Axis

[isabella]

Introduction:
“Greed. An impulse to obtain excessive wealth, power, and luxury. An impulse that once acknowledged, will claw and seethe in the back of your mind like a lusting beast until it is sated. But the beast is never sated. Greed. The monster that lives in every single one of us, and drives us to steal, kill and destroy . Until we ourselves have become the monsters.” – Michael Clementine

Plot:
Axis, an independent criminal organization run by Michael Clementine, recruits groups of “burned” criminals and ex military operatives to do work as mercenaries, offering them a chance to restore what has been taken from them when they were burned. Upon starting the characters will be escorted to an “undisclosed” location to receive their first mission as a team. This is also where they will formally meet Michael, previously they had only come in contact with “representatives” of Axis when approached about joining. But soon the new members will find that things a bit too good to be true.

Setting:
Present day, the starting point is somewhere in Chicago. Michael stresses the point of unity, so members of the “team” called Echo will be staying in a house together in upstate NY. The house is an old Victorian house built in the 1890’s sitting on 6 acres of forested land, a show to the members of Echo of Michael’s wealth, which he promises will be theirs. Also, as a sign of good faith, Michael has transferred extensive funds into each of their new bank accounts.



Extra:
Be sure to make your battle posts realistic, for example not all missions or interactions will go smoothly, sometimes your character will be defeated, or injured. Try not to cross over into other people’s specialties too much, since everything is done in a group or as a team, everyone will be playing their part. Obviously do not god mode, but when posting its ok to improv. conversation to avoid short posts.
***When making your character there is a list of positions (I.E Techie, Thief, Demolition etc) for you to choose from, this is to make sure everything is even, so there aren’t too many of one specialty. They can be found in the Bio section.***

[Rose]

Her name was Callista Harnage, but it had been years since she’d heard the name. That was, until a few months ago after the government burned her and a man called Clementine picked up the pieces of her broken life. Cally didn’t know what went wrong, what she did to make the people she had so diligently worked for want to toss her like a grenade. She made no mistakes. She made no enemies, or none that she knew of.

But Cally had been fired without explanation. The thing about being fired from the government was that it was unlike leaving any other job. You didn’t just pack up the pictures from your cubical and start looking through the newspaper for the next application you can fill out. No, when the government lets you go it’s like they keep a piece of you. The old you, they keep it somewhere where you’ll never find it again. Your name, your history, your money, your life as you know it, it all just disappears. When you’re blacklisted, you’re left with nothing.

Cally found herself lying on the floor of her tiny apartment, her eyes following the slowly oscillating blades of her ceiling fan. It reminded her of the little fans she’d sometimes put in one of her larger bombs. Like a nuke falling from the sky, when the little propeller stopping spinning, everything went boom. That was life when you were blacklisted. You couldn’t stop thinking about your old job, everything you used to do. When you work for the government, it’s hard to just stop. It’s all you know how to do. You don’t know how to live a normal life, but you’ll have to find a way.

Unless a man called Clementine picked up the pieces of your broken life. Somehow, this Clementine knew her name. He knew Callista Harnage, that name that had been erased, that person who didn’t exist anymore, and when he showed up at her doorstep he knew all the right words to get jumping to her feet. She’d grabbed her plastic explosives and was in a van with a bunch of strangers in minutes. Oh, if only her dear old mother knew what she was up to these days.

And now she was in the kitchen of the most beautiful mansion she’d ever seen, the stove covered with boiling chemicals and simmering liquids with a rainbow of film over them. She hummed merrily to herself and she bent over to retrieve something from the oven, the bright blue bandana wrapped loosely around her head falling over her eyes a bit but keeping her hair out of the way. Jimmy sat quietly on the countertop watching her with a skeptical look on his face. He was afraid, but not for the explosion that could happen at any moment.

Oh no no no, he was concerned about the cookies the crazy woman was pulling out of the oven so close to those explosives. Her name was Callista Harnage, but he knew her as Cally Carnage.

Sorry. That’s Captain Cally Carnage to you.

[charleymander]

Basia looked at the leather bag, sitting at her feet. It was all that was left of her old life, all that was left of Celestyn Pawlak. She smiled at the almost faded initials scribbled on the side of it. She had been so naïve when she wrote them, so hopeful. It was hard to believe that was only six years ago. So much had changed since then.
Basia leaned her head against the van window, “How much longer until we are to Mr. Clementine?” Her Polish accent was heavy.
“Shortly madam.” The man sitting next to her had been the one to answer this time.
She stifled a snort. They had been telling her that for the past two hours. She hated being left in the dark. She felt vulnerable.
Basia looked around at the windows, hoping to find a flaw in the tinting job. A tiny tear was all she needed to see the outside world. There was none. They did a great job in masking their location. There wasn’t even a slip of paper, or a fast food cup she could inspect for information.
She felt uneasy about the whole situation, but what other choice did she have? Basia knew that she would have been dead already if she had stayed in Russia any longer; if Clementine had not come for her.
She thought back to when Clementine had found her. she had been hiding in an abandoned loading dock, where she had set up her headquarters in an old shipping crate. Basia had gotten into some trouble with the Russian Military, thanks to her recently deceased boyfriend. He had used her, and framed her. She went from being one of the Russia’s greatest snipers, to living in the slums and fighting for her life.
She wasn’t quite sure how Clementine had found her. All she knew is he offered her safety, and the opportunity to do what she loved.
Basia pushed against the van door to keep her balance, as they made a right turn. The road had changed; she could hear the gravel under the van’s tires.
“Are we there?” She asked, looking at the three men sitting around her.
Just then, the divider in front of her rolled down, to reveal the driver. He smiled at her through the rear-view mirror, “Miss Pawlak, welcome to your new home.”
Basia looked out the front widow. She tried to take in as much scenery as she could while they drove down the winding driveway. There was so much to see, the gardens, the fountains, the statues, and the Mansion itself.
“Where are we exactly?” she asked, looking at what looked to be a statue of the Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland.
The driver smiled, as he pulled the van up to the front of the mansion, and put it in park, “In due time, Miss Pawlak.”
He opened his door and got out. Basia could hear the crunch of the gravel as he walked around to open her door. She couldn’t believe how big this place was. It was nothing like she had expected.
“Your rifle and ballet slippers Miss.” The man sitting next to her held her life’s work in his hands, waiting for her to take them. Her door opened, and she stepped out of the car before turning to grab them.
“Thank you.” Basia smiled at him, and bent down to grab her leather bag before closing the van door.
The driver looked toward the Victorian mansion, “Just walk right in Miss Pawlak. There should be people waiting to greet you.”
She nodded, “Please call me Basia.”
“They should be waiting for you Miss Basia.” The driver turned and walked back around the van.
Basia strolled up to the front door taking in more of the flora that surrounded the Mansion, it was nothing compared to the gardens she had seen growing up in Poland, but they were still quite beautiful. She took a deep breath and one last look around, before opening the mansion door and stepping inside.

[isabella]

Audra sat in the back of a black Ford Explorer, the new leather groaning as she crossed her legs Indian style, the windows had been heavily tinted blocking any sort of view to the passing scenery. In her hand was a fancy new Blackberry, it's reflective screen mirroring her own face. She had been in the car for close to six hours, and she ached to be free of that god forsaken car. Beside her sat one of Clementine's lackeys, a tall thin wisp of a man with thick glasses and an unshaven face. He had introduced himself as Keen Scotchlen, her "escort", and since then had barely said a word, other to ask if they needed to make a rest stop.

"We're here." He said, his words voice was flat like an automated teller.

"Thank god," Audra mumbled as she pushed her black Dior sunglasses back into her hair. She could hear the tires crackle over something like gravel or stone as they pulled on to another road. Where ever she was, she had a feeling it was far away from any city. The car came to a gradual stop and the engine died, as Keen walked around to open the door for her. Audra stepped out into the sun wishing she hadn't taken off her sunglasses, for a blind moment she stood blinking into the daylight until she could see the looming edifice that was supposedly her new dwelling.

"Well then... " She turned to say goodbye to Keen and thank him for the lively conversation, but he was already safely hidden behind the black windows of the Explorer as it started up, kicking gravel as it sped away.

The mansion was beautiful to say the least, and increasingly so as she approached it. As she stood before the door she paused, taking a moment to brush the wrinkles from her tastefully tattered designer jeans and white silk tank top, for they say first impressions are the most memorable.

Once Audra was pleased with her appearance she entered, and as she had expected the inside was handsomely decorated with exotic metals and fabrics along with priceless antiques, but she knew it was all a show. Michael was trying to impress them, and she had to admit, he was doing a nice job at it. Audra placed her bag on the couch in the parlor and started to mosey around, examining every bit of decor, racking up estimates in the black market in her head, after all, if things went south, she would need a back up plan.

She had just finished looking over a scroll from the Ming Dynasty when the fragments of excited chatter reached her ears, it seemed her roommates had arrived after all. Following the voices through the labyrinth of hall ways she finally found herself outside of a large kitchen in the under level of the house. A woman was talking, her voice moving in a staccato of excitement. Audra felt easy enough with the environment and entered.

The kitchen was large, and modern, with mostly stainless steel appliances and kitchenware, and in the center was a bar were the three people stood chatting.
"Hellooo," Audra said with her most charming smile, "you three must be my 'teammates', I'm Fox."

[Rose]

Cally heard the front door open from the kitchen, and like a dog hearing a stranger in its home, her head shot up and she trotted toward the sound, forgetting everything she was doing. Most people would have peered out the door quietly to inspect the disturbance, or waited idly and feign indifference, much as Jimmy did, his eyes on the boiling liquids on the stove like he expected them to explode at any moment. But Cally was not most people.

She threw open the door with a cheery “Hello!!!” and scurried down the short hallway to the entrance of the lavish mansion. An elegant-looking woman was staring at her with pretty brown eyes, her red hair a fiery brilliance in the sunlight streaming in through the window. Cally barely noticed the rifle and slippers that rested so lovingly in the woman’s grasp.

Cally slapped her hands to her cheeks and hopped back and forth, eyes wide and words breathless. “My god! You’re gorgeous!”

She was on the poor woman in an instant, touching her silky hair, commenting on her fair complexion, just rattling on and on with complements that she truly meant. No one would ever peg Cally for a woman who liked when things exploded and gratuitous amounts of shrapnel was involved.

“Come’ere, I’ve made cookies!” And Cally was dragging the tall woman down the hallway and back into the kitchen.

Jimmy’s eyes flicked up at the sound of the door opening. Cally beamed as she presented her find to him, gesturing down the woman’s body.

“Look what I found, Jimmy! Isn’t she just spectacular? Oh, and she’s a dancer. And look at her hair, and –“

Just because Jimmy was quiet, didn’t mean that he was listening. He’d tuned Cally out by the second sentence or so, though she didn’t stop talking for some time after he slipped from the counter and sauntered over. He was very tall and towered over the small woman, and in all honesty he could silence her with a good chop to the throat, but Jimmy was much too gentle of a man to even consider it. And besides, it seemed that somewhere in that demented head of hers, Cally had decided that Jimmy was her best friend. He didn’t have the heart to let her know he wasn’t always so fond of hearing her.

He stopped a few feet from the two women and bowed to them more gracefully than one would expect from a man of his height. He took the red-haired woman’s hand and shook it gently, minding not to disturb the ballet slippers it held. Cally pointed between the two of them.

“ I’m Captain Cally Carnage! Andddd he’s Jimmy. He’s big and he doesn’t talk, but don’t worry-” She leaned in to whisper to the probably confused and startled woman. “I’m pretty sure he’s completely and totally utterly harmless. Oh! Coookie?!”

Without warning, Cally leaped up and scurried over to the pan that held the batch of cookies she’d just pulled from the oven. She grabbed one and ran back to the woman, holding it out for her. Behind Cally, Jimmy’s eyes went wide and he shook his head quickly. Cally’s cooking would become famous one day, he was sure. Not for its taste, but for all the deaths it had the potential to cause.

[Eva]

This was awkward.


Yaroslav Tsiolkovsky was forced to share his ride with a strange woman. He didn't know if this was what the OTHERS were doing, but if it wasn't, he was going to be pissed. He could have easily driven himself to the location, but apparently the higher-ups didn't want that. An assigned driver? Bullshit. He felt like a kid in this backseat. And that lady, the way she sat with her legs crossed all prim and proper. Something about her was just slightly off. "How much farther to the, uh, living quarters?" Yaroslav asked the driver. "We're almost there." the man replied in his deep voice. The lady smiled at this.

She was much less uncomfortable. Her name, as far as she was concerned, was Lauren Brie Masterson. She had specifically requested to travel with Tsiolkovsky, but of course hadn't told Clementine why. That would've been silly. "This ride is taking a long time." she said in Russian. Yaroslav looked at her, slightly surprised. She hadn't spoken the entire time they'd been in there. "I noticed." he replied, also in Russian. The lady smiled again. "I'm Lauren Brie Masterson." she said, this time in English. "I am Yaroslav Tsiolkovsky." Yaroslav said back. "We're here." the driver said abruptly. He stopped the car, and unlocked the doors.

Lauren Brie climbed out of the car first and looked at the mansion. "I loe the comfortable life." she sighed. She turned around and saw that Yaroslav had taken his bags, and hers as well. She gave him a small curtsy. "Such a gentleman." she said.

The two went inside, and Lauren Brie immediately smelled cookies in the air. "One more thing to loe." she shouted. It was practically a scream. She followed the small, and another loud noise, to what she soon discovered was the kitchen. Inside were four people, three women and a man. "Bon après-midi. Mon nom est Lauren Brie." she said. She went to the first woman, a redhead it seemed, and gave her two kisses, one on each cheek. She went from her to the next woman. "Bon après-midi. Mon nom est Lauren Brie." She gave the woman two kisses as well, and repeated this twice, for the next woman and finally the man, whom she had to stand on her tippy-toes to reach.

When she was done, Lauren Brie gestured to Yaroslav, who had followed her into the kitchen. "Son nom est Yaroslav Tsiolkovsky." she said. Yaroslav nodded and waved. "I'm sorry, I..." Lauren Brie paused. "I...no say, much English? No say much." she said apologetically. Yaroslav's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything. This girl was playing some kind of game, and he wasn't interested in playing with her. "She doesn't know much. I taught her a few words on the way over." he said to the others. Lauren Brie smiled at him. "Yaroslav...nice man. Tell me how to say small English." she said proudly.

OOC: I KNOW I shouldn't haved posted with LB before you approved her, but YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO'S ALLOWED TO BE IMPATIENT BITTERCUP

[charleymander]

“Hello!!!” Basia heard a feminine voice shout as she closed the front door behind her.
Basia looked toward the direction of the voice, “Hel…” But before Basia could finish her reply the tiny woman was on her; stroking her hair, her skin, and her clothes. Basia felt like a baby monkey being cleaned by its elder, and she could do nothing about it. The woman was just too excited, speaking so fast Basia was sure it could no longer be considered part of the English language.
The woman was so animated, that for a moment Basia wondered if she had jumped out of one of the cartoons she use watched as a child. It was like watching a circus act; you couldn’t look away, except this woman was far more entertaining. Basia had never met anyone like her.
The woman prattled on as she dragged Basia into the kitchen, pointing to the man sitting at the bar. “Look what I found, Jimmy! Isn’t she just spectacular? Oh, and she’s a dancer. And look at her hair, and-“
Basia smiled at Jimmy, as the woman began grooming her again. In all of Basia’s life, she didn’t think she had ever been in a more amusing situation. She indeed felt like she had joined a circus. Basia looked down at her ballet slippers wondering if she was the dancing act. She smiled at the thought.
“I’m Captain Cally Carnage! Andddd he’s Jimmy. …” Basia lost the rest of what Cally was saying. She was going to really have to brush up on her English if she was going to keep up with this one.
Basia wasn’t quite sure when a cookie got shoved in her face, but by the look Jimmy was giving her it wasn’t safe to eat. She looked at Cally pleading her to take the cookie. She sighed; she was going to have to eat the death cookie wasn’t she?
"Hellooo, you three must be my 'teammates', I'm Fox." Basia turned toward the smiling woman who stood in the Kitchen’s threshold.
“Hello, I’m Basia.” This woman was a distraction that Basia was quite thankful for, seeing as Cally had dropped the cookie. And by the sound of the front door opening, Basia wouldn’t have to worry about the cookie for a while.

[Tusk]

Ghost spent his ride emersing himself in the one thing that was comfortable after he was contacted by Axis. His fingers hit the keyboard of his laptop rapidly as his eyes were glued to the screen. Suddenly there was an explosion on the screen with a "You Lose" appearing afterward.
" Gah, three hours trying to save the galaxy and I get taken out by a grunt. " Ghost said as the driver was silent.
This was awkward. He returned to his monitor and tried to get access to the internet, and so far there was nothing. The wi-fi was out of reach and there was no government towers anywhere to access. Ghost, the high tech whiz kid had finally found hell. It was called an electronic dead zone. He let out a sigh as the car pulled up to a rather interesting looking mansion. Ghost gazed apon the building with a slight interest. So this was where the people who found him were. Finally, he could get some answers as to how they found him and what they wanted from him. Ghost got out of the car and his eyes were widened by the Driver unloading his equipment.
" Whoa take it easy man! These suit cases are filled with sensitive equipment! " He said as he rushed over and took control of the unloading. Soon he was set and he walked to the door. After a while, he smelled the cooking of something....toxic.... yet he followed it and soon saw plenty of people. When he noticed many of them were beautiful women, his heart went wild. This was not what he was expecting. He was thinking he would run into the cyber center of the world, instead, he found himself in the most awkward position for any stay at home nerd. He tried to form words and after a while, he spoke with a very shaky voice.
" Uh, where do I put my stuff?"

[NicoJoe]

Harrison Hartley sat quietly in the backseat of a black Lincoln Continental, sipping from a crystal champagne glass. Though the dark tint of the windows blocked most of the sun from inside the car, he still wore a pair of black sunglasses. His hair was slicked back, as usual, and he was dressed in his summer wear; a white dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons unhooked showing part of his chest, over a matching pair of slacks and loafers. He felt like he was dressed perfectly for the occasion. Harrison was slightly put off by the fact that the driver hadn’t said a word to him. It wasn’t as if the ex-spy hadn’t made an effort to speak to the man, he had given plenty of conversation starters, but the man made no reply or even acknowledgment that Harrison was speaking. Even though he craved interaction, Silk gave up and leaned back in his chair.

It didn’t matter much anyway. The drive had to be almost over because they had been traveling for who knows how long. As if on cue, the driver spoke his first words since they got in the car. “We’ve arrived.”

“Good!” Harrison replied, opening the newly unlocked door and stepping onto the driveway of an expansive mansion. The home was quite a marvel, large and beautiful. It was just the right place for Harrison and he would feel right at home there. Retrieving his bags, he turned back to the house and entered it. He heard a ruckus coming from the kitchen so he walked in that direction. He placed his bags down next to a table and stepped inside. Everyone was already talking and introducing themselves, so he stood quietly in the doorway waiting for a quiet time. However, he feared that would never happen because of one very talkative girl. She seemed a little touched in the head and was bouncing off the walls. She entertained him and he found his eyes trained on her as she moved around.

[Rose]

Cally looked around the huge kitchen with wide eyes that glinted like they were lit by firelight, and an excited smile split her face. She looked like she might explode at any minute.

“More guests! Hello everyone, I’m Cally, and this is Jimmy!” She gestured at the tall man, whose hand lingered on his cheek where the other woman had kissed him. He wasn’t used to having much attention, especially the kind that required touching.

“Cookies are on the stove, but oh, don’t touch anything else.” She didn’t specify why, but the scent of toxic fumes and that slightly giddy, insane look that passed over her face was enough for an educated guess.

Cally looked over each new person. For more than a month it had been just her and Jimmy in the house. A few people passed through, but they had a tendency to disappear before Cally had a chance to get to know them. Perhaps Mr. Clementine didn’t like their company. Not that he ever showed his face… But never had so many people showed up at the mansion at once, so maybe this time they were here to stay. She hoped so. The thought of a team full of these odd people was all too exciting for her. Though, in her tight black jeans and eccentrically bright green t-shirt, she felt a bit under-dressed in their company. Not that the thought lingered long in her racing mind.

She took in a deep breath and drew herself up. There were a batch of these new people, at least five or six that she could tell, and none of them knew what to do. Since Jimmy wasn’t one for words and therefore more than a little imposing, it would be her job to help everyone settle in. So Cally did what she thought any good leader would do, and climbed up on the countertops and waved her hands for everyone to listen.

“Hey!” She beamed at everyone, rather excited to get all the eyes on her for a moment. “Hey hey hey! Ok, you-” She pointed at Ghost with his bags of precious technology. Eyes turned to him, probably confused and waiting for some direction on what to do in this house.

“You can put your stuff upstairs. There are lots of rooms. Just go pick an empty one, that’s what the butler told me when I got here. Mine is the first room on the left of the hall and Jimmy’s is the last. So don’t take those ones.” Cally pointed at Jimmy. “He’ll help you with your bags if you ask. He can’t say no!”

Cally jumped down from the table onto Jimmy’s back. The man grunted but didn’t so much as flinch at the sudden weight. He did, however, sigh and roll his eyes, casting a “help me” look at everyone. He hoped they didn’t think he was as crazy as this woman was. Cally pat his head as she slid off of him.

“I’ll make everyone lunch, k? Meet me down in the dining room in an hour! For now, try my cookies? I’m working on the recipe.” She flitted over to the stove and started stirring her chemicals merrily.

Having lunch with Cally was not necessary at all and Jimmy wished he could warn everyone this. If they just waited a butler would bring them a rather lavish lunch. But he just shook his head with another long sigh and looked to the women in case they needed any help with their bags.

[Tusk]

Ghost was wide eyed as Callie was jumping around. He lived off energy drinks and could not sleep for a week one time and still did not have the amount of energy she had. The big man, Jimmy was it, had to be around her? How did one stay sane? Ghost nervously stepped backward until she pointed at him. He was then told where to set up. Finally, he felt a chance at freedom. Too many people, too many beautiful ladies, not enough confedence to stand in the room any longer. He hurriedly got up the stairs and into a room that was in the far back corner of a hallway. With a sigh of relief, he habitually locked the door and began to unpack.
His eyes scanned the room with an unsatisfied look. The bed was in the middle of the room facing a wall with a desk in a corner.
"What is this? If I wanted to be in a stepford like house then i would of shot myself. Time to get this place looking right," Ghost said as he threw the matress off the bed and pushed it into a corner.
He took the box spring put it against the window which killed the sun light. Ghost then took apart the bead frame and put it away. He took the desk and dragged it to the middle of the room. It was too small. He hurriedly ran out of the room and grabbed the desk in the next room, first checking if it was not occupied. He then dragged it into his room and locked the door. He put the desks at an angle and then began placing his computer and moniters on the desk. He then made sure everything was plugged in and turned on the computer. He began running scans of the system and when he found everything was clean, began looking for an internet connection. Ghost was soon back online.

[charleymander]

Basia left the kitchen as soon as Cally gave the okay to room search. She wanted to make sure she was able to find a spacious enough room for her to dance in before the others joined in. She didn’t want to resort to rudeness on the first day by kicking someone out of theirs just because they got to the bigger room first. These were going to be her teammates after all, no need to make enemies of them.

Basia looked in each of the rooms she passed trying to get a feel for them, but none were inspiring enough for her. They were too small, too dark, or too bright. Nothing felt right. She sighed finally coming to the last open room. It wasn’t as big as she had hoped for, but it was better than any of the others she had seen.

She threw her bag on the antique styled bed spread, placing her rifle and ballet slippers next to it. She knew she should be thankful just to be out of that crate she had called home, but she was a tad disappointed that she didn’t have much room to dance. She flopped down onto the bed, guess she would just have to dance outside, or in one of the main rooms. She would explore the mansion later.

A knock at the door, made Basia sit up “Come in.” She ran her hand over her clothes making sure they weren’t in disarray. A stern looking butler walked in carrying a tray of food.

Basia smiled, “Thank you.” The butler bowed in reply, and turned to walk out of the door.

She wondered if he could point her toward a room she might be able to practice in. “Excuse me, sir? “ Basia tried to get his attention, but he didn’t turn back. He closed the door without acknowledging her.

[isabella]

Audra had barely gotten her hello out when the room was stormed by other people, whom she assumed to be the rest of her team. She was beginning to wonder just how many of them there were. The kitchen was filling up quickly, pushing fox closer to the simmering pots. She wafted the fumes, her nose stinging with the thick chemicals. Her best guess: explosives, most likely the makings of some home C4. She had never made it herself, but had been involved in the process before.
Suddenly, the energetic girl, Cally, was up on the counter tops, giving them all instructions, and soon everyone who filed in, was filing out to find their prospective rooms. Audra took advantage of this, her eyes surveying each new face. A nervous looking man stood out, and judging by the pale skin, wide eyes, and death grip on his lap top, he was a social headcase. Perfect.
Audra loved the nerd types, the majority of them were unused to females, let alone attractive ones, so with the right approach they were easy to manipulate. She noticed that the last few people were leaving and swiftly she wiggled between them and exited the kitchen. The crowd thinned as they approached the stairs and dispersed through large hall of rooms. She peeked into each room with its door still open until she came across a large room decorated in hues of violet and turquoise. Instantly, she knew this would be hers.
Her medium sized suitcase plopped on the bed as she did the same. She couldn’t help but feel a stab of grief for her lost things. Clementine had given her a suitcase full of clothes and toiletries for her arrival, all of them high end brands to match her pervious life style of course, but it would only go so far. She would have to take a “shopping” trip later.
Audra sighed and unlatched the suitcase, a beautiful crème colored Dolce and Gabana sundress gleaming at her with its sheer fabric. She smiled, feeling that some new clothes wasn’t a total loss. After all, Clementine had promised to help restore her life. This was step one. Slowly she took out each garment like a child opening gifts on Christmas, and to her surprise there were plenty of clothes folded with in the case. Just has she had finished placing the last precious garment in its place in her dresser she heard a loud string of banging from the room next to hers. Audra paused, waiting to see if the banging would continue, and for a moment she was left with only silence, until a loud thud sounded from the other side of the wall.
“Oh great, I’ve got Bam Bam as a neighbor…” She sighed, as she left the room and slammed her fist on the next door. At first no one answered, so she rapped harder on the wooden door.
“Hey!” She shouted. From inside she could hear someone stir, and the clicking of an overused keyboard, which abruptly stopped at the sound of her voice.
“Yes?” Came a voice, she recognized it to be the timid techie from earlier, his voice sounding as uncomfortable as before when he knocked over his equipment.
“Can you open the door? I came here to talk to you, not it.” Audra lowered her voice a bit, trying to sound nonthreatening, after all she didn’t want to be the big bad bitch next door.

((Sorry guys, been a bit busy.))

[Eva]

Lauren Brie and Yaroslav hauled their bags up the stairs, the last two to leave the kitchen. Neither of them were particularly picky, so having the only remaining rooms did not pose a problem. They saw the others entering their rooms, and knew that the last ones remaining were at the end of the hallway.

Lauren Brie opened the door to her room, and was pleased to see that it was small. Perfect, really. The furniture was tasteful, not overly gaudy or gross. She threw her stuff on the bed and admired the view out of her window. This whole house was nice, truly, and...well, it just seemed TOO nice. Every time Lauren Brie had entered a very nice house, it had been to dismantle the owner. She had no reason to do this to Clementine, of course.

Not yet.

[Tusk]

Ghost heard a soft " Hey " as he was typing, frantically trying to access a single server that had more encryptions than the C.I.A. database. It was Unreal at the level of security that they placed on the computer access. If he was not careful, his computer would be fried. He stopped typing. If he tried to hold a conversation and continue trying to gain access, he would have to completely remake his computer.
" Yes? " He said as he put his hands on the table and his suitcase filled with his saudering tools fell down off the bed. He needed to be more careful with things.
" Can you open the door? I came to talk to you, not it. " She said softly again.
He did not remember hearing the voice, but it sounded like another beautiful woman. Just as long as it was not Callie, he could only assume whoever it was would probibly be complaining about the noise he was making as he was getting everything set up. He got up and slowly opened the door. Of course he could not hide the suprise of seeing yet again another beautiful woman. Had he been at his own house, he would of thought he died and went to nerd heaven, however the situation of all these people gathered in the same building required him to try and not make a fool of himself with a lame attempt to hit on her.
" I do appologize if I was making too much noise, but the set up here was far too uncomfortable for me. I am done moving now. Uhhh if you want, you can come in. I am nearly done trying to access the server here, " Ghost said as he wanted to kick himself in the face for opening his mouth and telling her what he was doing.
It is all fun and games until you randomly tell a new person that your trying to hack a server of someone who could find a ghost and probibly have him killed if need be. It wasn't like he was staying in a mansion owned by the people who found him and probibly had butlers able to kill him, let alone many beautiful women, some of which could be assassins for the people. He only figured if he was going to die, he would take the death by beautiful woman. It just sounded better than death by creepy butler.
" In case I should not have told you that, my only reason was to find out just who hired us and who everyone is. " He said awkwardly as he left the door open but slowly walked to his computer with his head lowered. He was a genius, but when it came to common sense, he was worse off than most. He sat back down and continued to type with his glasses slightly reflecting the screen.