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[RYCBAR123]

Name: Allison
Where: The Rose House
Mood: Slightly Scared
Crush: No One

The others began to zone off, looking out the window which showed us the pictuesque scenery. Just after a few momentsof longing the homesickness began to sink in. All I could think of was Daddy, fishing, home, Manny, the maid, mother. . . All of my good memories of my mother have been taken over by a mental image of her and the British photographer. She loved us so why did she leave? "Who is everybody?" I said, trying to remain ceerful but my voice was stained with fear. "I'm Allison." My sweet, genuine smile never faded although I honestly felt like crying. How could I marry a stranger?

I was again scan the room and examine my possible husbands. Maybe it was the first guy who started out in the suit, but soon changed into casual clothes. He was not a good-looking guy, but who am I to judge someone based off of their looks being as homely as I am. Next was the British guy. He was simply adorable with his blue eyes and dark hair, but his accent brought back bad memories. I can't blame him for being British, I suppose, but it would make life so much easier. Finally, my eyes landed on the new guy. He was quiet which I admired but he wasn't a dream-boat in the looks department though. The marriage is arranged though, so beggars can't be choosers. Who's begging? I have time to wait, but that is not an option.

“Even if you stumble, you’re still moving forward.”

[FAIL!]

[Yellow.]

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Kilik blinked, hearing a girl speak up. He stayed silent for a moment, debating on whether to start a conversation. 'One one hand, I'm actually kind of enjoying the quietness of the room, plus I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking outside... On the other hand, I'm currently bored out of my mind with absolutely nothing to do and she seems rather worried and it would be extremely rude to just ignore her...' A small frown crossed his face during his internal struggle. He sighed softly and plastered a fake smile onto his face, trying to at least seem interested.

"My name is Kilik. And you are..?" He asked, turning towards the girl and away from the beautiful scenery outside. He decided to get a better look at the people he was pretty much stuck with for a while. There were, of course, three girls and two guys other than himself. The girl who had spoken up was sitting at the table, a glass of red wine near her. He blinked, not even noticing the wine when he had walked in. He mentally rolled his eyes at his absentmindedness. He shrugged to himself, 'It's not like I drink alcohol anyways...' he thought, retraining his attention on the girl who had spoken earlier.

[Landscape]

{ Your character doesn't like Jacob.. 3: Oh well. Yeah, I guess he's not the best looking, but... }

-->Jacob Ross<--

Jacob smiled slightly, and folded his hands, crossing his fingers until he couldn't make sense of them. Still a little bored, he sighed slightly, and stopped fiddling with his fingers. Everybody else was looking out of the window, so he decided to join them in it. The scenery was breathtaking, like a picture or a painting. Nothing like real life, which he seemed to be liking currently. Although it did look a little fake, like in a golf park. The flowers looked very fragrant though, and also very pretty.

Suddenly the girl in the gold dress spoke, saying something about names. He snapped out of his small daydream, and shook his head slightly- unnoticeable- as if trying to shake away the wisps of thought. Jacob stopped that, and turned back to the group. She said she was Allison. Her smile seemed a little forced, and he was sympathetic. "Jacob." He said simply, and turned away. His voice was normal, he had nothing to be embarrassed about, but his cheeks flared up, slightly pink. Not of anything but anger.

[RYCBAR123]

[Please forgive my spam.

I have dance tonight and then a cheerleader meeting. I will not be on much tonight, but I will make it work.

Also, Lunar, if you are speaking to me it isn't that she truly thinks he is ugly it is just that she doesn't realize how mad she is. Her anger is forcing bad opinions of practically everyone on her without her realizing it.]

[Landscape]

{ Sorry, I had around 5 hours of sleep and I can't think straight. xP }

[Flicker -]

- - - Micheal
- Mitch
- So what? I made a mistake, life doesn't come with instructions.

Mitch rolled back her shoulders and forced down a yawn that come tumbling up from the bottom of her dry throat. She glanced around the elegant table top. Searching for a simple glass of water. Her table was spared of them. But a table on the far side of the spacious area, for some reason that she could not pinpoint, hada couple of glasses of water. The light reflected off of them in some sort of set-up way. As if they had polished it for hours at a time. She could just imagine the flowing liquid slipping down her parched mouth. She inched her chair back, which produced a loud penetrating sound that made her face comvulse. She losened her facial muscles and smiled innocently. Nodding a nod that told them that she was sorry. Her hands lifted her from the table and she walked over to the table. Her converse made a dulled clicking sound that came from heels, exept muffled. Her smile grew at the familer sound, how it reminded her of teachers making their way down a hallway. Which always had made her straighten her back and stiffen. As if she would have slumped, they might've gve her detention. which was a outrageous idea, but she could never kick the habit.

When her feet stopped in front of the draping white table cloth, her hands rested on the table for a couple seconds, purelyin thought. before her right hand reached towards the cup that was damp with beads of moisture. Her hand gratefully funbled around the cool glass and picked it up. The glass skimming the cloth and lifted the glass up in the air. Tipping it into her mouth, the iced liquid unfolding down her throat. Flling her mouth utnil her rosey cheeks puffed and she couldn't hold much more. She placed the delicate glass on the tabel in a calm manner and enclosed her mouth in her hand. Before she tried to swallow a small amount of the water. The water glided down her parched throat and her pink cheeks retreated to their usual size. her hand was replaced to the cup and the glass was lifted off of the table cloth. Her converse skimmed the marble floor as she nearly trotted back to her rightful place. Her table, by herself. The cup found its way to the table and her gaze landed on the girl, who she found out, was Allison. Her smile grew to a beaming grin as she brung up her name. Her guy's name. "Micheal." She told them proudly. She loved her name, whether people called her Mike or not. It was a decent name.

[Flicker -]

- - - Miss. Lockweed.
- - "The weed."
- Quide.

Miss. Lockweed briskly and delicately prodded down the stairs, her bight red stillitoes clicking violently on the marble surface. Her face was sour and mashed up in disgust. Another group of worthless little mutts who thinkl they have it bad. I do not get paid enough, the thought whipped around her head in rage. She needed a raise. She was the one dealing with the mutts, as she called them. She never bothered to learn their name. Just addressed them by the clothes they were wearing. And sometimes, if they managed to find out that she despised them, Mutt one, mutt two, mutt three, and so on. Her lips were pursed, and her eyes only open in slits. She was wearing gray suit pants, the wasitline resting firmly on her hips. A small suit jacket, and a white ruffled blouse underneath. the clicking of her red, and painful, stillitoes echoed through the deserted halls. Her gaze locked on the half opened doors. Mutts couldn't even close the door. She shook her head in a "Tsk tsk" motion. Before she strutted into the room. Which usually silenced them. A huge, sugary smile was plastered on her fake, botoxed face. Her cheeks bones very high and plasticy [word?]. "Hello new couples!" She basically screecjed out to them. Her voice high and "Happy". "I am your guide! Are you ready for the tour?" She looked arounbd the room, only to see a few of the mutts that would show up. She frowned and pursed her thin, thick red lips. "I see that some have not arrived, or the limoes are running late. I knew I shuoldn't have trusted Bob's limo rides. Always need to go with Fred's. When will I learn," she said, half to herself. In a frisky tone that shoke the room with anger.

[sunny,]

D ᴀ ʟ ʟ ᴀ sツ
❝Iᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ʟᴏᴀᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ❝
A sudden voice snapped him back to reality and his gaze finally left the outdoor scenery. It was strange, it seemed as if everyone was longing to go back outside already. He couldn't blame anyone though, he felt the same. He smiled at Allison's words and just sat as one by one people began to briefly state their names. He listened as Michael introduced herself. He had never heard such a girl’s name but that's what made it so unique. He brightened up a bit and spoke. "Dallas." He didn't want to say much more, unsure of how everyone else would react to it. It almost felt as if it was edgy in here so the less he did to put himself out there, the better. He sat back in his chair and rand his hand through him deep chocolate hair. His thoughts left the room yet again though, thinking of what was going to happen. One of these women would be his wife whether he liked it or not. He just hoped that for love's sake, and time’s sake, he liked it. I mean, all the women were great and beautiful; he just needed to set his eyes on the right one and pray that they found an easy way out. What if even worse, the woman didn't like him back? He would feel bad; at least he would try to win her over. He loves being kind, so that won’t be a problem. He just hoped whoever it was, was going to be as outgoing and adventurous as he is.

He almost jumped when he heard an older lady speak. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't here here clacking from all the way down the hallway. He looked over at her with his elbow rested on the arm of the chair and a fist supporting his chin. He just listened as she seemed to ramble on about tours and limos. It bored him really but he was half listening. He looked around the room at everyone before turning his attention back to the old lady and giving her a curt nod. He could tell he wasn't going to like her. He was going to have fun with this and break some rules. There was nothing better than causing havoc around boring and dull people. He looked her over. The fake face, the tall heels, the grey suite. It all screamed I hate my job and have no life. He shrugged it off. It's not like she mattered to him.

[Yellow.]

Kilik blinked, tilting his head as a few people introduced themselves. 'They have... interesting names. Though mine isn't much different...' he thought wryly. He turned his gaze back to the window and spaced out, thinking. 'It seems like this whole situation is just starting to hit my brain... I'm about to get married to someone I hardly even know. How wonderful... I hope the girl chosen for me doesn't hate me. I don't think I could agree to that...' He thought, sighing mentally. 'Hopefully, we can get this over with quickly and without any conflict. I'm not looking forward to the amount of drama this place seems to bring...'

He was brought out of his musings as a fake-happy voice. The lady actually looked fake over all, her face seemed to be almost made out of plastic. 'Ugh, why do girls do that? I'm sure she wouldn't look half as...' He searched his mind for the right word, outright ignoring the lady talk. 'Great, I can't think of the word. That's going to bother me... Well, she looks like she melted a plastic bag over her face in an attempt to look younger. I hope none of the girls here want plastic surgery. Or any 'body' enhancement surgeries of any kind...' He sighed out loud and started to tune in, right when the lady was muttering to herself. 'Oh. Great, our tour guide is batty. Wonderful. He thought sarcastically.

[RYCBAR123]

Name: Allison
Where: The Rose House
Mood: Slightly Scared
Crush: No One

One by one the prisoners began to introduce themselves with a one-word response. Although simple, I was pleased to atleast drag that much information out of them. 'Miss Athletic' was actually named Michael which seemed odd enough. I favoured the though that I had perhaps misunderstood the lovely girl, but after reexamining her I decided the name suited her greatly. I had never heard such a unique name! Next was 'Mr. Dress-up', who was given the secret name after he changed so quickly out of his first outfit as if the suit was just a costume. His name was Jakob and I assumed the name would settle on my tongue soon enough. It was a lovely name, but after unwillingly watching the cheesey Twilight movies I half-expect the young man to take his shirt off or turn into my neighbor's annoying Chihuahua. We now come around to 'Prince Charming' who I believe will use his romantic accent to his advantage, so I pray he is not my husband. Sure he is absolutely gorgeous, but accents give me headaches after too long-- except southern accents. Finally is the quiet, new-guy. Let's call his 'Mute' for the time being. He says his name is Kilik and it sounds like a name out of one of Manny's comic books that he would read when we were younger. I'm unsure why I think so, but it seems very strange.

My thoughts were interrupted by a shrill greeting. I turn my attention towards Ms. Lockweed, but let's call her 'Lego Lockweed' because there is more plastic in this woman than in Michael Jackson-- may he rest in peace. I fold my hands neatly in my lap and look her in the eyes, replicating her fake smile although mine is slightly less overbearing. She begins to drone on and on and I must admit that I only half-listened because the rest of my attention was spent trying to decifer which was real and which wasn't. Her cheekbones seemed to take on a trangular shape and her forehead showed little to no wrinkles implying heavy botox. Her breasts were overly perky for a woman of her and and her neck seemed to have had some work. Her lips were large and I realized why she was unmarried, who would want to kiss those hamburger lips? When I was given the opportunity to play video games or watch television I always chose to explore our Wii system. I remember, when setting up my Mii, who would ever choose some of these body parts. One was a pair of lips that were almost swolen like Lego Lockweed's lips. A harsh silence filled the room and I realized her buzzing had subsided and she had shut-up. Quick, act like you hard everything!

“Even if you stumble, you’re still moving forward.”