Leonardo Reyes's Story

Leonardo Reyes, Elven Prince

Leonardo Reyes stepped through the portal that had been created in his homeland of the forest, the blinding white light of the portal dazing him for a moment, making him close his eyes. His hands clenched around the one of his younger sister, the hand that he had taken in his before they had walked through the portal. He had decided in that moment that they were alone now, and they had to stay together, as much as possible. Her hand had given him comfort and confidence as he led her through the shimmering mirror-like entity in front of them; he wasn't sure if he would have wanted to do it without her comfort. Despite being of the highest race, and of the highest status in that race, Leo had felt a small shudder of doubt and fright running through his body - but he would never let anyone know. Ever. That just wasn't the person he was - he was a Prince of the Elves.

When the Reyes siblings emerged from the portal, it instantly closed behind them. Leo looked behind them briefly, then to his left, and then to the right, pondering for a moment, looking for any signs of life. There wasn't any. "Interesting," was the only word that came from his mouth a he let go of his younger sisters hand, and crossed them across his chest. His face contorted into a look of concentration as he wondered what to do now - were they to go into the house already? Were they to wait here until someone came out and told them to come in? Was there anyone there to let them in? This plan hasn't been thought out to it's full extent. He thought, turning back until his eyes came to rest on his twin, Juliet. He had decided.

"Well, Jules. Would you like to go in and explore our new abode? I doubt that there will be anyone else here on this deserted island, so shall we?" He smiled momentarily, a cute, crooked smile - one that was only reserved for family members and friends... if he had any. It was rare that anyone saw him smile, or laugh, or break his serious facade for even a moment, and after that momentary lapse, he changed back into the stoic Prince. With a small gesture, he offered her to go ahead of him.

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Emmaline Quirin, Genie Princess

"No! I flatly refuse! I am not going! You can't make me!" Emmaline Quirin protested, as her mother pushed her towards the portal that was glowing in the gardens of her family home.
"Emmy, listen to me, you have t---"
"No! I'm not going to be cooped up in a stupid house for a stupid amount of time with a stupid amount of people! You can't make me!"
"Emmaline Quirin, you listen to me. You are going to help your brother gain us Genies some respect in this world, do you hear me child."
Emmy ignored him, and continued to push her mother away from her.
"Do you hear me child?" Her mother snapped at her, pulling her up straight and shaking her shoulders lightly.

Emmy stopped fighting for a moment, and poked her tongue out at her mother. She didn't want to go at all. It was a Genie's worst nightmare, being cooped up in the same place for a long amount of time, and her mother was forcing her and Del to go. "Del, please, make her understand? We can't be forced to go! Screw the war, let them all destroy themselves, we're barely involved! I mean--

And with that, she was shoved through the portal.

Emmaline didn't know who had pushed her, be it her twin brother, her mother, or one of the palace staff who were just getting irritated by her refusal. She flew through the white light, and landed flat on her face when she fell out. What a regal entrance. She stood up quickly, and brushed herself off, looking around briefly as she did so. She could see two people already walking in the direction of the house, and she frowned in concentration, trying to work out what race they are. However, she couldn't determine, so quickly turned around, waiting for her brother to emerge from the annoyingly glittery portal. She tapped her foot in anticipation, getting slightly anxious without him around. It was a new place, and she felt nervous being here without Delroy next to her.

"Come on Del! Hurry your ass up and get out of there."

Evangeline Marie Almora

Eva stared at the gaping portal. It was so bright it hurt her eyes, but she found she could not look away. The Princess was hypnotized by the light and that fact that it would be the thing to take her away from her... Home? That did not feel like the right word. This place, the castle, was not really a home to her. It was a residence, the place she had lived in for twenty-one years, but not a home. To Eva the word home evoked warm feelings of acceptance and love. Here the only love she had ever received was from her brother and still the entire place had been cold and empty. Her only happy memories were with Fisher as the two played, or she watched him train. Eva's parents had mostly ignored her for her entire life, and as such she had no feelings about missing this place.

Speaking of Fisher, Eva turned her head to see her brother. He was, at the moment, speaking with their parents. He looked quite serious, but then again Fisher usually looked serious. After all, he would be the King of the Nymphs someday and as such had been trained for the position in every way possible. A tiny smile spread across Eva's face at the thought of Fisher in charge. He would be a good King and he would keep peace with the races. That's what he wanted now, anyway, an end to the war and with him in charge the peace they would hopefully achieve now would continue. Well, that's what Eva predicted for him anyway. Suddenly she felt a pincer like hand grasp her shoulder.

"Off into the portal with you," the woman snapped. Eva turned her head to see it was the cook that held her shoulder tight enough to bruise. The way she spoke epitomized how Eva was viewed in this place. Everyone knew that her parents weren't considering her for Queen, and that she was ignored by them most of the time. Plus there was the fact that Eva never complained to anyone. She would simply accept the disrespect of the slaves and keep quiet, not wishing to cause trouble. So they'd all learned that they didn't have to do as Eva asked, and they could simply skip over her room when they were cleaning.

Eva hesitated, glancing at Fisher and their parents once more. She wanted... Eva didn't know what she wanted. Perhaps for them to glance at her? Maybe wave? But she knew that was silly. What Eva didn't want was to go through the portal alone, without her brother next to her. Eva always felt stronger when Fisher was by her side. Still, she knew it was not right of her to wait for him. It would be best if a representative for the Nymphs reached the mansion as soon as possible and Fisher might be busy talking with the King and Queen for a while. Besides, even now the cook was steering her towards the portal with a steel grip. Eva didn't resist, allowing herself to be guided in front of the light. If it hadn't been for the slight push by the cook, Eva might've frozen right then and there. As it was, however, the girl stumbled through the portal to the other side. She felt the ground give way slightly and looked down to see sand beneath her feet. She glanced around and felt fear thud through her veins at the amount of people on the beach. There were so many... Too many. Eva had the sudden urge to dive back through the portal, but she was frozen where she stood.

Juliet Reyes~ Elven Princess

The blonde stared at the portal that had been created in a small meadow of their forest. The bright light it projected stared back at her, she closed her eyes but not for the same reason as her brother. She was scared, scared of what would be awaiting them on the other end, scared of being on her own for the first time in her life. She knew her brother would be with her but it wouldn't be the same. She had begged and pleaded upon hearing about their venture to Hollow house, but nothing had prevailed. She reopened her eyes, telling herself she had to be brave, or at least fake it. Juliet took one final look at the place she called home, and with that she turned away and stepped into the portal after her twin. She allowed her fingers to entangle around her brothers. The simple act gave her comfort and allowed her to relax slightly. It was the same hand that had held hers since childhood, keeping her close through the scariest of times. She along behind her brother, towed along by his gasp on her. She knew that if it weren't for him doing this, she probably would have stopped moving by this point. She might be a princess but Juliet did not have the bravery of a monarch and although she didn't want to admit it, she knew she wasn't doing a good job of hiding her nerves.

When the pair emerged, hand in hand from the mirror-like portal, it closed immediately. Her eyes followed her brothers, looking around them and taking it all in. It was better than she had expected but she still wasn't thrilled. It was nice enough, it was housing royalty after all, but it wasn't home. She wasn't sure how she felt about losing her brother's hand and her safety blanket in that, but she didn't expect much else from him. Juliet composed herself and tried to put on a strong face, they must not let others see them looking frail and fearful. "Huh?" The sound of her brother's voice snapped herself out of her thoughts and left her slightly flustered. "Oh, right. Yes, I guess we might as well. Though that wouldn't be the word I would use to describe it." She told her brother, she had yet to come up with the perfect word for their new living arrangements but she had been searching her brain for a word that would suit the house of their imprisonment. She made a small smile in return to her brother's, a smile that she rarely saw on him anymore and had missed. She'd always thought it was the best look for him, he didn't feel the same way, so on the rare occasion he gave into the smile she couldn't help but do so herself.

Juliet walked in front of her brother and headed toward the house. She could see others arriving but just continued to look straight ahead and strode toward the manor. She walked up the grassy lawn, her heels sinking in a little bit, causing annoyance, could they not have put in a path up to the house. When he feet his solid stone she was pleased. She paused before the door, not only to wipe of tome of the dirt that had gotten on her shoes but to also glance over to Leonardo. She didn't know if they should just let them selves in, knock, or wait. She decided to just enter the mansion. If they didn't want them in the house they wouldn't have forced them to come. She turned the delicate handle and pushed the door open, stepping onto the marble floor of the front foyer. She looked around, it was really nice but Juliet wasn't about to admit that. She had decided that if the was going to be forced to play their little game, she would be playing it her way.

Damian Halloway~ Demon Prince

Damian waited for his sister near the front door. When she finally arrived he walked with her outside. The portal that would take them to Hollow house gleamed, the shining totempole of it's empty surroundings. His eyes took a minute or two to get used to the bright light and even then it still hurt to look at. “Well lets get on with it then.” He said stepping toward it. He looked back at his sister, offering her a near smile before disappearing into the portal. He had always been close to Skyla but he didn't see the need in attempting to do any gushy gestures, they had never been much for hugs or hand holding. And there was certainly no need for starting just because they were going away for a while. He knew his sister wouldn't hesitate to follow him, so he didn't orry too much about waiting up for her. Neither of them were afraid of going and he knew his sister never hesitated when it came to adventures. He walked straight ahead, eager to get out of this bright tunnel. He didn't waste anytime with walking slowly or hesitating before exiting, the sooner he was out of the portal the better.

His shoes hit the sand and he looked down. He wasn't expecting a beach, though he couldn't complain. This meant that they wouldn have all the ameneties one could want which would make being stuck here with faeries and other giggly little creatures much more tolerable. Once his sister had exited the portal it snapped shut and vansihed. “Ladies first Sky.” He told his twin, taking half a stop back and holding his arm out for her to go ahead of him. He watched as more and more pairs arrived. He had no interest of talking to any of them though. He wanted to get inside, out of the sun and he was looking forward to finding his bedroom.

Leo Reyes

Leo followed his younger sister, up the large grassy pathway that led up to the abandoned house. What the house has been used for in the past, before it was decided to be the prison of twenty twenty-one year olds, he did not know, and in all fairness, he didn't want to know. He walked in silence, his mind bouncing around with thousands of questions as he walked. Elves are natural inquisitive and intelligent creatures, and Leo was a classic elf - thinking about and analyzing everything that he saw. His hands stayed crossed across his chest as he went, and his head was still held high. His pointed ears caught sounds coming from behind him, noises of other couplets of twins arriving on the island, but he didn't turn around to see what they were. He heard someone say "Did you manage to learn how to tell the races apart?" But didn't pay much attention to it. Then, a variety of scents hit his nose, and he felt as if he had been smacked in the face. He tried to keep his face straight, but it probably faltered for a minute as he adjusted to the new smells.

The variety of different smells was horrible. He hadn't been in contact with any other races before, but he had read books on them. He knew that the sulfur smell that he could sense was that of Demons. The smell of ash came from the Phoenixes. The dog-like smell, which wasn't completely pleasant, but not unpleasant either, was that of Werewolves. And that smell of rust, or iron, came from the two flying bodies that had just brushed past them, was that of the Vampires. He was jolted to the side slightly with the bump from the female Vampire, but he composed himself quickly, and carried on advancing into the house along with Juliet.

Once they entered, he was astounded by the grandeur of the hallway. The spiral staircase going up to the first floor, the chandelier... it slightly resembled his own home, back in the forest. Leo's hand slipped into his pocket and gently brushed against the piece of bark in his pocket - that piece of home that he had brought with him. It instantly comforted him, and soon, he was walking once again with his hands at his sides, almost marching, royally until he was next to his sister. "Shall we look for our rooms, dear sister? Our names seem to be on this list here. I'm assuming our bags have already been placed there."

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Emmy Quirin

"Oh yes, I missed you more than anything, you arrogant ass." Emmy wouldn't admit to her brother that for the brief moment she had been alone here, she had missed him, yes. But he'd never know that; he'd let it go to his head, and then she would never be able to get him to leave her alone, or shut up about it. So, she kept her mouth shut. However, she stood close to her brother as they walked up to the large house, even though she stood confidently. She didn't like it to seem as if she was a weakling compared to her brother, but she couldn't help but be a little cautious about going into the large mansion. She hadn't liked the idea of coming here in the first place, but now that they were here, she felt even worse about it. Stupid war.

"Have I learnt how to tell them apart?" She asked her brother, cocking her head to the side curiously. "Well, obviously, I know how to tell some apart. The sulfuric stink of the demons, the usual blood stains on the cloths of the vampires, fire coming from the rooms of Phoenixes, water dripping from the mermaids, faeries leaving glitter everywhere. Was that what you wanted me to learn?" She teased him back, nudging him softly in the elbow as the house loomed over them. Soon, they were inside the house, and the genie felt her mouth dropped to the floor in amazement, and her eyes almost pop open. She had never seen a place so beautiful, so elegant and so homely all at the same time. The genies are the poorest of all of the races, hence the slave race thing, and it was rare that they ever saw grandeur like this. It was a rarity. But a god-damn nice one. Maybe this stupid little trip wasn't going to be that bad after all, especially if they were living in a place like this.

On the wall by the door, there was a list of names and room numbers, obviously indicating the rooms in which they were staying. "Oh that's good, putting a genie in number thirteen." She laughed at her unfortunate brother. She continued to read down the piece of paper. Breakfast, lunch and dinner will be served in the dining room at ten o'clock, two o'clock and seven o'clock, and would be catered by magic. Well, that could be interesting. There were other little bits on the paper, but they seemed of little significance.

"Come on Del, I wanna' explore! Lets go check out our rooms, and have a search around."

Juliet Reyes~ Elven Princess

Juliet had difficulty keeping a straight face, the multitude of smells hit her like a ton of bricks. She hadn't noticed it too much while there were only a few others around them. She had never been around anything but elves and had never experienced scents to this magnitude. Once inside the house the intermixture of all the smells became even worse. She was beginning to wonder how she would be able to survive living with it all. The front foyer's design was similar to that of her own back home but she still believed her own to be far better.

"I can only hope, I really want to change, these shoes have gotten a bit dirty from the grass. And we must look presentable for our first real meeting with the others." She told her brother. She moved closer to her brother, then peeping up onto her tippy toes as best she could in high heels. She read the clean sheet of nearly white paper which was posted up on the wall over his shoulder. "It seems we're on the second floor." She thought aloud. She headed toward the spiral staircase but paused before actually stepping on them yet. Her ears picked up the sounds of others rushing around and exploring for themselves. She reinstated the somewhat serious face and began walking up the spiral stairs, her hand running along the railing as she went up. She held her head up high and walked straight, in her monarchistic sort of saunter.

When she reached the second floor she scanned the hallway for their rooms. When she found the doors, one on either side of the hallway. One with the number fifteen and the other sixteen. She gave a slight smile to her brother, as if to say 'Well, here goes nothing.' She turned to the door that held her room and took a deep breath before reaching for the handle. She turned the delicate handle and let the door swing open, revealing a beige toned room. She had been expecting something far less beautiful, either more prison like or more related to elves. The room she received however, was very simple yet classy. Juliet thought it was quite pretty and resembled something of a royal nature. She allowed the door to slowly swing closed, she then pushed it all the way closed and twisted the little lock. She took of her shoes, leaving them near the door and moved around the room to a door. She was slightly disappointed that it wasn't the closet, but she was astounded by the bathroom before her. She was beginning to think that at least this wasn't going to be entirely like a prison. She closed the door to the bathroom and continues to search until she found the closet. She was pleased to find her clothes and things had all been placed inside. She changed into an emerald green dress, that reached just above her knees, a pair of nude pumps. For jewelery she chose diamond studs and a green ring that was her mother's. ([url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=49490409]Like so[/url)

Juliet then exited her room and knocked on the door of her brother. "Leo, I need your opinion on something."


Damian Halloway~ Demon Prince

Damian looked at his sister and smirked. "It's awful, get's stuck in your shoes for an eternity." He agreed. It made him rather annoyed that they had made sure to make it pleasant for those who enjoyed the sun and didn't seem to have thought about those who found it dreadful. He walked quickly, his pace matching that of his sister. They had always been close and had some what of the mythical twin telepathy. He knew that she also wanted to get out of the sun and off of the sand. They soon achieved just that. Damian exhaled a slight sigh of releif as they crossed into the shade under the covered area before the door. “Shall we?”

He pushed open the door to their new home away from home and looked around. He spotted a list hanging on the wall. He went over and glanced over it. He found his name and that of his sister quickly. “It's seems as though we're on the first floor up.” He told the blonde. “I believe we should go explore.” He said heading up the spiral staircase. Once he reached the top he scanne the hallway, their rooms were easy to find as they were the first of the numbered bedrooms on the floor. Before opening his door he turned to his sister. “Well here's to hoping for something decent.” He pushed open the door and looked around his new bedroom. He was pleasently surprised. The room was nice, half white but with dark tones spread throughout it. It was modern and warm yet dark and welcoming to him. He was quite impressed with the room. He kicked off his shoes and grabbed a new pair form the closet. He'd have to clean the sand out before wearing them again.

He exited his room and went over to that of his sister. He didn't bother knocking and just let himself in. “So Sky, how's your room?” He asked while pushing the door open. “Hmm, not bad.” He commented sitting on the arm of a plush looking chair near the door.
“Are you ready to go explore the rest of this place?”

Leo Reyes

"The second floor?" Leo repeated, giving nod, before following his sister up the staircase. She walked regally, her hand balancing softly on the hand rail, keeping all of her elegance. The blonde elf copied her way of walking, hand on the rail, walking slowly and gracefully. Elves had a way about they that made them always seem elegant, always beautiful, and always regal - now that they were here, they were going to work on keeping that elegance even more. His eyes darted around his surroundings as he walked, taking in all of the new images, scents and sounds. Elves also have a fantastic memory, so by glancing over at everything once, he would never have to look at a map of the house again - he knew where everything was.

Soon, they were on the second floor of the house, and they walked towards their rooms, numbers passing by them. As they walked, the twins passed a music room, the large piano by the window instantly catching Leo's eye. Music was one of the Elven Prince's favourite pastimes, if you didn't include archery, and the piano was his favourite instrument. Leo knew exactly where he was going to be heading when they weren't sorting out a peace treaty, or spending time with one another. Soon, they were past the room, the stunning piano away from his eyes and he headed into his bedroom, after making sure that his sister had comfortably gotten into hers.

His room was stunning; a large four poster bed that looked extremely comfortable was situated against the wall, a huge chair by the window where he could sit and study in solitude, and it all had a sense of gracefulness again, with it's white and cream decor. They had done well, with the rooms - he bet that all of the rooms reflected something about the race in which they would be holding - something natural for the faeries and nymphs, something water-related for the mermaids and dark and dreariness for the vampires and demons. All of his clothes were already hanging up, and soon, he had changed out of his traditional Elven traveling clothes into something slightly more regal - a pair of black trousers and a white shirt, with the crisp sleeves rolled up to just above his elbow. He slipped a pair of black shoes onto his feet, and was just about to finish wrapping a dark green skinny tie around his neck when his sister called him. Leo walked over to the door and opened it for her.

"What do you need my opinion for, dear sister?" He inquired, inviting her into his room.

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Emmy Quirin

Emmy laughed at her brother's mocking of the house. It was more regal and beautiful than anything she had seen before in her life, and poked her tongue out at him. "Oh come on, you'll grow to love it." She grinned. A pang of sadness hit her, as she realized that when everything was sorted here, they would have to go back to their poor sector of the country, and go back to the slaves that they were. Maybe she'd have to elongate their stay a little. Somehow. Soon, her mind was back on Delroy again as he came up with an ingenious idea. She listened intently to his plan of acting as another race, not having to be the slaves for once in their lives, and she couldn't stop the large grin from taking over her face. She was just about to answer him when he challenged her to a race, and he bounded off up the stairs.

Emmaline had never been as fast as her brother, and with the head start that he had gathered, she had no way of beating him to their rooms. However, she gave a good effort, darting in and out of the obstacles and people that had gotten in her way, and she met up with her brother on the first floor. She paused for a moment, bending down and resting her palms on her knees, trying to somehow catch her breath, before pushing the door of her new bedroom open. The room was nothing like her's back home - the deep brown and blue fabrics, the wood on the dresser, the softness of the carpet - Emmy had to stop herself from screaming in excitement.

Del's voice hit her ears, and she momentarily popped her head out of the bedroom door, running quickly into his to check it out. It had the same colour scheme as her own room, and soon she was pulling him into her room by his hand, letting him check out the similarities.

"Del, I think we're going to like it here."

Juliet Reyes~ Elven Princess

The door to her brother's room swung open. She smiled softly at seeing Leo, it always gave her some little amount of amusement when their clothing accidentally matched one another's. It didn't really surprise her anymore though, her brother had an impeccable ability to read her and green was her favourite colour.
"What do you need my opinion for, dear sister?" Leonardo asked her, inviting her into his room. She walked in and looked around the room. His room was similar to her own in the center of a wall sat a large four post bed that was a similar cream colour like the bed in her room.

"I was going to ask your opinion on my dress, but since we match so nicely I couldn't possibly change now." Juliet was worried about being both over dressed and under dressed. She had no idea what to expect and only knew that as the highest ranking race they had a certain standard to live up to. She moved herself over to a mirror, she looked at herself in the reflective surface. She ran a hand through her hair, fixing some of the hairs that had gone astray. She wasn't really concerned about getting downstairs to meet the others. After all, they were the highest ranking race and that gave them some leniency when it came to showing up on time. It was somewhat customary to be one of the last ones to a meeting and start the meeting with their arrival.

She turned to her brother. "Shall we go downstairs now Leo, meet our new housemates and perhaps explore a little bit more? Or should we explore a bit more and then meet them once everyone's settled in?"


Damian Halloway~ Demon Prince

Damian chuckled at his sister's taunting of him. "I can't make any promises." He told her. He wasn't fond of merfolk, mainly due to the whole water thing. This being said, he wasn't very fond of anyone. It was something that made him somewhat reluctant to go meet the others, he had no interest of becoming friends with anyone. He simply wanted to make it out of this place without enraging his parents. He had, however, no intention of behaving, his goal was to just not kill anyone and to make sure they got out of this place fairly quickly. After Skyla removed her hand from his hair he reached his own hand up to fix his brown mop of hair. Fix being used loosely. He mainly just messed it up in a slightly different direction, it was an odd action seeing as it was just as messed up before his sister had ruffled her hand in it.

At his twin's accusation of him losing their little war he chuckled. "It's quite cute that you think you're winning." He told the blonde. "But I'm afraid I must tell you that I am clearly in the lead." The demon's common smirk returned to his face. He enjoyed their little game, in all honesty he had no clue which one of them was winning, unlike his sister he wasn't really counting. He tried to for a while but he always seemed to have forgotten the score by the time of their next little spat. He found that the real fun was the actually debate itself, which then led to more debates over who was winning.

"If your going to change, hurry up and go do it. I want to go tour our new home away from home and meet our new friends." Damian ordered, changing the subject from their little game. He didn't like staying in one place for very long and he was beginning to get bored. "I think we could both use some form of amusement. And besides they could be fun." He knew his sister would know he didn't mean the people themselves, but rather screwing with them would be fun. He always found tormenting others to be fun and he and his sister always made such a good team.

Leo Reyes

Leo went back to fixing his tie when Juliet entered the room, taking a brief moment to pause at the mirror, before moving out of the way for her. He listened to her inquiry about her outfit, and again couldn't stop the small smile gracing his lips. "We match perfectly." He smiled. It was strange, that they had both chosen to wear similar colours, the green of his tie matching the green of his twin's dress. He turned to his sister, who was now gazing at herself in the floor length mirror, situated on the inside door of his wardrobe. "You look beautiful, Jules." He spoke softly, reading the expression on his sister's reflection. She looked slightly worried, and she kept on looking down at her outfit. Anyone who didn't have an Elvish sense of intuition would understand what was going through her head. "You're not over-dressed, Juliet," He said, trying to make her feel more confident, "nor are you under dressed. You'd make our parents proud, if they saw you right now." He told her, letting that smile that only showed itself for her briefly flash across his lips.

Soon, he was walking towards the door of his bedroom, and he opened it for her, as a gentleman always should. "I think we should make our way downstairs and introduce ourselves to our fellow prisoners." He jested, the joke or smile however not reaching his eyes. Leo did feel like a prisoner in this House, but he would never show his true feelings about their situation to anyone other than his twin sister. "As soon as we've completed that, we can begin to explore our new housing." His hand gestured her out of the door, his ears already picking up an array of voices from downstairs.

"We can be fashionably late."

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Emmy Quirin

Emmy squealed as her older brother picked her up, and practically flung her across the room, and landed on her bed. She was laughing as he spoke, and she looked down at the now messy bed. "Oh well." She choked out through her giggles. Okay, the two of them were going to have fun here, that was for sure. She had initially hated the idea of coming to this god-forsaken island and spending what was probably going to be weeks, months or maybe even years in this house, but now, she was beginning to see the upside to this situation. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of tears and deviousness, as Delroy continued on, plotting his scheme. Maybe it wasn't a smart idea to mess around with the other people in the house this quickly, but it would make them think twice before trying to mess around with the Genies, wouldn't it? But what if it backfired and it made the other races even more disgusted by their race? Emmy shook her head, trying to get ride of these thoughts - there were going to be no ramifications for their little prank. It was going to bring their status up in the world - yes, it was.

"Werewolves are a good idea, yes," she began, thinking through her brother's logic, "but they're only a few ranks above us. What is we play Vampires? They can retract their fangs and hide them, right?" She smiled, thinking about acting as someone that high up in the social hierarchy - it would be so much fun. "Del, please please please can we pretend to be Vampires?" She pleaded with him, as he laid down on the bed next to her.

However, her pleading stopped when she saw her brother go off into a reverie, his eyes tracing the patterns on the ceiling, and his hand aimlessly playing with the gold band around his wrist. Her own hand came up to gently touch the antique pearl ring, situated on her middle finger. She played with it for a moment, her mind on the same track as her brother. At any given moment, that piece of jewelry could be stolen from her, and she could become a slave to one of the other people in the house. A shudder ran through her body at this though, of being enslaved by someone. She had been fortunate enough to never have been enslaved before, but that could change at any moment. A sigh emitted from her lips, before she pushed herself up, so that she was leaning on her elbow, looking back at Delroy.

"So, Mr Genie. Shall we adopt our new persona?" She grinned, the playfulness seeping back into her voice almost instantly.

"Thanks." Juliet told her brother in a soft voice, he always seemed to know just what she was thinking, or in this case worried about. She knew that some of the others would probably stay in what they traveled in, but that simply wasn't the elvish, let alone the Reyes way.
" You'd make our parents proud, if they saw you right now."
Juliet looked down for a brief moment then smiled at her brother, or the version of him that she saw standing behind her own reflection in the mirror. Normally his reassurance would have made her feel much better than it did. For some reason her parents being proud of her didn't please her today as much as usual. She figured it was just her nerves about meeting the others and the whole idea of this house that was affecting her ability to be her usual self. Juliet may have lived for some twenty years, she might as well have been fifteen. Until arriving here, she had never been on her own, not truly anyway, and she was nervous. Back home even when she might have been alone she sill always had people around,to prepare her meals, notify her of anything she had to do that day and help her with anything she needed help with. Before they left she took one final look at herself in the mirror, she then turned and gently smoothed the silky material of her brothers tie. She offered him a smile, "You look good too, Leo. You remind me of Dad." She meant not only in appearance but also in behaviour, she saw more and more of their father in her Leo everyday.

She followed him towards the door of his room. She couldn't help but smile, a small laugh breaking through her lips at his joke. It made her feel better to know that her brother wasn't enjoying their situation either. She had felt rather forced into it and she also saw them as being prisoners. Prisoners in a wonderful mansion, but prisoners none the less. She nodded at his gesture and strode past him, into the hallway. Once her brother had exited the room she began walking in the direction of the stairs. It was one of the beauties of being an elf, she never had to worry about getting lost. Her memory always served her perfectly, and allowed her to find her way around places even after only being there once before. She headed down the stairs in a similar manor to that in which she had walked up them. Her ears picked up the vast array of voices becoming louder as they grew closer to the ground floor. She retained a straight face, never show your true emotions, always keep a diplomatic presence. She waited for her brother at the bottom of the spiraling staircase. She figured she'd let Leo start up the introductions, he was always better with the formalities.

Leo Reyes

Leo could see by the expression on his sister's face that she was worried about something. Or nervous. It was rare that he saw her like this, but he could understand why at this moment in time, she might be feeling slightly anxious. They had never interacted with any other species other than Elves -they had been kept in the safety of the Elvish realm for their entire lives, and they had believed that to be a good thing. However, now, it seemed as if it was backfiring on them. The other races had to have met before, as most of them were free spirits, compared to the two members of the Elven royalty. He gave his sister a quick, reassuring smile as she stood there, giving herself the once over in the mirror. Then, she had turned around to face him, and was straightening out his tie - she knew how irritated he got by the smallest little details being out of place - his parents had even joked in the past that he might have some symptoms of OCD. However, everyone knew that Elves didn't get any human diseases, and this was probably impossible, but it was still an eyeopener for him.

His mouth twitched slightly at the though of reminding Jules like their father. His father was his role model, for all sense and purposes. He was supposed to be, in theory, because he was their King, but he was such a kind and caring man that how anyone could hate him was beyond the young Elven prince's mind. "Like Dad, eh? I'm not going grey, am I?" He joked with her, his mouth however void of a smile as he did so. Soon, he was following his sister down the hallway towards the stairs, and descended them the same way that he had ascended - with a regal sense that could only have come from the Elves. He had to walk around another two people standing on the stairs, with their heads held high, the male staring cruel down at the rest of them, greeting them. However, the walked around with a false pretense, he could already sense that. They had a faint scent of dust, as bad as that sounded, which probably meant they came from one of the lower down races, like werewolves or genies. So why were they acting... oh they were Genies. Understandable then. He didn't say anything about their falseness as he passed them, and walked down to stand next to his twin.

"Hello," He repeated, giving a curt nod of his head to those that were there, hoping that the genie had stopped talking, and he wasn't interrupting, "My name is Leonardo Reyes, more commonly known as Leo, and this is my dear sister, Juliet. We are here to represent the Elven community. Who might you be, if you do not mind me asking?"

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Emmy Quirin

Emmy was too busy laughing at her brother's failed vampire glare to notice the stroppy red-head walking past in much detail, she just saw a flick of red passing past the door. Her mind however was more focused on the scheme that they had come up with, and that they were going to be settling into their roles very soon. She shrugged back to her brother when he looked at her in confusion for a moment, and she had the same little epiphany that he did - the red head and the boy that had followed her definitely weren't the right people to be showing their facade to right now, so she went back to ignoring them again, and focusing instead on becoming a vampire. They had never pulled a prank as drastic as this before, so she was going to have to put all of her emotions into it. "Right, let's do it." She grinned mischievously to her brother as he stood at the door, gesturing for her to get up and leave with him.

She noticed the same two people that her brother did as she descended the stairs, and stood behind him. She looked at him for a moment, her expression one of disgust. She hated people that were really that chirpy; but she could see it in the girl's eyes that she was one of those really happy people. Lovely. she was going to be so fun to be around. As quickly as Del had done, Emmy's eyes turned to stone, and her mouth closed, holding in that trademark smile that was usually on her face, and replacing it with a hard smirk, her lips pressed together tightly. This was going to be so much fun. She was a fantastic liar, it came with her genetics, but putting it into action with people that she had never been around before? Oh god yes. Only for a moment were they the highest ranking species in the room, until the Elves descended. For a moment a surge of panic ran through her - their plan was going to be destroyed already. She saw the male elf look at her in confusion, before he continued on and introduced himself. Phew, they had gotten through that one!

"Hello." She spoke after her brother, nodding regally in the direction of those beneath her.

Delroy Figaro....Beaumont??? - Genie...Vampire?? Prince

Del watched in hidden amusement as Em's face hardened and a haughty and proud look dominated her usually cheeky and fun-loving smile. He glanced back down at the growing number of people. Two new twins came in introducing themselves as were-wolves in a rather childish manner. If Del hadn't been pretending to be a stuck-up vampire he probably would have joined in the joking, as it was her retained a cold stare and allowed a mocking smile to change his features.
That was when the elves appeared. Damn! They always had to appear when they weren't wanted, stuck up creatures. It would have been nice to be top of the ladder for a while. Ah well, second certainly beat last...that was when the elf prince gave himself and Em a hard look. Del kept his mask of pretence arrogance in place perfectly, but inwardly he cowered. Surely they wouldn't ruin their fun so early? He hadn't even started yet! Evidently the elf knew something was amiss, but he didn't question it further, continuing down the staircase to who was obviously his sister.
Del inwardly let out a sigh of relief, before being distracted by a very ditsy comment by the mermaid princess. Ugh! How dumb could you get? Nymphs and faeries??? Ew. Was he and his sister really that bad at acting? Then again she'd already proved herself ditsy earlier, so it was more likely her. Besides it would be rather fun to rebuke her.
He let out a sniff of disapproval at the mermaids comment, putting on an affended look.
"Do we look like fairies and elves to you?" he said in an affected show of hurt pride. "I am the Vampire Prince, Delroy Figaro-"
He was about to finish his name, when he realised they would probably know the genie last name. It was lucky he was good at lieing.
"Beaumont" He finished smoothly "And my sister, Emmaline Mercy Beaumont"
That was when the elves introduced themselves. Secretly this annoyed Del. He'd just done such a good performance, and here the elves were taking away the lime light. Outwardly he regally turned his head to observe them in obvious scrutiny as the male introduced themselves.

In a pretence of being slightly bored, Del glanced around the room. Perhaps he was pushing his luck by being borderline rude, but he couldn't help but playing the role for all it was worth.

Lissa's face lit up at Pan giving her 'permission' to stay with him. Her smile only widened at him deducting that she would be able to sleep in his bed without any problems. She loved her bother more than anything, especially in this instant. She knew he was sacrificing privacy for her, which was why she'd asked him instead of just assuming, even if she was aware he'd do pretty much everything for her. She felt a little bit like she was using him, but she couldn't stop. If she did let go, she thought she might break. She was only able to be herself because of having him as a safety-net, and nothing else. She hoped she'd be able to let go a little at some point, because she knew Pan needed solitude sometimes. She didn't understand that he did, as she was completely opposite, but she did accept it. Pan had often just... disappeared for periods of time back home, and she'd always known he did it to be alone; think, wonder, plot. It was, after all, what Pan did best.

Then her brother turned to look directly at her once more and spoke. His words made her laugh softly, shaking her head at him. "Always so negative, Panny." She said playfully, "you might not like to be here; I don't really either, but you can't say it's a dump. That would be lying, and mother always said not to lie." She added the lying bit with fake innocence, bashing her eyelashes at him before laughing. Their mother had tried to lecture Pan about not lying in like... forever. She'd never succeeded; probably because Pan just sort of... ignored her, like he always did when she bothered to chastise him. "But, that was it for now," she finished, smiling up at him before pulling at his green jacket to make it sit perfectly on his figure. "You look just dashing," she noted, meaning it; the look worked for Pan, and green was totally his colour, which she'd often told him. "C'mon then, let's go hunt down some people," she added, taking his hand before she opened the door and brought him along.

As the fairy twins made their way through the house, Lissa detected chatter by the entrance hall. Her lips curving into a happy smile, she sped up, dragging her brother along. "I think there are a lot of them down there now, Panny!" She couldn't help a bit of excitement. She'd already decided she'd have everyone sign that treaty ASAP, so getting to know people was the first step to achieving her goal. The second they entered, stepping into the room for everyone to see, she waved with her free. "Hi there," she said, suddenly slightly nervous at the amount of people in the room. She cleared a throat, smile slightly less excited. "I'm Venus Melissa... or Lissa, or Mel. Really, I have a lot of names," she stated, almost kicking herself for her less than smooth way of handling things. Damned nervousness getting the best of her. She took a little step closer to Pan, searching strength in his presence before she felt able to continue, "My brother, Pan," she said, gesturing towards him, "and I are representing the Faeries."

She smiled, her anxiety so very obvious on her face. She looked around the room, her eyes darting slightly in fear as she caught sight of a couple looking less than nice. By their posture they couldn't possible be anything good. However, when she saw a couple with pointy ears, her mood turned slightly less dark, brightening. Elves! She'd always wanted to meet elves, and now they were standing right there. She also saw the mermaid twins, so she sent them a smile of recognition, even if this feeling was one-sided.

Pan smirked as his sister told him not to lie. But he wasn't lying. This place was a dump. It may be an expensive dump. It may be a beautiful dump. It may be a massive and comfortable dump. But it was a dump nonetheless. It was a place Pan has no desire to be in. A place that stinks with the stench of the other races. And if it isn't a dump now, it will be before long after the various races meet and nothing short of war breaks out among them. By then, the place will be more then a dump. It'll be a nuclear wasteland.

Shortly, Pan felt himself being dragged out of his room and down the hall back into the main entry. He started to wander if this was going to be his main mode of transport throughout the house. In the room, he spotted many people of various races. The mermaids he recognized immediately, but had no desire to even make eye contact with either of them. He also recognized the elves by their pointed ears. He hated them immediately. There were four others that he couldn't recognize. Two seemed to be acting pompously. He had the feeling that it was an 'act' they were putting on. Being a natural liar himself, and a good one, he could spot the signs of insincerity. What exactly they were trying to pull, he couldn't tell. Perhaps they were simply trying to put on a brave front while being completely terrified on the inside. Something he felt his sister may be doing this very moment. The other two appeared to be slightly more sociable. He couldn't get a proper read off of them just yet. He needed a bit more time.

As his sister took care of their introductions, he gave a polite, but completely disinterested wave towards them. He made no attempt to smile. He wanted them to realize how much he hated being here, and how much he despised them all. He didn't want to give any of them the wrong idea that he was here to make friends, though he felt that message was going to be lost on at least one of them.