Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat. The rain pours down on this morning. Everyone is silent in the plane. No one speaks, for they all know. That only a few they can trust. Maybe even not that much. The plane lands on a huge roof top that has the letters KRBP painted on it. The morning is dark and gloomy.
"You have arrived to the Keyaki Resorts and Building Productions. Please dismiss and take all your belongings. We are not responsable for any stolen or missing valuables that you may have with you. Please exit the plane on the right." The man said over the loud speaker on the plane. "Good luck." The speakers grew quiet as you exited with your things. A huge muscular man stands outside with a german shepered by his side. "Go through the white doors and down the hall to the room on the right. The one with the words 'Welcome 7.' Once you arrive, sit down and wait." His voice was huskey, rough and scary. You walk through the entrance and you now realize, this isn't something you can just pull out of. You are in the building now. No turning back.
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Honey dragged her suit case off the plane and looked at the big buff guy giving out orders and directions. Her suit case wasn't big, infact, it was about the size of a book bag or something. She let out an annoyed sighed as she walked through the doors. The whole place was white. So white, that it hurted her eyes a bit. She was chewing some bubble gum and blew a small bubble. She kept on walking. She had on some shorts and a T-shirts. Her hair was pulled back to a low side pony-tail.
She walked down the hall and stopped and looked at the door. She was a bit hesistant at first but opened the door. She walked in and looked around. "They really don't know how to make it decorative do they? Oh well." She said. The room was white like the hallways and it had 10 chairs facing a built in screen with a long table and a couple of chairs by them. It had a small poteum in front of the screen. It looked like a small low-class and paid church you find in a poor country or something.
She looked around before something flashed onto the screen. In big bold letters, it spelled, TAKE A SEAT. She gave a small shrug and sat down.

Jade woke up, hearing the pilot speaking through the intercom. She shook her head and stood, stretching her sore muscles. She reached up at took her bag from above. It wasn't huge, but it was heavier than it looked. It held a few changes of clothing, some make-up and shoes. She figured she would at least look pretty when she died. She couldn't deny the fact that she thought she would be dieing her. The only "training" she had was camping with her parents back in England, and the martial arts she took as a kid when her parents brought her to America, touring for a movie. She dragged the bag behind her as she got off the plane.
The big guy standing down the steps was cute and she winked at him as she passed. Why not flirt in your final days? With a sigh she entered the bright-white halls. Her boot-heels clicked as she made her way down to the door the man told her to go to. Shaking her head, she walked into the room. She looked at the other girl who had gotten here before her. She shrugged and took a seat next to her. Friends couldn't hurt where they were going right? She fixed her emerald green dress straps and looked down at her necklace, a thin but long silver chain with a yellow heart pendant on the end. "I'm Jade." She said, looking up at the girl with a friendly smile.

Cash ran a hand through her long hair, her cinnamon gum making a consistant snapping sound she hoped carried through the still of the bus. She pressed her earbuds tighter into her thrice pierced ears, touching a pale fingernail onto the flat, silky screen of her iPod to switch the song. The others looked nervous, but she was not. For 1.5 million bucks? When commited, she knew, she would follow things to their end; this was one of her stronger commitments. When the plane finally landed, she shifted, adjusting the tight, sexy tanktop and jeans she wore before standing to grab her bag, giving herself a little smile. She was more beautiful than all the girls on the plane, in her opinion, and this pleased her. She grabbed her backpack and suitcase and wheeled it off the plane, offering a flirty smile to the police officer on the side with his dog, and was exited when he smiled back, following the rest of the guys and girls to the "7" area.

Heath listened to the voice emanating from the speakers. He rolled his eyes briefly, but followed the speaker's directions and grabbed his suitcase from the overhead compartment. It was a medium sized suitcase, not too heavy. He stretched momentarily before walking down the aisle and off the plane, his suitcase rolling along behind him. He took in the area around him, and noticed the guard and dog briefly. He nonchalantly shrugged lightly and entered the plain white building. He looked for where he should go, and spotted a sign. He walked over, his suitcase trailing behind him and entered the room containg Cash, Jade and Honey. He looked at each of them briefly before sitting at the head of the table, and leaning back, crossing is arms as he lounges in the chair.

Kevin could only think three things as the plane landed:
1. "Oh crap. I didn't think this was actually real!"
2. "Why am I the only old bastard here?"
3. "Why is everyone besides me look like they just hit their growth spurt?"

The 'old man' (Least that's what people want to think of him) followed the directions, grabbed a medium-sized suitcase which held a Remington 870 pump-action shotgun, shells from his days in Vietnam, and a casual suit, then headed out from the plane. The guard and dog was waiting outside, giving instructions on where to go next, trying to act, sound, and be intimidating. Kevin could only help but laugh at their pathetic attempt, holding onto his black fedora hat so it wouldn't fall off as he walked through the white doors, and down the hallway. Stopping himself in place before entering inside the room to his right to straighten his brown tweed jacket and adjust his hat as if he someone was preparing for an interview, rather then his possible death and belated suicide.

As he opened the door he could see Cash, Jade, Honey, Heath sitting down among the room examining each of their individual featiures. He sat down on a chair and leaned back putting one leg over the next, pulled down the hat over his face but with his left eye out to see anyone comng through the door waiting for this to start and for it all to end.

Heath looks over to see some random old guy waltz into the room as if he had every day of his life. He mused, momentarily, wondering why the hell he was here. He shrugged mentally and turned his gaze to Jade. He looked over her, admiring her pretty features and winked. Hey, a guy can have fun, right? He thought to himself.

Feeling the shake violently of the plane forced the once sleeping Angel to rise from his peaceful slumber. Once his vision was clear he surveyed the area. Confusion struck through him as he saw his current location. He never remembered getting onto the plane or even waking up that morning. "Where am I?" The obvious question slipped out of his lips as he looked out of the window trying to figure out where he was. He watched as passengers made their way out of the plane until he was one of the only few left. He stood to his feet and stared at the luggage compartment above his head. Knowing himself--if ever he packed for this "trip"-- he would have forced all his belongings in a small bag and stuffed them above him. But seeing as he couldn't even remember packing that night before he doubted that there was a bag in there. He lifted the lid and was surprised to see the black Hello Kitty duffel bag waiting for him, it seemed that he was prepared, but how? He hoisted the bag around his shoulder and filled his way out as well trying not to over think his current situation.

He followed the directions the speaker told him earlier. As he walked he couldn't help but feel slightly scared. Where was he? How did he get here? Why was he here? And why on earth was he following directions from a pilot? He chewed on his inner cheek as he continued his walk. With one had on the door's handle, he debated weather to enter the room or run back to the terminal and find a way to get back home. He took in a deep breath and walked in, it didn't seem as though he had a choice.

Once inside he spotted three girls one guy...and an old man? Not wanting to be noticed, he timidly walked to an empty seat and taking his place. He placed his bag on the ground as he began to analyze his situation. He woke up in a plane, he doesn't remember getting up, he doesn't remember packing for a trip or if he even planned one. He looked up to see the elder was the closest to him. Shyly he stood up and walked up to him. "Um excuse me, sir," he said in a small voice. "would you happen to know where we are?"

Halfway to falling asleep the door opened, revealing a cheeky faced-kid with one of those... Oh god, not another one of those fucking Hello Kitty face on random crap. Take my life right now God, for I swear if no one over 30 is going through that door, I'm coming up there!

The kid sat down on a chair not so far from Kevin looking unsure of what he was even doing here. Then he stood up and started walking towards him. He could notice a tatoo of a snake from his middle finger up his arm. "Um excuse me, sir, would you happen to know where we are?"

Which the old man tipped his hat back on his head, adjusted his glasses and pulled out a folded Letter of Keyaki Island out from his pocket holding it from the top with his left index finger and thumb.. "Don't call me Sir. You took a knock to the head kid? Don't you have your letter?" Shaking the paper slowly, with a calm and patient voice eyes still on the door.

Heath looked on, rather amused, at the new arrival and his utter clueless-nes.

Jade turned her head, feeling eyes on her. She barely caught the wink from Heath but giggled and covered her face with both hands, as if she had blushed. She peeked through her hands and looked at the boy closer, admiring his handsome features. She bit her lip, thinking of the different ways she could get this boy. She sighed, knowing it wouldn't matter, she would probably die anyway.

Heath heard a quiet, girly giggle, and his head turned towards Jade, where the sound had come from. He smiled briefly, flashing a perfect set of pearly white teeth, his blue eyes on her green ones. He pulled his gaze away and to the table, rather reluctantly, when he noticed an air of hopelessness in the latter part of her gaze. Wonder what that was about... he mused.

Cash ran a hand through her hair, letting out a slight sigh, just before an elderly man strode through the door and took a seat by his lonesome near the door.
He...he's not one of the, the sinners? Well, I suppose the old aren't always wise, she mused before another arrival pushed through the door, a cheeky boy who looked confused, then approached the elderly man and murmured something-or-the-other. She lifted her nose, wondering what sort of sin such a sweet-looking boy could've commited.
She readjusted herself on the chair before unconciously rubbing the tattoo on her hip. How long was this going to take? She was beginning to get impatient, and God knew what would happen if she began to work up a temper.

Yeah, she'll rape beat you with her ninja stick....

"O-oh my bad..." Angel whispered apologetically to the elder. He looked at the paper in his hands. "Mind if I take a look?" He asked and took the letter from his hands with out waiting for his reply. He looked over the printed words and frowned. The words were familiar to him, he was sure he had read them but was not sure when he had. He gave a desperate sigh and handed the paper back to the man. "Thank you, Sir--I mean...yeah." He gave an apologetic look as he went back to his seat. He brought his bag onto his lap and went through his things, to his surprise he had packed all of his needs and even a folded piece of paper.

He clenched is fist as he read the letter, mumbling the words to himself as if letting it sink into his system. What in the world could he have done to be stuck in a sick twisted game? He bit hard on his bottom lip as he tried to think of a reason for him to be here. He was good son, obeyed his mother and took all her punches. He never stole, lied or cheated on anything or anyone. So why?

He looked around to observe the other people around him. He could only imagine what sins they have committed. He wished time would go by faster, he starting to get tired of waiting.

He couldn't help but look back down at the paper. "Number Five..." he read to himself with a sigh, it seemed as though there was no other hope for the male.

"Mind if I take a look?" Before Kevin could ansewer the clueless kid, he took the paper anyway, like it didn't even matter what his response would be. The kid read the words on the paper then heaved a sigh. "Thank you Sir --I mean...yeah." The old man could only look at the kid thinking one thing:
He really needs some balls to drop.

You couldn't blame Kevin though because the kid carried himself as if he was broken into pieces and dropped as a baby. Perhaps in a situation like this it's suposed to be depressing but those two kids been flirting at each other with their eyes as if this was just anything else.

Kevin raised his wrist and waved it with a goodbye motion to the ball-less kid as he went back to his seat. The old man put his fedora hat back in his face, and leaned back into the chair as a position most comfortable. The reason he was calm right now, was because he had his own plan, right inside his luggage.

Chad's fingers drummed rythymically on the armrest of his seat. The seat was uncomfortable, he was insulted, he was hungry, and he was frustrated. He had finally been free. One week, one crummy week, and his life was going bad again. he didn't even know how he had sinned. He looked around the plane, surveying everyone else. he was sure he didn't deserve to be here. But, as he had always been slightly prone, he wanted to talk to someone. He stood up, walked down a few rows, and sat next to a boy that looked roughly his age, and was kind of cute, but in a sort of abstract sense. "I'm Chad." he said, and held out his hand.

The chattering of everyone brought the door open to a slam. It grew quite silent as a very beautiful, very tall women with pitch black hair pulled back and stunning blue eyes with glasses and a white lab coat on. Behind her was a short yet deviously handsome man following her. He had brown hair with milky yellow hair. She walked up towards the poteum and had had a huge smirk across her face. She patted some papers onto the poteum. "Exuse me ladies and gentle man. I am Mrs. Hart Lane. How do you do? I am sure you have read the messege you where noticefied with." Her beauty was a cover, you could tell that as her voice was almost as sharp and cold as ice.
"You came here because you had the choice of this or death. Also, you had committed one of the seven deadly sins. Someone told on you. You may think You have not committed any... but let me explain." She gave a sly smirk before stepping down and letting the man step onto it. He also had a sharp and cold voice.

"Jade Tarenson; you have committed the sin of Lust. Infauted by the sensational desire of sex, you had cheated on a person who had loved you so much, that he tooken his own life because with out you, living was not worth it." He chuckled and looked up. "I don't understand why, personally, your not that pretty." His voicce was the most coldest that it sent shivers down your back.
"Cashlin Fredricks; you have committed the sin of Vanity. Infauted by pride to be top dog. You took a joke a bit too far and hurt someone, way too much." He looked at her. "Heartless girls do not ever find love, they are just destroyed." He gave a chuckle before looking down.
"Kevin Beroni; you have committed the sin of Envy. Infauted by jealousy, you gave your own brother a wrong adress and got him mugged and killed. Happy?" He said, almost smiling.
"Charles Edward Peterson; you have committed the sin of Gluttony. Infauted by yourself and money, slapping a helpless women in the street. YOu will rott from the inside out during your days here." He barely even looked up, but his voice felt like a bullet to everyone in the crowd.
"Angel Alexander Adams; you have committed the sin of Wrath. Infauted by anger. Pushing your sister off into the street, leaving her into a coma... I never really liked your kind." He said, almost glaring at him.
"Honey Jones; you have committed the sin of Sloth. Infauted with nothing and only laziness. You where too lazy to stop bank robbers from taking a life and running away with money. You won't survive a month out there."
"Heath Johnson; you have committed the sin of greed. Infauted with girls, you did not let one go, and if one did let go of you, you would make their life hell. Now, its time for you." He chuckled.

He stepped down and allowed the women to go up again. She looked at the you, everyone. "Now you all know eachothers' sins, you have the choice to whether team up or not. Also, you will be on this island for exactly 700 days. No rules. You can even kill yourself for all we care. You just won't retone your sins and recieve our grand prize, and that is 1.5 million dollars for each and everyone of you who survives. You choose whether you want to kill the person who sits next to you, we won't arrest you, and you, the people next to you and us are the only ones who are watching." She was intemidating and growled as she spoke.
The whole room was quiet as she spoke. She stopped. Her hand motioned towards everyone as huge men started to walk past everyone, jerking their things away from them, giving them an ugly shade of greenish black bag. They also handed them a shirt and pants and boots.
"You have a choice to wear this. It keeps your body heat inside so you don't freeze to death. Also, the only thing you will have is the clothes on your back and that survival pack. Each one contains a utility knife, 2 packages of food,(More details about that on front page.) cantene for holding water, iodine for purifying water and a sleeping bag along with a map. Once you exit this room, you will be stripped search for leagal and law reasons. Everything that we did not give you beside the clothes you have on now will be taken from your possesion. After that, you will be entering a plane to fly to the island." She was looking through the papers for anything else. She gave a sly smirk. "Any questions...?"

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Honey was practically ignoring everyone around her. She might as well ignore her oppenents right? She watched as everyone congergate and watched the lady and man walked in. When her sin was pronouced, she felt her cheeks get red. It was none of my buisness... besides, mine isn't as bad as the others... she growled at herself in her thought. When the men tried to take her things, she tried to jerk it back, but failed.
She was quiet the hole time; gripping her new stuff close towards her. She wanted to scream, wanted to go away. She could feel her anger burst all inside of her. She gave a low sigh and realeased her anger out onto the bag. Thats untill she heard no rules and killing and the money. Yes, the money. What could she do with that much, alot. Thats what. All she has do is survive for 700 days.
She glanced around and picked out people she could over power and people who could over power her. She figured that traveling with only one partner would be better than with a group or by herself. Then, suddenly, she realised how much thinking she was doing. Heh, who says I am sloth... with this much thinking... she thought to herself.

Heath turned his head, and full attention as the door slammed open and the room fell silent and a rather attractive woman entered, followed by a short man. He listened to them speak quietly. After their little introductory barrage of words was finally completed, he strummed his fingers on the table-top lightly. He looked on as the men blatantly just snatched his bags and plopped a green one onto the table in front of him-it reminded him of something a soldier in an army would carry. He thought about this situation he had put himself in, or rather these masochistic people had. Sure, he had a lot of girlfriends, but did that honestly constitute all this? He sighed, releasing his angst then glanced around momentarily at each of the other 'sinners'- they sure didn't look like they belonged here either. Eh, he thought, it shouldn't be all too hard to survive on this so-called 'unforgiving' Japanese island, and at the end of the 700 days, he'd have 1.5 million smack-a-roonies-not too shabby. A smiled played on his lips at the thought of all he could do with that money.

The old man could only hear the two people, one male and one female with a voice that could cut through the hardest material, to everyone's sin giving the slightest twitch, as he could hear his name. "Kevin Beroni; you have committed the sin of Envy. Infauted by jealousy, you gave your own brother a wrong adress and got him mugged and killed. Happy?" In which Kevin pulled his hat up and gave the short pungy man a cold look of his own.
Here I thought I was here for murder, rape, or both. Good old Nam.

The incident that was now a haze in the veteran's memory started to remerge from the ground up. The phone call. His twin: Gabe. The screaming. The clawing. The scars. Just as fast the image appeared it was gone and Kevin's conscious was back in the room listening to the rest of the sins.
Compared to these people, I'm practically a saint. And he mentally repeated the lie, all the while holding onto his luggage before they grabbed it as well but Kevin kept an iron grip on his luggage, determined to put his plan into action. So after being pryed from his shotgun luggage, and being handed the green-black with shirt, pants, and boots he started to think.

Who are these people? Why are we here? (Not in the spiritual sense) Is this some sort of government run program? The next thing Kevin thought of was the group he'd be in. Some of these people sounded like scumbags, people who deserved to die. After taking a mental note of the names of people and everyone's sin, he spoke after the women asked for any questions.

"Yeah I got one Hart. Who are the two of you working for? I mean most of us aren't going to survive so it's better to let it out now then keep it in the dark."

Jade turned her attention to the two people who had entered the room. She stared at the woman who was quite beautiful, but the moment she heard the woman speak, a horrifying chill trailed down her spine. She shook it away and stared at the squat man who had moved to the podium. She looked at him, her expression bored, as he read her sin. The last comment made her angry and she glared at him. She sighed as the men took her bags away and looked down at the unfashionable clothing she had been given. She sighed, being warm was important. Well, at least her archery class from back in Britain would come in handy. And the times she went out hunting with her father. She sighed, this wouldn't turn out as bad as she thought if she could just survive. Survive... that was all she had to do. Living and surviving.... there is a difference. She thought as she scanned the eyes of the rest of the group, noting names and sins in her head.

Cash's eyes skimmed the woman, whom was more beautiful. But for once, Cash did not care. She didn't ponder the man in the back, not even when he spoke, though some unbroken piece of her mind saved his words. She didn't spare a glance for him, nor an emotion. She didn't wince as they took her bag; she'd expected it. Oh, the nerve of some people.
She watched curiously as the old man spoke up. His voice sounded ragged to her and echoed in her ears. She turned to the man and woman, a undisguised smirk on her face, waiting for their answer. If they refused to answer, it'd show their cowardice. She smiled to herself; how would they get out of this?

Chad was sitting in furious silence, offering no resistance as they took away his luggage. That stupid woman....... Greed? GREED??? He wasn't greedy, he was simply careful. He stared into space, slowly filtering his memory of recent events through his head. He still couldn't remember how he had ended up here. One minute he was speaking with the realtor on his cellphone, then, next thing he knew, he was on a plane, and in this stupid place.

Angel nodded at the new boy next to him. "Angel," he introduced himself to Chad, but before he could say a thing he noticed the woman walk into the room. He grew silent and leaned back at his chair and listened. A mixture of terrified and anger in his system. He was angry at the sin he had committed. He shook his head and gripped onto his luggage. "It wasn't my fault." he said as if trying to explain himself. "I was just angry, she pissed me off and..." he bit hard on his bottom lip and looked at Chad as if asking for help.

He had a small game of tug a war as they tried to pry his duffel bag off of him, after having a few threats and shoves the men were finally able to take it away from him. Because of the struggle he gave to the men, instead of just handing him his new belongings they threw at him causing the bad and shoes to fall to the ground. He growled angrily and picked up the rest of his things, he knew there was no point in getting into more trouble.

He shook his head disapprovingly and slumped back on his chair with his things on his lap. He couldn't be on this game, and he didn't want to be in it. He has never taken a life away from some one and he doesn't intend on doing that now. But then the prize money. He knew what he could do with it, he could keep his sister alive in the hospital. He realized how important wining was now, but did he have the will to win it? He looked at the faces of the people around him. It was a good thing he made no special connection with them--aside from the old man, who obviously didn't appeal to him or Chad, he only knew his name--or it would be harder to try to win.

He turned his attention to the old man and then at the woman waiting for the answer.

((Angelika, can you please read the posts, we are off the plane and in the room. Please edit your posts. :} ))

The woman laughed. SHe leaned into the mic. and her answered boomed through the room. "We come and work for an agency that over powers the goverment. If you may say, that our agency was the one who created to the presedent and the goverment. You see, this world has become one thing, rotten. Keeping tabs on them and watching them repent their sins or destroy eachother is one thing to keep the human population down. Every 700 days or so, maybe less, we introduce new people to this area and give them the choice of repentment or death. Now, if I was you, I wouldn't move when they put in the trackers when you leave the room." She gave a chuckle, not allowing anymore questions to be answered.
A huge man walks in with one german shepered, one rottwieler and a pittbull all wrapped in his hands and connected to a leash. His voice was even scarier than the others. "All must exit the room and go to the rooms with your sins on them. If you refuse, then you die." It was so simple, so bluntely. Horriable. There, they put trackers in you. One needle in your arm, a peircing in your earlope, a bracelet and one you must swallow. That is also where they stripp search you, clean you and feed you your last meal.

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Honey thought for a second. Wow, this powerfull huh? She thought of many other things as well; about the others, what she thought about them, what she thought about this whole thing and everything else. When all was done, she got up and walked out almost as fast as the big muscular guy talked. She wasn't particularlly eager about the things she was about to face, but more for the food, counting that she skipped breakfast because she was running late. She walked into the room with the words Sloth. on them and a woman was there in a white gowned.
She gave a friendly but cold smile to her and motioned her to sit. Honey sat down and the women jerked her arm from her sides, causing her to drop her survival pack as she watched the woman slam down a huge needle into her arm. All she could do was bite her lip as she felt a chip go down into her arm.
She let out a small squeak and the woman shot a small needle through her ear. All Honey heard was a small beep before she realised that the woman was fasaning on a bracelet. What the hell!? Not only is she fast but this Ass is freaking brutal! Damn! Her anger only rose as the woman held out a pill looking thing and water. "Swallow, don't chew. It you refuse, I will have to forced it." She sounded like a robot.
Honey growled and jerked it from her hands, swallowing the huge, bitter tasting pill down. The woman smiled. "Ok, now we have to clean you. Please step this way." She said, motioning her arms towards a huge bath like thing with a shower head above that could be removed. Honey was stripped down and the woman pressed a button, sending soap flying down onto her. "Scrub!" The woman demanded. Honey did so, and five minutes later, she was sprayed with boiling hot water, then dried with hot air like a giant blow dryer.
Honey groaned loudly as she was handed back her clothes, annoyed. The woman patted her down and permitted her to get dressed and handed her her survival bag. She got dressed and dragged her bag behind her where she was put in a huge dining hall. There was seven chair around the table that was made of pure gold. The silverware was diamond and the woman motioned her to sit.
She did so and her skin was dry and irrated her, causing Honey to itch. She was the first one again. Heh, maybe this is luck, maybe I will be the first one to survive... She was trying to keep it positive...

Heath listened as the woman spoke, followed by the guy. Well, he thought, I suppose I should just focus on not being killed before I even had to stay one measley night on this godforsaken, isolated island. He stood and walked out into the hallway, bag in hand, and glanced down the hallway. He found the sign which read 'Greed' and this was what he was accused of and so he walked to the door and entered where he was greeted by a not-so-friendly-looking man in a white robe.
The man gave a rather evil looking grin before motioning for Heath to sit in the chair. Heath thought about making a run for it, but decided against it and took a seat. The man in the white robe then proceeded to shoot a small needle through his ear. Heath gritted his teeth, though it stung very badly. Next, before Heath even knew what was happening, the man fastened a bracelet around his wrist. He watched, angst building inside him when the man brought forward a pill and a cup of water and he said coldly, "Swallow, don't chew. If you refuse, I will force it down." heath took the pill and swallowed it, but it was a huge, and nasty-tasting pill. The guy then said "Time to get you cleaned up. Follow me." in the same cold, emotionless voice and walked into the area around the wall. Heath sighed, but followed and saw a huge shower-like corner. Heath stepped into it and was stripped down and the man pressed a button, sending soap down onto him. "Scrub, boy!" The man demanded loudly, but in the same cold voice as before. Heath did so and five minutes later was sprayed with hot water, then dried with hot air which came from vents in the walls, like a giant hair dryer. The man patted him down and allowed him to get dressed and then handed him his survival bag mechanically. He got dressed and carried the bag with him, following the man into a big dining hall. He sat in one of the seven chairs, quietly.

Jade kept her face expressionless as the woman spoke. When she was told to go to the room labeled with her sin, she stood, taking everything she was given. She walked into the bright white hall and found the door with her sin on it. Sighing, she walked in, not caring that she was here because she made Kyle kill himself.
She saw a lady in a white nurse outfit, who motioned for her to sit in a chair. She dropped her things and took a seat. The second the needle hit her arm, she cried out in pain. She bit down on her lip as she felt the tracker go into her arm. She shook her head, but was forced to stop as an earring was shoved through her earring hole. She sat calmly as the bracelet was fastened around her arm. She was silent as she was handed a pill and some water. She took a sip and dropped the large, bitter pill into her mouth. She swallowed quickly and took a deep breath. The woman motioned for her to get in the shower and Jade wasn't reluctant as she stripped, stepping into the shower. Suddenly, she was covered in soapy bubbles and was told to clean herself. She started to scrub away at her body, taking off all the dirt and sweat from the previous day. She finished and was blasted with hot water. It was scalding, but that was how she always took her showers so she didn't mind. She was blown dry by huge air blowers and shook her now dry hair. She got out and was handed her clothes, then patter down. She sighed as she put on her dress. Instead of her heels, she put on the boots, even if they didn't go with her dress. She was handed her survival bag and then led to a hug dining hall where she saw the Sloth girl, Honey. It was the girl she had first tried to talk to when she arrived. She walked over and sat down next to her. "Rough day huh?" She said, stretching her shoulders.