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Okay, so season 1 of Total Sole Survivor is complete. I recommend that you check it out! Although I began writing season 2. So this is just a preview chapter to 1. Reveal some of the characters 2. Also to allow me to practice writing the OCS and for people to tell me if I'm protraying their OC correct
With that being said I hope you enjoy!
The camera came on, and Darrel was seen backing up as he seemingly finished setting it up.
"Hey, y'all I hope you're ready for season 2, Total Sole Survivor: Spies at Sea premiering soon cause I sure know I am," Darrel expressed with a fresh smile on his face.
He freshened and smoothened down his hair before he continued.
"So my Mishy gal, she asked me to give you all a nice sneak peek by showing you the players that will be debuting on the season," Darrel explained. "You know your boy will do it for his bae, so here I am. Also got to show I'm useful. Also I know no one can do it better than me, I am the beauty in the whole operation, and the camera just CAN'T get enough of my face. So let's do this!"
"Here is the cast of Total Sole Survivor (Season 2): Spies at Sea!"
Contestant 1: Zarian Brown
Darrel was now sitting in a nice, vibrant jungle. There were two rocks positioned by each other in an opening, and Darrel took a seat on one of them.
A 6'2 African-American boy with a muscular build, a brown skin tone with short and shaved black hair trodden in.
His brown eyes locked on Darrel, as he saluted him and a smile came upon his face.
He was wearing a red and white varsity jacket, stonewashed black jeans, and some red and white running shoes that nicely matched his jacket.
"Hey, how you're doing," The boy waved as he came to stand in front of Darrel.
"Zarian, right?" Darrel assumed.
"That's me," Zarian gave a thumbs up. "Zarian Brown."
"Well Zarian, take a seat," Darrel offered to him, which he did.
"So big boy, how old are you?" Darrel asked as he looked him up and down. "Sorry just gotta ask, cause first thing I noticed is you're packing the muscles and the height I see."
Zarian lightly chuckled. "Nah, bruh, I'm only 18."
"Really? You're a youngin then," Darrel noted. "I may have been a looker at my age, but never..well never the tall sort."
"Young, but mature. I'm just a football player," Zarian demonstrated with a throwing reflex of his hand. "Football has just been my passion for..well a long time. My height is just lucky genes, but the muscle, that's ALL hard work, and all me. You don't become a good player by doing nothing. And just like I mastered the game of football, I hope I can master this game."
"Nice, nice," Darrel nodded. "And how do you plan to master the game?"
"I don't know just yet, we'll have to see. I mean I know I'll do well in the challenges. Then I may look big in size, but I have a big heart too so hopefully I can also make some friends," Zarian stated. "Overall, it's a game and I'm going to play it, and make it worthwhile."
"Great to hear, Mr. Brown. That's what I like to hear. Lastly, why play?"
"I need the money for a scholarship," Zarian answered. "If I'm going to get into Football University the money ain't coming out of thin air. I did the work to get in, I just need the money."
"Football University?" Darrel stated it like it was absurd.
"It's real, search it up," Zarian claimed.
"I..um sure.." Darrel just nodded along although he whispered. "..Delusional.."
He still went on to say. "Well thank you Zarian, and I wish you luck on the show!"
"Thanks, I appreciate it dude," Zarian grinned before waving to the camera one last time.
Contestant 2: Mikaio Heath
The next person to walk up was 5'8, and had a soft brown skin tone, green eyes, brown hair that was slightly spiky.
They seemed to be unfocused as they were just glancing around the environment..or rather they were focused but just on observing nature rather than the interview.
As he got closer it could be seen he had a lean build, and he was wearing an oversized dark green shirt that had a wavy slightly lighter green pattern on it. He lastly had blue cargo pants and boots.
Darrel waited for his attention to turn to him, but the boy glanced at Darrel and ignored him, his mind kep wandering.
"Are you um Mikaio?" Darrel spoke up after a long wait.
The boy turned and nodded. "Oh yea, that's my name. How did you know?"
"This is an interview for a show," Darrel claimed. "You know, the one you signed up for."
"Oh right," Mikaio snapped his fingers. He had a seat across from Darrel. "My bad, man. Got a little distracted ("A little I was waiting for a whole 8 minutes-" Darrel muttered). Nature is just a vibe, you know. I travel a lot and the folks say it's good to take in your surroundings."
"That's actually interesting, a traveler eh, so how do you think that'll translate to the game?" Darrel questioned.
Mikaio carelessly shrugged. "Maybe it will. Maybe it won't. I'm just hoping for a good experience and a good time."
"So do you even care about winning?"
"I won't say I don't care, but I also won't say I do care. Whatever happens, happens," Mikaio responded as he nodded and smiled.
"Okay.." Darrel took it. "Lastly, anything you want to let the viewers know and how do you plan to get far?"
"Hmm.." Mikaio seemed to stroke his chin as he thought. "Well I've been all around the world believe it or not, so I know a thing or two about…things."
"What kind of things?"
"Things…" Mikaio repeated with a simple, yet mysterious smile.
"That's not very specific."
"I know,"
"And that's not saying much."
"I know."
"So how are you winning then?"
"I don't know."
"You're strange," Darrel declared.
"Eh," Mikaio didn't seem bothered by that notion. He shrugged. "I can't give too much away. That'll ruin the show and the surprise. Right?"
"I suppose.." Darrel had to agree. "But these are the interview questions. I kind of have to ask them. It's my job."
"How boring a job," Mikaio said without thinking.
"Rude-"
"My bad, just it just is," Mikaio shrugged. "Anyways, if people want to see me in action they'll have to watch and see, and let's just leave it at that," Mikaio stated as he got up and once again began to wander off.
"Strange kid…" Darrel shook his head.
Contestant 3: Beatrice Kilmer
Darrel awaited the next contestant.
A friendly and colorful looking 5'11 girl came walking up with a gentle smile on her face.
Most notably she had short hair in a bob cut that was a bright pink. Her eyes were a pale blue. She had a slender build and she was wearing a pink sleeveless shoulder-showing pink top paired with blue denim cargo pants.
"Pink hair," Darrel observed. "Bold choice. I for one prefer natural colors, like mine. But you must be Beatrice."
"To each their own, whatever makes you happy" Beatrice stated about the hair comment as she playfully touched her own revealing some pink ear bells. "And yes that's me."
"Have a seat," Darrel invited.
She had a seat, her white socks in her bright pink sneakers with white laces hitting the floor.
It could also be noted she had a dazzling pink necklace with a matching pink bracelet.
"I see..you're a woman of pink," Darrel denoted.
"It's such a lovely color, and I happen to be a lovely woman," Beatrice affirmed with a humble smile. "Oh and also- I guess I won't be needing this."
She put away what seemed to be a mermaid tail.
"What was that?" Darrel asked.
"My mermaid tail," She answered casually like it was normal. "But it seems we aren't swimming any time soon, so it isn't needed."
"So you have a mermaid tail?"
"Yes."
"Do you just carry it around?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Oh I just love mermaids!" Beatrice answered. "And when I say I love mermaids, I mean mermaids are legit my life! If I could turn myself into a mermaid right now, I would."
"Interesting.." Darrel didn't seem to know what to say as he just smiled. "...these people aren't sane, Michigan. Weird, but interesting.."
"Actually interesting, not weird," Beatrice claimed. "I promise you the life of a mermaid is very fun and lovely, I would know. I practically make it my lifestyle."
"Okay, but how is that going to help you win?"
"Because I'll still be me, I'm a kind girl, I'm good with people," Beatrice assured him. "I know how to make friends. Every mermaid does."
"But you're not a mermaid," Darrel blinked.
"I SAID every mermaid does," Beatrice just repeated with the same smile on her face, not changing her response.
"So you're really sticking to this mermaid bit."
"It's a lifestyle, not a bit," She declared. "And I've been doing this for 18 years, sir, your words won't change a thing."
"Fine. Miss Mermaid, lastly, why play?"
"Adventure," Beatrice said wishfully. "I really am hoping from this experience I can learn a lot about myself, win, and just get a wonderful adventure. That's what I truly want."
"Okay, Miss Ariel-" Darrel snided.
"Thank you, that's a compliment in my book," Beatrice cut in with a smile.
"Yea, yea, you can go," Darrel wanted her gone.
Beatrice waved at Darrel and then to the camera she then made her leave.
"So far, 3 weirdos..well Zarian wasn't bad," Darrel spoke to himself. "So actually..2 weirdos."
Contestant 4: Mistral Rivera-Hwang
The next contestant was 5'3 and seemed a bit scrawny with their short black hair being spiky and messy, and she had brown eyes. She had tanned beige skin and she was wearing a blue and black plaid flannel over a white tank top, black leggings with a rip in the knee, and beat-up purple sneakers.
Darrel didn't notice as the girl crept up and took a seat across from him.
She also had a glittery purple backpack that was fairly worn out, yet still somehow in usable condition.
She noticed Darrel was distracted the girl smirked as she pulled something from her backpack and loudly smacked it near Darrel's ear, startling him.
"Ah!" Darrel almost fell back. He readjusted himself and corrected his shades.
The girl laughed and covered her mouth, but she recomposed herself as she saw Darrel's gaze finally fix on her.
With a better look it could also be noted she had a number of glow stick bracelets on her arm, and hanging from her neck was a twine necklace with a bunch of bangles on it, including a circular red charm fashioned from a bottle cap.
"I didn't see you there.. and that wasn't funny," Darrel crossed his arms. "I appreciate it if that didn't happen again."
"No promises," The girl simply said, clearly still amused by the small stunt. "I'm here for an interview, so let's get it over with. Don't waste my time, and I won't waste yours, simple as that."
"Attitude I see, I like it..as long as it isn't directed at me," Darrel nodded. "So, let's cut to the chase then. Why will you win the game?"
"Cause well I…" Mistral trailed off as her eyes locked on something.
"What?" Darrel asked.
"-oh sorry nothing, um I can win cause I think I have the skills of sorts for this kind of game, I don't know," She didn't seem interested in the question anymore. Something else had grabbed her interest.
"Nice, and why play?"
"Cause this game looks fun as hell," She answered quickly to get the question out of the way, as her attention fully turned to something else.
"Okay and then, I think- no that's all the questions we have- wait a minute, where's my watch," Darrel rolled up his sleeves to see his bare wrist.
He looked over at Mistral only to see her putting the supposed watch in her backpack, before standing up.
"Hey, that's mine!" Darrel claimed.
"This thing? How can it be yours when it's in my bag," She remarked slyly in a smart-alec kind of way. "I don't think that's how ownership works."
"Okay, now let's just-" Darrel tried to approach her slowly.
"Welp, that's my sign to go! Gotta blast!" Mistral left, giving Darrel a mischievous wink before she departed, Darrel's watch going with her.
Darrel frowned. "..I think I hate all of them so far."
Contestant 5: Nicholas Borealis
Just as Darrel was calming himself down a voice announced
"Nicholas Borealis has arrived on scene!"
Sauntering over came a 5'9 pale white skinned male, who was fairly lean and was dressed in a white dress shirt with a pale blue snowflake decal, white dress pants, and white dress shoes.
He had a seat before Darrel could get a word out, crossing one leg over the other.
"You must be-" Darrel tried to speak.
"Not another word," The boy demanded, as he fixed his blue eyes on Darrel and pulled out a small canvas. It could be noted that his hair was dyed a pale blue, and it was long enough to almost cover one or his eyes. "For artistic perfection, your silence is required."
He began drawing..supposedly Darrel, muttering and making critique comments under his breath.
Darrel was confused. "Are you drawing me?"
The boy didn't answer, and simply kept drawing.
"I'll take that as a yes, well I can get into that," Darrel struck a pose, attempting to flex. "..you are Nicholas"
"Would anyone else be this fabulous?" He simply remarked as he kept drawing.
"Me-" Darrel muttered, but went on to say.
"Well then this is actually an interview and-"
"Done," Nicholas handed him the now filled canvas.
Darrel was happy to see the result, only for his smile to be wiped away.
It looked..like just off in someways.
"This looks nothing like me," Darrel observed.
"Hmm, I suppose not all of us have artistic eyes," Nicholas shrugged.
Darrel tossed the photo to the side, which resulted in a dramatic gasp from Nicholas.
"How rude, well whatever let's get on with this dull interview," Nicholas now was frowning.
"Okay, so you're an artist or so you claim, how do you think you will fair on the show."
"I think if anyone can bring the style it's me for sure," Nicholas claimed. "I do everything my own way in my own fashion, for the show it shall be the same. I have expectations that I will succeed."
"Okay..and why play?" Darrel asked.
"Well I'm hoping I get a lot of..well inspiration from the show for my art. There's a lot you can learn from other people, places, and events. I hope I can just capture it ALL," Nicholas said back.
"Well thank you, Nicholas. For the interview, not for the picture or your delusional art taste," Darrel said.
"Hmp, well I'd like to think only one of us is delusional, sir, and it isn't me," Nicholas quipped back before he left which left Darrel speechless.
"..where did they find these contestants.." Darrel groused. "I wonder if it's too late to reject some of them."
Contestant 6: Jolt Roxas
The next contestant was a female who as soon as Nicholas left, she was seated 3 seconds later.
She was was a lean 5'2 woman with honey brown skin, with narrow brown eyes and a button nose.
Her hair was visibly thick, and it was dyed a dark blue but she tied back into two space buns.
"Here! 3 minutes early!" She asserted with a competitive grin.
"You must be-" Darrel started.
"Jolt Roxas!" Jolt cut him off. "And I'm so ready to compete on this show!"
She was wearing a gray sports bra, with a couple of straps around her body. She also wears high-waisted cargo pants in a dark blue. She then had dark blue runners with neon yellow laces.
"How did you get here so fast?" Darrel asked.
"Eh, I was already running around checking out the environment," Jolt replied. "It was no sweat really. I'm guessing I was the only one on time?"
"Uh..I guess, sure if that's what you want to hear," Darrel really didn't seem to care.
"That's what I thought, it's always nice to be first," Jolt asserted before she then pulled a snack (a protein bar) out of one of the pockets in her pants.
"So Jolt, you seem competitive," Darrel noted. "I assume that will help you in the game."
"You have no idea! I was made to compete, give me a challenge and I WILL get it done," Jolt proclaimed. "I think I'm a good athlete, the only portion that worries me is the social game..but that's an issue for another day."
"So how do you plan on winning?"
"By winning," Jolt said blankly.
Darrel just stared back expecting more.
"No, but for real, I'm a big competitor. And I may be brawn, but that doesn't mean I don't have a brain. I think I have what it takes to win," Jolt clarified. "Mark my words."
"Nice, consider them marked," Darrel nodded. "Well then can you-"
"Nice interview, gotta go!" Jolt was up and dashed off. "Got to stay in top shape for the show."
"-I wasn't don-"
As she left she either intentionally or unintentionally shoved past Darrel make him hit the ground.
"At least she wasn't as bad as the other few…but ow, my elbow," Darrel nurtured his elbow.
Contestant 7: Phillip David Williams
The next contestant to arrive was a 6'3 fair skinned male, who had blue eyes and thin stomach but broad shoulders.
"What up, bro," He held out a hand to Darrel. "Digging the jacket, almost like mine."
Indeed he was wearing a black leather jacket over a grey tank top with black jeans and brownish yellow boots.
"We could be twins in the attire department," Darrel joked. "You must be Phillip."
"Phillip to some, to others the Party God, and at night I like to go by something a bit more raunchy that has to do with my..nightly activities," he shared with a proud smirk as he crossed his arms, and pushed back a lock of his dirty blonde hair (it was spiked up at the front with gel). He also had a soul patch on his chin.
"Interesting," Darrel just said.
"What can I say," Phillip laid back casually. "I'm a man of many names."
"So what makes you think you can win?"
"I'd like to think I'm just that guy, you the one that has all the good qualities. A stud for one, physically capable, and I think people like me, especially the ladies," Phillip explained.
"And why play? Any reason for the money?"
"I mean for one, money is money man, tell me a guy who doesn't like money," Phillip said. "Also winning, that's just cool. A cool guy like me deserves to win. I'm a daredevil, I play risky and loose, so this is a game for me."
"And you said you're a ladies man," Darrel recalled.
"I'm THE ladies man," Phillip enforced.
Darrel chuckled, although he then asserted, "Actually. I'm THE ladies man."
"Nice joke man," Phillip dismissed it.
"Nah, I ain't joking man," Darrel said back.
"Well I'm not joking either," Phillip stood up.
"Oh so you're serious," Darrel stood up and cracked his knuckles
"I was going to let this slide man, but if you want to go bro, we can go" Phillip challenged.
"Yea?"
"Yea-"
**Commercial break**
Contestant #8: Melissa Telia Robinson
"Okay, so apparently I'm not allowed to 'fight' or 'injury' the contestants by my own hands, wacko right," Darrel sighed as he was now sporting a bruise under his eyes.
Darrel was now beyond annoyed, although he didn't show it.
He just fixed his hair, and brushed his leather jacket.
He placed a bandage over the bruise.
"As long as I look good, and the cameras are on me, everything is right in the world," He mused.
"Although what isn't right is the next contestant because they're running late.." Darrel grumbled
Although he heard a sound, and soon a pale white skinned girl stumbled out into the open.
She was tall, being 6'9 she had long, messy dark brown hair that had blue highlights in them and it reached her shoulders.
She had a thin and lanky build, and noticeably a proscentic arm which was her right arm, and a scar on the shoulder of that arm.
She was holding some kind of invention in her hand.
She was wearing a dark gray hoodie jacket, blue jeans, had a brown tool belt, and some red converses with blue stripes and white laces.
"O-oh g-gosh so s-sorry, I-i'm late," She rushed to take a seat. "I-i'm sorry, I-i can explain."
She was also wearing blue circular glasses over her greenish-blue circular eyes which were now showing anxious worry.
"Please do, cause time is money, honey," Darrel responded back, as he tapped his foot impatiently and crossed his arms.
"Oh um- w-well, I was w-working on this," She smiled awkwardly, yet also proudly at her invention. It was some box thing. "I-i'm actually really proud if it, so basically it was for- but um yea, s-sorry you p-probably d-don't want to h-hear about t-that-
"You're right, I really don't."
"W-ow, um r-rude-" Melissa muttered, already not liking his attitude.
"What?"
"N-nothing-" Melissa pushed past that "-right b-back to why I was l-late. So I got c-caught up w-working on m-my little i-invention, and then I-i l-looked at t-the time a-and I w-was all like s-shoot- I'm l-late! Then I w-wanted to come, but m-my a-anxiety p-pumped u-up and I w-worried w-wait a minute- what if t-they k-kick me out for c-coming late and then I-i was a-already out w-when I-i didn't e-even start and then I-" She paused as she realized she was rambling. "Too m-much? S-sorry.."
"You're.." Darrel picked out a word. "..let's just say, you seem all over the place. How do you think you'll win being an utter, and I mean this is the nicest way possible, darling, but being a stuttering mess."
"I know my w-weaknesses, and my s-stutter is a c-condition but d-don't doubt my b-brains. I'm one s-smart cookie, and I'm n-not a-afraid to show it- well s-sometimes at l-least," She added the last part with an awkward laugh. "I think I c-can o-overcome them..if anyone c-can..I can..I h-hope..hehe?"
"And you have a prosthetic arm," Darrel noted with a tint of pity.
"W-what a-about it?" She held her arm defensively. "..this was d-due to a-an a-accident..I'm fully capable e-even with my p-prosthetic a-arm."
"Hmm, okay, and why play?"
"To get out of m-my comfort zone..and p-prove m-myself," Melissa attempted to lean against a nearby tree, only to slip
"Well right now you ain't proving anything except that you're a nervous klutz," Darrel commented with a sly smirk.
Melissa frowned. Although she wasn't going to take this, as an idea then struck her mind.
She pressed a button on her invention, which caused smoke to come out and sputter in Darrel's face.
"What the heck-"
"Oh m-my bad. S-sorry, I-m didn't m-mean to be such a nervous klutzy," She snarked with a smirk as she stood up. "I guess I couldn't help it."
"I'll be out of your hair now," She then left taking her invention with her.
As she left she muttered "h-he deserved it right? T-that wasn't too m-mean I hope..
Darrel called her a..less than nice and respectful name under his breath once she was gone.
"Welp, that's the first eight contestants," Darrel turned back to the camera, turning back on his smile. "Interesting choices. They're all good, as long as they stay away from my pretty face moving forward."
"Who are the next 8? I don't know, I don't think I'll find out..I'm not doing this again, for real" Darrel declared. "Although, see you next time on Total. Sole. Survivor. Spies at Sea!"
That's the first 8.
1. Who are you interested in so far?
2. If your character was in this chapter tell me if I portrayed them well, or if I need to make some changes.
Thanks for reading, enjoy your night or day : ) !
