Realistic or Modern Opposites Attract

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

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[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Skygge Vuori, Training room/hallway





Brown eyes opened themselves slowly, blinking a few times. The young male found himself laying on something, his feet touching the ground, only his back supported. An envelope laying on the ground right next to him with his first name written on it. He sat up, finding himself facing several mirrors as he frowned slightly. Confused he opened it up to have a page slide away from him, only holding on to a note.


Dear participant,


First of all our apologies for having to sedate you. The anaesthesia will not have any after effects on you. It was purely to keep the location of the resort you find yourself in secret.


Now included is a small map of the place that will be your home for the upcoming years. Please go to the living room first, where you will hopefully gather up with the rest of the group.


There you will also find the tablet that is free for you to use. Your picture has been set up as it background, your date of birth will be the password.


Because it is your first day at the resort, we set up a light meal for all of you to enjoy. The rest of the days you will have to prepare your own meals.


I hope you will enjoy your stay here.


With kind regards,


The staff


PS we placed the suitcases/bags you brought in the to you assigned room.


He sighed as he reached forward to the page that had slipped away, the map of the place he knew now. He didn’t look at it as he folded it and put it away in his back pocket as he got up to walk over to the mirror. His hands sliding down over the dark navy coloured Giorgio Armani suit he was wearing to make sure there weren’t any crinkles left in the fabric. He had no idea whom the rest of the participants were, he didn’t even know how many of them there were. For all he knew they could be high politicians as well, so he wanted to make a good first impression. A little smirk came to his face as he noticed the couch he had been laying on was actually a bench press. Now that he took in his surroundings better he found himself standing into a kind of training room. There was a lot of equipment and even a kind of boxing ring. Well at least he would be able to keep his body in perfect shape, and he was gonna need that if there were any cute girls of boys staying here with him.


So the main room. That is where they had to gather. Usually he was quite good in finding his own way, besides it would be fun to go on a little investigation through this house, mansion or whatever he was in. His stomach only slightly protesting against that idea as there would be food in the main room apparently. He took out his own phone, 5 pm. Well, that was gonna mean he was gonna have one hell of a jetlag since it had been 9.15am the last time he had checked the time. Not that Skygge Vuori had been a stranger to that, since his work, both as the PR guy and personal assistant of the Prime Minister, and as a model, required him to travel a lot. Then again he had no idea how long he had been sedated and quite frankly he didn’t have any memory from the moment he had left his house that morning to indeed get to the airplane and come here. He had only one message on his phone, which was a high contradiction to normally. His mother, wishing him a nice stay and vacation, since he deserved that. He rolled his eyes as he put the phone again, he and his mother weren’t actually on a good foot with each other. Not since... many years ago and she had decided to divorce his father and take them and everything to North Norway to live with the man of her dreams. That single decision had changed his life so much, forever, but he hardly ever complaint about it.


I mean, come on, look at him. He had a nice body, a nice income for his young age, and definitely a job that many would be jealous of. He wasn’t unhappy with his life, but he rather had seen it differently. Well enough with the pity party, he ran a hand through his half long brown hair. Time to figure out whom else was on this resort with him. And like that he turned his back to the mirrors, leaving the room to find himself in a huge hallway. There were several doors on his right and left, and soft piano music coming from one of the rooms ahead of him. He had just closed the door behind him, noticing how it was labelled ‘Training’ as he heard a door open. Looks like meeting the others might not have to wait till he had figured out where the main room was.




Viriu Lucassen, Musicroom


"Viriu, I love you" Paniced eyes flew open at those three little words as the male shot up from whatever he was laying on. His breathing went truly rigid as he didn't recognize the room he was in, where he was laying on the ground. Scrambling up to his feet he didn't notice the envelope that was placed beside him. Not until he heard something underneath his foot at least and he bowed down, practically ripping open the paper. "Dear participant" That is right, he was in that resort. Slowly he calmed down more as the ice blue stare took in the room. Several music instruments were placed around him, or better said instruments from all over the world were placed here or hanging from the walls. Just as he wanted to read the rest of the note, he saw the grand piano and the rare occasion of a smile on his face was visible as he walked closer. His long fingers carressing the cider wood as he walked around it to see it was in perfect condition. Normally he would have been cautious in an unfamiliar enviroment like this, but his excitement won this time. Still there was a certain tension in his shoulders as he sat down behind it.


His fingers gently stroke over the black and white keys, before pushing them down. He started a gentle, calm melody, the tension immediately flowing out of his body. As there was nothing but him and the music that surrounded the room. His mind wandering back to home, not the place where had born, but the appartement that he called his home. That he shared with another man for the past three years. A man he had gotten to know on the job where they had been forced to work on together. Unlike with most people he had found himself capable of toleranting the other around and they worked as a good team. More jobs had followed and slowly it had changed into more than just colleagues. A friendship and somehow the male had ended up living with him. The excuse had been that it was easier when they worked on one job and it would bring down the costs for him. He had started to open up more to the other and eventually even allowed the other to see him at his lowest. The melody had changed, becoming more heavy, just as his thoughts. He had been blind for the others feelings towards him and when he had decipher them he had denied it. All of it. Now he had just accepted it, since he did like having the other around him. Somehow that other man calmed him, kept him sane and most of comforted him through the nights that were filled with nightmares. Nightmare that had been his life, before he had escaped. The night of his sixteenth birthday, the night his brother had returned, yet he had no memory of how the boy looked like. He only knew his voice, that singing voice... that whispered voice.


The music had now truly taken a tragic turn with mostly low keys. Yet it was still beautiful, somehow, to him. Varjo, his best friend, had been the reason he was here. He had been the one that had pulled the letter he had been selected out of the bin. Convincing him in a way only that stupid man could to go to the resort indeed. Well, the arguments he had been using where good once. He had indeed focused a bit too much attention on himself. So a year of laying low would not be a bad choice and then in a resort, completely paid. It was an once in a lifetime oppertunity. And that was how he had ended up here, no.. not completely. The music had changed back to the light tune it had started with. They had packed together, while figuring out how to do the things on the job. Eventually Varjo had found another job, temporarily, until he would return and they could continue working together. The hitman and his helper. A soft smile played along his lips again. The other had promised to visit him all of the visits they had been allowed and just as he had said goodbye and turned for the cab the other had stopped him, grabbed his wrist. As he had looked up the other had spoken those three little words, dangerous words. I love you... His hands slammed down on the keys, harsh interrupting the beautiful melody he had started. Immediately the tension was back in his body as he moved up from the grand piano, now longer able to bring him the serenity he needed. A shiver went over his spine as he felt eyes watching him, not looking around to see if it was truly like that or just his mind once again playing tricks on him. He just sat there, flattening out the note again, yet not able to focus on the words that were written down.

 

[Sunbather]

Noelle Bajalica, Gamingroom


Somewhat dazed by the sweet hug of sleep, the young girl instinctively started to clear her face from the messy hair that had placed itself on top of her eyes and nose. As she started to regain consciousness more and more, she panicked for a second. She felt uncomfortable, physically and emotionally. Quickly sitting herself up from her uncomfortable position she scanned her surroundings. Where the hell am I? Decorations, posters and figures alike, screens, arcade machines and a lot of colorful seating furniture were scattered around her. She felt like she just awoke into a teenage boy's dreamworld, as she felt her back ache. She had struggled with backpain at her subpar appartment, but she learned to deal with it. However, the sedated state and the unnatural way of bending when unconscious demanded its toll on her. With a little groan, she got up and straightened out her clothes. The long, oversized jumper that seemed more like a saggy dress than an actual sweater gave her a sense of comfort in this weird situation. As she looked around the room she noticed an envelope on one of the shelfs that was filled to the brim with video game cases and figures. The neatly placed, bright white piece of paper stood out immediately. Noelle took it and slowly opened it, fidgeting around a little. Her eyes ran over the note. That's right, the resort. So I'm here? She looked around once more. This time, the gimmicky room made more sense. She grabbed one of the figures and sat down on a coach. Intensely eyeing the sword-wielding girl she imagined what it'd be like to that type of person. Strong and powerful. Fear overcame her for a few seconds. But this wasn't the right time for fear. This was her once in a lifetime chance. She was sick of her life at home. Sick of feeling inedequate when she was around her family, sick of the bar she worked at, sick of the scummy alcoholics that treated her like crap. This was her chance to be famous. With her index and middlefinger, she pointed for times on her forhead, her breast and her midsection, performing the cross sign. Noelle had never lived alone prior to her... escape a few months ago, let alone on a deserted island for a year.


She got and left the room, carefully closing the door behind her. The living room. That's where this crazy trip would kick off. Noelle hoped that the other participants would be nice. The last thing she needed were the kind of people she tried to escape from. But she was gonna make it regardless. She had never felt so determined of something before. She went further into the corridor, somewhat hoping she could meet and befriend one of the others before meeting up with everyone. It was hard for her to be social in big groups. That damn shyness. Carefully studying the map she was provided with, she made her way further into the building, both assuming AND hoping that this was the right way.

 

[BoysPlantGraves]

Judith Edward Tangely


Current Location: Balcony on Second Floor


Interacting With: No one


It was as though a heavy quilt had been draped over Judes consciousness, it was comforting and permeated a sense of tranquility within his mental state. The tender sleep lulled the young man further into his own drowsiness, he himself grateful for the warmth which he willingly allowed to envelop his insides as thoughts of deadlines and possible plots were all that had plagued his stressful mind when awake.


For a moment Jude quizzically contemplated if in some form he were dead as he hadn't experienced such a kind slumber without night terrors in an unfathomable time. Though he fought against any negative thoughts like these for as long as he could until something cold began whipping against him, but physically. Jude prayed for a couple minutes more for more of that moments bliss though it seemed whoever he had spoken to felt no charity, instead causing whatever winds hitting him to become more forceful.


With overt reluctance Judes eyes lazily opened, his feminine eyelashes brushing past and within one another as he blinked a bundle of times so his surroundings may grow clear or to perhaps brush away the image before him. If he hadn't known better he would say that he was lying on the balcony of his flat, though he couldn't remember himself being anywhere near a beach nor ever actually putting his balcony to use due to obvious reasons, such as him not owning one.


In a motion which held as much grace as a walrus Jude frantically drew himself onto his feet, a vanilla envelope fluttering from his chest while doing so. Though it only took him a moment to retrieve it from the winds grasp despite his usual lack of agility or muscle before he spun around and grasped the knob of the glass door in front of him and stumbled inside with a mumbled 'excuse me' as he attempted to rid himself of the image of how high he was with each heap of air he took.


"Oh my," Jude spoke through an exasperated sigh as his slender fingers picked through the envelope to discover the letter along with a map he would need without hesitation. While he read a sense of recognition filtered through him, so this is why he hadn't remembered boarding the plane and as to why he was in such luxurious quarters as he was then. Though now it seemed it was necessary for him to travel towards wherever the living room was, though as his eyes grazed his surroundings for a clock he questioned who else may be in the home, for it couldn't be just himself...Though wouldn't that be extraordinary.


Jude drew up the sleeve of his oddly designed sweater to inspect the time.


Five o'clock, in the afternoon? That along with an unplanned nap was enough for him to most likely be awake all night due to the amount of time difference from his far home. Well, his past home as it seemed he'd be living here for a fair duration of time.


With a hearty intake of air Judith exited out of his room into a hallway lined with many doors, beginning his unplanned journey to the living room with an anxious step forward.

 

[Before The Sun Sets]

Lucia L. James


Location - Dance Studio Room - Transitioned to the Hallway





Her eyes were shut as she lay on the polished oak wooden floors of the room with many mirrors and railings surrounding her as she continued to sleep time away, her soft pastel blue cardigan was draped over her shoulders as her shallow breathing slowly became deeper. She was awakening. Her sharp blue eyes snapped open only to stare blankly at the mirror that replicated her image of laying on the floor in a embryonic sleeping form. She took her time in lowering her knees down away from her chest as she rolled over onto her back staring up at the white ceiling of the room without any emotion other than the sense of confusion that flashed upon her face. She paled a bit scrambling to sit up off the ground and take a look around the room. Her nervousness surfaced onto her face as her eyes scanned every detail of the room. A white envelope with her name written delicately in black ink was standing up against the mirror beside the door which was too covered in the unique glass. A single window in the room casted the suns final rays of day into the massive room, giving it a gentle lighting not too harsh on ones eyes. Lucia stared at the envelope for a few moments before pushing herself up off the cold ground, her bare feet pattered softly against the cool smooth surface as she approached the object. She picked up the letter with great care and opened it by using the small pocket knife she'd left in her pocket. She read the wording upon the white sheets of paper and sighed in pure relief of her not being kidnapped.


Now knowing where she was lifted a great weight off her shoulders. A melody traveled through the glass covered wall from the left side of the room, that simply seemed to hold quite a large amount of emotion that tugged at her heart strings. She placed the letter and envelope on the floor, peeling off her cardigan only to reveal her white tank top. She dropped the light material sweater onto the floor beside her letter then made her way to left placement of the room where the tune could be heard best. She closed her eyes and discontinued hearing her thoughts as her heart and body took the reins feeling the music from the innermost depths within. Her movements were ballet based as she became the puppet to the great tune of the unknown. Wisps of her platnium hair became freed from the white ribbon tied in her hair, unwinding itself from the wavy braid once tucked back into a loose ponytail. With every move, her long white waves would fly wildly through the air placing more emotion as the strands floated swiftly through the air-conditioned room.


Her bare feet glided over the shining floors surface as she spun upon the tips of her toes and flew through the air with light leaps as the emotions of the tune pulsed through her veins overwhelming her, she danced for the majority of the tune until the notes became flattened once more. At that moment she stopped and took a breath as her mind once more took control, she picked up her belongings and the map prior to placing her hand upon the stainless steel surface of the rooms door knob. She took a final look around the room, before turning the knob in her hand and venturing out into the brighter lit hallway of the resort. She stepped out onto the red velvet rug with golden trimming around its border that lead the pathway down the hallway. The blonde haired woman a month and 28 days over the age of 20 looked down at the map in her hand before looking down both ways of the corridor.The woman looked at the several hundreds of doors making their way up and down the way, the woman looked across the way only to see a man with natural waves of brown hair making their way flowing down towards his chin exit a room as well.

 

[lonecoyote]

Cloé Diana Hastings


Location: Walk-In Closet





A sharp pain ran through Cloé's side and back. Her eyebrows knitted together as her blue eyes slowly opened. The sting of the lights rays blurred her vision slightly. She winced and sat up, rubbing her side and observing her surroundings. She wasn't sure where she was or how she got there but only knew that she didn't like it.


"Where am I? I know I didn't get drunk last night." she asked aloud, not really expecting an answer but just wanted to get her thoughts out. Cloé stood up and looked behind her at whatever it was that was stabbing her in the side. She saw the shoe and glared, bending over and picking it up. She examined the glitter heel and checked the size. 'Hm, size 7. It'll fit.' She grinned and put the shoe down, her gaze then settling on some other things in the room. She didn't recognize where ever it was she was at. It was as big as her room in her apartment she owned and looked spacious. That's when she saw something sticking out of a coat pocket. Cloé got closer to the item and picked it up, her name written on it in perfect cursive letters. She opened the letter and let the envelope fall on the ground, the paper inside being her only interest. Her eyes scanned the paper and every now and then she would look up.


"So, this is the place." she said as she stuffed the paper into her jeans pocket. Chloé didn't have a certain reason to come to this place, it just sounded like a cool opportunity. She looked and saw hangers with nothing on them and put two and two together.


"Wow, I'm an idiot." she said and let out a breath. She was in a closet the whole time but it was a giant closet. Cloé looked for the exit seeing that she didn't want to stay in the closet the whole time. She walked forward and found the door, opening it and closing it behind her. The room she stepped into was pretty big and nice. Cloé decided that she could check out the room later after she had some food in her belly and met the other people with whom she would be spending a whole year with. She figured she should head to the living room since that's where everyone was supposed to meet at. Cloé ran a hand through her brunette hair, walking past hallways and rooms. Still no sign of anyone. She reached into her pocket and pulled her phone out, seeing that the time was five o'clock in the afternoon.


"I haven't eaten in six hours?! I need something to eat..." she whined out and held her gut and as if it could hear her, it growled loudly. Growl. Growl. Growl. Nana! The sudden realization that her dog, Nana wasn't with her caused Cloé to panic. Nana meant the world to Cloé. She took Nana everywhere, even to work. Sure, being a make-up and tattoo artist weren't the best places to bring a dog, but since she was the co-owner of the store it was alright. It was a little twist that only her place had. Besides, where can you find a place where you can get your make-up done, a tattoo, AND pet a dog? Maybe a party if you were passed out drunk, but besides that, no where. So, with her missing dog still fresh on her brain, Cloé began the search.


"Nana! Nana, baby, come here!" she called out as she walked to the living room, hoping to run into her dog.

 

[Ravian]

Rigene Ash D. Curtis

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Music Room to Living Room


Interacting with no one



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Her buttocks hurts. Yes, that's the first thing she notices upon waking up. Although that's not much of a mystery concerning that she have been sleeping on the tiles of a random room. Oh wait, her back hurts too. And so is her brain and everything, now that she mentions it- why was she here again? She looked around the room and tilted her head from side to side in confusion. Where is she? The room looks like...a rich kid owns it and there's instruments all over the place. A bass over there, an electric guitar laying around over there and a drum section over there at the corner. Oh? Wait...

"Oh my gosh! Did somebody kidnap me...Oh, what's this?" she almost panicked but then her eyes rested on a envelope with neat and fancy designs scribbled and printed all over it. She raised an eyebrow at this and she decided to open it, hands trembling as she bit her lip. What a suspense. She read the words that was printed on the paper that was intact in the envelope. She squinted her eyes at every words before sighing out of relief. Ash almost thought that this is a ransom paper or something like a death threat. Well, she can't die yet, considering she still have to help the poor and needy then she also wants to help this one charity for the abandoned kids- and oh man, there are way too many things to do.

So to sum it all, she wasn't kind nap after all. But what the staffs did was quite rude for her taste still. But that's okay, they're forgiven- they asked for her forgiveness after all right? And they're also kind enough to give her a room, a free meal and a tablet that's free for use. She needs to remind herself to thank the staffs for these later. But first she needs to get going and proceed to the living room. There was a piece of paper tucked in the envelope once more and she took it outs lay to reveal that it's actually a map of the place. She beamed up at this and began examine the said map, so she was currently on the music room right? The sign on the wooden that seems to be like an wooden oak door said so. So she needs to just go right, then left and then go south then she arrives at the living room.

Rigene shrugged before happily skipping towards the said place which was the living room in hopes that she will find anybody in there. Preferably a kind anybody. Truth is she's actually thankful for the map because she have a bad sense of direction and if not for the another sign that was placed on the door that says 'living room' she could've missed the place. She opened and turned the knob cheerfully and she was greeted with...​

 

[Polaris.]

"Danielle” Yukimura

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Location: Theater room




Her fingers twitched at the slow aching pain seeping inside her head. Her dark brown eyes slowly opened and remained half lidded as she tried to clear her mind. She rubbed her head, her light brown hair scattered on the ground. Where am I? She patted her surrounding, feeling the cold carpet floor. Getting up, Danielle sat up in a slump position feeling haggard and confused. Why was she on the ground? She took a quick scan at her situation as she tried to absorb her surrounding. The theater, or that’s what she assumed, was ridiculously big. Danielle didn’t know if she was dreaming or just plainly hallucinating. She pulled her phone out of her butt pocket and checked the time. It was already 5 pm and she didn't remember eating breakfast...or lunch...or anything of that sort. Her parents would probably be cheering right now if they knew this.


Her eyes finally landed on the letter laying next to her and she picked it up. Was this the ransom? Was she really kidnapped and flown to a rich mansion to be sold off as a slave to some old man who had five wives and possibly tons of kids? Her heart raced with each scenarios running through her mind and her hands quiver at the thought that it might be true. Her hands instinctively landed on her black skinny jeans as she felt her legs and made its way up to her blue blouse and oddly enough, other parts of her body. Well she was completely intact so maybe they sold her kidneys or something. She laughed at her own thoughts, you're utterly mad, she told herself. Finally deciding to get up, Danielle walked to the nearest seat and sat down. She teared the letter open and began to read its contents. She would be lying if this didn’t seem sketchy at all. Her faced frowned in annoyance but she was still alive so it probably isn’t the dead of the world. Then again, her Asian parents instilled paranoia into her every since she was small. There was so much Danielle could take before she became a paranoid little freak.


Wow, there’s a million seats in here and they just threw me on the floor. Snorting at the ridiculousness of the scenario, Danielle leaned against the chair realizing how comfortable this was compared to the ground. Her body was aching, her butt was hurting and overall, she was in pain. Those Salonpas would be handy for this moment. Rubbing her shoulders and sighing, events leading to this point finally came back. So she wasn't kidnapped! She sighed in relief and her tensed muscles relaxed against the chair.


Danielle’s life hasn’t been a pleasant ride. She barely made enough to afford a shared apartment with her best friend in Japan. Still, she was passionate and loves her job dearly. When she offered the chance to escape her reality, she didn’t think too much of it and accepted the offer.


Danielle quickly glanced over the letter contents again and got up. She was a bit ecstatic to see where this would lead. It was probably nothing bad and maybe she would meet some really interesting people. Brushing off the worries she had earlier, she stared at the map and walked in circles for a bit. “God this place is huge!" she yelled out in frustration. It definitely wasn't helping that she really really needed to use the bathroom. Prancing around and following the map with exact steps, she saw a woman in front of the living room. Before she could say much, the door was turned and opened.

 

[NessieAlways]

~Rebekah Q. Donovan~

Roaming around the Library


If the pain of a hundred nails being hammered through her head not been present, Rebekah would have been breath-taken by the scene. She was in an antique looking room with floors and walls of walnut and wine colored rugs. A golden chandelier with dangling crystals hung above her shimmering and casting a haunting glow in the room. To her right a small white stoned fireplace giving the room a dark eerie feel. Marble busts of people she didn't know adorned the corners and long matching curtains draped along tall glass windows separating the room from the outside. But the main attraction of the room were the books. Shelves among shelves of books stacked along the walls. From floorboard to ceiling, old leather bound books filled the walls all around the room.

Trying to blink away her migraine, Rebekah found herself to be laying back in a soft brown leather recliner with her feet on top of a matching ottoman. Slowly she looked around trying to make sense of were she was and sat up. With her hand automatically going up to her head and rubbing her temple, Rebekah spotted a crisp white note on a small side table next to the recliner with her name written on it. Dragging her hand across her body, Rebekah grabbed the note and began to read, Dear participant, First of all our apologies for having to sedate you. Rebekah quickly began to panic. Migraine forgotten, she jumped up from the recliner and spun around the room looking for a serial killer or who ever it was that brought her to this place.

"Don't hurt me! I'm warning you...I... I...I know karate!"

It was a lie, but Rebekah felt the need to threaten her non-existent captor, plus, call it psychological, but she felt much more safer once she said it. Almost as if by simple speaking it, the art of Gong Fu would be magical bestowed on her. Seeing as no one responded and no traps went off she continued to read, The anaesthesia will not have any after effects on you. Her mind instantly went back to her earlier migraine, but to her surprise it was a mere null sensation now. No more hammering nails. Well so much for calling out a lie... A little upset for finding no evidence against her non-existent captor, she continued reading, It was purely to keep the location of the resort you find yourself in secret. "Resort?" She thought out loud growing confused by the second. Memories began to playback in her head. The blood drive, the mysterious donor, the pamphlet, her audition video, the acceptance letter, and her waking up now in an antique library with a note as her only clue as to what was going on.

Curious now more than frightened or worried, Rebekah continued to read the note, Now included is a small map of the place that will be your home for the upcoming years. Please go to the living room first, where you will hopefully gather up with the rest of the group. The word group instantly brightened up her mood. She'd be here with more people! Rebekah loved company more than anything. She couldn't wait to find out who else was being put through the same emotional ride. Throwing away the idea that she had been captured, Rebekah continued to read the letter becoming more excited with every word she read, There you will also find the tablet that is free for you to use. Your picture has been set up as it background, your date of birth will be the password. Because it is your first day at the resort, we set up a light meal for all of you to enjoy. The rest of the days you will have to prepare your own meals. I hope you will enjoy your stay here. With kind regards, The staff. PS we placed the suitcases/bags you brought in the to you assigned room.




With a new found joy, Rebekah jumped up and down already imagining what the rest of the resort looked like. In a blink of an eye the haunting eerie glow that the library had turned into a warm cozy feel. The room appeared brighter and familiar now that she was certain she wasn't going to be opened up and sold on the black market. Rebekah jumped up and down clenching the note to her chest.

"This is going to be so much fun! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I can't wait! I'm going to make lots of friends and everyone's going to taste my cooking! This is going to be so much fun!"

After her small burst of energy, Rebekah placed the note back on the table and ran over to an oak china cabinet with glass doors that guarded what appeared to be old war artifacts. Finding her reflection on the glass doors, Rebekah ran her fingers through her slightly tangled hair and fixed her large rimmed glasses.

"Okay Beks...you can do this!"

Rebekah winked at her reflection before running to grab the note once again, studying the map carefully and making her way to the main room. As she walked through the long hall, she mentally played scenarios of her meeting the group. They all started with her happily introducing herself and usually end with her tripping over something. Once she was on the floor, Rebekah would shake her head and start her fantasy scenario again. About five and a half fantasies and two wrong turns later, Rebekah saw a large door in front of her.

She stopped for a minute and looked down at her map. If she was correct, and by the point Rebekah was almost certain she was, this was the door that lead to the main room. With her heart pounding against her chest, pulse racing, hands sweating, and stomach churning with butterflies, Rebekah took a deep gulp of air and ran towards the door letting out all her nerves and excitement. Her hand reached for the door knob and when her hand clasped around the cold metal she forgot to twist it open and ended up running into the door creating a loud thud. Bouncing back from the impulse Rebekah let out a loud moan and landed on her bottom. Glumly she stood up rubbing her forehead with one had and buttocks with the other.

"Well...at least you got that out of the way now."

Once again, Rebekah reached for the door knob and, this time, turned it slowly and pushed the door opened. Her head poked into the room cautiously and scanned it.

"Hello?
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[ROUX]

> Adamik


|| Recording Studio

<__|__<>__|__>

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"Ohhh baby....I'm gonna take very good care of you," the man cooed, grinning as he ran his hand admiringly over the sound board. Such a beautiful piece of equipment...and that wasn't even the whole set, and that out of several around the room he was currently standing in. It was obviously a recording studio, and one someone had put some good money into, from the looks of the place. He was willing to bet that if he counted up the prices of everything inside, the total would have been more than most houses - at least where he had come from. And despite having his own studio now, and a few platinum albums to decorate the walls, putting him in a place like this was still enough to make the twenty-six year old feel like a kid in a candy store, and that was pretty much how he looked - after all, normal people didn't try to reassure, let alone have conversations with the mixers.


He stood up finally, stretching as he did so, and letting out a yawn. His hand went straight for his pocket, grabbing the earbuds that were always there - but this time there was nothing connected to it...shame. Probably the doing of the people who had brought him here - not to mention had drugged him and left him on the floor... "Tablet better have my Spotify," he scoffed, although he couldn't be too irritated after being supplied with a means to get some work done even while he was here - though making the music he loved so much for himself or others wasn't really a job. Or at least it didn't feel like one with all the fun he had...it made him truly happy. And very few things did that, despite what he showed outwardly on constant. As if in sync with that very thought the grin widened, and as he strode forward, the words from the note played back in his head in place of the lyrics that usually resided in his mind, the hand with the headphones having replaced the former item to retrieve jus that before he went on his way, then the free one reached to swing open the door.


He wasn't worried, not really. He'd been asked to try this out after his latest production, and he'd accepted, figuring he could award himself a little vacation...and socialization. The cameras wouldn't bother him, he'd been around them too long in his own reality, and he was even more used to instructing others who might not be so comfortable under the eye of the public. It sure helped out his PA, that woman had too much to deal with as it was, he figured he could at least take care of the new additions of the company who really did need to thrive under the limelight. But besides all this, he was looking forward to his little relaxation trip, and part of him hoped he might actually get some new inspiration from his experiences...and possibly, make some new friends. And finally...finally have a way to disprove those lies his father had seen fit to feed his own daughter. He wasn't insane...not anymore...


The blonde turned a corner, humming a tune under his breath now, though that very tune was interrupted when another broke through his consciousness as he moved through the new room as instructed by the map in his hand - piano, was it? And a recognizable tune...one classic that would never die. And as always, his appreciation for good music drove him to inquire just what or who was playing so beautifully. Hence, his approach tithe figure at the piano as he came up along to the side of it before freezing as the hands on the keys were slammed down, and he made a face, guilt creeping through him. "Shit man, did I do that? I didn't mean to bother, I mean it was - it was just so good and I kind of wanted to check you out...well your playing I mean - though hey, if you swing my way I miss certainly not saying I'd mind," he chuckled, running a hand through his own hair and spiking it again, habit even though he didn't necessarily need to as he let his own light emerald green eyes pin down on the stranger.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Skygge Vuori, Hallway





He could hear a door not far behind him opening and closing, which made him turn around a bit. A friendly smile lay on his face as his eyes took in the female. Her hair that probably had once been tied in the bun had come lose and he could see some of the redness on her cheeks that indicated she had been physically exercising not long ago. "Good morning, or should I say good afternoon" He greeted her. One look at her had been enough to tell him that the others, or at least she, was not involved in politics. Yet then again, if you saw his behaviour and clothing style on his days off you wouldn't say that about him either. Not even only on his days off, as he had been joining the Prime Minister on often accounts dressed up like the other gender, either for political reasons or just because he felt like it. In Norway it was all possible, even when you were involved in high politics, as long as kept real to your believes and politic statements. Normal procedure would be to ask how the others travel, or flight had been, but he figured she knew just as much about that as he did about his own travel here.


"Are you excited so far about the stay here?" He asked instead as his hand had traveled up, loosening his silk tie. He hated ties, yet his job required them, so he wore them, besides they did come in handy at other moments. His attention was taken away from the young female he was talking to as he could hear a loud thud, apparently someone had collided with something, followed by a rather paniced female voice that cried out for something called Nana. Nope, this were certainly not high ranked politicians. His feet had slowly started to take him further towards the sounds, curious to see with what and whom he would spend the upcoming months on this resort then. The hallway abruptly ending in what seemed to be a great hall, with on the other side a seemingly shy girl opening the door to the living room. Inside were several people in various states of excitement and shyness. "Seems like we have found the others" He spoke, yet the words were rather meant to himself than the other female in the hallway. With big strides he walked over, pushing the door further open for the girl that had just called out her hello and only poked her head inside. "It usually works better if you actually go inside" Just a whisper as he winked and walked in further, keeping the door open for both of the females as his gaze wandered around. Not so much over the people that had come in through the other doors that had lead to the living room, but the room itself.


It seemed cozy, with some very comfortable looking lounche like set up and he could feel a yawn creeping up. He covered his mouth with his hand as the dark brown eyes took in the huge television that hung from the wall, followed by the bar that slowly changed into an, if possible, even more luxurious kitchen. In the back of the room was an oak dinner table that could easily be set up for a small part of fourteen people. Patiently Skygge waited for the females to move into the room, as his eyes had traveled back to the luxurious couch. Only now noticing the tablets that lay upon the coffee table as well as some piles of different sandwiches, the light meal they had been promised in the letter ofcourse.




Viriu Lucassen, Music room





The sudden hyped words telling him he had been right about the fact that someone was watching him. The annoying chuckle of the other immediately irritating him. For a moment enough to even wonder how quickly he could end it with the things available in the room. "No, you did not" His voice was cold, definitely compared to the others quick talking. His hands had still not left the keys as he looked over to the male and for a moment the ice blue connected with the light emerald stare. Something was very unsettling about those eyes, yet he didn't know why. One hand moving to the bit higher keys, fingers traveling over them yet without playing a sound. A melody that didn't bring anything good, at least not to him. A song he knew by heart and even knew how to play blind. "...but thanks, for both the compliment and the offer" He added at least trying to sound a bit more friendly. After all he was gonna be stuck here for the whole year, yet he was definitaly certain no one could be working more on his nerves than the one currently with him in the room.


He withdrew his fingers from the keys as he gotten up, grabbing hold of the fragile paper. "However I am sorry to inform you that I don't 'swing' anybodies way... And even if I did, I am pretty sure you'd be the last on the list" So much for being friendly then as he got up from the piano. Not even 15 minutes there and he had already rejected someone, that has got to be new record. Again he was left questioning himself on why he had even agreed to go here. He didn't like people and if they were all like this male, he would quickly lose his patience. Whether there were camera's or not. His fingers for a moment finding their way back to the keys. His eyes still not having left the others face as there was something about him, something that gave him the feeling he had met him before. Yet that was ridiculous. It could not be...


He put more pressure on the keys, a simple melody surrounding them once again. Simple and light for any other person, yet so sinister for him. He had closed his eyes for only a short moment as he let the last of the short tune fade out, while finally stepping away from the piano. He didn't even look back at the stranger as he turned around. Knowing that if he stayed any longer, he would be stuck playing that instrument probably all day. Furthermore he really didn't feel like being interrupted by the other or spend any more second with him and the omnious feeling that he got from him. The last note had not even died as he pushed open the door, hoping that the other would leave him alone. However judging by how rudely and annoying he interrupted, Viriu knew that hope was in vain.

 

[Sunbather]

Noelle Bajalica, Hallway & Livingroom


Noelle wandered around carefully. She knew she was safe, but she still felt uncomfortable. The feeling that she already could be seen by people over cameras made her surprisingly nervous. Why would you even come here, you idiot? She wiped her wrist over her face, trying to swipe away her thoughts. She heard a piano tune, barely reaching her ears. It seemed to come from the absolute opposite of her position. Admittedly, Noelle didn't possess the strongest oriantation sense. Constantly tugging on her clothes, she eyes every pictures, every bumb in the walls, every tile and everything that seemed to be more than just a flat surface. She had never been away from home alone, let alone so far. Or were they even far? Afterall, she didn't even get to see the traveling route. Now that she thought about it... Who else would come here? Which network even wants this show? She started to question if she'd fit in. It's probably an American show, she thought, instantly feeling a little guilty for her snobis association. Finally, a big door. She lost her way on the mab, but she felt this could lead to some sort of center, a good point to relocate. She pushed the two-way door open and saw a large room. It looked like it came straight out of a catalogue. On the other end, a man stood there, with a loose tie. Noelle felt her heart beat pick up, her blood rush to her head. It was a clash of two needs. She wanted to find the other contestants so badly, but actually making contact with them for the first time scared her. With small steps, she approached the table with a plethora of tablets on top.


"Hi... Ich bin No... I'm Noelle." She figured introducing her in English would be the best first impression. A weak smile formed on her face, trying to look as nice and inviting as possible, althought she felt like she might come off as fake.

 

[Haruhi]

Adalade Thyme ~ Kitchen

Adalade smirked at the sound of her high heels clicking against the kitchen floor. She was exploring the building and maybe, just maybe, she could find a small snack. She awed at how beautiful the kitchen was, light was shining through the windows making the pots and pans glitter. The girl made her way to the refrigerator and wrapped her long fingers around the handle, pulling at the door gently to see what's inside; everything.


"Perfect," Adalade (somewhat) purred as she reached for the clear strawberry container, grabbing a few and closing the box along with the refrigerator door. She began to explore the building again, exiting the kitchen with her starwberries in hand. 'This place is nice,' she thought to herself, 'it is made for a queen.'


A small laugh escaped her lips at her statement, she knew she was better than everyone here--if there was anyone else. It didn't matter to her any how, whether people were her or not, she is the greatest person to walk around this building.


A proud "hmph" came from her throat as she brushed her hair off of her shoulder and bounced on her toes.

 

[NessieAlways]

~Rebekah Q. Donovan~

Strangers in the Doorway


Although it was a mere whisper, the sudden noise of a male voice behind her startled Rebekah. She jumped a bit, not expecting people to be behind her and spun around to see the man, whom she supposed had spoken, and a lady. The first thing she noticed was the man's hair as he walked past her and opened the door for both her and the other female next to her. Rebekah, still in shock, just glanced back and forth between the two waiting for one of them to make their move, but seeing as he was just waiting and she wasn't following his lead, Rebekah took a breath pushing away the initial shock and smiled.

"Guess I forgot that part of socialization, but I'm glad you cleared it up for me!"

She took a step forward into the room getting a better look at it than before. She turned back to the man who had opened the door for her. It was refreshing to still manners still existed in some people. Even if it was just a formality, it was nice that those customs were still being carried around. Rebekah felt the world needed nicer people. Maybe then it wouldn't be so screwed up and she wouldn't have had to woken up in a mysterious room after being drugged and taken to God knows where. Guess it's all just part of the show...show At the thought of the word, Rebekah suddenly remembered she was going to be on television. Her eyes instinctively went to the corners of the room looking for those hidden cameras that were suppose to monitor her every move. Now that she thought about people watching her she became very self cautious. What if I do something wrong? What if I embarrass myself?! Rebekah thought back to earlier when she crashed into the door and even before that when she threatened her imaginary kidnapper. Too late... A glum expression crossed her face in disappointment.

She shook her head leaving all thoughts of previous incidents behind and decide to draw a line in the sand and move on. Once again she turned back to the man who had opened the door and smiled towards him.

"I'm Rebekah by the way!"

She looked past him to the girl he had been walking with leaning a bit to get a better view.

"Hi!"

With that Rebekah straightened up and looked to see who else was in the room.

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[Haruhi]

~ Adalade Thyme ~

Hallyway - Living room
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Adalade carefully swept her curls off of her shoulder, feeling them touch down to the middle of her back. She was making her way to the living room of the household, hoping that she would see someone in there; she was tired of not being able to flaunt her new outfit (not to mention how good she looks).


The woman kept her posture as she walked because what if someone was watching her? She can't make herself look bad. Adalade saw a large chiseled door frame and she guessed that was the living room when she approached it. The room was huge and beautifully decorated which surprised her, these people have class and money. She entered the room with a small grin, running her hand across the back of the couch. The thought of having to sit beside strangers bothered her, so she moved to a snug red chair that was faced towards the couch, probably so people would actually socialize because there wasn't anywhere to sit if you wanted to be alone.


She smirked and leaned back in the chair as if it was a throne, "let's see who's here."

 

[Polaris.]

"Danielle” Yukimura

Location: Living Room
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Noticing the girl wasn’t really doing much in front of the living room, Danielle walked away realizing that she had to use the bathroom. To her dismay, she didn’t know where the bathrooms were and at this point, she wished she had directions that told her to turn right here or turn left there. Sighing, she decided to make the best of it and wandered around a little bit more. With the map in front of her, Danielle’s head was quickly turning left, right, down until she finally found the bathroom. After she was done with her business and washed her hands, the girl decided to head back to the living room.


What if they can’t understand my English? A voice haunted her. She did have an accent after all. Maybe she should resort to writing English if they all looked confused. By the time she was back upstairs, there was no one around the hallway and Danielle nervously stared at the doorknob.


“Come on, open it,” she mumbled to her herself, trying to calm down her nerves. Danielle might seemed social and outspoken in front of her friends but strangers are slightly different. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and twist the doorknob as she quickly pushed the door opened. Stumbling her way in, she looked at the gathered group in the living room. “Uhm,” she took a quick scan at the place wondering how rich these people are to afford such a spacious living room. Her thoughts were interrupted by her first impression of the ones in the living room.


Was this suppose to be a formal occasion? She looked down at her outfit wondering why the other man seemed like he just came out from Vogue magazine. The first blonde had nice facial features and the other blonde who was sitting on the red chair resembles a model. The other girl looked pretty serene. It was like a gathering of celebrities of some sort. Maybe she was in the wrong place but the letter from earlier cleared her doubt.


“Hi,” Danielle greeted with a smile, “I’m Danielle. Danielle Yukimura."

 

[Sunbather]

Noelle's gut was making its present felt. She was nervous enough, but now the pressure rang through her head like a church bell. She had hoped to catch a single contestant before everyone as gathering, hoping that she could make a friend more easily that way. It didn't matter. Every single time someone entered the room, she flinched ever so subtly, quickly turning her head around towards the sound of steps and voices. Noelle waved and put on a timid smile that barely hid her nervousness. Then, an Asian girl stepped into the room. For the first time, she felt something relatable in this house. The brunette wasn't entirely sure why, but something made her feel like the girl that had introduced herself as Danielle, wasn't going to give her a bad response, whereas she struggled to gauge the rest of the people so far. "Hey... I'm Noelle..." She waved once more and carried her insecure smile again. This time, however, it seemed more sincere.