AN: Originally, this chapter is previously intended to consist the previews of all OCs. But since things are kinda taking very long and it seems that many can't wait, I have decided it best to post about a third of the overall previews, I have written about 50% of those over the course of two months. Before you can even say anything, the reason for sporadic updates is because I've been experiencing a SEVER lack of motivation for the past months.
Anyway, this chapter and the next two will be solely about the previews showcasing the Original characters belonging to me and you. These are to see them in action and to inform me of any portrayal of behaviours. Each set in daily time periods(Morning, Afternoon, Night). This chapter is set in Morning, next will be in Afternoon and the chapter after that in Night.
With all explained... Let go!
Premiere Eve
The greatest season of Total Drama has begun. Fifty-two contestants from the previous seasons will compete with thirty-one participants of the Ridonculous Race and twenty-five newcomers for the grand prize of one-billion dollars in a one-of-a-kind island. Tensions and bonds blossomed between some veterans and newcomers and three returning veterans showed significant changes since their latest appearance. The last newcomers made an explosive entrance and one contestant recognizes them as a heinous group from his past. The same contestant and the apparent leader didn't bother to hide their brutally violent rivalry from everyone, with several being caught in the crossfire.
"Hello there TD Fans. It's me, your beloved host Chris… Mclean! Tomorrow's the big day. Today we will fetch our new campers from their homes, the old ones along with those from RR are already here. I've made sure to put each generation on separate yachts to prevent any cross-seasonal interaction; i want those things caught on camera you know. But since our producers have spent much on the upcoming season, we are left with only a single limousine to catch 'em all, meaning we have to fetch EACH of our newcomers on individual schedules and bring to them here one-by-one. But on the bright side, our lonely limousine is driven by our beloved co-host - Chef Hatchet. Well that's all folks and prepare yourselves for the premiere of... TOTAL! DRAMA! EDEN!"
The rhythmic sound of footsteps smashing on the ground resounded over the empty track-and-field, blending with the discernible gasps for air.
A white-skinned young man is running on the field, having a muscular body that befits his status as an athlete. His brown hair slicked back and kept that way by a gel while his blue eyes fixed forward on the field, his clothing consists of a completely blue track suit and white sneakers.
This man is Gregor Ramsey - Canada's most-prized Olympian. But to the world at large, he is more identified by his title 'The Olympic Emperor', an achievement he earned for consecutively winning the Olympic Games for Canada in the recent years.
This is his 20th and final lap. The entire field is 250 meters in diameter and it has been about half an hour since he started. Something like this is very exhausting for an ordinary person to accomplish, as their legs would collapse on overexertion. But to Gregor, this is all but a part of his morning rituals, an early morning ritual considering that it's 5:30 in the morning.
He finally ran past the finish line and came to a halt, taking a few moments to breath before taking a towel from his pocket to wipe the sweat on his forehead.
"5 additional laps. Very impressive Gregor"
Indeed. 15 was the original goal all along but he decided to add an additional five as a challenge.
Gregor turned and saw a person walking straight to him. It was a middle-aged man with a bulky body, wearing a plain white shirt, black jogging pants and same coloured shoes. He has a pair of brown eyes and black hair kept underneath a red cap.
"Coach Reeds" the athlete greeted his instructor. This is one of the times where his instructor accompanies and monitors him as he ran on the field. "I appreciate the compliment sir" his instructor smiled in return.
"You ready?" His instructor asked, aware of his audition on Total Drama.
"Of course" Gregor replied, in a tone denoting mild exhaustion. "Packed my stuff before going here. Just need to go home and take a shower" he explained. Reeds turned back and started walking away.
"I'll give you a ride, come with me"
Within the confines of a two-storey house, the sounds of a saxophone can be heard. This can be traced to a bedroom where a young girl is seen playing the said instrument as she lay seated on a chair facing the open window. She had a white skin along with blue eyes behind her polished glasses and freckles on her cheeks. The girl wore a white undershirt accompanied by jeans and running shoes, both having the colour of blue but the latter having white as a secondary colour. On her neck is a silver necklace bearing a musical note charm, something quite befitting due to her musical profession.
Her loose brown hair began waving slightly as the morning air entered her room through the window. Her only response was to close her eyes and revel as the cold breeze of the wind touched her bare skin.
Good time by Carly Rae Jepsen. That was the song she was playing with her instrument. Unlike the usual musicians, there were no notes in her vicinity. She had intensively memorized every detail of the song enough to disregard the usage of any guidelines – in short, peerlessness.
For the last two years, this has become a part of her morning ritual; usually done while breakfast is underway. Indeed, one could smell the salivating aroma of food downstairs.
The song soon reached its conclusion. The girl's lips soon parted away from the mouthpiece as she took a breath.
"Alice, breakfast is ready" came a voice from downstairs. The tone was gentle in a sense, seemingly belonging to a middle-aged woman.
Alice M. Willof complied and stood from her seat, leaving her instrument on the bed. Upon arriving downstairs to the kitchen, she saw the prepared breakfast on the circular dining table. The fragrance of the pancakes with butter and syrup was appealing as always, all find it irresistible to eat of such delicacy.
She sat down and started eating, chewing the food slowly and gently. On the other side of the table is her mother; from top to bottom, Alice is completely identical to her save for the black hair. Her own brown hair is, by far, the only trait she ever inherited from her father. She works as a receptionist at a luxurious hotel in downtown, having a decent pay-grade to maintain their standard of living.
"Tomorrow's the big day" her mother remarked, clearly referring to the upcoming season of Total Drama "Are you ready?"
"Yeah mom" Alice answered back with a smile as she chew her food "I've already prepared my things last night"
"Well that's good, you wouldn't want anything to be left behind right? Especially the saxophone" She reminded as she drank her tea.
The saxophone is Alice's most prized possession, valuing it over all of her belongings. The instrument previously belonged to her father, who works as a musician at a local five-star restaurant.
"Of course!" she screamed in shock, taken aback at such thought "I'm gonna lose my mind if something like that ever happened!"
"Which is why you need to recheck" Alice's mother instructed sweetly, pointing her teaspoon at her daughter. She plays the instrument several times a day as her hobby, simply a result of inheriting her husband's musical trait; mix that with her own profound determination and the result would be Alice.
Breakfast has been finished a few minutes later. Alice was drinking from the small carton of milk beside her when her mother called her attention once more.
"But…" Unlike the usual demeanour before, this time she sounds solemn. Alice stared intently as a result. "… I still have my concerns. Especially the challenges requiring physical activity"
It was all but natural for a parent to feel worry for their child, especially when their participating in a contest notorious for its dangerous challenges and sadistic host. But what made her worry much more is about the scars all over her daughter's legs, which is the result of a boating accident that constrained her into walking at the young age of 10. The doctor even said that attempting to hasten her pace even in the slightest would result to an agonized aching.
"I'll be fine mom" Alice reassured, trying to alleviate her mother's worry "I mentioned it in my audition tape, surely Mclean and the producers would take notice. Otherwise, we could do what Whiny-Courtney always does – sue"
"But did you also mentioned… how you communicate with others" her mother asked. The accident imparted scars that are not only physical but emotional as well. From that day forward, Alice had refrained from ever speaking to anyone save for her and her husband, resorting to a board and marker to communicate instead, This has already been a concern for them since they once caught a glimpse of their daughter being persecuted by a group of popular students, it was only with their intervention that prevented things from escalating into a mess "Sweetie, you and I watched Total Drama together and I know the that there are mean people there that would definitely harass or even exploit you simply because of your nature-"
"-and we've also seen how everybody behaves in the show, giving me the idea of who to trust and who watch out for"
Alice's mother could do nothing but sigh in both defeat and understanding, knowing well how her daughter can be persistent in certain situations such as this.
"Alright…" she conceded to her daughter "Anyway, You should get fully dressed; the limousine might arrive anytime soon"
With that, Alice went back to her room and wore a red sweater from the cabinet. After that, she ducked her hand to her pocket and retrieved a black scrunchie, which she used to clasp her brown hair into a ponytail. With her completely dressed up she turned to her bed and saw the board and marker she uses to communicate; she walks over and grabs them. Alice stares at the two objects for as one thought crossed her mind.
"Oh well, it seems like I'm won't be speaking for a few months"
Ever since her childhood, she considered the kitchen to be her happy place. Sure she's home, but being here made her feel much more comfortable like this room is her actual home. This is her place of peace and happiness, to where she'll retreat in times of stress or to simply seek enjoyment.
Pansy Beaumont leaned forward and inhaled the aroma rising from the stock pot before her, giving a satisfactory smile at how perfectly it was cooked. Physically, she's a black skinned girl in a chef's clothing without a toque; her black hair tied in a ponytail as her green eyes stared at the bubbling liquid in the pot.
As someone hailing from a long-line of chefs and a daughter of a world renowned Chef Antoine Beaumont, It's only natural to feel pride as a cook.
"Magnifique!" she remarked in an understandably French accent. What she is making is a French soup called bisque, a creamy soup made out of several crustaceans "The stew is cooked perfectly" she then scooped some into a prepared bowl using a ladle before heading to the table. She had decided to prepare a meal while waiting for the limousine as a means to kill some time.
She dipped her spoon at the bisque and took a taste.
"Mmm…" Pansy let out a muffled sound. "Délicieux as ever"
The sipping of a tea resounded all over the room, followed by a moan of satisfaction. Accompanying it is a music playing on the background, originating from the phone on a nearby desk. The music itself can be described as serenading, composed to be relaxing for the mind as well as sharpening one's cognitive capability; the peaceful atmosphere simply adding to the effect.
Josh McCullen returned the half-drunk tea cup to its small plate and he resumed his work in alone in the living room. He possessed a white complexion; a result of spending more time in the confines of their house rather than outdoors. He has a jet black hair with purple-dyed bangs that was well-groomed and teal eyes kept narrowed at his activity. He has a piercing on his right ear and two more beneath his lip.
Josh's current clothing is a grey long-sleeves and dark-grey jeans. His feet fitted with a pair of comfortable slippers, made entirely out of soft materials.
Josh's focus remained fixed at the Sketchpad laid on the table. For the past 10 minutes, he had been drawing a landscape of several mountains that he had seen in Google. It was nearing completion though; he just had to remember the few missing details.
His thoughts were interrupted when the serenading music immediately changed into a ringing one. Josh gently dropped his pencil and grabbed his phone, only to discover that it was his mother who was calling.
"Hey mom" he spoke softly yet sincerely. His mother is currently on her job as a flight-attendant on a plane touring towards Europe whereas his father has the occupation of a police officer.
"How's everything Josh?" she inquired over the phone as she had done countless times before.
"Everything's fine" Josh replied as he grabbed his pencil once more, intending to continue his task with the conversation "Lunch is done and… I'm all packed up"
"Well that's good. How's Natalie?"
On cue, his 10-year old sister walked right in; sitting on a couch with a phone hand and earphones; she wore a pink T-shirt and white pants. Unlike him, she had a blonde hair and blue eyes that she inherited from their father and mother respectively.
"She's cool" he replied with a smile.
"Don't forget to remind her to lock the doors OK, Love you Josh… and good luck"
"Thanks mom, bye" with that he hung up the phone and continued on with his sketch. It was finally completed after 5 minutes had passed. Josh then donned a black T-shirt depicting purple ghost symbol over his long-sleeves in preparation for the limousine.
A white-skinned girl can be seen seated on her bed. She had a long burgundy hair that was tied into a wild bouncy pony tail that reached her waist and electrifying green eyes with a few freckles on her face. She wore a red shoulder-less skin tight shirt depicting a treble clef, black ripped leggings and combat boots along with fingerless fishnet gloves. Furthermore, she is quite buxom to a certain degree.
Right now, she is tuning her electric guitar. It was the Stratocaster type, purely coloured red. Many electric guitars can be seen hanging on the walls, polished and well-kept but the one in her hands are by far her favourite.
And it's the one she's bringing with her tomorrow...
... But not before she plays a song with it first.
"Hmm… what song should I play" she drawled while caressing her chin.
Lucy Peyton, in a playful manner, smacks her head for a few moments before finally getting one.
"THAT'S IT!" Instantly, she jumped from the bed to her feet.
Lucy began playing her guitar as loud as possible while she sings the song Bad Romance by Lady Gaga. There was never a need to be subtle since she's all alone in the house.
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga oh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it's free
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love-love-love, I want your love
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad
Your bad romance
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love and
All your lovers revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh! Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
I want your horror
I want your design
'Cause you're a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
I want your psycho, your vertigo shtick
Want you in my rear window
Baby you're sick, I want your love
Love-love-love, I want your love
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, bad romance
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love and
All your lovers revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh! Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh! Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga oh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Walk, walk fashion baby, work it move that bitch crazy
Walk-walk fashion baby, work it move that bitch crazy
Walk-walk fashion baby, work it move that bitch crazy
Walk-walk passion baby, work it I'm a free bitch baby
I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don't wanna be friends
I don't wanna be friends, I don't wanna be friends
I don't wanna be friends, I don't wanna be friends
Want your bad romance, want your bad romance
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love and
All your lovers revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh! Want your bad romance
Caught in a bad romance
Want your bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh! Want your bad romance
Caught in a bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
At the song's end, Lucy raised her arm before slamming the strings of the guitar as hard as possible, producing a loud noise that managed to trail for a few seconds.
"YEAH!" Lucy screamed victoriously after her performance. After a few seconds, she noticed a limousine arrive in front of the house through her bedroom window. Out came from it is the driver and the co-host of the Total Drama contests - Chef Hatchet "Hi Chef!" Lucy slid the transparent glass sidewards and waved enthusiastically at the man below "I'll be down there in a sec, just gonna carry my things" with that she sprinted to her bed and grabbed her duffel bag before bolting downstairs.
"Hey Gary!"
A slightly tanned, small skinny teenager can be seen sitting on a long sofa with his legs placed on the table. The living room and, by extension, the house is quite quiet this morning. His parents are as always out to work, leaving him alone here. Although they know that he'll be leaving for Total Drama in the afternoon and informed him to lock the door this time. The last time he didn't resulted to about a half of their furniture being stolen; he got grounded for a month as a result of his clumsiness.
He wears a green button-up shirt coupled with black jeans and black & white rubber shoes. His grey eyes fixed on the puppet in a lumberjack clothing on his lap while his black neck-length wavy hair rests on the pillow behind his head.
/What is it… Ryder?/ the puppet moved its mouth as if it was actually the one talking, though the different voice clearly belonged to the teenager.
It's basically something you'll expect from a Ventriloquist. He had prided himself with such talent, considering that it was self-taught. Ventriloquism was his first step in becoming a comedian, something he'd dreamt of since his childhood. Of course, his parents gave him their blessing.
"Well…" Ryder Griffin rolled his eyes in a playful manner "Are you excited for tomorrow. We'll be on international television" he said with a smile.
'Is that even a question mate?!' The puppet asked in a somewhat annoyed tone "Of course I am."
"Yeah but we still have to wait for the limousine to arrive. Anyway while we wait, how about a joke?" He proposed to his friend with an expectant smile.
'Sure' replied Gary in what can be described as an upbeat tone.
"OK. Who is the most popular person in the world…? But also the lamest one around?"
'Who?'
"Its Chris…! Mclame!"
Both puppet and puppet-master began howling in laughter. As time passed, both kept trading jokes again and again.
A boy carefully tiptoes towards the front door of a house, making sure that no sound would be heard. His fair-skinned body clothed in a navy blue sleeveless vest with a grey sweater underneath along with a black pants and a pair of similarly coloured formal shoes, with a silvery heart locket hanging on his neck. He has a shaggy neck-length ginger hair with loose bangs hanging on his forehead and steel grey eyes vigilant yet gleaming with mischief.
In his arms are 10 cartons of rotten eggs and 5 cartons of spoiled milk bounded together by duct tape in a cubical shape. Hidden at the centre of this foul-scented object is a home-made time-bomb built from firecrackers and an old phone.
He gently placed the bomb on the green floor mat and quickly dashed back behind the shrubs surrounding the house. He gently sat on the ground and picked up a walkie-talkie.
"Package is placed. What's your ETA Spade?" he took a peek at the bomb.
"Right about now… Slade"
Slade Williams darted his look at the roof where his twin brother suddenly appeared. Despite being born as fraternal twins, Spade Williams is completely identical to him in a physical sense save for a few aspects. Spade wears a plain white T-shirt with Black jeans as well as with a pair of black and white converse shoes, a Sterling silver moon locket around his neck and a simple black choker.
In Spade's hands is a bucket full of spoiled tuna. Spade positioned himself above the front door.
Why are they doing this? Apparently, a bully humiliated a friend of theirs during the last day of school in front of everyone and now they have decided to take matters into their own hands. The twins have prepared everything from the procedure to the escape plan, their bicycles already prepared nearby. Of course, the said bully would be pissed and would seek revenge at them. Unfortunately for the bully, he wouldn't be able to get his revenge since the twins would leave for Total Drama later this day, meaning they'd be gone for months.
"I'm in position" Spade replied to the walkie-talkie.
"Phase one complete. Begin Phase two" with a devilish grin, Slade stood from the shrubs. He grabbed the detonator in his pocket and hid it behind his back "HEY MITCH! HELLOOOOOOOO. MIIIIIIITCH!"
"WHAT!" the said bully appeared in the open widow. He has a stocky figure clothed in a brown T-shirt and black jeans. His hair hidden by black beanie and his brown eyes casts a murderous glare at Slade. In his hand is a soda that appears to be on the verge of being crushed.
"Enjoying Summer?" Slade asked with a confident smirk.
"Yeah… so" the bully asked back, clearly irritated.
"Hehe… just asking. Please go back to your couch and continue watching TV… SLUG FACE"
"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALLED ME!" Out of pure rage, Mitch completely crushed the soda before darting towards the door, intending to give Slade a beating.
As soon as he opened the door, Slade pushed the trigger.
SPBLASK!
Rotten egg yolk and spoiled milk splattered all-over the area, drenching Mitch from head to toe with the vile substances. Not allowing him to recover from shock, Spade poured the contents of the bucket unto the bully.
Mitch began gagging in disgust at the very repugnant odour and the substances on his body whilst both twins began howling in laughter. The bully immediately collapsed on all fours and began retching uncontrollably.
Not wanting this moment to be missed, Slade took out his phone and started taking pictures
"Oh ho man, just as we expected"
After a few shots, Slade ran away.
"Heh, that's payback for what you did to George" Spade soon followed, climbing back to the ground using the tall ladder he placed behind the house. He soon joined his brother somewhere in the street and rode the bicycles they have prepared.
AN: As you may have noticed Gregor and Alice's attire are different from the description (though Alice wears hers completely at the end). This is to show that they are just readying since they are the first ones shown, hence the first ones to be picked up by Chef.
PS: Described number of contestants in both summary and previous chapter have been corrected.