Oh, Those Summer Nights

The Not So Great Outdoors Pt.1

"We're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario!" Chris Mclean announces to the camera surrounding him. "I'm your host, Chris McLean, and this will be our setting for 24 campers as they compete on Total Drama Island for $100,000! To survive, they'll have to battle black flies, grizzly bears, disgusting camp food, and each other!"

"Every moment will be caught on one of the hundred cameras situated all over camp; who will crumble under the pressure? Find out right here, right now on TOTAL, DRAMA, ISLAND!"

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"And finally! Our last two contestants are coming from the same high school! Slater and Anselm!"

The two boys step off the boat; one is taller, around 5 '6, with mid-length blond hair and eyes with far too many shades of green and blue. He wears a baggy knitted sweater, black in color and hanging from his frame like curtains. Beneath is a white collared shirt and jeans, and wire-rimmed glasses sit on the bridge of his nose. He holds a book in his left hand, which is adorned with random rings, and his right wrist has bracelets all up his arm.

The other boy is around 5'2, probably 5'4, with the black platforms on his feet. He wears bright yellow pants patterned with '70s flower designs. He wears a short-sleeved white button-up layered with a brown argyle pattern sweater vest. His hair is in a mullet, dyed a deep blue, which sharply contrasts his eyes, one a coffee brown and the other a canary yellow. Both hands are covered in rings, and one arm has a green snake tattoo winding up his arm. He has a septum piercing and snake bites, and finally wrapped around his shoulders is a maine coon cat, colored black, white, and brown.

"Um- What's with the cat, my dude?" Chris asks Slater, who gives him a look in return.

"What's with the toupee?"

The other campers chuckle as Chris glares at Slater, who glares right back. Slater and Anselm head over to the other camps, some of them greeting them politely and petting Slater's cat, and others ignoring them.

"Hey babies, I'm Leshawna." Slater and Anselm give Leshawna a smile, the cat on Slater's shoulder purring with content in her presence.

"It's, um, good to meet you," Anselm says in broken English and a heavy German accent. Slater nods in agreement, taking the cat off his shoulders and into his arms.

'Anselm's right, it is good to meet you. I'm Slater; this is S'mores," He says, holding up the cat slightly, laughing when she meows in response. Leshawna pets the cat, others cooing at her in Slater's arms. A boy with a green mohawk scoffs before speaking up.

"This is a summer camp," He starts snarkily, "Not a vet."

Slater opens his mouth to respond, getting stopped by Leshawna.

"Now you listen here, white boy! You speak to either of these boys like that again, and you and I are gonna have problems." She defends, placing her hands on her hips. The boy scoffs again, turning away from them and making a comment to a party boy standing next to him.

Anselm nodded his thanks and took a step forward, addressing the rest of the group, "Guten Tag!". He didn't see anyone that caught his eye except one of the men standing farther away, seemingly not caring about anything else but his mirror. In the reflection, his blue eyes shone; it was as if his face had never had a single blackhead or even bad hair day. Though it would be hard to tell through the smoothing of his hair, if there were any strand astray, he would have caught it by now. Anselm sat flushed, shuffling awkwardly towards the boy but keeping slightly away. He took a stand next to a shorter boy with a green beanie; he seemed nice, at least. He smiled at the boy and gave him a gentle handshake. The two exchanged some hushed words and laughs. He looked over at the rest of the crew.