User blog:Bocaj910/A First Look At TDL - The Novel

Hey everyone! You may know that TDL (Total Drama Lost) is being rewritten into a novel, and if you didn't, you now know, so it all worked out in the end, didn't it? Well, I've been working intently on the pilot as of late, and I'm quite pleased with it so far. You may want a preview, and since may means possibly a yes or no, I'll take that yes into consideration and give you guys a preview at TDL - The Novel!

P.S: Forgive and ignore typos. This computer has no spell-check... The only spell-check I have is my father, sadly.

Prolouge - A New Show In the very early Summer of 2009, Christian Jeffory Probstice McLindin, or, as the modern celebrity social group calls the middle-aged man, Chris McLean, stood on an old, creeky, and oddly, quite stinky dock (That he would name the Dock of Shame when the year came that Total Drama, his newest television series, became a scripted show due to the low amount of ratings the show would receive). Chris' teeth were so white when he smiled that the top-right corner of the whiteness actually shined, though it was just an animation added by the producers to produce comedy (A small 'ding' sound effect played when this happened).

The C-Listed actor (Also actress in some odd, creepy cases) and reality show host was excited to finally have another show to his own, after two years of a has-been celebrity status. After legally changing his name from Jeff Probst to Christian J.P. McLindin, he was more confident that his name would be considered catchy, as the self-absorbed host thinks that all stars have to have a catchy name, or else it just wouldn't work out for them. Jeff Probst was an okay name, he thought, but Chris McLean is rockin'. His mother was completely opposed to the idea of legally changing his name, but Chris never was very considerent of his mother's opinion. His father though, understood, being very similar to his son (e.g. Sadistic, handsome, greedy, etc), which was one of many reasons why Chris' mother divorced his father.

Chris had chosen a small island near Hawaii, America, as the location of the program, because of the beautiful views, the beautiful women in then nearby aforementioned islands, and the nice weather. God it's hot, Chris had thought when arriving at the island. He had finally chosen his contestants only a couple of days ago, and he's hoping and praying (Although not a very religious man, he prayed for such selfish things) that these twenty "newbies" new to competing on reality television will do great in reconciling his career. Chris then explained the rules of the show to the audience at home, but he tried his best to rush through the usual boring prolouge. Chris knew that the audience wanted the show to get down to buisness, and he wasn't just about to let them down.

After the short introduction to what the show was going to be about, and what it was going to promise in comedy, drama, and suspence, Chris finally announced the name of the show, trying to make this small portion of the dialouge as dramatic as possible. "And it all happens right here, on TV's hottest new reality-show, Total... Drama... Lost!"

For the viewers, the theme song, sung by Voodoo Highway and named I Wanna Be Famous, was played. The song was catchy, but not particulary what Chris expected to be a hit, though, he dreamed that it would be (Of course, it was just a dream). Chris sat down a wooden, white lawn chair, while one of his assistants handed him a bottle of water. Chris quickly asked, gasping for air (He had said the beginning dialouge very, very quickly), "Was that good?" Chris then unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and drank what seemed to be two inches of the container. It was very hot outside, with no cloud in sight of the blue-sky.

The cameraman, who had already put away the camera at the end of the scene, nodded, walking over to Chris and his assistant, who wore a chef-like uniform, resembling a stereotypical criminal, and a strict army soldier. "Yeah, sure," the cameraman said. He wasn't telling the truth, but he didn't want to get in trouble with his boss. He wanted to say, "Yeah, you did fine; the only mistake in the scene was you."

Chris' assistant stood there in Chris' peripheral sight, with his large, muscular arms crossed, glancing at both the cameraman and Chris, his old friend. Chris' assistant, Marien Hatchet (He hated his name, finding it feminine, so he just was just going to go by the name of Mr. Hatchet, as usual), knew Chris in High School. After graduation, they drifted apart, but, thanks to the now barren wasteland that is Myspace, he and Chris became good ol' pals again.

Chris smirked, after hearing his cameraman's answer. He didn't expect a no; he knew anything with him in it was awesome. "Good. What did you think, Mary?" Chris would often mock Mr. Hatchet about his name, though the only reason for such rude behavior was so he could just feel better about himself.

Chef grimaced at Chris, full of anger, and hurt. He went through all kinds of bullying in school, such as racism and getting beat-up, and he was reminded of all those awful, painful memories whenever Chris or anyone else would talk about him. Chef had become so strong in muscle, because he wanted payback on the ones who made fun of him, and hurt him (Both physically and mentally).

"At least I didn't change my name," Chef boldly, and smoothly replied.

Chris glared at Chef, and he was not expecting that idiotic reply. He didn't say anything else, though, until the contestants had finally arrived.

'''Chapter One - The End... Of The Beginning'''

The boat carrying all twenty contestants arrived around five minutes after the previous scene. Chris motioned for the cameraman to begin filming, and he did as told, as soon as Mr. Hatchet escaped from the sight of the camera. Chris then began the scene, saying, "Welcome back to Total Drama Lost! The contestants have no idea what's in store for them this summer, and I'll just say this; if they knew what I had planned, they wouldn't had joined." Chris laughed, for he had some awfully painful, death-defying, and possibly, traumatizing ideas speculating in his egotistical mind. "Now, time to meet the cast."

When the luxorious boat arrived, Chris motioned for the first contestant to step off. The first contestant was very muscular and broad, and had a glum expression on his face. His name was Eli, so the viewers and Chris thought, but he had a dark secret, and his name was a part of it... Chris wasn't the only one going under a different name.

"Dude, welcome to the show!" Chris exclaimed, though he couldn't be as happy as he seemed to see these teens. This dude's got a tiny head... Totally doesn't fit the rest of his body, Chris thought.

Eli glanced at Chris with an even sadder expression, as if he had heard Chris' thoughts, and then he walked away from Chris. Eli looked directly at the camera, and looked away, with a nervous, slightly worried expression on his face. Can they tell who I am?, Eli thought, hopeful the answer to his thoughts was 'no'. ''No way. I changed everything about my look... Is my head going to give me away? ''

The next contestant to arrive was slightly over-weight, with a huge smile on his face, revealing his yellow-teeth. "A tentative fan-favorite... or the opposite," Chris introduced him, sure of the viewers' mixed opinions. Chris secretly hated this contestant in particular, finding him annoying, very, very annoying. Though he wanted him on the show, for he'd help the ratings.

I still can't believe I'm going to be on TV, Jordin thought. I know just how to get that fan-favorite status --- be hilarious. Jordin screamed, "Yeah!" so loudly that Eli turned in his direction, with a very annoyed expression on his face.

I already hate this guy, both Chris and Eli thought. Chris fought for a smile, and one came out... A very unconvincing one. Jordin didn't notice, though. "Hey, Jor---" Jordin interrupted Chris with a very tight hug.

Jordin pondered whether or not he should take his shirt off like a character he knows from an old preteen show he used to watch and enjoy, but he decided not to, fearing embarrassment.

"Dude, no hugs," Chris said, just as Jordin released his embrace. And now I rue bringing him to the show, Chris thought, rubbing his now aching back. He was aging, and as he got older, his body became much more delicate.

Jordin gave an unobtrusive look of embarrassment; if he wanted to be the hilarious fan-favorite, he needed to be passionet about his strange persona, not embarrassed.

"Sorry, this is just so awesome!" Jordin shouted, causing Chris to cover his ears. To hell with embarrassment, this is going to be so funny to the audience, Jordin thought, making up his mind about an act he was about to do.

All of the sudden, Jordin attempted to rip off his shirt. He didn't make much progress this way, so he decided to do it the normal way. He took off his shirt, shouting, "Woo!", and swinging his shirt around in the air. Yes, this sure going to be funny for everyone at home, for even Chris and Eli fought a smile.

The next contestant to arrive was very short, and had a classic 40s look to him. I see a lot of myself in this guy, Chris thought, except this guy's got less hair-jail, and I'm a lot less-shorter.

Leroy, his name was, pointed his fore-fingers at Chris, and said, "Eh!" Quite the classic greeting.

Chris mirrored this greeting, while Jordin was trying to talk to Eli, with little success.

Jordin walked over to Eli. Jordin expected Eli to be more of the stereotypical jock persona, judging by his appearence, but he wasn't even close. Eli found Jordin very annoying already, due to his strange introduction to the show.

"Hey dude. What's your name?" Jordin asked.

"Eli." Eli didn't feel like talking, but he didn't want to be on everybody's bad-side either.

Jordin immediately noticed Eli's depressive tone, and stepped away. He usually didn't like people of Eli's supposed clique.

"Oh, I'm Jordin." Jordin was already curious what was saddening this Eli character, but even if he did ask, he didn't expect an answer.

Eli was disgusted by Jordin's shirtless body. ''So pale... so flappy... so oddly tempting to poke. It's disgusting, that's what it is''. "Please put your shirt on," Eli said, pondering whether or not this would insult Jordin; it should, and it did.

Jordin looked at Eli, who was staring back with those eerie, brown eyes, and then looked at his bare-chest. He put his shirt on, secretly embarrassed. He regretted doing this. He never took off his shirt in public, for he was self-concious about his weight and pale skin-tone.

After a couple moments of awkward silence between the two polar-opposites, another completely different personality walked towards the two adolescents. Ha, this guy's short, both Jordin and Eli thought in unison. He's almost as short as Sambo, Jordin thought alone.

Leroy grimaced at Eli, who worked up a smile, obviously laughing inside from Leroy's small body. It was very unusual for Eli to laugh, so Leroy must of been a comedic sight to see! Leroy stood next to Jordin, spectulating an idea he had.

The next contestant was more then likely familiar to some of the audience. Jordin himself was pondering on where or if he's seen this girl before. This girl's name was Charlene, who is the sister of Charlote, a fan-favorite from a now concluded reality show Endurance. Charlene was wearing Charlote's clothes, which, along with the familiar body and facial structure to her sister, was the reason Jordin was now having Deja Vu.

Charlene forced a smile as Chris introduced her. She never liked this guy, at all. Thank God he didn't mention Charlote, Charlene thought. For a second there I thought---

"... And guess who Charlene's related to? Charlote, the unison body chick from Endurance," Chris said with a large grin. He thought that if a fan-favorite's sister wasn't going to increase the ratings, he didn't know what would... other then real celebrities, hilarious people, shocking twists, and the fan-favorite herself. This show would have all of that, though, and Chris was more then excited for the money he'd get from the show.

"Oh, that's where I know you from!" Jordin said, smiling as he fast-walked over to Charlene, as if she would run away, never giving him a chance to conversate with her. "Your sister was hilarious!" Jordin scrutinized her more, as if he was double-checking Charlene to make sure she was really related to Charlote. "Are you wearing her clothes? You look just like her with it on!"

Charlene looked at her garb, embarrassed by her sister's fan. She had gone through this quite often in school, starting when Endurance first aired. "Yeah, I'm wearing her clothes," she mumbled. "My mom says it would bring good luck. Although she was the first one eliminated, so I don't know what she means by good luck.

"I believe you meant to say: ' "I don't know what she meant by good luck." ' ," said a moderately deep voice, while the sound of footsteps aproached. This was the next contestant talking, no doubt.

"I know what that unnessecary grammar correction means!" Jordin exclaimed gleefully, turning his head away from Charlene and facing Sambo, his bestfriend. Sambo and Jordin were the only two that knew each other before the filming of the show. They met in Kindergarden, and have been "BFFs" since. Chris let these two join together because of their hilarious audition, where Jordin spoke exstatically and Sambo corrected him when Jordin spoke improper English. Sambo wasn't actually this much of a perfectionist, although he would correct others from time to time. Alike Jordin, Sambo was doing this in hopes of the fan-favorite status.

"Hey Jordin!" Sambo hadn't seen Jordin in a while, since the contestants were all put in seperate rooms in the boat, each isolated from each other, so the little jittery guy was excited to see his friend again. "Well, the show will be starting soon, so let us talk strategy!"

"You forgot 'about'," Jordin informed, laughing a little.

"Really? I guess that's what I get for watching so much TV, where no one cares about grammar." Sambo laughed, and then continued his joke. "Well, the show will be starting soon, so let us talk about strategy!" Sambo corrected.

Jordin and Sambo continued to laugh as they continued their exchange of jokes, most of them corny and common. Jordin was the only one who could come up with original jokes, but they never really were as funny as these two were letting on.

After Jordin went to talk to some short guy, who Chris stated was named Sambo (Charlene found this name very, very weird), Charlene looked around the dock for anyone else. Standing a couple of feet away from Charlene was some guy wearing clothes that she thought resembled Fonzy, or whatever (she thought she remembered the name and clothes correctly, thought she was skeptical). At the opposite end of the moldy dock there stood a tall, very buff adoleasent boy with a small head. He had a depressing look to him, and Charlene felt sympathy for him immeadiatly, despite not knowing him or even if something was wrong with him. Charlene always cared for others deeply, feeling sorry for nearly every other human who has troubles. Charlene approached him, hoping that she'd make his supposed depression fade.

Although Eli wasn't as confident in revealing his problems as Charlene was.

"Hi," Charlene had begun, with a cheerful smile in her face. Happiness is contagious, she had always thought, ''so shouldn't smiles be contagious as well? ''

But Eli didn't smile. "Hey," he replied abstractedly, as if he were talking to the water rather then Charlene.

Charlene was going to get him talking. She had to. She couldn't stand seeing sad faces. "Is something wrong?"

Like Eli would answer that question with a yes. ''This again? ''Eli thought, annoyed. ''I'll never tell her. I'll never tell anyone. Besides, I'm on camera. ''Eli hid his annoyed expression by turning his head completely away from the black-haired girl, staring at the beach and mountains. He was back at his home, Hawaii... But he wasn't on the island he had lived on. If he had known the show would take place in Hawaii, he wouldn't had joined. All he remembered reading in the contract was that it took place on an island. This was an island of few inhabitants, and he knew none of them, which was good. Even if they did, would they realize who he was? He did change his look, but---

"Hello? Did you hear me?"

Eli suddenly remembered the girl and her question. He had been too engaged in the worried thought of some policeman reconizing him: James Murassy, murderer, son, brother---

"I asked you if there was something wrong. Is there?" Charlene was growing a little impatient now. She hated waiting, but she tried not to seem like it when she spoke. Her tone did come out a tad bit stern, though.

"I'm fine," Eli finally said. Obviously he was lying, and Charlene could tell. "Just a little tired."

Eli was facing Charlene now. Charlene didn't find him very attractive, but this wasn't a mutual feeling. Eli was attracted to this kind of girl: the depressive-like look. Although the vigilante knew only too well that relationship between the two of them wouldn't work out.

"Oh, okay," Charlene retorted. But it wasn't okay. Someone was sad, and she wanted them happy. Despite her need for a happy atmosphere, she left Eli alone.