TD: Island

[Neldreauna]

Total Drama Island sets in a titular reality show that follows the competition of 14 teens at Camp Wawanakwa, an island located in an unspecified area in Muskoka, Ontario. The campers participate in competitions to avoid being voted off the island by their fellow campers. At the end of the series, the winning contestant will win $100,000. The competition is hosted by Chris McLean, who is assisted by the camp's chef, Chef Hatchet.

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Day 1: Arrival (the host will be keeping this moving by updating us on the the time/day)

 

[Neldreauna]

The ratty old boat neared the wooden dock just in the niche of time as Sophie felt her stomach starting to churn, it wasn't a long boat ride, but the rocking of the small waves had begun to make her complexion turn green. Heading to the back of the boat with her duffel back slung over her shoulder and a free hand tightly gripping the handle of her dark crimson roller luggage bag that happened to make her duffel. Her bright blue eyes scanned the horizon and noticed a rather short male standing on the half rotten dock, it was sickening that her own orbs were bluer then the water under the boat. The moment the boat came to a complete stop, she eagerly walked off the boat and smiled at the Host as he introduced himself, "Its so nice to be here, I guess I am first." Shaking the man's hand and stepping over out of the way, the red head let her duffel hit the wooden floor, as she waited to meet her fellow campers.

 

[Neldreauna]

It wasn't long before the same boat was back in view of the island. On the front of the ship stood a slender female that was dressed in the stereotypical attire for a Gothic girl. A choker donned her lean neck, and nearly matching bracelet set snug against her thin wrist. Gwen was unique as her two toned hair showed, the back half jet black and the front almost a grey-hue. The look plastered on her face showed the disappointment about the overall camp. As a thick sole boot stepped onto the old wood, "this is not what was in the flyer," Gwen instantly spoke looking at the host. She was lugging a over the shoulder bag, and messenger bag with anarchy signs on them. Walking pass the host, she refused to boost his ego and say that she was happy being there. Standing next to the red head, Gwen merely chuckled.