N.A.P.F.I.T. [IC]

[marmalademoon]

"Ali," she replied with a polite nod. She saw someone else sit on the couch they occupied, so she gave him a little wave to encourage him to join their conversation. She figured if more people were involved in the conversation she'd feel less awkward and not have to speak as much. She wished that she could put on her work face right now, but all the sudden changes of the day crippled her of doing so.

[Twisted Fate]

After he had calmed down, Nikki took a moment to look at his fellow inmates. Nobody particular impressed him, they all looked like a bunch of lifeless losers, until he caught the eye of a fair skinned girl (Gillian). Though on the outside she appeared to be simply upset, like the rest of the people in here, he noticed a vicious glint in her eyes, ferocious enough to scare off most people. But not Nikki. He liked a wild edge in a person, after all, it reminded him of himself. And he loved nobody more than himself.

Talking to people had never been his problem. He could make conversation effortlessly. The thing was, he didn't like people. He detested most of them, blaming them and the rest of society for his own messed up life. But deep inside, he felt a flicker of... Something, when he met this girls gaze. He tried to push it down, but eventually gave in to temptation. I'm screwed anyway. He thought. Why not make it slightly worse?

He stood up, very slowly, and sauntered over to her, he most have seemed cocky and arrogant. Good. He was cocky and arrogant, and he thought people should know that. After finally reaching the girl, he attempted his usual sneer, which for some reason came out as a half-hearted smile. "I'm not usually one to follow the rules," he said as a greeting, "but I reckon if I don't talk to someone I'm gonna gotten rid of much quicker. Names Nikki, that's spelt with two K's and and I. Not C-K-Y. I'd sy I'm pleased to meet you, but I don't know if I am yet."

No, no, NO! This was going all wrong. For sole reason he found he wanted to impress this girl, probably some deep psychological trauma from his childhood, but he guessed he had probably ruined his chances of making any friends in this place with that simple greeting. He wasn't an idiot, he knew that everyone in the room had heard it, hell, minutes ago he had heard a whispered exchange between another pair, an he had hardly whispered there.

[Kaonashi]

Cateline sat in the back of class, as usual. No standing out, at least to her, as other taller more older children looked at the front of class with her. She had put in her headphones, since she had already learned everything in the class while others were playing and having fun with others. She hadn't seen her dad in days, and so was really hungry from the lack of food at home. After a few seconds of listening to Chopin's Nocturne 27 everyone's heads, including the teachers, went to the intercom. Looking there herself, she didn't hear anything, then all the others heads darted to her, even the teacher. Then the teacher started to speak and she paused the music she so greatly enjoyed.

"-line you are excused to the principal's office,"he said, turning back to the black board and returning to his lesson, and the others turned back to the room in return. Cateline, not minding the ignoring that so usually happened, as well as the cold stares, picked up her stuff and went to the principal's office.

She knocked on the door lightly, and went inside. The principal sat like the president at his desk, and on each of his sides was a man in a black suit and CSI sunglasses. He gestured her to sit down, and when she was seated he pulled out an envelope. In an unnecessary booming voice he shouted,"TO MS. CATELINE DIONNE! YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED BY THE POPULARITY VOTE TO GO TO THE N.A.P.F.I.T! " Even the suited men were a bit shaken, he gave a slight and definitely forced smile forward."Men, please direct her."

The men went to her sides, and Cateline was terrified. N.A.P. for idiots right? Oh wait no, WAIT! That's that terrible school right? The men picked her into the air by her arms, and carried her to an empty classroom. "You may not bring ANYTHING to the N.A.P.F.I.T, or say goodbye to your father,"one of the men explained. He pulled her backpack from her back and tossed it into the corner. It teared open and spilled across the floor, and just as she was about to scream rape they gave her some grey prisoner's outfit and turned around. "Change quickly,"they told her in unison, and she proceeded, because she was too afraid to deny. On the inside she was confused and dizzy, also scared and held back the urge to cry. After she was done changing they took off the ribbons in her hair, which let it flow freely, they dragged her to a big van, which contained many others in the same uniform like her. Before the door slammed she saw most students staring at her and the van in fear, but meeting her gaze they turned away. Then she was stuffed between two older people, most people were older. Instead of being in fear or trying to escape she tried to sort the situation in her head. So I have to fall in love right? Looking around to see people older than her she panicked. Gaaaahhhh!!!! What am I going to do!? For the rest of the drive she panicked on the inside, mixed with attempts to sort out her mind, as well as a bit of sadness from not saying bye to her dad, even if he had abandoned her in the years.

When they arrived, she was one of the last to get out of the van, being that she was trampled from bigger teens who didn't even notice stepping on her. But having no sort of social practice she didn't know exactly how to complain. When her eyes gazed at the building it was too tall for her to see the top without falling backwards, and going in the building the lights were still as bright as outside, and there was a table in the middle. She picked up the envelope with her name on it, and when going to the elevator she heard a slightly loud shouting coming from it, and understanding the message didn't want to socialize just yet. Seeing how so many people were older, she hid under the table where the cards lay, and covered her ears.

[Azure Sky]

Allen simply let out a little "ugh". It was getting too crowded for his own taste. He couldn't get out of this situation though. It would seem all these people had certain "shyness" or "social disability" kind of symptoms. He heard something move, almost as if something was kicked aside with a lot of anger. He wasn't very interested in it. People with anger fits were the only ones that Allen was actually afraid of, besides his own family. But, something that he never expected happened. He, for the first time since he sat down, took away his eyes from the emptiness and looked towards two people, a boy and a girl. They seemed to be socializing. They really had a will to survive. In retrospective, it would be good for Allen to socialize too, seen as he had to get out of the room to be freed. Just as he was about to go talk to some other people, most likely a girl, he noticed something shaking beneath a table. He sighed. Things that people do just to avoid others... I... have to... think straight to get into a conversation... those thoughts hardly crossed his mind, he was already starting to sit on the floor next to the table, crossing his legs almost in a meditating way. He looked at the one that was there. A small, cute girl was trying to cover her ears, maybe from being too shy. It wasn't that she was THAT cute to him, but maybe this would be the only kind of communication he would establish. After all, it wasn't like a kid would refuse to talk to him, seen as he didn't have much to talk either. Looking away, he gazed at the ceiling. "S-So... You don't have to be like that... I-It's not like someone's going to hurt you... M-My name is Allen, by the way... Allen Poe..." he introduced himself, in hopes that this was enough socializing for the evening. He still had to imagine the yo-yo spinning to concentrate enough to talk and listen.

[Rainbowcake]

"Lauren Hall, to the Principal's Office."

Lauren looked up to the speaker in the corner of her classroom, almost boredly. She was always sent to the principal's office, usually because she'd often threaten other students over and over. Simply and without a word, Lauren lifted from her chair, packed her things and made her way to the office as to which she was called. As she entered, she noticed two large men on either side of her principal's desk, she just gave a blank look toward them, and a look to the principal, as if she were telling him that it was completely unnecessary.

The Principal didn't even bother to ask Lauren to sit, because he knew that she never would, so he simply gave up. "Lauren, I regret to inform you that you've been voted to be transferred to N.A.P.F.I.T. These men are to escort you there," he'd said, motioning to the two men beside him, whom stepped forward toward her, hands extended. Lauren simply rolled her eyes at the two. "If you love her hands, don't even think about touching me," she said simply before she continued, "I never liked it here anyway. Now, lead the way," she finished, stepping out the way of the door. This, of course confused the two men greatly - a student that didn't fight back when taken away.

They too wouldn't fight it, but simply lead her out the office and through the hallways, where students gave her pitied looks. But none dare laughed, spoke or touched her - the whole student board feared her. When they'd come outside, they'd pushed a jumpsuit into her hands before they helped her into the back of the van. Once inside, she'd hesitantly changed into the provided clothing, shuddering at the fact that someone else may have worn it before her.

After a seemingly long ride, she was led out of the van she was in to another, larger van. "Now this is just a bit over-the-top, don't you think?" she muttered with another eyeroll. One of the men simply shrugged, replying, "Policy," before he'd shut the van doors. After another long ride, she'd arrived at the mansion, she was again led out of the van, but this time into the mansion itself. She wouldn't mind being here, as long as people didn't bug her, she'd convinced herself. She'd made her way to the table where other "students" were gathering, collecting their named envelopes, and she followed suit. However, she didn't go with the rest of the students, she just found her own place - against a wall that was as far as she could possibly get from the majority.

[Mozag]

Michael sat and simply listened to people around him beginning to talk. He really hated being in the majority, or in crowds. He wanted so desperately to begin to talk, to find the person he loved most, but he felt like he was missing his chance. Already, guys were approaching girls.

"I thought this was supposed to be for introverts..." Michael thought to himself. He sighed and looked for someone to talk to.

In the distance, a girl seemed to not even be trying at all (Lauren). Michael knew exactly how this worked. After all, his father was sent here many years ago, and had given him some pointers in case he ever got sent.

Since no one had talked to him, Michael got up and left the table, preparing his nerve. He pretended to look around at the place, and actually began to do so for a while. He found a spot near the girl and leaned against the wall.

"It's a beautiful prison." Michael muttered sarcastically, hoping to at least get a 'hi'.

[Eru Ilúvatar]

If I can get out, I’d have no problems with those woodlands and mountains. Except she’d be a fugitive after that, and while the implied isolation was decent, it was effort she didn’t feel compelled to expend. She rubbed fingers along the edges of her own envelope, staring from one person to the next with some irritation – it was the stupidest concoction imaginable. If they sought to bring out the extrovert in such a group of people, wouldn’t it have been beneficial to include some extroverts? If there’d been any, she noted with a scowl, there’d be more than the pathetic attempts at conversation piping currently struggling to catch flame.

The sounds of destruction drew her notice to a boy stomping on a lamp. She disapproved of his outburst, as it wasn’t of any use. Violence against people was perfectly fine, but what had the furniture done to him? The absence of logic drew a furrow between her brows as she eyed the crushed lamp and then the surveillance equipment. He could have made better use to bludgeoning the cameras, she couldn’t help but think. In a fit of temper, she shifted her gaze to the boy making a mess, and in turn drew his attention.

Eyes narrowing, she watched him approach with baleful wariness. The hostility flared with his mangled greeting, but quickly subsided into incredulity. Accustomed to the lowly intrigue of high school, his honesty was refreshing – and mutual. A fleeting smile curled the corner of her mouth as she dismissed the knowledge of how to spell his name – why was it relevant? – and nodded in greeting. If he expected a handshake, he was going to be disappointed.

“My name is Gillian, but I’m not spelling it out for you. As for whether or not you’re pleased… Likewise,” she replied slowly, forcing her words out clean and neat so that she didn’t have to repeat herself. It was one of her pet peeves when socializing, though she knew it was usually her fault. Her nerves only slowed in the relentless rubbing of fingertips along the edge of the envelope. She maintained a rigid, impeccable posture, her body otherwise statuesque. She felt as brittle as a paperback’s spine, controlling as much of the situation as she could – unfortunately, that ended with her own mind. Even her body had been placed in an unwelcome environment.

She winced as a sharp pain awakened on her index finger, followed by a bright stain against the envelope’s edge. Snapping something under her breath in a language that, despite the displeased tone, managed to maintain its pleasant lilt, she used the edge of her uniform’s sleeve to absorb the blood.

[Jason Welsh]

Aiden looked around. Slowly but surely, people were starting to talk, which eased the tension in his mind. He looked up at the camera in the corner. He needed to choose someone and ask if they wanted to fake falling in love, but how could he do it with the cameras all over?

The computer was his enemy, and he had to outsmart it. He was used to outsmarting people whenever they gave him trouble, but an AI presented a new challenge, one that he wasn't used to at all. He didn't know what it wanted or what it would do to get what it wanted. He needed to find out more about it.

The urge to communicate his plan to... someone... anyone... the urge was welling up inside him. He picked up a glass cup and started tapping on the side of it. An idea came to him then. Something that he had taught himself a few years ago out of boredom. He struggles to remember the specifics but it eventually came to him.

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The computer could peobably figure it out in a second, but that wasn't the point. The point was to test how much he could get away with... and to find out who else knew it. It would be nice to find another silent thinker in the group like him. If there was someone like that anywhere... this would be the place.

It took him a little while, to tap it out, and once he did, he repeated it as many times as he could. In the meantime, he turned to conversation to pass the time. There was nothing else to do anyway. Turning back to Ali, he said "So where did you live before?" He was hoping for a long response, but considering the reason that all of them were here, he already was trying to think of another question.

[marmalademoon]

Ali looked around the room out of curiosity. Through one of the windows she could see that there was a swimming pool, and she felt a bit relieved since she used to swim for exercise. She wasn't great at swimming, but she knew enough to keep herself afloat. At least everything here wasn't completely foreign.
When Aiden spoke to her again her voice was a little bit lighter than the sullen, monotone quality it had previously. "I lived in Miami, Florida. I used to work as a model there before.. well.. this." She made a circular motion with her arms to gesture to everything around them.

[Rainbowcake]

Lauren hadn't noticed the dark-haired boy approach her, for she was too busy reading the note contained in her named envelope. I need a card to get into a room now? Whatever happened to keys? she thought, unimpressed. She already knew that she was going to get ticked off a million and one times - she had a terrible habit of losing cards, because she couldn't attatch them to herself like she could keys.

Lauren was almost startled by the voice beside her, and she looked up from her page to see where the voice came from. She eyes the slim, dark-haired boy for a moment before she spoke, "Aye, it is. A little too beautiful for my taste. Why make a prison enjoyable?" she stated, rolling her eyes at her rhetorical question. She flicked the card in her hand, watching it through narrowed eyes. She still didn't like the fact that whoever owned the mansion was moderning it up to suit teenagers, whom 90% were lazier beyonf belief. "And it's too modern for a mansion... Elevators, keycards," she stated, holding up the sickly thing she held between her fingers
"People are getting lazier and lazier. These people..." she said, her hand sweeping the room as she spoke, "...should be glad I don't have my damn lighter when they decide to bug me."

She knew that she was making it apparent that she hated people. But hey, why lie to someone? That'd just bring up false hope. However, the boy next to her seemed apparent to dislike people as much as she - why else would he have come to her, the dark violent type, rather than the group on the other end of the room, who was all happy-go-lucky. She looked back to him slowly and deliberatly. "Don't worry though, you're currently in my good-books. Good job for your first five minutes."