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Daniel Brennan

"Screws fall out all the time. The world is an imperfect place."

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a character in “The Gift of Innocence”, originally authored by ibecameinsane, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Do you mind if I name my first child after you? Dipshit Brennan has a nice ring to it."





General Knowledge





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Full Name:
Daniel Issac Brennan

Nickname:
Dan, Danny
"You know, the basics"

Gender:
Male

Age:
Twenty-Three

Ethnicity/Race:
Jewish American
"My family got around"

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Room #:
#276

Prior Occupation:
Working at a Music Store, staking CDs
"I also worked as a bartender, briefly"

Current Occupation:
Fertility Specialist





Things You Want To Know





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Hair Color:
Dark chocolate brown with natural chestnut highlights

Eye Color:
His eyes appear to be the color of dark mahogany in artificial light, in the sun's natural rays the gilded speckles shroud his dark topaz hues in a ethereal, amber glow.

Height:
6'0

Weight:
151 lbs

Tattoos:
He doesn't have any, but if you asked him he'd say that he has one of Daffy Duck pushing a lawn mower through his pubes.

Character Color:
#F63817

Description: He's not what you call ruggedly good-looking, or even dastardly sexy. He's an average looking guy but his smile and his sense of humor can really light up the room. He is very consistent in his wardrobe, usually choosing to lounge about in distressed denim jeans and novelty tees. His haircut too rarely changes. Often you'll find it styled to where it's tapered in the back and on the sides and tousled on top. His favorite accessory is the cocky smirk adorning his features.




For Better Or For Worse




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Personality:
{Quirky, Childish, Ostentatious, Abrasive, Tenacious}

Daniel has been described as many things in the span of his lifetime, some too profane to announce. One would typically classify him as an arrogant narcissist. Extroverted thinking is usually displayed by the need to talk things through out loud in order to organize rational thought. Dan is a mathematician, so logical problems are his forte. He needs someone to bounce ideas off of and talk to while he works. He is quick-witted, being able think and talk at the same time, which leads to his off-the-cuff remarks. This is certainly his dominant function, since he is most comfortable problem-solving and socializing. It is no secret that Dan is a thrill seeker and someone with a sense of style. He is very outward in his physical experiences. He insists on "really needing a cheeseburger", and blaring music for everyone to hear. Additionally, he displays outward style for attention and self-expression. Experiential living certainly isn't his most practiced or comfortable functions (using it mostly to put on a big mask for a crowd or make an impression), but there is no way that Dan can sit quietly and appreciate AC/DC through his headphones. Suffice to say, Dan has a hard time verbalizing his emotions. When he doesn't try to brush something off as a joke, he attempts to diffuse the depth he feels something at. Dan is poorly practiced in making his feelings known, or even really how to handle strong emotions.


Hobbies:


Well he doesn't spend his time stamp collecting or making ships in a bottle, but if you look in his apartment you'll see a plethora of movies of all different genres. His walls are lined with DVDs and VCR tapes of different classic and box office hits. He also makes it his job to know every album that's come out from the 80's to the 90's. He'll indulge in some music making one and a while, knowing how to play both the piano and the guitar. Daniel will often blare his music out loud and sing obnoxiously, though he actually has a fairly decent singing voice. He's also very involved in such fandoms as: Supernatural, Sherlock BBC, Doctor Who, and Firefly.


Habits:


When consumed by awkward silences he will whistle show tunes, if only to fill the void with someone begging him to stop. He gesticulates when he talks, and dances when he listens to music no matter what. When he is caught in an intense focus his tongue will creep out over his bottom lip, and he doesn't even realize he's doing it. He scratches the back of his neck when he's at an impasse or caught up in an undesired situation.


Oddities:


He's allergic to cinnamon
|| "And bullshit. I'm very allergic to bullshit. It's quite serious." ||


Likes || Dislikes


He is completely enamored by the music and cinematography of the eighties and nineties. He loves making people laugh and being your shoulder to cry on. He doesn't mind being the center of attention, so long as it's not about the sadness of his past. He doesn't like it when anyone mentions his daughter or what happened to his fiance. He loathes it when parents mistreat their children, especially after he'd lost the chance to become a father. It affects him when his friends and loved ones are sad or hurting and he despises that feeling. And he hates clowns. Don't ask why.





Stuff You Shouldn't know...





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Strengths and Weaknesses


Skills/Talents:

  • He can cook respectively, but he can bake with the best of them.
    || "It's not gay! It's just something I'm good at." ||
  • He plays two instruments
  • He's a very logical and talented mathematician
  • He's bilingual: French and English
    || "I took French all through high school and college" ||


Character Flaws/Weaknesses:

  • Knowing when to shut up
  • Talking about his wife and daughter
  • He can come off as obnoxious
  • His heedlessness


Secrets:

Daniel is self-conscious about his 'Jew hair', as he calls it, which is why he often wears a hat. He generally keeps his failed marriage and the death of his first child a secret from anyone who didn't know about it previously. He doesn't like bringing it up and will get extremely cross with anyone who brings it up. He won't admit it to his family or old time friends, but he's still in love with his ex-wife—or the woman she was anyway. He also keeps the picture of his daughter's ultrasound on his person at all times, but refuses to let anyone see it, lest it initiate conversation about it.


Fears/Phobias:

He suffers from acute automatonophobia— which is the fear of anything that falsely represents a sentient being. This includes, but is not limited to, ventriloquist dummies, animatronic creatures, and wax statues. He's eremophobic, meaning he's scared of being lonely. You'll rarely see him alone, and if he is there's obviously something very wrong. Daniel fears starting a family again, horrified to think that the past will repeat itself. He wants to be a father, but is afraid that he'll never get that chance again. It frightens him, the idea of losing a loved one, and it will often cripple him if it happens.





Remembering The Past





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Biography


Place Of Origin:

|| New York, New York ||


Birth Date:

|| September 23, 1989 ||


History:

Daniel never met his mother growing up. According to his father, he was the result of angry make up sex and as payback for impregnating her, his mother dropped little baby Daniel off on his doorstep and went off to be a lesbian. Daniel never took that to heart, but it would often result in a tussle when his brother Dick would call him an accident. With no mother figure in his life, it's no wonder why he grew up to be the man he is today. However, he is the most caring and most nurturing of the men in his household. He was the comic relief all throughout his schooling, an impressive feat in retrospect to his grades. He graduated summa cum laude in high school, and gave an inspiring and hilarious graduation speech as Valedictorian. Because of his impressive grades he was sent on a free ride to Harvard where he went to become a mathematician. He met his wife Rebecca there and they fell hard and fast for each other. Of course, he recognized her as the reclusive grunge chick in high school so it hadn't been the first time they ever met. They dated for three years until one day, Rebecca announced that she was pregnant. Daniel responded with exuberance, proposing right there and promising to spend the rest of his life with her. He looked forward to being a father more than anything in the world, even with his doctorate degree fast approaching. Then, after just eighteen weeks, Rebecca had a miscarriage. Daniel was devastated, but not as much as his fiance. She went insane with guilt, blaming herself and calling off the wedding because she irrationally suspected that Daniel would hate her for 'killing' their child. He tried to stop her from leaving but she attacked him, the noise of the aggression so loud that the neighbors on their floor called the cops. When the police came they took her away to a mental institution. With nowhere else to go, he moved in with his brother in a small town in Connecticut he'd never heard of. Daniel spent the next few months drinking away his sorrows, staggering into a darkened alleyway one night. A shadowed figure told him that he could be granted a second chance, and he responded with a resounding "At least take me out to dinner first" before he went unconscious.


Family Tree

Father: Robert "Robby" Alexander Brennan
Estranged Mother: Janet Marie Lawson
Brother: Richard "Dick" James Brennan
Ex-Fiance: Rebecca || Incarcerated
Daughter: Emily || Deceased


Happiest Memory:

The day he found out his wife was pregnant.


Saddest Memory:

The day his daughter died.





Theme Song






Don’t You (Forget About Me) || Simple Minds


Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby

Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on

Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby

Don't You Forget About Me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About Me

Will you stand above me?
Look my way, never love me
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down

Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down

Don't you try to pretend
It's my feeling we'll win in the end
I won't harm you or touch your defenses
Vanity and security

Don't you forget about me
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Going to take you apart
I'll put us back together at heart, baby

Don't You Forget About Me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About Me

As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away

Or will you walk away?
Will you walk on by?
Come on - call my name
Will you all my name?
Your Guardian Angel || The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus


When I see your smile
Tears run down my face
I can't replace
And now that I'm strong
I have figured out
How this world turns cold
and it breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find
deep inside me
I can be the one

I will never let you fall(let you fall)
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all(though it all)
Even if saving you sends me to heaven

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
Seasons are changing
And waves are crashing
And stars are falling all for us
Days grow longer and nights grow shorter
I can show you I'll be the one

I will never let you fall (let you fall)
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)
Even if saving you sends me to heaven

Cuz you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart
Please don't throw that away
Cuz I'm here for you
Please don't walk away and
Please tell me you'll stay, stay

Use me as you will
Pull my strings just for a thrill
And I know I'll be okay
Though my skies are turning gray

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven





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Other/Misc:

Wants to gain:
A family

Anything else:
~He keeps close contact with his father and his brother
~Jasper calls him DIBS, and he's the only one allowed to
|| David Issac Brennan Sucks ||





OOC
Password: Hi I’m ibecameinsane, I’ve been roleplaying for a little over 2-3 years and I prefer a survival roleplay with lots of action and suspense.
How often can you get online? Every day
How often can we expect you to be able to post?: Every day

So begins...

Daniel Brennan's Story

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The apartment was quiet save for the ticking of the alarm clock at his bedside. No light shone through the bay windows as a dark gloom shrouded the bedroom. The black curtains had been drawn shut, shielding the unconscious tenant from the sun's blinding light once dawn reared its ugly head. The comforters were a mess, haphazardly covering the man beneath the covers as he slept in a heavy comatose. All of sudden a noise erupted from the end table at his bedside, blaring the Bee Gees and breaking the luxurious silence. The iPhone vibrated against the mahogany surface, displaying a picture of a man—similar in appearance to the man sleeping in the bed—with his face pressed up against glass as if he were trapped inside the phone. Daniel groaned, rolling onto his back as Stayin’ Alive played at full volume. He reached blindly for his phone, bringing it to his face just as it stopped ringing.

He took the initiative to sit up, hunched over as the phone rested idly in his right hand. Daniel rubbed the back of his aching head, running his fingers through his short, dark chestnut hair. Heaving himself up, he lazily reached up under the fabric of his t-shirt and scratched at his bare abdomen, rubbing it as he yawned. He stumbled through into the living room, still waking up from an intense hangover. The sun assaulted him on his way through, making him squint his eyes in agony as he tried in vain to block the sun’s violent rays with his unoccupied hand.

Daniel hissed at it, turning away from the blinding light to return to the bedroom he’d woken up in. “Why does the light have to be so loud?” He grumbled to himself as he slumped back onto the bed, his phone still clenched in his hand. Seconds later the phone rang a second time, but now Daniel was ready for it. He slid the pad of his thumb over the touch screen, glancing up to see the contact name ‘Dick’ above the same picture that’d flashed on the screen just minutes before. As the ringtone ceased with a follow-up click, Daniel brought the phone to his ear. “Hey Dick, where are you?”

Where am I? Bro, where are you?” a man demanded on the receiving end. His deep, resonating voice sent a comforting wave a familiarity through him, despite the confusion that sparked at his question.

What do you mean? I’m in your apartment .” He rolled on his back, phone to his ear.

Danny, quit fucking with me.” Dick retorted, “You didn’t come home last night from your pity party. Now where the hell are you?”

Daniel’s eyes widened a bit, getting up much quicker this time around. He tore open the curtain, groaning as the light blinded him. Once his eyes adjusted he scanned the surrounding landscape, not recognizing it in the least. He turned on his heels, the noon day sun lighting up the bedroom—a bedroom he barely recognized. “Hey Dick?”

Yeah?”

I woke up somewhere weird.”

Dick groaned in exasperation, “Again?”

Shut up!” Daniel snapped, “You know, you’d think being an older brother, you’d be more concerned for my wellbeing.”

You were the dumbass that left the house plastered and without a ride.” Daniel rolled his eyes at Dick’s response, looking around idly for clues as to how he got there whilst his sibling rambled on the other end of the phone.”You’re lucky you didn’t wake up in a bath tub of ice without your kidneys. What’s the place look like, anyway? Oh! Is there a basement? You should check for a hole, bro. It puts the lotion on its skin.”

Daniel rolled his eyes, his attention honed in on the contents of the bedroom and its general layout. He was brought aback as it looked all the more familiar the longer he observed. He walks out into the living room, seeing the kitchen but there was nothing reminiscent to this layout. It looked like any average condominium, except the bedroom. That bedroom looked just like-….

Daniel’s eyes widened almost comically as he rushed back into the bedroom, taking it in in its entirety. His mouth went dry and his heart rate started to quicken. He was only brought out of his reverie when his brother called out for him. “Dick, all my stuff is here.”

He could almost see the expression on his brother’s face at that moment. “That’s bullshit.” Dick replied incredulously, “Your stuff hasn’t left my apartment. It’s all still here.”

Daniel walked over to the pillow and reached inside of the pillow case, reading the tag that had ‘Dan’s’ scrawled on it in black sharpie. He gulped, “Just do me a favor and go check. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Dick groaned as he hoisted himself up, probably off the couch. “Alright man, but I’m telling you it’s all in there.” There was a pause as Daniel listened intensely to his brother’s footsteps on the other end of the line. At the sound of the door creaking, Daniel’s breath hitched in anticipation. The silence from his brother wasn’t reassuring. “Holy fuck, dude. The room is completely empty. What the-...” Daniel slumped down onto the mattress once more, tugging on his hair brutally. “What the hell is going on Daniel? Where are you?” It was almost endearing to hear his brother’s voice laced with so much concern. He would’ve brought it up but right now he was freaking out. He slouched forward with a shaky breath, only to hear a soft crinkling in his front pants pocket. “Daniel?” But Daniel didn’t respond, he only reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded up piece of some kind of parchment like paper with his name on it. He opened it, reading it over at a brisk pace, his eyes scanning over the calligraphy. “Daniel!”

Dick, I’m going to need you to meet me somewhere, okay?” He responded, standing and heading out the door, grabbing up his keys from the end table—failing to notice the newest addition added to its bundle.

What the fuck, man?” Dick demanded, “Are you going to tell me what’s going on? Do you even know where you are?”

Daniel walked out the door briskly, shutting the door behind him. “No, but I can meet you somewhere.” He didn’t know where he was or if he could even call a cab. He jogged out of the building and looked around, continuing to run. He panted into the phone as he snapped his head from side to side, trying to catch sight of a familiar place. There were none, and his heart sank as he realized that he could possibly be stuck there.

Need a ride, sir?” Daniel halted at the end of the driveway, at the smiling old man in front of the blacked out Toyota. “I can take you anywhere you need to go.”

Daniel nodded slowly, raising a hand to signal he needed a minute. “I’ve got a ride. I’ll at meet you at our usual place. Alright? I should be there in half an hour.”

Fine,” Dick stated, “but if you’re not there in the next hour, I’m going to come looking for you..”

Daniel brought the phone away from his ear as Dick hung up, his line of sight slowly rising to the old man. He was holding open the door for him now, that same friendly smile plastered on his face. “After you.” he said. Daniel bowed his head a little as thanks and the old man nodded, shutting the door behind him. Daniel watched warily as he made his way around, sitting behind the driver’s seat. The awkward silence filled the car until the old man beamed at him through the rearview mirror. “Where to, Mister Brennan?”

Casey’s-…” He responded, “on First Street.”

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“......No...No...NO!”

Novia lurched forward, screaming out in her sleep. She stopped shortly and held a curled pair of hands against her chest as she panted. Cool air blew against her face and she glanced around. She was lying in a hammock bed surrounded by soft pillows. She shook her head, dismissing the previous events as simply a dream before lying back down and curling against a full body pillow. A faint smile curved on her lips as she prepared to rest. Her eyes snapped open not even two seconds later as she realized that this wasn't her apartment. The last thing she remembered was being knocked out cold by that man from the alley - He was talking something about...a better life. What the hell did he know about her?! Was this a government program for illegals? What was going on?? She shoved her fists into her pockets, quickly withdrawing a crumpled letter. She opened it and scanned it quickly, her left eye twitching as she did. So they just...kidnapped people?

She was at least glad to have been lain in a bed and left in her own clothes. She didn't feel as though she were raped, so that was a good thing. She glanced around and noticed that the room was decorated with her things as well as some other things...stuff she didn't pack. Scratching her palms nervously, she slipped off of the bed and made her way out only to find a beautiful modern living room and kitchen. She adored the decor design that was chosen. There were books everywhere, beautiful paintings, guitars, a piano...It was her perfect apartment. She walked over to the fridge and opened it along with every cabinet in the kitchen area to find it was very well stocked. There was even cat and dog food - She glanced over to see her dear pets slumbering on the couch. She found herself overwhelmed, squeezing her eyes shut. It was like she was in a dream. A scary yet perfect dream.

This was a situation that she was highly uncomfortable with. For once, she was actually pretty frightened. Soon that fear turned to a deeper state of confusion and that soon morphed into anger. She moved back to the bed and snatched up her DC hat, stuffing her hair into it before pulling it firmly over her head and tilting it down some to slightly hide her emerald eyes. Popping her hood over her head, she grabbed the key from the hook by the door, assuming it was the key to her apartment. Attached to the key ring was also her car key. Exhaling slowly, she slipped out into the hall, taking notice of the many people flocking to a red head, all of them looking equally lost and confused. Avoiding them, she went the other way, keeping her head down. She was a bit pissed that her knife and gun weren't on her person as they previously had been before she was abducted. She was on her way down a flight of stairs, avoiding eye contact as she quickly made her way outside of the building, inhaling deeply the moment her foot stepped past the doors.

She looked around in the glaring light of day, unable to recognize anything. She didn't know what city she was in, much less what state. She was uncomfortable and scared and lost. She had never been in such a situation and her mind was on overload. Biting the inside of her cheek, she found she couldn't even focus enough to survey her surroundings. She noticed that her car was nowhere to be seen, though. But her car was in need of an oil change and a new tire - that's how she got in that alley. Maybe they fixed it...She didn't know what to think. Her bottom lip quivered as she flopped to the ground and pulled her knees to her chest. And then she cried. She had lost control of her situation and now she was somewhere...she didn't know. If these people knew her enough to identify her favorite colors, her preferred home design, know where she lived, and identify her reading obsession...They must know her illegal status. She was fucked. She was vulnerable and exposed and she didn't know what to do. For once, she felt like she couldn't get out.

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As always, Nick groaned annoyed by his alarm going off with his ringtone of a mash up of Relient K’s hits. He first looked at the time on his cell phone showing a bright 9 o’clock and nearly pressed the ignore button, but then his eyes peered down at the Caller ID and saw that it was the Benefactor. Knowing he better not mess with his boss, Nick cleared his throat and answered the call. It seemed the Benefactor had figured it was time for the new recruits to get ready and he wanted him to meet with the females.

“Sure thing, sir!” Nick replied. He was always ready to meet the ladies. It was his favorite part of his job. The Benefactor knew that he was better suited for sweet talking them and so his assignment was set in stone. The Benefactor added that he had to apologize for the lack of an elevator and Nick had carelessly agreed before hanging up.

”Crud…Now I’m going to be mentioning that dang lack of an elevator business. I better find some way to smooth talk over that,” Nick thought.

Nick looked at himself dressed in some Nike blue short pants and a white tee shirt. ”Hmm I don’t think the ladies will like this…” Nick thought. He looked into his chestnut brown cabinet to see what kind of clothes he’s going to wear today. Taking out a white dress shirt, a black suit and its matching pants, Nick decided he was going to go formal today and be the gentleman. After changing his clothes and combing his hair just right for the role, he realized he forgot one more thing and took out his pair of shades from his night stand and put them inside his pocket.

He was about to shout and say, ”Hellooo ladiesss!!!” when he saw the boys coming out of their doors and realized, “Oh yeah… I’m in the guys section right now.” At first Nick was annoyed by the fact that he had to travel in a “U” shape to get to the girls but then he figured, “Oh well I might as well meet the guys as well.”

“Hello?” A guy in dark blue jeans and dark blue button shirt asked loudly as Nick opened the door. Nick went towards the guy and said, “Hey there man, I’m Nicholas Truman but you can call me Nick. I’m sorry, I really want to make introductions but you gotta get to Scar and I gotta get to the girls so we can meet the Benefactor. I’m heading that way and you can follow me or not but I gotta jet. See you soon!” Nick tried to walk but his feet were firmly planted on the floor. He then realized he forgot to say, "Oh yeah and um I'm sorry we don't have an elevator." Finding his feet can move continued his walk and saw two guy pass him without paying any attention, focusing on the staircase at the end of the hall near his room. He was about to call after him when he heard the sound of footsteps growing fainter and moving downwards in a fast motion. “I better tell Scar before the run off…” Nick thought.

Walking even further into the hallway, Nick saw another man leaning against the wall in front of his room who seems to be waiting for some kind of direction from someone. Nick wondered how Scarlet never got to the guys seeing as she’s usually the “early to rise” type of girl. He decided to end the guy’s misery and help him for awhile saying, “Hey there, I’m Nicholas Truman, but you can call me Nick! It seems you’re confused and not sure what to do. I have to go get the girls but you can follow me and I’ll lead you to Scarlet. She’s the one you’re supposed to be meeting. Oh and sorry about there being no elevator!” Nick regrettably left without checking to see if any of the guys were even following him. He had to make sure that he got to the girls for he didn’t want to make the Benefactor wait.

When Nick finally reached the girl’s section he was greeted by Scarlet who told him, “took you long enough.”

“Hey sorry Scar, I had to help a couple of your guys. They looked so confused. Hopefully they followed me…”Nick trailed off. He was about to greet the girls when he caught a glimpse of a short black haired girl running in the opposite direction down the stairs.

”Crud, I hope she doesn’t think of running away!”Nick thought. He knew he had to follow her to make sure but there was the matter of the other girls who were probably just as confused as she was. Regrettably he told them, “Hey ladies and gentlemen, I’ll be with the ladies in a moment to escort them to the Benefactor and the men will go with our lovely Scarlet. However, it seems that I need to make sure the little fox doesn’t run scot free. I’ll see you all in a bit and sorry but there is no elevator!” Before he moved, on he remembered putting something else in his pocket ahead of time that was meant for one of the girls. He took out the medication and gave it to Grey saying, “By the way, the Benefactor mentioned that there was a girl that would be needing some medication. I told him I would be honored to give this to you.”

Without waiting for any response, Nick ran down the staircase behind Scarlet and the others to follow the girl. When he got downstairs he saw the girl on the ground, knees to her chest and crying. He was about to approach her when another guy blowing his smoke shouted some nonsense about sucking it up. Nick can’t stand it when guys are rude, so he called him out saying, “Hey back off man! Let her cry if she wants to! She’s just confused and probably scared out of her mind. You don’t know what she’s been through. And we don't have an elevator so just be patient!”

Nick then knelt down in front of her and took out his handkerchief handing it over to her. “Hey there, don’t worry we’re not going to hurt you,“Nick said with a reassuring smile. “I’m Nick, what’s your name? Sorry we don't have an elevator...” Nick then laughed silently and nervously thinking "Great...I should've been more careful with agreeing to tell the others about the elevator."

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Scarlet didn't say anything when Gray spoke, instead she kept leaning against the wall with her legs and arms crossed. "It's lovely to meet you, I'm Grey." she said with a smile that was meant to be warming, Scarlet on the other hand kept starring at her sharply, expressionless except from her eyes that said, 'I'm not buying the act... so drop it'. She then asked her about Nick looking for some sort of explanation, almost at towards the end she said something about not being different or special and she had made the mistake to lie . Scarlet shook her head almost showing her disapproval at the remark, almost feeling offended by it. After all Scar took pride in her job and the corporation, "Does it look to you like just anybody that damn pleases can work here?" she asked feeling highly irritated not only at her comment but at her lie, Scarlet was extremely skilled at spotting a liar and this time was no exception. "Don't bullshit a bullshitter" she thought with a smirk.

"Also, I really need to get home, there's something I really need... to do." she said to which Scar simply replied immediately with a bored tone sounding as if she had already said it countless times before, she had said it to other recruits often times so maybe that's why she sounded apathetic, "everything that you need..." she paused for a moment noticing that others had just gotten out of the room, "is in the room you woke up" she finally said eyeing the others, "But I am sure that most of you noticed that by now" she said knowing how Sylvester liked making feel everyone as comfortable as possible and giving them their own perfect little apartment, Scarlet shook her head in disagreement in Sylvester's arduous attempts to please them.

Scarlet stopped herself from giving any explanations waiting for more recruits to join, after all she hated repeating herself and she thought it useless if they were still missing some people, besides, she was to take on the guys and most of the people she could see so far were women and a few guys. Harper introduced herself followed by a shy wave and asking if they had gotten a letter too, which Scarlet completely ignored, soon after, a girl named Hailey joined too to which Makoto responded with a friendly introduction. Scarlet eyed the whole place again, searching for more recruits to join and to finally lead them to Sylvester, and she noticed Zeus waiting outside his room leaning against his door, waiting for her instructions. One by one, Scar was counting to see exactly how many of them were missing and so far everything seemed to be going well, they had more than half girls with Fiona's arrival but they were still lacking many of the guys and she had just noticed one of them leaving the scene walking away in the opposite direction, 'well that's just... perfect' she thought in annoyance.

It wasn't until she heard a male voice ask a bit confused, "Hello?" that Scarlet had finally had enough. "All right... that's it." she paused a bit irritated, "I am not giving any explanations until everyone is here." she said looking at everyone. Scar finally saw nick joining her, she gave him a look saying, 'you're late, again...' but she didn't say anything as he moved to her side, “Hey sorry Scar, I had to help a couple of your guys. They looked so confused. Hopefully they followed me…” he said. Scarlet didn't say anything as he explained the group that guys needed to follow her while the girls were on him, he obviously explained obediently about warning them of the out-of-service-elevator and soon after followed after the girl that had also exited the scene post haste, Scarlet hoped he would also bring the other guy that had left as soon as he walked out his door.

After Nick left quickly running after the girl, she was left alone with the group once again. Annoyed at the whole dramatics, the chatter and growing more and more impatient at everyone that wasn't there she finally unfolded her arms and moved towards the rooms. One by one on the missing guys she knocked on their rooms, loud enough to give anyone a headache, it wasn't until she got the the room #276 that she noticed an open door. She entered the room quickly and as soon as she realized that there was nobody in the room she rolled her eyes, 'there always has to be that one guy doesn't it...' she started wondering. She pulled out her phone texting the idiot that had decided to play smart on her.


"Not on my watch. Don't even think about it... Get. Back. Here. Now."

Scarlet walked out of the door closing it shut quickly making yet another loud noise. She looked around to the ones that were still talking with each other. She wouldn't have said anything if it were up to her but she thought that more would try to leave so at the end she finally decided to speak up, "something came up... stay here, Nick will be back soon and so will I" she said accentuating the stay, almost making it a command for everyone to follow. "You will soon meet Sylvester... " she paused for a moment knowing it would sound awkward on her lips, "I mean... The Benefactor. You may want to get to know each other seeing that you'll be living together from now on" and with further delay she headed down the stairs. She felt her phone vibrate on her black denim jeans,

"I'm on my way. Walter's bringing me. Who is this anyway?"

"I'll meet you by the door"

It didn't take long for Scar to reach the door. She posed against the open door arch with her arms crossed as she had done in the morning. She was already on a bad mood so instead of looking relaxed as she had on the morning she looked a bit tense. It didn't take as long before she saw him walking towards her, "Hello mystery lady. Please tell me you're the one who's been texting me" he said as soon as he was close enough. Scarlet rolled her eyes in annoyance at his remark, "careful there, don't flatter yourself hotshot" she said moving past the door encouraging him to follow her.

As they walked their way on the direction where the others were waiting, "So how'd you get my number?" he asked but Scarlet kept walking ahead. "It probably helps that I put it on my contacts under 'My Number'. huh?" a small mischievous smile drew on her lips as she continued walking. "Well looking back on it now, it's pretty helpful, right? So why'd you text me?" he continued. Scarlet stopped walking remembering how troublesome he had been and she turned to face him now, "Because you were the only one dumb enough to leave." she said sharply before she gave him her back again and started walking at a faster pace now. It was a lie of course, some of them had indeed walked away, but that didn't mean that she would have to tell him that.

Scar finally reached the stairs but she didn't turn around to see if he was still following but she hoped that he was, after all she didn't want any more hassle than needed. She finally headed upstairs where she had told everyone to stay put, when she finally reached the place she eyed some of them that seemed to be already talking to each other, she turned around to see if Nick was already back from his little trip but he was nowhere to be seen. Before she did anything else, she turned around to see Daniel again, "I hope you don't give me any more trouble..." she finally said before she leaned against the wall again observing everyone a bit impatiently again, counting how many there were and hoping that they had more than the last time she had counted.

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Are you kidding me, Dan?” Dick asked, leaning across the table to glower at his little brother. Daniel sat back in the booth, looking at Dick with an unreadable expression as he chewed his bacon. “So you’re saying that you dragged me out here at this ungodly hour, figured out who took you and where you ended up and why, but you can’t tell me anything?”

Daniel thought about it, thinking back on the letter that now weighed a ton in his pocket. All he had to do was pull it out and show it to him. Only he knew he couldn’t. He normally wouldn’t listen to the requests of a piece of paper, but something was keeping him from telling. It was like every time he tried he would get tongue tied, as if he physically could not tell his brother everything written in that letter. So as he gulped down his chewed up porcine strips, he shrugged nonchalantly.

Sorry man, if I told you…I’d have to kill you.”

Dick looked at him incredulously as he leaned back in his seat, his posture frightfully similar to Daniel’s own, “Don’t pull that Top Gun bullshit on me. Can we just look at the facts here for a moment?” He placed his hands on the table, moving them about in random gestures never raising them more than an inch off the surface as he spoke, “You go out drinking—and I can only assume you were kicked out because you were too plastered-…”

Thanks Dick, really appreciate it.” Daniel deadpanned as he took a swig of his orange juice.

Shut up pansy,” his brother snapped before elaborating further, still gesticulating, “So you black out, totally pass out—probably in some alley or something. You get kidnapped. All of your crap ends up in this strange apartment where you wake up and you don’t know where you are. And now you’re telling me you have to go back? So what you’re just going to live there now? Don’t you know how rapey this whole thing is?”

Daniel rolled his eyes, leaning across the table to quiet down his brother’s voice that had increased in volume tenfold by the time he got to the last sentence. “Shh! Could you not announce my life story to a bunch of strangers in a diner? Please?” Dick clenched his jaw, not responding, and Dan took that as a sign that he would quiet down. “Look, I know how ridiculous this sounds. Believe me. I just-…” How was he going to explain this? “You’ve got to trust me on this, Dick. I’m going to go back and I’m going to be fine.” His brother scoffed with an exaggerated roll of his eyes and Dan scooted forward, glaring at him, “I’m serious. Dick, this could be my chance to make my life mean something.” His voice was desperate as Dick finally met his gaze, skeptical. “I’ve done nothing but drink and mooch off of you since-…” He stopped himself as his heart sunk, experiencing the trauma of mourning once more.

Dick saw the sadness shroud his brother’s expression and he sighed, leaning forward a bit, “Look Dan, I know it’s been rough since your girlfriend got locked up. And believe me, I’m still trying to get over the fact that I could’ve been an-…” Daniel’s jaw clenched harshly, his eyes sparking in anger in a second and Dick immediately stopped mid-sentence. There was a tense silence between them as they eyed each other. Daniel telling him without words that he’d crossed a line and Dick silently apologizing. When Dan leaned back and slumped in his booth, Dick saw that as forgiveness. “Don’t you think this is sketchy? I mean, shacking up somewhere you know nothing about? That’s stupid even by your standards.”

I know what I’m doing, Richard.” Daniel replied harshly, glaring over at his brother. Dick relented at the sound of his full first name. His baby brother never called him Richard unless he was being serious—deathly serious; as serious as a heart attack. So when Daniel looked at him and said, “I’m going to clean myself up and do something with my life. Right now this is my best option” he took his brother's word.

The tension thickened, their conversation slowing to a halt as the sound of forks hitting plates filled the void. Suddenly, Daniel’s phone vibrated along the table’s surface. He picked it up, realizing it was a text message but not recognizing the number. He read it regardless, and cocked his brow as the words: ‘Not on my watch. Don't even think about it... Get. Back. Here. Now.’ Well, thought Danny with bemusement, Someone’s anxious to see me.

At the sight of his brother’s smirk, Dick spoke up, “Friend of yours?”

Daniel lifted his gaze, locking his phone before shoving it in his pocket. “Oh you know, just your friendly neighborhood rapist.” He glanced at the clock, seeing that they’d been there for a good two hours or so. Daniel shoved a piece of bacon into his mouth, speaking through the meat as he reached for his wallet. “I’ve got to get going.”

With a roll of his eyes, Dick stood, tossing money on the table, paying for them both despite Daniel’s objections. He insisted, “Take it as a going away present.” When Daniel smiled in appreciation, Dick wrapped his arm around his baby brother’s shoulder. “You going to be alright by yourself, tonight?” He asked, his voice laden in concern. Realization sunk in and Daniel frowned. There hadn’t been a roommate in that apartment. That means he’d be alone. There was nothing more frightening than being alone. Despite his better judgment, Daniel told his brother he’d be alright, and Dick dropped the subject. They walked to Dick’s car and Daniel stood by the window, “Now Danny, take care of yourself, alright? Make sure your rapist wears protection. I don’t want you catching any diseases.”

How do you know it’s not a chick?” Daniel insisted with a smile.

Dick cast him an incredulous look, saying without words a smart-ass remark they both knew was coming. “Text you later, bro.” Daniel shook his head, watching his brother leave and waving him off as he watched the Mustang go until it was out of sight.

Ready to go, Mister Brennan?”

Daniel jumped, startled by the old man who had chauffeured him here. He’d turned to the man, his hand on his chest, breath coming out in pants as he laughed it off. “Am I going to have to put a bell on you or something?” He joked. The old man tilted his head to the side and pouted in confusion, his big bushy brows furrowing.

I’m sorry?”

Nothing Albert, we should head back though. I’ve got a date with this so-called Benefactor.”

It’s Walter, sir,” The old man corrected, opening the back passenger door for Daniel as the young man sauntered over. “He’s going to have his hands full with you, if you don’t mind my saying, sir.”

Daniel laughed as Walter closed the door behind him. As soon as the old man started up the car, Dan rolled down the window, memorizing the trek back for future reference. “Hey Walter-….”

Yes, sir? What do you need?”

Well first I’m going to need you to stop calling me ‘sir’. Just Dan is fine.” Daniel smirked, “And could you turn on the radio? I need some tunes and don’t be afraid to turn it up loud.”

As you wish, si-Dan.”

Daniel chuckled as Walter worked the radio. His ears were prickling with anticipation as the old man surfed through the stations. When he heard Heaven by Warrant come on, Daniel yelled for him to stop it there. The old man was brought aback, but this was subdued once Dan began to sing along. He belted out the lyrics with as much passion as someone who’d be singing it on stage. As he sang, Daniel watched for landmarks and street signs to get better acquainted with the path to this Gift of Innocence Corporation all the while texting this mystery person who was most likely from the aforementioned Corporation.


I'm on my way. Walter's bringing me. Who is this anyway?

I'll meet you by the door.


As Heaven died down, Kansas came to play and Daniel yelled out in the back seat, “Carry on my wayward son! There’ll be peace when you are done! Lay your weary head to rest! Don’t you cry no more!” with such exuberance that Walter couldn’t stifle his smile.

Daniel kept at it as they slowed down, driving past the front of the corporation. His line of sight was drawn to a single figure leaning against the gates outside, a gloomy silhouette shrouded in a cloud of smoke. Daniel continued to sing, even as Walter stopped the car abruptly. The figure by the gates was a young man, Daniel came to realize upon further inspection, and not much younger than himself. He was adorned in black jeans, a gray v-neck, and Chuck Taylors with his obsidian hair falling into his eyes. Daniel averted his gaze, belting out the chorus even louder than before, smirking when he saw the boy’s attention hone on him in his peripheral.

ImageHe glanced at the monochrome fellow, turning completely in his seat as he sang out, “Carry on my wayward son! There’ll be peace when you are done! Lay your weary head to rest! Don’t you cry no more!” He made the sound of the beginnings of the guitar solo with his mouth, playing the air guitar close to his chest. His grinned widened at the odd look the boy was giving him and as Walter pulled away, he turned back around in his seat. Daniel finished the song with renewed vigor knowing he’d successfully weirded someone out.

Walter stopped the car a few feet ahead, parallel parking in front of the building. Daniel jumped out before the old guy could get the chance, shouting back, “Thanks for the ride, Walter!” He meandered through the front gates, passing the guy with the cancer stick with a polite wave, only getting a ‘eat shit and die’ glare in return. He shoved his hands in his pockets, smiling as he saw a ginger-haired beauty lounging in the threshold. He sported a goofy grin as he made it up the stairs, greeting her with, “Hello mystery lady. Please tell me you're the one who's been texting me.”

She rolled her eyes, something Daniel was used to when he talked to a girl. “Careful there, don't flatter yourself hotshot." She moved away from the door, heading inside whilst she encouraged him to follow. Daniel did, like a lost puppy…a lost puppy that didn’t know how to shut up.

So how'd you get my number?” No response. He quirked a lop-sided grin, “ It probably helps that I put it in my phone under 'My Number'. huh?” Still no response, but from behind he could swear that he saw the her cheek perk up. “ Well looking back on it now, it's pretty helpful, right? So why'd you text me?”

Finally she turned to face him again, Daniel halting immediately after having almost run into her. “Because you were the only one dumb enough to leave." Fair enough. Daniel stayed close behind, seeing as she didn’t exactly tell him not to stop following. She turned on him again, just as suddenly as she had the first time, but this time there were others around gathered in the hall. Daniel barely glanced over at them before his attention was drawn back to the firey red head. “ I hope you don't give me any more trouble…"

Daniel threw his hands up in mock surrender and kept his eye on her as she leaned up against the wall. His hands lowered, his gaze moving from her to the small group and back again. He didn’t know how to approach of group of people who were coming to grips with being kidnapped. Sure, he could start the conversation off with, ‘Hey! So what’s the last thing you remember?’ but it was a long shot. So he opted to lean against the adjacent wall inside, fishing for his phone and texting his brother: Jokes on you, dick. It’s a girl. Before sheathing it away and trying his hardest not to look bored and out of place.

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Jasper wasn't sorry, for remorse was an emotion that he refused to channel. He watched with uninterested eyes as an older man assisted 'Selena'. Bet it felt nice for someone to come to your aid, he wouldn't know.

“Hey back off man! Let her cry if she wants to! She’s just confused and probably scared out of her mind. You don’t know what she’s been through. And we don't have an elevator so just be patient!”

Jasper rolled his eyes as he took one more puff of his cigarette. He was tempted to say, I was simply giving her a proper welcome, in the most condescending and sarcastic tone he could muster, but he as he opened his mouth to say the words, music interrupted him. He turned his attention to the source, spotting a man in the backseat of the vehicle singing obnoxiously. The stranger was looking dead at Jasper, singing and mocking a guitar solo. Jasper's brows furrowed as he stared at the stranger as if he were a martian. He said absolutely nothing, eyes trained on the weird man before the car zoomed off.

"I've got to get out of this hell,"he said monotonously as he threw his smoke on the ground and stomped it out. Jasper walked into the building, pushing pass the man and the cry baby. "No elevator, huh? Noted," was all he bothered to say. He trekked up the stairs to where it all started. Lo and behold, the crowd of people had grown since he left. Joy! He stuffed his hands into his pockets and kept his face expressionless. He attempted to with the shadows, saying nothing and not bothering to introduce himself. His mind played out how that would go: Hi, I'm Jasper Ryder. I hate long walks on the beach, pink is a horrid color...that's right, I'm talking to you, Blondie, and I have a large dislike for the human race i.e. all of you. Die in holes. He chuckled inwardly, musing on how swimmingly that would go.





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Maki could feel the tension in the air. Apparently, Ms. Scarlet was upset that not all the men were present and Maki automatically felt the urge to assist her, however she looked like she'd bite his head off if he even looked her way. Everyone seemed to be on edge, but that was to be expected, however, he just wished that perhaps one of them would be nice enough to actually hold a conversation. He just stayed quite, not wanting to step on any toes with his good mood. From the corner of his eye, he spotted movement, seeing a man enter the hallway through the staircase. He looked very anti-social, but Maki was pretty sure he could put a smile on the guy's face.

Mack placed a kind smile onto his face as he approached the stranger. "You seem a bit down," Makoto said, offering that usual friendly grin that he practically trademarked. "I'm Mack, he stretched out his hand for a handshake.

Jasper simply glared at Mack's out stretched hand before allowing his azure gaze to narrow at Mack's face. "And I don't like you. Fuck off."

Maki lowered his eyes in disappointment. So much for cheering him up...

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Daniel watched the contained chaos with amused interest. Two girls seemed to have had a pre-existing relationship while the others were just skipping about socializing. The rest of the guys mostly stood around on the sidelines, confused but not poking around, while the grungy smoker took some heat for bitching at someone. To Danny it was all very amusing. He enjoyed people watching more than anything, and if this wasn't just perfect for it, he didn't know what was. He leaned back against the wall with a casual tilt of his head, his line of sight moving from one clusterfuck of people to another. One had disappeared back into her apartment, there was a dude trying to corral, and his flame-headed mystery lady was still standing just a few feet away.

When his text tone went off in his pocket full blast, he cursed a little, turning it down as he looked at the screen. I thought I put that damn thing on vibrate, Daniel assumes. But then again he probably unconsciously turned it off in the car coming back. Not that Daniel cared, he usually always kept it on full blast. He just didn't want all the negative attention that was on Grungy Smoker man to be aimed towards him. This lot seemed like a sensitive bunch.

It was a text from Dick, of course. Dick was the only one he ever usually texted. He unlocked his phone, taking him straight to the message, and he almost burst out laughing.



Pics or it didn't happen


Daniel thought about it and decided Fuck it before going to his settings and turning off all sound and his flash. As casually as he could, he held his phone up, angling it so it looked like he was texting. He quickly tapped several times on his screen to focus, pokerface engaged, and got the perfect shot of the fiery vixen standing across from him. He quickly sent it to his brother, lowering his phone to his crotch. As expected, Dick texted him back right away.


You son of a bitch!


Daniel grinned and the fact that it pretty much looked like he was grinning at his crotch whilst he did so made him nearly laugh aloud. He would've sent his brother a reply but something moved in his peripheral. The scrawny Asian placed a kind smile onto his face as he approached the same guy Daniel had sung to just ten minutes before. Oh, I have GOT to see this, Daniel mused. "You seem a bit down.” The Asian kid said, offering that really friendly smile. "I'm Mack.” Bullshit, Daniel laughed to himself, watching the Asian kid stretch out his hand for a handshake.

Grungy Smoker man simply glared at Mack's outstretched hand before allowing his cerulean gaze to narrow at Mack's face. "And I don't like you. Fuck off.”

Ouch. Harsh.

Daniel sighed as the Asian kid practically pouted, Looks like it's Dan to the rescue. Seriously, who could just sit back and watch this guy be sad? Daniel walked up and wrapped his arm around the kid's shoulders, smiling down at him. “Hey buddy! I've been looking everywhere for you." He looked right at Grungy Smoker man and put on his best flirtatious smile, and said, “See you around starshine." Daniel sent the Melancholy Mary a wink before turning away with this so called 'Mack'. “So Fu-Man-Chu, what's your name? And don't say it's Mack, because we both know you shortened that shit." He heard the kid stumble for words and he chuckled, turning to face him with his hands shoved in his pockets. “Come on Jackie Chan, no need to be shy. This is a happy place." Daniel quickly tried to think of a way to make him more comfortable so he decided to copy his previous gesture. With a friendly smile he held out his hand, offering it to him in friendship. “I'm Daniel, by the way. Daniel Brennan."

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Makoto's downcast eyes with on his sneakers as he tried to think of a way to bounce back from being brutally slammed down. "Okay... he said in a tone that expressed his growing nervousness. He was about to turn his back on negative man when someone wrapped their shoulder around his arm. He almost jumped out of his skin, “Hey buddy! I've been looking everywhere for you." The stranger smiled as if they've known one another for years. Maki furrowed his brows, looking at him in confusion. "I...I don't know y... He was immediately interrupted. “See you around starshine." He continued, eyeing the rude man, who simply sneered as a response. “So Fu-Man-Chu, what's your name? And don't say it's Mack, because we both know you shortened that shit." Maki was pulled away from the gloomy figure and ushered further down the hallway. “Come on Jackie Chan, no need to be shy. This is a happy place. I'm Daniel, by the way. Daniel Brennan."

"My...my name is Makoto Oshiro," he stuttered. His eyes flickered to Daniel's, lips pulling into a tight line as he surveyed the man's face. He wasn't sure if he should be offended or amused, so he settled for a raised brow and confused stare. "A pleasure?" He clasped his hand around Daniel, allowing a small smile to grace his face. He wasn't sure how to feel about Daniel, but he concluded that he'd be seeing him a lot. "Thank you, for helping me back there...It was really nice of you."

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Scarlet moved her head to the side at the sight of all the people talking to each other. Sylvester had given them a report on every single one of them, as he always did with new recruits, so she wasn't surprised to see some of the interactions that were happening just a few feet away. She eyed everyone that seemed to be doing their own thing, it was then when she saw a much smaller and shorter figure roaming the the room trying to stay unnoticed, 'Kaylee...' Scar said in a low voice, her blonde hair could be seen behind Rosalina and Noah who seemed to be too deep into their conversation that they didn't notice when the twelve year old was eavesdropping on their conversation. kaylee then moved to Jasper, whom she saw being rude to someone else, she elbowed the young tall man purposely, "sorry about that" she tried saying in a sweet and endearing tone that yelled sarcasm all over, one that she had picked from Scar most likely. The young girl then stuck her tongue out to the young man and moved next to Zeus who the young girl thought seemed to be nice enough.

Scarlet couldn't help but to grin at the little girl's actions but her smile quickly vanished as soon as the soon to be teenager turned to look at her. Scarlet immediately changed her mood and looked at Kaylee scornfully as she always did when the young girl was trying to get in trouble. Kaylee, knowing she did not want to make Scar even madder, dropped her shoulders and started walking towards the red haired beauty who seemed far from happy with her arrival. She looked like a child about to be scolded by her mother, she had her eyes on the floor as she walked slowly towards her. Finally she was at hands reach from Scar, "I'm sorry" the young girl said. Scarlet moved her hand towards the little girl's head ruffling her long blonde hair, "Kaylee... you know that your Dad doesn't like it when you are playing around with the new recruits".

It was then when they were interrupted by an older woman, Rosemary. She rushed her way in though the stairs and was having an agitated respiration as she had probably ran to search for Kaylee as she did so often being her Nanny. Finally, she spotted the young girl who was next to Scarlet, "Miss Crom...well" she said trying to catch her breath, breathless almost. "Rosy..." said the young girl in return and now hiding behind Scar not wanting to continue with her piano lessons. Rosemary waited for a few minuted trying to regain composure, Scarlet did not say anything and waited until she spoke again, "Ms. Romanov" to which Scarlet replied immediately, "Just Scarlet, Rosemary" she said annoyed though not being disrespectful. Rosemary was about to speak again when Scarlet cut her off, "that will not be necessary, I was about to tell her to return to her lessons" she said dismissing Rosemary for the moment. "But..." Kaylee started, "No buts, I know you want to come but you know you can't. I'll come and fetch you up as soon as I can ok?". Kaylee without second thoughts knowing she would keep her word simply replied, "Okay..." and Scarlet smiled at the young girl before she headed back.

As soon as Kaylee was out of her sight, Scarlet counted the number of people in the room again. Finally she counted the number she needed for the guys with the new addition of the last guy she needed, who looked just as baffled and confused as most of them, and she found Nick finally coming back with the last girl. She was about to make a remark on his, again, delayed arrival but she saw him answering the phone, Sylvester at the end of the line most likely. Finally, after hanging up he spoke again, “Good, okay folks it’s time to go meet your new boss! Scar you can lead the boys first, I’ll stay behind the girls to make sure they’re protected.” With that he winked at the girls followed by a smile directed at her but Scarlet couldn't help but to role her eyes, "Like you had to tell me twice..."

Finally Scarlet moved in front only turning back once, "You wanted some answers and answers is what you'll get. she paused for a moment to look at everyone and then turned to Nick, "You heard mister Claus here" she said calling him by the nickname she had given him as soon as she heard his name was Nicholas, "the guys come with me first." And with that she moved in front of everyone being careful to see that all of them followed. "The elevator doesn't work" she said before anyone was clever enough to ask why they couldn't simply go on the elevator, what Nick had already explained a couple of times; besides it was something that some of them, like the new guy were unaware of. They had to go up the stairs up to the sixth floor, Scarlet did not say anything as they moved their way up. She knew that Sylvester would be waiting and was starting to get impatient as he had called for Nick for an update, besides she wanted to get the empowering done as soon as possible as it would make her job easier.

Scarlet could care less if anyone complained at the stairway, once they were in the sixth floor she turned around to see if all of them were behind and to see if Nick was following behind though she thought that he would probably stayed longer behind flirting all the way up. Scarlet moved slowly towards Sylvester's office, she barged in the room where the door was already opened, she didn't see the point in knocking had the door been closed, either way she made her way in his office. "Here they are" she said signaling everyone, "you really know how to pick em" she said before she did as always, she leaned against the wall letting Sylvester do all the talking.

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"Thank you, for helping me back there...It was really nice of you."

Daniel smiled, pocketing his hand as he leaned against the wall. “What can I say?” He shrugged facetiously, "I'm a philanthropist. It runs in my family.” He made himself comfortable against the wall, shoving his hands into his pockets to refrain from gesticulating much. Daniel hated that he felt the need to move his hands whenever he talked, but it was hereditary. If he constricted his hands, his head would move, and that was just aggravating. “If we're going to be friends then I'll have to apologize in advance for my stereotypical remarks and/or name-calling. I don't mean to offend you, it's not my intention, it's just my sense of humor.” That sounded rehearsed. Daniel mused, Damn. I have to explain myself way too often. “I'm not going to guess what you're personal line of decency is, I cross my own from time to time, it's how I know I still have one.” He paused, giving the socially awkward young man time to adjust before going on another spiel, “I'm allergic to cinnamon. Deathly allergic. Just sniffing the stuff will get me to start wheezing and hacking. Uhh...what else? Oh! Sometimes I like to play piano at three in the morning in the event that I can't sleep. I tend to stay in constant motion. I get bored relatively easy. And I'm not accustomed to staying by myself for too long so I'll probably on you like white on rice for the better part of our friendship. And...uhh-....” Daniel took a moment to pause, looking up to rack his brain for anything else, letting out a long monotone drone until he snapped his attention back to Maki, “Would that bother you? Future best friends really should know the worst about each other.” Daniel beamed at his own reference, finding it a plus if the timid young man understood it.

"Uh...okay?" Maki scratched the back of his head, standing awkwardly in front of him. "I'm afraid of blood...I don't use profanity...I'm a virgin...and I'm kind of bad at math?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-....” Daniel laughed, "Whoa. What do you mean you're kind of bad at math? You're Asian.”

Maki frowned as he shrugged his shoulders, weakly. "Not all stereotypes are true, apparently. I mean, if I judged you by your appearance, I'd determine that you're Jewish because of your nose and hair, but I could be wrong. I probably am.”

Daniel chuckled, "Jokes on you, Maki. As it happens I am of Jewish descent." He shrugged, "I just don't practice organize religion. But you-...." He wagged a finger, "You're the one not living up to your expectations, my friend. I mean being a virgin? That's fine. I figure with all the studying they do, Asians don't get laid much anyway. Profanity? I'm fine with you not using any as long as you don't fault me for using it a lot. But not being good at math? Being afraid of blood? That's like two of your job opportunities down the drain!" Daniel clasped his hand on his friend's shoulder, comforting him. "That's alright, buddy. Tell you what: I'll tutor you. I'm a bit of a mathematician myself. I can make you better at it, if you want."

"Uh, sure, I guess." Maki sighed, defeated. The one time he tries to make a point, it gets smacked down. "I'll teach you Japanese...you know, if you want me to."


Daniel looked at Maki, mouth agape and arms spread, shocked that he could think Daniel would possibly pass that up. "Hell yeah I would! Are you kidding?" He laughed. He paused, catching a glimpse of golden hair as a small girl past by him to converse with the fiery red head to his right. "Huh. A kid. Weird," He thought aloud, shaking his head before turning back to Maki with a smile, "Do you have a cellphone? I'm totally giving you my number so you can text me."

"Yeah," he said, reaching into his jeans to pull out his iPhone. Unlocking it, he handed it over to Daniel as his eyes followed the little girl. "Just type your number in." Daniel took the phone from Maki, vaguely aware of his new friend's attention as he filled out almost every slot of information on the contact list. He even took a picture of himself, holding the phone out as he grinned into the front facing camera, snapping a pic to attach to the contact. That was another guilty pleasure of his he should've added to the list of 'worst things'. He enjoyed talking selfies far too much for it to be healthy. Satisfied with his work, he returned the locked phone to Maki, interrupted by the voice of his mystery lady.

"You wanted some answers and answers is what you'll get." She said before gesturing towards the pretty boy that intermingled with the girls. Daniel cast a glance at him briefly before turning his attention back on the red head. Clearly they knew each other. That guy must work here or something. "You heard mister Claus here, the guys come with me first."

Daniel perked up, turning back to Maki as he pocketed his phone. "What d'ya say? Want to be my orientation buddy?"

"Sure," Maki smiled, his mood perking up. Daniel beamed, his own mood heightening considerable with the knowledge that he'd made someone's day better. "Sounds good."

As his mystery lady relayed the condition of the elevator, Daniel walked beside Maki to follow behind her. He was quiet during their ascent, taking comfort from his new friend's presence. He wasn't lying when he said he wasn't accustomed to being alone. He hated it. It frightened him more than death itself. So Maki being there, willingly accepting his company, meant more to him than his new friend probably knew. The fiery redhead lead the group of boys into the office and Daniel stood close to Maki's side, maybe more for the younger man's benefit than his own, but for his own nonetheless. He could sense the little guy's curiosity masked by a tinge of anxiety, and it brought a smirk to his lips. He was braver than most. Being led to some random guy's office after being kidnapped was one thing, being more curious than nervous was another. Daniel stole a glance at the redhead as she leaned against the wall before he cast his attention to the man behind the mystery, his skin prickling with anticipation.

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Jasper rolled his eyes as the Asian was 'rescued' by the same idiot that felt the need to sing to him earlier. He's barely been in this place for an hour and he already wanted to wring three people's necks. He glared at the floor, his sour mood only heightening when a little brat tried to show her ass and bump into him on purpose. "Damn kids," Jasper muttered, bitterly. He wanted to trip the little beast, but she got away before his foot could clip her.

A red head began spewing commands and Jasper shrugged his shoulders, forgetting the little girl completely as he trekked forward, following wordlessly. He was too curious at the moment to relatively give a damn about the fact that this lady felt like she was big and bad. Under normal circumstances, Jasper would have engaged her in a penis swinging competition. However, his mind was reeling with the multitude of possibilities. Was this like some secret agent type shit? Were they smugglers or something? He didn't know, but he was definitely intrigued. As he moved up the steps, Jasper played and pulled at his bottom lip while staring at his sneakers, out of habit, his ADD kicking in. His fingers fiddled with his shirt and worried his bottom lip until they reached their destination.

Jasper pulled his hands away from his lips and clothes, stuffing the restless digits into his pocket. That was when he looked up from his Chuck Taylors, eyes landing on an older man. "So, you're the asshole that kidnapped me...who the hell do you think you are?" He narrowed his icy eyes at the man, holding back nothing. Everyone was probably thinking it. He was just brave enough to say it.

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Nicholas was enjoying his view from the rear eyeing the pretty girls that he sees yet cautious to Scarlet’s eyes. He was a bit startled by Grey skipping over to him and hooking her right arm to his left, yet he smiled at her as she introduced herself as Grey holding her free hand in front of him. “ …and thank you for kidnapping me” she said while giggling at the end. Nick had a hunch that the girl was not being quite truthful with her laughter as her smile was bigger and her laugh sounded a bit forced, yet he decided to go along with it, thinking to himself, ”Okay, here we go girl number two! I’m on a roll today!” He shook Grey’s hand gently saying in a smooth voice, “Ah how rude of me I don’t believe I had introduced myself very well back there so sorry. I had some business to take care of but no matter. I am Nicholas Truman, though call me Nick or Nicky if you wish.” He smiled at her and looked into her eyes as they walked up saying, “Oh you’re very welcome. I’ve always been the expert at catching the best fish in the sea. Though I apologize for having you walk four flights of stairs. Like I said before there is no elevator.” Nick continued to flaunt and flirt with Grey and look at the other women until they reached the Benefactor’s office.




The Benefactor leaned back on his desk as the new recruits slowly gathered inside his office. First the men appeared and then the women. As the Benefactor studied them closely without staring, he couldn’t help but notice how disheveled, confused, and even angry they looked. One of them had even called out "So, you're the asshole that kidnapped me...who the hell do you think you are?" The Benefactor wasn’t fazed by the anger that snapped out of the young boy. In fact he had to admit he was very straightforward which would be useful to him.

”Poor things,” he thought. ”They must’ve gone through some pretty rough times only to be brought to another adventure of their lives. No matter. It is now that they will begin their possible transformation.”

The Benefactor then stood up proud and as tall as he could clearing his throat and then greeting his new recruits with a “Welcome.” “My name is Sylvester Cromwell but I am usually addressed as The Benefactor. Although some of you may know that from reading the letter. Before we begin, I should let you know that should you desire to return to your rooms, the room number is placed in the back of the letter. If you by chance did not read your letter in your room or did not bring it with you and don’t remember your room, I will give it to you before we give you a tour of the places you will be working in the town.” Sylvester could see that some people seemed to look up or raise their eyebrows as though he had guessed correctly that some people haven’t touched or known about the letter. No matter, there is always an incident such as this one.

The Benefactor motioned to the two recruiters who had accompanied them to move aside as they always have done. He then motioned for the new recruits to come closer and he put his hands towards them palms facing forward. He wore white gloves that matched his formal business attire of a black suit, pants, and shoes. The room seemed to stir a bit and a wind picked up that shook some objects such as a lamp by the corner and some books in Sylvester’s shelf but not so hard that it would knock things to the floor. A faint glow came from underneath Sylvester and the recruits. It was obscure because of the many recruits, but there was a light sea green spell circle with intricate and ancient symbols. The same glow surrounded the people who may or may not have been a bit frightened but the Benefactor reassured, “Don’t worry and don’t be afraid. He is right now observing you and trying to gather information of your pasts, of your fears, of your strengths, and of sorrows. He is the one that will bestow your powers which you will utilize in your work. These powers are your Gifts of Innocence. You must now open your hearts, minds, and souls, and accept the Gift of Innocence as parts of you now.”

The glow emanating from the spell circle grew warm and surrounded the individuals as the Benefactor closed his eyes and concentrated. He could feel his strength diminishing bit by bit until the spell was complete. He doubled back and tripped but Nicholas ran to catch him in time.

“Thank you Nicholas. I’ll be fine don’t worry. Just be sure to fill in what I need you to fill in.”

“Sure sir. Hey wait, what do you need me to fill in?”

“You’ve already agreed Nicholas. You’ll see.”




The Benefactor then proceeded to walk towards each individual to inform them of their powers and their tasks. He first walked to Rosalina and said, “Rosalina, you’ve lost money and your life has gone in all sorts of directions, but now you can help others who were put in the same situation. You are the Loaner who has the power to produce blank checks to loan money to whoever needs it. The wielder of the blank check is able to create blank checks that can be at any dollar amount. They can be given to anyone poor or rich or somewhere in between as long as they meet the terms. It will be agreed upon by customers that there will be a set date for payment and a 1% interest is to be expected. The customer chooses the exact date and time for the payment but it cannot be altered no matter the situation. You will be working very closely with an old friend of yours.”

The Benefactor walked over to Noah and said, ”Noah, you’ve abused drugs and even conjured your own, sometimes bringing others with you to your downfall. Now you will be a potions maker which is like a drug dealer only your potions are made through your gift of magic medicine. You will brew potions that will solve problems that the customer will have. Materials and the guide book will be provided by the Benefactor. However, the medicines are still drugs, which mean they have to be taken at certain dosages and in a limited amount of time. Make sure you take some funds with Rosalina.”

After talking to Noah, the Benefactor moved on to Hailey, Aradia, and Grey. “All three of you will be counselors though you differ depending on your power and experiences. Hailey and Aradia you’ve been best friends but the friendship hasn’t been exactly comforting and supportive has it? Hailey you will be the Empowerment Counselor, taking those who feel as though they are weak and help them take charge into their lives. You were given power to “take charge” because you have been used by another and have felt helpless. You will tell people to recite a mantra to help them take charge into their lives. “I am powerful. My actions do have meaning. I will take charge and control my destiny.”This mantra when recited helps the user to feel empowerment. The user can take charge in his or her life to the point where he/she is intimidating enough to make other people do as told. The mantra only lasts for twenty-four hours, but it can be said over and over again.

Aradia, you will be the Satisfaction Counselor, taking those who feel as though they are not satisfied with their life and are jealous of others. You will help them turn their jealousy around and replace it with feelings of wanting to know and understand the object of their jealousy more. You were given this power because you have felt jealous and have taken out your jealousy on another person. There is a mantra for this that you will teach. “I am satisfied. There is enough for me. I will turn jealousy into devotion and become a true friend instead.” This mantra when recited helps the user become more devoted to becoming a true friend rather than a jealous poisonous friend. Like the take charge mantra, it only lasts for twenty-four hours, but it can be said over and over again.

Grey, you will be the Death/Suicide Counselor who will try to help and understand victims of depression due to death and suicides. In order to understand your patients you were given the gift of empathy which allows you to feel the pain of your patients emotionally, physically, and mentally. You have experienced the feeling of guilt due to obliviousness. Your empathy is not limited to her patients however. You can also feel the pain of others around you when listening intently, usually asking others “Tell me, I’ll listen and try to understand” in order to activate empathy.

You three will be working very closely as counselors so I hope you get along nicely. The Benefactor said giving a warm smile to the ladies.”

He moved on to Zeus and informed him about his role. “Zeus, you will be working with the counselors as well with your role being the Psychologist. You will help people recover from traumatic experiences by permanently erase the painful memories of your patients. You have been sexually assaulted by other women and are always haunted by it, so now you can help others ease their pain by erasing their memory. However, in exchange you must peer into the memories of his patients and erase a happy and equivalent memory. He may use this power outside of work, but the people must be willing to have at least the bad memory erased for it to work.

He turned to Fiona and Alton to tell them about their roles. “You both will be Animal Rescuers and Trainers as you both have witnessed and or experienced pain. Fiona, you will be a friend to the animals, able to befriend animals easily and having them listen to your commands, as though they understand you completely. Friend of the Animals is given to someone who has been tortured by the various cruel deeds done on animals. You will show them a better life through taking care of them and training them in the special Animal Training facilities provided by the Benefactor.

Alton, you will help Fiona rescue animals from their various dangerous situations. To aid you, you will have the ability to not feel any pain, for you have been abused too many times without reason. It should be noted that the effect of feeling no pain lasts both in and out of the job. Make sure however that you rest periodically."

The Benefactor decided that since he just told the animal Rescuers their roles, he should designate the rescuer of people. “Forgive me, is it Jang or Jang Hyun? I have never been the best with Asian names. Anyway, you will also be a rescuer but of people with the gift of resurrection. You have lost many people in your life that you have loved through cruel fate, so now you can help others get that second chance of living. Just note that the people you resurrect will have their lives changed in ways that you need to discover on your own.”

Next he went on to another Asian to get the awkward names over with. “Another one ahh…Ma—ko—to? Anyways, you have been running away from a past of killings, being in the Mafia, and other wrong doings and want to get another chance under a new identity. You will allow people that chance as well. Under the guise of a prison guard, you will have the ability of a reset button, the chance to improve their current lives by allowing them to go back and fix the point in their lives that they think ruined them. Look in your hands and you will see that you have a literal Reset Button that has knobs that change the date and time displayed on it. A person can change it to whatever time and date they want to go back to. After they are done fixing their problem they are transported back in the new present There are however limitations as you will figure out."

He turned to Harper and said, “You’ve been in a lot of raping and prostitution business haven’t you? You feel worthless thinking that being a whore is your only worth and you’ve even panicked about that job of yours haven’t you? Don’t answer the call. You have another home now. You can help others by being the Empowerer. You are similar to Hailey in that you will help others get up from their sulking, agony, and lack of confidence. You will guide those who were lost, thrown away, and shunned by society to a new direction in life. Your Gift of Innocence, "Listen Well," enables you to allow the person she is talking to listen and obey her advice and commands. There are however, limitations to this power as the person must be able to actually hear it. Unlike the others you will search out those in the town rather than have your clients directed to you. We must always remember there are those who do not wish to actively change their fates, as you should know from experience.”

He turned to Jasper, the man who had spoken up to the Benefactor, and said, “I am someone who knows that you were blamed of murder incorrectly due to misunderstanding. You accuse me of kidnapping but it is merely a misunderstanding as I am helping you as you were at your lowest point. So you want to find the truth of things and you shall as a detective with the gift of Psychometry. It allows you to touch an object or person to see the recent past or future. However, note that you will not be given any indication whether it had happened in the past or will happen in the future.”

The Benefactor made sure to be more open and comforting when approaching Novia knowing that she will be more distrusting than the others. “Novia do not fear. Although I know that you are not legal here, let it be assured that your secret is safe with us and that I am not here to deport you. In fact come see me some time and I have connection that might help you get citizenship if you so desire. But in regards to your job, I know you are a bright person, yet you have been held back by poverty. Therefore you will be the Negotiator, negotiating with various salesmen for needed goods. If any of the workers or I need something we will turn to you for your negotiation skills will be so amazing it will be as though they cannot refuse. You will persuade them with “Do we have an accord?” and the item is yours! I trust that you are smart enough to know the correct amount to negotiate for and will give her a budget to abide by.

Sylvester made sure to hurry since he can tell that people were getting impatient and from the corner of his eye he could tell Jasper was itching to get out of here. “Finally Daniel, the man who was supposed to have been a father. I’m so sorry about the miscarriage and your wife. Trust me, I know how it feels to lose your significant other.” The Benefactor looked off in space about after he said that, thinking about…Clarissa… He shook his head to get back to reality knowing he had to continue and said, “Er Sorry. Anyway, you will be a Fertility Specialist, being able to let others have children the way they want them to be and at any time they wish for the baby to develop. The clients will also be able to pick specific traits for their unborn child. It should be noted that you can only induce pregnancy on willing women. And I would advise you please, do not make any of my staff pregnant. It would be very troublesome to have many little children even though Kaylee would love to have siblings.”

The Benefactor then walked to the front of the room pausing a bit to catch his breath from all of the talking and then finally opening his mouth to speak. “Nick I believe it is time for you to fill them in on what I cannot fill in, your power and Scarlet would you like to do so or as always leave it to mystery? Of course Nick you cannot refuse,” the Benefactor ended with a smile.
Nick sighed but he knew he had no choice so he stood in front of the crowd and said, “As you all know, I am a recruiter but I have the power of persuasion. I…used to not be able to commit to anything. I have so many jobs it’s hard to count, I have had many girlfriends that I haven’t had the courage to commit to, and I…” Nick paused but the Benefactor urged him to go on. “I left my fiancé at the altar. I couldn’t do it. I…I ran because I was too afraid to commit to something I wasn’t sure of. However, the Benefactor found me and gave me this power. Now I’m able to make commitments with ease. If I agree to something someone asks me to I will actually be able to do it! Though it goes the same with others. Just be careful, if I ask you to do something and you agree, you can’t run away and you have to go through with it.” As Nick finished he sighed having said this story to many new recruits to rile them up.

The Benefactor then stood in front of Nick and asked, “Any more questions?”

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"This is fuckery!" Jasper breathed with wide unblinking eyes as fear engulfed his entire being. The floor emitted a light that surround the group in rays of sea-green brilliance as wind caressed his porcelain skin, and just like that, the shroud of light covered him in a veil of crimson. The same happening to Maki, but in a mint green aura instead. However, his fear was extinguished only slightly when the light slowly faded. Jasper's hand flew to his face, touching the flesh to assure that nothing was amiss. He was enveloped in the initial shock of the floor glowing. He gazed at the strange man, quizzically as he when from screw up to screw up, nit picking at their problems and bestowing ‘gifts’ upon them. It wasn’t until he stopped at Jasper that the younger man finally released the breath that he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“I am someone who knows that you were blamed of murder incorrectly due to misunderstanding. You accuse me of kidnapping but it is merely a misunderstanding as I am helping you as you were at your lowest point. So you want to find the truth of things and you shall as a detective with the gift of Psychometry. It allows you to touch an object or person to see the recent past or future. However, note that you will not be given any indication whether it had happened in the past or will happen in the future.”

"What the— “ but Jasper was too speechless to finish his sentence. How did he know that? This couldn’t be happening. No, this belonged in a syfy movie, not real life. He glanced around as a plethora of hues surrounded each individual in cloaks of luminescent light. He thought about what the man said. So, he had a gift…maybe this wasn’t so bad, He could feel it, chilling his bones and climbing up his back like a parasite. His eyes itched, but he resisted the urge to rub them as his blue orbs flashed to an inky black that consumed his eyeballs. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, his pitch-black eyes were gone and his azure gaze was back on his pale face without him realizing.

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Meanwhile, Makoto’s heart was pounding in his chest like a jackhammer. His sun-kissed skin was flushed from both shock and excitement. He was almost giddy with the fact that he was being granted a second chance. The gift was merely a bonus. He glanced at Daniel, searching his unreadable face for any sign of emotion. “Man, we get powers, this is awesome.” Maki beamed in glee. "Dude, you are way too happy about this." Daniel chuckled. Maki simply shrugged. His gaze glinted in amusement before moving to Jasper.

Jasper was calmer than before, finally able to cope with this phenomenon. When The Benefactor asked if they had any questions, Jasper was about raise his hand when some loud mouth brunette stole his thunder. He raised a brow as she spoke.

"Why was I chosen?"

Jasper furrowed his brows, not holding back the thoughts that flew through his head. “Apparently, you weren’t paying attention when this guy,” he gestured to The Benefactor. “Was giving an overview of everyone’s life story. Obviously, simple bitch, you’re just as fucked up as the rest of the broken toys here.” He turned his gaze to the head-honcho, “I have a real question, Mr. B,” He said in irritation. “Can I just get the hell out of here?” He didn’t wait for a response before he shook his head, waving his hand as he turned for the door. ”You know, what? You don’t even have to answer that. I’m going to just go.” With that, he left without another word. Maki glanced at The Benefactor and shrugged, innocently.

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"So, you're the asshole that kidnapped me...who the hell do you think you are?"

Daniel was barely able to stifle a laugh as Mr. Doom and Gloom hollered at the blonde man in front of the desk. Well, I wouldn’t call him an asshole, Daniel mused, but he could’ve called or something. Sent out a memo. Despite his sarcasm, Daniel was a bit on edge. Never in his life had he met these people and yet here they all were, brought here by one guy hell bent on giving them a second chance. It all seemed a little too hard to believe.

At the sound of the man clearing his throat, Daniel’s eyes were drawn to him, giving him his undivided attention. “Welcome. My name is Sylvester Cromwell but I am usually addressed as The Benefactor. Although some of you may know that from reading the letter. Before we begin, I should let you know that should you desire to return to your rooms, the room number is placed in the back of the letter. If you by chance did not read your letter in your room or did not bring it with you and don’t remember your room, I will give it to you before we give you a tour of the places you will be working in the town.”

The Benefactor motioned to the fiery redhead and the flirtatious man to move aside, and Daniel’s brow cocked in curiosity, moving forward as instructed despite his immediate inclination to back away. The Benefactor held up his gloved hands, palms pointed at the group of strangers that seemed to have huddled together since the beginning of the man’s introductory speech. Daniel felt a strange presence as the tension in the room shifted, a faint wind picking up around them as the books rattled on their shelves. Daniel’s eyes flickered about the room, taking in everything but saying nothing as he felt something tug on his heartstrings. A faint glow came from underneath The Benefactor and the recruits. It was misshapen, but there was a light jade spell circle with intricate symbols that reminded him of something he saw on Supernatural. The same glow shrouded Daniel, cloaking him and a few others in its luminosity as they began to panic. To his own surprise, Daniel wasn’t as freaked out as he ought to be.

However, the Benefactor was quick to reassure them, “Don’t worry and don’t be afraid. He is right now observing you and trying to gather information of your pasts, of your fears, of your strengths, and of sorrows. He is the one that will bestow your powers which you will utilize in your work. These powers are your Gifts of Innocence. You must now open your hearts, minds, and souls, and accept the Gift of Innocence as parts of you now.”

Who the fuck is He, Daniel mused, a little taken aback. Regardless, as the Benefactor closed his eyes, the aura around Daniel began to change. What was once a brilliant light emerald glow had transformed into a vivid orange radiance shrouding his feet. But at his feet it stayed. Nope, nope, nu-uh. I am not accepting any weird ass powers from some unnamed He.

Man, we get powers, this is awesome.” Maki beamed in glee. Daniel glanced in his friend’s direction, taking his giddiness in with a chuckle. It was endearing, to say the least, to see this timid young man so adamant about receiving his gift.

Dude, you are way too happy about this.” Daniel replied as he was engulfed entirely in that iridescent tangerine resonance. He glanced down, looking at his palms as they shined brighter than the rest of him. Turning his palms upwards, he caught sight of two symbols being engraved in light. He winced as the symbols were scorched into the flesh—on his left was the astronomical symbol for Mars, on the right it was the symbol for Venus. What the hell? He mused, shaking them feverishly until they dissipated. There was no mark left behind, no scar left in its wake even though he’d experienced the sensation of being branded.

Quickly, Daniel glanced over at Maki, catching sight of a bright mint aura shrouding his form. Further in his peripheral he saw the man he sang to earlier become engulfed in a sinister crimson glow, like the color of blood. He suppressed a shiver as the man’s cerulean gaze was dipped in jet blank ink, the substance nearly brimming over the edge of his eyelids. Daniel panted slightly, his throat constricting in near fright. Then, all the light vanished as The Benefactor nearly collapsed. The pretty boy quickly rushed to his side and helped him up, the older man responding with a near silent ‘Thank you’.

Daniel straightened himself up, wiping the palms of his hands against the front of his jeans. He ignored the man as he moved to each one of them separately. Though a part of him was just dying to know what they had done to get themselves caught up in this situation. But Daniel was dealing with his own problems at the moment, muttering to himself in an attempt to figure out why those symbols had been on their hands and what exactly this so-called ‘gift’ was. His interest sparked as The Benefactor stood in front of his friend, withholding his own surprise to discover that Maki had once been in The Mafia. And then the gloomy fellow…. Convicted of a crime he didn’t commit? Daniel was in awe. These people were in much deeper shit than he was. His life wasn’t perfect by any means, but in comparison…

And then The Benefactor stopped in front of him. “Finally Daniel, the man who was supposed to have been a father.” Once again, Daniel felt his airway constrict. His jaw clenched in pent up aggression, his first initial reaction being to strike the man standing before him. “I’m so sorry about the miscarriage and your wife. Trust me, I know how it feels to lose your significant other.” Daniel averted his gaze for a moment, his fists clenching despite the man’s apology. He only finally met the man’s gaze when he knocked himself out of his own reverie. Daniel collected himself, stowing away his anger as his curiosity reared its ugly head. “Anyway, you will be a Fertility Specialist, being able to let others have children the way they want them to be and at any time they wish for the baby to develop. The clients will also be able to pick specific traits for their unborn child. It should be noted that you can only induce pregnancy on willing women. And I would advise you please, do not make any of my staff pregnant. It would be very troublesome to have many little children even though Kaylee would love to have siblings.”

Daniel smirked, despite himself, ducking his head as the man backed away. He listened passively as the pretty boy recruiter, known as Nicholas, shared his own life story—appropriate, Daniel decided, since everyone else’s was put on display. He was slightly bitter about that, but as The Benefactor asked for any questions, the scene that ensued brought that lopsided grin back on his face.

"Why was I chosen?”

"Apparently, you weren’t paying attention when this guy,” Jasper gestured to The Benefactor. "Was giving an overview of everyone’s life story. Obviously, simple bitch, you’re just as fucked up as the rest of the broken toys here,” Daniel suppressed a laugh, covering his smile with his palm as the gloomy guy looked to the guy in charge, "I have a real question, Mr. B. Can I just get the hell out of here?” He didn’t wait for a response before he shook his head, waving his hand as he turned for the door. "You know, what? You don’t even have to answer that. I’m going to just go.” Daniel watched him leave, his eyes lingering as well as the smile on his face, slightly bemused as his mystery lady followed after his mystery guy.

"Yes, I have one too.. and only one! Why does the elevator not work?”

Daniel immediately turned his head. His expression was comically serious as he raised his hand half-hearted, holding up a finger to interject, “I agree with the former hooker,” he blurted out, “Why is that a thing?” he asked, with a shrug, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I don’t know, it just seems like a lot of walking.”

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ImageScarlet waited patiently as Sylvester did all his magic tricks and moved aside even before he signaled her and Nick to do so. As she always did before the empowering, she listened cautiously almost studying every words muttered as he gifted each and everyone in the room. As predicted some were baffled and startled while others were scared out of their wits. She smiled in amusement at the scene, this was always her favorite part of her job after all. She saw Nick glancing at some girls, as always, and rolled her eyes at the flirting fool.

Obviously she did not say anything when Sylvester signaled her to reveal her own... gift, 'they'll find out sooner or later...' was all she could think of.

Finally she heard some recruits ask questions, 'that's a new one...' she thought sarcastically. Grey asked about why she had been chosen while Harper asked about the elevator, Scar let out a laugh at that one but nobody seemed to hear it as they were all still focused on Sylvester. She couldn't help but to grin as Jasper dissed her too, "Obviously, simply bitch, you’re just as fucked up as the rest of the broken toys here," but it wasn't until he tried leaving that her mood was truly ruined. Immediately Scarlet followed the guy outside Sylvester's office and quickly blocked the guy who was about her height, with the help of her high-heels of course. She almost let out a growl in annoyance, from the beginning they had not gotten off the right foot with his "Eat shit and die" and her "Fuck you".

"Look asshole or broken toy whichever suits your delicate needs." she said almost throwing knives, "I could give less of a shit about your tantrums and your oh so dramatics, in fact they are quite enjoyable, keeps things interesting anyways. But, you are going nowhere, not now that you have been given your power" she paused for a second but not long enough to let him to interrupt her. "You just said so yourself, everyone you just saw in there and myself included are indeed fucked up in ways that not even you could imagine" she paused for a moment finally letting go of her tight grip on his shoulder. "But this is your last chance and that's all you've got left".

The redhead moved back giving her back to Jasper returning to Sylvester's office.

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Character Portrait: Grey Amor Scott Character Portrait: Scarlet Victoria Romanov Character Portrait: Hailey Daniels Character Portrait: Rosalina Charlotte Vasquez Character Portrait: Zeus Anderson Character Portrait: Harper Foster Character Portrait: Nicholas Truman Character Portrait: Jasper Ryder Character Portrait: Makoto Oshiro Character Portrait: The Benefactor Character Portrait: Fiona Kingsley Character Portrait: Daniel Brennan Character Portrait: Alton Lou Webb Character Portrait: Jang Hyun Woo Character Portrait: Noah Leonardo Jones Character Portrait: Novia Chaves Character Portrait: Aradia McNeal
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The Benefactor didn’t have to wait long for others to respond to the mysterious happening of the office and himself. Grey had asked, "Why was I chosen?" and the Benefactor would have thought it was obvious at this point yet he opened his mouth to respond. Before he could, the Benefactor stopped as he heard laughter coming from another Harper who had only one question to ask, “Why does the elevator not work?” The Benefactor took a moment to smirk at the question, anticipating that it would come out sooner or later but not with the enthusiasm Harper had. Still he did have to explain and he would’ve if Jasper wasn’t so quick to answer Grey. “Apparently, you weren’t paying attention when this guy was giving an overview of everyone’s life story,” as he gestured to the Benefactor on cue. Obviously, simple bitch, you’re just as fucked up as the rest of the broken toys here.” Afterwards he turned to the Benefactor. “I have a real question, Mr. B,” sounding irritated. The Benefactor held back his smile to the nickname, hiding the fact that he kind of liked it because he knew now was not the time. “Can I just get the hell out of here?” Jasper asked before shaking his head ,waving his hand, and walking towards the door. ”You know, what? You don’t even have to answer that. I’m going to just go.” And with that Jasper walked out of the office, the first one to leave after the empowering. The Benefactor didn’t need to signal Scarlet as she walked out of the office after Jasper. After a while, she came back in without him, unsuccessful perhaps.

In a few moments, Daniel spoke up agreeing with Harper the “former hooker.” “I don’t know, it just seems like a lot of walking,” while Rosalina and Noah had a conversation amongst themselves. Makoto seemed to be the only one who enjoyed this at this point. The Benefactor wasn’t surprised when another one, Alton, also announced that he would get out of here. “Listen, I’m just going to go back to my flat, the atmosphere in there right now is pitiful and I don’t want to deal with it. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to try to come to terms with the fact that pain isn’t available to me anymore.” The Benefactor watched Alton leave and thought, ”My, I wonder if I should’ve really done that, or rather if he should’ve given him that ability considering his…special kinship towards it. But what’s done is done and he cannot take it back.”

If the Benefactor had thought that Makoto was the one who enjoyed this he couldn’t have been more wrong when Grey had started a whole conversation to him about thanking him for saving her schooling for psychology, offering her coffee skills, introducing herself, a “broken” closet, and a bottle of wine that didn’t make her drunk. The Benefactor had taken her hand and shook it gently giving her a warm reassuring smile while she spoke, but couldn’t help raise his eyebrow and give a concerned look when she mentioned the bottle of wine.

“Grey, it is a pleasure for you to offer coffee. I’d like to take up the offer sometime if it’s no trouble, and perhaps the others would like some too. I will ask the maids to gather a list from each of you about your clothing preferences. Though, about the wine…I’m sorry to say that I didn’t put that there…” The Benefactor grew jealous for the moment. ”Of all the things I don’t give them, why did it have to be wine!” he thought. The Benefactor could feel his taste buds craving for the drink that Grey had taken up and he couldn’t help but tighten his grip, forgetting that Grey was holding onto his hands. “Ahh sorry about that miss. But I can’t inform you much on the wine.”

He was about to suggest that Novia would help the maids gather deals on the clothing but then she excused herself, in a much intelligent and sarcastic tone, “Well, as much as I'd love to stay and join you all in being harassed and degraded by Nero of the 21st Century, I think I can manage to find something more stimulating to help me grasp onto what's going on. Thanks for the stuff, by the way. Love the kitchen design. But I really want my Audi back.”

More people walked out of the office after Novia, leaving Grey, Harper, Rosalina, Noah, Daniel, Makoto, and Jang to be in the room. Aradia and Zeus left the area without a word. Fiona said a goodbye to Harper saying, “As much as it is seeing people explode and hearing all this cursing, I think I'm going to go look around this place. But, it was very nice speaking to you, Harper. I hope to see you around.” With the leave of her best friend Aradia, Hailey excused herself, "I...I...Never mind. Excuse me, I need to... I gotta... I need to collect.. collect.. collect my thoughts."
The Benefactor observed all of this, and took note of who left and who still remained. It didn’t surprise him much that some people stayed behind while others had left. This happened many times over and after experience he knew that plans don’t always go as smoothly, so he had to think of an alternative. He smiled towards Grey who was still nearby him and then addressed the crowd of young adults.

“Now, I see that we won’t be able to go have a tour around the town, which is still fine. You’re free to go and look around this weekend as your jobs don’t start until Monday. However, I see that we need to get together as a group, so I’m going to plan a little something for us to do this evening. For now, I want you to get closer to each other, especially trying to find those who have just ran off. There are no more secrets in this place anymore since we have to get close to each other. It is important that a business runs as a unit that so happens to have many components.” The Benefactor smiled, remembering that logic from his father who he had looked up to all those years ago as a child. Now it was his turn to shine, his moment of leadership. “In fact, this may also be an excellent opportunity to try out your powers if you wish, as long as the other person is willing of course. Again Daniel, I warn you on not making anyone…endowed with another person inside of them…unless they wish it upon themselves.”

Before the new recruits headed out the Benefactor quickly said, “And the reason why the elevator doesn’t work is because my father was unfortunate enough to receive this building without one and as it expended the workers couldn’t install one. I apologize for this, but in a sense it is a good way to be healthy and exercise. You never know when emergency could strike and that extra training would help.” After the new recruits filed out, The Benefactor motioned to Nick and Scar to have a meeting to themselves.

“Nicholas, Scarlet, watch over these interactions. We need to make sure they do not get unnecessarily injured in any way,” the Benefactor whispered with a serious tone. Slowly his serious expression turned into a smile and he cheerfully smiled and he continued, “Especially since they’re supposed to have a good time!”

Nick nodded and politely said, “Yes, sir,” then grabbed Scarlet’s hand and escorted her out. Making sure that nobody was around, Nick asked, “So, Scar, how do you think of the new recruits? I’m definitely enjoying the chicks around here, though the guys ain’t so bad. They’re such lucky bastards though. The Benefactor’s throwing them a party again even though they act like such brats!” He gazed at Scarlet as she spoke, observing her beautifully defined body and the flaring sea of vermillion that flowed down with it. Her luscious lips seemed to move with the words she spoke and he didn’t care what she was saying so long as he could look intensely at his partner. Ignoring anything she was saying he then asked, “Hey, why don’t you tell me your power?” He eyed Scarlet suspiciously, circling around her as he spoke. “I mean, it’s been a long time since I joined and you’ve always just kept to yourself about it. We’re partners so shouldn’t we be looking out for each other?” Nick then put his arms around Scarlet and looked at her earnestly, this time showing genuine interest and concern for her. “C’mon, Scar. You know I worry about you sometimes. Why don’t you promise you’ll show me your power? It doesn’t have to be now since I know sometimes there has to be those opportune moments. But can you promise me you’ll show it to me?” Nick held on to Scarlet and stared into her eyes, awaiting an answer.

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Now, I see that we won’t be able to go have a tour around the town, which is still fine. You're free to go and look around this weekend as your jobs don’t start until Monday. However, I see that we need to get together as a group, so I’m going to plan a little something for us to do this evening. For now, I want you to get closer to each other, especially trying to find those who have just ran off. There are no more secrets in this place anymore since we have to get close to each other. It is important that a business runs as a unit that so happens to have many components. In fact, this may also be an excellent opportunity to try out your powers if you wish, as long as the other person is willing of course.” The Benefactor cast a warning look in Daniel's direction, almost like a mother scolding a child. It almost brought a smile to his face, but Daniel settled instead for shoving his hands deeply into the pockets of his jeans. “Again Daniel, I warn you on not making anyone...endowed with another person inside of them…unless they wish it upon themselves.”

Damn, I thought you forgot.” He deadpanned, his face completely void of emotion even though his voice oozed snarkiness.

He completely missed the explanation of why the elevator wasn't functioning, but in retrospect he couldn't be bothered. The Benefactor said he could go and that's just what he wanted to do. He wanted to get out of this crowded room and explore, roam around in wide open spaces instead of being cooped up in this room. Daniel wasn't concerned with conversing, not by any means, he just wasn't comfortable in confined spaces with an overbearing amount of people. He contemplated on whether or not that made him a tad claustrophobic but immediately dismissed the idea when he remembered his childhood; when he would be perfectly fine after Dick would shove him in his own bedroom closet just to laugh when Daniel finally 'came out'.

As the others began to file out, Daniel was brought out of his reverie, immediately turning to his friend with a lop-sided grin, “So Maki, you want to ditch this place and have Walter give us a tour of the town?”

"Sure," Maki nodded as he shrugged his broad shoulders. "But...who's Walter?"

Why, he's my personal chauffeur," Daniel chuckled, then pursed his lips in thought for a moment—providing a shrug of his own. “He's pretty much the Alfred to my Batman.” He made a nodding motion with his head, directing Maki towards the door as he took a grandiose step forward, “Come on, let's go. If we're lucky he'll still be outside.”

"Wait," Maki said with a furrow of his brows. "If you're Batman...does that make me Robin?"

Daniel's eyes lit up as he paused mid-stride, his head slowly turning to his Asian friend with his mouth ajar in a silent, ecstatic scream. "Abso-fucking-lutely!" He nearly hollered. Daniel quickly took hold of Maki's hand and pulled him out of the door, hollering, "Come Boy Wonder! To the Batmobile!" Daniel dragged his friend down the multitude of stairs, rushing down several flights before breaking out in a loud song, "Nananananananananananananananana BATMAN!" He flung himself off the steps, halfway down the last flight, barrel-rolling as he came into rough contact with the floor. He landed on his back, sprawled out in the shape of a five-pointed star, giggling as he heard Maki nag him from the bottom of the steps.

"Dude, be careful. I don't want you killing yourself."

He perked his head up, eyes wide in utmost seriousness as he peered over his chest, "Batman can't die."

With a shake of his head and a bemused chuckle, Maki traveled the rest of the way down, assisting Daniel to his feet. "You're seriously enjoying this too much."

Daniel shrugged, brushing himself off nonchalantly, "What can I say? Life's about making a fool of yourself and having a damn good time doing it." He gave his friend one last content smile before he motioned towards the grand entrance, "Come on, Alfred awaits." turning on his heels and they walked out, their stride mimicking that of the other. As they left the Corporation, Daniel pulled out his cell phone, shooting a text to his mystery lady so she wouldn't get mad at him for leaving again.


Hey there doll face ;) Dan here. Maki and I are going to have Walter show us around town and then do a little shopping. Fret not, dear maiden, we shall return before sunset, giving us ample time to recuperate before the little social gathering you and the Boss have planned. Ta-ta~


With a satisfied smile, he tucked his phone back into his pocket and strode down the walkway, pleased to see Walter reading the morning paper whilst leaning against the hood of his car. He tapped on the hood to get the old man's attention, smiling apologetically when he startled him. Walter returned the smile with one of his own, accepting the unspoken apology before he folded the paper.

"What can I do for you, Daniel?"

"I'd like to trouble you for a ride, if that's okay." Daniel replied with a smile. "My friend and I would like a tour of the town."

Walter beamed, pushing himself up off the hood before standing in front of the young men, "But of course, Daniel, it would be my honor." He cast a friendly smile in Maki's direction and held out his hand, his smile growing as the Asian automatically accepted it. The old man gave a firm shake, replying exuberantly, "And you must be Mister Makoto Oshiro. A pleasure to meet you, sir."

Makoto smiled coyly before scratching the back of his head. "Sup?" He said, shyly, but soon realized how out of place the statement felt. "Uh, I mean, right back at ya, Alfred..." He paused, obviously wanting to face palm himself.

"It's Walt-..."

"Come on Alfred!" Daniel interjected, having moved to the back passenger door as Maki made a fool out of himself. Walter turned to him, frowning—even in his eyes. Daniel beamed in response, watching Maki awkwardly meander to the other side of the back seat from his peripheral. "We're going to take you to the mall. Maybe get you a new hat or something."

Daniel and Maki both climbed into the backseat as Walter opened the driver's side door, "You'll find that I don't often wear hats, Mister Brennan." He stated before plopping down behind the wheel. He turned as he shut the door, looking over at Daniel in faint exasperation, "And would it trouble you greatly to address me by my name, sir?"

"What have I told you, Alfred?" Daniel asked mid-chuckle, rolling his eyes with a shake of his head, "It's strictly Dan or Daniel, no 'sir' or 'Mister Brennan'."

Walter huffed slightly as he turned around, mumbling under his breath slightly, "Quid pro quo, Mister Brennan."

Daniel cocked an eyebrow as Maki stifled a laugh beside him, smirking before he steered his attention to the landscape outside his tinted window. Daniel is typically a very talkative person. More often than not he’ll be prattling on about senseless subjects and various pop culture issues, but in the car he is very reserved. He’ll sit for hours at a time in the car, remaining perfectly still, lost in the hectic confines of his own mind. Today, however, something was nagging at the back of his mind—something he’d overheard when The Benefactor was dishing out everyone’s life story. He glanced towards Maki, rubbing his fingertips against his thumb as his elbow remained propped up on the window frame. Maki? In the Mafia? That couldn’t be right. Surely The Benefactor was exaggerating the truth. Or maybe he wasn’t, Daniel thought, Appearances can be deceiving. Daniel ran his fingers through his hair idly, his gaze remaining on this seemingly timid man at his side. Eventually Maki glanced over, feeling Daniel’s eyes regarding his profile. His friend’s expression changed to one of self-consciousness. Maki anxiously began touching his face, looking at Daniel in confusion.

"What?” He asked, "Is there something on my face?”

Daniel smirked, not knowing exactly how to approach the subject. It was a delicate one, he was sure, and should probably be handled with careful precision. "So you and the Mafia, huh?” Daniel deadpanned, "What’s that about?”

Maki immediately began avoiding eye contact and stared at his fingers as they idly plucked at his shirt. "Uh..." Daniel could tell he struggled for the right words to say. "My...my father was a mob boss." He left it at that, his leg shaking nervously. It was obvious that he was uncomfortable with the subject.

A moment passed between them, Daniel exchanging looks from Maki to the back of Walter’s head. He knew he should probably leave it that, never approach the subject again until Maki wanted to bring it up, but he just couldn’t. And—for some reason—Daniel knew it wasn’t for his own benefit. He could honestly go without knowing about Maki’s past and be perfectly fine. The guy he was looking at now was one he was content with befriending. He liked Maki; could see them becoming fast friends. Maybe that’s why he pressed the issue. Daniel placed a hand on Maki’s shoulder, squeezing slightly to comfort him, "Makoto-…” He began, using his friend’s full first name to draw his attention, "You can tell me anything. Whatever you want to get off your chest, I’m here. It’s between you and me.” He waited for Maki to look at him again before giving him a reassuring smile, holding out his pinky. He smile broadened as Maki glanced down at it, then back up at him. "Pinky promise.” Now, anyone his age would probably think his ‘pinky promise’ was a joke—but the sincerity in eyes was too apparent to ignore. Pinky promises, to Dan, were like blood oaths. He never broke a pinky promise, even growing up. It probably originated from his time as a child, when he still believed there were monsters hiding under his bed. He’d have his father or his brother check and see if there were any and when they told him there wasn’t Daniel made them pinky promise that they weren’t lying. They did and, to his relief, there never were. For whatever reason, it always made Daniel feel reassured. Since then he’s utilized the pinky promise for only the most important things. Keeping Maki’s dark past a secret between them…being there for Maki in his time of need from here on out—that was one of the most important things he’d ever promised anyone.

Maki met Daniel's gaze, allowing a small meek smile to adorn his face. He wrapped his right pinky around Dan's left one. "Pinky promise..." He nodded. Maki then pulled his finger away before sighing, slowly revealing his own story. "My father wanted me to be like him, you know, take over the family business, but I couldn't do it. I wanted to dance...own my own studio and teach, maybe even become a professional," he paused, scratching the back of his head nervously before continuing. Daniel listened intently, his own hand resting in his lap, "But my father wouldn't have it, said I was a disgrace to my family and I was breaking tradition. He forced me to...to kill a man, brutally kill him. I watched him be burnt alive and I'm the one that set the fire. My dad held a gun to my head, literally, and threatened to pull the trigger if I didn't comply. Says he was teaching me to be a man." He released a bitter laugh that held no humor. "I couldn't live like that...so I faked my death and the next day, I wake up here."

Daniel sat, frozen in shock as he remained silent. Fathers forcing their career on their sons was one of those stereotypically Asian things, but he’d never heard of a dad being a Mafia boss. He couldn’t fathom what his friend went through. Daniel had to fight back the urge to hug him, especially after that bitter laugh pierced his heart. He hadn’t known the man for more than a few hours and yet the prospect of knowing that all of that had happened to him hurt him more than he could contemplate. Maki rubbed the nape of his neck, the movement snapping Daniel out of his stoic reverie. "Crazy, huh?"

He didn’t know what to say at first, but he couldn’t prevent the breathy scoff that fled his lips. "Yeah,” he thought aloud, wincing at how nonchalant it sounded. There was a brief moment of silence between them until Daniel couldn’t suppress his need to further comfort his friend. He wrapped his arm around Maki’s shoulder in a half hug, looking down at his face as a faint comforting smile adorned his features, "Too bad you’re old man wasn’t a doctor or something.” It was a half-hearted joke, a measly attempt to cheer his friend up even though he was at a loss for words.

"I just told you about the lowest point of my life," Maki said in slight disbelief. "And you manage to still come up with a stereotypical racial slur." He let out a weak chuckle. "I've only known you for a few hours and I can already tell you'll be a handful."

Daniel smirked, "But I still made you smile.” He muttered, tightening his hold on Maki, resting his cheek against the side of the younger man’s head for a brief moment before pulling away, "In the end, that’s what I’m here for. I’ve never been much good for anything else.”

Maki responded with a meek smile, averting his eyes to the window. "Thanks for listening, I guess. Not the normal way to start a friendship...but look where we are, we've passed normal when we woke up in our apartments."

Daniel smirked, about to open his mouth to respond when-…

Pardon the interruption Mister Brennan,” Walter interjected, looking at Daniel through the rearview mirror before glancing at Maki, “Mister Oshiro” he looked back to the road, “On your left you’ll see Willowstone Blue Cross Hospital. You’ll be working there, Mister Brennan. And on the right you’ll see the Willowstone Psychological Care Facility-…” Walter carried on, continuing to give a tour of the town as a sense of contentment lingered between the two young men. Daniel felt a shift in the nature of their quiet, it was less awkward—more comfortable. As if that confession of Maki’s past brought them that much closer to friendship. Daniel would like to believe that it had. But then again he’s a ‘half-full’ kind of guy.

About an hour passed and Walter had driven them throughout the small town. Daniel was antsy at this point, anxious to get out of the car and stretch his legs. He’d seen the same street sign three times now, saw everything this place had to offer. He could probably go around town with his eyes shut and navigate with ease after such a long time spent in the back of the moving vehicle. What he needed was some entertainment. Daniel looked over to Maki, and furrowed his brows in a childish pout as he took in the younger man’s calm demeanor. How could this guy not be bored out of his mind, Daniel asked himself in the depths of his sporadic consciousness. He couldn’t stand it anymore. Subsequently, Daniel began rolling around in his seat until his legs were draped over the back of it—his chestnut hair inches from touching the floorboard. "Alfred I’m bored,” Daniel stated in a childlike whine. Maki cupped his hand over his own mouth, stifling his laughter as Walter glanced into the back seat, whipping his head back in a double take, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

Mister Brennan, please!” he hollered, his voice a higher octave as he panicked. “Sit in your seat properly! I assure you, we’re almost there!”

Daniel groaned in reluctance, sitting upright again as they pulled up to a stoplight. They were in midst of midday traffic, cars coming in and out of the Market Place in stylized simplicity. Daniel watched the cars go by, boredom creeping back up as he frowned in disappointment. There were no Punch-Buggies or Bruiser-Cruisers anywhere. It was then his eyes lingered to the Market Place itself, catching sight of a two story shopping plaza that could only be the mall he’d been so anxious to get to. Walter drove forward into the parking lot, searching for the closest spot it had to offer. Daniel was practically bouncing up and down in the leather seat like a kid on a school field trip. As soon as Walter put it in park, he bolted out of the car, standing at the rear end of the vehicle as if he couldn’t go in without supervision. Walter opened the door for Maki, eyeing the childish man with an incredulous stare. Maki just shook his head with a grin, walking along side Walter as Daniel led them into the mall. He completely in awe by its size and grandeur, eagerly scanning all that the mall had available. Suddenly, as if on cue, his stomach growled loudly. Daniel glanced around, seeking out the nearest clock. It was well past noon, no wonder he was starving.

"Hey, how about we get something to eat?” He suggested as the men behind him finally caught up, "I’m famished

"Cool,” Maki agreed, gesturing over the one of the adjacent food stands, "There’s a burger joint right over there,”

"Oh, thank God,” Daniel jeered with a fake sigh of relief, "I was afraid you were going to suggest Panda Express or something."

"But I’m Jap-…”

Hey Walter-…” He interjected, paused to laugh before sucking in his lips, holding the rest back. The old man smiled pleasantly, waiting for him to get himself together, "What do you want to eat? Anything on the menu, I’m buying.”

Walter gave a courteous nod, “How very kind of you, Daniel. I hope it’s not too much trouble that I’d prefer a salad from Chick-fila instead.”

Daniel guffawed, putting on a mock British accent, "No trouble at all, old bean. I’d prefer a bit of the poultry myself .” He laughed and dropped the accent, looking over at Maki, " We’ll pick yours up first, like I said, it’s on me.”

Walter stopped the boys before they took a step forward towards the counter across the food court. “Please, allow me, Daniel.” Walter insisted. Daniel cocked his brow, and Walter narrowed his eyes, “As recompense for you paying for my meal.”

The old man graciously took their order, insisting that he fetch their food for them. Maki was reluctant to say the least, but Daniel held no qualms so long as he paid the bill. Daniel handed the old man a twenty dollar bill, telling him what he wanted before Maki hesitantly did the same. Walter sauntered over to the burger joint as Daniel led Maki over to the table, pulling out his phone and tapping into the mall’s wifi. He checked their shop directory, scanning through their options. He suppressed a cheer when he saw that they had a Starbucks, unable to contain his excitement when he saw a Spencer’s towards the back of the second floor. The boys were picking and choosing what stores to visit first by the time Walter came back with two trays of food. Daniel met the old man halfway to the table, carrying the heavier of the two. Walter gave him a small smile of thanks before setting the tray down in front of Maki. Daniel pulled the chair out for the old man, Walter letting out a gravely chuckle as he took a seat. Dealing out the meal, he didn’t take his own seat until Walter had his food set out before him. He plopped a waffle fry into his mouth, looking at Maki’s meal. He frowned, holding his chicken sandwich in his hands as he silently judged him.

Maki’s glance averted once or twice to Daniel’s expression before he tired asked, "What is it this time, Daniel?”

"You’re drinking water.”

The younger man cocked his left brow, as if he was expecting more an explanation, "And-…?”

"You could’ve had a soda.” Daniel responded, speaking as if it were obvious.

"I want to be healthy. Water’s good for you.”

"Water is for the poor.” He deadpanned.

"Ironic that you say that because, technically, I’m richer than you.”

"And yet I can afford soda,” Daniel replied, quirking his brows, as he took a quick sip, “Go figure.”

Maki rolled his eyes, "Whatever Daniel, just drink your soda and be unhealthy.”

I will, and I welcome the kidney stones that follow.” Daniel quipped, taking another hearty swig. He dove into his sandwich, feeling stuffed by the time he plopped the last waffle fry into his mouth. Walter took up their trash as Daniel polished off the last of his Dr. Pepper, checking his phone again for the map before tucking his phone away for the rest of their voyage.

ImageMuch to Daniel’s discontent, Maki dragged them into a Foot Locker. For the majority of the time, Maki darted from one side of the store to the other, in utter awe at their selection. Daniel hung back with Walter, making jokes about it, uttering minor quips about other customers as he people watched with the old man. Daniel found comfort in the older man’s laughter, his mood picking up as he saw Maki stride up to them carrying two bags of newly purchased foot wear. Daniel just shook his head, not wanting to comment as they left the store. Falling in stride with the other two men, they moved to GameStop next, which was way more Daniel’s speed. He ended up buying The Last of Us and Bioshock Infinite as he and Maki dorked out over their discussions on the best games. To Daniel’s relief they had a lot in common, especially in game play. They left and continued on whilst Daniel shared a story about a time he and his brother went to the mall and he’d won a bet about being able to pick up more girls than Dick. He got a couple of laughs, gesticulating throughout, and he stopped right at the end of his story as a Bath & Body Works came into view. Daniel dragged them into the store, despite their protests, and their nostrils were almost immediately assaulted. Maki took one inhale and his eyes widened considerably, trying to hold his breath without being outright rude and covering his nose. Walter did the same, holding himself at a higher posture, breathing through his mouth discretely to alleviate the stench. That’s when a bubbly woman caught sight of them, she sauntered towards them, greeting Daniel with a forced friendliness. “Hi there! Welcome to Bath & Body Works. Is there something I can help you with?”



Why yes, there is.” Daniel stated with a suave tone, “I’m looking for a scent for my girlfriend.”

Maki seemed confused, "But…Daniel…didn’t The Benefactor say that your girlfriend-…?”

Shut up Maki,” Daniel interjected quickly, casting him a look before he smiled at the woman sweetly, “I have a girlfriend. Could you point me in the direction of some of your top scents?”

Sure-…” The woman slowly agreed, she lead them over to a section and held a bottle up for him. “This one is called Forever Red,” she replied with a rehearsed bubbliness before squirting it onto her wrist, blowing on it for a moment before holding it out to Daniel, “What do you think?”

Daniel leaned forward at the waist, his nose barely touching this woman’s wrist as he took a ginger whiff of the scent. “Oh my God,” he thought aloud, his eyes widening a bit as his pupils dilated. He leaned forward once more and took a greedy sniff, “Oh my God. This is amazing.” The woman smiled, pulling her wrist away, but Daniel ceased it, “Wait, not done.” The woman blushed as Daniel pressed the tip of his nose against the inside of the woman’s wrist, his eyes shut as he let out a small moan of appreciation. He pulled away with a grin, pointing to it as if he were a little boy asking for candy. “That one. Ring that up, that’s the one.”

The woman stammered a bit, grabbing a new bottle off the shelf before she lead Daniel to the counter, Maki and Walter following behind—slightly chuckling. Daniel carried the bag without shame, reaching in to spritz his neck with the scent as they made their way to Spencer’s. “I don’t know why they called it Forever Red,” Daniel prattled, “They should call it, like, Latin Goddess or something. I smell fucking delicious.”

Maki nearly stopped in his tracks, "Wait…you got that for yourself?”

Daniel pouted, “I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

Sir, pardon me if this comes off as rude, but-…” Walter interjected, “Would you perhaps be…a bit of a ponce, by chance?”

Don’t act like I don’t know what that means,” Daniel retorted, “I watch BBC, I know what it means. And no, I’m not a ponce.”

"What’s a ponce?” Maki asked.

I believe you Americans refer to it as ‘being gay’,” Walter answered

Shut up! I’m not gay.”

"Well you can kind of understand where he’s coming from-…”

Shut it!” Daniel growled, sighing as he veered off towards his favorite store. “Let’s make a stop here and we’ll head for Starbucks before we go home.”

"But...but...this is Spencer's. It's dirty in there, Daniel. we should go somewhere else." Maki stammered, his anxiety apparent in the way he picked at the hem of his shirt.

Daniel gave Maki an incredulous look for a moment, “What are you, five? Come on,” he insisted, dragging the younger man inside by his wrist.

Walter paused by the door, “Actually sir, if you don’t mind, I’d like to go get your coffee instead. This store is a little too vulgar for my taste.”

Oh, sure thing, Alfred.” Daniel responded quickly, ignoring Maki’s look of shocked rebuttle. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out another twenty from his wallet, never ceasing his hold on his friend. He handed it over, reciting the same order he got every time he went there. “I want a venti mocha frappuchino. What do you want, Maki?”

Maki huffed, looking at Walter as he politely responded, "A grande caramel frappuchino with extra caramel, please.” Walter dismissed himself with a nod, heading off towards Starbucks as Daniel tugged Maki into the store, stopping in front of the shirts. Maki held his wrist as he looked at Daniel with a slight pout before piping up, "Are you sure you need caffeine?”

Daniel held up a shirt before refolding it and returning it to its place, idly looking through the selections while he glanced at Maki ever so often, “I’ve drank so much caffeine over the expanse of my lifetime that it hardly affects me.” He caught sight of a funny shirt and let out a chuckle, holding it up for Maki to see, “What do you think?”

"I think it's a little mean," he glanced nervously around the store, eyes glancing at the toys and vulgar jokes. "Uh, you should buy it so we can leave..."

We’re not going anywhere until Alfred comes back with my coffee.” Daniel stated, folding the shirt over his arm before he dove for another that caught his eye. “This one’s funny. I’m definitely going to need this on some occasion.” He chuckled. He eyed his nervous friend who just stood there getting scarred for life and he emitted a devious smirk, “You better hope he comes back before I lose interest in these because then we move to the toy section. And believe you me, they aren’t the kind you get a Wal-Mart.”

Maki panicked visibly and literally deflated in relief when Walter announced his presence, waiting at the door with their coffee. Maki rushed over to the man, sipping at his frappe while Daniel bought the shirts, taking his perfume out of the bag and sticking it into his the one from Spencer’s along with his games. Throwing away the evidence, he took his coffee with a small thanks, slurping it down as Walter chuckled in bemusement. Daniel finished his by the time they’d got to the car, tossing it in a bin outside before calling shotgun. Maki sat in the backseat, sipping away as Walter tried to adjust to someone else’s presence in the passenger side. They eventually returned to the Corporation, before sunset as he promised. He sent a quick text to his mystery lady telling her that he had returned and he let Maki go to his room, hanging back with Walter to talk about their favorite BBC shows whilst sitting on the hood of the car.

Thirty minutes later, Daniel meandered down the hallway in an abnormally good mood, bag of purchases in hand. The hallways was nearly deserted save for the melancholy fellow Daniel had flirted with earlier But the younger man was the least of his concern. Things were finally starting to look up for him. He’d been given a second chance at life and he’d already made two new friends. He couldn’t be happier.

With his eyes half-lidded and a pep in his step, Daniel sung his way down the hallway. He got out his keys once he got in close proximity, well into the chorus by then. “Heaven isn’t too far away!” Daniel paused at his door, still singing as he unlocked his door. The lack of movement beside him despite there being the silhouette of a person brought him out of his reverie. Daniel did a double take as he sent a weak glance towards the man to his left, recognizing him almost immediately, having forgotten the man was there already. A wide smile spread across his face as he pointed at him, “Hey, I know you! I sang to you.” The younger man gave him an odd look so Daniel tried to refresh his memory, “Remember?” He mimed out his previous air guitar, grinning again before sticking his hand out, “Hi. Name’s Daniel, Daniel Isaac Brennan. And you are?” The younger man opened his door, shaking his head as if he got the impression that Daniel was a giant ignoramus and wasn’t worth his time. Daniel’s smile faltered a bit as he let his hand fall to his side, remembering that Maki had failed to do the same thing hours earlier. “Not a handshake kind of guy, right.” The door slammed in his face and Daniel smirked, “Alright. Challenge Accepted.” Daniel retired to his own apartment, turning up the stereo high as AC/DC blared through the speakers.

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After his exit, Jasper took it upon himself to finish the last of his cigarette before throwing it on the floor and stomping it out. Stuffing his hands into the pocket of his jeans, Jasper took this time to get a little more familiar with his 'new home'. He idly walked around the place, eyes judging it all. He then made his melancholy way back to his apartment. His hand reached into his pocket to retrieve the key to his new place. He wasn't surprised the corporation was mundane and drab. He only prayed that his job would be enough to keep him entertained. He was going to be a detective. "The irony," he muttered to himself, musing over the fact that people wanted to actually attempt to help him. How did they even plan on doing that? It wasn't like making him solve cases was going to suddenly make him want to be a nicer human being. This was like some sick game; force them all to face their tragedies every single day until they finally cracked. Jasper thought this through as he opened the door to apartment 277.

Daniel meandered down the hallway in an abnormally good mood. The hallways were nearly deserted save for the melancholy fellow Daniel had flirted with earlier But the younger man was the least of his concern. Things were finally starting to look up for him. He couldn’t be happier. With his eyes half-lidded and a pep in his step, Daniel sung his way down the hallway. He got out his keys once he got in close proximity, well into the chorus by then. “Heaven isn’t too far away!” Daniel paused at his door, still singing. The lack of movement beside him despite there being the silhouette of a person brought him out of his reverie. Daniel did a double take as he sent a weak glance towards the man to his left, recognizing him almost immediately. A wide smile spread across his face as he pointed at him, “Hey, I know you! I sang to you.”The younger man gave him an odd look so Daniel tried to refresh his memory, “Remember?” He mimed out his previous air guitar, grinning again before sticking his hand out, “Hi. Name’s Daniel, Daniel Isaac Brennan. And you are?”

ImageJasper frowned at the obnoxious man beside him, finding his peppy attitude absolutely irritating. When the stranger attempted to engage him in conversation, he almost snorted at the thought, but instead he kept his expression empty of any emotion, looking at the man with blank eyes. He said nothing when the guy introduced himself, simply looking at his hand then back at his face with a disgusted sneer. He could already tell that this guy was going to be a real pain in his ass.

Daniel’s smile faltered a bit as he let his hand fall to his side. “Not a handshake kind of guy, right.” Jasper rolled his eyes, shaking his head solemnly before ignoring the idiot completely and slamming his door in the stranger’s face. Daniel smirked, “Alright. Challenge Accepted.” He then retired to his own apartment, turning up the stereo high as AC/DC blared through the speakers.

Jasper locked his door, throwing his leather jacket onto his couch and plopping down, wordlessly. He wasn’t too happy at the moment, but he was pretty intrigued by his gift. Being able to see the past and future of objects sounded kickass in his opinion. Jasper reclined on his sofa, closing his eyes; ready for rest and relaxation, however, his sapphire orbs quickly fluttered open when the blaring of an electric guitar was barely muffled through the walls. He grunted in frustration. Could he not rest in peace in this godforsaken shit-hole? Was everyone hell bent on fucking up his day? He was beginning to think that these people were doing this on purpose. Jasper pushed himself to his feet, walking over the wall that was adjacent to the flat screen television and banged his fist against the plaster. “Turn that shit down, asshole!” He shouted.

Daniel grinned, hearing a yelling coming from his bedroom. He bolted through the hallway, practically leaping on top of the bed as he serenaded the wall at full volume, belting out the lyrics as he put himself up against the wall.“Back in black! I hit the sack! I been too long and I'm glad to be back! Yes I am let loose from the noose that's kept me hanging about! I keep looking at the sky cause it's gettin' me high! Forget the hearse cause I'll never die!”

Jas growled, anger festering inside of him like an infected sore. He banged his fist against it again, but was only met with the culprit's annoying voice. Huffing, the Russian kicked the wall before storming out of his apartment and going next door. He banged his fist against the entrance, eyes screaming bloody murder. Turn it off before I do it for you!”

Daniel rushed into the living room as he heard the loud bang against his door. He turned it down, but only a little, knowing it wouldn’t solve the problem. It seemed as if he couldn’t get rid of his smile, even as he sauntered to the door to dissuade the angry fire in his new neighbor. If this guy thought he got it bad, he should give the Andrews a call. He opened the door, meeting the man’s aggravated gaze, caught aback by how intensely blue they were. The thought brought a slow grin to his face. “Tell me your name.”

Jasper crossed his arms over his chest, sneering down at the bastard. His nostrils flared and his piercing icy eyes narrowed with murderous intent. He had only known the guy for less than ten minutes and he was already thinking about committing homicide. His jaw clenched, muscles flexing in pent up rage. “Fuck you,” he growled. “Keep the music down or I’ll break it, am I clear?”

"Your name is Fuck You?" Daniel asked, his face distorted in mock pity and disgust, "Wow, your parents are brutal."

Jasper rolled his eyes, “Whatever, I don’t have the patience to deal with your shit right now. Just keep it down,” with that, he turned to head back to his apartment.

Daniel's eyes widened a bit as he watched the man turn, quickly seizing him by the arm. "Wait!" Boy, if looks could kill. As soon as the other man touched his arm, Jasper gave him the ultimate death glare from hell. He clenched his fist, fighting the overwhelming urge to break the stranger’s nose. “If you want to keep your fingers,” Jasper said through clenched teeth. “You’ll let go of me.” He reached into his pocket for his father’s swiss army knife, flicking it open and allowing it to glint in the light, menacingly. Daniel's smile waned, his face one of determination as he crossed his arms over his chest, "If you don't tell me your name, I'm not turning it down."

Jasper's muscles relaxed only a bit as he turned away. He walked to his door, opening it before glancing over his shoulder at the annoying man. "Jasper," he grunted. "Next time, I'm crushing your stereo." With that said, he slammed his door shut with a grimace on his face.

Daniel watched him go, his normally cheery demeanor erased to one of apathy and faint curiosity. The door slammed shut and Daniel immediately yelled out, “My name’s Dan!” but he knew he probably wouldn’t get anything else out of his new neighbor. He sighed, letting the name of the gloomy fellow sink in. He tried it on for size, “Jasper.” He scoffed, his mouth perking up in his trademark lopsided grin, “Jasper.” He liked the way it sounded, how it made him grin for no reason. He pursed his lips, nodding as he reentered his apartment. He turned the radio down so that the noise couldn’t vacate the thick lining of his apartment walls. They may be ‘sound proof’ but Dan was proof enough that it didn’t live up to its name. Needless to say, he was looking forward to getting to know this Jasper guy a bit more.

“Prick,” Jas, scoffed as he ventured deeper into his apartment. The only thought in his mind at that moment was: I am not looking forward to getting to know this Dan guy any more than I have to.

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The absence of another presence in the apartment made the loneliness almost oppressing. He passed the kitchen, into the living room, turning off the stereo to avoid any further altercations with his neighbor. The silence was suffocating. Daniel half expected his brother to come walking around the corner, but the sheer knowledge that he wouldn't made him all to aware of the seclusion. Your rooms provide everything you need, Daniel mused mockingly, almost bitterly, If that were true I would've been given a roommate. With nothing else to do, he took the initiative to explore his new apartment. The small hallway led to three doors, one of which was his bedroom. He decided to go in there and get better acquainted with the way it was set up. He opened the closet beside the door and saw a supply of work clothes and a tux. Must be for the dinner party, Daniel assumed, shutting the door and heading to the other side of the room. Behind that door was a master bathroom.

Daneil whistled, taking it all in, “Impressive.”

He left his bedroom, checking the door to his left to find a guest bathroom. He gave a nod of approval before shutting that and going into the room across from his bedroom. Upon entry, his eyes lit up. It was his own little home office, complete with his own computer and a few posters he'd had in his old bedroom in Dick's apartment. He sat down, logging onto Skype to see if there was anyone online he could talk to. Out of all of his friends, his father was the only one online. Which was odd, considering the patriarch of the Brennan family wasn't as in tune with computers as the Brennan sons, but it was still a pleasant surprise. He started a video call, crossing his arms on the desk with an anxious smile plastered on his face. It only took a moment before his father's visage came into view and Daniel beamed.

ImageHe wasn't looking into the camera, his attention cast elsewhere instead and Daniel could see the intense focus in his eyes as well as hear the faint sound of Nirvana in the background. That's why he was online, Daniel chuckled, he's in his garage. “Hey Dad,” he greeted into the computer, hearing his own voice echo off of the cemented walls. No doubt his father was fixing up one of his vehicles. “What brings you to the garage today?”

"A black 1967 Chevrolet Impala." Robert Brennan replied, looking back over his shoulder to vaguely glance at his son as the corners of Daniel's smile nearly reached his ears. He suppressed a smirk at his youngest son's elation, knowing full well what was going on at the moment. He was having one of those 'fangasms' the boy kept prattling on about. He averted his eyes to vehicle in front of him, off camera, glancing between the array of pictures on the cork-board behind it and the car itself. "I stripped the motor and sent that to Rick's shop so he could clean it out and replace the rotted parts."

You're making Baby!” Daniel nearly squealed, “Oh my God! Can I see it?”

"No," Robert chuckled, "It may not be much of one now, but it's supposed to be a surprise."

For who?”

To that Robert cocked a brow, looking directly at his son with an incredulous glare, "Seriously?" he deadpanned, "Aren't you supposed to be the smart one? Your brother doesn't watch that shit."

Supernatural?” Daniel asked, knowing exactly what show they were both referring to. “I don't know why, it's a great show.”

"It is the most homoerotic show on television."

Shut up, they're my boys.” Daniel smiled, watching his father sit down in front of his computer, “Thanks Dad.”

"Huh?" Robert mused, turning his attention solely on his son. He saw the appreciation and adoration in Daniel's amber eyes and smirked, "Think nothing of it. I needed another project, and that car is pretty much the only one you know everything about so I figured if I put one together for you, you wouldn't be disappointed." A moment of silence passed between them, before Daniel's father realized he didn't recognize wherever his son was, "That's not Dick's apartment, is it? Where are you?"

Daniel shrugged, “I moved out.” He looked around aimlessly, “I wanted to stop mooching off him for room and board so I got a place of my own. I've got a new job too, which should be interesting."

"Should I be concerned?" That phrase in itself meant more than just what it read. That was Robert's way of asking his sons whether or not they could handle the situation by themselves. It was his way of saying that he'd be there if they needed him and all they had to do was ask for help. It was an unspoken symbol of trust. With that single phrase he put all of his trust and confidence in them, letting them know without a shadow of a doubt that he believed in them. So he didn't do much more than nod when Daniel replied, “I've got it, Dad.” They talked for about an hour or two about nothing in particular, just catching up. The call ended when Daniel figured he should get ready, and he said goodbye to his father, promising to text him whenever he could. He went to his bedroom, opening his closet to find something suitable for a formal dinner.