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Harper Foster

"I'm more than just a pretty face... right?"

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

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"Save your breath. I've heard it all before."




General Knowledge




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Full Name:
Harper Dawn Foster

Nickname:
Harp, Dawn, Angel (by clients).
Gender:
Female
Age:
Twenty

Ethnicity/Race:
1/2 Native American, 1/2 Caucasian

Sexual Orientation:
Pansexual
Room #:
250
Prior Occupation:
Prostitute

Current Occupation:
Job: Empowerer

Gift of Innocence:
"Listen Well"

The Empowerer is tasked with helping others get up from their sulking, agony, and lack of confidence. She will guide those who were lost, thrown away, and shunned by society to a new direction in life. Her Gift of Innocence, "Listen Well," enables her to allow the person she is talking to to listen and obey her advice and commands. Once she has the person's attention, she can plant images and memories into their mind, as long as they are under her control. It is given to one who has been used by both family and strangers and who has felt worthless with no one listening to her. There are however, limitations to this power as the person must be able to actually hear the command (that means if the person is not paying attention, is listening to something else, or there's loud noise in the area the person won't obey) and the empowerer must say a command. It must be noted that it feels nice to be listened to and have everyone obey your commands, but overuse and overconfidence breeds arrogance, a dictator mindset, and the need to have control all the time.




Things You Want To Know




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Hair Color:
Dark chocolate brown

Eye Color:
Winter sky blue-grey

Height:
5'4"

Weight:
123 pounds

Tattoos:
None.

Piercings:
Two in each ear.

Scars:
A burn mark on her left hip about the size of a cigarette end (from a special request, she was paid three grand to let him do it). Various other scars that are barely noticeable.

Character Color:
darkgreen





Description:
Harper enjoys being a woman, and does not mind flaunting off her curvaceous figure. Sundresses and other update and in-fashion items are her clothing of choice. Her hair is a dark chocolate brown that cascades well past her shoulders. Her eyes are a startling bluegrey, that sink deep into her soul. Her mother always told her that her sister’s eyes were like the tree- grounded and steadfast, and Harper’s eyes were like the water, always moving, always changing. Harper’s skin is permanently sun kissed, a natural tan from her Native American heritage. Harper stands at an average height for women, but a slightly smaller size for her age. She’s only around 5’4”, give or take an inch. Her build is a slender hour glass. Most of her body is taken up by her legs, which are athletically toned. On her left hip is a small cigarette burn from a client who paid a hefty sum to leave a mark on her. It was the first and last permanent mark she received in the life style. The burn is a constant reminder of where she has been, and where she was told she'd always be.




For Better Or For Worse




Personality:
{Ashamed, Secretive, Loyal, Adaptive, Guarded}
Harper Dawn Foster. She doesn't look like your average small town girl, but she was until she turned 15, when her mother died. What’s this got to do with her personality? A lot, actually. Harper used to be on the cheer leading squad at her middle school, and like most cheerleaders she had that no-matter-what-everything-will-be-perfect attitude. She was care-free. She was that friend who would show up at your house at four in the morning when your boyfriend broke up with you, climb in through your window so your parents don’t wake up kinda girl… but she had her dark side then, too. The kind of dark side that drove her to beat in her ex’s car while he was at work one day, after she found a pair of some other girl’s underwear in his car. Fifteen seems so young to her now.

Now. She was someone else entirely. A dark shadow of the happy girl she used to be. Numb to the world, stuck in fast forward, trapped in a downward spiral that even her best friend, iced Vodka, can’t get her out of. Traces of the old Harper still surface every now and again. When she gets a new diamond necklace from an admirer, or when she gets a million flowers on Valentine’s Day. The simple, little highs that living her life bring. Harper’s personality is hard to describe, because she doesn’t even know herself anymore. A little voice in the back of her head whispers for her to do things she knows she shouldn’t do. Harper may seem on edge to people around her, a little high strung perhaps, a little spacey. Here in a moment, gone in a flash.

There are some things about her, though, that have stuck with her through the years. She enjoys deep, emotional relationships with her Sisters (the other women of her workplace). I suppose she figures if she’s going to sleep with them, she might as well like them. Harper has long since forgotten if she was straight or not. Now she just says she’s whatever she’s told to be. That goes for the men, as well. One of the best traits Harper has is her ability to adapt, and change herself to be whatever is desired of her. She’s been changing and adapting for so long now, she’s almost forgotten where she stops and the act begins.

One thing's for sure; she's tired of living the life she's made for herself. She wants to be treated with respect; to be able to walk the streets at night without being called to or picked up. She longs to be the average small town girl, but she's not. Through the years in her life of work she had learned to be manipulative, intimidating, seductive, and numb; but that's not who she wants to be. She wants to be fun-loving, care free, loving, caring, and honest. She's been living in the dark for so long, she's scared that the light will blind her.

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Hobbies:
Dancing (stripping, hiphop, tap, and ballet)
Rock climbing
Yoga

Habits:
Running every day.
Biting her lip when she's mad or embarrassed.
Lying about who she is in public.

Oddities:
Being called 'sexy' or 'hot' irritates her.
Refuses to take pills, regardless of how sick she is.

Likes/Loves:

Strawberries
Horseback riding
The smell of rain
Art (even though she's not talented in it)
Sunflowers

Dislikes/Hates:

Grapes
The color yellow
Cats
Talking about her past
Her life





Stuff You Shouldn't know...




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Strengths and Weaknesses

Character Skills/Talents:What is your character good at doing?

Harper is obviously a master of seduction. She’s spent years with The Madam and has learned a lot from her. She’s also very good at defusing tense situations. Another talent of hers, is finding out things about someone that they don’t want found out. She’s amazing at digging up dirt on someone to use against them later if she ever has the need to. Harper is very good at acting; from pretending to be interested in the conversation to role playing in the bedroom. She’s an excellent dancer, as she keeps her body in top form for her job.

Character Flaws/Weaknesses:What is your character bad at doing?

Harper has never been truly in love with someone, so she lacks a certain softness that some men want. She’s much better at the tie-me-down-and-show-me-that-you-like me, rough-love sort of situations. Harper knows how to have sex; but when it comes to making love… she’s at a loss. She also is a terrible cook, if it can burn—it will. She has a revenge problem that she doesn’t quite know how to stop; as I said earlier, once you get on her bad side… you’re there for good. She also has a jealous bone the size of Texas. She is extremely jealous of those younger than her, especially The Baby and the Madam’s Daughter. The Security is the only man she’s ever met that was decent, and after years of being around him he has remained that way. She’s developed a tender spot for him, and in a world of lust and fantasy, a real world fancy could mean the end of you. The Madam warned her when she first started against falling for anyone. Escorts are not meant to fall in love, so she's never been given the chance. She doesn't know what real love is.

Secrets:
1. She has murdered.
2. Her stage name is Ivory Pierce.
3. She has gone slightly mental after the years of sexual abuse. She has heard voices, and sometimes sees flashbacks.








Fears/Phobias:
! Overdosing. When you walk into a bathroom and find the woman who read you bedtime stories slumped over in a pool of her own blood, it's going to stick with you. The tiny white pills lay sprawled out from her fingertips, and a white soft foam gurgled from her throat when Harper moved her into a seated position. She will never forget. The voices won't let her. "...mom?"

! Being found out. A life on the run would have been exhausting. Instead, she chose to live in the spotlight; hidden in plain sight. There is always the threat though, with every uniform pair of pants that she unzips. What if someone found out? What if someone knew? She would rather die than go to jail. "I'm not meant to live in a cage."

! Afraid of never finding someone to love her for her- and not just for her body. "I'm more than just a pretty face... right?"





Remembering The Past




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Biography

Place Of Origin:
Virginia

Birth Date:
November 23rd

History:

Where shall we begin? At the beginning, I suppose. Harper was born in the small, very isolated, Northern town of Staunton, Virginia. You practically need a magnifying glass to find it on the map. She was raised there as a happy child. At the age of ten she started cheerleading. Her mother was so proud. Harper's mother, Annabelle Foster, was her idol. The two did almost everything together, and her mother never missed a cheerleading competition. When Harper was 13 a boy from school came home with her on the bus. His name was Tyler, and he was 15. He was a handsome boy, with dark brown hair and charming green eyes. Of course Harper was in love with him. They went into her treehouse, and he kissed her ever so gently on the cheek. “Don’t tell anyone.” he had said. She promised she wouldn’t, and he showed her what was below his belt. “You want to touch it?” he asked. Harper felt a small twist in her stomach. This was wrong. She told him she didn’t want to, and went to climb out of the tree house, but he grabbed her by her ankle and pull her back. He forced her down, and raped her. Tyler told her that if she told anyone, he’d kill her. So she didn’t, and once a week after school Tyler would come over.

Around her 16th birthday, Tyler moved away- he joined the Army. Surprisingly things went back to normal for Harper. She was doing very well on the cheerleading team now, and although she wasn’t captain yet there were rumors of her being voted for next. A few months after Harper turned 17, her mother committed suicide. Distraught, Harper dropped out of cheerleading. It wouldn’t be the same without her mother. She went through the rest of high school in a haze, secretly sleeping around with almost the entire football team. Well, it was only a secret to her father who didn’t pay he much attention at all. It seemed his mind was elsewhere those days. It took two years for her to figure out why her sweet mother committed suicide. Her father had been cheating on her—with a man. Unable to bare the shame in such a small southern town, her mother opted for a different way out. She overdosed herself on Harper’s pain medicine that had been left over from a sprained wrist from Cheerleading. Harper found her slumped over in the bathroom – too late to be saved. To this day Harper would rather suffer through being sick, than take a pill.

Unable to stand the sight of her father, and loathing him for what he did to her mother, she decided that she was going to kill him. She waited very patiently. She could have won an award for her acting skills, as she even made him believe that she forgave him and wanted to meet this ‘other man’. After months of waiting, her father finally worked up the courage to let her meet this man in person.

She came down the stairs of their beautiful, but lonely, two story home and froze. Hand still on the railing, she staring calmly at the sight before her. Tyler. He stood with an idiotic, embarrassed smile on his face, with one of his arms wrapped around her father’s waist. She blinked once, twice, three times; trying to clear this nightmare from in front of her—but it was real. Collecting herself, she told her father that she forgave him, and asked if Tyler would be staying the night. Thrilled that his daughter was so accepting, he asked and Tyler agreed to stay the night. She waited until they left to go pick up dinner for the three of them. In their absence, she set about her plan. When they returned, she pretended that everything was fine, and went to bed early. She sat in her room, which was across the hall from her fathers room, and glared at her reflection as she listened to their moans. Once they had stopped, she calmly put her bookbag full of everything she thought she’d need, including the money from her father’s safe, onto her back.

She calmly walked out the door, turning on her heel at the last moment to take in the vision of her family’s estate. With a blank expression she dropped the match onto the gasoline soaked rug, and stood for a moment to watch the flames burst and rush up the trail she had made just after they went to sleep. She calmly walked down the dirt driveway of her house as flames began to fill up the windows of her childhood home. She turned and looked back, only able to make out two figures frantically trying to open the windows of her father’s room. You see, they had not noticed when they went to bed that she had switched the door knob around, so as to lock it from the outside. Nor did they notice as they made love, throbbing the headboard of the bed into the wall, that she had also nailed the windows shut earlier that day. Their screams sounded very muffled from her distance. Ironic, how her father called for help now when he knew there was none. He had chosen the house so far into the sticks, away from people, himself. There was not a soul for at least twelve miles.

That was the last time she saw her father. She didn’t know where she was going, but when she reached the bus stop she bought the first ticket out. Detroit, Michigan read the sign above the bus. “Detroit, huh? Sounds good to me…”

When she arrived in Detroit she had very little money left. With no money for another bus ticket, she decided this was where she’d stay. Once all of her money was gone, due to food and hotel expenses, and unable to find work, it seemed only natural to join a brothel. She had had her virginity stolen from her, so sex for her was just a means for money; nothing more. It wasn’t long before the Madam found her and showed her what it was like to be a classy escort over a slutty whore. She began to bring in the money faster than any other girl; and the men began asking for her by name. By the time she was 20, she was at the top of her game, and bringing in loads from The Madam. Life was perfect, or at least it appeared that way. Who could turn up their nose at three meals, housing, and being the guilty pleasure of all the richest men in Detroit? Not Harper. She couldn't. She had no where else to go.

The voices started around that same time. She had never been much of a drinker, but Vodka quickly became her best friend. It soothed away the guilty voices in her mind, and hushed the screams of her father that echoed on a sick repeat. Soon after, she started seeing things. Her mother slumped over in bathrooms, or her father’s face in reflective surfaces. It’s a real mood-killer. Harper knows as long as she brings in money, she can stay, so she pretends her mind is not deteriorating at the rate that it is. To make matters worse, there’s The Baby (the youngest girl in the brothel) she has to worry about. She’s young, and beautiful, and a threat. Harper realizes now that she’s turned 20 that she might not be able to do this forever. She is comforted by the fact that she has a baby face, and can easily look 16. She’s started lying about her age to clients, able to be however old The Madam wants her to be. Above everything, Harper knows she has to stop hearing the voices, has to stop seeing things. Her life depends on it… but they just won’t go away.

At least, that was until she met Him. One night, as she was walking back home she was stopped by a handsome stranger. "Are you looking for a good time, Sugar?" Her balance was slightly off, as she swayed gently, eyes losing their focus. The vodka bottle in the brown bag was already half empty. The stranger told her that he had something for her, " You seem like someone who has been through immense suffering, and is desperately looking for a way to turn things around." "Fuck you," she snapped, narrowing her eyes as she attempted to stride past him. He reached out, gently stopping her as he explained about his boss' company, "... Gift of Innocence..." She stopped, humoring him by staying long enough to listen. "Sure, darlin'," she laughed, not believing a word he said. "You accept, then?" She stared at him for a moment longer, a smile toying with her lips. A second chance? A clean slate? Was that even possible? She was about to say yes, and then something cheeky, but the world around her turned dark. When she woke up, she found a letter sitting in her lap. The rest, is, as they say; History.


Family Tree
None living.

Happiest Memory:
Winning her first cheerleading trophy.

Saddest Memory:
Finding her mother.




Theme Song




"The Gift" | Seether


Hold me now I need to feel relief
Like I never wanted anything
I suppose I'll let this go and find a reason I'll hold on to
I'm so ashamed of defeat
And I'm out of reason to believe in me
I'm out of trying to get by

I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
I don't belong here and I'm not well
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living
Right on the wrong side of it all

I can't face myself when I wake up
And look inside a mirror
I'm so ashamed of that thing
I suppose I'll let it go
Until I have something more to say for me
I'm so afraid of defeat
And I'm out of reason to believe in me
I'm out of trying to defy

I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
I don't belong here and I'm not well
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living
Right on the wrong side of it all

Hold me now I need to feel complete
Like I matter to the one I need

I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
I don't belong here and I'm not well
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living
Right on the wrong side of it all

Now I'm ashamed of this
I am so ashamed of this
Now I'm so ashamed of me
I am so ashamed of me...





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Other/Misc:

Wants to gain: What does your character want out of this job?
A chance at a life in the daylight.





OOC
Password:
How often can you get online? Every, or every other, day.
How often can we expect you to be able to post?: Every, or every other, day.

So begins...

Harper Foster'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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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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Harper had just finished straightening herself up when a small, doll-like girl walked over to her. Without meaning to, Harper's eyes were already sizing the female up. Not too tall, lanky, small chest, looks like she's never seen a real hard day's work in her life, probably never had sex-- the innocent type. All of this in a matter of seconds, and with a blink- it was over. "..I wanted to make sure you were alright,” the girl was saying as Harper tuned back into her moving lips. "Oh, I'm fine," Harper sighed, releasing the pent-up aggression she had not intended to build in the first place in the form of a sigh. "That was just my boss- threatening to fire me.. you know, the typical thing bosses do when you're not at their beck-and-call. I'm Harper, by the way," she added, reaching out a hand to shake the other girl's. What had she said her name was again? Oh, Fiona. Right- like the Ogre from Shrek 2. "Nice to meet you-- you got a note too, I guess?"

Idle chit-chat was always the best way to go for Harper. It would keep her mind off of The Madam and the possibility of losing her job. Even still, as she stood staring at the girl in front of her, she found it extremely hard to not be judgememental. After years of sizing other women up as potential threats it was strange for her to relax herself and just look at another girl as another person... Maybe even a possible friend. A friend like she had before- before her life turned upside down, before she left Virginia. Thoughts of her horses made her stomach turn over- what had happened to them? "So I guess we just wait here until Nick gets back," she mused out loud, glancing around the hallway at the group of people that lingered idlely waiting for the two leaders of this adventure to come back. "Hey, didn't Nick say something about there being no elevator? I wonder what floor we're on then..."

The question wasn't exactly directed at Fiona, more like a general question to herself but she decided to say it aloud anyway. Harper could help but wonder what had earned this innocent creature a golden ticket- she looked fine to Harper, but then again, if she looked in the mirror Harper could probably say the same for herself. Her heart softened towards the girl in that moment, realizing that she had no real idea what this woman had been through. With new respectful for the girl, Harper flashed her a smile, "Is your room as amazing as mine?"

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Novia continued dabbing lightly at her eyes as she listened carefully and quietly, assessing both her situation and the male before her. One could practically hear the cogs in her mind whirring and clicking as she calculated her possible choices and the outcomes. She could leave — He said she was contracted but she didn't recall signing any contract. But they knew quite a bit about her already and if she left they could easily contact the authorities. She could be apprehended and deported and most likely sent to prison. Now, if she stayed and things were as he said they were she would benefit greatly. She didn't get a good look at the room that she had been placed in but she didn't like what she saw so far. There were also several others who had also fallen on hard times and observing them and comparing the reactions of everyone to such a situation to her own as well as those of everyone else would prove an awfully great experiment. She also apparently had a job here and could stay for free. She soon came to the conclusion that she would stay. For now.

Her final decision would be made in one week's time.

Her emerald eyes soon met the startling kind cerulean gaze of the man that had previously knocked her out and she quietly observed him, he politely remaining still. He was kind and apparently the Benefactor aided him when he fell on hard times. She was still a bit wary of his attitude, though perhaps it was just a "culture shock" after so many years of not a single shoulder to cry on or a kind hand to help her up without some ulterior motive. She blushed involuntarily as he complimented her intelligence - That was a first. She could come up with a million and one possible ulterior motives that the company had with her — She had a very wide skill set and they were apparently well aware of and she was the best at what she did. She had pulled a number of different jobs for many other companies so the idea of this corporation using her wasn't quite so left-field. But from what she could recall about this company, the owner didn't seem so malevolent — But there were many other companies that seemed like good people on the outside.

She continued to come to the conclusion that this was an awfully great and strange adventure to embark on with the psychological experiment of a lifetime as a prospect. She honestly wasn't doing anything else with her life and was simply going through the motions. Her passion for life had slowly been waning over the past few months as she continuously accumulated money, power, and material possessions but got nowhere and nothing but disrespect and cold, soulless items as she lived out her days alone with her paranoia, fears, and obsessions. This had the potential to be fun and beneficial. Sucking up her tears, she immediately put up her emotional walls and her mask. In a matter of seconds her entire appearance seemed to change; From depressed, confused, vulnerable, and lost to optimistic and charismatic. Her tears were dried and her frown was now a gentle smile, her once dull eyes now shining with curiosity, though there was also a somewhat malicious glint to them. “l suppose I could go along with it for now. Let‘s go then.” She stood up and shoved her hands in the front pocket of her hoody before taking off at a brisk pace back towards the building with him at her side.

She was silent, but retained her cheerful appearance as she went inside, though she still looked like a hooligan with her piercings and apparel. The immigrant continued running statistics through her mind as she climbed the stairs, Nicholas having taken the lead. She appreciated that he respected her silence and didn't try to force a conversation on her. She habitually pushed her tongue against the bar in her bottom lip as she thought, eventually switching to playing with the bar going through her tongue as well. She still retained her paranoia, but she couldn't see any other way out. They knew too much for her to just ditch and she didn't have her car as far as she knew. It would be better here, though. If they grabbed all her other things, they damn sure better not have left behind her Audi R8 — The hell she went through to get that thing was unbelievable. Contemplating where her vehicle was, she nearly bumped into another girl with hair as dark as her own.

“Lo siento.” She spoke softly, pulling her hat off as Nicolas moved to Scarlett's side. She ran her fingers through her hair as it pooled around her feet before she began to braid it to pass the time.

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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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Harper had done her very best to completely ignore any and everyone after her last encounter. Not that it had been unpleasant, but because she really didn't care. She just wanted to meet this "Benefactor" and get on with whatever was happening so that she could know, make a choice, and leave if that's what she wanted to do. Thankfully, it wasn't long before they were all grouped up and shuffled toward the stairs. [darkgreen]Stairs? Really? All this money, and they force us to use the stairs? Animals.[/color] Harper kept her thoughts to herself, easily climbing up the stairs without becoming winded. Thanks to her job, she was in peek fitness. She was herded into the room with the Benefactor, along with everyone else. She was briefly reminded of cattle, and watched the handsome man with keen interest. Was he the gentle farmer, or the owner of their slaughter house?

Her mind was torn from cows the second the room started to vibrate and the floor stared to glow. "Holy shit," she breathed, too terrified to move, but pretty certain that she probably should. Too held by her own terror, she found that she could not retreat from the scary glowing pentagram. Was this some sort of sick joke? Because it wasn't funny. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she began to mentally panic. Her body seemed to hold her still, but her mind was frantic to leave. “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.” Harper looked up to the Benefactor, her heart hammering in her chest. Don't be afraid? He? She wanted to speak out, to inform this maniac that she did not believe in God anymore... but she couldn't. It was as if her tongue had swollen and become lead in her mouth.

And then the glowing was over, and the man in the white gloves nearly fell over. Luckily, Nick managed to run over and catch him. As though it could not get any weirder, the Benefactor then began to go from person to person, telling them their new 'power', as if the circle had done something to them. Harper frowned just slightly, her heart still fluttering in her chest as he went from person to person. Harper listened carefully, confused but unable to stop watching as the man moved from person to person. There was no way that this was real... was it? A warm tingle in her body radiated over her, though that could have been the cold chills that raced up her arms. Harper listened intently to the woes and problems of the others around her. A toxic friendship. Abuse. Loss. Pain-- they all seemed to have that one in common. Her heart began to go out to her co-workers. Co-workers? Was.. she accepting? If what this man was saying was true.. how could she deny him? The chance to help others.. the chance to be empowered. It was as the Benefactor was explaining the problems and details of each person that Harper began to grow nervous. He was outing all of them. There would be no more secrets left in the room. Her thoughts went to her job, and what these people would think of her the moment she was revealed.

The man beside her was next, and she listened as his life in the mafia was revealed. Her stomach turned over-- she was next. The Benefactor came to stand in front of her, as tears brimmed in her eyes. She was terrified, but also mortified at her own past. She was not proud, by any means, about what he was about to say. “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?" As if on cue, her phone began to vibrate violently in her pocket. Time was up. Time to make a choice. "Don’t answer the call. You have another home now. Harper listened as silent tears rolled down her cheeks, slowly nodding her head in acceptance. She bit her bottom lip to stable herself, convinced instantly as she made eye contact with him that he was telling the truth. " 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 you are talking to listen and obey your 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.”

As the Benefactor moved on to the next person, she released the breath she did not know she had been holding and quickly reached up to her face to wipe at the tears that had been streaming down her cheeks. She let out a sigh, suddenly feeling incredibly drained from the emotional trauma she had suffered over the past few minutes. After everyone was finished finding out their powers, Nick revealed his and the Benefactor asked the age-old question: "Any more questions?" Harper had to laugh- it was too comical not to. "Why was I chosen?" Came from across the room, a fair question. Then, as if it was the most hilarious thing in the world, she began to laugh even more, adding, "Yes, I have one too.. and only one! Why does the elevator not work?"


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why was I chosen?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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She listened as the girl said she was fine but she sort of knew better then to believe it. But, it was not her place to pry on someone else's private business... Especially when she didn't even know the girl. She shook Harper's hand as she introduced herself which made the British girl relax a bit. At least someone wasn't being hostile towards everyone else. Hating everything and everyone just because they were pissed off about being here. She chatted with the girl, telling her about her room before seeing Harper be bumped by a small Hispanic looking girl who, she assumed apologized to Harper. Who didn't seem to mind very much to say much about it. She stayed by Harper before finally seeing the adults return into the room. She looked at the small young girl and assumed she must have been here already or was related to one of the adults. No child could loss their innocence so much at such a young age that they needed to come here...

And then after a moment of not paying attention, she saw all the boys go with Scarlett while the girl stayed behind with Nicolas. She watched as Grey and Nicolas talked while she just awkwardly waited to get an explanation. And finally, they began moving and made it to an office who she could bet was the boss of everyone here and was the person who sent the two to go and get everyone here. Once entering she found a man who began to speak to the large group. “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.” She looked at the top of the letter seeing her room number before returning her gaze up to the man who continued to speak. She honestly didn't bat an eye at the job, she never had an actually job but she did enough around her home and for her protest to know exactly what to do. She watched as Sylvester put his gloved hands out in front of him, making her raise an eyebrow. Soon a bright glowing light began to wrap around all the young adults. To her, she was wonder what it was. She was a curious person and she wanted ask him what he was doing but she couldn't find the words. “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.” Looking up at him, she could have swore that now it was a dream. Powers? What was this a fairy tail?

As she begn asking questions in her head, she didn't even notice him going around to the group telling them what their so-called "powers" were. It wasn't until he stop in front of her that began paying attention to what he was saying. “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."
She smiled towards him before seeing him move to the next person. She looked towards who she believe was Alton before offering a small smile. After that, everything kind of winded down while a the raven haired had curse up a storm before actually storming out, hopefully leaving. If he didn't want to be there and have the choice of getting whatever he lost back then let him leave. It would make her irritation go down anyways. Matter of fact, she was tried of hearing everyone bitch and complain, some saying how they wanted to go and explore while others wished to leave. Fiona? She wanted to stay here, she hated her life sometimes. People assuming that she was so perfect and such a little princess without truly getting to know her or of her scars physical and emotional scars. She had her goddamn baggage too. She could just sense people staring at her, just judging the small rag-doll girl. She looked at Harper who was still next to her before speaking to her after clearing her throat once more.

“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.” She told her in all honest before slipping out of the office and walked towards the stairs, not really having a true destination in mind. She needed some air, so she walked towards the doors and walked into the sunlight before sighing. Letting all the anxiety just melt away from her as she looked at her phone, now seeing a message from her ballet teacher, telling that apparently her parents told her that she had broken her leg and was at home resting it. And that he hoped her star dancer felt better soon. She didn't even reply as she slide to the ground under a tree, shielding her from the sun as she just looked in her small bag and grabbed out a folded piece of paper to write down everything that had happened so far in the day.

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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.