Kevin looked out at the half lie he was being told. "-to keep the human population down."
If you wanted to keep a population down, you create a genocide...it's not like seven kids ain't gonna do anything. Oh right six kids and one adult who's done no effort to populate the world.

Kevin looked at the large man, with oh goody! more scary, "intimidating" dogs. it seems like the only arrow to their bow is fear Stifling a laugh he couldn't help but walk casually past the man, until the pitbull came in front of him, growling and snarling as it was on the leash. Unhindered the old man he stepped his way around the dog, tempted to kick it but decided not to make anymore trouble then he had to. He walked into the room with the words "Envy" written on top of the door with his green bag in his slightly wrinkled hands. Entering the room there was a man dressed in white, wearing a fake smile. "Sit in the chair." he asked with a voice of no expression.

The clothes that he was given before was stuffed into his bag and he dropped his bag next to him as he sat in the chair. With no warning the man in white pulled out a needle behind him and jabbed it into Kevin's arm and pushed the liquid in. The old man could only grit his teeth and look to his side to search for the man, only to find his arm and felt another needle being jabbed into his ear. Fast little bastard! The man walked in front of Kevin with a pill in his hand but the old man beat him to it, snatching the pill from his hand and gulping it down with no water leaving a very nasty aftertaste. The shower was next and Kevin reluctantly took off his clothes, revealing the demeanor of his body. After the soap dropped from above, hot water stinging the old man's body, and what can only be described as a human blowdrier stage he quickly went back into his brown tweed jacket, glasses, and black fedora hat before stepping out.

After he grabed his Bleen bag (Black and Green) and was directed to the hallway he took a moment to look at the dining table, which was either made out of solid gold, or was painted in gold colour. either way he could see the other two sins sitting, Sloth & Lust, Honey & Jade. God where their parent drunk when they came up with these names?

Three chairs on each side of the table and one chair at the end, so obviously the old man sat at the end, next to Honey. He didn't want to interupt anything because it seemed like the both of them were talking, so he dropped his bag next to him and pulled down his fedora hat on his face.
It's always a good time to sleep, or try to sleep.

Honey looked at Jade. She seems friendly. I wonder if she is good at anything... I could use her if she is... She thought. She also thought of other things, but shooed them away along with that thought. She gave a very friendly and full of life smile. "Tell me about it." She gave a small chuckle.
One of the things she was amazing at was faking her own emotions. She could lie to an angel or God and they would be the ones fooled. She was a master at it and no one could tell she was faking. "My Name is Honey..." She let out her hand and was almost the perfect actress. Acting as if she was the friendliest person in the world, as if she was a down to earth person. One thing she knew was that she needed one other person besides herself; someone she can manipulate, particualy a boy, but a girl would work too. She also examined another boy who sat down as well.
She watched as the old man walked through the doors. She had no intrest in an old geaser like that, I mean, who would if you where like Honey. She looked back at Jade. "I bet half of theese people didn't even committ a thing. I kinda feel bad for everyone." She talked like she was down to earth, caring, friendly, and kind. No one would even guess at the plan she was potting.

Heh, and I am the sin of Sloth? Psh, yea right...



((The bold posts are advancement posts, so just because I post with Honey, doesn't mean the story techanecally moved on... I mmean it might when your characters are on the island... i hope that makes sense... :P ))

Cash would not give them the satisfaction of watching her squirm. After entering the Vanity room, she silently took everything she was handed, not flinching when the ugly white-robed woman gave her shots, specifically stripping off her clothes in such a sexual way it obviously made the doctor uncomfortable. She didn't let herself smile, though. Better to let them question their sanity, bringing her here. She already knew what she was going to do with her million dollars- get the black-haired woman and the ugly doctor fired and put on their asses. See if they were so confident without needles and big dogs at their back.
When she went to the table she ran a hand through her thick blonde hair.
"You are Envy," she stated to the man with the hat covering his face. He wasn't asleep. His breathing wasn't steady enough. She didn't like the girls at all- but she knew she got along with men quite well. Especially mature ones, who weren't in it to bed her. She shook her head, blinking her blue eyes free of what she'd thought were long-forgotten memories.

"You are Envy." The old man tilted his hat back on his head to see the blonde haired blue-eyed girl who spoke to him. "Don't know why, I can propably be everything else. Name's Kevin." He said back to the person, who looked as if she was fresh out of high school. This was... Vainity? or Vanity? What was it to be vain?

"What's your name?" The old man added to his first response, interested in why the girl talked to him first.

"Cashlin," said Cash sociably. She wasn't in the greatest mood, but her ego hadn't been dampened by the other competitors and even so, not by much.
"So." She plucked at her earlobe where the ugly doctor had shoved a tracking device. "What're you here for?" She didn't notice if he reacted strongly to that- she didn't much care anyway. It was beneath her notice, what he did, but suddenly she wished she could take her words back. Not because of their insensitivity, but because he, in return, would ask her what she, in fact, did. What did I do, though? Really. She asked herself, but she already knew the answer.

Hearing the loud barks clong from the dog didn't scare Angel one bit. he was more afraid of dealing with the man. He grabbed his new survival pack and wen off to follow the others. There was nothing for the male to do now but to obey orders, he'd have to think of a plan later when his mind was clear. The thought of a nice bath and meal seemed to relax the male a lot more. That was until he walked through th doors that read "Wrath".

Two large men with built figures stood side by side, it seems the people in charge did their homework and knew how much of a struggle he would cause. Nodding to each other they both pinned the male against the door, its knob digging into his back didn't help at all. A woman ducked around one of the two males, and flicks the syringe in her hands. Panicking at the sight of the large needle he screamed and thrashed his arms but, but the two made sure the tracker had entered his system. He shivered feeling a ball like substance run through his veins. "Drink." The woman said, her voice reminded angel of a robot. Not wanting to get hurt any further he opened his jaw and took in the pill and water. After stripping and having and having to bathe in front of the three, the male finally made it out of the room with red cheeks. "What a fag." he thought he heard one of the male say. He bit his lip feeling traumatized by the experience.

He buttoned his shirt up as he entered the large dining hall, it seems that he was the only one left and felt embarrassed. He took an empty seat, not needing the woman to tell him. He turned to his side and saw that he sat next to a girl the old man seemed to be sitting at her opposite side. Keeping to himself he started to admire the silverware, secretly he tried to listen to most of the conversations going on.

Kevin leaned back in his chair and spoke back to the Cash as she asked why he was here. His brother's accidental death, Vietnam, and even the Harley Davidson Nam gang in one word. He leaned in across the table and whispered that one word in a cold expressionless voice

"Murder."

The old man brought up an index finger and put it vertically against his worn our lips, a devilish smile made it's shape, as a sign of silence and secrecy. The index finger curled back with the rest of his caloused hand and adjusted his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Appearences were truly decieving indeed. "Cashlin Fredericks, You have commited the sin of Vanity." remembering the words spoken by the woman in the waiting room.

"What have you done?" Kevin said back, knowing that appearences are decieiving, no matter how attractive physical appearences are.

"I didn't mean it to be-" she began, then reconsidered. "The same," said Cash in a smaller voice. She didn't particularly care to broadcast this...acheivement. In the least.
She glanced at the boy whom looked about her age sit down next to her. "And you?" she asked, eyes quiet. She let out a soft breath. It was out, somewhat. The thing she'd been shunned for. And she couldn't take it back. It made her feel relieved. She visably relaxed, leaning back in her chair so she could see both men.

Chad walked into the room titled Greed, and wasd faced with two stocky men. He took the pill, winced as he had the injection, and did his best not to make eye contact as he went for a shower. The water felt good against his back, a strong, thrumming beat against his shoulder blades. He dried off, got dressed, and walked into the dining room. It seemed that everyone else was here, so he just took a seat next a guy that looked about his age. There was no way he was sitting next to Grizzly Addams on the other side. he picked up a knife, and spun it in one hand, like a tiny baton.