OOC: OOC and Posting Rules

• This is to be the only OOC in the IC thread. Any OOC chatter is to go in the OOC thread located here
• Interested in applying, see the OOC. Only post here if already accepted. [See list below to find out.]
• Posting limit per character is three posts per day. This may change if everyone is online and keeps up. But to stop people falling behind because of masses of posts, (and the roleplay just going off track), keep it to this please.
• On your first post, end with getting to the airport and meeting your butler.
• Lastly, post decent amounts. Don't post a few lines. Try to write two to three paragraphs at least.

Accepted players

• Nadia Alexis Waters - Nightlady
• Ivy Elizabeth Wescott - Billie_blujean
• Ryan Johnson - BehindMyMask
• Evangeline Leverett - Ereblitz
• Ethan Zhou - LeoOfVgCats
• Allia Johnson - Satsu Code
• Jennifer Lowes - .:Homunculi:.
• Alison O'Malley - iCat
• Yuhi Madarame - BoyKagome
• Kati DeLory - Starryeyes880
• John Bailon - Eternal1999
• Maxwell Alexander Faye - Ereblitz
• Kusanagi Takeo - KazeMisuNinja

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Three months after partaking in the survey, just when you think that it was some hoax, and you're not going to hear from SimpleLife Ltd again, you recieve another letter. This time it isn't another survey, but in fact, details on your reward. Inside, is a short letter, a map and a plane ticket in your name. The letter reads:

Dear [Insert Character Name here],

Thank you for participating in out survey. You and a few others have been choosen to relax at SimpleLife Ltd's resort where you can sit back and not have a worry in the world. Don't worry, all expenses are paid for and everything is included. Inside this envelope are a few leaflets showing our lovely resort that's on Long Island, the Bahamas. You don't have to worry about anything. You're plane ticket is sorted and a butler will even be waiting at the airport to pick you up from the airport and drive you to the resort.

We told you, you'd be rewarded if you filled in our survey, and you have. I hope you chose to take this once in a lifetime opportunity, you won't regret it if you do.

Signed,

SimpleLife Ltd.

Two Weeks Later

A rather chubby man stood at the top of a grand staircase, staring down at twelve identical, rather scary looking men. With him, stood his terminally ill wife, Ester and three children; Edwardo, eighteen; then the twins, Julia and Catrina, aged ten. He was smiling, standing proud with his family, ready to give the orders out to the twelve awaiting butlers.

"As you know, our guests will be arriving shortly. Each of you have a name in the envelope of who you will be picking up from the airport and serving. Under no circumstances are you to give any information away to them. Understand?" Richard Belarus ordered.

"Yes sir." All thirteen butlers answered in unison.

"Good. And remember what I've told you. Failure to do so will result in punishment. Got it?" He added, a threatening tone lacing his voice as he emphasised the word will.

All butlers nodded as the twins; standing one step below their father giggled, innocently. They had a smile on their faces that made them look all sweet and innocent. The twins were far from that. The girls just stared down at the butlers, each eyeing them and trying to determine which one would fail. They loved it when their butlers messed up. The son, Edwardo was also eyeing up the butlers, his mind processing the possibilities of what would be done to whoever failed. And one would fail. They always did.

"You may leave now. Make sure the maids have finished preparing the rooms. Also, go make sure everything is also underway in the kitchen. Everything must be perfect upon arrival." Mr. Belarus ordered.

"Daddy, will we be able to play with our guests?" Julia asked, letting out another innocent giggle as her brown orbs stared up at her father.

"We'll see Julia. First we have to let them settle in." Her father replied.

"I can't wait." Edwardo grinned. It wasn't as innocent as his sisters either. His grin was much more sinister, a slight sadistic tone to it.

"Well," the sickly woman finally spoke up, "we better get our finest stuff sorted out for when our guests arrive."

"Yes, we better. Come on dear, I'll help you back to your room." Her husband smiled, taking a hold of her arm to stablise her. "Kids, sort out your finest suits and dresses. I want you to look your best."

"Yes father." The kids replied; the twins running of to their room while their older brother just took his time and strolled down the corridor opposite to their parents direction.

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The teenage boy was grinning from ear to ear. A free holiday was just what he needed. He didn't care if the offer was too good to be true. He was not going to miss out on the hot girls. At all holiday destinations, there were hot girls and this would be no different, after all, it was the Bahamas! Who would have thought that he'd get himself an all expenses paid holiday to the Bahamas of all places? Not him.

It was hard to decide what to bring and what to leave behind. He had no idea how long the holiday was, the company didn't say but he figured it would be one or two weeks. If he was lucky, a month. Ryan shivered at the thought of being on an island with just a bunch of guys. As much as he liked hanging with the guys, that much testerone on one holiday was never a good thing. It was the same as if he was the only one that was going. If he was going to be alone, that was going to be just as bad. He'd told them on his application that he wanted women involved in his prize. If they didn't have women on this resort, he'd kill them and then himself.

"If you guys don't have women, I suggest you start praying for mercy, now." He said, expecting no answer, and despite knowing they couldn't hear him, he wished he'd now put that on his application form. He shook his head, wondering for a second what he was getting into before losing the thought. A free holiday, that's what. Who would miss that? Idiots?

It was a long flight from England to Long Island. One that he'd fallen asleep on for most of it. The food hadn't been the best, so once landing all Ryan could think about was his stomach. He was getting more annoyed, the longer he went without food. Getting his luggage and security was taking forever, but finally he got out. And just went he thought about getthing food, he saw the creepiest looking idiot holding up his name on a card.

RYAN JOHNSON

Great, he thought, a creep is collecting me.

Jennifer was shocked when she received notification that she was going to the Bahamas, she was hoping to get married before she left but there were no places until Christmas, Jen, Being the girly girl she was, went on a shopping spree before the free holiday buying as much as she possibly could. She had packed at least two suitcases full of everything she needed, when she arrived at the airport she was earlier than she thought she would be so she went to get something to eat, as she finished her food she thought about her Fiancée who was stuck at home waiting for her to return, the thought then struck her. She didn't know how long she was staying, her panic subsided as she realised she could buy herself some new clothes there.

As Jennifer got on the plane she relaxed and found herself humming along to her usual songs she brought to the holiday. Ironically she was listening to Holiday by Green Day, she loved to sing to songs she knew well but she didn't want to embarrass herself so she kept quiet, she eventually fell asleep on the flight from England to Long Island, when she woke she heard the captain saying they were going to land soon, Jen shook her hair out of her face and waited till they were told they were able to leave.

After Jen got off the plane she sought out her luggage and went to speak to a stewardess who she knew from England, "Uh-huh." she nodded as she finished her conversation with the stewardess and looked around, she then spotted an odd looking man holding up a card stating:

Jennifer Lowes

Jen found this man quite odd but nice looking, 'Hm, personal butler.. they mentioned that didn't they?' she questioned herself in her mind as she smiled to the man.

Ivy turned to look around her apartment with misty eyes. She held the airplane ticket she had received in the mail tightly in her fist and felt really good for the first time since her husband died. Perhaps a change of pace is what I need, she thought, not for the first time. Living in a place as busy and crowded as Washington, DC, she had always wondered when she would finally get on a plane and fly away from her home. A small tug on her heart reminded her that she had always assumed it would be to go on vacation with her husband, Jake. Fingering the wedding ring she now wore hanging from a small gold chain around her neck, Ivy thought back to that evening a few years ago.

She had been sitting at home, watching something silly that she never would have remembered if the night hadn't turned out so painful - an old rerun of I Love Lucy. She was chuckling and imagining Jake coming home one day and calling out in a terrible Spanish accent, "Ivy, you got some splainin to do!" The phone rang, and she knew it wasn't going to be good, the same way you know when you wake up if you're late for work. It had been Jake's best friend David, calling to tell her through tears that her husband had been struck by a drunk driver and that he was never going to tell her he loved her again.

Blinking back tears, Ivy took a deep breath and forced the sadness away. Now was not the time to be sad, now was the time to celebrate a new beginning. When she came back from her trip, she would clear out Jake's things and begin again. She would love Jake always, but her friends were right - she was young; she had her whole life ahead of her. There was no reason for her to concern herself with past pains. Simple Life, Ltd would make her remember what it meant to be carefree. The letter had assured her of that. With one last look, she headed out to the airport, pulling the door shut behind her and locking it tight.

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The flight had definitely not been what Ivy was expecting. She was nauseous and woozy when it landed later that afternoon, and she had a headache she couldn't seem to get rid of. As she disembarked, she stopped at a snack stand nearby to pick up a soda and some chips - they always settled her stomach at home. She paused at the counter to straighten her white and red sundress and checked to be sure she didn't have anything stuck to her candy red pumps. These shoes were notorious for collecting random things and sticking to them. As she turned around after paying, she saw a very striking figure holding a sign up with her name on it.

Ivy Elizabeth Wescott

With a deep breath, Ivy mustered her courage and made her way to the butler. "Hello sir, I think I'm the woman you're looking for."

"See, this is the price of pure boredom. Fill out one of these surveys and it actually comes back positive." Yuhi was knelled down by his mothers grave holding the envelop that held his instructions and the normal congratulations speech. Nobody ever won in these things except for in movies, it really did make the teen kinda edgy about accepting it. After explaining the whole thing to his father he agreed that since his precious only son was going into college soon; it'd be a nice reward and break from the hard work that was soon to be ahead of him. Yuhi was a little more worried about this two little sisters, but once again his father assured him that they'd be perfectly well taken care of. One this Kinske wasn't and that was a liar, if he said those two would be fine then Yuhi knew it to be true. "So I guess i'm actually going on this thing. I'll come visit you the moment I get back, love you mom." Extending his arm forward as his hand came to rest on the woman's grave stone, the high school grad got back to his feet; picking up both suit cases that were stationed at his side while elevating himself. One final look was caste in the stones direction before Yuhi himself headed over to the cab which was just now pulling up. Yuhi had noticed it out of the corner of his eye before and that's why he'd wrapped up here.

The drive, the flight, the security, nothing really worth talking about. Yuhi went through the motions and just did everything he was told to. Sit in a chair, fasten a seat belt, put his bag on a conveyor, prepare for take off, prepare for landing non of it was out of the ordinary. Still all of those signs had been easy, he had a ticket and dictators telling him what to do. Once getting off the plane then what? The answer came to that question in another giant bold sign, only this time it was literally a sign.Yuhi Madarame, some tough looking coat was there to haul him off to a unknown underground prison. Yeah right, who would use a survey that they couldn't guarantee someone would fill out to trick them into coming here? If they really wanted to all they'd have to do is wait till Yuhi was alone before or after school. " I really do need to grow up." Advanced over to his guy with the sign putting his hand on top of it and gradually bringing it back down. " You can put that down now, I don't have any questions so lets just go where ever your taking me alright?" It was clear this guy was glad he got one of the easy right to the point types. After retrieving his bags, Yuhi was headed off to the car awaiting them outside.

Takeo packed his things and stared at the ticket on his desk. He couldn't believe where he was going. Takeo had only left the country once to go to America for a business meeting with his father. Not very exciting. They had went to a place called New York, the city just reminded him of Japan. All the tall buildings and flashing lights. So many people as well. He had to learn English when he went so he could introduce himself properly. He barely ever spoke english, seldom when some tourist from America entered the store and they needed help. I guess that was why he got all the hours. Takeo went back to packing when he heard a knock on the door. He looked up and wondered who it was. He went to the door and opened it slowly. It was his mother, his sister Yukiko and his brother Makeru. They waved at him and tried to push the door open. He held it closed and spoke softly. "Father isn't here is he?" She shook her head and opened the door all the way for his family. Yukiko smiled at him and handed him a small package. "What is this?"
"Open it stupid!" Takeo glared at her as he began to tear open the package. The wrapping came off and revealed a photo of himself and his mother, Makeru's good luck charm that he used during his soccer games, and a small cellphone strap he was positive that Yukiko had made for him. He looked at his family and smiled. His brother slammed his hand on Takeo's back.
"We are gonna miss you." His sister hugged him and he could see his mother's eyes were filling up with tears. Takeo felt bad. He had never been away from his family like this. He nodded at Yukiko and he approached his mother. "I promise i will be safe and I will call you." She nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Don't stay there forever." Takeo smiled and shook his head. After a bit of talking, the family helped him pack his things and they drove him to airport. They laughed and talked the whole way there. It was a nice moment to have before leaving them. The group came to the airport and followed as far as they could. Yukiko made sure he put on the cellphone strap she made him and Makeru watched him put on his good luck necklace. His mother had already put the frame in his luggage. They hugged and Takeo made his way to his flight.
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After his long check in and a never ending flight. He had finally arrived at his destination. He stepped off the plain and noticed he was being stared at. A japanese man in the bahamas. Of course that looked strange. He grabbed his luggage and looked around. He saw something in the distance.
Takeo Kusanagi
It was obvious they wouldn't speak Japanese. They put his name backwards. Pulling out his headphones, he approached the man and bowed. In English he introduced himself.
"I am Kusanagi Takeo. I believe I am the one you are looking for. "

Allia stood in the airport waiting for her bags. She wore a grin as she sunk into thought whilst waiting for those bags, she remembered every detail of the day she got that letter from the second she rose from bed, which convientiantly enough is where she started her thoughts:
“she awoke on Saturday at approximately 1:27pm that afternoon suffering with a severe hang over from the late night 'excitement' she had had with her friends. She awoke to one messy room, groggy with a headache and to top it off there was a bad odor in the room. She rubbed her eyes noticing her room-mate was silent which meant only one of two things; she was either asleep or doing something X-rated so she walked to the other room and saw her friend lying on the bed with the white sheet covering her friend but she knew something was a little off; even if Allia couldn’t recall a lot of last night. So Allia cleared her throat a little, whispering to the naked girl in the other bed 'Hey, Sash. Psst?' but there was no answer, that girl was out cold and just as she completed her whisper there was the sound of someone in Sash’s bathroom fumbling on things; she wondered who that was since there were only two people that live in this house – herself and Sash. She walked to the bathroom opening the door easily her eyes looked upon a half naked man that seemed to have a problem finding his clothes 'Lose something?' Allia asked with a bit of sarcasm and annoyance in her voice, she continue to speak as the male seemed to be speechless 'You’re disgusting' she looked slightly appalled by the thought of Sash’s horrible taste in men and he finally decided to reply 'I need my pants' he looked very pathetically towards her almost looking for sympathy which he failed to get since Allia never enjoyed the company of an arrogant male; especially someone who was escaping from a one night stand. Allia was about to go off on him when the mail man distracted her with the sound of flopping a ton of letters onto the ground by the door and the thought of that silly little survey she did appeared so instead she just shook her head and woke up her friend, Sash. Sash woke up and went to the bathroom closing the door behind her.

Allia dismissed it and walked to the front door to pick up their mail from the cold ground, flipping through each and taking the ones addressed to her and throwing it on the coffee table all while she greeted the mail man with a smile and wave as he walked off her porch. Eventually as she passed through half the letters in her hand she came across a rather odd official looking one that she thought to be one of her bills."
Allia came back down to earth momentarily for a brief break to check for her bags in the airport which she didn't seem to find yet, she then remembered precisely the thought she had when she saw that letter 'Odd' she thought 'Daddy is suppose to be handling my bills, I wonder what this is' she giggled at herself before sinking back into the rest of that day:
"She tore the letter as fast as she could to read it and a few pamphlets fell out and to her lap along with a letter, she read it as fast as she could re-reading it a few times to make sure she read right. Allia had never won anything before and winning something like this make her excited beyond her wits! She jumped in her spot once before screaming in glee which made Sash and the other guy appear in haste “What’s wrong?” Sash asked with concern in her voice, Allia continued to jump holding the letter in her hand “I won!! I WON! I won I won I won!!!” she yelled out to Sash still jumping which then made Sash jump with her and hug her both of them screaming now in glee. They barely even noticed the male’s small goodbye as he exited their home, they continued to jump around and once the excitement died out Allia started explaining to Sash what had happened and how she won making which made Sash a little disbelieving. They both spent the rest of the day calling people to tell them about Allia’s good luck many people frowned and others were happy about it but nevertheless nothing got in the way of her mood.
She went on a three day long, all expenses paid for (by daddy dearest), shopping trip. Of course she would not be seen in a paradise world with last year’s fashion. She bought more clothes for Sash than herself, but she didn’t mind much. Her bags were going to be a hassle to pack and she had to keep a lot of the new stuff here in Durban because she wanted things to come back with to fit in her bags, after a few more days of packing her two bags of almost necessary stuff she finally packed her vanity back, a small black shoulder bag that held her daily products. She had arrived at Durban's International Airport”

Her thoughts were disarrayed by the tug she got on her left sleeve from a staff of the airport, she spoke politely seeing the dream in Allia’s eyes and the excitement “Ma’am, are those your bags?” the lady pointed out to the only three remaining bags left on the mechanism. Allia blushed a little in embarrassment taking her hands and grabbing the bags at the handles best she could, only able to do so with two of the three the female assistant helped Allia with the third placing it on the luggage trolley for her. The lady then got a call from her walkie-talkie on her belt which made her have to leave Allia with her luggage and back to her own employment. This also gave Allia a last chance to think about her home trip to here:
"She walked into the airport and rushed for her flight, one way flight to paradise city! She couldn't recall much of the flight from home to here for she slept a lot"
Allia tugged her trolley forward to the sliding doors and the exit of the docking bay wondering all the while what everything will be like here but then the unsettling thought of who came to fetch here at the airport came to her, she wasn’t exactly sure who to look for but fortunately enough for her she saw a scrawny looking pale man with her name: ALLIA JOHNSON on a board which made her smile; easing her heart rate and anxiety a bit. She walked forward to the man with her name, smiling still, moving her left hand out to the man in almost an official greeting to him “Hi, I’m Allia Johnson.”

Gerald held up a sign and sighed impatiently. He'd been waiting now for 45 minutes and still no sign of the guy he was supposed to be collecting. Each butler had a designated person to collect, each arriving at different times depending on where they were coming from. His designated person was from England, Manchester to be precise. He would have given up long ago, but shivered at the thought of punishment from his masters, that was never good.

Just as he felt like giving up, he watched a guy approach him. He looked like a complete jerk, and also knew that he at least acted like one. Each butler had been given their person's application form to read over. This Ryan dude was definitely a jerk. A big one. He was definitely going to cause some trouble.

"So, you're the dude that picking me up?" He asked.

The butler nodded. "My name is Gerald, sir. And I'm here to assist you throughout your holiday to your every need." He smiled. "Let me take your bags. This way to the limo."

Ryan just nodded his head, limo? Okay, so the guy looked like a creep but maybe it wasn't so bad. "Do you know if we have ladies at this resort?" He asked.

"You'll have to wait until we get there, I'm afraid." He stated, leading the teenager out to the car and getting ready to take him to the resort.

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On the same flight as Ryan, a girl called Jennifer Lowes had been on the same flight, coming from roughly the same area. Her butler stood just like Gerald, Ryan's butler. This one was called Dayton. He had been assigned to this Jennifer girl. She didn't sound too bad either, according to her profile. He figured that's why Master chose her. He actually had no idea why Master had chosen these certain people, but he must of had his reasons.

Standing there, he saw Gerald's person go to him, and not long later a girl approached him. "You must be Jennifer, miss. It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Dayton. Please, let me take your bags to the awaiting limo. From there we will go to the resort." He stated, smiling politely.

He immediately took her bags and started walking out of the airport into the daylight, the sun shining brightly, making it a lovely hot day.

"It will take around 30 minutes to get to the resort. Not long at all." He told her.

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Looking over the application again, the butler noticed that the woman he was serving was a widow. She was young, yet a widow. That was weird to him and he couldn't quite understand how someone could fall in love and marry young. It wasn't his life anyway, so it didn't really matter. He quickly shoved the paper in his pocket again though when he noticed a bunch of people coming through the doors from collecting their luggage. Holding up his sign, he waited until someone finally approached him.

"If you're Ivy Wescott then you are correct." He stated, grinning. "I'm Caleb. You're personal butler for your holiday." He started, taking her bags from her. "The limo is waiting for us outside to take us to the resort. I hope you enjoy your stay, and if you need anything, you just have to give me a call." He rushed through his memorised speech, trying to just get the woman out to the limo, thinking of what would happen if he messed up.

"We'll be at the resort shortly." He told her, opening the limo door. "Make yourself comfortable. We have drinks and refreshments inside." He smiled, getting himself in afterwards, the limo starting on the short journey to the resort.

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The butler, Alberto had been startled by the boy's reaction once he was approached and he stood there silently for a moment, looking at him and trying to peice together a reply. "Actually sir, I'm Alberto, your private butler. I'm here to take you to the resort..." He started.

He didn't have a chance to take the bags from the boy, who was immediately heading outside. He hadn't even had a chance to tell the boy that they were getting in a limo or anything about the journey. Running after the boy, he sighed. "Wait up, let me take your bags... The limo is this way..." He shouted to the lad.

Once he'd caught up with the guys, he caught up with his assignment and took his bags, quickly loading them into the awaiting limo. "It's around 30 minutes until we get to the resort. Mr Belarus is looking forward to meeting everyone. He's prepared his resort for you all. I think you'll have a wonderful time at the resort."

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"Takeo? What sort of a name is that. Tokoyo, Japan. That's what." He told himself. Looking at his sign, he wondered if he got it right. The name the person had put on the application was the other way around, but it had to be wrong. Shaking his head, he decided that he wouldn't have to wait all that long.

And he was correct. A male soon approached him and confirmed the name was the wrong way around. "I'm so sorry sir. My name is Cedric. I am your personal butler for the weeks that you are here. The resort isn't too far away and a limo will be outside waiting for us." He told her, taking his bags. "I'll show you the limo now. It's a lovely car with all sorts inside that will provide you with whatever you want."

Leading the man out to the limo, he showed him the impressive car. "Mr Belarus is proud of his limos and wants all of his guests in them. I hope you are as impressed as he is." He smiled, opening the car door and letting the male enter.

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It wasn't long before a girl approached Abraham. He smiled, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips, bowing slightly and lightly kissing the back of it. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss. I'm your private butler for the stay." He explained. "My name is Abraham and I am here to service you in any way's you want. Let me show you the way to the resort." He finished, taking the trolley.

Pushing her bags and leading the way outside to a long black limo. "Mr Belarus has sent you a limo to take you to the resort. He wants his guests to be in the best conditions. He takes great pride in his resort with his family and is now ready to show it off to a selective audience, you been one of them."

He loaded the bags into the trunk of the limo before opening the door, letting Allia into the car before getting himself into the car. The wheels started rolling and before he knew it, they were on their way back to the resort.

Sweet, whimsical music played in Maxwell’s dreams, clouds forming into beautiful creatures as they danced to it in harmony. He joined into the game as he followed them as they formed into a circle, swaying peacefully. A pair of sheep bounded in and out of the circle, as if they were weaving string around them to keep everyone together. If only such a delightful dream could last…

Baa, baa, baa…. Baa, baa, baa-eep!!! Ba-eep !!! Beep, beep, BEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP!!!

The sheep’s sweet songs twisted into something else as his alarm clock began to sound. A loud, screeching noise resonated from it annoyingly. He swiftly lunged for it, trying to cease its ear splitting sound. His dream had vanished from his mind’s eye as he fell to the ground, head bumping into the end table as he huddle into a ball in pain. The alarm clock continued to sing awfully as he looked up at his desk. As he glared at it, he could almost swear the alarm clock was laughing at him.

“…. When did I put the alarm clock on my desk?” He asked himself in a confused manner as he slowly stood up, trying to hold back smacking the alarm clock to the floor as he merely pressed the snooze button.

Maxwell ventured to his kitchen to fix himself a bowl of cereal as his gaze rose to his calendar, only to widen in surprise seconds later when he registered what was happening today. ….I’m going to be late for my plane!! he yelled at himself in his mind as he left the milk sitting on the counter, not even bothering to put it away as he ran into his room to grab his suitcase. He was never so hasty to get out the door in his life! How strange of an experience it was…

Leaving his home in a rush, Maxwell hailed a cab and ordered the driver to get him to the airport as fast as he possibly could, though the man paid no mind to him as he shrugged. Maxwell began to curse in his head, finding that everything that could possibly go wrong today seemed very likely to. He watched the cars pass by the taxi so swiftly in a mournful manner. The birds soar by as the snail watches in envy, he mused to himself, finding he might have made a new quote. He’d never actually heard that before in his life. It described his situation so perfectly, though.

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“That’ll be thirty bucks,” The taxi driver informed Maxwell as he literally threw the money in his face, rushing out of the backseat of the car to grab his bags. Slightly annoyed, the driver pressed a button to open the trunk as he slid out of the car after him. “Hey, where’s my tip?”

“No tip for you,” Maxwell replied simply as he struggled to pull his suitcase out of the trunk, his carry-on-bag slung over his shoulder. “A word of advice: when people are in a hurry, it’s best to drive at the maximum speed limit,” Max suggested to the man. “They’ll appreciate it,” He added as he slipped a ten dollar bill out of the driver’s hands.

“H-hey, give that back!!” The taxi driver yelled at him as he walked away calmly.

“Advice costs money, sir, and that particular one cost you five bucks,” Max replied nonchalantly as he waved the money in the air. “Thanks for the tip!”

That was pretty enjoyable, Max thought with a wide grin as he went into a full on sprint to his plane terminal. The woman who was accepting the plane tickets was a little irked that he got there just as she was about to leave her post, she obviously had been having a bad day. He thanked her nearly a thousand times before she rudely told him to hurry and get on the plane before it left.

He put his carry-on away before he took a seat, completely exhausted. I-I did it… Now I can sleep, he told himself with a peaceful grin as he let his mind enter back where he left off. The cloud sheep greeted him with a cheerful 'baa', which he was glad didn't sound anything like a beep.

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“Sir? You have to get off the plane now, sir, we just landed,” A kind woman’s voice awoke him from his rest as he nearly jumped in surprise. She let out a soft giggle as she gestured at the empty seats. “We’ve reach Long Island in the Bahamas, I would assume that you’d have rushed off the plane like everyone else,” She laughed wholeheartedly as he stumbled to his feet, exiting the plane as she waved good bye to him. “Have a wonderful vacation, sir!”

He politely waved farewell to her as he went to grab his suitcase. Max looked around aimlessly for the person who was supposed to pick him up here. "I hope this isn't just a really cruel joke," He mumbled to himself as he glanced around the crowd of people who filled the airport. What was he supposed to look for, again? Ah, his mind couldn't seem to find the information he was looking for.

He almost went down to his knees, hands held in a praying position to thank the dear lord for not making a fool of him, which he could do just fine on his own, when he caught sight of someone holding a crisp, white billboard up with his name written on it in big, bold letters. Just to make sure Maxwell would notice it, it seemed that the name was circled multiple times with an eye catching red. It's as if he knew I'd be too dense to notice it otherwise, he mulled over this idea as he rushed towards the man with an awkward smile.

He had a creepy air to him, though he was dressed in a full suit, gloves included. He was unusually pale, too, which put Maxwell off a little more. He tried not to dwell on the feeling the man gave him as he spoke. "Sorry I'm late, I kind of dozed off on the plane... Oh, I'm the Maxwell Alexander Faye you're looking for."

Johns eyes were closed, everything was dark, he was asleep. He never had dreams or nightmares of any kind every time he slept, its been that way for his entire life. The only thing he saw was darkness during his sleep, and that's about it. When he told people about that, they thought it was really weird, but John never paid much attention to it or cared. Suddenly an annoying sound had woken up John, it was his alarm clock. "Man..I swear class starts too early..good thing today is the last day and its only an hour. Because we just need to take the test. Then summer break..."

It was 6:20 am, class started at 7:00 am and ended at 8:00 am just for today, usually class was from 7:00 am to 1:30 pm. Then he had to go to work at 3:30 pm to 12:00 at midnight, five days, Monday through Friday, and sometimes every other sunday. It was a hectic scheduel but it had to be done, to get his education, get a better job than his current one, and needed the current job to pay off the bills. John had to do everything himself, his parents couldn't pay for his education, they died a year ago. John didn't mind it, he was a natural hard worker, but the one thing John hated was waking up early in the morning when he didn't have much sleep. When he went to bed to get some sleep, it would usually take an hour and thirty minutes, he tried to go to sleep as soon as he got to his bed, but was no use.

John got up from his bed, and got dressed. Got ready and left without eating he had to get on school on time, and beat the traffic to not get caught waiting for what it seemed an eternity on the highway. When he left the apartment, John quickly checked his mail for any bills, but he saw a letter about the survey he did awhile ago. "Hmm..seems interesting, better not be a hoax, I'll check into it, after school. He went to class, and kept thinking about the letter "an all expenses paid vacation...man that sounds good, perfect timing too, today is my last day of the first year of college, then summer break...". He then finished his test, and went back home.

John decided he was going to go, but felt a little cautious about it, after all it could be a hoax. He got his stuff ready, and left to the airport. He saw the butler that was mentioned in the letter, and walked over to him, but still keeping his guard. "hopefully this isn't some trick..so far so good"

John Bailon

The butler was holding a sign with his name, he had a scar on his left cheek. The butler looked determined to find John, and acted kind of unusual, "He must have an interesting history" John thought to himself. John then went up to him, "Hello, I'm John Bailon..."

"You're sure you're going to be alright?" Kati rolled her eyes slightly at the question before turning her gaze to Dmitri. She smiled kindly, giving him the 'you're really asking me that?' look. "What do you want me to say? Would you rather I didn't care about you at all?" She giggled at his statement. He always had a way of making her laugh; it was part of the reason she had started dating him. The pair was on their way to the airport and the closer they got, the more reluctant to let Kati go Dmitri became. Kati still couldn't believe that she had actually won something. That kind of thing didn't usually happen in the young woman's life. She had entered plenty of contests in her teen years and had won maybe two. And neither had been an all expenses paid trip to the Bahamas.

The two sat in the car for a minute after parking. Kati looked at Dmitri and flashed one of her irresistible smiles. She knew exactly what Dmitri was thinking, and she didn't want him to think it. "Dmitri, I'll be fine. It's only a vacation and I'll only be gone for..." she trailed off, realizing that she hadn't read anything about when the vacation would end. "...I won't be gone for long. Besides, I can take care of myself, you know." Dmitri looked up and gave her a rather unconvincing smile. "You don't have to worry so much. Enjoy yourself while I'm gone. Have some fun. I won't be around to keep you from doing anything stupid, after all." Dmitri chuckled and then fell silent. "Why are you so worried, anyway? I've done things on my own before."

"I'm just worried that this whole thing is a big hoax. I don't want you to be stranded in the Bahamas." Kati held back a giggle at Dmitri's worries. She shook her head, causing her hair to fall into her face. She pushed it back behind her ear, smiling once more.

"I already thought of that. I have cash hidden throughout my luggage just in case something like that happens. I have enough to buy a plane ticket." Dmitri's eyes widened with disbelief. "I told you that I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." Dmitri smiled before leaning over to kiss her. Kati welcomed the kiss without hesitation. When they separated, she glanced at her watch. "I've got to go. I'll see you soon." She then got out of the car, grabbed her two suitcases and one backpack out of the back seat and walked into the airport.

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Kati fell asleep as soon as the plane had finished its climb into the air. When she awoke, she wasn't sure how long she had slept. She wasn't tired at all, so for a couple hours at least. Looking out the window, she realized she had slept the whole plane ride and they were above the Bahamas. She couldn't contain her excitement as she waited to land and get off the plane. Kati didn't mind flying, but she preferred to do it as little as possible. Once off the plane, she nearly ran to pick up her luggage. She waited there for what felt like an eternity before her two suitcases finally appeared. She grabbed them and then casually walked toward the exit, wondering exactly who this butler was that was meeting her.

It wasn't long before she noticed the somewhat creepy man with the white board in his hands. Kati DeLory was clearly written in large black letters. She smiled as she walked towards the man, stopping in front of him. "Hey there. I'm Kati DeLory. You're here to take me to SimpleLife's resort, yeah?" She smiled her usual cheery smile. She couldn't wait to get to the resort. The Bahamas had been a place she had always longed to go, and here she was, standing in the airport and talking to the butler that would take her to a resort on Long Island. She couldn't stop smiling as she wondered what kind of adventures she would get to have on her vacation.

“And why are you returning this, ma’am?” Evangeline asked the customer who was standing before her in a bored manner. She usually was much perkier when at work, but when she found out she won a free vacation to a resort in the Bahamas; she was getting a bit impatient. And just because she filled out a survey? It seemed too good to be true, but finding the plane ticket included just sealed the deal.

She returned her attention to her customer as the woman went on and on about how the DVD player she bought brand new, she emphasized to Eve, wasn’t playing the DVDs she put in it. Nonchalantly, Eve opened a pack of gum and popped it into her mouth as she barely listened to the woman. Sometimes I wonder how I still have this job, she mused to herself as the woman slammed her balled fist gruffly on the counter.

“Are you even listening to me?!” She seethed in annoyance as Eve’s eyebrows furrowed. She had the unfortunate luck of getting one of those rude customers, they seemed to flock to her Customer Service line today. What a drag.....

“Yes ma’am, you said the DVD player wasn’t recognizing your DVDs, I heard,” She emphasized her last word to keep it clear to the woman. You nasty old hag, she thought bitterly as she tried to put on a much more unemotional face, though it was a bit difficult. She wasn't even going to attempt to smile politely at her, because it was quite obvious that any attempt would end up as either a sadistic looking grin or just a downright sneer.

Evangeline’s purple orbs swiftly glanced at the clock, noticing her shift was done as she tried to contain her joy. She began to venture to the back to sign out and let the next employee do their shift when the woman yelled at her to come back and service her, if that was even proper grammar. Eve half turned as she smiled cheerfully, obviously glad she was finally free. As if on cue, her colleague Chris came out of the door. Grasping onto his shoulders, she lead him to the rude customer.

"I'm off duty now, ma'am. But my friend Christopher here will help you with whatever you need," She spoke behind a fake grin as she continued to leave. "Good luck, sport!" She gave him a thumbs up as she slid behind the door and out of sight. Letting out a sigh of relief, Evangeline signed-out and, instead of going straight home, went outside to sit on the steps that led out of the mall, waiting for her mom to come pick her up and take her to the air port. I really need a car, she deadpanned as she rested her head in her hands, hoping her mother would arrive on time.

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Evangeline had been putting more and more gum in her mouth as every ten minutes passed until she saw her mother's black car enter the parking lot as her slouched form shot up swiftly. She tried to brighten her smile as she waved at her mom, rushing over to her as she heard her laugh nervously and unlocked the door.

"Sorry, I went to grab something to eat from McDonald's, want some?" Her mother tried to validate her reason as Evangeline shook her head in a shameful manner. She should have known her mother would be late, she always was. Maybe I should have told her to come an hour earlier? she pondered on this detail as she shuffled into the car.

The car drive was amazingly silent as Evangeline put on her music, giving her mom a smile to reassure her that this wasn’t an awkward silence as she rummaged through the brown bag the food was in as she pulled out the French fries, popping two in her mouth as she settled into her seat. She knew it’d take them at least an hour to get to the airport, so she might as well get comfortable.

She had been watching the cars pass by like a bored child as she saw the airport come into view, bouncing up and down gleefully as her mother parked. She skipped out of the car, her excitement radiating from her like a bright, endless flame as she helped her mother take out her luggage. She made sure to bring at least two suitcases full of clothing. She made sure to bring her favorite pillow as well as a small carry-on-bag full of all kinds of things to do, just in case she couldn’t fall asleep.

“Do you have your cell phone so I can make sure you got there?” Her mother asked in a worried fashion as Evangeline deadpanned. How old do you think I am, 14? she thought with a long frown, which made her mom hand-wave the implication that she didn’t believe her daughter could take care of herself. “I just want to make sure you’ll be ok, you’ve never gone this far away before.”

Evangeline gave her mother a reassuring hug as she patted her back, hoping she wouldn’t start bawling, though she was never really the type. She smiled softly. “Don’t worry, mom, I’ll be more than ok.” She spoke encouragingly as she continued. “Trust me, I’ll be fine… And if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll give you a call,” she added as an after thought, bidding her mother a final good bye as she entered the airport, alone, and quickly got on the plane. It was somewhat difficult to convince her mom to let her board on her own as she continued to say how difficult it would be for her to carry both of her luggage as well as her carry-on alone, but she found a way around it.

Pushing her chair back into a comfortable position, Evangeline felt she should take advantage of this and called for some food, eating it while she watched a movie on her individual TV screen. She watched multiple movies while on the plane ride until they announced they were nearing Long Island, her destination. She peeked out of the window for just a split second to see the beautiful scenery. Sun kissed beaches; exquisite trees as well as beach resorts came into view as they got closer. She swiftly turned back to her movie, hoping she could finish it as one of the flight attendants announced that they had finally landed.

With a long pout on her face, Evangeline followed after the other travelers off the plane and went to pick up her luggage instantaneously afterward. She went to the entrance of the airport in search for the butler who was supposed to pick her up. She had a cheerful look on her face as she caught sight of a man in a suit holding up a sign that, quite literally, had her name written all over it. In bold letters that were obviously written with a sharpie, was “Evangeline Leverett” , so she assumed he was the butler she was looking for.

Oddly enough, she found him absolutely adorable, and rushed up to him with a bright, cheery smile. After watching all those movies, she was really perky now. Sure, it was probably because they were all a bunch of kid’s movies, but she thoroughly enjoyed feeling like a child as she watched them, she never really got to do that as a little girl. Ok, and maybe she drank a lot of pop on the flight, but that had nothing to do with it. At least, I don’t think, she pondered in a puzzled manner before looking back up to him.

“Hello there my good man, I believe I’m the Evangeline Leverett you’re looking for?” She grinned cheekily as she inspected him more thoroughly. She really wanted his gloves, but refrained from begging him for them. His clothing reminded her a bit of what she was wearing at the time. Dressed in a black vest that ended just below her non-existent chest, she chose to wear a somewhat formal frilly dress-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans, because she didn’t have any dress pants at hand. She adjusted her top hat on her head as she continued to observe him curiously.

Nadia closed the file and walked her client out. She took a quick glance at her watch and immediately panicked. She had exactly half an hour to get home, change, pack and get to the airport. Now, why hadn't she pack the night before? She should have known better that divorce cases usually took quite a long time. She sighed and grabbed her bag then headed to her car. As she drove home, her thoughts went back to the day she filled in the survey.

Nadia had found this letter addressed to her. She could not recognize the handwriting but still opened it. When she saw that it was a survey, part of her wanted to just dump it in the bin and the other part wanted to complete it so much. She wondered what made her choose to complete it instead of dumping it in the bin. Perhaps it was the mystery reward, perhaps it was because she was too bored. But in any case, she completed it and sent it back. She remembered waiting for about three months before the letter about the reward came. By then, she had already forgotten all about the survey and the reward. After that came the letter saying that she had been rewarded with a vacation to the Bahamas and the plane ticket was enclosed. It was too good to be true but she still applied for leave and now, she was about to go to Long Island, the Bahamas.

Nadia quickly packed her suitcase and took a shower before changing into a pair of jeans and a white tank top. She glanced at her watch. Great. She had only ten minutes left for a fifteen minute drive to the airport. She dragged her suitcase and dumped it in the car before speeding to the airport. She checked in and got on the plane, just in time.

Nadia looked out of the window as the plane ascended. Although this seemed too good to be true, she was still glad that she was able to get some time off work and go on an all expenses paid vacation. She has been wanting to take some time off work and go on a vacation for a long time but she has been so busy and stressed, she had simply no time to book any tours and vacations. As she sat at her seat, she began to check out all the in-flight entertainment. She then felt quite tired and went to sleep.

A few hours later, she was awaken by an announcement asking passengers to put on their seat belts as the plane was about to land. Nadia looked out of the window and saw the beautiful island. She smiled, glad that she was finally here.

After the plane landed and Nadia had collected her suitcase, she looked around. A creepy looking man was looking around and holding a sign with the words :

Nadia Alexis Waters

Nadia walked towards the man and smiled,"Hey there.I'm Nadia Alexis Waters. I'm guessing from this sign you're holding, you're the one who's supposed to pick me up?"

Alison sighed as she got out of the salon. She had coloured her own hair again; this time she had added pink low-lights. And there had been a particularly annoying customer; she had wanted her hair cut like Victoria Beckham, but when Alison was half way through, she was complaining it was too short. So Alison had handed her over to the boss.
Alison jumped onto the bus as it started to pull away. Her bags were heavy; Ali was guessing her mom had packed it. She arrived at the airport, checked in, and headed for the departure gate. She smiled as the boarding started when she arrived. She smiled at a boy who let her pass, and gave him a lollipop she had been saving for the plane. When she got to her seat, she pulled out her iPod, put a lollipop in her mouth, and fell asleep.
"Miss? Would you like a pillow?" Ali opened an eye, and looked at the air hostess. She smiled as she remember New Moon; Alice had been offered a pillow in the same manner. "Yeah, sure. How much longer?" She politely asked the air hostess, who informed her they were about to land. She took the lollipop out of her mouth. "Wow, usually I don't sleep on airplanes. These seats are comfortable." When she came through arrivals, she saw a freak butler holding a name plate. It read
Alison Malley.
"I'm Alison O' Malley." She said, throwing away the sign. "Right, let's get going." She said, hardly able to contain her excitement.

Jennifer blushed, "Well, I don't think the time matters, Dayton did you say?" she asked him not registering his name, she glared at him as he took her bags, "You know I could just call thief and get you arrested." she joked smiling brightly as she climbed into the limo, she examined the interior looking for any drink, when she saw the champagne she sighed and leant back ignoring the alcohol, "Why should I get drunk on holiday?" she asked herself as she relaxed looking through the window as they departed from the airport. Jen was quite amazed at the island, she had never been to The Bahamas before, but that didn't stop her watching the scenery with awe, "Dayton, May I ask do you have a last name?" she asked quite enjoying the look of the butler.

Ivy grinned as she was escorted to the limo. She had never felt like such a VIP in her life. And, she thought as Caleb loaded her bags into the trunk, I was right. This was a good idea. I already feel like a new person. She got a small glass of champagne and grinned. She truly felt special. And special was something she hadn't felt for a very long time.

As the limo traveled to the resort, Ivy watched the scenery that passed her by. She didn't think she could have imagined ever being somewhere more beautiful. She felt fresh and new and was ready to carry this feeling back home to DC when she went. With a deep, soul-satisfying sigh, she leaned back into the seat and sipped her champagne. Perhaps life truly was meant to be lived in the lap of luxury.

Takeo shook listened to the butler apologize to him. It was okay, but he just wasn't used to be called by his first name except by him family. His friends called him Kusanagi-san or Nagi-chan. He didn't like being called Nagi-chan. It irritated him and made him mad. He shook the thought from home from his mind and payed attention to his butler, Cedric. He went on about the limo. He let out a sigh. He whispered in Japanese. "JUst reminds me of my father." He looked away from the butler and gritted his teeth. His was 1000's of miles away and he still couldn't get the horrible old man out of his thoughts. After a bit of walking they came to the limo and Cedric seemed very pleased. He boasted about the limo and motioned for him to get in. Takeo nodded and crouched into the limo. It was nice but he didn't care for so many fancy things. He loved the simple life and he didn't care for fancy rich things. Takeo looked at Cedric and noticed that he was still talking. He nodded and made it look like he was paying attention. The air was thick and hot which made begin to sweat. His bangs were no good in this weather. The car took off and began to head towards their destination. He leaned his head against the window and stared at the scenenary as it sped on by. He glanced at Cedric from the corner of his and he reminded him of a attendant he had back home. He looked away from the window and at Cedric. "Can I ask you something? Why are you a butler?"

Such a childish question he knew. But, Takeo never understood why people went into the profession of being a butler, servant or maid. There were a lot of maids and attendants at he main house that did what ever his father wanted him to do. His father always treated them like dirt and yelled at them. Takeo on the other hand had made friends with them. He looked at Cedric with curious eyes.

When Allia saw the pale, scrawny man with her name on the board she felt that the man would be a dense and disturbingly distant person but when she actually stopped in front of him she was utterly astounded by his gestures; he took her hand and became a sincere gentlemen which made Allia develop a child-like crush upon the man almost instantly, which was odd for her. Though she thought this would not really bother her much since there would many gorgeous guys on the island for her to sexually exploit and distract her, to put it bluntly. She even liked the male’s voice as he introduced himself Abraham she thought before saying “Nice to meet you, Abraham” with a sort of flirtatious smiling smirk. What made her laugh out loud in her head was the statement he made afterwards; she thought Service me in anyway? Oh, babe. I can think of a few ways though she made a funny face afterwards as if an after effect realising what she had just thought and disgusted at herself for it but somehow she couldn’t help it. She walked with him listening to him as he spoke to her intervening with a small nod or an occasional uh-huh. Once they reached the limo’s parked area Allia had watched the man heave her luggage away and into the trunk, wondering how such a scrawny man could lift her luggage, she obviously clearly underestimated this man in more ways than one. As the man thumped the bags gently into the trunk of the limo she thought I bet he could pick me up any day she quickly tried to stop her thinking about this man in such a way but she failed miserably; she was just a simple sucker for the gentlemen type for some odd reason.

She wondered to herself as the butler, Abraham mentioned various references to a “Mr. Belarus”. She frowned a few times thinking Who is this guy? And what in the world would he want to show off his family for, is he some collector or something? I should ask, in a bit I will. I got 30 minutes, don’t I? Maybe I missed something in that letter, shit I knew I should have packed it with me she shook her head waiting for her chance to pounce, in a sense. She also began to wonder why only a select few? Or maybe this was a start of some new fantasy-holiday resort and he is trying to find out if it worked on normal people. Allia liked to think of herself as normal. She looked to her left and to the sky before she hopped into the limo’s seating, she watched as the beautiful blue sky smiled down to her and the sun burned bright upon her delicate features as well as the limo and everything else, she glanced one more time out ahead watching as a family marched along to their own car, she watched the mother and father of the family quarrel a little once they stopped in front of their car; what they argued about she could not hear, she also saw the two kids running around the car waiting for their parents to tell them to stop or to do something else. She continued to watch them wondering if the parents were ever going to turn to their kids but she quickly dismissed it before she finally got into the limo not knowing what happened to that family and deciding not to care.

When she got into the limo she found that Abraham was looking to the back and up to her as she stood and observed her surrounding waiting for her to get in so he could get a move on. She smiled to her apparent butler and after the formalities she finally eased herself in, her arms being rested onto the front seat, looking at her butler and the front of the limo. She felt the limo begin to reverse and then halt and then it began to move on straight out of the airport’s parking lot and into what she thought to be a highway. It felt like 5 minutes had passed before she wiggled her nose a little with a curious expression on her face. She then gasped in some air and finally opened her mouth to speak to him in a casual tone “So I’m really curious. Who is this Mr. Belarus? And what does he want to show us his family for? If it was in the letter thing he sent, I must have missed it. Could you tell me?” she stopped to breathe again and before he could actually answer, which she found reluctancy in, she began to continue to question him; almost badger him for answers “And how exactly did this guy choose me and the other people? Or was it a lucky draw? And why is he doing this?” she frowned at some point during her big questioning but reformed back to her normal casual smile, as she awaited his answers. It was obvious to both Abraham and herself that she was not about to go there without any kind of information.

The butler finally finished circling the name for what must have been the hundredth time, in red pen. He wanted to make sure the guy saw him and that he picked up the correct person. Nothing could go wrong here, not one thing. He needed to pick up the guy that he was assigned to and get him to the resort.

Looking around, another batch of people came off the plane, but not one came to him. He sighed, waiting for the next plane to land, hoping he hadn't missed the guy. Again, like many of the other butlers, the thought of what would happen if he missed the person he was supposed to be collecting and a shiver travelled from top to bottom down him. He was sure that the others had thought and felt the same.

"Please, don't let me miss him." He sighed, looking up at nothing, but saying the words to someone higher than him, whoever was out there to listen, maybe a God, if there was such a thing.

Suddenly the doors opened once again and a man came out, looking around desperately before rushing over to him. Someone had actally answered his prayer. Maybe there was a god after all, the butler thought.

He listened to the mans apology and just nodded. "It's fine sir. I'm Jacob, your butler gfor the holiday." He smiled. "Give me your bags and I'll carry them to the limo. It's the least I can do after your long journey. Where did you come from, again?" He asked, as he took the man's bags and headed for the exit, before continuing on to a long black limo that was waiting for them.

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Charles wasn't going to get into any sort of trouble. He was here to pick up a John Bailon and take him back to the resort. Yes, that's it. Of course, they were supposed to serve them to, just like their master and he would. But first things first; get the boy to the resort. He scanned everyone, trying to guess which one was the man he was looking for as he held up a sign. No one came his way though. Maybe next time.

It was ten minutes later that a male finally approached announcing that they were the John Bailon that he had written on the sign. "Good. Now, we have to go John. We need to get back to the resort. I'll take your bags to the car." He told him, a firm, almost authorative tone.

"I'm Charles. I'll be your personal butler for the duration of the vacation in Long Island. Just ask me if you have any questions and I'll try my best to answer them. Mr Belarus is at the mansion waiting, so we better get going." He finished, leading the boy out to yet again another limo.

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Having been startled out of his daze by a girl, he stared at her as she rambled to him cheerily for a second before registering that he was at the airport holding up a sign with a girls name on. This was the girl he was collecting. He wished he'd read over the application once more, so he could remember what she was like.

"Yes; I'm here to take you to Mr Belarus' resort. Let me take your bags and follow me." He stated, grabbing her bags from her and continuing to walk to the exit. It was on his travels to the limo that he explained who he was. "I'm Calvert. Your personal butler while staying at the mansion. Anything you need, I am here for."

It took two minutes to get to the limo, where the driver started while Calvert got the bags and the girl into the limo before himself. "Now, it's a short drive to the resort. One which I'm sure you'll enjoy. Have you been to Long Island before?"

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Benedict waited patiently, tapping his foot while he waited. The man fumbled with his gloves, his suit, everything, hoping to look his best as he waited. As another batch of people came out, he held up his sign, but no one approached him. Sighing slightly, he put the board down.

This went on for quite awhile, holding the sign up and then down, up and then down again until finally a girl approached. She was excited; despite the long flight and the hard travelling, it looked like she was ready to bounce off all the walls.

"Hello miss, how was your journey? Good I hope. I'm Benedict, your butler for the duration of your stay. Let me show you to the limo we have provided to take you to your location." He told her, taking the bags. This one has too much energy, he thought to himself as he took her to the limo, noting that she had been glancing at his gloves. You're not getting them either, so don't ask, he told her in his mind, though she wouldn't hear it. The amount of trouble he'd get into.

The thought occurred to him though afterwards; would he get in more trouble for not giving them to her, or for giving them to her? He'd have to find out if the question arose.

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All the butlers had their designated time of arrival for their person, and all of them were going out to collect them at the right time. Alfred was no different. He, himself, was now standing in arrivals, waving his named sign around every time a group of people left the exit. He was honestly getting sick of waiting, but he had to. It would be worse for him if he didn't collect his person.

Flooding through the exit now were a group of people of all different shapes and sizes, from all different backgrounds and of all different ages. And it was one of these people, a female that finally approached him. "Yes miss. I am here to collect you and take you to Mr Belarus' resort. Let me take your bags and load them into the awaiting limo. I take it your journey was safe been as it was on time and that it arrived here." He told her. "Oh, and I am Alfred, your butler for your holiday. I will serve your every need." He smiled, before heading out of the airport and towards the transportation.

It didn't take long to load the girl and the bags into the limo and once Alfred was in with everything else, they took off. "It's a short journey to the resort where you will me Mr Belarus and his family, the other guests and we'll get you settled into your room before meal time."

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Most of the guests had arrived, to his knowledge. Well, the butlers had left and he was one of the last, apart from two others to leave the mansion. Even as he left to pick up his guest, some of them had arrived. He didn't stop to see who had arrived though, not daring to as he got into the limo and quickly headed for the airport.

Around half an hour later, he had arrived and had just finished his sign: Alison O'Malley. Now, it was a waiting game. It was rather boring, watching people come out, greet loved ones or people that were picking them up and then disappear while he was left standing there. Boring, but he had no choice but to do it. The consquences would be devastating, otherwise.

It wasn't long later though that a girl approached him and the long waiting was over. This one was slightly bossy as she approached, announcing her name and then telling him that they had to get going. "This way to the limo, miss." He stated, grabbing her luggage so he could assist her to the car.

"I'm Bartholomew, your private butler for the holiday." He stated. "You can call me Bart though, if you don't want to announce the whole name. I know many people prefer to shorten it." He told her as they got themselves back into the limo and headed for the mansion.

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The airport was pretty chaotic suddenly and the arrivals seemed to get lost in the crowds of holiday makers, rushing to enjoy the resort. Baldwin had a difficult time holding up his sign so that he could find the guy. In the end he just went from person to person, tapping their shoulder and holding his sign up. After what seemed like a lost cause, and that the guy wasn't on the flight, he was about to give up and wait for the next plane. He decided first though, to try one last person. Tapping him on the shoulder, the guy turned and looked at him before speaking. Baldwin had found his target. Finally.

He nodded to the man and took him immediately to the limo, all in silence, not saying a word. He would speak to the man in the limo, and only in the limo once they'd arrived at the resort. He opened up the door for Guyra once they'd got to the resort and let him get a look at the proud mansion standing there as he got his bags and came around to the boy.

"I am Baldwin," he finally spoke. "Your personal butler for your stay. Whatever you need just ask. Follow me." He stated, starting for the stairs to the mansion.

The mansion was huge. Not only long, but tall. It was a red bricked building with a grand staircase just to get to the door. Masses of green land surrounded the place and it was obvious the mansion and resort came with a lot of land. Later, on the tour, the guests would find out exactly what was here for them.

"Right so, Bart. I'm sorry if I sounded bossy, but I'm a bit tired. The flight was long, even though I slept through it. Security didn't help either." She apologized, realizing how rude she sounded. Ali smiled as she saw the limo. She avoided the champange. "It's a bit early to be drinking, or to be drunk." She muttered. But when she saw the mansion, she reached for the bottle of champange, and poured some into the flute. She drank it, and poured another glass. "Here's to a great holiday!" She toasted.
The butler dragged her bags into the mansion. Ali's jaw dropped as she saw it. She pulled out her camera and took a shot. She smiled. "Time for the holiiday of a lifetime."