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Scarlet Victoria Romanov

"You better not give us any trouble..."

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

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"I hope you don't give us any trouble".




General Knowledge




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Full Name:
Scarlet Victoria Romanov

Nickname:
Scar

Gender:
Female, "Really?..."

Age:
21

Ethnicity/Race:
1/2 German, 1/4 Italian, 1/4 Irish

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Room #:
200

Prior Occupation: Unknown, "I don't think I can tell you"

Current Occupation:
Recruiter




Things You Want To Know




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Hair Color:
Scarlet has a natural red hair

Eye Color:
Blue

Height:
5'10"

Weight:
130lbs

Tattoos:
None

Piercings:
Her lobes

Scars:
Several, she doesn't get the nickname Scar just because of her name. She won't show them though but they go throughout her whole body.

Character Color: OrangeRed3 - #C22817

Description:
Scarlet's beauty may come off as hypnotizing for some. She is a natural red head beauty with a killer smile. She possesses natural beauty, and doesn't need a great deal of make up to look beautiful. It can be said that Scarlet does not care much for looks, while others consider her looks as one of her best weapons.
She usually uses comfortable clothing as it is most convenient.




For Better Or For Worse




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Personality:
{Outspoken, Headstrong, Fierce, Secretive, Serious, Sarcastic, Witty, Strict, Serious, Harsh, Loyal, Restless, Spontaneous, Unpredictable}
Scarlet is not what one could particularly call a delicate flower. She is outspoken, headstrong, fierce. She will not hesitate to speak her mind up whenever she can, specially when she feels annoyed. That does not mean that she in honest, in fact she's very secretive, she likes to keep her problems and her life as personal as possible.

She feels particularly uncomfortable when people start talking about their feelings, and would much rather ignore emotional people. She's very serious, specially when it comes to her doing her job, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have fun while working at the corporation. She likes being sarcastic from time to time and let's out a witty comment every now and then.She is often strict and serious specially when it comes to her job. For this reason she may come off as harsh. Apart from that, there are times when she is flirty and likes to mess around with boys, she doesn't believe in love so there is nothing to worry herself with, she might as well enjoy her time.

There are times when she shows a different side of her, more relaxed and carefree, but only a handful of people ever get to witness it. She can be loyal when people earn her trust, which rarely happens, for the time being she is only known to be loyal to Sylvester and Sylvester only. Scarlet is a bit restless, she's always on the move and finding things to occupy her time with. She's also a bit of a wild card, she's spontaneous and unpredictable.

She is a pessimist and likes to always see things coming before they come back at at at hit her at the face. She is also a realist and likes to have her two feet at the ground instead of dreaming in the clouds and wish for shooting stars. She has one goal and one goal only and that is her main focus and her purpose in life, she will stop at nothing to get what she wants and to accomplish her goals.

Scarlet is never sweet with words, unless she does so purposely. She can be very sarcastic, she likes playing with words however she dislikes when people don't go straight to the point and babble for long. She's better at listening than at talking and she would like to keep it that way. She will rarely, if ever, trust anyone enough to open up with them, she would much rather keep herself distanced than to get close enough with someone to let them hurt her.

Scarlet genuinely does not care what people think of her, she had enough time to build herself a barrier in which she will let people out. Even so, she has quite a temper, because of it she snaps and sometimes she can get out of control.

Hobbies:
Exercising
Reading
Listening Music
Teasing new recruits
Swimming
Cooking (she's surprisingly very skilled)

Habits:
Bites her lips from time to time
She likes staring directly at people
Randomly curses in Spanish when she's mad
Often strokes her hair to the back of her ears

Oddities:
❈Used to be allergic to cats
❈She like listening music in other languages

Likes/Loves:
    ~Her Job | Recruiting
    ~Good Sense of Humor
    ~Diligence
    ~Obedience
    ~Italian & Chocolate
    ~New Recruits
    ~Good Comebacks
    ~Being in Charge
    ~Loyalty
    ~Bravery
    ~Music
    ~Swimming
    ~Wittiness
    ~Learning new things/skills
    ~Winning
Dislikes/Hates:
    ~Firing Recruits
    ~Stupidity/Ignorance
    ~Sea Food
    ~Excuses
    ~Boring Personalities
    ~Cops
    ~Getting Orders
    ~Nosy People
    ~Liars
    ~Stuck-Up People
    ~Remembering the Past
    ~Being Questioned
    ~Over Emotional People
    ~People Crying
    ~Losing





Stuff You Shouldn't know...




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Strengths and Weaknesses

Character Skills/Talents:
    Self declared expert at spotting/detecting lies
    Easily deceives people
    Manipulative
    Great endurance
    Strong
    Her charms
    Finding things to do
Character Flaws/Weaknesses:
    Memories of the past
    Gets easily angered and/or annoyed
    Loses control when she gets angry
    Harsh
    Can't stand when people cry

Secrets:
~She was kidnapped when she was a child (Only Sylvester knows)
~She doesn't believe in love, and is afraid that when she does it will be too late
~She might be more than 'co-workers' with the other recruiter, still unconfirmed

Fears/Phobias:
~Losing everything
~Claustrophobia (not serious)
~She fears being entrapped
~Chains




Remembering The Past




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Biography

Place Of Origin:

Birth Date:
November 2 ♏

History:
Scarlet was born into an upper class family. They were not exactly rich but they were well off, both her parents had their fights every now and then but they loved each other greatly. She was the youngest in the family, having an older brother and an older sister. She lived happily with her family, they would often go to parties and reunions with the whole family, everything seemed to be going great.

It can be said that she lived a happy and normal life. Of course that was before they took her. Everything changed before young Scar was even 8, she had barely gotten out of school waiting for her mother to pick her up. Instead of her lovely mother, a man she knew knew well showed up saying that he would take her home instead. Little Scar knew the man she used to call uncle, of course had it been a strange man she would have refused and would have asked for help for a stranger as she had been thought. But this man was someone she knew so there could be no harm right? Little Scar followed the man at the back of the van where she discovered she was not alone. Another man was at the passenger side looking at her with a perverse and wicked way as soon as she took a seat in the back.

Something did not feel right and poor naive Scar wanted to get out of the van so she asked her uncle to let her at the school and that she would ask the teacher to take her instead. Of course, uncle Ben refused and said that he could get in trouble with her mom were he to do as she said. Seeing that, Scar tried to leave but before she had any chance the second man stopped her before she could do a thing. The man unbuckled his seat belt and moved to where she was where he abused her.

Scarlet's little eyes could not stop from tearing and all she could do was scream for help. It was then when her uncle joined the gruesome and utterly disgusting cowardly act at the back of the van. Scarlet passed out and woke up tied up in a almost pitch black darkness, her body sore all over. She had bruised all over her small body and she was now covered with some blood. In terror she looked around to find out she was not alone, she discovered that other children were there in the room with her. (more tba)
Family Tree
Father
Mother

Happiest Memory:
She has two. One of her birthdays spent with her family & last but not least when she managed to escape her kidnappers.

Saddest Memory:
Realizing that she would never see her family again after being kidnapped.




Theme Song




Falling Inside The Black | Skillet

Falling in the black
Slipping through the cracks
Falling to the depths can I ever go back
Dreaming of the way it used to be
Can you hear me?
Falling in the black
Slipping through the cracks
Falling to the depths can I ever go back
Falling inside the black
Falling inside, falling inside the black.





Other




Other/Misc:

Wants to gain:
Unknown

Anything else
TBA





OOC

Password:
How often can you get online? Almost everyday.
How often can we expect you to be able to post?: Within 2 days, most likely sooner.

So begins...

Scarlet Victoria Romanov's Story

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Sylvester Cromwell, or the Benefactor as he’s called, looked at the grandfather clock that stood near the entrance to his office. It was already 9 o’clock and he wondered whether his new recruits were already up and ready for their new day. He made sure not to exert himself too much for the empowering can take a toll on him when he needs to give it to several people at once. There on his modern black office desk were the files of each of his new recruits that he made sure to read to get to know them. He had read everything from their past to their allergies and phobias to make sure he would be able to understand how to accommodate everyone. He sent a huge list to the chefs so that they would know who to serve what. Of all the rude things to do, Sylvester certainly did not want to ignore the allergies of his staff.

After waiting for five minutes, the Benefactor decided it would be time to meet the new recruits. He first called Nicholas on his cell phone saying, “Hello Nick, it’s time to gather the new recruits to my office. Meet with the females, answer any questions they might have, and bring them up to my office.”

“Sure thing, sir!” Nick replied.

The Benefactor then added, “Oh, and please apologize for my sake about the lack of an elevator. Unfortunately this was how the building was structured and I wouldn’t want to trouble the already exhausted construction workers and architects who are trying to build other important buildings.”

“Yes sir, I will make sure to mention that.”

Nicholas hung up on the line and the Benefactor had to move on next to Scarlet. He was about to start the call when his daughter Kaylee bursted into the room.

“Good morning Daddy!” Kaylee greeted her father with a huge grin on her face.

“Hey, good morning sweetie!” the Benefactor greeted back. He immediately stood up and ran towards the young twelve year old who was holding her arms up in preparation from a giant incoming bear hug from her father. Sylvester swooped into Kaylee’s arms and grabbed her to be hoisted high in the air. When she was younger he would fly her around like a little airplane but with age they both told each other that just being lifted would be enough for them to handle. After suspending Kaylee in the air for a while, the Benefactor brought her close to him to land a couple of kisses on her cheeks before putting her down again.

“I heard there’s going to be some new people here, Daddy!” Kaylee said gleefully. “I wanna go meet them! Can I? Pleeaaassseee???” Kaylee asked using a puppy dog face.

“Well not now honey,” Sylvester said. ”Daddy has to talk about something very important right now to them. After they’re done up here maybe you’ll see them around, okay?”
“Yay!” Kaylee cheered.

Kaylee’s baby sitter Rosemary came in and told the Benefactor that it was time for Kaylee to take her bath and that she will meet with him for Breakfast soon. Sylvester nodded and Kaylee waved her father goodbye before leaving. Sylvester saw that the phone had reset itself so he dialed Scarlet’s number and gave her a call saying, “Hello Scarlet, it’s time for the new recruits to arrive. Please lead the men upstairs and tell them I apologize for the lack of an elevator.”
With that, Sylvester eagerly waited for the new Special Staff.

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Scarlet woke up early, as always, she was not used to staying longer than needed to, besides she found peace in jogging around the Corporation in the mornings. Today was different though, they had brought in the new recruits, she would have to do as always and she had to make sure that they would all meet up with Sylvester, or benefactor as he is often called. Speaking of, Scar would never really call him The Benefactor... it sounded strange in her lips so she refrained herself from saying it.

Even more of a reason to wake up early, Scarlet hurried and got ready, she eyed the small clock at the side table and noticed it was barely 6'o clock in the morning. She did as every other morning and when she was finally ready she remembered she would now spend her nights on her other assigned room, 'number #200' she remembered without struggle. She had her own room in the Corporation, of course, but whenever they had new recruits they had to make sure they were doing well so both her and Nicholas stayed nearby. She then remembered how every now and then, she and Nick would exchange dorms just for the fun of it, and now it was her turn to take on the girls.

Knowing that it was still to early for... anything really, Scarlet headed to the kitchen where she saw the staff preparing everything for breakfast. All the dishes were accommodated accordingly and especially for every single recruit, to make them feel at home as Sylvester mentioned before. Scarlet mocked the gesture, if it were up to her she wouldn't go after such a hassle even if her life depended on it. She starred at everyone expressionless seeing through that they were doing their job accordingly. Some of the staff looked nervously seeing the redheaded beauty enter the kitchen, one of the youngest dropped a bowl spilling the Italian salad that she had just prepared as Scarlet starred directly at her. The girl bowed down and apologized but Scarlet did nothing, she shook her head in annoyance and headed outside the kitchen, an older woman did the scolding for her as she exited.

Scarlet pulled her cell phone out knowing that she would soon get a call from Sylvester. As soon as she headed outside, her phone rang, she eyed the name on the screen, 'The Elusive Man", a private inside joke of hers. She answered the phone and heard Sylvester's voice calm and collected as always,“Hello Scarlet, it’s time for the new recruits to arrive. Please lead the men upstairs and tell them I apologize for the lack of an elevator.”. Scarlet didn't say anything as she did so often, she simply hanged up the phone as soon as he had finished his part, she didn't need to be reminded of what to do when she had done the job countless times.

She headed towards the stairs now, moving slowly almost making no noise whatsoever, not intentionally though, without having to try hard Scarlet was as stealthily as a cat. She wondered if other recruits had already woken up and if they had already read the letter that was assigned to each, inevitably a small smile formed upon her lips as she walked up the stairs. Finally upon reaching the second floor she leaned against the wall with her arms crossed waiting for anything to happen. Waiting for Nick to join her and to explain the situation of what had happened to the clueless new batch of recruits. Of course, she considered the possibility that some of them would remember their prior meeting before the letter and before they passed out so she simply waited to see if some of them would try to leave hastily.

She waited some time laying still which made her angry, she was not one to lay still for far too long and she grew impatient far too easily. It was then when she noticed someone coming out of one of the rooms, a girl. Scarlet didn't even flinch seeing the girl, she then heard her speak, "Hello?" the girl asked. Scarlet was still at the end of the hallway motionless and laying still, she disliked being the one who did the talking and she hoped that Nick would be the one to do so as he was always so fond of. So instead of answering the girl she remained quiet and observing. It took a while for her to finally speak, "took you long enough..." she finally said sharply.

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Image"took you long enough..." Behind Grey she heard the voice of what seemed to be an unpleased woman. The voice had been sharper then what Grey was hoping, probably hostile too if provoked, but she held on to her confident appearance and turned around to face the voice. She knew eventually someone would come across her, most likely word like she had experienced, but she was hoping for otherwise. People weren't Grey's favorite thing, whenever they were around she felt like she had to act normal: happy, friendly, and bubbly. So the act begins. Before saying anything she had to remind herself of how she had to act fake, she had to pretend to be happy and normal with every word she said, every gesture she made, even down to every simple fake laugh or giggle. "It's lovely to meet you, I'm Grey." Acting with a smile of warmth she made her way over to the red head. The girl seemed to be the same height as her, fit, and dangerously beautiful. She kidnapped me so why is she upset... Wait! It was a man I recall, so who is she! "I'm assuming you're a friend to the... lovely man I met last night. I'm hoping you wouldn't mind telling me what I'm doing here. I read the note so I know I'm here for some gift of some sort, but I don't really understand how I got tangled in this big mess up of some sort, bad things happen to everyone, I'm no different and definitely not special." Giving off a giggle she flipped her hair with her hand, "Besides, nothing bad had taken my innocence per-say." Lie one. If Grey had lost her innocence in order to be here then she had. She knew what it was, when it happened, and how it happened, but it wasn't like she was going to share. Years ago she had come across her husband George dead, but she never told anyone, no one knew he was dead, but her. It was hard for her to hide the fact though, like when his friends or family would ask where he was she couldn't just simply say at home. So, she came up with a story that he had run away, it was hard to believe because he had always seemed so happy in front of others, but she couldn't coop with telling others he had passed because of her. She could remember hiding him downstairs hanging by his neck, the sight was horrible, but had taken place. "Also, I really need to get home, there's something I really need... to do." The last part was an add on, she didn't want to give any hints away that she really needed something, but she did. She needed her medicine badly, she was assuming it was way passed the time to take it and without it she'd grow ill mental and possibly physically, too.

Grey could feel her nice charade wanting to slip away, she didn't know how much longer she could take the company of the rude kidnapper. Times ticking and I need to leave! Even though she was tired of the act she refused to let it fall and kept her sweet upbeat smile. Grey was appearing to be calm, but on the inside she was screaming. Every second she was here the more annoyed she got, she barely liked people and she defiantly didn't like being in strange places with even stranger people.

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Harper awoke to a familiar throbbing in her head, so familiar in fact it was almost calming. The pain was like a nip to the lips, a feeling which left a numb, tingling feeling in her lips. As she lazily rolled over, she let out a gentle groan, arching her back as if she were of a feline bloodline. When she finally hoisted herself into a seat on the bed, she took a slow look around the room. "Nice place," she muttered allowed, should her client still be within ear shot. She doubted it. Men in suits always had important places to be. Even still; was this his room? A little girly, she thought to herself as she slid out of the bed. The marble floor was oddly warm. "Heated floors? Very nice..." she purred. As she glanced around the grand bedroom, she noticed three doors. Two that were double doors. She bit her lip playfully and walked to the middle of the room, toying with a lock of her chocolate locks. "Let's see-- what's behind... door number... Two!" She strode over and gently pushed the door open, revealing the master bath. A grin spread across her lips as she surveyed the stand alone, four claw, tub and the live green garden that sprawled over the walls and around the far side of the room.

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She had just finished running the bath water and was just about to dip her toe in when her phone started violently vibrating on the night stand. With a look of annoyance, Harper pranced back into the bedroom and scooped up the device as she quickly made her way back, and into, the bubble bath. The Madam could clearly be read across the screen. "Hey, sunshine! Goodness, look, whoever this man is feel free to book me with him anytime. Who is he, by the way? Excuse me? What do you mean I'm not on call? What? Never came back? The bar? What? No. Of course not. Alright. Yeah, I'll call you when I'm on my way. Yes, ma'am. I know. Yes. But I--" The line was dead before she could finish her sentence. A sigh swelled and escaped her chest as she let the phone slide to the floor. So. She was in some random rich man's house. In his tub. Naked. The perks of being a prostitute, right?

Surely she should have been more worried, but honestly what could this man do to her that hadn't been done already? He didn't even appear to be in. With that in mind, Harper took her time enjoying her bubble bath and when she was through she helped herself to one of the soft white robes hanging on the wall. She was in the middle of crossing the room when a piece of paper laying on the bedside table caught her attention. I knew it, she thought to herself with a smile, hoping that her payment and a 'see you again soon' would be attached to the paper. Opening the folds, she began to read;

"To Whom It May Concern:

Do not be alarmed by the change of setting. You have been brought to the corporation and have been taken care of by my staff after you had a sudden fainting spell.

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.

You may be wondering what this “Gift of Innocence” is and why you have been selected. My company is not for the privileged but for the disadvantaged. I give second chances to those who have been through hard times, whatever the situation, and 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.

When you are ready, you may head out of your room and meet with either of my Recruiters Scarlet or Nicholas. I will be meeting with you and your co-workers individually in my office in room 656 on the 6th floor to discuss with you any questions you may have as well as give you your Gift of Innocence. While you wait, do get to know each other and engage in some friendly chatter, as you will be working closely with them for awhile. I look forward to working with you.

Sincerely:

The Benefactor of Innocence"


So it wasn't a dream. The man in the alleyway, and his proposal. She gently flipped the paper over to find her room number. Room Number 250. So, all of this was hers. A grin slowly spread onto her face. Hers. Not The Madam's-- but hers. She placed the letter back onto the bedside table and turned to the other two mystery doors. With a small bubble of growing excitement, Harper jogged over in her robe to the first set of double doors. Unable to control her curiosity any longer, she pushed them open and froze. Her heart nearly stopped in her chest. Before her, was a dream come true for any girl. Not only did she find all of her clothes, but a plethora of new articles had joined them. Straight ahead into the closet she walked, in a daze. She looked to her right, to the other wall and nearly fainted. Harper's bottom lip trembled slightly as she reached out in disbelief to touch a pair of black Prada heels. The room was breathtaking, and left her completely speechless.

There were so many beautiful clothes to choose from, Harper eventually settled with a simple and comfortable outfit. She paired a simple white tank top with a grey scarf and camisole, and finished the outfit with a pair of leggings and simple black flats. Once she was finished getting dressed, she let her hair down from the bun she had previously had it in, for bathing, and helped herself to the many hair and makeup supplies in her new vanity. After straightening her hair, and applying some very minimal amounts of makeup, she was ready to go explore the rest of her room. Back through the double doors of her walk in closet, she made her way to the final set of double doors. Upon opening them, she found herself in an elegant living room. Again, she was without words. Maybe the man... what was his name? Nick! Maybe he had murdered her in that ally, and this was what Heaven looked like?

Harper bust out laughing at the thought. Her. Get into heaven. It was laughable. Still smiling, she turned to the door across the room. "So many doors," she said with a smile. Grinning, she walked over to the knob and went to push it open- but the door did not move. After a few seconds of panicked jerking at the door, she finally pulled backwards and felt the door quickly give way, sending her stumbling. She had to laugh at herself then, for the wave of panic quickly subsided into feeling foolish. This place was perfect, there was no way that it could ever get better! With that thought in mind, she peeked outside of her door, and looked down what appeared to be a hallway. And just like that-- this perfect place lost it's glimmering shine. For as she was leaving her room, a person just seven doors down from her had come out as well, followed shortly by the person right beside her room. They were both male.

Instantly her mood was flattened. You have got to be kidding me... "Took you long enough..." A feminine voice caught her attention, sending her head turning in the opposite direction to notice two females standing at the other end of the hall. The one female appeared extremely bored and agitated, at least from her posture as Harper couldn't really see the details of her face from so far away. The second female appeared to be having some sort of mental break down, but Harper couldn't be bothered with listening to anything she was whining about. Her voice was almost obnoxious, even from where she was, but she instantly scolded herself. That was not a good way to make friends. This was not her workplace. The beautiful women down there were not her competitors, and the men to her other side were not clients. Biting her lip, Harper dipped back into the room, looking for a key or something for the door. Sure enough, she found one. After a quick dart back into her closet, she grabbed a black clutch to throw her key and cellphone in, and then returned to the hallway. "Also, I really need to get home, there's something I really need... to do." the second girl was saying as Harper closed her door.

Then she just stood there, awkwardly, unsure if she should join the two females; having never seen either of them. With a nervous tug at her clothes, Harper glanced to the two boys and flashed them a smile. "You get abducted too," she asked, her tone playful and light, though there was a bit of nervous laughter at the end. Why did she feel so exposed and vulnerable? The majority of her body was screaming to retreat into her closet and never come out, but the tiny side of her that was reason forced her to stay. "I'm Harper," she added, nervously pulling her hair to the left side of her neck. "What's your name?" Without waiting for an answer, she waved for them to follow her, if they wanted, and headed to meet the two females at the end of the hall. When she came to a stop, she glanced from one to the other and then flashed another smile. Smiling always made her feel better, even if she was faking it. "I'm Harper," she announced, giving a shy wave to the two females. "Did you get a letter, too?"



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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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Alton opened his eyes to a white ceiling. He felt groggy, and there was a slowness to his perception as he attempted to decipher a pattern in the blankness. Tiny black specs danced across his vision and he squeezed his eyes shut in annoyance. There was a lump on the back of his head, a big one, but it was suspiciously absent of any pain and he didn’t have a headache.

The boy sighed, his arms stretched perpendicular from his body on the bed. He was surrounded by silk sheets, and he could feel the cool texture pool around his weight. It led him to another question as he slowly opened his eyes: Why was the pain missing? Had he been drugged, something that effected his nervous system? But Alton had never heard of anything sort of substance that was capable of completely voiding one sense. He rolled over onto his side and looked at the nightstand, a piece of paper. It was folded neatly and the dark haired boy briefly considered not even touching it, in an act of meaningless rebellion. Alton wasn’t going to lie, he was a bit peeved that whoever that woman was had nulled his pain receptors. He didn’t get agitated often, but his relationship with pain was on thin ice.

He pushed himself up so he was sitting on the bed. The room was a bit small, his bed enclosed on three sides with small circular lights secured to the ledges above him. Empty book shelves lined the edges of the bed and he judged that he could probably fit a small portion of his collection of books. He rolled over and saw the handles below him. He tugged at it and watched as a giant drawer opened from under the bed. That would fit the rest of his collection easily. He looked up to see stacks of cardboard boxes. On each box his name had been hastily scrawled with a black pen. He squinted at the boxes, they were all stacked rather neatly, but one was sticking out at an angle. He curled and flexed his toes before moving to get off the bed. He tapped the sheets once with the tip of his middle finger before moving to the stacks. He looked over the box carefully before tapping the box and pushing it back into place. He tapped it once more once he had finished.

Alton walked around the room, noticing that he was still in his work clothes. His dark blue jeans coupled with an equally dark blue button up shirt. He was wearing a gray muscle shirt underneath and on his left breast a black name tag was sewn into the button up and in a generic white cursive was written Alton. On the bed’s headboard his cap was sitting precariously and after a tapping it with his finger he secured the hat on his head. He looked at his exposed forearms. In the whiteness of the room the bruising that never went away seemed even more prominent. The bruises coloring ranged from a sickly yellow-green to the more common blues and purples. The other scars, the less noticeable, where the circular burn marks and the laceration scars. He liked to think of his body as a war zone. Decorated and marked to document past brutality.

He finally got over himself, at that point, and Alton’s eyes travelled to the letter. He tapped it with his middle finger before picking it up, his eyes skimming over the content quickly. He sighed, it wasn’t too unbelievable. “Oh bloody Hell.” He muttered.

He looked towards his door, there were probably more people out there. And he debated with himself whether it would be better to just sit in his white room, or to figure out what was happening. He closed his eyes, remembering the lump on his head that he still couldn’t feel. It would be better to find some that would tell him how long this ‘No Pain’ effect of whatever they had drugged him with would last. He reached for the door, tapping the knob before pushing it open. In the hallway were a few people. Two woman, and a man, from what he could see. The two woman were talking while the male just lingered.

“Hello?” He asked loudly enough for them to hear. The red headed woman seemed to be more knowing, maybe she could answer some of his questions.

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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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Image“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!” Grey gave her full attention to the new man that arrived in very hoping for answers. As listened she felt a lump in her stomach from not completely getting the response from him she wanted, but at least she would get the chance to meet the Benefactor “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.” Grey stayed at him blankly for a few seconds, but reminded herself so act cheerfully and took the bottle. "Thank you, I don't think I-" before she finished he was off down the hall chasing after some girl, "caught your name." The finishing of her statement had been pointless, but she did it anyways. Thank God for my medicine though. Going off into her own little world she unscrewed the bottle and poured two pills into her hand. Staring at the little blue orbs she gave a relaxed sigh and popped them into her mouth with a swallow falling behind it. With a slow reaction she realized the Benefactor knew more information about her then expected, he had to know about her aliment to be able to give her her correct medicine. Has then man been stalking me? The thought was unsettling, a man knowing her mental problems meant he knew her weaknesses and probably more information as well. No one knew about her problems besides her psychologist, so what had the man done? Stolen files on her or gotten the information from the only person that Grey out the most amount of trust in? The bigger question though was could she trust the Benefactor if she chose to work for him? The letter he had left in her pocket was strange, but he said he was trying to help her and the other people here, If he was bad he wouldn't have given me my medicine, but if he were normal he wouldn't have known I'd needed it... Without knowing the man Grey could not officially yet say she didn't like and of trust him, all she knew about him was from a letter and her medicine through another man, At least my kidnapper cares. She joked with herself. If I'm guessing correctly the man with the medicine and Scarlet are working for the Benefactor... Scarlet doesn't seem like a very big people person to want to help anyone though...

"Hello everyone, I'm Rosalina." Being pulled away from her thoughts Grey looked at the source of the voice apparently named Rosalina. "I'm Grey." Telling the girl as she got closer. Giving her a quick look over Grey assumed she was a high maintenance dumb blonde, that might have been a rude generalization, but with Grey studying psychology she could get a sense of a person from how they dressed, held themselves, talked, and a few other minor details. "Are you apart of the new staff or on going?" Caring less she started toying with her hair and zoned off as the girl spoke to her. "New, and you are too, right?" Grey automatically nodded yes to whatever had been said. She was off in space by herself like her usual self. Being alone and away from others was much more comfortable for her, talking to strangers was never a pleasant thing for her, but she knew she had to at times. Grey had always found it annoying to talk to people at work that she had known for years, these strangers were strange and the only one she seemed to take little interest that she met so far was the man with the medicine. "Me too, this place is amazing. I mean the heated floors, walk in closets, kitchens-" "Where was all of this?" Grey had become intrigued with what she had heard, another curiosity that her attention was actually brought back to the blonde Barbie. "In the rooms, well my room I know for a fact, but I was assuming everyone's had it's own touch." Giving a phony laugh she didn't want to seem ignorant to the fact she knew nothing about her living area, she didn't even check out any of the other rooms, she just went to the door that had been right in front of her hoping it was an exit or lead her to someone, and in terms it had been both. "Yeah, it is pretty cool." "You said your name was Gay, right?" The question made her want to roll her eyes, she had only told the girl her name a very seconds ago And if that were my name don't you think I would have went by something else? Her wanted response was to smart off to the girl, be in result she giggled. "No, sweetie, Grey. Grey, with a R." Rosalina's hand quickly flew up to her mouth showing she was sorry for her mistake. "I am so sorry, Grey!" An apologetic tone was in her voice as her giggle corresponded with Grey's fake one.

With a swift hand she raked all her hair to the left side around her neck and continued the twirling around the finger. Again the girl began to ramble on about something, clothes maybe? All Grey had her mind on was meeting the Benefactor. She had to see the man that was calling the shoots so all her questions could meet their answers, she wanted answers more than needed. She didn't have to leave, if she had a job here for the man it would be fine, but she didn't like how she had come to be here or how he knew things. What if he knows about George? "Are you listening?" Snapping back to attention to a girl with a raised eyebrow she gave a rapid nod, "Of course I was, silly!" "Good!" What a brat.







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ImageWhen just entering the room she looked around at the unfamiliar faces, but out of one she thought it was recognizable. “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!” Listening with open ears she knew exactly who it was, It's Nick from the alley! The man who had offered her help had kidnapped her and was soon taking her along with others to meet the Benefactor, her soon to be new boss. She was happy that she'd get to meet him, but soon the thought if embarrassment flooded her. Her face didn't glow red and she didn't show it, but she did feel it. One of the people she was going to be working with had seen her at a vulnerable drunken state, she had only been half dressed on the meeting which couldn't have been a good first impression. His impression was of course good, he had been lending a helping hand to someone in need, even though it had involved kidnapping, it was still a helping hand. The night was still a haze, but she was starting to recall things. Like how she had slipped and fell to the floor when a man had helped her up and lead her to the bathroom to get cleaned up, but after that everything faded to black until it reemerged when she had been in the alley. She could barely stand or walk when a man came out if the shadows, and now she knew it was Nick.

Seeing a brown headed girl that Nick had spoken to she walked over to her and introduced herself. "I'm Grey." What a boring color. The name was odd to Rosalina's ears, for most people she knew weren't named after colors, especially one as plain as grey. Looking the girl over from head to toe she decided she was attractive, but the least put together from the others she had seen. So far this had been the first person she'd talk to, meaning maybe this could be the first person she starts to get closer to, but with closeness Rosalina has her limits. Having a true friend would be fun for her, but with her having major trust issues that would be unlikely. She had started having problems with giving people the benefit of the doubt after Noah left, her heart had been shattered and she could never get it to go back together properly. Over the years she had wanted someone to get close to though, someone that she knew would always be there, but everyone she had met would come and go and she had been no different. She never hung out with the sand people to long from fear of getting to attached, she just couldn't allow that.

"Are you apart of the new staff or on going?" Being asked that question let her know without asking herself had received a letter like her most likely and had been brought here for some sort of help "New, and you are too, right?" Grey had nodded her head to Rosalina, "In a way I was afraid that I'd be the only one that didn't know anybody." As she spoke Grey kept nodding her head and staring off into space. Rosalina didn't like the feeling of being ignored, but it wasn't like she could just tell at the girl, that'd be crazy. "Me too, this place is amazing. I mean the heated floors, walk in closets, kitchens-" "Where was all of this?" Suddenly she had gotten all of Grey's attention once more, which she liked since she hated lack of attention. She wondered why she was being asked this question Why wouldn't she know what was in her own room? Rosalina wanted to question her, but decided against it and just replied. "In the rooms, well my room I know for a fact, but I was assuming everyone's had it's own touch." Getting a smile from Grey she smiled back, Well, that was kind of strange. She didn't know what to make of Grey, she couldn't say she was strange nor bad and neither was she quite yet good. She had appeared to be ignoring Rosalina at one point, but the good thing was she was trying to hold a conversation with her. "Yeah, it is pretty cool." "You said your name was Gay, right?" Rosalina knew that wasn't her name, but she was just making sure to try to keep the attention on her, At least that name is more interesting. Grey's reaction of a small laugh, putting Rosalina at ease from a thousand different ways that could have went. "No, sweetie, Grey. Grey, with a R." Rosalina's hand quickly flew up to her mouth showing she was sorry for her mistake. "I am so sorry, Grey!" When responding she tried her best to hold back her laugh, but she found it to difficult and let it slip out to join Grey's.

Watching Grey move all her hair to one side she was afraid she was losing her attention ounces again.
"I work as a fashion designers assistant," she began thinking about how much she wanted to design clothes one day. Ever since she had been little she wanted to, she wanted to make the people of the world dress the best they could. Fashion had called to her when she was younger, she had always had a good taste in clothes and would never let anyone pick her outfits for her; they could have always picked something wrong. "I hope to be a designer when I'm older though. I've always been good at picking the right fabrics and matching them with things." Looking closely at Grey it looked more like she was being stared through then looked at. "Are you listening?" Rosalina arched an eyebrow at Grey's mind wondering away again, not only was it rude but it was also annoying. "Of course I was, silly!" "Good!" Rosalina knew otherwise, but she didn't feel like arguing with the person that had been listening to her this whole time.

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

"I'll meet you by the door"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ready to go, Mister Brennan?”

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

I’m sorry?”

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

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

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

Yes, sir? What do you need?”

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

As you wish, si-Dan.”

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


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

I'll meet you by the door.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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ImageAs Rosalina continued her chatter the voice of Scarlet once again starting to speak, Now you want to join our conversation. "Does it look to you like just anybody that damn pleases can work here?" The attitude in her voice seemed to most likely come irritation. "So far yes." Scarlet wasn't the nicest person Grey had met so far, but at least she was honest. She didn't seem to put up a fake persona like Grey knew the others probably were. "I mean, what am I suppose to think? I know no one here but myself, and I don't do much." With one of her few honest statements so far she tried to remain calm at the sharp way she was being spoken to. Glancing over at Rosalina she seemed to agree the behavior was odd.

"everything that you need..." Her tone radiated boredom as well as her bodily language. With the pause she looked away from Grey causing her to look over her shoulder. More people to the party. When watching the people leave the room and made her wonder how many people had been in this large area. From them all looking like they all contained some confusion she decided they were probably brought her too "is in the room you woke up." It sounded like Scarlet had said this many times before and had no feeling to want to say it again. Grey had been in her room, but she hasn't explored like everyone else, that had been the least of her worries when she wake up. "Thank you." Was her quiet replied from her questions not being answer in the detail she had been hoping for, but the reply explained enough she guessed. "But I'm sure most of you have noticed that by now." Gazing back at the others she noticed how fresh most of them looked while she still looked like a wreck in her mind. She was wearing a purple tank top and black skinny jeans from work that she had had that night. She didn't look completely and utterly a mess, but she could have looked better. She could have taken a bath and done her hair before going to meet the Benefactor. Grey didn't care how she looked overall, but she still wanted her new employer to think she was a good new addition if she decided to stay. Hopefully I don't stick out as the one who hasn't bathed. Maybe I'll have time to go before meeting him, I hope so.

"All right... that's it." Delivering her attention back to the annoyed Scarlet Grey smirked And I thought people annoyed me. People normally very annoying to Grey, they talked when no one cared, the were self-centered, and so many different negative things. A majority of people were fake though like Grey was herself. She acted like a completely different person when she was around others, she didn't do it to be sinister or anything, she just didn't want to appear different. The new character she had created was modeled after her old self after she had died mental, so in a way she wasn't Grey anymore, but someone else. "I am not giving any explanations until everyone is here." And with that Scarlet left the man that had been talking. As she left she gave her a small wave that wasn't acknowledged.

"That was odd." Rosalina began to speak after the departure, so in return she got some of Grey's attention. "Yes, I would say so myself." Flipping her hair back over her shoulders she began walking back to her room backwards, "I'm going back to my room until they return, when they come back would you come get me?" Rosalina returned a helpful smile.

Turning around she walked into her room shutting the door behind her. "Now it's my turn to explore..." There were three other doors besides the one she entered: one to the left wall and one on each side of the bed. Picking the closet one to her, the left one. The door was metal but warm to the touch Odd. With the twist of the handle and gentle pull back hidden behind the door was a master kitchen. The side she had entered had cabinets and the sink, in the very middle of the room was a glass square case that reached the ceiling with silver dusted plants within it and a floral design on the outside. To the right of the room was the kitchen table that was illuminated with blue glowing lights. Walking over to another metal door she assumed was the fridge she opened it to find food, drinks, Alcohol!Image She was oblivious to what was in the bottle, but she couldn't careless. Pulling whatever it was out she popped the lid off and stuck it into her mouth. This is the best alcohol I've ever had! She couldn't help but keep a consistent flow of drinking. It was sweet, but the right amount of bitter as it flowed across her tastebuds. If anything she would stay around just to keep getting whatever this was. Dancing around some she realized she had drank the whole thing. Oh well. Placing the empty bottle on to the table she excused herself from the room and went to the door that had been to the left of the bed on the wall.

The bathroom. The bathroom had a very futuristic touch to it like the kitchen had, but she simply could not complain. Everything in the bathroom was so open and flowed together so well. Eyeballing the shower she got undressed, turned it on warm, and then got in.

Her shower had been quick, but needed. Grabbing a towel that had been hanging on a rod she wrapped it around her as she left the room. So the last must be the closet. Going to the only door she had left she was disappointed to see that it wasn't a walk in, but an empty closet with just one outfit and a body mirror on the back wall. At least I won't get overran with stress trying to pick an outfit to meet the Benefactor. Trying to think on the bright side she dropped the towel and put on the clothes waiting for her. First she put on a black plain push up bra and matching black panties followed by the slick tight fitting black dress. Looking in the mirror she noticed how much it showed off her curves Not to bad. Picking up the dark grey jacket she examined it and felt the softness the put both of her arms through the sleeves, buttoning the single silver button she through black flats onto the floor then slipped her feet in. "Wow." She said looking at herself, she hasn't seen herself look so pretty in years, "The Benefactor sure knows how to pick out clothes."

Returning to the bathroom she began to blow dry her hair that naturally fell into big curls. When done with that she looked at herself, took in a deep breath, then walked back out into the hallway over to Rosalina who was lingering kind of close to a boy (Alton) With the both of them seeming pretty silent she plastic a smile on her face and walked over. "I'm Grey." She told the boy holding her hand out.

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Character Portrait: Grey Amor Scott Character Portrait: Scarlet Victoria Romanov Character Portrait: Rosalina Charlotte Vasquez Character Portrait: Nicholas Truman Character Portrait: Jasper Ryder Character Portrait: Makoto Oshiro
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Fiona watched as the group continued to grow and one more girl introduced herself as Rosalinda. Taking note to remember her name, she gave her a small smile before returning her stare to the environment around her. Not long after that a man walked up and addressed the group of young adults; “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!” She raised an eyebrow as he said there was no elevator. Not that she would take it, she had a small fear of them and it never killed anyone to take the stairs. And again came the awkward silence on her end with the look that seemed judgmental. After that Scarlet told the group to stay put and she would be back soon, Something came up... stay here, Nick will be back soon and so will I. You will soon meet Sylvester... I mean... The Benefactor. You may want to get to know each other seeing that you'll be living together from now on When she walked away, Fiona looked again at the group seeing if there was anyone who interested her enough to go up to them and say something. After which, she smiled outwardly knowing she wasn't about to go up to anyone.


So, she just listened into a conversation between Rosalinda and another girl, who Fiona gathered was named Gray. And by the looks of it Gray seemed a bit annoyed with the other blonde of the group. And frankly, Fiona would to, knowing full well that if she went up to Rosalinda she would hear the thick British accent and say something on the lines of “Oh my gosh, you're British. Say something else.” or something like that like most people heard her speak for the first time. But that of course, was an assumption. And assumption was maybe why people thought that Brit were so goddamn self-absorbed and conceded. Something she wasn't going to let people believe she was. Not here where she was suppose to be able to 'start over and regain her innocence' She watched as a few more men joined the mostly female group. But one, seemed to a little pissed off from the others. “What bite him in the arse?” [ass] She asked herself before watching the boy Makoto go up to the man and try to, what seemed like introducing himself. Not that it went well seeing that the man said; “And I don't like you. Fuck off.”

She left out a small scoff before turning back around, rolling her eyes. “Someone is obviously in a smashing mood.” She said softly before fixing her hair and looking on her phone seeing if she had any messages from her family. Knowing full well that her roommate at her university probably called one of her brothers saying she didn't come home from her protest after taking the "shortcut' through an alleyway that wasn't far from her dorm room. Looking she saw three calls from her brothers, one from each and two text from her young sister. Asking where she was, was she okay, what the Hell had gotten into her for disappearing off their side of the world. She quickly knew that she had to tell one of them that she was fine. But she wasn't about to talk to any of them around people she didn't even know or even seem like she was going to like for that matter. So she had to settle on sending her sister a text saying that she was fine and not to worry. And she'd be home soon. Once sending it she sighed, not knowing if that was the truth or not. She just needed to ease their worry... Hopefully it worked... Probably not.

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Character Portrait: Grey Amor Scott Character Portrait: Scarlet Victoria Romanov Character Portrait: Hailey Daniels Character Portrait: Rosalina Charlotte Vasquez Character Portrait: Harper Foster Character Portrait: Nicholas Truman
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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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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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The Benefactor after waiting about thirty minutes wondered how long it would take Nick and Scar to come and get the new recruits. He was getting a bit impatient but he tried to remain control of his emotions. All of his recruits were probably confused, scared, worried, and who knows what else. He figured he could give them time to bond a bit about their new situation. Besides, he needed some breakfast.

After Kaylee got herself washed and ready, Rosemary brought her down to have some breakfast with the Benefactor. The dining hall had a fall theme going on with the long chestnut brown table covered in a golden table cloth with fake colorful leaves sprinkled on top of it. The flowers in the vase centered were reds and oranges and the brown twigs that separated bunches of flowers were accentuated with darker patterns to make it seem like they were real twigs. The chairs were a darker brown than the twigs and had duller golden cushions for the back and for the seat. All around the room were fall decorations from colorful leaves to nicely arranged baskets of harvest. These were reminders for both the Benefactor and Kaylee that her private school teacher would attend very soon to teach Kaylee for fifth grade. He was proud that she was growing fast but it also worried him that she would soon become a teenager.

Kaylee sat next to the Benefactor eating away at her favorite cereal, Fruit Loops, and gulping down a glass of milk after several spoonful’s of colorful sugary loops. The Benefactor sat down as the servants came in and brought his plate of food: dark brown pancakes with syrup, sausage links, and a glass of almond milk. While eating the Benefactor talked to Kaylee asking her about how she thinks school will be.

“It’ll be fine daddy don’t worry. Though I want to meet other kids my age. Why can’t I go to a regular school?”
“Well Kaylee, you’re my daughter, and I just want to make sure you receive the best education possible in the safest manner.”

“But what’s so dangerous about the other schools daddy?”
“Well there are people fighting, unfair teachers, children who will pretend to be your friends, it’s just not safe out there for you.”

“Oh, okay daddy,” Kaylee said putting her head down while eating her last spoonful of Fruit Loops. The Benefactor looked concerned at Kaylee feeling sorry that she has to stay inside the company. He wanted her to meet other children but that wasn’t an option with the way things are.

“How about this. After your birthday if it’s possible we can try to put you in a regular school. But you have to promise that you’ll be able to catch up fast with the material that your homeschool teacher gives you.”
Kaylee then lifted up her face and her eyes shone with excitement. “Really daddy? You mean it??”
The Benefactor nodded and Kaylee jumped out of her chair and hugged her father tightly saying, “Thank you thank you thank you!!!”

“You’re welcome Kaylee. After all you’ll be a teenager by then and then an adult. You’ll have to learn how to handle yourself from then on.”

“I promise I will do my best for you daddy!” Kaylee cheerfully smiled before skipping to her room. Rosemary followed after her while Kaylee complained that she could go by herself and didn’t need any assistance.

After finishing his breakfast the Benefactor went back to his office again. Noting that it was already about time they should come, he gave Nick a call again.




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Nick had followed Novia up the stairs to go with the others. He was about to strike a conversation with some more ladies when his phone rang again.

“Nick, I believe you should be heading up soon. Have the others not awakened yet?”

Nick looked at the crowd quickly then answered, “There is one guy that still needs to be here but I think he should be heading to the group shortly. Scar can take care of that. All the girls are here now.”

“Alright good, once he comes I want you and Scar to both bring the new recruits over. They have a lot of business to attend to.”

“No problem sir.”

Nick ended the call just as the other man got over to the group.

“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.”

Nick winked at the girls, smiled at Scarlet, then retreated to the back of the girls waiting for Scar to go lead the boys. He didn’t mind if Scarlet made a face at his request. He simply enjoyed teasing her as always. Besides he was going to protect the girls and maybe even get to flirt with some of them using his charm.