Introduction
<p>High school students all over the country were disappearing at a rapid rate. Not just any students though- the ones that showed "exceptional promise". They were placed in a prison-like structure far below the ground and then... After that, nobody knows what happened. The world just seemed to end. Everybody else was destroyed. All that's left in the world is a strange housing settlement, built by whoever it was that took them. They're now expected to create the "perfect society". </p>
<p>Each house is fully stocked with food and clothing. There are two bedrooms- one for the residents and the other? A nursery, signifying their purpose and what's to come. The residents of each house are only allowed to speak to each other and the people on either side of them. They're being watched at all times. Nobody knows how it all happened, or what to expect- but they'll find out very soon. </p>
<p>Name: [[No last names]] </p>
<p>Age: [[14-18]] </p>
<p>Appearance: [[Take into consideration not only height, hair color etc. but clothing style, physical alterations such as tattoos and piercing and any other distinguishing features. Also remember that nobody is perfect. Can use pictures.]] </p>
<p>Personality: [[Be as detailed as possible, though I know a lot of personality will come out in your posts!]] </p>
<p>Extra: [[Anything that doesn't fall into the above categories. I do like something in this space, just by the way.]] </p>
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"I think you'll like this one" grinned her father, passing her the obscure object as he kissed his then wife (Charlotte's mother) on the cheek.
Charlotte smiled, her eyes bouncing with excitement as she tore off the stripey gift paper. As she ripped open the last piece of paper, her eyes lit up, slightly curious. "What is it?" she asked, glancing at her father bemusedly.
"Open it" he urged her, pointing at the latches.
Charlotte carefully pressed open the clips and peeked inside, breathing out a sigh of exhilaration. "Wow" she breathed, picking up the dusk sun acoustic guitar cautiously. She beamed, her eyes full of love and devotion, towards her father. Leaping at him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest. "I love it dad, it's perfect" she said, tears streaming down her face.
"I knew you would, now you can stop using mine, can't you?" her father said in a comforting voice as he patted her gently on the back...
Charlotte closed her eyes, a memory would only be a memory, she was alone in this world, more alone than ever.
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The perfection of the street mocked him. It was the ideal neighborhood, yet Zanith hated it. The fakeness of it all was glaringly obvious to him. Turning from the window suddenly, he drew the blinds closed in one quick, violent movement. He couldn't stand it. Moving away from the window, he threw himself onto the bed, burying his face in the pillow and fighting his mounting frustration. His clothes rubbed against his skin uncomfortably. The brand new cloth was not yet broken in, and it still carried the smell and feel of manufactured cotton.
The clothing was perfect. His closet was full of articles which he would have picked out himself in a clothing store, but they were not his. Never in his life had Zane laid eyes on the attire. He would have loved the clothes in other circumstances, but he hated them. Hated the way everything in this house seemed to cater to his every want, need, and whim. The rooms were decorated meticulously, appealing to his every taste and preference. The fridge was filled with his favorite foods, the bookshelf home to his favorite books and authors. It was sickening.
Yet the house was not tailored to him only. Half of the closet was filled with girls' clothes; the bookshelves contained books he'd never bothered to peruse; and some of the food in the fridge he found revolting. At first, he'd been confused. Whoever had made the house was obviously trying to make him feel at home. If that was true, then why in world were there girl's clothes in the closet? He'd been perplexed. That is, until he noticed the other inhabitant of the house.
A girl. Her books, her clothes, her favorite foods.
The house had been designed to integrate their separate likes, dislikes, and wants seamlessly into one, perfect house, on a perfect street in the middle of a perfect little housing development.
But why?
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Waking up,Check!
Going to the Bathroom Check!
Then blank.
Something happened, she wasn't home. "Where am I? Where am I? Why do I sound like I lost my memory!?!?!" She checked everything, his and her. Sam flared her nose. I live with my mom and brother, not another guy... Guys don't even look my way. She opened the door that hadn't been opened ignoring Zanith. 'WTF!!! A nursery! AM I PREGNANT??? WAS I RAPED??? WHAT HAPPENED!!!" She goes in the room and finally notices Zanith. "Do you know why I'm here? Did you take me here?"
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Running his hands through his hair, as was his habit, he sat up. "And I didn't rape you either. So unless you engaged in unprotected intercourse before you arrived here," he continued, "You should be fine."
Falling silent, he studied the girl before him. Curly red hair crowned her head, framing the brown eyes that glared at him with unmasked hostility. She was tall, almost as tall as he was. Her arms were bare, and her jeans and t-shirt were stained with some type of clay or paint. He couldn't tell which. His eyes slid away from her, returning to the closed curtain of the window.
It was odd that her immediate reaction to the nursery had been the thought that she was pregnant. Zanith wasn't a girl himself of course, but he was fairly sure that most girls wouldn't jump to that conclusion if they found themselves in a house that happened to contain a nursery. He blinked, standing up to move towards the door. "If you'll excuse me," he said, "I'd like to get something to eat."
He moved past her, careful not to make physical contact. She already thought he was a rapist, if he'd heard correctly before. No need to agitate her further.
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She goes in the kitchen. "Sorry about... earlier. I'm Samantha or Sam by my friends." She hated saying sorry it was one of the worst things she could do to people because she never could be sincere about it.
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Hunger was definitely at the top of the list. After that, a shower would be in order, and then, sleep. Even though he'd awoken only a few hours before, he felt as if hadn't truly slept in an impossibly long time. The drowsy, cloudy feeling of artificial sleep hung over him. The sleep that didn't give you any rest, simply oblivion.
He rummaged through the fridge, searching uselessly through it. Everything he could have wanted was in it. Suddenly irritated, he slung the door closed, rattling the bottles of various foodstuffs inside audibly. This pissed him off. They thought they knew him, and it made him want to prove them dead wrong. Whoever 'they' were.
The girl entered the kitchen just as he was slamming the fridge door closed, and he pushed his hand through his hair once more. She introduced herself politely, and he looked up at her, his red eyes smoldering with irritation that was not directed at her. Though she probably wouldn't know the difference.
"Zanith," he said shortly, leaning against the countertop and bracing his arms against it. "Or Zane. I don't really care what you call me." Feeling his rudeness, he glanced up at her again, trying to soften his gaze a little. He only partially succeeded, and was unable to actually make himself smile.
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Sam looked away, "Nice to meet you..." She stares out the window. Sam remembers she's still carrying the bear. "I kinda pimped out the bear..." she shows it to Zanith. "What do you think?" She stood there holding it out there like she was holding something that he really wanted. But like he really cared.
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"Nice," he said, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Way to stick it to them."
Moving away from the fridge, he savored the lightened mood for a moment, trying to secure it in his memory. For some reason, he felt that moments like these might become few and far between in the coming days. If that was so, he wanted to hold on to each happy, carefree moment. He wanted to keep them close, even if they were brought about by a girl he hardly knew.
Scratching the back of his neck, glanced at Sam. The moment of levity had passed, and his expression had darkened again. "I'm going to take a shower. So if you need to use the bathroom," He trailed off, and the offer hung in the air as he waited for her response. "I may take a while. I want to scrub all this grime off of me. And I smell weird. Not...bad, just different." Zanith stopped abruptly, wondering why he was talking so much. He blamed it on the stress again. And the lack of other people to talk to. He supposed he really was relieved that he wasn't stuck in this house all by himself. People went insane that way. Zane refused to become some psychotic bimbo who could only drool and talk insanely to themself. He recoiled from the image that thought presented.
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I was 13... She stares at it, my brother left for the army that day. He wanted us to be there and watch him leave. I wore that new black dress my mom bought and a white Madonna glove. He said it was too much. But I didn't care that he was leaving, when we got in the car, I didn't care. When we went through 2 hour traffic to the airport, I didn't care. When I helped him with his bags, I didn't care. And I told myself I over and over again that I didn't when we hugged and he told me when he came back he would be different.
After he left, I still believed I didn't care until that letter came saying he would never be returning home, ever. All the emotions I felt before came forward. 3 years later. I cried every day. I even went emo for a few months, then art found me and saved me.
Sam smiled. Those were the hard times and she would never forget them. Never.
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He was unsurprised to find his customary shampoo and body wash in the shower. After all, they wouldn't make such a petty mistake as that. He squirted some of the cool liquid into the palm of his hand, working it through his hair slowly. The familiar smell of the shampoo had a calming effect on Zane. The water washed away the worries and uncertainties, if only temporarily.
Rinsing his hair clean of any remaining traces of shampoo, Zane grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap. After lathering the washcloth, he scrubbed the grime and other impurities from his skin, lingering to wash his face more gently. The soap slid off his body easily as the water splashed over him. As the last traces of soap suds disappeared down the drain, he turned the faucet and the water stream abruptly stopped.
Wiping himself down with a towel, he stepped out onto the small rug in front of the shower. Water dripped down his face and clung to the ends of his hair. He wrapped the towel around himself, moving to stand in front of the mirror. Looking at himself, he thought he appeared much more put together now. The sleep had been washed from his face. He looked healthier now.
Pulling on his underwear and jeans, he opened the door of the bathroom, emerging half-naked into the cooler, drier air.
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