Another update! Woohoo!
This would have been up sooner if my life wasn't so crazy busy.
And I know you're all probably expecting the phobia factor challenge, but I'm still figuring out everyone's fears, so in the meantime, here's some drama.
I don't own Total Drama.
Flag Wars
"Last time on Total Drama Island, the contestants participated in a fun and safe camp classic – a scavenger hunt! Courtney almost got eaten by a bear before she and Zoey fell off a cliff. They almost died – it was great!" Chris announced. "Dawn, Noah and Scott got sprayed by a family of skunks, and Lindsay tried out a fragrant new face-mask formula. In the end, the Bears sent B home after a tearful departure of forgiveness and friendship. Who will get the boot tonight in the most dramatic campfire ceremony yet?"
Cue theme song.
Noah awoke to wood shavings hitting his face periodically, and when he opened his eyes, he found Scott sitting nearby him, whittling away at his spear. When the ginger-haired boy noticed that Noah was awake, he smirked. "Well good morning, sunshine."
"Do you have to do that?" Noah asked in irritation, brushing the shavings off his face as he sat up.
"You and the fairy princess sleep well?"
Noah rubbed his shoulder, which was sore from his having slept on a picnic bench all night. "I didn't, and I couldn't care less about her."
"So your little sleepover wasn't fun after all? What a shame."
Noah frowned in annoyance. "I hardly see how being banished from the cabins because we smell like skunk counts as a sleepover." Scott, who was still whittling, flicked another wood shaving onto Noah's shirt, making the boy's frown even more annoyed as he brushed it off. "Can I help you with something?"
"I don't know – can you?" Scott said with a smirk before he walked away without another word.
Confessional
"What is that guy's problem?" Noah asked with a frown. "I have a feeling that it's got something to do with his precious 'fairy queen' or whatever it is that he calls her. And let me be the first to say, he's welcome to her and her stupid pet skunks."
"Hi Sadie." Harold greeted the rival team member with a smile. "Are you feeling better today?"
She nodded and offered a half smile. "Yeah."
"Good thing you're warmer now. You could have caught hypothermia or something, being locked in that freezer for so long."
"That would have been, like, so bad."
"Yeah. Good thing I know how to treat people suffering from hypothermia."
"Wow, that's really lucky!" Sadie said. "You must be, like, really smart!"
"Yeah, I'm kind of like Albert Einstein if Albert Einstein were to be reincarnated." Harold said.
Sadie put her hands to her mouth to cover her giggle. Then, her giggling ceased as she seemed to come to a sudden realization. "I didn't thank you for letting me out of the freezer, did I?"
"No, you didn't."
"Well, thank you."
"Do any of you maggots feel like explaining why my entire kitchen stinks of skunk?" Chef Hatchet demanded as he walked into the mess hall. Sadie glanced at her teammates and saw Cameron waving to her to join the rest of the team at the table.
"It was really bad." Harold said with a nod as Sadie turned to join her team.
"What was?" Sadie asked, glancing back at the ruddy-haired geek.
"The skunk smell in the kitchen yesterday. It was rank in there when I let you out of the freezer. Didn't you notice?"
"No, actually."
"Well, you were probably too cold."
"Yeah." Sadie said with a nod before she joined her team at the table.
"Where are you going, Bridge?" Mike asked the freckle-faced blonde as she picked up a plate and turned towards the door of the mess hall.
"To give this to Scott. He can't sit with us while he stinks of skunk." Bridgette responded before she headed out.
Sadie brought a spoonful of food up to her lips and paused a moment. "Wow, there are a lot of skunks around here." She commented before Chef emerged from the kitchen once more, this time brandishing a massive knife.
"And would any of you care to explain why the inside of my refrigerator door is full of dents?"
Sadie gulped, her dark eyes wide as she regarded Chef Hatchet and the butcher's knife he wielded. "You know, on second thought, I'm not that hungry after all." And she fled the mess hall in the most non-suspicious speed-walk she could manage.
"Good morning campers! We've got lots of fun in store for you today!" Chris announced with an enthusiastic grin. The assembled teens looked nervous at the prospect of another challenge that Chris considered fun. "It's a camp classic – capture the flag!"
Chef handed three flags to each of the teams while Chris turned with a megaphone to make sure Noah, Dawn and Scott, all still outcast because of their skunky stench, could hear what he was saying.
"It's not too dangerous, is it?" DJ asked, looking down at the furry grey bundle in his arms. "I don't want Bunny to get hurt."
Chris frowned at DJ but otherwise ignored his words. "Each team has been given three flags. The first team to get three of another team's flags wins the challenge! Our interns were kind enough to gather a large pile of junk here for you to use as supplies. Build a fortress, make weapons – anything goes as long as you capture the other teams' flags!"
"Hey Gwen!" Mike called to the teal-and-black haired goth girl, waving her over to him.
Gwen, Zoey and Trent paused as they looked over at the brunette male. Trent glanced at Zoey who was trying not to stare at what she'd described earlier as Mike's perfect hair, and then at Gwen. "I didn't know you were friends with Mike."
Gwen herself looked perplexed. "I'm not. I should probably go and see what he wants though."
"Put in a good word for Zoey, will you?" Trent whispered to the goth as she passed.
"Planning on it." she said with a nod as she turned and began to make her way over to Mike.
Confessional
"I guess Bridgette told him that someone here at camp has a crush on him." Gwen said with a shrug. "I suppose I should have expected that, but still. . . although I guess that makes my plan to help Zoey a little bit easier."
"Hi Mike, how's it going?"
"Not bad. And you?"
"Fine thanks." Gwen said, scratching the back of her head. "So I guess Bridgette told you, huh?"
"Yeah." Mike nodded. He looked awkward for a moment, before speaking again. "So. . . how are you liking being on the island so far?"
"It sucks." Gwen answered with a shrug. "But some of the people I've met are alright."
"Well, that's good."
"If you're quite finished fraternizing with the enemy-" Heather began.
"I'm not, actually." Gwen snapped, causing Heather to walk off in a huff. Then she glanced back at Mike. "And then there's Heather. She's in a league all her own."
"Don't get along, huh?"
"Not in a million years." Gwen said. "I've never met such a bossy, superficial control freak in all my life."
"She sounds terrible."
"She is.
"It sucks that you're stuck on the same team as she is." Mike said, putting a hand on Gwen's shoulder as if to comfort her. They both glanced down at his hand as though surprised, then Mike tore his hand away as though Gwen's shoulder was suddenly on fire. "I should probably get back to my team. It was nice talking to you!"
"Okay, bye." Gwen said quietly as the other boy fled. Then with a shrug, she returned to her own team where Heather was seething and had apparently decided to take out her aggression on LeShawna, who looked as though she was about ready to return the favour by giving Heather a beat down. It wasn't until she had reunited with her own team that Gwen realized she'd forgotten to mention to Mike just how awesome and available Zoey was.
"Here, protect this." Jo commanded, one hand covering her nose and the other tossing a flag in their direction.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Noah asked with an unamused look at the blonde jock. "Knowing how athletic I am?"
"Don't worry. Nobody wants to come within ten feet of you two. You stink!"
"Gee thanks." Noah said, still not amused. "Hey, maybe you should give us each a flag and we'll stand at opposite ends of camp to protect them."
"No, you two need to stick together. Your stench is more potent when you're together." Jo said, before turning to leave the two of them once more. "Don't screw up!"
Confessional
Noah looked even less impressed than usual, disproving all theories that such a feat was not possible. "Typical. I get stuck with Dawn again. I'd rather team up with anyone but the skunk whisperer. Because of her, I had to sleep on a picnic table last night. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable that was? Ugh, this stinks - pun intended. Life, why do you hate me so?"
"Are the teams ready?" Chris asked the teens, glancing from one to the other and grinning over the fact that none of the teams looked anywhere near prepared. Then in one breath, Chris made a quick announcement in one breath while Chef waved a checkered flag. "Great! Readysetgo!"
"Wait, what?" Tyler asked, standing up too quickly and hitting his head on the metal bar above him and knocking himself to the ground.
"AAAAARGH!" Jo screamed, charging at the Bass team's nearest flag.
Both Harold on the Killer Bass team and Cameron on the Thrashing Bears team seemed to have had the same idea and had both fashioned themselves armour out of the scrap, although Cameron's was much less makeshift than Harold's.
"I'll defend us!" Harold announced, charging forward with his broom handle as though hoping to hold off Jo from taking their team's flag. Unfortunately for Harold, his armour was not as effective as he'd hoped it would be, and after Jo aimed a punch at the geek's stomach, he dropped to the ground with a moan of agony.
"Oh my gosh! That looked like it really hurt!" Sadie cried out in alarm, ceasing her mad dash for the Bass's flag and glancing down at the ruddy-haired boy for a moment.
"It did." Harold managed to groan.
"Are you okay?" Sadie asked.
"Yeah, fine." Harold moaned as he rolled over.
"Oh, right! The challenge!" Sadie cried out, before resuming her mad dash for the same flag that Jo was going after.
Suddenly a George-of-the-Jungle-eque battle cry pierced the air and suddenly Izzy was soaring high above everyone's heads, clinging to a vine. "Izzy's gonna win it!"
"Dakota! Watch out!" Cody cried out, shoving the girl out of the way in desperation, only to end up with Izzy's foot planted firmly in his groin. The breath knocked out of him, Cody dropped to the ground with a high-pitched squeak. "Ow."
Confessional
"Cody fixed my phone and now he saved me from Izzy. He's kind of like my knight in shiny armour." Dakota's arms were crossed over her chest as though she was cold. "And I get this weird mushy feeling inside whenever I'm around him."
"Lindsay, Beth, do not let this flag out of your sight for one second! If you don't protect it from the other teams, I can't save you from being eliminated if we lose." Heather instructed.
"Got it!" Beth agreed with a nod, spraying saliva with each word. "What are you going to do?"
"Supervise." Heather said simply, taking a seat on a nearby suitcase to file her nails. Unfortunately the suitcase, which Heather had ordered Beth to drag from the junk pile for her to sit on, then fell open and unleashed a raccoon on the queen bee.
The bandit-masked animal hissed up at Heather, who screamed and fled when the animal began to pursue her, teeth chattering as though it wanted to take a bite out of Heather's leg. The raven-haired teen sprinted through the crowd pursued by the furry creature.
"So, like, what do we do now?" Lindsay asked, looking after Heather with a finger on her lips, her wide blue eyes as vacant as ever.
"Heather said protect the flag, so that's what we've gotta do." Beth told the blonde, flashing her a tin-and-tooth smile.
"Oh, right. I knew that!" Lindsay said with a nod. She glanced around. "Wait, where's the flag?"
Beth gasped as she whirled around, but then sighed with relief. "You sure scared me there, Linds! It's right here." Beth motioned towards the flag.
"Okay." Lindsay nodded.
Confessional
Lindsay was sitting in the confessional looking extremely relieved. "I'm sure glad Belle showed me what our flag looked like! I totally didn't know what I was looking for before."
"We are truly fortunate." Alejandro said aloud to his teammate Justin as he glanced around at the other teams, a smirk appearing on the faces at who they had arranged to guard their flags. "With so many girls guarding the flags, it would be very useful to have an attractive male model on our team."
"Yeah." Justin said with a nod, adjusting his sunglasses.
When Justin failed to get the hint, Alejandro rolled his eyes before continuing his charade. "Hold on comrade – aren't you an attractive male model?"
"Yeah, I am." Justin nodded. It took a moment before Justin blinked in realization. "Oh, hey, maybe I should go distract the other teams and win us some flags."
"You have such a devious mind!" Alejandro feigned surprise. "I never would have thought of that!"
"I guess this team is just lucky to have me." Justin commented before making his way over to the Killer Bass team, where Beth and Lindsay were guarding one of their team's flags. Beth was sitting next to it while Lindsay was staring at the flag intently as though she expected it to get up and walk away on its own.
"Move it or lose it!" Lightning said as he sprinted past Justin, nearly bumping into him as he passed.
"No! Lightning! You missed the flag!" Courtney's shrill tone cut through the commotion, making Justin roll his eyes.
"Hi." Justin said, flashing a charming smile at Beth and Lindsay.
"Wow." Lindsay said, her wide eyes regarding Justin's toned chest, muscular shoulders, even tan and his pool blue eyes.
"Hi." Beth greeted the male, her face flushing bright red at the sight of him.
"You know, you're really cute." Justin said, although he said it in such an ambiguous way that either girl could believe it was directed at them.
"Oh my gosh!" Beth cried out suddenly, but her attention was no longer on Justin. Instead she leaped to her feet and dove in front of several other campers, crossing her arms over her chest as her body slid in the dirt.
"Are you okay?!" A male voice asked in alarm. The bulky male sprinted to the brunette's side. "Bunny!"
"He's okay." Beth assured him as she sat up, cradling the grey rabbit in her arms. "You were supposed to be watching him, DJ!"
"I was! He ran off the minute I took my eyes off of him!"
"He could have been hurt or killed! As it was he was nearly trampled!"
"Do you think I don't know that? I took my eyes off him for like a second and a half and when I looked back, he was gone!"
"Hey! That's my girlfriend, dude!" An outraged male voice exclaimed, drawing their attention back to their team's flag.
Justin looked at Tyler for a moment, then smiled at Lindsay. "Is this your boyfriend?"
The blonde turned to look at the doe-eyed jock, her brow furrowed. After a moment, she turned back to Justin. "I don't know. He doesn't really look familiar."
"The lady has spoken." Justin said, flashing Tyler a triumphant smirk.
"Oh my gosh, you think I'm a lady?" Lindsay swooned.
"Do you want to fight, dude?!" Tyler asked Justin, putting his fists up.
"No, that's okay, I've got what I wanted." Justin said, backing away from the Jock and his ditzy girlfriend. "She's all yours."
"Beth! Lindsay! Tyler! What are you doing?!" A harsh female voice made Beth, Lindsay and DJ cringe. "Don't just stand there like idiots! He's getting away with our flag!"
"Yes Heather!" Beth barked in response, handing Bunny to DJ. "Keep a closer eye on him this time!"
Then Heather's alliance sprinted after Justin.
"So I was thinking, if we're both still in the competition tomorrow, did you want to hang out?" Mike asked as he blocked Gwen from getting too close to the flag he'd been assigned to defend.
"Are you trying to distract me?" Gwen asked as she feigned left but instead went right.
"No. Am I distracting you?"
"No."
"Okay, good." Mike said, blocking another attempt to get the flag. "So how about it? Wanna hang out?"
"Yeah, sure." Gwen said finally, nodding.
"Great! Wanna meet up at the mess hall in the morning?"
"Yeah, okay. See you then." Gwen finally dodged Mike and lunged for the flag, only to have Mike grab her around the waist and foil her attempt.
"Hey!" Gwen protested as Mike picked her up and swung her back around so that he was once again between her and his team's flag.
"Not this time! Sorry – it's nothing personal, I promise!"
Confessional
"So I look over and Mike is hugging Gwen! Hugging her! Mike and Gwen! I thought Gwen liked me! Not Mike!" Trent lamented to the confessional camera. "I guess he's just not that into Zoey." His green eyes grew wide. "Zoey! Oh man, she's going to be crushed! She's crazy about Mike! Probably as crazy about him as I am about Gwen!"
"Good thing you're finally pulling your weight on the team." Scott said, putting additional emphasis on the term 'pulling your weight' as though to indicate he was making a jab at the girl. He'd need to get rid of her next, he couldn't have her winning challenges for the team – it would ruin all of his plans.
She frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well it was your fault we lost the last challenge." Scott said in a very matter-of-fact tone. "You and your little friend B have just been deadweights holding the team back. Lucky for us that you're finally making an effort to help the team win now that he's gone. Maybe we should have voted him out a few challenges ago."
Confessional
"That was so totally mean and uncalled for." Sadie said with a frown. "I so don't know what Bridgette sees in that guy."
"F-Y-I, I got locked in Chef's freezer for like three whole hours!" Sadie retorted. "It totally wasn't my fault!"
"And why were you even in the freezer in the first place?"
"Because I was looking for B!"
"Well then, I guess it's just lucky for you that he got eliminated instead of you." Scott said, before innocently adding. "Gee, how many of your friends have been eliminated so far?"
"What?"
"Haven't you noticed?" Scott asked, his voice dangerously innocent. "First Katie, then Eva, now B. You're the common element. Do you prey on the weak – or the strong - or something?"
"What?!" Sadie exclaimed, shocked. "You think I wanted my friends to be eliminated?"
"Well it's an awfully weird coincidence isn't it? That everyone you touch gets eliminated? Who's next on your list?"
"I don't have a list! Katie and Eva and B were my friends! I wanted them to win this stupid competition if I didn't!"
"Then why is it that everyone you touch gets eliminated?" Before Sadie could answer, Scott turned on his heel and walked away.
Sadie looked down at the team flag in her hands, her voice barely a whisper. "It's not my fault. . . is it?"
"I will defend the honour of my team!" Harold cried out, charging towards the Bears' team wielding a broom handle.
"I can't let you do that." Cameron said, stepping in front of Harold, also wearing makeshift armour. Although Cameron's armour looked like it would have done a lot more good than Harold's. Whereas Harold donned a cardboard and tin foil suit of armour and a tin foil helmet, Cameron had made more effective armour out of metal, including a breastplate from what looked like the shell of a toaster.
"You can't stop me." Harold said, making an attempt to sidestep the other armoured boy.
Cameron stuck out his arm as though he was a crossing guard asking someone to stop, and suddenly Harold found himself being dragged towards Cameron.
"It works! It works!" Cameron cheered.
"Are you controlling my mind?" Harold asked, shocked as he tried to flee Cameron.
"No! But I have magnets in my armour!"
Harold tore the tin foil off of his armour and flung it towards his opponent, but still felt his hips being dragged towards the other boy. "How is this happening? I'm not wearing anything magnetic!"
"I bet the button on your pants is attracted to my magnet!" Cameron said, almost gleeful that his invention was working so well.
"Wow, that must be a really powerful magnet to be able to drag me all the way over here by the button on my pants!"
As if on cue, the button from Harold's pants was suddenly torn from the fabric, and flew through the air and hit the magnet on Cameron's hand. Harold, now free from Cameron's magnetic pull, nearly fell backward, had it not been for a piece of scrap metal that flew across the battlefield and pinned Harold between it and Cameron's magnet, the force of the collision knocking both to the ground.
Half an hour later, Chef blew a whistle signifying the end of the game.
"Congratulations Bears for actually managing to not lose today's challenge!" Chris announced as the teens gathered before him, grinning as he observed the expressions of pain that most of the contestants wore. He was pleased by how violent some of the contestants had been in that day's challenge. Jo had probably been the most violent, although Izzy had hurt several other contestants in vine-swinging accidents that day. And Tyler had managed to injure himself when he'd taken a swing at Justin and missed. He'd done a faceplant and knocked himself unconscious. Beth had scrapes up her arms from rescuing Bunny. Both Cameron and Harold had been injured by the piece of scrap metal that his magnets had summoned, and it had been hilarious to watch the two trying to turn off the magnet.
As it turned out, being sandwiched between Cameron's metal suit and that piece of scrap metal had been the only thing holding Harold's pants up after Cameron's magnet had torn the button off his pants. The minute they'd been able to free themselves, Harold's pants had fallen down, earning him a hearty dose of humiliation from nearly everyone who had seen.
"Lucky break." Duncan snorted.
"You're just saying that because you lost." Courtney retorted in a holier-than-thou manner.
"Don't let one almost-win go to your head, princess." Duncan replied.
"I told you not to call me that."
"You like it."
"Hmph."
"Anyway, an I was saying:" Chris began again, shooting a warning look at Duncan and Courtney. "The Gophers win today's challenge for collecting the most flags. Bass, I'll see you tonight – you're back on the chopping block. Figure out who you're voting off and meet me at the campfire at dusk!"
"Hey Sadie! Do you want to hang out in the mess hall before the campfire ceremony tonight?"
"Oh, hi Harold." the raven-haired young woman said. She smiled at the ruddy-haired nerd at first, but then frowned and looked down at her own fiddling fingers. "I'm sorry Harold. I can't hang out with you."
"Oh, okay." Harold said, sounding disappointed. "Maybe another time then?"
"Can't. Not tomorrow."
"Well maybe the day after-"
"Harold, just because you saved me from the freezer doesn't make us friends." Sadie said more harshly than she'd meant to.
"Oh, okay."
Sadie winced at how disappointed the ruddy-haired nerd sounded now. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay. I get it." Harold said, turning and walking away from Sadie.
Confessional
"Harold totally doesn't deserve to get voted off, so we can't be friends." Sadie told the confessional camera sadly. She sighed. "That's just the way it has to be. Otherwise my elimination curse will get him too, and he totally seems like a nice guy who should win."
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"Well this is certainly an interesting turn of events." Heather said with a devious smirk.
"And if I don't vote with you?" Harold asked, irritated.
"I'll tell the entire team how you helped the Bears in the last challenge. And then they'll vote you out instead."
"I guess I don't wanna go home yet." He sighed. "Fine. Whatever you say, Heather."
"Good. Now see that you remember our little deal."
"How could I forget?"
"Bass, I think you all remember the drill by now? Yes? Yes. Okay, good." Chris began. "Duncan, LeShawna, Gwen and DJ – you're all safe."
"You know it, baby!" LeShawna said as the four named contestants caught their marshmallows and went to the campfire.
"Geoff, Heather, Beth and Harold."
Four more campers joined their safe teammates to roast marshmallows over the campfire.
"Tyler."
"Yes!" Tyler cheered, sprinting to the host to grab his marshmallow.
"And the camper going home tonight is. . ."
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"Why aren't there any marshmallows left, eh?" Zeke interrupted suddenly.
"Because you're both out of the contest!" Chris announced enthusiastically, grinning at both contestants like they were going to give him a million dollars.
"That's not fair, eh!"
"So? It's good for the ratings!"
"Oh! Oh! I'm not out! Hester, you can save me, right?" Lindsay said suddenly, her wide blue eyes seeking out the queen bee from her teammates.
Heather gave a derisive snort. "How? By taking your place? Not going to happen. And by the way, it's Heather."
"But. . . you said you could save me!"
"That was only if you protected the flag, which you didn't." Heather said with a tone of indifference.
"Geez, that's cold, eh."
"But I thought we were BFFs!" Lindsay said, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Well one of us should win the money, don't you think, BFF?" Heather said with a mocking sweetness to her tone, putting a sarcastic emphasis on the acronym when she called Lindsay her 'BFF'.
That seemed to satiate Lindsay though, who missed the sarcasm in the queen bee's tone, and instead simply smiled at the girl she thought was her friend. "Oh, yeah, I guess so."
"Hey! Let go of me, eh!" Ezekiel shouted suddenly, and the team found the home-schooled brunette being dragged towards Lindsay by Chef, who grabbed the blonde by the arm as he passed, then continued to drag the two teens to the dock of shame.
"Good luck BFF!" Lindsay shouted back at Heather once she stepped onto the boat. "I hope you win!"
"So do I!" Heather called back in an almost smug tone.
The Votes
"Scrawny little white boy with his backwards view on women – Ezekiel's gotta go!" LeShawna declared.
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"Heather told me to vote for Ezekiel." Harold said with a frown. "But he's my friend. I wish I could just vote for Heather instead, but if she ever found out, she'd kill me."
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"Lindsay. That girl doesn't have two brain cells to rub together." Gwen said.
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"I vote for Ethan." Lindsay said with a nod.
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"Lindsay, man. She let the other team just walk away with our flag!" Geoff said.
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Duncan was carving a skull into the confessional wall with his pocket knife. "Lindsay. She's hot but useless."
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"Heather. That girl is mean with a capital M. She yelled at Beth when she was just taking care of Bunny! That's just cruel and unusual!" DJ said, before turning to the furry gray bundle in his arms. "Isn't that right, Bunny?"
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"Lindsay, eh. She's not that smart, eh, and she lost us the challenge, eh." Ezekiel voted.
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"Ezekiel of course." Heather said, disinterested.
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"Heather said that if I don't vote for Ezekiel then the team would vote me out instead." Tyler said. "Too bad, I was just starting to like that guy. He was a cool dude even if he said some stuff that the chicks were definitely not digging."
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"Heather said we have to vote for Ezekiel tonight, so I'm voting for Ezekiel." Beth nodded. "And he said some really mean things about girls the other day!"
Eliminated so far:
36th: Katie
35th: Staci
34th: Sierra
33rd: Sam
32nd: Eva
31st: Owen
30th: Beverly
29th: Ezekiel & Lindsay
Any and all reviews are greatly appreciated.