The survivors of this season were filmed on a not too small island in the Republic of Fiji archipelago in the South Pacific. The Fiji Islands, which are close to the equator, have a tropical rainforest climate with abundant rainfall.
At this time, I was sitting on a small sailboat, and the sailboat, under the control of the staff, rode the wind to the beach that was getting closer and closer in front of me. With all the contestants, a total of three sailboats sailed on the sea, which also represented three pre-assigned tribes with different characteristics.
There was silence on the yacht and we were not allowed to communicate with each other before the race. But this is the time when the contestants look at each other.
There were three men and three women, including me, on the sailboat I was on. Two blonde beauties, one big wavy brunette, and all three women are basically the same type in my opinion. His chest was surging, and he desperately exuded his hormones to the men around him.
At first glance, it is the type who is loved by thousands in daily life and is regarded as a thorn in the side of other women. Such women may have a hand in dealing with straight men, but when they fall to the female-dominated number, they will be defeated like a mountain.
I don't have to worry that they will form alliances with each other, because their first choice in this situation must be to use their charm to charm a man who has an advantage in physical strength. Moreover, when a woman of the same type meets, she will only be hostile to the other party, as if she had bumped into shirts on the street.
Men, on the other hand, are the opposite. Most men turn to another man of the same type as a confidant. It's like the men who wear shirts, think it's a tacit understanding that they like the same clothes.
There are two men besides me, one of them is a Caucasian with the same black hair and blue-green eyes as Neal Caffrey, except that he has a slight beard on his face, which is different from Neal's advocating a refined life. Very manly. The other is the most typical Nordic race with blonde hair and blue eyes, with a high nose bridge.
But they all have the same characteristics, strong physique. A sturdy and lean body, but the muscles will not protrude too much and become like a strong man. Coupled with their tall height and handsome faces, they must be the type of heartthrobs on weekdays.
Seeing this, I finally couldn't help but sigh. It seems that in the so-called beauty tribe I belong to, all the contestants should be models. Even if it is not a professional model, the crew must be selected according to the standards of the model.
Looking over to the sailboat on the left, in what looked like a collection of nerds, I saw Rhett, who was a little out of place in his age. Apart from Spencer Red, there is no one in their group who looks under 35.
Reid felt my sight and looked over calmly.
"Pretend you don't know me and try to stay." When he saw me, I avoided the camera of the bow photographer, raised my hand to cover my face, and lip-synched.
As an fbi agent, my guess is that Rhett has no trouble reading lips. Sure enough, he looked away and nodded slightly invisibly.
I no longer continue to observe the contestants of Red's tribe, because I know that he will find out each person's character and occupation when the tribe introduces each other, and even if the other party tries to hide it, it is impossible to hide from the bau profiler's eyes. Even if Reid is just a novice.
I didn't instruct him too much, even if his bau colleagues didn't instruct him on the rules of the game, but I don't think Reid would be stupid enough to deliberately say that he was working in the fbi, which aroused the vigilance of other contestants in the same tribe.
Although Rhett doesn't seem to have a good EQ, but with an IQ of 187, it is impossible for him to dig a hole and jump for himself in this situation. Just like I couldn't possibly tell the other five in the Beauty Tribe that I was still a top student at Stanford.
Turning my head, I looked at the boat on the right. One of the blondes sitting across from me thought I was looking at her and smiled at me. I didn't intend to lose her face at the beginning and set up a potential enemy, so I subconsciously returned a smile.
Out of the corner of his eye, he quickly looked at the six members of the Power Tribe. There were also three men and three women. One of the Indian girls was full of tattoos on one arm. The gorgeous flower arm made her, who was tied with dreadlocks, had a wheat-colored complexion, which was particularly impressive. But I felt that in her outward appearance that one might think she would be strong, there was a weakness that was prone to retreat.
Because her smile looks so carefree, and the eagerness to challenge in her eyes easily dispels the sense of experience her appearance brings to her. It's like a teenager with naive ideas and a rebellious mentality.
Another middle-aged woman, at first glance, can take care of half of the family, and it is not easy to compromise with others. Maybe still a single-parent mother with a child at least in her teens, I guessed in my heart. She's probably from the southern United States and supports a chewing farm every day. That's why her face looks weather-beaten, and she must rarely use skin care products on weekdays.
The third frame is in the middle age group, a woman in her twenties and early thirties. This woman must be a policeman, and the tension in my head suddenly came from Brian's memory of disgust at the police. Maybe it was Harry, who was wearing a police uniform, who took Dexter's back from his arms. This kind of stimulation made me actually feel a kind of irritable disgust for the police.
Then there's the man of the Power Tribe, there's a man whose profile grabs my attention the moment I see him. This is a profiled face like a knife, the deep dark blue eyes under the prominent browbones and the waves splashing by the side of the boat easily made me swayed.
His gaze seemed to be casually observing the island in front of him, as if he was going to perform a mission. The tight thin lips and the tight chin line gave him a sense of abstinence that was not easy to approach. soldier? My eyes fell on the scar on his left arm, which was obviously a bullet hole. Compared with an active military soldier, he was more likely to be a professional soldier who had been on the battlefield and retired due to injuries.
She looks like a policewoman in her early thirties, and is in the middle age group of the power tribe. He was neither as calculating as the silver-haired middle-aged man with a gray beard sitting next to him, nor as sluggish and mindless as the burly man who sat at the front of the boat and didn't make eye contact with others.
Well, all in all my favorite genre. What you do is not what you say, a taciturn man of action.
"Dear viewers, welcome to the Survivors of the Balaji! The contestants are now sitting on three sailboats to an uninhabited island in the Fiji Islands. This year's Survivor Competition will be here. Hold!" After the director's order, host Jeff stood up from the boat and said loudly to the aerial photography helicopter.
"From my left side, the tribe of wisdom, the tribe of beauty, and the tribe of strength!" Jeff began to make the most traditional opening remarks of survivors, whether it was behind-the-scenes dubbing or pre-filming, Jeff was in the season opening and the tribe. The lines at the meeting are basically a change of soup and not a change of medicine.
The cameraman on the aerial photography plane began manipulating the camera, capturing the expressions on the faces of the contestants along the way. I guess they will tell the audience through behind-the-scenes voiceovers about each contestant's occupation and characteristics during the final program editing.
When the camera was pointed in my direction, almost habitually, I leaned forward to let the sun shine on my face, the corners of my mouth brought up a heartwarming smile, and even my body movements made a very natural pose.
Among the models on the same boat, apart from female models, I am the only man who is still so dedicated. At this time, the other two models were caught by the appearance of getting closer and closer to the isolated island of the primitive rainforest. They couldn't refuse the hot-blooded nature of men's blood.
The on-screen image I want to create in Survivor is a character who doesn't look too arrogant and who can fully grasp the overall situation. It can't be as out of place as America's Next Top Model, and it can't be too long-sleeved.
Because it will make others unable to figure out my true character, contrast is not used like this. A person whose personality is too contrasting, from being isolated to calculating, will only make people feel that he is hypocritical.
As Jeff's opening remarks ended, the sailing of the three sailboats also arrived in front of the island's beach. Under Jeff's mobilization, the contestants each carried their own luggage, jumped off the sailboat, and waded to the beach.
Honestly, I'm really puzzled by their mindless actions. Maybe it's because of the secretion of adrenal hormones. Didn't they think that after wading on the water, how would the soaked shoes keep them warm in the middle of the night? What's more, how could they be in a good mood to build shelters and build fires with shoes that were soaked and covered in sand
Although the effect of the show is very important, and my screen image is also very important, but I can't convince myself to just jump into the sea like this. Falling behind, I silently took off my beach boots and rolled up my trousers, carrying my small backpack and slowly wading through the water at the end.
When everyone was standing on the beach, Jeff came over with a red, yellow and blue turban in his hand, representing the three tribes. "The Tribe of Wisdom, your representative color is yellow." He threw the turban to Reid's group, and a man dressed in a bit of a dress grabbed the turban before Reid reached out his hand.
You must know that even Rhett, who wears a tie, a suit shirt and a pony hanging on weekdays, has already changed into a t-shirt when he arrives here. This man, however, seemed out of tune with everyone. He was wearing a brightly colored shirt. At first glance, he looked like a guy who was arrogant and liked to get attention from others.
"Beautiful tribe, your representative color is blue." Immediately after, Jeff threw a dozen blue headscarves at me, and the expression on my face did not change at all.
"Hello, my name is Brian, I'm a model." I turned around and took it apart, introducing myself with a smile. "But I think I'm not the only model in our tribe?"
"Mario, although there are other jobs on weekdays, modeling is also my part-time job." The man with black hair and blue-green charming eyes said first.
"I'm Carmelita!" The blonde who winked with me on the boat before looked at me and said somewhat seductively, "I know your name is Brian, and you are in this season's America's Next Top Model. , you're one of my favorite male models."
"This is Jenny, I'm the cheerleader of the American abc football team." Another blonde hurriedly said after Carmelita finished speaking. Apparently she felt threatened by Carmelita's presence and activity.
"Oh, I forgot to mention it!" Carmelita's smile did not change at all, and she added proudly: "I was the beauty queen of last year in the United States."
"Anna. Nothing great, just a graphic model." The brunette was more composed than Carmelita and Jenny. With a sexy smile on her face, she glanced at the three men in the tribe, including me, clearly planning something.
"I'm the only one left?" A blond boy with a cowboy-like pattern tied his turban around his neck, looked up and said, "My name is Austin. I'm just a student for the time being!"