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

[Katurian]

(Nikki)

Effy practically jumped out of her seat because she didn't hear the boy walk in. She nearly giggled for getting so scared because she knew it was inevitable for somewhere to hear her. She just hadn't spoken to anyone for the last few days. She'd do that sometimes. Just not speak a word to anyone simply because she felt like she had nothing worth saying to anyone she knew. But things were different here, there were different people here... people like her. So she convinced herself to open up and socialize with at least one person today, if not more.

So Effy looked up at the boy and smiled at him, saying, "Oh I don't mind at all." She scooted over along the piano seat, giving him some space to sit on her left. "I'm not that good, I just like to play for fun. It calms me down, allows me to think, ya know? ... I'm Effy by the way." She smiled at him again before turning her attention back to the ivory keys, gingerly placing her fingers along the stretch of keys in front of her to prepare for her next song.

She quietly started to play "May Be". She had memorized how to play nearly half a dozen of Yiruma's songs over the last few years. It's what she did when she felt lonely, which was nearly all the time once high school started.

[ladybella]

Kyra stepped into the sunshine, shuffling her her prison outfit, and starred up at the huge mansion. Not what she expected at all. Where was the barbed wire and the officers standing around with high powered guns? Perhaps she watched too much tv. She entered the house and stood quietly, watching the others. People spoke awkwardly until they were all allowed to explore.
She wasn't in the best of moods, the officers who had kidnapped her took her camera, and she wasn't quite sure if she was going to get it back. How long was this thing again? She sighed to herself, watching each person carefully, studying their movements. None of them looked too happy to be here.
Kyra wondered momentarily if her parents would be notified that she was in this program now. She hadn't had the chance to say good-bye, or really hello. She had been in her drive-way, getting out of her truck when she had been snatched. Oh dear Lord her truck! Her eyes widened as she realized she probably wouldn't get the freedom of her vehicle here. Who was going to drive it? It was a 1982 model it needed to be run for goodness sakes!

Damien leaned against the wall, watching the others in the room. He wasn't impressed by the people here and it would probably take a while to impress him anyway. He wondered for a moment if his dad would get the news in an e-mail, through his secretary or if his childhood nanny would tell him. He smirked, it was all a very interesting project, though he wasn't sure why society still needed it. It was kind of cruel. He rubbed the back of his head where he had hit the ground while being abducted, and he had lost his ipod somewhere. He noticed a little redheaded girl standing nearby not engaging in conversation either. He figure saying hello wouldn't kill him so he leaned over.
"Damien," He said simply.
Kyra jumped and looked over to the guy talking to her.
"Oh, I'm Kyra," She said irritably. Damien nodded, not particularly wanting to talk either.
"Do you know if we get our stuff back?" Kyra asked suddenly. Damien shrugged, he had no idea how this sick game worked.
"Not a clue," He said softly. Kyra sighed, looking defeated.

"ACCURATE AMOUNTS OF SOCIALIZATION HAVE OCCURRED. YOU ARE FREE TO EXPLORE THE MANSION AS YOU WISH. JUST REMEMBER TO AVOID THE FENCES, BECAUSE IF YOU TOUCH ONE, THERE IS A CHANCE YOU MIGHT GET A MINOR CASE OF....SERIOUS BRAIN DAMAGE. THAT IS ALL."

"Guess we can get to our rooms now," Damien said. Kyra nodded and they walked to the table together to get their keys and such. The elevator seemed crowded, so Kyra headed for the stairs, Damien following to avoid meeting anyone else new. One person was enough for one day.

[FullM00n]

Blue was prepared this time so he wasnt startled when the voice filled his mind again.Apparently these troubled teens reached "accurate amounts of socialization" so they were now free to explore this huge mansion.Everyone will probably rush the elevator he thought and decided to look for the stairs since it was pretty impossible for such a gigantic structure, to rely only on electricity as means of transportation between the various floors.Before long, he saw a guy(Aiden) with oddly colored hair finding the stairs and Blue calmly waited for him to move on before following.He didnt want to go check his room yet.There should be a pool somewhere he said to himself and emptied another cup of that exquisite liquid.

As soon as, he and his female company left, Blue started walking slowly towards that door.Once he started going up, he set priorities on what should be done first.I need to find something to write with and somewhere to write on he thought as his emotions were slowly but steadily overwhelming him.

He left the stairs on the first chance he got and luckily he found the pool with its water lying still.He couldnt help it but knee and gently touch the surface shattering its stillness.

Five minutes later he was back at the entrance, waiting patiently for the elevator.He would grab some clothes and a towel and he'd go swimming.He enjoyed swimming and generally being close to the sea more than anything else in this vast world.

[Prince]

Killian lay his head against the wall. It felt good to just sit down. He listened to the ambiance surrounding him. Killian took a deep breath and easily accepted the fact that he heard no pesky children squealing, no announcements over the intercom, and absolutely no one calling his name. The cool brick massaging the skin just below his hairline reassured this euphoric feeling. The wall was the only thing about the school that Killian could tolerate. The student body is overtly mystified in petty games of love and wonder. Killian wanted nothing to do with any of it. A school bus passed. Killian pressed his hand onto the soft turf below him and forced himself to stand up. A portion of the faux grass planted by migrant workers clung to his bony palm. Taking notice of the inconvenience, Killian smeared the sod onto the backside of his cargo pants, in the crease that formed when he bent his knees.

He made the turn just as the pop of the intercom broke through the sound of the passing bus. The shriek that followed meant that Mrs. McBride had once again placed the microphone too close to the speaker. Killian cracked a half ass smile imagining the old woman franticly twisting knobs in an attempt to remedy the situation. The disturbance did not last long. Mrs. McBride’s voice broke through the static in almost a melodic whistle. “Ladies and gentlemen, good morning, boys and girls. Ah-hem! I would first like to welcome you all back to school.” She said it like the students had been on a week-long vacation. It was Thursday. “Ah-hem. I know that you all hold our N.A.P.F.I.T. selection ceremony in such high reguards….” A low murmur could be heard from inside a classroom as Killian made his way by the window. He continued walking until he reached the main entrance of the school. Killian looked up at the nearest intercom speaker, waiting for the melodic whistle to return. Again, shrieking. Killian shook his head and exhaled as he made his way down the hall toward the office.

As he walked through the large double doors of the office, Killian wondered how the parents of the children selected for N.A.P.F.I.T. handled their situation. Unable to come up with a decent scenario, Killian pushed the idea aside and stood quietly in front of the secretary’s desk. The name plate said Judy Gunn. The small framed blonde behind the desk pushed up her half rimmed glasses and addressed the slender body in front of her. Killian shifted his weight; reaching into his pocket for the envelope he had been racing his finger along all morning. “My name is Killian Michaels, Mrs. McBride will be looking for me.”

*********

Killian had never been one for road trips. This road trip was specifically unpleasant. The occasional whimper of another student being added to the van was almost more than Killian’s patience could handle. The trip seemed like hours. Someone sitting to his left wore too much perfume. It was the kind of perfume that reminded Killian of wicker baskets and dead leaves. He rested his head against the wall of the van behind him. He closed his eyes imaging the cool massage of the lonely brick wall.

The van stopped. Killian didn’t notice until he was lifted off his feet and gently tossed toward the inviting sunlight. He was wearing a one piece jumpsuit that in no way fit on his long torso. The hem of the pants rose inches above the rugged dirt covered shoes he had never remembered putting on. Killian took a glance around at the mansion before him was like nothing he had ever seen. Even the books that he often picked up on the way home could never have described the majesty that was before him. As an officer flashed a card, the metal gate opened and he walked inside. There was no one in the courtyard. The flowers and lawn was perfectly kept, but no sign of grounds keeper. Killian eyed the door and made his way inside.

[marmalademoon]

Ali followed Aiden's gaze as a long-haird boy rushed past them; figuring that he wasn't going to bother them, she didn't pay too much attention to him. She looked back to Aiden as he spoke and returned his smile.

"You should play for me sometime," she replied as they reached the second floor. She opened the door that lead to the Girl's dorms and gave a peace-out sign to Aiden before leaving him.

She took out her envelope to see what room she had and looked around for it: room 115. When she finally got there a smile crept across her face as she witnessed the room she'd be staying in. It was like she checked into a really expensive hotel. She made her way into the closet and yelped when she saw the clothing options she had. Her more positive personality came out as she matched up different clothing options and danced around in front of the mirror. She finally decided on a violet wide-collar sweater, a black frill skirt and matching heels.

With a lightened mood she decided to go explore what else might be in this mansion. She walked down to the elevator and, seeing as no one was inside when she got there, pushed all the buttons. She'll take a quick look at what was on each floor before deciding where to go exploring.

[Jason Welsh]

Aiden smiled as she flashed him a peace sign and opened the door to the second floor. He felt like an idiot smiling like that. He quickly found his room on the next floor up, changed, and went back downstairs to find something to do.

he felt like a caged animal, he wanted to be outside. He wanted to just be alone and do... something, anything. He heard the sound of a piano and started going towards it, taking note of each camera he saw on the way there.

He turned the corner and found the music room. He smiled when he saw everything in there. It was huge. There were drums, pianos, almost every kind of stringed instrument he could think of, and there was a whole rack full of guitars. His face lit up as he walked forward and grabbed an acoustic. Looking at it, it was almost exactly like his first guitar.

The piano music finally penetrated his consciousness. It sounded beautiful. He listened to the rythm and tried to determine what chords would go along with it, but he couldn't think of anything that might sound good with it, so he just waited until it was finished.

Afterwards, he strummed a few chords with his thumb and found that the guitar was horribly out of tune. It must have been weeks since anyone even touched it judging by the dust and how out of tune it was. The neglect disgusted him. He looked around and found a bowl of guitar picks and a handheld guitar tuner next to it. He fumbled to tune the instrument.

[Koori Hime]

The elevator was crowded. All the different smells seemed to permeate in the small space. While Akira was not claustrophobic by any means, cramped spaces made her irritated. Nevertheless, Akira put up with it as best she could - making a temporary safe haven in the far back corner of the elevator. While most everyone got off at the respective stops, she refused to move until she was the last one who remained in the elevator. Solitude was what she wished for and so she waited until she was alone to gain it. Grinning slightly, she felt around inside of the horrific jumpsuit that she was deemed to wear. There, tucked inside of her bra, were two cigarettes and three matches.

She'd have her smoke later. First, Akira wanted to spy her room out. Pushing the button for the girl's dorm on the second floor, she stepped out of the elevator and quickly scanned her envelope for all the information she needed for where she was staying. Fortunately she had no room mates, but not her mp3 player; nothing a little nap couldn't fix. Once she entered the rooms and found her bedroom, Akira flopped face first onto her bed and quickly passed out - not bothering to remove her shoes.

A nap first. Then she'd go and explore the rest of this place and see where all she could get away with getting into shit.

******

Sleep.

It was a dreamless sleep.

The young girl didn't think she liked this very much. She longed for dreams. Longed for something to jog her thoughts to something familiar - to something that would make her remember something about the past. Why couldn't she remember? Had the experience been that bad?

The girl suddenly loathed herself and wanted to just close herself off from the rest of the world. Was this what it meant to have amnesia? How did those people do it in movies? Wake up one day and not know a damn thing in the world except conventional things like what certain objects were and where to get groceries? Why was it always they could never remember the most important things when memory was taken from you? Like what your first bike ride was like and how painful the tumble was, or losing a first tooth, or kissing a boy for the first time? She didn't even remember what her parents looked like.

She felt tears springing at the corner of her eyes as she fought against sleep. No. How could she sleep when her friend was there beside her? Even if she wanted to escape the reality of everything, she couldn't just abandon the person who was waiting there patiently for her to wake up. No. She needed to get her memories back somehow. But how did it work, exactly?

As all of these thoughts plagued her mind, "Akira" was slowly starting to regain consciousness. She couldn't sleep with all this noise in her mind anyway. She needed to get up. To ask "him" what all had happened and what kind of person she was. What all had she accomplished in life and what was their relationship like? How did they first meet and were there other things worthwhile to discover?

Something was touching her face. It was so gentle and she didn't know why, but the comfort of it did not frighten her as it would have in her current state. Surely if something was touching her on the face, then she might have been messed with by the doctors. What were they doing to her now? But now something was grasping her hand. The hand was large and tough and it ran comforting circles on the back of her hand. Akira felt her brows furrowing slightly and she could smell a sweet scent reaching her nostrils. And then a voice - soft and broken by her ear. The sadness in the sound made her chest tighten and she didn't know why.

"...Akira. Please wake up..."

******

Gasping in her sleep, Akira rolled over and stared wide-eyed at the ceiling. A girl in the room looked up, startled, and Akira glowered at her. "What?" she snapped, sitting up and stretching her arms high above her head. Well that was a fucked up nightmare. It was a memory, a nightmare from a few years ago. She hated it. Hated all of it. But Akira knew that dwelling on such things weren't going to do much in helping her get through the next year of imprisonment.

Exiting the room, she quickly entered the hall and bee-lined for the elevator. It wasn't worth all of this. Sliding her card up to the elevator, she pushed a button that quickly led her up to the fourth floor. From what she had been told, or at least seen from the map in the main lobby, there was an observation deck upstairs. At least this way she could gaze off onto the outside world without feeling smothered indoors all the time. Not greeting anyone who was up on the fourth floor with her, she was pleased to know that others weren't really paying attention to her either. Looking at the map by the elevator, Akira quickly located the observation deck and darted off in the direction it pointed to.

Her body burst through the door and she was blessed with fresh air and what little sunlight remained outside. Finally, she could leave all the noise and "chaos" behind her for the time being. This was the first step into hell. Akira almost felt like Dante being led by Virgilius through the various levels of hell. Pulling out a cigarette and match, she scratched the head of the match across the wall and took comfort in the scrt-pff that came from the red head being ignited. Lighting her cigarette, she took a long drag and savored every single bit of nicotine she could get as the smoke exited her nostrils.

Akira had a feeling that if she didn't make these two remaining smokes of hers last, life in P.F.I.T. would be an utter living nightmare. Cigarette dangling precariously from her lips, her blue eyes narrowed at the row of clouds gathering off in the distance. "Fuck my life..."

[Eru Ilúvatar]

Sprawled on the bed, Gillian stared out the window of her bedroom listlessly. The mountains beckoned from beyond the fences, more appealing for being so unattainable. She waited for her body to stop rebelling, for the world to stop tilting violently at the slightest thought of the N.A.P.F.I.T.’s intentions. Her room was unnecessarily luxurious, though she approved of the multi-headed shower. She thought after curling up under a hot spray for a few hours, but wanted to find some books first. Tugging on a more appropriate pair of jeans and a dark green top, she padded barefoot out of her room.

The elevator was blessedly empty, so she went up to the fourth floor in search of a library – which, given the sheer square feet of the place, they should have one. She was mildly disappointed when she discovered a more lounge-like nook with floor-to-ceiling bookcases and a round sofa that pretty much demanded conversation. Offering the leather piece a dark look, Gillian began her exploration. A lot of the books seemed to appeal to the group in that it was primarily junks that adhered to the current fads, so it took her several minutes of disgruntled searching to find the non-fiction section.

She dragged fingertips over the selection as she dismissed each in turn, pulling a couple halfway out for a second look later on. The selection was quite limited, and designed to be age-appropriate and tending towards the mushy happy-ever-after stuff. Even the non-fiction selection seemed to center around real love stories (though some disputed the common misconceptions) and other fluffy things. There was some pile-up of dust that stirred at her touch, dirtying her hands and making her eyes feel rather gritty. Seeing a definite read, Gillian plucked it free and tossed it onto the couch.

The top shelf was just out of reach, but she was sure she saw one concerning a prior American president. She glanced back at the couch, which was one giant piece, and the table in the middle looked to be quite heavy. Tapping her foot while contemplating, Gillian eventually resorted to plucking books free of their placements. She put them in perfect stacks out of harm’s way, making sure to keep them in the proper order. Stepping onto the second lowest shelf, she got a good grip and began rifling through the topmost row of books.

[Kaonashi]

Cateline looked to where he had, to the elevator, which filled with people who had already socialized enough and there was few people in the room now. Guessing that they would have to take the stairs, since they only probably talked to each other the whole time since they arrived at the building. She had her room key after all, and would socialize with other people sooner or later one way or another. And he would too.

"This facility... Cateline, do you know what this facility is? Do you know how much suffering and joy it has brought? Do you know its system, its way of doing things? Do you think you will definitely fall in love with someone in here?" he said, in a sudden changed voice. She was a bit stunned at the questions, which she herself hadn't thought about yet. Also with falling in love, since most were older than her and didn't have chemistry.

Taking his hand and standing up as well, she looked at his right hand. She wanted to ask about the motions, but decided not too. She never knew what the facility was, how it worked or anything. Not the love or the stolen lives that came from coming to this place, the system of making them fall into the feeling, how they did it, none. Not even how she would fall in love. Gathering up some voice and trying to sound a bit more grounded, she replied to him,"My dad said love would hurt for a while, and would come with the help of others, so I guess this it it! My mom was four years younger than him, but they still got married. Even though most are older, I think people will have their happy ending!" She thought about how he was nice, but he probably wanted an older person, but she would try anyway. "So after this, do you want to meet again?"

[ladybella]

Kyra waved to Damien as she reached her floor and made her way to her room. It was like she was on vacation...except the fact that she had to fall in love...or become some unknown thingy. She sighed as she let herself into her room and stopped short, completly shocked at her room. When she invisioned what would happen, she imagined crapy rooms and a door with a little flap thing to push in old bread and water. Totally not the scene in front of her. The room was nicer than most hotels she had been in. She turned and caught a glimps of her new closet...filled with clothing. Clothes that were amazing. The girl in her squealed and hurried to the closet, dying to get out of the ugly orange prison outfit. When she had chosen her clothing she hurried to the restroom and hurried through a shower, in a bathroom that also blew her mind. She found all the neccesities in the bathroom and when she dressed in her jeans, that fit like a glove, and a cute blue tank top, she blow dried her hair and sprayed a little of the best smelling perfume on herself. Aside from being forced into this she found herself delighted at the new things. After taking care of herself she slipped on a pair of heels, and headed down the stairs. In the elevator she studied the little map and found an observation deck and that was where she headed. Once there she smiled into the waning sunlight. She only took a few steps onto the deck then saw another girl on the deck. She wanted to find another place to go but she decided against it and looked past the other girl to the scenery. She really wanted her camera, so she could take pictures of this place. She sighed then went to the edge of the deck and leaned on the railing, looking out at the trees.

Damien found himself in the nicest room he had ever been in. He also found clothes, and a bathroom. He shrugged off the orange jumpsuit and changed quickly, jeans and the first shirt he could grab then stood at his window looking out. His body reminded him he needed a smoke. Though he didn't have his with him. Perhaps some of the others had some, but he didn't feel comfortable enough to ask. He wondered for a moment if he could get some here. He'd have to look into that. After the initial craving went away his stomach reminded him he needed nourishment so with a sigh he headed out of his room and to the stairs. He had a problem with small spaces. Finding a map to this huge place was easy and he directed himself to the kitchen and began to raid the fridge. He wished there was beer in it, but he didn't find any. Settling for making himself a sandwhich he got to work, finding all the fixings, lettuce, tomato and ham. When he had made his masterpiece he cleaned up then leaned on the counter, eating slowly and savoring every bite.
He hated this little freak show. What if he wasn't emotionally stable enough for a relationship hm? No one ever thought about anyone but themselves and their own satisfaction. Mid chew he paused, wondering if this place had a computer so he could e-mail his former nanny, the only person still alive that cared about his well being. How would life after this little adventure be? Could he truly love someone that had been sent here, or would always have contempt towards them because of the memories of this place? He sighed and stared down at his borrowed shoes.