TDRE: EP V

TOTAL DRAMA REUNION
MODEL ROLE



A show of many rapidly flickering lights displayed on the old theatre stage alongside the sound of a random Dub Step DJ Mix. Chris McLean walks out, arms raised, face nonchalant, and the sound of cheering and clapping joins in the mix. As he walks, a blonde intern lays down a red carpet in front of him.

"Last time on Total Drama Reunion." He said with squinty eyes meant to be lustful and a bit of a side head bob. "So it turns out that the longer our competitors are together, the more they seem to get back into the swing of things. Oh yes, we're definitely seeing a peek of some of our characters and more than a peek of others… Ew… Anyhow, we are going to see just how much the same they are… And how much different… On today's episode of. Total. Drama. Reunion."


Instead of the usual fire alarm buzzing and blinking to force the competitors from wherever they were on the playing field and gather around, the same multi-colored flashing lights and Dub Step DJ Mix was echoing through the buildings and out to the land. Lindsay, Katie, Sadie and Justin were the first ones to arrive at the scene, mainly due to the fact that they had sprinted (or practically flew) to the lobby area.

"Well I'm glad to see there are at least a few people excited for today." Chris commented with some classic Chris attitude as the rest of the competitors lined up on either side with glum looks on their faces and then relief when the music and lights stopped. "Well everyone who's not Lindsay, Katie, Sadie, or Justin… Do you know what week it is in a certain world that I so indirectly hinted at?" Chris directed his next comments at the four in the center as they opened their mouths to shout their answers, "You're not allowed to say anything because you know the answer."

The four in the exact center by Chris squealed to themselves and shook happy fists and jumped together in anticipation and everyone looked at them either somewhat annoyed (i.e. Eva, Gwen, Courtney, Noah, Duncan, Heather, Courtney) or slightly concerned (i.e. everyone else).

"I swear I've seen squirrels do that." Geoff commented quickly to Bridgette who snickered a tad as a response.

"Anyone want to take a guess?" Chris asked with a large smile.

A few seconds of silence went by before Heather let out a gasp and small, worried "Oh."

"Heather?"

She didn't respond but instead seemed irritated.

"We are waitiiing."

She let out a sigh, "It's fashion week."

The four squealed again.

"Ding ding ding!" Chris shouted happily. "It. Is. Fashion week!"

The four squealed a third time.

Chris pulled out his megaphone, "Shush!" He turned quickly to irritated and then back to pleasant when they stopped and stood still. "Fashion week is well, just plain awesome! So we have to honor it. We never have really before because our show was limited so. But we have soo much time to spend just thinking of other great challenges now. And real quick: thank you Lindsay for introducing us to the world of the part of fashion anyone rarely cares for."

-start confessional-

Lindsay: "You're welcome?"
Pause.
Lindsay, Justin, and Katie and Sadie on 3 different screens: "OMG fashion week!"

-end confessional-

"And I know what you're thinking… This challenge already sounds too familiar. Well, you got us there- but- I can assure you that it will be entirely different from any other challenge. This is because you 1. Half of you are going to be models, the other half are designers, 2. You won't necessarily get to choose your model and 3! You will actually have a professional beautician at your disposal that will do hair and makeup and has a selection of clothes available." He added in another bit as everyone's mouths dropped, "Before you get too excited, there is only one beautician so you better grab him before someone else does. His closet is small, so you'll have to grab fast. Also, he likes to keep to himself, so you're going to have to do some hunting. You don't have to use the beautician, he's simply an option.

Beth was raising her hand, "You said half are models and half are designers… Does that mean each person is either a model or a designer? Doesn't that conflict with the 3 teams thing?

"Ha, funny you should ask that and ruin the surprise." He answered with a calm smile, "The teams are dissolved for this challenge. It is every-man-for-himself!"
All of the contestants let out a gasp, save Heather who seemed completely prepared for unrehearsed situation.

-start confessional-

Heather: "Told ya."

-end confessional-

"Here's a breakdown: There will be a special Total Drama fashion show tonight in the old theatre; the people who will walk the runway have already been pre-selected. Both the model and designer will be graded; the model on his/ her presentation and the designer on his/ her transformation of their model. Before the runway, you must each take one of these special edition cameras the interns will pass out after the designers choose their models," Chris lifted up an old, simple instant camera with a picture of his picture on it, "Yes, not only will the designers and models be graded on the runway, but on one photograph as well. There are only 5 shots in the cameras you will be able to choose from. And whichever picture you decide is the best will be projected on the back screen while the model is at the end of the runway being judged. Oh yes, we have judges… And make sure you have a good name for your design that is easy to remember because it is so much more fun when people have to guess who's who."

"Now, once you choose a certain path, there's no going back, so choose wisely because you won't get your model until after you've chosen your path." Chris turned and grabbed a top hat from behind him on the desk and began shaking it around as if to stir something held inside of it as he continued talking. "The Resources, you get to be the first 8 lucky choosers. So if you will please walk up in the order you were chosen for your team."

That meant Duncan was the first to walk up to the hat hesitantly and choose "No beautician" by saying so out loud before reaching his hand into the upside down object. "What the-?" He commented as he felt around in the hat, not expecting what was inside and then pulled out a tiny doll that resembled Lindsay. "Is this challenge co-ed and you just not tell us?"

"Oh," Chris said with a guilty happy smile, "did I forget to mention that?"

"Nice." Duncan commented mainly to himself, although he sounded as if he did not entirely mean it.

Alejandro went up after that little conversation claiming "no beautician" and grimaced at Sierra's doll. Heather then went up, said "beautician" and picked up a bare doll. "What is this?" She asked.

"Oh, hahaha wow! There's only one of those in there and you got it?! Hahaha oh man." Chris cleared his throat. "Ok, throw that away and pick another one."

And Heather did so with annoyance splattered all over her face. This time she picked up a tiny Katie doll.

"That means that she just took your spot as a designer and you get to be her model. And Katie, you don't get the beautician."

"How come I was put down as a model when you said that The Resources were meant to be designers this challenge?" Katie asked sort of whiney and hurt.

"Because it was thought to be an unfair advantage to have so many actual professionals be participate in this challenge."

Everyone gave Chris an odd look.

"Oh, don't look at me like that; I'm cruel, not unfair."

DJ claimed "no beautician" before picking out Noah's tiny doll. Sadie went for no beautician to everyone's surprise and much to her regret after she picked out Ezekiel's doll; it was almost as bad as Justin's reaction, because even though he chose the beautician, he picked up Eva's doll. Courtney chose the beautician also and picked out Owen's doll from the bunch. Gwen went up after that, choosing "no beautician" and drew out Izzy. LeShawna decided on "beautician" and pulled Beth's doll from the hat. Harold hesitantly settled on "no beautician" and grabbed Bridgette's doll. Trent moved forward and back quickly to establish "beautician" and drew out Geoff's doll. Cody went up last and selected "no beautician" as well as the last doll: Tyler.

"Well then," Chris said, looking upon the paired up contestants, "Time with the beautician is limited to one hour. You're total time to make your model look presentable is until seven o'clock tonight. And did I mention that the people who didn't choose the beautician will be rummaging through their own luggage to find your model something to wear?"

Most of the people were angry and some of their eyes widened and they gasped to the point they looked as if they just witnessed a car crash while the few people who chose the beautician did a small victory jump with immense smiles.

"Haha, ohh," Chris added, "as much as I love those looks on your faces... You really should get going; it's already one in the afternoon." He ended the sentence abruptly.
Justin, Courtney, LeShawna and Trent (and their models), who had chosen the beautician, all rushed outside to look for the mysterious man while the rest of the designers grabbed their models forcibly and sprinted to their rooms.

-start confessional-

Eva: "I'm a model-I'm a model??! I seriously wonder what goes through that thick McLean head of his!"

-switch to Justin-

"Eva a model-Eva a model??! How come not me, but Lindsay? How come I got stuck with Eva? How, how, HOW???!!

-switch to Gwen-

She does a low, scream of frustration and shakes her fists while the rest of her sits stiffly in a creaky, red theatre chair.

*fast forward*

She finally stops and slumps backwards. "At least it's not me modeling this time."

-end confessional-

Courtney stopped shortly after getting outside, much to Owen's bewilderment,

"What are you doing?" He asked, walking back to Courtney after realizing she was no longer running beside him.

Courtney looked up at him, "We can't just run around like chickens with our heads cut off, that could take forever. And if this man loves to keep to himself to the point where Chris said we have to hunt for him, then our best bet is to wait here and watch where those six don't go."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, as ridiculous as it is to hear, Chris is smart." She answered, her eyes focused on the dust trails being left behind the other six. "He said "hunting" for a reason. You search for things that are stationary and you hunt for things that are mobile."

"Oh."

"Come on, this way!" She yelled, tugging at his large arm, "I'll go around one side, you go around the other. One of us is bound to get a hold of him."


"You're going to have to really trust me on this."

But she sat on Duncan's bed, left leg laying over the right one, arms folded tightly, and looking away while shaking her head no.

"Not as a person of course." Duncan added, "As a designer."

Lindsay looked at him now, analyzing him, "Go on…"

"A man with a vision Lindsay. A vision to share the unconventional beauty with the rest of the world. And you're the only person alive who can communicate that message. Do it Lindsay, for the world…"

Lindsay jumped up in excitement, "Now you're talking! For the world Duncan, let's do it!" And she proceeded to take her clothes off, but the camera zoomed to the hallway outside the room where their voices were clearly being heard because Duncan hadn't closed the door all the way, let alone the walls were fairly thin.

"Whoa whoa, what are you doing?!" He shouted in shock.

"I'm getting changed!" She answered, shouting back but more in surprise that he was suddenly yelling at her.

"I don't have anything for you to change into yet!"

"Oh…"


"Ok Harold, I know we don't know each other very well and there was that whole Trent/ Gwen/ Duncan/ Courtney fiasco where people were taking sides and doing some not-cool things," Bridgette started before being interrupted,

"Like super-gluing a chunk of raw meat to my groin and letting your bear off its leash."

"After you called Gwen a stereotype poser goth and a wannabee anti-social." She interrupted back. "Which is very redundant. But who remembers?"

He stared at her.

"My point is it's in the past and… Oh you're a good guy. Please don't make me look bad on purpose."

"I admit the thought crossed my mind." He made a smile, "but that please was more than enough."

Bridgette smiled back.


LeShawna and Beth stood either end of the theatre, looking lost as they seemed to be thinking hard.

"You really think he's blocked off our rooms already and that we don't stand a chance at getting inside?" Beth said loudly.

"Oh I'm sure of it. Those interns don't look it, but they're fast. I would know…" LeShawna drifted off into remembering a time when they had caught up to her to capture a crazed Ezekiel chasing after her.


"Back off of my hair!" Heather screamed, pushing back the shears Katie was holding and running in the opposite direction.

"It's just a little bit," Katie tried to reassure, "You can seriously rock long bangs."

"Do you know how long it took me to grow out my hair?" Heather asked her in a slow, deep, meaningful tone. "I am not wearing any of your clothes Katie."

"Oh, but you have to. So too bad!" She exclaimed. "I'm sorry," she said after looking at Heather's taken-aback expression, "But you're doing this." She turned around back to her closet. "Besides, I've probably got nothing in here you haven't worn before."

"That's not me anymore. Which I only say since you apparently haven't noticed."

Katie got irritated, "And why not?"

Heather looked away slightly ashamed.

Katie instantly softened up, realization hitting her like a sandbag. "Because of what he said, huh? But that was years ago, hasn't he forgiven you? I mean, isn't that what you two were talking about in the garden area?" Katie took note of the questioning look on Heather's face. "Sadie and I were headed back there, but you two had beaten us to it and we heard everything. That's not the point though."

"Well there is that in the back of my mind… But there's also this…"

The camera then zoomed out and switched to other competitors as Heather peeled off her shirt.


"Lucky we wear the same size shoe," Gwen said in an unhappy tone, the camera zoomed in on only her face "But there are stories of you walking from China to Portugal barefoot and my platform boots are giving you trouble?"

The camera zoomed out slightly and revealed a wobbling Izzy with her arms spread out, "Maybe we could dress me up as an airplane, then I could do this and everyone would be all 'Ohhh she's an airplane!' "

Gwen sighed.


"This is not going to work." Noah told a hopeful looking DJ.

"Dude, don't say that, we can do it."

"Dude," He said almost mockingly, "I'm not as little as before but compared to you, I still look like an ant. What are you gonna do, wrap your clothes around me like some kind of toga?"

They both paused and thought about that.

"Oh jeez…" Noah commented upon seeing a literal light bulb (thanks to the magical interns) turn on above DJ's head.


"I can't believe you chose the beautician." Geoff commented, sitting on the small stone wall of the fountain.

"I can't believe we made four circles and still couldn't even find a clue as to where this man is." He added, relaxing next to him.

"So the plan now?"

"I'm thinking of… There's no way to say this in a manly way… I'm thinking of how I'm going to dress you up. Meanwhile, we're going to sit here and keep our eyes open for him or anything suspicious."


"I'm seriously not that much taller than you now. I'm just gangly." Cody reassured, throwing things out of his draws two or three things at a time.

"You are still taller than me though and do you know how tacky your clothes would look on me?" Cody lifted an eyebrow to Tyler, "Do you not know who my girlfriend is? I go to her shows, I know things."

"Ok you know what looks good, but I apparently don't have any of that… At least, in this era…" It was Tyler's turn to raise an eyebrow to his teammate as he watched him excitedly pull out a large red jacket.


"Just look at it, you'll like it." But the tall, curvy cop lady stood in the center of the room, hands over eyes and not budging.

"No!" The camera quickly darted between Sierra's whole body and Alejandro's shoulders, up.

"Sierra…" Alejandro sounded irritated but quickly regained his composure as best as possible. "All I'm asking you to do is look at it." But she remained still as a statue. "Please." The please made her fingers twitch slightly but she didn't move them. "I'm not going to try and screw you over; I'm getting graded on this as well." Sierra's fingers twitched again. "Please Sierra…"

"Don't beg, it's pathetic." The camera darting back and forth again.

"You don't have to trust me. You have to trust that I want to win. Whether we like it or not, we're a team right now and we will only get far if we work together. And if you refuse to participate in a challenge you get eliminated from it." He brought out, giving up on trying total politeness.

Sierra opened her mouth to retort, but stopped herself mid-breath, "Fine." She finally said. "But I still don't trust you." She put her arms to her side and stared at what he was holding in front of him. "Interesting…" She admitted.


Sadie was sitting on her creaky, stiff bed, forearms resting on gradually spread legs, one hand covering her mouth; she was in a deep, analytical thought.

Ezekiel stood uncomfortably with his hands in his trenchcoat pockets, looking at the little details in the room to try to distract himself from the situation at hand.

"Ok," She finally said, clapping her hands together and standing up, "I've got an idea. But for goodness sake, go take a shower and swallow the rest of that bottle of Listerine in there. And you make d*BEEP* sure you wash that head of yours before I touch it."

"Whoa, don't hate on the hair, eh." He responded. "Why you want to be touching it anyhow?"
Sadie lifted up her hair-straightener with a grin that only a fiend with a plan knew. "Shower." She ordered calmly after he just stood staring at the straightener with his eyebrow furrowed inward.


"You are a woman!" Justin blared, arms extending out in aggravation to point at Eva's body. The camera zoomed in on her face; she was glaring at him and the camera dashed back to notice Justin taking a step back out of fright but kept himself appearing somewhat calm. "Thank you for catching the beautician and waiting patiently for me to look through his closet, but you need to quit trying to put on men's clothes behind my back." The camera zoomed out to reveal she was statued in the middle of putting on a trenchcoat over the sportswear she was already wearing.

"I don't look right in girly things, alright!"

"That's because you look like a man. But we have the beautician; we're going to fix that today." Justin lifted up a pair of worn boxing gloves and a great idea became obvious all across his face, as it seemed to be some sort of happy shock. "How would you feel about wearing some boxing gear?"

"Boxing isn't very womanly…" She replied, mainly thinking to herself loudly.

"It will be once we're done with you... Chef!" Justin called, the camera moved quickly to Chef Hatchett wearing some nice dress pants and a white t-shirt, wearing black latex gloves and a black aprin filled with beautifying tools. "Pluck those eyebrows, but keep them thick, thin will make her forehead look even more gigantor than it already is. Wash that hair and put long extensions in it. I want dark blue eyeshadow and glitter around those eyes as well as some dark matte lipstick to go with. Do it like your life depends on it. And you must put some acrylics on those hands and give some cure to those pedi!"

Eva's eyes were popped out of her skull; she actually looked scared but turned to angry as soon as Chef got near her.

"Sit!" Justin screamed at her, a passion Total Drama hadn't seen before rising out of him.

"Boy you only get one hour," Chef retorted, "there is no way I can do all that, I'm not a miracle-worker."

Eva seemed struck by that one as a frown came over her as she did as Justin said and sat down, looking over her big hands and nawed down fingernails as she did so.

"We only get one hour sessions." Justin corrected, him and Chef not noticing the change in Eva just then. "He never gave us a limit on how many sessions…"

Chef snickered madly, "Boy, I like the way you think."

Justin was turned back around sifting through the contents of Chef's little closet when suddenly there was a loud pounding on the door and a screaming Courtney followed after a few failed attempts at opening the door with the handle.

"Unlock this door! You can't just hog him and his stuff like that! I know you're in there and you can hear me! Open this door!"

"Oh, you'll get it... once our sessions are done, don't worry." Justin mocked happily and his grin turned into a victorious smile as he heard Courtney make an unsatisfied moan that sounded more like a short scream.

-start confessional-

Justin: "If she's not with me, she's against me..." Justin said through a wicked grin. "Hopefully Katie and Sadie see it that way as well… I see how they've been sucking up to people; I know they're up to something… And I know I really should be trying to keep myself on the downlow but this is my element, I just can't help it here. And I've always been intrigued by the designing end of fashion." He smiled happily for a moment before suddenly a thought flew into his brain and out of his face. "But that means the same for Katie and Sadie since they are actually designers… Yes, today would be a good day to take them up on their kissery and perhaps return the favor." He was thinking out loud now. "I just need to get them alone…"

-end confessional-

Outside of the small room backstage of the theatre Owen looked on at Courtney and watched as her rage melted back into patience, "It's a waiting game now, but it shouldn't be a problem, we have plenty of time; even if he takes more than one session."

"Actually I'm mainly pissed about how that trendy worm and shemale got to him first."
Just after she said that, LeShawna, Beth, Trent and Geoff appeared from around different corners of the stage.

"Heard her screaming?" LeShawna asked Trent who answered with a big nod yes.


At that point the show cut off for a commercial break in order to skip the next (boring) five hours of that day and move on to 5 minutes before the fashion show was about to begin. The 'designers' were all taking their seats at the end of each row in the middle of the theatre on either side of the runway that was built quickly and extended from the edge of the stage to the center of the large theatre and at the end of the runway were two small sets of stairs coming down it from the side. Their models were being forced to wear garbage bags with holes for their eyes and mouth over their body in order to protect the 'design' from being seen by anyone too soon.

"MODELS," Chris hollered through his megaphone from the second seat of the judge booth a fair distance from the end of the runway (the cameras weren't showing us the other judge yet), "Remember not to take those off until after you step out onto the runway."

And with that, all of the models slowly made their way to the stage to stand behind the curtain and wait for their cue.


Justin looked over the scene; Duncan and Gwen were talking and keeping to themselves in the corner, they looked comfortable together and for a second he lingered on the thought that maybe there were some residual feelings there before moving on to notice Harold, LeShawna, Trent, Courtney, and Cody formed in a half circle, immersed in listening to each other's jokes, and finally he observed Alejandro walking over to Duncan and Gwen, Katie and Sadie on his tale as if he was trying to inconspicuously run away from them. Justin saw his one chance and walked with deliberation to Katie and Sadie; he stopped in the middle of their trail and put on one of his dazzling smiles. Katie and Sadie looked at each other and smirked then looked back at Justin,

"Hi Justin." They said in unison, happily stroking his ego.

"What are you ladies up to?" He asked referring to the deeper meaning behind their actions.

"Alejandro is just such a loner now." Katie said.

"Don't you just feel so bad for him?" Sadie added without missing a beat.

"I don't know, he managed to make friends alright with Trent, Izzy, Owen, Bridgette, Geoff, Duncan and Gwen alright last season."

"Except now Trent completely hates him because of that scene he caused with him, Duncan, Gwen, and Courtney." Katie told him with a serious face.

"Owen and Trent are pretty good friends too, so that automatically puts Owen on the anti-Alejandro list. So then of course you can count Izzy on the anti-Alejandro list." Sadie put in.

"You know, besides all the things Alejandro did to him earlier than that." Katie spoke again.

"Izzy is just plain unstable in the first place and not a good investment" Sadie finished.

Justin raised an eyebrow to them, "What are you ladies up to?" He asked again, this time without a smile, referring to their critical analysis of a few of their other competitors.

"I think we just got found out." Sadie said in almost a whisper.

"What are you up to Justin?" Katie asked, raising an eyebrow to him now.

"Me?" He put on fake shock. "I'm not doing anything. But I was thinking about something."

"What were you thinking about?" Sadie asked; she and Katie looking seriously intrigued.

"I think the people here have underestimated the 'less interesting' characters for far too long… Don't you?"

Katie and Sadie looked to each other with the same thought passing through their minds before looking back to Justin with a mocking smile.

"We were thinking the same thing." They told him in unison once more, the serious feel of their tone seeming awkward to people who have so far only heard their goofy laughter and ditzy sounding speech.

-start confessional-

Katie and Sadie: "Uh-oh…" Katie said with a sarcastic smile.

"We've been caught…" Sadie said with the same sly grin.

"Of course it was a little scary when he confronted us." Katie brought up, the humor in her tone fading out.

"Yeah, for a moment it was like: S*BEEP*. We're going to be outed and we won't be able to do anything we planned." Sadie continued for her very best friend.

"Our plan was going a lot slower anyway."

"For sure. We were hoping to talk to Eva but so far we haven't even seen her except for those few minutes earlier in the day."

"We were hoping to talk to Ezekiel too…" Katie trailed off with a hint of irritancy in her voice. Sadie looked away from Katie's stare. "Well?" She finally asked aloud.

"Ok," Sadie confronted, "I was working on making him look good, I was focused and he wasn't cooperating and it was distracting!"

-end confessional-

"Let the games begin with! …," Chris McLean called out, sitting down and waiting for the normal theatre lights to be turned off in replacement by the flashing, multi-colored ones from earlier along with that same Dub Step DJ Mix before signaling the two interns to read from a piece of paper the 'designers' had written on.

"Eccentric Allure!" They called out together not seeming entirely fascinated.

Although a garbage bag was first visible, it was obvious that whoever was under it was tall, thin and female, and looked like they could walk with the garbage bag on. But as the camera zoomed out to watch the person start walking and swiftly force the garbage bag apart with her bare hands, the camera quickly went to see the expressions covering each 'designer's' face before getting a good look at the woman except that she was showing quite a bit of skin and black and metallic silver. The camera scrolled across the rows to show the shocked faces, it stopped at a certain one at the end, which was extremely happy and cheering a long "Yeah!"; which was Duncan.

The camera went back to concentrate on Lindsay's catwalk. Her hair was flowing freely straight down past her shoulders, her eyes were wearing heavy black eyeshadow and metallic silver eyeliner that extended outside of her eyes in order to form a swirly design to match her black bottom lip and metallic silver top lip. She held her head up high and grinned just barely as if she were a proud queen; and that she was: a proud queen of the runway. The ripped half-a-shirt she was wearing was that metallic silver and was being balanced out by a black, long-sleeved, net type dress that hung loosely to the middle of her thigh. And from her waist to her middle thigh was a leather miniskirt. And last but not least, on her feet were tall, metallic silver pumps made of faux leather. When she got to the end of the runway she looked down at the judges (Chris and Chef) as if judging them herself, then proceeded to walk down the left stairs and sit beside Duncan who she enthusiastically high-fived as soon as her butt was in the seat.

"La Reina De Las Silvestres!" The interns called as soon as Lindsay was out of sight, at last picking up the excitement of everything that was happening.

A very tall and curvy garbage bag walked onto the stage and stopped peel off the garbage bag and pose briskly; She was sitting on the soul of her left foot and right hand with her right leg stretched out and left arm extended out and holding a red piece of square cloth. Her hair was put in a tight, neat side bun covered slightly by a large red flower. Sierra snapped her head up and then whipped the red cloth square over her shoulder while finally standing up again and taking her march down the runway. Her lipstick was bright red to match the flower, but other than that she wore no makeup. The jacket she was wearing looked as if it was made of suede and only went down to her ribcage; it was black with a couple of random gold strips going down each side. She had matching Capri pants that covered the top of thick white socks and a pair of average looking black flats. Sierra then walked off the stairs on the right side and went to sit down next to Alejandro at the end. Again, eyes were popped by everyone except for the proud 'designer'.

"Lady Of Secrets!"

A petite garbage bag walked out and what looked like a modernized Geisha appeared as the garbage bag fell down at her sides after she let it go due to her cutting a hole in the top before walking out. Her hair from the back was bunched perfectly loosely near the top of her head and was decorated with two large white feathers on each side and a ribbon on one side, some hair from the sides were left hanging even looser to look as if it had simply been folded over, and her forehead was no longer visible as there were thick bangs draping down to just above her eyebrows. Her face was powdered down with extremely thick white foundation. She was wearing thick black eyeliner on only her top lids in order to emphasize the almond shape of her eyes alongside ruby red eyeshadow spread across her whole lid and up to her eyebrows and ruby red lipstick on only the thick center part of her lips, her face altogether looked like a mask. The longcoat she was wearing was white with a simple red stripe on the open seems, it hung open and went all the way to her ankles, its sleeves also hung large and loose at the end. Underneath she was wearing a white, short, strapless white dress with a large black band of fabric circling around her back and stomach. And on her feet were black platform sandals. Heather walked off the left side in order to sit next to Katie. Again, eyes were popped by everyone except for the proud 'designer'. Alejandro especially was eyeing up and down at the woman he was already glad to call his.

"Ye Olde' Renegade!" Screamed the interns after Heather was off the stage.

A thin, average height male hesitantly walked out and was even more unsure about taking off the garbage bag. Finally, he tore the thing away from him with one arm, the other wrapped firmly behind his back. A nearly unrecognizable Noah appeared, his hair twisted to resemble dreadlocks, a red bandana pulling the front of it back. An oversized, long-sleeved, white, shabby, 17th-century shirt with an unbuttoned black vest that looked just as bedraggled and matching, wrinkled brown pants. The boots he had on were also quite worn down and looking somewhat loose around his feet as Noah stomped down the runway with at first: vexation; but then a bit of a grin showed upon his face as all the energy in the room got to him as well. And the fact that he was a pirate instead of a cocktail waitress was a plus. Noah came to the end of the runway and stopped in front of the judges for a moment and then pulled out the arm he had tucked away, he lifted up the fake hook attached to his hand and pointed it at them and then walked down the right side to sit by DJ.

"High-Class Nosferatu!" Screamed the interns after Noah walked off.

There was a pause before another average height male figure stepped out, or more accurately stumbled out; it looked as if someone had pushed him. The slim figure walked slowly forward with the garbage bag still covering him.

"Ezekiel, take off the garbage bag!" Sadie screeched, standing up to emphasize how much she meant that. Justin looked at Sadie and snickered slightly, proud of himself at how right he was about the craze that was coming out.

Looking back to the runway, we see Ezekiel dawdling with taking off the garbage bag as much as possible. First, we saw that he was wearing slim and shiny, black dress shoes. Next we saw a well-pressed pair of old-fashioned, black trousers and one end of an unbuttoned, long, black frock coat at the knees; as the bag goes up it is revealed the other is bunched up and behind due to one of his hands being in a pocket of his trousers. Unsurprisingly the vest he was wearing was also black, surprisingly the shirt with the short turnover collar was white, and there was no floppy bowtie to go with this 1890's ensemble. All the black made Ezekiel's face look even paler than it already was and the four scars trailing down from his middle cheek to his neck were visible now that his hair was swept back. He looked like a proper and charming Englishman with a dark purpose and no soul like a from an old vampire novel.

As the shock of everyone's appearance being entirely different and flat out crazy in some ways sunk in to all of the designers (and judges currently not on the screen), their eyes were not as bulged and they were more open to the idea of how 'out there' fashion was but they were still amazed at the styles that had been fashioned with such little resources and amount of time. They all nodded with approval of Ezekiel's look and watched him walk down the runway and off the left side but then put their attention back at the stage curtain to see the next 'model'.

"The Head Honcho!" The interns shouted for next.

This time an all around large garbage bag stepped out onto the long platform with a heavy walk in a pair of broad and black, suede business shoes. From there it was a well-pressed, coal gray, striped suit; the jacket buttoned over a white collared shirt and a sky blue tie. Owen's hair was worn short and straight, a small part noticeable on the left side. His beefy self took mountainous strides with one hand tucked inside of a pocket and the other holding a cigar. The role of tough administrative professional looked good, but did not quite fit him as anyone who had a conversation will tell you he was as gentle as he looked brawny. Still though, Courtney rooted for him as he stomped along and down the left side to sit next to her.

"Simply Sloppy & Slightly Sinister!" Called out the interns.

Another thin female figure jumped out, literally jumped out, and as she landed the air forced the garbage bag up and off of her. Izzy was posed for a moment with her legs and arms spread for balance. She stood straight suddenly and lifted her head high with pride. She put her fists on her hip and began striding down the runway, her dark rich purple, red, and green patched heels clattering slightly as she went. The relaxed, fitting denim she was wearing was hemmed up to her ankles and had white plaid patches around the knees with a few small rips near the top of one side. Her torso was covered with a plain, clean, loose, fitting white t-shirt underneath a sort of velvet, clean, loose, fitting, gray tank top. Her face looked nearly ghost white alongside the dark rich plum lipstick with matching eyeshadow and black as night eyeliner. Yes, the palette grunge look was complimenting her form; Owen especially enjoyed the style she had taken on for the moment. She even looked good while she staggered down the right side of the stairs a bit and even more so on her way to sit next to Gwen.

"Blast From The Past!" The interns screamed with as much excitement as ever.

A shorter garbage bag with a puffed out bottom appeared out from behind the curtain. She shed the garbage bag gracefully to reveal that she was wearing saddle shoes with bobby socks which led up to a white and pink poodle skirt. The short-sleeved white sweater she had on was tucked in and she had on a pink handkerchief that put even more emphasis on her large bust. Furthermore, she was wearing soft pink lipstick in addition to her neat black eyeliner and long lashes. This vintage style was incomplete without the classic side ponytail, which was quite ironic really, as Beth was known most on the show for that side ponytail she would sport all day and night. But the sock hop image suited her nonetheless; it was almost as if she walked out of an old magazine. Her walk ended with her going down the left side stairs and heading over to join LeShawna.
            
"The Duke!"

The sound of spurs clicking was heard and a very tall, buff garbage bag stomped out onto the runway. The garbage bag was thrown off like the unveiling of a tarp in a magic trick. There were spurs attached to brown, high-top, heeled, pointed-toe boots apparent under denim jeans and smooth chaps. Then there was the blue, long-sleeved, button up shirt accompanying the red bandanna around his neck and the deerskin gloves on his hands, which were holding a bulky rope. Last but not least, was a familiar brown, high crowned hat with a wide brim on top of Geoff's head. Geoff put on a little show with the rope he was holding, switching the twirling lasso between his hands. Everyone appreciated his look, but snickered slightly at the fact that the outfit wasn't too far from the truth. He was also the only model who was smiling and looking like he was having fun as he made his way down and off and then to Trent who gave him a knuckle-pound before sitting.

"Breaking Stereotypes!" Shouted the interns yet again.

And yet again, a thin female figure walked out. When she finally stopped hesitating with taking off her garbage bag, she took it off slowly and fumbled with it a bit. A pair of soft gold flip-flops was the first most visible piece of the outfit. Next, it was the only thing people could look at: the very tight pair of capri denim overalls; which was all she was wearing aside from her shoes and a couple of accessories. Her bare back and sides were the most eye-catching and then her well-toned calves and thin chest. Her hair was worn down to her back, the few natural waves bouncing as she moved forward, and a pencil pulling half of it back behind the right ear it was resting on. Lastly noticeable was the pair of slender glasses on her not-wearing-makeup face. No makeup and nerdy would have been a huge risk for even the most beautiful models, but Bridgette was probably the only woman who could have worn it the way she did today, and she and Harold were obviously proud. It was all mind-blown eyes on her even as she walked down and off the right set of stairs.

Geoff stood up and shouted proudly and defensively; interrupting the interns before they could even talk. "My wife! Mine!"

Bridgette blushed madly and hid her eyes in one of her hands while the interns, Chris, and Chef all stared at Geoff. When Geoff took not of the irritated stares he slowly sat down and allowed the show move one.
            
"Classic Peace & Love!" Yelled out the interns.

The garbage bag that came out next was obviously Tyler. Besides the fact that it looked very tall and athletic, he was the only 'model' left to present. He tripped on himself as he struggled to take off the garbage bag but was able to catch himself again. An odd look on Tyler, the first (most noticeable) bit of the outfit was the open fringe leather vest and the long peace symbol necklace on his torso. His hair looked unkempt, mainly due to the random Pocahontas headband in the middle of his head. His pants were bell-bottomed and appeared drastically worn-down, including big holes at the knees. Moreover, to complete the ensemble, was a pair of leather sandals. This ode to the hippie generation fit him well; he looked like a true representative. He gave a cocky bow when he got to the end before heading down the right side to sit with Cody.

"And last... But uhh not least... Boxing Beauty!" The interns hollered questioningly.

A tall, buffed out figure stepped out and the woman underneath, wearing mock boxing gear, ripped the garbage bag away very unexpectedly proudly. Eva was wearing navy blue of course; it was the color that looked best on her. She was barefoot except for her ankles being wrapped in white sports tape and her hands were smothered with classic red boxing gloves. From there, all she was wearing were shorts so short and tight it may as well have been a sprayed on bikini bottom and a sports bra so showy and tight it may as well have been a bikini top. Her hair was let down (longer than normal) and falling gently as silk down to her lower back. She was wearing thick black eyeliner and mascara alongside sparkling blue eyeshadow that spread to the sides of her eyes and now that she had two eyebrows (that remained thick and full but somehow seemed entirely different) her hazel eyes seemed nearly three-dimensional. Her lipstick was also dark and made her lips look literally kissable and the mole above them on the left side seemed just as beautiful. She went down the runway punching at air with a smug smile. The foreign feeling of 'being feminine' was not at all apparent on this vivacious woman.

Everyone was back to being just plain shocked as they continued to watch her walk down and off the right and then to the seat next to Justin. Katie and Sadie were both staring at Justin in sheer awe and he winked back at them, causing them both to go giddy for real and Katie's cheeks to turn pink.

The whole show had left everyone stunned and in awe, but Eva drove them near insanity.

"Well…" Chris finally spoke up. He turned to Chef, who was sitting at his right. He looked back at him and nodded in agreement. "I think we know who our winner is!" Chris bellowed in excitement. "Justin and Lindsay! You are our winners!"

"What???" All of the 'designers' and 'models' stood up to ask in pure bewilderment.

"What, what?" Chris asked them back mockingly.

"You know what we mean, Chris!" Shouted Courtney as she walked up to him followed by the rest of the losing competitors.

"I said a designer and a model would win. I even specifically said it was every-man-for-himself."

"I have the feeling you just love making us angry." Alejandro spoke up, trying to pierce Chris with his eyes.

"What? I would never!" Chris asked and answered sarcastically once more. "Even if it is totally hilarious. Haha, you've been doing this show with me for how many years and you still can't guess my next move?" Chris and Chef busted up laughing whilst this challenge's losers stomped away to the hotel, at first irritated, but then to find one another in order to comment on each other's work and appearances.

"So what does that mean for us?" Justin asked Chris with Lindsay right next to him.

Chris stopped laughing and went back to his happy host self. "You guys get your choice of three awesome prizes": The camera flashed over the three items sitting on the judges table. "1. A get out of challenge free card." The camera scrolled past a Monopoly-styled card with a tiny picture of a black body handing Chris said card and the words 'get out of challenge free' on the rest of the card. "2. restaurant tickets for two, or 3. A three-day trip back home." The camera scrolled over two gift cards in an envelope and then stopped on the round-trip airplane ticket in an envelope before zooming out to look at all three of them.

Justin and Lindsay gasped happily; Lindsay ran up and grabbed the restaurant tickets before running out of the theatre and calling for Tyler while Justin just stood and looked curiously from the two items left to Chris and back.

"Do you have a question you would like to ask so that I can move on?" Chris asked him, his loss of patience evident.

"No." Justin replied, taking up the airplane ticket and then walking away.


Back at the hotel everyone was chattering away and making their own fun. Izzy was sitting on Owen's shoulders comfortably while they talked to Eva, Noah and Ezekiel (who wasn't saying much as he was busy admiring Eva; Eva didn't notice, she was too busy thanking people for their compliments and making fun of Noah.)

"I enjoyed turning their heads!" Eva told roughly. "Oh yeah, I can do everything!"

"So are you going to keep doing everything or...?" Owen asked hesitantly.

Eva actually thought about it for a moment, "No way! Women should not be forced to conform to society's concept of what is best. I will not let the man bring me down!" And then she began tugging out the extensions in her hair.


Gwen and Duncan were sitting with Alejandro and Heather who were snugged together.

"I can't believe you two are actually really together." Duncan said.

"Seriously." Gwen also commented.

They both gave Alejandro a confused look and he returned with a meaningful stare as if telling them to back off. Heather noticed the interaction and started thinking about it for a moment before Alejandro interrupted her with a kiss.

"Ok, the shirt, skirt, and dress-thing you obviously cut up from your own clothes but... Why did you have those heels and that makeup with you?" Alejandro asked at Duncan.

"What are talking about, man?" Duncan replied. "All he said was that we had to get the materials from our own closets, he never specified whose closet."

"Nice." Alejandro, Heather, and Gwen agreed, giving him a high-five.
            

Then it was Geoff, Bridgette, Cody, Sierra, Trent, DJ, Harold, LeShawna, Courtney, Tyler, and Beth all standing around having fun before Tyler was dragged away by Lindsay and Courtney was asked away by Justin.

"Alright, I'm in a good mood even though I lost." Courtney stated. "What do you want before I change my mind?"

"First off," Justin started, "I think you should have won. The whole rebel and crazy fashion statement is so overrated."

"Yes it is. Your point?"

"My point is I have a round-trip airplane ticket for a three-day trip back home." Courtney's eyes widened. "I have no reason to go back home, I was wondering if you wanted it."

"YES!" Courtney answered immediately. She jumped and hugged Justin tightly. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU!" She squeezed him one last time and even gave him a peck on the cheek before running to her room.

Justin turned around to look at Katie and Sadie who gave him an approving head nod.


Back at the theatre, Chris and Chef were sitting at the judges table, feet up, leaning back, and having their own conversation about the events of the night. Chris' eyes gazed over and noticed the camera; he stood up straight and brushed himself off.

"This was an exclusive episode of Total Drama Reunion. I hope you enjoyed the show as much as we did! Don't forget to tune in next week!"