sky Walker!"
A tall, tanned boy with black and red spiked hair and dark blue eyes waved from the boat. Suddenly, he paused, and a somewhat evil grin entered his face. He climbed up on the rails of the boat and dove into the lake, splashing everyone—namely Chris.
When the boy surfaced, he lay floating on his back for a while, laughing at the generally ticked-off vibe that the other campers (plus Chris) were radiating. He hoisted himself onto the dock and ruffled his hair to dry it out. His blue converse, jean shorts and black tee-shirt with flames at the bottom were soaked.
"Cool shirt, man," Todd complimented.
"Thanks, dude! And F.Y.I., Chris, the name's Gambit," Remy corrected, pointing to himself.
"I'll be sure to remember that, 'Gambit,'" Chris said sarcastically white making air quotes.
"You make sure of that," Gambit threatened. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked over to the other campers. Immediately, Reina caught his eye.
"Hey, short stuff," he smirked, while standing next to her. Reina's face flushed from embarrassment and she tried desperately to look in the opposite direction, until she remembered that that was where Kaeezs was standing.
Confession Cam
"My gosh, I felt like I was sandwiched between them!" Reina vented, "It was like there was no escape! It was terrible."
End Confession Cam
"We are down to our final camper, everyone!" Chris shouted excitedly. He couldn't wait to start the challenges and cause some pain, "Hey, Dosko Vanders!"
"Hey, Chris! I'm so pumped!" Dosko greeted in a surprisingly cheery manner, despite his emo appearance. He was wearing an open, tight black jacket over a Gorillaz tee-shirt, black skinny jeans and black converse. His eyes were sky blue, and his hair was jet black with a red streaked fringe that covered his left eye. He had filed and painted his nails black, and was wearing a bit of black eye shadow as well.
Chris chuckled, "Hey, brah, how does it feel to be our last camper?"
"Really fantastic and—" Dosko gushed, abruptly stopping and gasping exaggeratedly, "Wait, does that mean that we get to start challenges now?! Yesssssssssssss!"
"Yep, that it does, not go stand over there and I'll assign the teams," Chris said, pointing to the campers. Dosko excitedly ran over, grinning the whole way.
"Okay, so here's how it's going to be: Jovanne, Kimmi, Jay, Kaeezs, Reina, Emma, Fiorella, Wyatt, Jinx, Grant, and Dosko, you will be the Spitting Eagles!" Chris shouted, "And you will be occupying the cabins to my left. Remember, it's not co-ed!"
Some of the campers sighed at this, and others looked extremely relieved.
"Okay, the rest of you: Luna, Alika, Yami, Paige, Jacob, Nick, Aqua, Gale, Todd, Jeltsje, and Gambit, you will be the Irritable Elks! And you will be situated in the cabins to my right!"
All of the Irritable Elk campers groaned at how much lamer their team name was.
"Now, I was going to let you guys get settled, but after meeting some of you brats, I don't think I want to," Chris insulted, smiling spitefully, "Your first challenge begins now. Now on the count of three, race to the top of the mountain at the center of the island. And before you ask, no, Chef and I will not help you find it. One… two… three… GO!"
A/N: Well, finally! I am so sorry that it took me so long to get the first chapter out, but I didn't want the first chapter to be too short or have too little detail (which is obviously not a problem, seeing how long this thing turned out to be!) So I hope it was worth the wait! If I made your character at any point, please tell me! I don't want anybody to be unhappy with how their character is portrayed!
One last thing… I was an idiot when I made the applications. I totally forgot to ask your characters likes and dislikes, even after I reminded myself to write that down time after time. I know some of you included them (thank you!!!), but if you all could PM me your characters' likes and dislikes, I would seriously worship you! Haha! You don't have to get back to me too quickly, because I'll be leaving for a weeklong vacation tomorrow (again, I'm really sorry, but don't worry, I'll be spending all my spare time writing chapter two, so by the time I get back, there willbe a finished chapter!) It's just that the second challenge has to do with the likes and dislikes of the characters (the second challenge, not the first, so you have time!)
Actually, just fill this out XD:
Favorite/Least Favorite Food:
Favorite/Least Favorite Band:
Favorite/Least Favorite Sport (if they don't like any sports, you can put that):
Favorite/Least Favorite Animal:
Favorite/Least Favorite Hobby/Activity:
Any other likes and dislikes:
Thanks for your patience, guys, and I hope you enjoyed!