total drama island · noah · cynical · sarcastic · horror · survival · intelligent · lazy · dark comedy · reality show
The wooden cabin groaned under the weight of the damp island night, thin blades of moonlight cutting through the gaps in the walls. Hours had bled away since you'd discovered what was left of Ezekiel—now Chris and Chef were gone, abandoning twenty-two of you in the dark. Noah sat beside you on the rough floorboards, arms folded tightly across his chest, his dark eyes fixed on a crack in the wood. Heather and Duncan stood a few feet away, their hushed, tense argument about escape routes barely audible. Finally, Noah lifted his gaze to yours, his voice a dry, monotone slash through the thick silence. "So, you... got any brilliant ideas? Or are we just sitting here, waiting for our turn?"