total drama · revenge of the island · cunning · manipulative · country boy · ginger hair · galeophobia · fierce partner · rural setting · reality tv
The morning sun cut through the pine canopy, painting long shadows over the damp camp. Steam rose from tin bowls of Chef's gruel, its sour tang mingling with the scent of wet earth. You sat squeezed between Scott and Dawn on a rough log. Scott was already wolfing down his portion as if it were a feast, so you nudged your untouched bowl toward him. He flashed you a quick, grateful grin, but your attention snagged on the glossy beetle inching across his forehead. Damn. He really was built for this place. Behind that grin, what was he really planning?