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Hailey Daniels

"I'm not mental I'm just not completely here... right?"

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a character in “The Gift of Innocence”, as played by Hallowed777

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"I assure you I am just fine. Right Penelope? See she agrees with me. You can't see her? Weird because she exists."




General Knowledge




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ImageFull Name:
Hailey Jane Daniels

Nickname:
Hale or Jane

Gender:
Female

Age:
18

Ethnicity/Race:
10% Greek, 30% American, and 60% British

Sexual Orientation:
Bi-curious

Room #:
205

Prior Occupation:
None

Current Occupation:
Empowerment Counselor




Things You Want To Know




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Hair Color:
Dirty Blonde

Eye Color:
Blue with Green flecks

Height:
5'5"

Weight:
106lbs.

Tattoos:
Has a cloud on her hip.

Piercings:
Other than ear piercings, no.

Scars:
She has a few scars from where she unintentionally hurt herself.

Character Color: Salmon1 - #F88158

Description: Hailey is seen usually as this messy kind of girl. Usually her hair is all over the place unless she actually takes the time to try and brush her own hair. Most of the time she just throws her hair into a messy bun and leaves it like that. Another thing is that most of the times she wears sweat shirt, and pants with tennis shoes because she wants to keep herself from scratching her arms. If she doesn't wear a sweat shirt and pants she would just wear long sleeve shirt and jeans if anything else except for those few times if its really hot and she would just finally wear short sleeved shirts, shorts, and flats. Her wearing short sleeved shirt is rare some times though.




For Better Or For Worse




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Personality:
{Absent Minded, Odd, Crazy, Paranoid, Loving, Dreamer, Creative, Sweet, Some times Short Tempered, Easily trusts}
Hailey is obviously not your average girl. She has been through a lot in her life that seems to be totally out of this girl's reach. She can't help what is wrong with her, and tries her best to comprehend things like other people do, but it just seems way to hard for this girl. Most of the time she is known to be well Absent minded if you please to call it that. She would stare at the ground, humming softly to herself and some time seven talking to herself. It's not until you talk to her or do something to get her attention when she finally snaps out of just this blank stare thing. People say she is odd maybe even a bit crazy. Little did they know that she is very odd and very much crazy. She talks to herself, often surrounding herself in her arms while talking to a person that she believes exist. This fake person is seen as one of her friend's aside from the fact that Female 3 is truly her best friend. Like most people just one best friend can't complete everything when you need just one more friend to talk to that is why her brain seemed to have just formed a friend in her mind. With this comes a little Paranoia not by purpose but just because she thinks that her imaginary friend or her actual friend is betraying her some how. She feels so hopeless to the point that now she is really paranoid and constantly feels betrayed for really no reason.

Even if she seems like this crazy, paranoid girl on the outside she can be this loving girl on the inside. She is mostly just loving towards her younger adopted sisters and her best friend even if her best friend would hit her constantly. With this said she doesn't know how to take charge of herself and doesn't know how to take care of herself in the event that she had to take care of herself. Secretly she is this dreamer kind of girl, always imagining things up to draw in her notebook while other times she thinks of different things to fill this huge mind that is always expanding with new ideas. No she isn't intelligent, but she does have this kind of creative value to her. If you were to ask her questions about her creative mind, depending on how you said it then you could see this kind of sweet side to her. She is a little like a small child you usually have to be kind to her to get the kind of response that you want. She doesn't take well to people being rude which brings us to the fact that some times she can be short tempered. Its something that just kind of happens. If you get on her nerves enough or say or do something that she doesn't approve of without really thinking it through she could just well like explode with anger or sadness. Finally you need to know that because of her random bursts of anger she doesn't really have to many friends, giving her this loner type of thing to her. She prefers some times just to be by herself because she is afraid to betrayed or worse by even being hurt by others. She it is way to easy for her trust people some times when it comes to those that she thinks she should actually give them a chance.
Hobbies:
- Sketching/ Drawing -
- Photography -
- Archery -

Habits:
- She messes with her long sleeves a lot -
- If she wears short sleeves some times she would start to scratch herself -
- She hums without really thinking about it -

Oddities:
- Mental (Has major schizophrenia) -
- Has a small asthma problem -
- Has a small Personality disorder -

Likes/Loves:
  • Penelope: "She's my best friend aside from Aradia, of course."
  • Drawing
  • Singing
  • Talking to herself: "No one really listens any ways."
  • Cheese Pizza
  • Puppies
  • Observing people's interactions
Dislikes/Hates:
  • When people yell
  • Feeling like a child
  • Getting hit: "I don't mind when Aradia does it though. She doesn't mean to hurt me."
  • Being talked down to
  • The color Red
  • Fruit salads





Stuff You Shouldn't know...




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Strengths and Weaknesses

Character Skills/Talents:
  • Team Player
  • Honest
  • Paitent
  • Art
Character Flaws/Weaknesses:
  • Unrealistic
  • Procrastinator
  • Not confident
  • Not good with stressful situations


Secrets:
- Has schizophrenia -
- Her best friend is a "toxic friend" -
- One of her foster parent's use to beat her -

Fears/Phobias:
- The Dark -
- Spiders -
- Running out of breath -



Remembering The Past




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Biography

Place Of Origin:
London, England

Birth Date:
August 22nd

History:
Hailey has had a pretty interesting life. It was pretty hard for Hailey due to the fact that she was constantly being bounced around from house to house, from group home to group home and hasn't really stayed in one place. Hailey Jane Daniels was born on August 22nd to Christian Celeste and Talia Celeste. The couple was blessed with this child due to the fact that her mother had been unable to have children, but was blessed with a single premature child. The child seemed to have nothing wrong with her even if she had been born prematurely. The couple took the baby girl home and cared for her for years, though, one year they did move to the United States where her grand parents lived and she was left there most of the time.

Everything seemed to just go down hill for the girl because when she turned 4 years old and had already learned how to walk, and talk she began to talk to herself. Claiming that she was talking to someone else and that Penelope was being rude to her in some kind of way her parent's began to wonder what was wrong with their child. They had taken her to the doctor's after that who started tests and blood work on her to try and figure out what was wrong with her. At the age of five she had been diagnosed with schizophrenia after an incident happen at home with Hailey. Her parent's were devastated, both outraged, and confused they decided that their daughter was too difficult to take care of because of their jobs and what she was diagnosed with. They just didn't seem to have the time to take care of her any more so they gave up on trying and pushed her into the foster care system just like that. Hailey wasn't really sure of what was going on and why she wasn't with her parent's but one thing she knew was that she was upset that her parent's had suddenly disappeared from her life.

For years she was constantly begin thrown from home to home, from group home to group home. One home -before she went to Victor and Gracie Daniels home- was absolutely terrible. They had a disgusting home and had pretty much no idea how to take care of a mentally unstable girl. When she would do something wrong and she hadn't even realized that she was doing wrong she would get beaten by her foster father. Leaving her damaged by the time she was once again snagged from the foster home and shipped away from where she was currently living which was now in California and was 10 Years old. Once again she was put into the orphan home and was left to hope for some kind of family that would actually care for her and not put her into foster homes again.

At age 13 she was moved into the Daniels home where soon enough she was adopted by the couple and was taken care of like she was their own daughter. The next few years was spent meeting a girl who soon enough became one of her best friend's who she trusts even if she hurts her and it also had her getting more adoptive sister's and an adoptive brother. Finally she was happy and safe in a home that she was able to grow up in instead of being moved to a foster home once again. During this time though at about 14 she was sent into a mental institute for a month or two after an incident happened at home where she tried to hurt herself after someone at her school said something extremely mean to her. After that she has found comfort in both her family and her best friend. Finally she has earned the loved she has kind of been getting most of her life.

Family Tree
Father || Christian Celeste || 41 Years Old || Bartender || Alive ||
Mother || Talia Celeste || 45 Years Old || Business woman || Alive ||
Adoptive Father || Victor Daniels || 33 Years Old ||
Adoptive Mother || Gracie Daniels || 34 Years Old || Model || Alive ||
Adoptive Sister || Ashton Daniels || 14 Years Old || Adopted || Mute || Alive ||
Adoptive Sister || Lilac Daniels || 8 Years Old || Adopted || Alive ||
Adoptive Brother || Seth Daniels || 16 Years Old || Adopted || Drug Abuser || Alive ||

Happiest Memory:
Getting out of a group home and moving to a permanent family

Saddest Memory:
Being abandoned by her parents and going to a mental hospital temporarily.




Theme Song




Cracks | Flux Pavilion
Leave the past behind, just walk away
When it's over, and the heart break
And the cracks begin to show

And the cracks begin to show

Leave the past behind, just walk away
When it's over, and the heart break
And the cracks begin to show
Begin to show [x7]

Leave the past behind
Begin to show [x6]

Leave the past behind, walk away
When it's over, and the heart break
And the cracks begin to show

Leave the past behind, just walk away
When it's over, and the heartbreak
And the cracks begin to show

And the cracks begin to show

Leave the past behind, just walk away
When it's over, and the heart break
And the cracks begin to show
Begin to show [x7]

Leave the past behind
Begin to show [x6]

Leave the past behind, just walk away
When it's over, and the heart break
And the cracks begin to show




Other




Other/Misc:

Wants to gain: The ability to feel normal and to actually feel important, though, she isn't really sure what exactly she wants to gain out of this.

Anything else:
- N/A -





OOC
Password:
I have been roleplaying for about 2 years on a different website and about 1 year on this website. My favorite type of roleplay would have to be fantasy.
How often can you get online?
I get online pretty often
How often can we expect you to be able to post?:
Depending on the time of year. Usually about everyday or every other day.

So begins...

Hailey Daniels's Story

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Hailey grumbled, tossing and turning violently before abruptly sitting up and rubbing her eyes hard. She was tired and this much she knew, she groaned loudly then glanced around this bedroom that she was in and which seemed much more... feminine than her actual room which was weird. Did her adoptive parent's come in and re-do her room while she was asleep? She had slept through a lot of noise before, but surely she would know if her room had been changed or not. She suddenly realized that her head was throbbing as well as realizing her new surroundings. Odd, that much was true. "You don't even know where you are do you?" The unreal voice of Penelope was clear in Hailey's ear, only her ears, and no one else's. "No, but I am sure I will know soon." She told Penelope, though, she hadn't realized that she was pretty much just talking to herself. Hailey sighed softly, looking over at a night table where a clock was. Checking the time she noticed that she woke up earlier than she usually did. "Stupid time, who needs it anyways?" she grumbled a little angrily only to be responded with complete silence. "Oh I see you’re going to give me the silent treatment now? Fine, be that way then." She mumbled then slowly slid out of her bed. This room was amazing, and warm at that which was good in her book. Could she be at a friend's house? Maybe a mental institute? Probably not because she didn't have many friends and well mental institutes weren't ever this nice.

After finally getting herself out of bed she went over to a pair of doors which after being pushed open she noticed that it led to a bathroom. An amazed looked came to her face, finally a bathroom where she had actually had room to move around in. She went over to the bath tub where she began to run the water, pushing her hand under the cold water she smiled softly. Stopping the water she hesitated before leaving the bathroom and going back to her bed. She noticed a letter sitting there on the opposite night stand where her clock had been placed. Curiosity got the better of her and she hurried over to the letter, lifting it to her eyes and reading its contents. Slowly her body shifted so that while she read the letter she could sit down on her bed while taking in all of this information. So that's why her head was throbbing and why she woke up in a mysterious place. "See now you know why your here. That's a good thing right?" She heard Penelope's voice in her ears again which Hailey proceeded to scratch. "Yeah I guess you could say that, and I suppose it is a good thing. Hey wait I thought you were ignoring me!" Of course and once again she was left with no answer from Penelope whom of which had randomly disappeared into nothingness.

Hailey glared in the spot where Penelope had once been standing before standing, set down the letter, and walking back to the bathroom where she quickly took a nice warm bath. Once she was finished with her bath she threw on a pair of clothes and messed with her hair which was into a mess of tangles. She made a soft hissing noise as she ran her fingers through her hair to comb out a few of the knots before she tossed it into a messy bun. "Always a messy bun, you never really take the time to make yourself look nice." Penelope commented which started to make Hailey frustrated with the imagination that her mind was making. "Are you serious Penelope?! If you’re just going to ignore me after I talk to you then just stay away for a while, okay?!" She snapped a little bitterly at the corner of the room, and once again Penelope was gone which left Hailey feeling upset that she had may have hurt her friend's feeling. Friend... she began to wonder if she would see her best friend again. Maybe her best friend was here with her or maybe not but she really hoped she was.

Finally she grabbed the piece of paper with her room number then stuffed it into her pocket. Her hesitation was obvious as she grabbed the door handle and turned to so that she could exit the room. Peeking outside the door she glanced down both hallways were she saw a few people standing. Her feet felt like bricks that she was dragging across the floor, and she wasn't sure why she was so hesitant on meeting these people. Usually she was always trying to talk to people, but she guessed that because she woke up in a mysterious place that she had a pretty good reason why she was nervous. Upon approaching the other females she stopped a few feet away from them. This was just in time to hear one girl introduce herself and give the rest a little wave which made Hailey raise her hand and wave back at her. Harper she had heard her introduce her name. Her name was better than hers by a long shot due to the fact that most names were more creative than Hailey. Oh well, "I'm Hailey," She told Harper and the rest of them softly.






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Zeus kept his eyes shut tightly, wrapping his arms tightly around his body and pulling the unbelievably soft sheets over his body more. He wondered why the sheets were so soft and why he felt oddly safe. This wasn't home, it couldn't be because he never felt safe at home where his mother was. His body trembled slightly as he slowly opened a single eye, clutching his head gently with his hands as he noticed his head aching. He shook his head, mumbling softly under his breath about something. He glanced around the room noticing that he wasn't in his usual bedroom which was much smaller than this one and that he was somewhere else, though, the question was where else could he be? He hasn't ever recalled being somewhere this nice without his mother and her older friends. He bit his lip, looking more around the room. He noticed two different double doors and a single door that he assumed led to the outside into something that he didn't know about. Sluggishly he moved in just enough time to get a glimpse of some kind of paper on the night stand on the opposite side of the night stand with a clock and his phone on it. Raising an eyebrow he reached over and grabbed the letter which he opened. He hesitated on reading it because he started to stretch both his legs and arms before bringing the letter close to his face so he could start to read the letter that was on the night stand.

Almost everything had been explained in the letter which made his life a whole lot easier, though, he did have a few questions that he wanted to know about and that he would ask later about if he remembered to ask someone about the questions floating around in his head. He let out a long breath as he slowly slid from his bed, placing the paper with his room number down next to his clock before he began to investigate his room a little more thoroughly so that he knew his surroundings a little better. Stopping just before he went outside of his room due to the fact that he hadn't taken a shower and he was in his Pj's still. He didn't know what to do any more, and when he started to look through his drawers to see clothing in it he became confused about how long he may have been asleep. He wasn't just opening random drawers to see if he actually had clothes, but he was also looking to see if he could find any more letters about what to do and why he was here. He wasn't that messed up... right? Little did he actually know that deeply he felt completely lost and unsure of what his purpose was in life.

After searching his room for quite a while he finally slipped into the tub where he took a quick bath... Ha a quick bath. He never really took quick baths any more after what his mother would constantly do to him. Taking a long bath he quickly slipped into his clothes and adjusted his hair so that it suited him and he made sure it was perfect. Of course he was a little perfectionist when it came to his hair and appearance due to the fact that his hair and appearance was the one thing that he actually didn't want people to think badly of. Double checking himself he set down a comb on his sink, leaning on it with his hands placed on the sides of the sink before sighing softly. He felt a wave of relief rush over him as he inwardly thanked who ever this Benefactor was since he had saved him from wanting to do something terrible to himself because of his mom. He rubbed his arms, staring at the reflection of himself in the mirror above the sink for a while until he finally decided that he couldn't just stand there forever. He was sure he had to get out and look around. He needed to see where he might be standing for a little while, or for a long time. He wasn't quite sure how long this was supposed to last so he couldn't just assume anything just yet.

Finally he hurried from his restroom, snagging the piece of paper- which had his room number on it- and his phone which was resting next to the piece of paper and the clock on the night stand. This was going to be of massive use to him just in case he forgot which room he was in. He didn't want to seem like that single person who had no idea which room he was in. Shoving the piece of paper into his pocket he went towards the door where he slowly pushed it open and dragged his feet numbly against the ground while walking from his room. Part of him wish he would have slept in longer and would have spent more time getting ready since it seemed that a few people were discussing to each other about stuff that he wasn't sure about. Noticing the females made him nervous and he just shook his head in an attempt to not act like a complete freak. Closing the door behind him he walked away from his door and up and down the hallway before stopping and leaning against the wall directly in front of his room while he wait for some kind of instruction on what he was supposed to do right about now.

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Makoto was wide awake and he was extremely giddy. Despite the strangeness of waking up in an unfamiliar setting, Mack found himself lounging about and happily getting to know his surroundings. He walked around the small apartment as music blasted in his ears from his headphones. He danced around his new bedroom, mentally thanking The Benefactor for giving him this luxury. He was beginning to feel free already. He had already read the letter, had his freak out, and now he was indulging in the perks. He hummed along with the music as he moon-walked into the living room, spinning in place and shaking his head to the rhythm. It felt so good to know that he didn't have to be afraid anymore, no more commands, not more torment...no begs for mercy. He stopped his dancing as flashes of the terrible night rushed through his mind.

"Skin him or I'll skin you, boy," his father spat at him as he held the gun against Mack's head. Makoto's tears mingled with the sweat the dribbled from his forehead. His eyes locked with the frightened brown ones of his victim. "Do it!" Jun pressed the barrel against Makoto's temple, his patience warring thin. "Please...don't make me, dad...I can't." Mack closed his eyes, choking on his cries. The blood on his fingers were making him want to gag, but he held back the bile that threatened to break free. His father said nothing as he clicked the chamber. His tone was even and clear as he slowly counted back from ten.

Makoto flashed back to the present just as the song ended. He pulled the earbuds from his ears and placed his iPod into his pocket. He shivered before tearing his thoughts off of his father. Technically, he was dead, so he no longer needed to worry...he was free now...at least that's what he told himself. Absentmindedly, Makoto roamed the room, enjoying the fact that he had something that actually belonged to him. Mack took a deep breath, clearing his mind of all things negative. He should be happy, not dwelling on the past. He made his way to the exit. Opening the door, he looked to his left, spotting a woman coming out at the exact time he was. She looked like a model and he had to remind himself that it was rude to stare. He offered the girl a friendly smile and a small wave as more people entered the hallway. It seemed that she wasn't too pleased with his attention, so he said nothing to her and kept his head down. He didn't want conflict. Shyly, he approached the growing group of people and watched them interact.

First step to rebuilding his life was to make friends...Here goes nothing... he thought before opening his mouth to speak. He was reassured when a small girl introduced herself as Hailey. He placed a grin on his face, "I'm Makoto, but you can all call me Mack or Maki. It's nice to meet you." He released the breath that he been holding and mentally patted himself on the back. Good job, Maki. Smooth.

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Fiona let out a small groan as she felt the pounding in her head. Since when had she had a pounding in her head? Her insomnia was never this awful. It was always just a constant tick, tick, ticking and as much as it drove the Brit insane it was never this painful. She put her hand through her golden locks before opening her eyes to see that she wasn't in her room anymore, she wasn't even in her house anymore. If she was, she would have be in her bed with her eyes wide open from a night of maybe thirty minutes of sleep. Hearing the tip toeing of her older siblings as they try not make too much of a ruckus that their parents wake up to see their children sneaking out to do only God knows what. As she tried to process her thoughts and rethink about what had happen last night, she looked up at the lights above her as if she was trying to count how many times they seemed to sparkle. “What did I do last night?” It wasn't a possibility that she had gotten drunk. She was only nineteen after all and she didn't drink like others her age. After a moment, she decided that she could at least look around the room for some sort of clues about where she was at least. She pushed herself out of the plush bed and slipped her feet out of the covers, letting the cool air brush they in an instance. When picked herself up, she felt a sting of pain in her stomach remembering to newly healing scar she had left on her stomach a few nights prior. She pushed the pain away and looked around the room. When she looked at the vanity there was a letter unopened, as if it was for her. Even if it wasn't she was curious and decided to open it. As she read over it she scoffed more and more at the idea that the dream she thought she had last night wasn't a dream. She sat down from becoming overwhelmed. The one part she kept reading was:

I give them a “Gift of Innocence” that will help them move on. It is a special ability that gives you what you have lost along with your innocence and your tool in your job. Although I can give you your innocence back, it is still your choice whether you choose to move on or not.

She shook her head and let out another scoff before putting the letter down. She wasn't sure if it was true or if this was some guy's idea of kidnapping. But, if it said she could somehow earn her innocence back then she was all for it. How that was possible... She wasn't sure. But, she was determined to find out. But, first things first. She wasn't about to go out "exploring" in her nightgown. That was out of the question but it didn't seem as if she would find any clothes that would be hers. But looking in the walk in closet wouldn't hurt any, now would it? Opening the door to the walk in closet, she smiled looking at all the different colors and patterns. Not to mention how large it was, it made her one at home seem like a simple sliding closet. After moments of looking over the options she decided on a dress with tan colored flats paired with her glasses of course. She walked out of the closet and walked to the door next to it that she assumed was a bathroom which it was. She grabbed the ponytail holder from her wrist and put her curly mane up in a bun to keep it from getting wet. Not long after she was relaxing in the bath for a good five minutes before getting out and putting on her clothes.

Looking at herself in the full length mirror, she tilted herself a bit unimpressed at the reflection but didn't waste much time exiting the room, she didn't spend time to look in her living room only because she wanted to find out what was going on. Closing the door behind her, she looked at all the doors of the different rooms. “At least I know I'm not alone.” She said softly to herself as she walked towards the soft voices she heard. Before she knew it there were more people than she thought. One who had just introduced himself as Makoto as she walked up to the group. She cleared her throat and looked towards the people before speaking. “I'm Fiona.” She told them as she looked them over, trying to see if any of them were either wearing leather or anything else obviously made of animals. But stopped as soon as realized it looked like she was judging them.

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ImageYawning Rosalina slowly opened her eyes to a chandelier and cotton candy pink walls above her head. She wasn't at all shocked to see something different, she was use to waking up in the bed of strangers after a long night of partying. "Gosh!" Exclaiming as she picked up a pillow and slammed it to protect her eyes from the light; she was experiencing a horrible hangover headache. Sitting up she pulled the satin sheets closer to her chest as she examined the bedroom"Oh my god." She said to herself quietly, the room looked almost exactly like her old home when she had still lived with her parents. Everything was so expensive here, nice, and the perfect temperature, it certainly wasn't anything the crowd of people she had been with last night could afford. She had been doing drugs and drinking at a party like her new normal. It wasn't uncommon for her to leave with a man, but never had she come to a place so beautiful in the past few years. It was normally a ran down trailer or a mediocre home.

"How drunk was I last night?" Getting up out of the bed she let the heat of the floor sink up through her feet and into the rest of her body, "How rich are you?" Questioning the man she assumed was near by. When up she looked at the numerous different doors around the room: one in front of the bed, one beside the bed, and the other on the right wall. "So you're hiding?" Smirking she first went to the door on the right and once opening it spotted a living room. "You've got to be kidding! This man is loaded!" She began to recall the man from last night, but he was blurry from her drunken haze. He had offered her something, Sex... no. Drugs... I don't think so. Wasn't it something about a second chance? Questioning herself within her mind she walked over to the pinked floral coach and rubbed the soft fabric with her hand. Giggling she took off her shoes and began jumping up and down on it, it might not have been the right thing to do in someone else's house, but she wanted to. "Come out and play with me! Calling out she didn't get the reply she was looking for so when she was in the air she put her legs out and let the coach catch her in a cradle. Who ever that man is is being no fun!

Huffing she stood up and walked back into the room, Now on to the next door! This time she choose the door that had been next to the bed. Opening it up it lead to a bathroom that was pink and frilly like that other rooms she had been in. This man must have looked into my wildest dreams to make this house according to me. In owe she she shut the door behind her. Catching the glimpses of the full body mirror she to face it and looked at herself in the mirror: long blonde hair, makeup-less but glowing, pants-less with pink ruffled underwear, and her white tank top with a left bust pocket braless. I guess I did have sex... but not with the man from the alley, but what's that?. The realization made her feel dirty inside, but she noticed something sticking from the pocket, opening up she began reading in her head. My name is Sylvester Cromwell, but I am most commonly referred to as The Benefactor. I am the proud owner of The Gift of Innocence Corporation, and I am pleased to inform you that you have been chosen to become a part of my Special Working Staff. As part of my special staff, you are given your own room and other basic living needs; however this only extends to you and no other family members. The room you are in now is the room you will reside in, and the number is in the bottom right corner of your envelope in case you forget. You will also be receiving “The Gift of Innocence” which is unique to each person that receives it... I still got fucked, but at least this explains why I couldn't find the man. It defiantly hasn't been the man in the alley, meaning he found her this way probably thinking she was raped, thinking she had lost her innocences, but that was something she had lost long ago to Noah, which had been a mistake. Reflecting in the mirror was another door, Why so many doors? Turning to face it she walked over to it and pulled it open, So that's where the tubs at. The wash room was large with marble walls the same pink as everything else, two wooden doors, fake sliding doors that seemed to open up to a wall painting, a shower, and a jacuzzi for a tub. It's bath time! Stripping down to nothing she rushed over to the tub that had already been full of warm bubbling and popping water. "It's going to be a blast working here." Cooing as she slid deeper into the water she moaned slightly from the comfort of warmth she was receiving. Shutting her eyes as she soaked she feel asleep.

Waking up the headache she had had was gone along with all her bath water. "I guess this means it's time to get out." Saying so laughing she got out of the tub. Looking around for a source of towels she spotted a compartment under the tub. Opening it up she found the towels she was looking for. Taking two out she wrapped one around her hair and the other she used to dry off her body and wrap up in. "Now to the other doors." With random selection of the side by side doors she pulled back the right one to a kitchen. Not being hungry she voted not to explore the room, but she nodded with acceptance to the very lovely style of it. Closing the door to the kitchen she turned the knob of the left door that reviled a walk in closet. "Oh my Gucci I'm in heaven!" Being an expiring fashion designer of course this would have to be her favorite room. With every wooden row there was outfits already pared for her to wear, it was everything and more she could imagine. When entering the room she noticed a small device labeled Outfit Maker. Clicking on it it showed sections titled by what style if clothing it was. Touching Sexy Night Out. It listed off pictures of shirts, dresses, pants, jewelry, and other clothes items. Scrolling through she finally picked everything she wanted and pressed Assemble clothes and waited to see what happened. "Woe!" Was all she could say as the rows of clothes began to move, stopping on the outfit she had selected she walked over to it. With a huge grin of excitement she pulled the blue tank over her head and on to her bare skin, one leg after the other into the black shinny leggings, and lastly put both of her feet into the black heel spiked shoes. Take another looks at the jacket she decided she rather leave it where it was. "Now all I need is a blowdryer." Saying so to herself she heard a noise from behind making her jumping. Spinning around to look she noticed a drawer had opened that contained a hair drier. This place is so magically. Bending over to pick it up she turned to face another body mirror that had been in her closet and watched herself blow dry her hair.

With naturally perfect curls she out the drier where she had found it and left all the rooms she had been in before and returned to the bedroom, "One door left." Taking in a deep breath she reached for the knob, opened the door, and walked out into a large hallway full of people. This just be the other workers. Walking over to a groups of people she gave a warm welcoming smile, "Hello everyone, I'm Rosalina." Telling who ever was listening.

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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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A man suddenly opened a door near him and Alton turned his head. He obviously knew what was happening, very confident and forward. He didn’t miss beat as he approached Alton 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!” There was an awkward pause between them as, despite Nick saying he had places to be, he didn’t move leaving Alton to stare at him, waiting for something else to happen.

“Um-” The man started, but was cut off as Nick started speaking again. The man seemed finished for real this time as he began to quickly walk towards the direction the women were in. Alton found he didn’t need a response to the last statement and he began to follow Nick, it wasn’t long before they reached the small group that was forming. Two girls were talking to each other, a peppy blond, and a unsettling brunette. They seemed tolerable… enough. Alton, however, was much more interested in the red head Nick had a brief exchange with. The dark haired boy realized he missed his chance to ask Nick about what they had drugged him with, and she may have had the answers.

"I am not giving any explanations until everyone is here." He suppressed a groan of disapproval. The lack of pain he was feeling was starting to make him panicky, and he moved his right down to start scratching at his forearm. Usually the feeling of itching left him feeling satisfied, at least for a short while, but instead all he could feel was the pressure of his fingers. He tried scratching harder, attempting to feel anything, but he pulled away his fingers to a sticky mess. He had scratched his arm open, again, but it hadn’t even been worth it this time because he didn’t get to feel it.

He bent his elbow back to look at it, he had done a decent number on his arm, but the lack of feeling anything other than the pressure was concerning. He looked towards the direction where Scarlet had disappeared, he wondered if she would be irritated. Judging by her less then friendly first impression he guessed she would, not that he even cared. Right now he’d be happy with a few Hello Kitty Band-Aids if nothing else.

He looked at his scratch wound, then his red fingers and sighed. “Well it’s not that serious.” He muttered before looking around, some of these people might have been put off by him appearance, so he shoved down his rolled sleeve and wiped his fingers on the back of his jeans. It left him to go find something to lean against. No need to go anemic in front of a bunch of strangers and pass out.

He wandered towards an empty space that none of the small groups that had formed were currently occupying, and he tapped the wall with his finger before leaning against it. He glanced over the growing group of people. They seemed like a diverse bunch, and he eyed several profiles that would be interesting to sketch, he found himself wishing he had a sketch book on him now. But, he didn’t dwell on it as he closed his eyes and dipped his head back to rest against the wall. Surely he would get his explanation soon enough.

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The soft feeling beneath Aradia's slowly awakening body is slightly foreign to the young woman, who has grown up sleeping in small, cramped areas where it would be more difficult to find her, or on a stiff bed that is far older than she is. The softest place that she has slept is the pile of clothing on the top shelf in the closet that is within the living room of her family's small, rather poor quality, apartment, and that isn't really luxurious. Not like what she is on right now, a large and soft bed with fluffy pillows and a down comforter keeping her warm. It is because of these foreign feelings that she knows something is wrong the moment that the young woman awakens. She is not the sort who lumbers around, disorientated, for a while after waking up- once she has become conscious once more, the young woman cannot go back to sleep for several hours, possessing a general feeling of uneasiness for the rest of the day. Perhaps the only thing that has been able to rid her of this feeling, to date, was her friend, Hailey, but even the comfort she received from that girl had been short-lived, as it was replaced by a cruel sort of jealousy.

The girl sits up immediately upon realizing that something is wrong, only to look around at a dimly lit room, everything about it unfamiliar. Her mind is screaming of danger because of this, because all she remembers at the moment is having left the house last night after accidentally killing her mother in an attempt to protect herself. The reality of that action hits her with greater force than the fact that she is in an unfamiliar room, and a sick feeling overwhelms her, prompting the girl to immediately curl over the bed and vomit into a trash bin that had been on that side. Her head is light, probably because she hasn't eaten for around two days, and despite the heavy comforter that is still over the bottom half of her form, she can't help but feel a great chill running up and down her body like a hyperactive child dragging a sharp icicle behind them as they dart around. Aradia clasps her own arms, hugging herself, to try and rid herself of the chill by rubbing her hands against her arms quickly. The room is of a comfortable temperature.

Aradia begins to stand up, but bumps her head against thin cloth just above her. The girl frowns, but makes herself small as she gets off of the bed, pushing past a thin cloth that is, most likely made of sheet material. I'm going to jail. Or I've been kidnapped, she thinks to herself, suddenly collapsing against a wall as the wave of dizziness returns, and her vision clouds over. As though the memories have ridden that wave back into her mind, she begins to vaguely recall the events of last night- those after she had run away from the house. There had been a man, talking about something. . .a second chance? Then, nothing. Oh, god. I've been kidnapped. Am I going to be sold as a slave? Killed? though these thoughts should be entirely negative, for a moment the last one sounds sweet- she has tried to take her own life before, after all. But the shiver returns, running down her spine, at the thought of someone else being the one to take her life. She might welcome death, but only on her own terms.

I have to get out, she thinks, her hand finally reaching a doorknob, which she turns and swings open, only to find a bathroom. Her mouth is already tasting sour from the vomit earlier, but it becomes even more bitter as the hope falls. Still, she quickly flicks on the light switch and rushes over to the sink, which she turns on and begins to drink greedily from, cupping water into her hands and taking long drinks from it. It helps to wash away the foul taste in her mouth, at least. There is no mirror in the bathroom, and so she remains oblivious to her unkempt appearance.

With the illumination from the bathroom, she is able to get a better look at the room, this allowing her to see that the cloth that had stood in her way in fact was sheet. The bed she had woken up on is draped over with sheets in a manner reminiscent of a better version of a child's sheet fort. Surprised by the sight of it, she reaches out down the wall and finds the light switch, flicking it on. The light illuminates a room out of her dreams, with a large bookshelf on the other side of the sheet-fort bed. Nothing of her own possession can be found among the furniture, as Aradia had never owned very many things. What captures her eye most of all is a beautiful cello, which leans elegantly against the bookshelf. She would run to the shelf immediately, if it weren't for her cynicism, which holds the young woman back.

At the moment, she is still wearing the clothing that she had been the day before- dark denim shorts with pain stains on them from the previous owner, and an over sized shirt advertising some band that she had never listened to in her life- none of these pieces had been purchased new, of course. Her feet are bear, but she sees that her shoes are next to the actual entrance to the fort bed, placed neatly side by side.

She goes to touch her face for signs of what had knocked her out, but realizes that she would simply mistake them for the bruises her parents had left yesterday. As expected, a touch to her eye makes her flinch, and she supposes that it is black. Her instinct is to find something to cover it up with, but being in an unfamiliar place, she instead pulls her hair out of its braid and parts it to completely cover the black eye. There are more bruises on her arms, but she finds that bandages have been placed over the cut on her face- one that is likely to scar, she supposes- Aradia hadn't been able to dart quickly enough. There is also a wrap around her left leg, which had been cut at as well, making it look like the limb of a mummy. She isn't accustomed to bandages that she hasn't done herself- it is somehow more unnerving than being in a strange place, this act of aid.

Aradia rushes over and slides her feet into the pair of shoes, before going over to the door and swinging it open. She never sees the letter on the bookshelf, or checks to find the closet containing clothing she had never been capable of owning before. The cello sticks in her brain, and on an impulse, she turns back and places it in the case beside it- there is no way she's going to sneak out of this place without such a treasure.

Cello slung over her back, Aradia begins to walk down the hallway, only to find several people gathered there already. Before she can say anything, there is the wave of dizziness again, but as she is about to slam into the wall, the girl twists so that her front hits it, protecting the cello but hurting herself further. She peers back towards the gathering once more, and her eyes widen suddenly at a familiar face.

"Hailey! What are you doing here?" she says, voice soft as she rushes over towards the familiar girl, looking around at the other people suspiciously. She has obviously missed a lot, and can only look about at those present in suspicious confusion. Looking at them, she is suddenly hyperaware of her black eye and the bandages and bruises that are easily exposed by her shorts and short-sleeved shirt. Aradia brushes her hair right over her eyes before addressing Hailey once more, "Do you know what's going on?"

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A lot was going on, more people were flooding out of their rooms and approaching the group. She took note of people's name and managed to keep a shaky smile on her face. When one girl ran of she pushed her hands over her ears, hating the fact that someone could be so upset at this place. This place wasn't that bad... right? "Chill out Hailey it's just some emotional girl." She heard Penelope's words in her ears even if they were covered. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes momentarily. "Hailey move your hands from your ears. You look like a freak when you do that." Penelope was being harsh to Hailey and it made Hailey tremble a little with anger. "Move your hands Hailey!" Penelope spat at her and Hailey let out a long breath. "Shut up, shut up, shut up." Hailey whispered to herself, closing her eyes even tighter than before. Hailey sighed softly, sliding her hands off her ears and glancing around at the group. She hadn't even noticed one male running off after the girl who was crying. What she did notice was that Makoto had left the group and was walking towards another male. She rose an eyebrow, wrapping her arms around her and dropping her gaze momentarily to the floor.

She didn't know what to do right now so when the Absent Minded part of her kicked in she hadn't realized why she was just staring at a wall. Lifting her head she looked over at Makoto once again, sighing softly as she turned away from him and looked at Fiona. She smile brightly at her, hoping she hadn't noticed the episode that she had there momentarily. "It's nice to meet you Fiona." She told the girl kindly then sighed softly. She looked around, suddenly wanting to take a walk. "I'm going to go looking around, so I'll see you later." She told Fiona, and started to walk away. She tightened her arms around herself as she walked away from Fiona, Makoto, and everyone else. She half debated whether or not she should just go back to her room so that she can relax just a little.
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While walking she rubbed her arms, sniffling a little as she walked. Now it was completely setting in what was going on. Upon rounding the corner she shook her head of any bad thoughts. "You know you really should turn around and get to know some of these people." Penelope reappeared once again. Hailey groaned angrily and turned her head to look at the imaginary Penelope walking beside her. "You can't keep doing this Penelope. I want to seem normal okay? You've got to quit butting into my life. Aradia knows that I talk to you some times, but I don't want people to think I'm a freak when I talk to you then flip out." She whispered, and her response from Penelope was a roll of her eyes. "I'm just saying." Penelope grumbled in the girl's ears. "Well I'm just saying that you need to butt out. If I go talk to someone will you stay out of my business for even just a little while?" She asked in a hushed tone and smiled a little when Penelope nodded then vanished.

She inhaled deeply then turned around and hurried back to the group of people, hesitating as she neared them she noticed one girl who really popped out at her. Aradia! Hailey skidded to a stop and gasped before smiling happily. "Hailey! What are you doing here?" She faintly heard Aradia say to her. "Do you know what's going on?" Aradia addressed Hailey. At this moment Hailey was overwhelmed with happiness. She couldn't believe that her best friend was here with her. "Aradia! I'm so glad your here. I really have no idea what is going other than we were allowed a second chance or something." Hailey told her best friend honestly. She shrugged then thought for a moment, "Wait didn't you see the letter in your room? It should have been some where near your bed or something. I mean it was for me." She said then noticed that Aradia had her Cello with her. Cool! She had been glad that Aradia had her Cello with her because she knew Aradia was really good at playing it and Hailey loved listening to her play it.







Zeus sighed, standing there and kicking at the ground because honestly there was really nothing better to do. He had no reason to go see how the girl was that ran off and he had no reason to really talk to someone when it seemed that mostly just females were out and considering he isn't too much of a fan of females he knew it was just a good idea if he just stayed put where he was. He only glanced up momentarily when a male walked in from the stairwell and a male passed by him to greet the other male. Of course the male who appeared from the stairwell obviously had some kind of chip on his shoulder. He knew this because as soon as the male who actually had a smile on his face greet the other male he instantly responded to his hi with: "And I don't like you. Fuck off." Damn, that was actually pretty rude. He thought then shook his head. "Well wasn't that rude." He commented with a small sneer. "Obviously someone has a chip on their shoulder that they should lose." He mumbled to himself as he looked down at the ground once again. Never once did he take kindly to people being mean to other people. Especially if they didn't deserve it, for some reason his protective side of him ends up coming out for some weird reason. Finally he decided not to do or say anything more. It wasn't his place and he preferred just to stand here until they got further instructions on what they were going to do.

((OOC: Sorry my male is so short I just didn't know what to do with him right now.))

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Harper was about to turn around and make her way to the stairs to go call The Madam when the guy from the ally came running down the hall. “Hey sorry Scar, I had to help a couple of your guys. They looked so confused. Hopefully they followed me…” She slowly arched a brow, glancing behind him to see if anyone had. "I'm Hailey," came a soft voice from behind her. She turned to see a petite, softspoken girl. "I'm Makoto, but you can all call me Mack or Maki. It's nice to meet you." The Asian boy that was placed in a room not far from her own. “Hello?” A confused looking guy from the other side of the hall. He would be dubbed 'the slow one', in Harper's book, for the complete look of utter confusion on his face.

As she was glancing him over, she noticed something red on his arm. She was going to shift for a better look when another voice caught her attention. “I'm Fiona.” Like Harper, the girl seemed to be sizing everyone else up, unable to resist being judgmental of the rag-tag bunch. "Hello everyone, I'm Rosalina." Dubbed, 'the princess', just because she looked like a Barbie. "I'm Grey." This was the girl that was freaking out when Harper originally came out of her room. Harper's eyes softened on the girl. She knew what it was like to wake up in an unfamiliar place, without something you really need or wanted.

“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! 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.” Nick, the many from the alley, handed Grey her medication- what she had been desperately in need of, and then took off after the dark headed girl who had taken off for the stairs moments before. It seemed as though all eyes had fallen back onto Scarlet, the ill tempered and agitated red head.
"I am not giving any explanations until everyone is here," the woman said stiffly, and then briskly made her way towards the stairs as well.

Harper's mind drifted back to the previous apology. No elevator-- did that mean they were not on the ground floor? Were they in some sort of hotel, or mansion or... Her mind trailed off, distracted by another sudden outburst. "Hailey! What are you doing here?" "Do you know what's going on?" "Aradia! I'm so glad you’re here--" Harper's mind clicked off- completely uninterested in what either of the girls had to say to each other, or anyone else. With a small eye roll, Harper started to walk back towards her room, a small ways away from everyone else but still on the hall. She pulled out her cell pone as it was vibrating angrily in her bag. "Yes? Yes, Madam. I know that. I know I said I would-- but something came up! It's not my fault! What? I don't know where I am and they won't tell me! Madam, please! No!" Tears swelled in her eyes, but not tears of sorrow- tears of rage. Her free fist clenched into a ball angrily as she listened to her employer slander and threaten her. After a pregnant pause from her, and a moment of cussing and yelling on the other end of her line, Harper hung up.

Nick needed to hurry up and get back, because The Madam was pissed and she couldn't lose her job. It was all she had in the world- her place to live, how she got food and money, her connections.. it was everything. The sad thing was, though, even if she did leave the building- she had no idea where she was. For all she knew, she was in a different state-- or worse, a different country! With a frustrated sigh she wiped the tears from her face and stood up straight again. She would stay and hear out The "Benefactor"- whoever that was, and then make her decision from there. Even still, worry clawed at her stomach. She was risking everything and it spelled doom for her life in Michigan if she didn't figure things out soon. Of course she didn't want to go back to that life- but what if what this crazy rich dude was asking for was something far worse? Like her first born child, or slavery? The note had seemed innocent and wonderful enough but... she couldn't be sure. She couldn't trust a note. Harper licked her lips and pulled her hair nervously to the side, looking down the hall at the small group of people. Could this really be a fairy tale come true for all of them?

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Aradia takes a brief moment to survey those who are within a relatively close proximity, and is surprised to find that many of them look as though they have recently showered and put on fresh clothing. Were she not still confused and afraid about where she is, the girl might feel more self conscious about her old, battered clothing and unkempt hair. Unlike others here, she had not calmly adjusted, taken a shower, dressed, and acted as though everything was absolutely fine- her reaction had been to escape, not to make herself look nice or to clean her skin. There is still a dull taste of vomit in her mouth, much diluted by the water in her sink, and the bruises on her body are sore, something she hadn't really realized until now, having been rushing around. Now, she is eerily still for a moment, looking around with quick eyes before turning her attention back towards Hailey, whose face has lit up with the sight of a familiar person. While this does ignite a bit of jealousy, seeing her so innocently and freely happy, it is dulled by the fact that she is the only familiar person here, and provides a sense of security to Aradia. Of course, not many people are really familiar to Aradia- they are just faces she's seen and names she's memorized- names that haven't the slightest clue as to who she is, other than the fact that her parents are the biggest drunks in town.

She shifts the cello on her back slightly, hoping no one will realize that she had stolen it out of her room- she had never owned her own instrument, after all. Hailey is trusting, and probably thinks that this is a rental from home, or that her parents had some uncharacteristic spout of kindness and scraped together the hefty sum in order to purchase one for their only daughter. "Oh. A second chance? What makes them think we need one of those?" she says defensively, but this does sound familiar- her memories from last night piecing themselves together. While she is quietly glad for the idea of a second chance, she doesn't want to make it clear to Hailey that she is discontent with her life, and finds it difficult to understand why anyone would want to give someone like her another chance. Hiding her hope behind cynicism, the young woman frowns, mind running a thousand miles per minute.

"Besides, why are you here, then? Everyone loves you," she says softly, unable to hide the bitterness in her voice. After all, she's only ever seen the love that Hailey receives from her foster family, and the way that she always seems to be so cheerful and trusting. Because of this image presented to her, she can't imagine that Hailey has any real problems besides the ones in her mind, and those haven't stopped her family from adoring the girl. This is likely what has really prompted the cruelty out of Aradia- Hailey's foster parents aren't even her real parents, and yet they can be so kind to a girl with such problems, while her parents, her blood, parents, refuse to accept their once completely normal child. The only other major problem she's ever heard about with Hailey was an attempt to hurt herself about a year before the two befriended each other. It was the incident that drew Aradia to the girl, who she thought as a kindred soul. After all, she'd attempted to hurt herself multiple times- and succeeded in a few, though the final act was never successful.

Aradia frowns at the mention of a letter, which she had never seen. Then again, she hadn't spent a good deal of time in that room, regardless of how dreamy it had been. "A letter? I guess I didn't see mine- or they didn't give me one," she muses, voice soft as though she is more speaking to herself than to Hailey. The girl looks up and sees others milling about or leaving, one woman in particular walking off and beginning to speak desperately into a cell phone.

The young woman tugs slightly at her hair nervously, wondering about what must be happening in her family's small apartment right now. She can practically see the yellow tape and detectives looking at the body. If she hadn't run, it could have been self defense- maybe it still could be? Of course, her father may very well testify against her, but everyone in this town and the next knows that he is rarely able to even remember his daughter's name. I'm going to hell, she thinks, religious only in this certainty.

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Fiona was by herself mostly, not really wanting to go up to anyone. And by the looks of it, no one wanted to come up to her which was fine for the time being. Everyone probably just need to get used to being in this place. So, until that time came the Brit just kept looking at her phone, deciding on texting her parents to tell them she was completely fine and they had no reason to worry. “Knowing them, they probably already called the police.” She sighed and looked at her phone before dialing the number and putting the phone up to her ear. Every time it rung, she became more nervous and she didn't even know why she felt that way.

Maybe she was afraid of her parents scowling her over disappearing and leaving her studies, maybe she was afraid what they were going to do to her horses, or maybe she was just nervous over the fact that she was in a place with complete strangers with no way to know what was going on. She blocked out the noises as she listened to the ringing, knowing this was probably their way of getting back at her. “Hello, you have reached the Kingsley residence. We apologize for not answering your call but if you leave your name, number, and a brief message. We'll get back to you as soon as we can.” She sighed and rolled her eyes before leaving the message; “Hi mum, hi dad. I just wanted to tell you that I'm safe and everything's fine... I'll call you again as soon as I can. I love you both, tell Daisy I love her too. Bye.” After hanging up the phone she let out another sigh before putting her phone away.


“It's nice to meet you Fiona.” Looking up, Fiona made contact with a girl who's name was Hailey if she remembered correctly. She smiled back at the girl, noticing her London accent and nodded. She wasn't alone after all! “The pleasure's all mine.” She told her before looking back at the girl as she spoke again. “I'm going to go looking around, so I'll see you later.” Before Fiona could answer the girl, she walked away. Fiona first raised an eyebrow before shrugging it off. “Always a pleasure meeting new people.” She looked back at her phone, that is until she heard someone shouting on their cell phone. Which of course, made her curious. When she looked, she saw a girl that she wasn't able to catch them name of but she looked frustrated and a on the verge of tears. So, Fiona gathered up her courage, put away her nerves and walked up to the girl. When she walked up to the girl, she cleared her throat and spoke with worry in her voice. “Hi, my name's Fiona. Are you okay? You seem rather upset and I wanted to make sure you were alright.” She told the girl with a small smile on her face.

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Hailey numbly moved her fingers over the bottom of her soft sweat shirt. Her eyes were completely torn from her best friend as her mind began to drift off for some reason. She never noticed Aradia shifting her cello on her back and she especially didn't notice that the cello wasn't even hers. She had guessed that she has had this entire time and that her parent's scraped up some money to finally buy her one. "Oh. A second chance? What makes them think we need one of those?" These defensive words were the ones that snapped her from her daze. Looking up at her best friend she shrugged, "I have no idea. I'm sure they will tell us why we are here and all that at some point and time." She responded gently. It was the truth though she really didn't have any idea why they were here or what their second chance was. It was completely out of her reach, and her along with everyone else would have to wait until someone finally decided to tell them why on earth they were here.

"Besides, why are you here, then? Everyone loves you," She had completely noticed the bitterness that came from her best friend. It hurt, it really did and you could tell by how her smile faltered for a few seconds. He face went from a small frown slowly to a neutral face as if she was attempting to have no expression on her face at all. "I'm here for a second chance just like everyone else." She answered softly. "Plus not everyone loves me. You should know that Aradia." She tried to point out to Aradia, but felt bad that she did try to point that out to her. She shook her head, sighing softly as she glanced down at the ground. "It's not just me who people love. People love you too Aradia." She told Aradia, her gaze slowly moving over to her best friend as she tried to make Aradia happy some how, though, she probably wasn't really going to get any where.

Biting her lip gently she glanced around to see the people who were still around her. There stood the tall Penelope, no one could see her but Hailey clearly knew that her friend was there even if no one saw her except for Hailey. She couldn't look at Penelope any more because she had such a serious face that if Hailey looked at her any longer someone would notice or she would end up accidentally trying to talk to Penelope. Snapping her complete attention to her taller, older friend as soon as she spoke she quirked an eyebrow at her as she spoke. "A letter? I guess I didn't see mine- or they didn't give me one," Her friend mused. "Oh, hm, that's odd. Well I'm sure you will find it later or maybe they made a mistake or something." She shrugged, unsure of why she didn't get a letter, though, maybe not everyone got a letter. It could be that only a few people actually got a letter while others didn't. Suddenly she was confused about what was going on and suddenly she couldn't really decide what to do or say to her friend any more. Her mind randomly decided to draw a blank and she no longer could quite get why she was able to stay so calm this long when she didn't even know where she was or why she woke up in an odd place.

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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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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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"Plus, not everyone loves me. You should know that Aradia," with those words, Aradia flinches slightly, feeling a cut through her just as painful as it ought to be. She can't help but feel it to be an attack on herself, and bites the inside of her cheek so sharply that it feels as though it will bleed, clearing her mind with the passing pain. She's about to make some defensive statement, twice as sharp against the girl who doesn't have armor nearly as strong as the one that Aradia has come to wear every day. Too bad the armor didn't protect her from the bandaged wounds littering her still sore body. The girl moves slightly, taking a step back with her left leg, but this causes her to wince, feeling the pain of the deep cut in that leg, which rubs a bit against the gauze and is therefore irritated. "People love you too Aradia," Hailey adds in a gentle tone, but it only injures the bitter girl further, watching this person as she, in Aradia's mind, lies straight to her face. The slight softening she might have felt from the earlier statement, the fleeting vulnerability founded from surprise, is immediately sealed up as tightly as Aradia can manage to seal it. She retreats back within the mental armor like a child under their blankets to hide from the morning light or from monsters they imagine- from imaginary enemies dancing in the shadows across the wall.

"What a pretty fantasy," Aradia shoots back finally, the response clearly delayed by thought but said with a malice that cuts as poorly as a dull knife, but can spread sickness like a rusty one. Hailey is naive, that much Aradia has known ever since she first met the pretty little fool, but she never thought her so oblivious as to think that anyone might love her- that anyone might love Aradia, that is. Not as they love Hailey, the gentle girl who is a bit sick in the head, but saccharine enough to draw close a family and, before Aradia, some semblance of a life. Hasn't Hailey already received a chance for a second life, with that ideal family she was placed with and unconditionally accepted by? It burns in Aradia's veins, the knowledge that Hailey, for all of the luck that Aradia perceives in her, should be given the same second chance as a girl who grew up to the sound of broken glasses and tearing skin.

Now brooding, Aradia ignores Hailey's reassurance that the letter may have been accidentally forgotten, or that Aradia might not have seen it. Rather, she looks straight ahead upon the mention of continuing onward by those who seem to know precisely what they are doing. A lack of elevator is no concern to Aradia- her own apartment building's elevator was in a perpetual state of disrepair, and even when the management claimed that it was functional, only the bravest, or newest, of tenants would dare step foot in the suspicious -at best- vehicle. More than one person had been injured when it malfunctioned, and the machine was known to suddenly break down, leaving people stranded for time spanning from five minutes to five hours.

Almost immediately upon entering the room, Aradia's attention is grabbed by a young man who accuses an older man- the benefactor- of kidnapping them. Of course, that is the only word that can be used to describe the situation, and the young woman silently shares the anger and curiosity- not that she has a better place to return to. Aradia looks away from the Benefactor when he makes a note for the benefit of those who might not have found their letter, embarrassed and certainly not going to ask after her room number- she had memorized it before leaving anyway, not so careless as to leave without knowing it, even if she had planned to leave for good.

Any thoughts that Aradia may have had in regards to this strange man who introduced himself as Sylvester and then, after that, the Benefactor, are immediately chased away by confusion and gripping fear when the room is used as a dance hall for mysterious winds and stage for a green light to illuminate, coming from beneath them and sending an inexplicable chill down the redhaired girl's spine. I need to get out of here, she thinks, shivering still. The Benefactor speaks cryptically, referring to some being, some Him, without giving any actual details- only causing Aradia to feel a growing amount of suspicion about all of this. She suddenly fears that this is some sort of human trafficking ring after all, and they've put on a strangely grand show in order to daze and drug those who are soon to be their victims. Her instinct is to cling to the familiar- but the girl is far too proud, despite her immense insecurities, to turn to Hailey- weak Hailey, whom she carefully continues to ignore.

When addressed, along with Hailey and a girl apparently named Grey, Aradia feels stiff, standing perfectly still and keeping her eyes just above the Benefactor's head- as though afraid to meet his eyes, and the warmth in them that is too alien in anyone but Hailey. Once more, she feels as though his words are an attack on her, and frowns slightly at the mention of the flaws in their friendship- as if she isn't acutely aware of them, far more so than Hailey, the victim in the situation.

When he addresses her, personally, the girl is overcome with a sudden heat. It is not the warmth of the magic, but a sudden angry wave crashing over her head and threatening to eclipse her, as he points out that her problem is not being satisfied with her life, and then being jealous of others. Others have been told of horrible things happening to them, and yet she is accused- that is how the girl views it, anyway. She grits her teeth in anger, clenching her fists. Fuck you. Not satisfied with my life? How would you know, living in suits and comfort? You want me to be satisfied? You want me to be okay? I've tried. I didn't want this. I didn't fucking ask for this. I've tried to escape- it isn't my fault that through some sick joke, I've never been able to. Fuck you. Trying to help me? You're just like everyone else, her thoughts are vehement, and yet her exterior is the image of placid. Not a single one of those words is let slip out of her mind, because she is nothing if not controlled. He gives her her ability, and she can feel a searing pain on her hand, but doesn't care- her fists are already curled so tightly that her fingernails dig little crescents into her palms.

Why? My second chance is to be a better friend? It's just for Hailey, isn't it? I'm not being saved from people who beat me and hate me. I'm not being saved from trying to kill myself. They're just saving Hailey. It's always Hailey.

For the rest of the little gathering, Aradia doesn't say a word. She simply stares at the ground, her face almost void of emotions and her eyes just hollow enough to hide the anger that would otherwise burn in them- the passion put out by tears long ago. Aradia doesn't want to work with other people, and she doesn't want to be part of this savior program- not part of this man's god-complex or his quest to become some sort of false martyr. She just wants to leave. She wishes that this had been some sort of plot to harvest her organs and leave her dead in some tub of ice somewhere, to be found by the police three weeks later. Why do they have me here any way. I'm just the fucking bad guy after all, aren't I? Just the bad guy, she thinks, wanting to run out of here as fast as possible.

She watches as one man leaves, storms out really, and wants to do the same. But Aradia doesn't move unless dismissed, standing their, limbs tightened and knots likely building in her back- as though there aren't too many of them there for a girl her age already. She wants to break things, or to do something violent- something to relieve her anger. Other people begin to excuse themselves as well, and she takes that as a sign that she can leave. The girl doesn't make a comment on her way out, just turning around and walking away silently. However, she only makes it down one flight of stairs before, certain that there is no one with her, she falls to her knees and begins to punch the wall violently, putting her strength and anger into it and hurting her knuckles rather badly, no doubt. "Fuck. It's always Hailey. I might as well go back home- at least they don't knows she exists there. Why couldn't I have just died in that stupid alley? Why didn't they ever just punch hard enough to kill?"
Losing the strength in her arm, she begins to use her head, hitting it against the wall over and over, as though that will help make the rage and the self-pitying go away.

"Everyone else is some sob story- I'm just the villain they're trying to reform."

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Hailey was having a mixture of confusion and sadness, she had thought that she had said something to kind to her friend whom of which only responded to her with bitterness. "What a pretty fantasy," Her best friend had responded to her with this. Hailey flinched, frowning deeply as she wanted to apologize to her friend for maybe even saying anything bad to her, but for some reason now the one person she adores is ignoring her. This was the time that people started to get ready and everyone began moving away into groups of boys and girls. Before she knew it they were standing before the one who would give them a second chance. What ever the second chance may be. The entire way Aradia had ignored her which only irritated the girl. She began to scratch at her arms, not on purpose but because she had nothing else to do.

Upon arriving to the Benefactor's room she stood before him, moving uncomfortably around in her spot. Her arms moving harshly up and down her arms as she constantly glanced over at each person that he was speaking to. She had even managed to ignore the comment from Jasper who seemed pretty angry about being here. She stared at the ground, only feeling sadness because of her friend ignoring her. One thing most people didn't notice was that Hailey was listening and taking in this information about most people in this group. It wasn't until he moved on to her, Aradia, and another girl named Grey did she actually look up at the Benefactor with very sad eyes. “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." He informed her what her power was and why she got the power she did. She did not understand it at all and she didn't understand why The Benefactor said that Aradia was being a jealous poisonous friend because to Hailey she was perfect. Of course she just nodded and listened as he moved on to the other few people who were left to be informed what their gift was going to be.

After everyone had their gift he soon asked if anyone had any questions and Hailey's head snapped up, hoping she could at least get one question in, but of course someone else did before her. A male's voice broke through, saying that he was done, and asking when he could get the hell out of this place. Obviously he had a chip on his shoulder that she had no interest in getting into, so she just left it be until Aradia had left with out her. Unusual for the pair to be so far apart when they both seemed to find some kind of comfort between each other. Her gaze stayed locked on Aradia as her feet seemed to be frozen to the ground, unable to move to follow close behind her. Maybe she just wanted space, maybe she wanted to be alone, or maybe she was angry with Hailey. It was unknown, and Hailey wasn't up to finding out

At once she looked at the Benefactor, tearing up just a bit. "I...I...Never mind. Excuse me, I need to... I gotta... I need to collect.. collect.. collect my thoughts." She breathed just before dragging herself out of the room. She whimpered softly to herself, leaving the crowd of people behind as she rushed down the hall and away from the people. She plopped down at the end of the hallway, just near the stairwell where she pulled her knees against her chest and trembled. "Penelope," She cried softly, reaching out for her imaginary friend and grabbing nothing. "Please Penelope," Placing her hands over her ears she pressed them over each ear in an attempt to block any kind of noise from people. Several emotions flooded her already very active mind which practically sent her into over drive. Confusion. Anger, and even sadness. She breathed heavily and even sniffled a few times as she tried to hold back the tears that were supposed to arrive this morning when she had woken up in a mysterious place. Now all of a sudden all the emotions were rising up, and she didn't know what to do.

Unlike others who may be worried about what their friends may think or what about their jobs she was thinking about her family whom of which must be worried sick. Right? Oh gosh, she didn't know what to do any more. She's so confused and you can tell by the way tears are slowly trickling out of her eyes. "Penelope!" She cried as she moved her hands from her ears and balled them up into fists which she used to smash against the ground after crying for her imaginary friend. Smashing her fists against the ground again she looked around, practically begging to see Penelope or even Aradia if she can. "Geez, love what is your problem?" She heard Penelope's voice which some what relaxed her. "I just need to talk to you. I think Aradia is mad at me." She answered Penelope. After that they had a small conversation which was basically a conversation with herself up until Penelope's voice just disappeared and Hailey was once again left to think about things. She wrapped her arms around her legs, and just cried softly as she tried to let all of her emotions go right about now.



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Zeus was leaning on the wall, separating himself from everyone else up until the time that a girl had retrieved him to lead him to who was now known as The Benefactor, the one who had practically kidnapped him. He felt his hands tremble slightly as he bit the inside of his cheek and just stared at his feet as he followed quite a few feet behind her up until they got to where The Benefactor's room was. Not much later did they enter he room and pretty much make half of a circle around the older male who soon enough began talking. He explained why they were here first before moving on to talk to people specifically. Sylvester, also known as The Benefactor went through talking to everyone and giving them this thing called a gift which he still didn't fully understand. Basically he looked at everyone, listening to what The Benefactor had to say due to the fact that he needed to get to know everyone better then he actually knew them.

It wasn't until The Benefactor got to him when his eyes widened slightly. Oh no, please don't. He thought, knowing that chances were that the older male was going to tell pretty much everyone what happened to him. His breathing got only slightly heavy as the male began to explain not only his gift but why he had gotten that certain gift. [color=]“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."[/color] All Zeus could really do is nod once. You could tell by the way that his eyes water up ever so lightly that it really not only embarrassed him but upset him to have people know a secret about him. "Okay, thank you." He whispered as memories of his sexual abuse came rushing back to him.

Now his secret was out and obviously it frustrated him. He tuned out the older male finally as he pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes, rubbing them hard. It hurt a little, but he could care less right now. He dug his nails gently into the palm of his hand as he slowly moved them away from his eyes. Blinking a couple of times he held back the angry groan that threatened to escape him. The memories still haunt him and he could hear the awful laughter of the women who rapped him along with the laughter of his mother as she inhaled her smoke deeply before puffing it into his teary eyed face. She didn't care, no one did. His sister never knew what had happened to him, and he hoped they would never have to go through what he did. The laughter echoed in his eyes as his eyes would say momentarily locked on the ground before he would look at the other people then once again down at the ground. It was all he could do right now because he wasn't just going to randomly leave.

Once The Benefactor asked if there was any questions a male busted out with some kind of remark that he couldn't quite catch. Quirking an eyebrow at the male who soon enough stormed out in an angry rush he finally looked at The Benefactor whom he assumed would do something. For once Zeus shook his head, suddenly angry with the male. Once people began to leave and excuse himself he did the same exact thing, fleeing from the area in an attempt to avoid the sympathy that people just might give him. He really did hate when people would do that poor little sympathy thing to him. Finally he hurried away from the group, fleeing to an area that wasn't already occupied by someone. Leaning against the wall he ran a hand through his hair, looking down at the ground as he kind of just stood there by himself. Right now he didn't want to interact with anyone all he wanted to do was to just be left alone for a little while so that maybe he could push away the horrid memories.

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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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“E aqui estamos nós. Uma obra-prima bife quesadilla. Agora, para envolver minha cabeça em torno desta...situação.”

Novia spoke aloud to herself as she finished her steak quesadillas and set them gingerly on a plate before whistling. She was answered by a soft mewl and bark coming from the living room area, the animal noises growing closer as Orca and Demônia rounded the corner of the counter and padded across the tile floors into the kitchen. The pit and kitten of gray color were happy as they immediately went to their respective food bowls, Orca tearing into his raw steak while Demônia enjoyed a nice bowl of raw ground beef. She nudged their water bowl closer before taking her own food into the living room where she flopped onto a bean bag before looking around. She couldn't say that she didn't like the place provided for her to stay in. The kitchen was spacey and the beautiful purple and black design was just her style.

The living room was a tribute to nature, knowledge, literature, and music. But she was still hesitant. As she chewed gingerly on one of her quesadillas, she soaked in her surrounding and assessed the value of everything that wasn't hers. Well, wasn't hers from her previous apartment. She looked around a little more and realized that only many of the books, paintings, instruments, and furniture were new. Besides the wardrobe, that is. She had already estimated something near fifteen grand when another thought entered her mind: Why leave? They could probably easily find her again and deport her. Though she was assured that legal citizenship was just a request away. And she held some negotiation powers now...But was this a temporary home and job or was she welcome too live and work here until she decided to retire? She set her plate down and headed for her new bedroom where she fetched a vintage leather backpack and went back to the living room; She loved that there was only one couch and everything else to perch upon happened to be bean bags, large pillows, and two hammocks. She sat in her previous seat and began to pull things from her bag, settling with a journal and a pen, writing all that she had captured about her new co-workers.


Jasper - First encounter lead to the assumption that the male in question was an addict. He is a bit gangly and with his pale complexion, multiple tattoos and piercings he gave an air of teenage rebellion. Of course, one cannot judge by image alone. He reeks of nicotine and his language is as dirty as his appearance is grungy. He doesn't seem to hold a sense of compassion for anyone and I suspect he is quite misanthropic. Encounter with The Benefactor provided information most useful; Falsely accused of murder. Until further information is obtained of his past, I deem him weak in character for crumbling under such a minor event compared to those of others. Gift: Psychometry. DO NOT TOUCH HIM!
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Harper - Seems to be of the friendly type. First interaction was merely a bump, albeit my blunder and apology were ignored. Encounter with The Benefactor has provided information concerning her past; Previously a prostitute. Further traits unknown. Observation continu~


She stopped her writing as screaming came from somewhere down the hall. Setting down her notebook, she tiptoed to the door and peeked out to watch the girl previously addressed as Hailey begin to cry and carry on conversation with...herself? She moved back into her apartment and dodged a charging Orca. She smiled softly at the energetic grey-furred, crystal eyed pitbull puppy and grabbed her plate containing the other steak quesadilla along with her notebook and red pen. Hailey would be an excellent study! She approached the girl, still in her socks and pajamas as she sat on the stairs next to her. “It's still warm.” She offered the warm snack to the crying girl. “I'm Novia. This is Orca.” She put on her sweetest smile as her smaller companion placed his front paws against Hailey's side and barked at her before licking her exposed arm.

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Hailey just continued to cry, no one noticed really and that was good. At least she believed no one noticed, in fact she had hoped no one noticed the episode she had. The need for someone unrealistic would give people the idea that she was mental even if Hailey couldn't tell the difference between reality and unreality she still hated when people called her crazy or mental. Holding her arms tightly around her legs as she pressed them hard against her chest before she knew it she heard a voice next to her. “It's still warm.” She heard the girl say next to her. Oh no, she thought scrambling for some kind of thought. Her first thought was that possibly it was her best friend coming to comfort her or to talk to her. As soon as her sobs began to slow she felt something lick her arm which not only startled her but confused her. Lifting her head her eyes were puffy and she was sniffling, looking around sadly. Pure confusion seemed to have still been in her system because all she felt like doing was crying and she just wanted to jump up to get answers. Obviously that is not what she did though. “I'm Novia. This is Orca.” Novia had mentioned the dog’s name. Hesitantly she put her hand out and allowed the dog to sniff her hand before gently petting the dog. In an attempt to stay calm and not act childish she slowly pulled her hand away then looked over at Novia. "I'm Hailey, its-it’s nice to meet you." She sniffled, blinking back a couple tears that had momentarily threatened to slip out. Glancing down at the food for even just a second made her stomach do a couple flips. No she wasn't hungry, would that be rude to say that? Would she be a bad person if she didn't take the offer? Who knew, but just the sight of food made her sick right now. "By the way, no thank you for-for the food. It was nice of you though." She added considerately.

Nervous fingers slid along the edge of her shirt as her mind scrambled for words. Penelope's and other unknown voices screamed at her in head. Her head felt like it was about to explode while she tried to figure something out. Her mind drifted off as I usually does when stuff like this happened. It was Novia's fault it was her fault for how she was. Aradia understood why this happened, where was she? Why isn't she here with her? Tears burned her eyes again at the thought, looking over at Novia she sniffled, blinking the tears back for a second time. "I-I promise I never cry this much." She told her, breathing in deeply as she slid her legs down so they laid flat on the ground. Once again she held out her hand for the puppy, mind drifting off again as she place gentle strokes on the animal. The voices screamed in her head again, making her head throb. "Do you have any thoughts on this place already? I mean it’s not that bad right?" Squeaked out Hailey. Her gaze stayed on the dog in front of her when she spoke to Novia. It was amazing at how fast Hailey had gone from just completely sobbing to completely in her own world. A habit she had gotten a while go she had taught herself how to act around people. This way people you weren't completely mental even though it was still quite evident that you were mental. Not that she could help it other than trying to be "normal". "Do you like your 'Gift of Innocence'?" Hailey questioned curiously, suddenly questioned were able to flow freely to her.

Taking her hand back from petting the dog she begins to mess with her sleeve and humming softly to herself. Nerves were obviously really setting in. Most of the time she doesn't talk to most people, not because she is anti-social or anything just because of the fear of being rejected. When she talks to Aradia or her family she knows they would accept her. As for people she just meets that is a different subject. Tummy softly growling she looked down at her lap. "Also I'm j-just curious, but what brought you over here? Are you-" She stopped herself, sucking in her entire bottom lip as she begins to rub her teeth over her bottom lip. After a couple seconds she releases it then sighs. Yes she saw her in the group, she knew that, so why was she about to ask her if she was real? Unless that group wasn't real then Novia was real and she didn't need to hear the last question that had only briefly been on her mind. Oh how Hailey hoped Novia wouldn't ask what she was about to say. What would Hailey say, how would she respond. "You’re stupid, did you see that, look at you crazy mental girl sitting here. What's wrong with you?" The angry voices echoed in her head, looking down at her lap she ignored the voices in her head. That was the last thing she needed was what people called her conscious- but other professionals decided to call it schizophrenia- to tell her negative things. This girl believed she could tell reality from non-reality and had great social behaviors. Yeah okay sometimes she would flip out on people for no reason, but don't most people do that? Sighing softly she hoped Novia wouldn't find her weird or possibly crazy. She kind of needed someone to be there for her right now, especially when she thought Aradia was mad at her.

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Novia and Hailey had her questions which was a good thing. She liked when people would actually answer her questions instead of ignoring her. After that she had offered to make a deal which instantly obviously struck huge curiosity in her. She wanted to know what this offer was, intrigued she had listened to her and what she was offering as a deal to the girl. Once the offer was out on the table she for some reason had decided to make the deal. After shaking the other girl's hand she smiled gently. She reached out for the puppy after making the deal, gently stroking the sweet animal on its head as she listened to Novia explain her past. It was like story time like at her mental institute. Nurses were so kind to her there, and the women there would tell her crazy stories. It was an amazing story she had to give her props for that. There were times during the story where she had wished her history could be like that, but it wasn't. "I like your body art, it's pretty cool." She complimented the girl, smiling lightly. "I just have a cloud tattoo on my hip." Hailey added sweetly before placing a soft kiss on the top of the dog's head. "I wish I had some cool stories to tell," Pausing for a moment she let out a soft sigh.

"You know most people I have met in my life tell me they love me. They tell me I'm the most perfect girl in the world." Stopping she released the puppy in her lap, messing with her sleeve as her expression saddened. "They must have not loved me that much if they let me go. They let me leave their homes even after saying that." Looking over at Novia to see if she was following she cleared her throat and rubbed a scar located just above the edge of her sleeve. "I never quite understood since I was only five when my parents just vanished from my life, leaving me in a different county in a new home with new people that I didn't know. I spent a lot of time just moving from home to home just because supposedly I had to." She had admitted to the female. "I don't remember most of the people. I mean I barley even remember my own parent's what they look like, if they cared, and if they are still alive today. I've been an orphan most my life until I was adopted by my parents Victor and Gracie Daniels. They barely knew me and treated me so kindly. They are such kind people even with my... problem." A soft sniffle came from Hailey as her gaze continued to be just fixed on her lap and the puppy sitting on it. "I don't believe I have a problem, but a doctor I have seen has called me a mean name. I can't help I don't understand and that you don't see what I see. My foster parents don't seem to notice my problems, and Aradia seems to "accept" these problems. She doesn't seem to care about them unlike other people who I have encountered in my life. If they don't seem to notice my "problems" then I shouldn't be considered something right? I shouldn't be considered "Mentally Unstable" or what not, right?" Finally she lifted a slightly sad gaze to Novia, half begging that she wouldn't go blabbing off to everyone about her and her life.

Really only Aradia and her family knows about her past just because she hasn't wanted to tell anyone about her past until after making this recent deal. After saying all this she hadn't mentioned her foster father who had beat her and Aradia who would take her anger out on her. She hadn't mentioned unintentionally hurting herself when the voices in her head was nagging her, she didn't mention why she was mentally unstable and why doctor's thought she was the way she was. She left out the part of going to a mental hospital even when she was young. These were parts she could explain later, more likely when she was actually able to give herself time to even think about what to say and how to explain it. "You just... you don't even know. Anyways, I hope that wasn't confusing. I really do hope that actually made sense because I like to ramble some times and I hope that's not what just happened." She let out a long breath, rubbing her eyes, and even kind of digging the palm of her hands into her eyes before setting her hands down. Her hands were slightly shaky as she lifted one to gently stroke the animal on her lap once again. "There is still so much to tell you I just thought maybe you would want to start off with that for now, and learn more about me later on." Admitted Hailey before lifting her gaze to Novia as she awaited uneasily for the girl's response to what she had just explained. The thought of her friend Aradia made her even more depressed, was the girl angry with her? Afterwards she had stormed off and her best friend was nowhere in sight. She wanted Aradia to be here, but she wasn't. Where was she? Hailey had no idea but it shouldn't matter because at the moment she was talking with Novia about their pasts and such.

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Novia listened intently, maintaining a look of concern as she wrote in her notebook. Okay, so she was right; Hailey was a bit...off. Alright, she had to admit that this place was a mecca for studies. For a moment during Hailey's recounting of her past Novia felt...something. A twinge of sympathy? Couldn't be - She didn't relate to people. For her to relate she had to care and what did she care for this girl that she didn't even know? Of course she wouldn't form any sort of attachment to Hailey; This was purely for research. Dismissing the idea, she closed her notebook and put away her pen. “Actually I don't mind if you ramble and I do encourage it. Rambling means that your words are uncensored and you are saying what is exactly on your mind which makes it easier for me to grasp who you really are. I also don't mind taking time to listen to you. It feels good to let people in, doesn't it?”

She wouldn't know, of course. She hadn't let anyone in for quite some time and she certainly wasn't going to start now. Deep in the back of her mind she knew that it was highly possible and probable that she would eventually become some semblance of who she once was. But it would take more than tossing her into a group of fellow degenerates and crazies and voodoo therapy with magical powers. She sighed softly and wiped her hand down her face. “I need to go speak with the Benefactor. Join me for dinner lately and we can talk more. Her leaving was abrupt as she grabbed her plate and placed it atop her notebook, waving to Hailey with her free hand before shuffling down the hall to lock and close her door. She was back towards the stairs, Orca having locked Hailey near to death (figuratively) before struggling his way up the steps behind Novia as she traveled to the sixth floor. As she came to the Benefactor's office she could feel her brow crease as she knocked on the door.