CLOSED SIGNUPS Surprise Island: Zodiacs

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"Welcome and thank you all for watching this new season of Surprise Island! We are delighted to tell that after five years we are back with a terrific new set of participants. You will see there have been some rule changes and it will all be explained during this seasons. This is Day One of the Zodiacs!

We have found 12 beautiful participants, but before we introduce them, let me tell you a bit more about the island! Of course we won't tell you what island they are on, since that is secret! Currently the weather is nice and stable. There is a soft seabreeze and there are a few white clouds against the blue blue sky. A very lovely day. The water temperature is around 27 decrees Celsius or 80 degrees Fahrenheit as they say in the United States. The overal temperature on the island is 23 degrees Celsius and 73 degrees Fahrenheid. However it is still early on the day. It is around 10 o'clock in the morning, so it will go up as the afternoon comes.

So now that you have had a quick show of the island and the mansion. Let's see where our participants are at! They have all arrived between yesterday evening and this morning, so they might be a bit groggy from the sedactives. But hey, we got to keep the location secret somehow, right? So enjoy Suprise Island: Zodiacs!

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Sophia Vink
Grey blue eyes fluttered open when her legs seemed to be on fire. Stupid sun! Wait. She wasn't suppose to be sleeping out in the sun! She had that fucking criminal law exam in two days. She had to be studying. Sophia suddenly sat up straight, before looking rather confused around. This as not her bedroom, or her living room, or any other place she knew or was suppose to be. Was she still dreaming? No, this was all way too real to be a dream. And yet very surreal at the same time. How did she end up here? That was impossible. Sophia looked a bit more around as she pushed herself up on her feet. That criminal law exam was suddenly the least of her problems now. Was she the only one? That seemed rather unbelievable with such a huge mansion. Then again this whole situation was rather unbelievable. "What the fuck," she mumbled to herself. Her hands quickly running over her body to get the fine sand from the beach of her dark pants.

Her eyes fell to her phone that lay a bit further and she picked it up. She quickly unlocked it, yet there were not notifications. It seemed to be completely wiped clean to be honest. No internet connection either. She started walking in the direction of the house, while her thumbs moved quickly over the screen. What the fuck, was going on? Though she seemed rather calm on the outside, she was absolutely freaking out in side. Her heart going crazy. Who would do something like this? It was not like she had a lot of money. She was a student for crying out loud! At 28 years, yes she was still a sad sad student. She looked over her contact list. Eleven unknown names were in it. Not that she needed a number for the person she was about to call. Her parents home she knew that by heart since she had been ten. However what was she suppose to tell them? It didn't matter really, since an automatic voice told her she had no service for this call. She looked over the list of names, not one that she recalled. How did these numbers get into her phone? Should she call one of them? She scoffed at her own idea. She hated calling people she knew, let alone a complete stranger.

She glanced up again and pushed the phone in her back pockets. She shrugged of the blue wool vest she was wearing. She didn't really need that here in this heat. She held her hand a bit up towards the burning sun. Ugh she hated it already here. She quickly stepped into the shade of the house as she pushed the large glass doors open that lead her into the cold living room. So cold she started putting on that vest again. Oh how she hated air conditioner as well. The outside temperature was perfect, only the heat of the sun was just a problem. In the shade it was probably lovely. She stood still in room with a piano. She admired the instrument, though she couldn't play it, or any other instrument for that matter. She walked a bit further as she admired the room around her. This was all very, very luxurious and she was quite at awe. Completely forgetting all the worries for a moment and what she was searching for. The throbbing in the back of her head quickly called for her attention again as she nodded to herself. Kitching, or bathroom, at least some water would be nice.

"Oh my god," Sophia gasped softly as she turned the corner towards the kitchen. All of it top notch, and though expected with the whole luxurity of the mansion it still surprised her. Even if she was not a fan of cooking or food, this was amazing. And most importantly it had a dishwasher unlike her studio kitchen. Now where were the glasses? She started searching through the cabinets, top cabinets first. It didn't take long before she had find them. She stretched out onto her tiptoes, yet she couldn't quite reach them. "Goddamned," she muttered under her breath in harsh Dutch. She kicked her shoes off, before starting her climb upon the kitchen counter so she could finally reach those glasses.
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Tae-Hyun Cha
Tae-Hyun wasn't sure what woke them up, perhaps a weird sound or an unknown smell. They had no idea, but they were opening their eyes. And they were not at home. That they noticed as soon as they looked up at the ceiling above some indoor pool? Tea-Hyun turned their head and looked at the clear calm water. They were laying on one of those lounge bed, which wasn't too uncomfortable but still they didn't feel like staying down. Even though that headache was a real killer. Perhaps laying down a moment longer wasn't such a bad idea. Last nights party had really been amazing, they had such a hangover. Just a few moments longer and then they would find out at whose house they were and figure out how to get home from here. They curled a bit up on their side and drifted off.

It was only a couple minutes later that they woke up again. They grabbed their phone to check the time, only 10 o'clock way too early. They would have to find their way home though. They could sleep futher there after taking a long shower. They move up, long curl swaying to the back. They moved their hands through it, checking if the wig was still in place. It was perfectly as always. They smiled as they checked the rest of their clothing. They pushed the long sleeves up past the elbows as they got up. The heels made a soft sound against the tiles, echoing slightly as they got up. There was a bit of a weird print from the lounge bed on their legs, but nothing they could do about that. A soft sigh and long legs carreid themselves through the room. Tat-Hyun couldn't help but to kneel and play their fingers through the warm water for a moment. They couldn't really remember a pool from last nights party. Furthermore, where had all the other people gone?

A soft frown appeared on that young face. Perhaps the others had gone home already? But it was still weird. They looked around a bit and then shrugged. There was not really another explanation, so they just had to find the other people. "Hello, party people?" they called out with a cheerful voice. Maybe someone had tried to wake them for breakfast? Not that they really smelled food, but it could be. They were a pretty heavy sleeper either way. They hummed a soft sung to themselves as they danced a bit through the room. Maybe they could convince the others to have a bit longer party? They didn't really have to go home yet. It was their study free week anyway. They got their phone out again, unlocking the screen as they went to their music library. They put it all on shuffle and the volume all the way up. "One kiss is all it takes, falling in love with me," they sung as they finally left the pool room, "possibilities. I look like all you need!" They spun through the hallways. Not really looking where they were going, nor really paying attention. Just happily singing and dancing long with the music that came from the phone in their hand
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XiaoLuo Ning


Xiaoluo awoke to darkness and pain. His mouth felt dry and sticky. If it weren't for the wave of nausea that greeted him upon stirring, he would have gone to brush his teeth just to get rid of the taste. While he didn’t feel that was unusual after a night of going to the bar with his coworkers, the surface he felt beneath him did. It was hard and smooth. A little feeling around and he found it was a bathtub. A well sized one at that.

It was his first time out in years. Three to be exact. He was a lightweight and he knew it. Yet what did he do? Xiaoluo foolishly followed his coworkers to a bar. It’ll be fine, they said. They’d have a great time, they said. Yet he had awoken in a bathtub that was not his own.

He groaned in pain as he sat up, his head throbbing with complaints of the night before. Xiaoluo should have never allowed them to lure him out of the safety of his home. Although he had taken some time off of work, it wasn’t as if he wanted to use the time to get drunk and explore someone else’s home. ”What did she say? Try to look at the bright side of things?” Recalling his therapist’s words, Xiao put all complaints aside and clumsily got to his feet, being very careful not to slip.

Once he was on his feet, he staggered around, feeling the walls for a light switch. Within a couple seconds of searching, his hand finally felt the smooth familiar feeling of a light switch and turned the lights on. His jaw dropped at the extravagance before him. Compared to his small bathroom this one was massive, clean, and well decorated. Normally when you enter an unknown bathroom, everything feels dirty. However, Xiaoluo felt as if he was the one spot of filth in the room. He half expected someone to enter and ask him to leave.

To his surprise, no one did. Only then did he realize that his current situation was strange. Why would someone leave him to sleep in the bathroom fully clothed? Whose home was he in and how did they bring him here? He struggled to recall the night before but all he could remember was having one drink and then nothing at all. Surely his coworkers couldn’t have abandoned him, right?

”Ah, that’s it. They must have taken me to one of their homes! Damn, this guy is loaded. I wonder why he works at the restaurant..” His voice trailed off as his nose picked up on something funky. After sniffing around for the source, he soon found it was himself.

“Oh.” He looked to the shower, hesitating as he contemplated whether or not to wash himself off. ”I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I took a shower. They must have left me here for that reason.” He grimaced at his own stench and undressed, hopping into the shower and washing himself down. Once he was all nice and clean, he dried himself off with a towel and hopped out. He left his clothes in a heap on the floor and was about to walk out of the bathroom when he spotted a red robe hanging on the side. With a shrug of his shoulders, he pulled the robe over his well built frame and wandered off to find whichever coworker left him there.

No matter where he looked, all he saw was money well spent. Every piece of furniture was as luxurious as the mansion itself. Roaming about, he knocked on whatever door he came across and took a peek in. After numerous failed attempts at finding anyone, eventually he found the living room. Thinking that someone had to come by eventually, he moved to lay on one of the couches when he heard some clamor nearby. Curious, he followed the sound and was greeted by the sight of a well-lit kitchen. One look and he knew this was his dream kitchen. It was spacious and just perfectly built for cooking everything he ever dreamed of making in his free time. Xiaoluo had barely managed to blink away the tears in his eyes when he finally noticed a young girl struggling to reach something in one of the higher cabinets.

It was all too easy to imagine the girl falling to her death. The thought alone alarmed him. ”小心!” He rushed to the girl’s side and gently pulled her down with one arm, finding her remarkably light. His other reached for a glass and set it down on the counter. Not wanting to scare her, he released her immediately and stepped away to adjust his robe, making sure he was still covered. ”You should not climb on things. You could get hurt. Is your brother home?” Xiaoluo scolded her, believing she was no more than 15 years old at best. He himself wasn’t the slightest bit aware that he had accidentally crafted a story along the way, even going as far to assume that the short blonde was one of his coworker’s adopted kid sister. Rich people adopted kids all of the time, right?


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Astrid Marques


Astrid wasn’t sure what hit her first, her aching limbs or the headache. Whichever it was, it woke her from her deep slumber. Though groggy, Astrid was still startled to find herself on an unfamiliar seat instead of the warmth of her warm bed. Instantly on high alert, she observed her surroundings. It was dark but just enough light filtered through the crack in the door to make out the kind of room she was in.

Had her nerves not been stretched taut, Astrid may have very well been amazed by the size of the home theater she was in. However, she was much too worried about bigger things. ”Papi didn’t owe any money, did he?” She whispered to herself, worried she would alert her captors if she were any louder. The thought of being taken hostage by a cartel made her hairs stand on end.

Careful not to make any sound, Astrid slowly got to her feet and looked around for anything to use to protect herself. Unfortunately there was nothing in the actual room. Her gaze quickly fell towards the crack in the door. Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, Astrid made up her mind to escape. Fighting off the grogginess, she got to her feet and made her way for the door, taking a quick peek to make sure there was no one there.

After confirming that she was left unattended, Astrid rushed out and grabbed a vase from a stand as she quietly roamed through the halls, searching for a way out of the mansion. It wasn’t long until she heard the sound of music playing and the lovely singer singing along with it. She couldn’t tell whether the person singing was a male or female though. Still, she didn’t feel she could take the chance.

She held the vase with an iron grip and reached for her rosary with her other hand. ”Santa María, Madre de Dios. Ruega por nosotros pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte. Amén.” Astrid closed her eyes and whispered in prayer, hoping for Mary to spare her soul for the murder she may commit in an act of self defense. Fully prepared, she waited for the person to get closer, judging the distance by the sound of the music playing.

The moment the mystery person was right around the corner, Astrid acted. She let out an enraged cry as she pounced on her, knocking the woman down with all of her weight. The trusty vase was held above her head in her shaky right hand ready to come down at any moment while her left was on the woman’s shoulder, holding her down with all of it’s might.

”Who are you and where am I?!” Astrid demanded. Her brown eyes filled with a mixture of fear and astonishment. She was surprised to have found another woman randomly wandering around the halls. Seeing the woman’s frail form, part of her felt sorry for her but at the same time, Astrid was well aware that cartels were not solely composed of men. Women were capable of just as heinous crimes. Too frightened to trust the woman, Astrid could only hope to use her.



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Yana Volkov

"...look like all you need." Echoed through the halls, forcing the girl to awaken from her peaceful slumber. Yana's eyes snapped open, her eyes lighting up like a lit candle. She threw off the comforter and heaved herself off the bed, her feet hitting the plush carpet with a soft thud. The sudden rush of cold air caused goosebumps to form on her arms and legs, but she didn't care. Yana hardly cared, her only thought was to kill whoever woke her up from her beauty sleep. As of late, the girl hadn't been getting enough sleep due to rehearsals for a rather important recital that was set for a few weeks away. Not only did her body ache from the intense training, her throat was coarse and her head was pounding.

Within seconds, she reached the door and yanked it open. "If you don't mind, people are trying to sleep! Stupid svolach." She yelled out, her Russian accent as thick as honey, voice rough. Yana winced, coughing into her arm. She suddenly realized that her neighbors had most likely heard her and would probably come out to see what was going on, or to yell at her for waking them up. Like she had done that, the idiot running around the halls was the one at fault. She scoffed at her thoughts, rolling her eyes. When she looked around, she suddenly realized that this was definitely not the hallway of her apartment complex. It was too bright, too colorful to be it.

Standing still for a few seconds, she racked through her mind to see if she remembered what she had done last night. Had they gone out drinking? No, she wasn't that reckless, considering she disliked the taste of alcohol and she had a recital coming up soon. Drinking wasn't good for the body, especially with how intense her training and rehearsals are. So what had she done? The last thing she remembered was walking home with a couple of her friends and then... Nothing.

A sliver of fear shot through her veins, thinking that she might have been taken by the mafia or a serial killer, someone who wanted her dead. Yana quickly looked at herself, trying to see if she had any bruises or cuts, but her skin was as porcelain as it had been the night before. The entire situation was sketchy, it seemed too composed for a serial killer and the mafia would've sent her down to their dungeon or whatever they used to torture their enemies.

Running a hand through her hair, she would try to figure everything out once she got some water and ibuprofen in her system.

Heading down the hallway to the right, she began to search for the kitchen. Every hall that she walked through was more extravagant than the other, and she couldn't believe her eyes. Going from a run-down studio apartment to this in barely twenty-four hours was shocking, but she wasn't complaining. Now, she only hoped that she wouldn't run into whoever was singing. She wasn't ready to deal with such a vibrant character this early in the morning.
 
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Alfie Smith
Something was biting him, or rather, several things were biting him. All he could feel were stings of pain as their teeth sunk into his skin, possibly sucking out his blood. He wasn't sure how big the things were, but it hurt. He awoke with an audible gasp, his eyes dancing around widely as he searched for the perp. When something bit his leg again, he finally looked down and noticed that he had an entire line of ants crawling up and down his legs, torso, and arms. It took him a few seconds of staring to regain his senses, jerking his body around widely in hopes of getting the ants off. While effective, he was sure to have gotten sand in his hair and on his clothes.

After a few minutes, it seemed that only the pain lingered. He was sure there were dead ants sticking to him, but he figured he'd be able to get them off later, when he wasn't outside. Which brought up the next problem, why was he outside? This wasn't New Mexico, that place was dried up and barren while this was an... Island?

He admits that he might have gotten a little too drunk the night before, but he knew without a doubt that he was at home watching the latest episode of some show. So how had he gotten there? Was he the only one? Surely not, right?

Alfie quickly stood up, trying to wipe the sand off his clothes and out of his hair. It wasn't working, but he was starting to get antsy. The feeling of the sand was too overwhelming, and it didn't help that he had no idea where he was. He kept scrubbing at his clothes, skin, and hair, trying to get the sand off. He kept trying until his skin was red and raw, hair and clothes disheveled and even more dirty than they had been before. The male felt like crying, then pleading for whoever to take him back home.

Mouth dry, nearly ready to heave up his stomach acids, the male looked around. There, only thirty feet away, stood the biggest mansion he'd ever seen in his entire life.

Taking a few deep breaths, he was able to calm down. Others were probably on the island, landing in the same predicament as he was in. With one last breath, he headed towards the mansion. Hopefully someone knew what was going on, and was willing to help him out. Asking for help was almost as embarrassing as having a panic attack, but this was a special situation.

Within a minute, he was inside. Immediately the cool, fresh air hit him, the hot sun no longer burning his fair skin. The inside of the mansion was even more expensive-looking on the inside than it had on the outside. He felt like he tainted the beauty by even stepping inside. At home, he lived in a two-story house with four other people. They all paid the rent, bought their own food, and had their own cars. Working as a high school art teacher really didn't give him much leeway with how he spent his money. Being in such a different environment was interesting, yet mortifying.
 

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♣ Thomas Morgan ♣
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It was very quiet. Suspiciously quiet. As Thomas returned to consciousness, light prickling his shut eyelids, the quiet was the first thing he noticed. He must have fallen asleep at his desk after a long night of grading papers. No one ever showed up to office hours, but usually he could hear the irritating complaints of the first years down the hall, or the unnecessarily loud typing of the professor next door. Groaning slightly, perplexed by the pounding headache at his temples -- weren’t naps supposed to fix headaches? -- he sat up, groping around for his glasses.

All at once the grogginess evaporated as Thomas realized he had been asleep on a couch. His office didn’t have a couch. He wasn’t asleep at his desk. He squinted at the room around him, not recognizing his surroundings at all. That could just be the blurriness, though; his vision was pretty bad without his glasses. Was this some sort of team building activity? He hadn’t checked his emails in quite some time. Perhaps he’d missed the notice. And somehow slept through being moved. He was quite a heavy sleeper, though he hadn’t quite thought it was that extreme.

Shifting his weight, Thomas pulled his phone out of his pocket, holding it close to his face to be able to read the screen. No notifications. No wifi. No contacts. It was as though it was wiped clean. A chill snaked down his spine. Wasn’t this taking team building a little too far? Is that why he was always getting those emails warning him to back up all his information?

So many questions. Well, he was wasting time sitting around and pondering. It was high time to figure out some answers. Carefully, he got to his feet, making his way into the hallway and somehow managing not to trip over every end table, rug edge, or curiously placed chair. Once he was out of that room, he could hear faint voices in the distance. Hopefully that was the rest of the faculty, and he would be able to have a word with the dean about this over-the-top activity.

A petite blue figure appeared as he rounded a corner, topped with blonde. “Excuse me,” he called out stiffly, squinting at the person. “Would you mind telling me where we are? I must’ve missed the email with the itinerary.”
 
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Misha Becker
Serene silence was in the room. Rows of books standing on hardwood shelves along the walls. Some deep brown leather chairs and other very comfortable looking chars stood around in the silent room. A room that breathed knowledge and har work. A hardwooden desk in the corner and a man in his early thirties asleep, snoring softly even. The whole picture of an office or study room was complete. If that male had not been laying stretched out on the desk. However that was not what broke the serenity of the place, the loud thud that quickly was followed up by very colorful strong german words was.

"Verdammt!" Misha rubbed over his painful shoulder that had taken the hit when he had rolled off that desk. Damn, that had hurt. He moved up and looked a bit around. He frowned deeply as he tried to place his surroundings. Definitely not at home or at work. He sat up on his knees, his shoulder still absentmindedly held. His gaze going out of the large windows on one side of the room as he slowly got up. This was definitely not his beloved Germany. He stayed rather calm though as his mind went back over the last things he did remember. He had been on a date, with this lovely woman. Their sixth or seventh date already? He wasn't so sure about that, but he knew it had slowly started to become a bit more serious. He had honestly never gotten that far with dating. Anyway his dating life or rather pathetic lovelife didn't matter at this moment.

So they had eaten at that amazing Italian place. She had gotten the penne and he had gotten some lasagna. Okay, fast forward, talking about work, about their weeks. A modest kiss on the cheek, while she went to the bathroom. Desert. She had tiramisu and he had a dame blanche, nothing interesting there. Ah saying goodbye. She lived just a few block down, so he had walked her home. Making some jokes about nonsense, planning a new day to meet up for coffee and saying goodbye. An awkward kiss on her cheek, while she obviously had went for the lips, an even more awkward second try and then finally their lips had met... No big fireworks for him, though he was used to that. She however seemed to be very much into it. He was invited in for a late night cup of coffee, which he had turned down because he was concerned he would otherwise not be able to sleep and he'd have an early day the next morning. "Sie wollte bumsen." That whole conclusion hadn't come up until now and he groaned a bit at his own stupidity.

However all of that still didn't explain how he had ended up in this room on some tropical place. So after that he had hailed a cab and.... Had he ever gotten home? He couldn't really remember that. What had the cabdriver looked like? He couldn't really remember that either. He could remember getting into the car though. He had given his address and then everything went blank. So a cabdriver had abducted him and brought him here? That seemed a bit weird. That made no sense at all. He sighed as he turned around. His shoulder and his head hurting now as he looked around for some doors. He quickly found them and pushed through them to an even more luxurious home. No way, belonded to a cabdriver. If so, he was serious considering some carreer changes now.

Pushing open the door, Misha noticed he still wore yesterdays clothing and he felt a bit relieved by that. No one had secretly undressed him! Though his expensive suit was a bit disheveled now. He did fit right into the decor though. He chuckled a bit at that. Sure, he didn't have a small bank account, but he didn't have this amount of money. He stepped into the hallway and looked down the staircase on his left and the hall that seemed to lead down more room on his right. He stood there conflicted on what to do, where to go? Explorer upstairs, or go downstairs. There was a bigger chance of running into people downstairs, but upstairs he could perhaps figure out where or why he was here? Still in thoughts he walked over towards the stairs and took the first steps down, before coming to a stop and ever so slowly continuing his way down.
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♫ Noemie Acosta ♫
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The first thing she noticed was the heat of the sun on the exposed skin of her face and arms, warming her to an almost (but not quite) uncomfortable degree. The second thing she noticed was the unusual dry thickness of her tongue in her mouth, and the overall sense of unwell throughout her head and throat. Noemie cracked an eyelid open, and then shut it again as the sunlight on the water blinded her. She must have fallen asleep at the gym pool. Vaguely, she recalled pole class, and her arms, back, and thighs were appropriately sore. That matched up. But… no. Something wasn’t right. She’d left pole class. And she couldn’t remember anything after that.

Sitting up abruptly and shading her face, Noemie assessed her surroundings. She had been asleep on a white cushioned lounge chair facing a huge pool that overlooked the beach. There was a hot tub, large glass windows, beautiful architecture, pristine floors. Silence sprawled around her, mitigated by the soft rushing of waves and calling of sea birds, but they were certainly not the same sea birds she was used to seeing at home.

Noemie got to her feet and hurried over to the railing, looking out at the horizon. No boats on the sea, and just one person laying, seemingly asleep, on the sand. Puzzled, she turned to survey what she could of the building once more. It was clearly some kind of outrageous rich person’s home. Mon père?, she wondered incredulously. Could he have kidnapped her? Could he really be this rich? C’est pas vrai. But she couldn’t think of a better explanation.

Licking her dry lips with an uncomfortably heavy tongue, she decided she needed water. For a mansion of this size, shouldn’t there be servants or something? Yet, there was no one to be found. Noemie glanced back over the railing and noticed with a chill that the person on the sand had vanished. Her sense of urgency increased, and she picked a door at random, entering a labyrinthine hallway. "Are you kidding me," she muttered in lightly accented English, her preferred language to complain in, before storming purposefully forward.

She found some stairs going down and began charging down, making as much noise as she possibly could. Whoever kidnapped her would know that she wasn't some helpless damsel. Scowling, the indignity of her situation crept in, and she found her rising anger increasing her speed, to the point where when she saw a man walking painfully slowly down the stairs in front of her, she couldn't put on the brakes in time before crashing into him.

Panicking slightly at the thought of falling down the stairs and breaking something, Noemie instinctively pushed herself to the side, shoving the man into the wall, which was, in her opinion, much preferable to taking a downward tumble. "Sorry, sorry," she muttered brusquely in English, figuring it was a safer bet than French, stepping back once she was sure they were both stable on the steps. "What were you doing, going so slow, though?" she demanded, irritation written in her dark eyes and the downturned curve of her lips. "And who are you? Where is this?" Hands in fists as she looked up at the man, she poked him once in the chest, as if to punctuate her seriousness. "And don't even think about lying or playing games with me."
 
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Waking up in random places was shockingly nothing out of the ordinary with it came to Mr. Kingston "King" Jameson; California's Self-Proclaimed number one Club Promoter. His chosen career consisted of late nights out and mingling with weird and odd crowds; King wasn't shy at all and being invited to someone's house for a late night party was definitely something he wouldn't say no to. So waking up in the glorious backyard of some magnificent mansion wasn't a surprise to the young male. Rolling to his other side, moving off of the gravel pavement, eyes adjusting to the bright light. "Ahhh... where have I ended up now?" Grinning as he sat up. Taking a moment to adjust to everything around him. Removing his shades from his pocket and putting them on. Reaching for his phone in the other pocket, Kingston noticed that there were no messages, notifications or phone calls. Now that was something he wasn't expecting. Kingston was the type of man that always had someone blowing up his phone, be it a club wanting his services, some hot piece from the night before... or his friends asking for money. Trying to place a call to his best bud, Artie; only receiving a robotic voice telling him there was no service. "What the fuck? I just paid my bill the other day." Rolling his eyes behind his shades. Finally standing up; putting his phone in his pocket.

Stretching a bit from the most uncomfortable place to ever fall asleep. Cracking his back with an annoyed groan. "Damn, what did I get into last night?" Rubbing his head and wincing at the headache that had just started. "And where is everyone at?" Looking around the serene backyard, with a damn reservoir! Shaking his head, King moved towards the back door and tried the knob. Hearing it click, he pushed the door open and walked inside. Shivering from the extreme temperature change, rubbing his bare arms. "I picked the wrong day to wear this outfit." Looking down at his ripped jeans and trying to warm himself up a bit. "I guess I should look around, hopefully someone's here and not a psycho."

The mansion was massive; no matter what house he had been too prior could compare to this one. King had some well off clients and connects but not someone who could afford a place this grand and breathtaking. The California native could never imagine a place like this even in his wildest dreams. "I might have to become a Trophy Husband if the owner of this place is looking for a sexy Chocolate sugar baby." Licking his lips and grinning as he made his way into a hallway. Kingston watched enough horror movies to know going down a random hall wasn't the smartest decision but he didn't care. If some psycho killer tried him, the Club Promoter would be whooping some killer ass, with no questions asked.

While walking through the halls, he heard a commotion. It sounded like a girl yelling and then a crash of bodies hitting the floor. Pausing for a moment, King crept slowly around the corner and spotted a colorful haired girl on the top of a dark-haired girl. Girl on Girl Action, right in front of him? Raising an eyebrow and grinning as he came closer. "Do you girls need a Referee?" Laughing as he got closer and folded his arms over his muscular chest. He hadn't noticed the vase till right now, eyes darting back and forth from the girls and the vase. "Wait? What the fuck is going?" It wasn't the type of girl on girl action he thought it was.

"Hey Chicas, cool it with the violence. I'm sure you can talk it out. You're both beautiful, no need to fight and throw hands." He went to grab at the vase. "Just hand over the vase and get off the poor girl..." The other girl, something was off about her; physically wise. Kingston knew the female body but something about this female under the colorful haired girl made him question. No time for that now though. "Calm down princess." Trying to be the peacemaker for once in his life.
 

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Amara English was not the type of girl to end up in a random home on any given day. Even when she did go out clubbing or/and drinking, she went with her girls and guys. Waking up on a comfy chair in what appeared to be a spa room in someone's home, Amara got up instantly. Regretting that decision when the lights in her head came crashing down around her. Taking a seat back down, removing the expensive coat around her arms. Taking a moment to gather herself. Moving braids out of her face and rolling her eyes. "I don't know what's going on but I will figure it out." The investigative woman, searching her coat for her phone. Finding it with a sigh of relief. Unlocking it, to find that she had no service or WiFi signal. "Uhh?" Standing up, this time slower. Looking around the luxurious spa room, to find an empty area of nothing but soothing aromas and massage beds. If she was here for pampering it would have been Heaven but Amara was NOT here for any of this. "This better be some twisted joke or something." Grabbing her coat and storming out of the room in a huff.

Usually Amara was all about the beauty of such a place but the New Yorker was in survival mode and nothing or no one was going to distract her. She needed and wanted answers and she would get them. Heels click-clacking against the marbled floors, which she could see her reflection in. No matter how hard her stubborn ass tried to stay focused, the mansion's art on the walls kept calling to her. This place was beautiful. Prettier than her New York Condo by far. Walking further from the spa room and to where she hoped civilization would be, Amara noticed music or singing down the hall from where she was headed. She was going to go that way but then heard screaming and a crash. Deciding not to end up like whoever that was, she sped walked towards another destination she had placed for herself.

"What the hell was that?" Asking herself, as she looked back in a panic. Waking up in a random mansion and hearing screams was never a good sign. Amara hated horror movies and she was damn sure not about to star in one. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Dark chocolate eyes showing fear in them. New York was a tough place to live but at least there she knew people who she could trust. There was no way to contact anyone and Amara could only feel dread the longer she said lost with no answers.

After a few more moments of fear, Amara spotted a disheveled male near the exit of the mansion. He looked like the type to drug and kidnap someone... well adultnap in this situation. Looking around for a weapon, Amara found a letter opener on the desk beside her. Picking it up ever so slowly, hoping to keep the element of surprise. Once she gained the courage, Amara charged towards the not so taller male. Pinning him against the door. "Who are you and where am I?!" Holding the letter opener inches from the male's face. "I don't know what you want or why you brought me here but I'm not going down without a fight, buddy." This New Yorker wasn't just a pretty face.
 

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Park Mi-Sun
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Brown eyes stared, disoriented and confused. She sat in what looked like a dining room, though it looked more like a conference room. She assumed it could sit at least twenty people. Mi-Sun rubbed her face with the sleeve of her sweater, wishing that the pounding migraine would go away. They were so immobilizing, she barely wanted to get up and explore. Mi-Sun knew she wasn't at home, nor anywhere near home. The place was too fancy, too big.

She huffed, thinking that she might as well die where she sat. The chair was comfortable enough, but nothing could distract her from the pain she felt. Mi-Sun knew she hadn't been drinking the night before, the taste of alcohol always made her gag. Surely no one had entered her small home without her knowing, right? The door had been locked, and the windows were hard to open from both the inside and the outside.

It was hard to think, and she knew she couldn't sit there forever. Her stomach was grumbling, suddenly remembering that she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast the day before. Yesterday had been such a busy day for her, she hardly paid any attention to her needs. She had to go to her several classes, the market, and meet up with a friend. Eating hadn't been important, and she remembered thinking that she was going to eat when she got home. Instead, when she got home, all she did was take off her shoes and passed out.

It took a lot of effort to pull herself off the seat, her head making her dizzy and unable to hold her balance. Since she was in the dining room, she assumed that the kitchen was close.

Gripping the ends of her sleeves, she slowly walked into the kitchen, which had been right next to the dining area. Mi-Sun had hardly been paying attention to the others nearby, her eyes set on the fridge in front of her. She could already feel her mouth water at the thought of food.

Upon opening the fridge, she caught a waft of the most delicious smell in the world. Reaching in, she pulled out a packet of cheese. "배고픈..."
 

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Sophia Vink
One moment she was reaching up for the glasses and the next moment an arm sneaked around her waiste. Sophia let out a surprised yelp, because who wouldn't when a stranger suddenly tugged you down from the counter? She was let go immediately though as the Asian man started to scold her in English. Her eyes taking him in, not answering his question as her mind went over some nice sassy remarks. Everything went through her mind, ranging from 'who the fuck do you think you are to touch me like that' to 'if I wanted some Asian guy touching me I would have stayed with my ex'. However she lacked the confidence, or the bluntness, to actually speak her mind and therefore when for a much friendly and politer reply.

"Thanks," she said with a soft voice. She was still a bit shocked, and honestly offended, by the way this male had treated her. Scolding her like a small child. Her expression however didn't show her unhappiness with the whole situation as she reached to take the glass from him. "However, I do not have a brother," she answered his question. She looked a bit around and pulled open one of the door, hoping that it would be the fridge and she was right. Her eyes widened with some surprise again as she looked over the contents of the fridge. More then enough to feed 10+ people it seemed. She looked over the drinks, nothing that really looked familiar. She tapped the bottom of the glass a bit against her chest as she stood there thinking what she wanted. Eventually selection some mango with passionfruit juice.

"Shall I pour you some as well?" she asked as she poured some for herself. Even though she was asking and acting rather calm, which really surprised her, her heart was going crazy. She looked back up to the male, once again observing him a bit, while she stood still with the juice package in her hand. He was definitely not someone she had seen before. Way too handsome to forget a face like that. "How did you end up here, if I may ask?" There was a bit curious tone in her voice. If the people that took him had taken her as well, looks were certainly not the reason. She looked like a street rat next to him. Or perhaps it was some beauty and nerd idea? She chuckled a bit to herself when that idea popped up in her head. "Sorry, I just... No.. nevermind,"she started and dismissed sharing that little fact.
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Tae-Hyun Cha
Tae-Hyun was just getting ready to sing the next part of the lyrics when out of nowhere there came a war cry. They did not even have any time to react as something, no someone moved with such force forward that they were knocked down into the ground. Their fingers clenching around her phone that still played its music, almost taunting now as they were pinned down and kept down. Their breathing had changed to a slight panting and fearful big eyes looked up at the person on top of them. "I am Cha, Tae-Hyun and I don't know. Please don't hurt me, you can have anything you want, thought I don't have much!" they spoke in paniced Korean. Their arms up in front of their face to sheild themselves from that vase in case it would come down.

They didn't even progress the words or the language the other spoke as there suddenly fell one big shadow over them. Another voice, deeper and rather pleasant to the ears. Their eyes opened again to see what was going on as nicely build individual stood over them. The vase was taken from the person on top of them. Still they didn't really dare to move as they looked up to the person above them, their hands lowered a bit though that thumb of the other was pressing painfully into their shoulder. "Thank you," they spoke, before frowning and realising English was the spoken language of course, "thank you." They repeated and then looked back up to the person over them. "I am Tae-Hyun Cha and I don't know?" They finally answered those questions.

Tae-Hyun still felt a bit nervous, but with the heroic individual they were sure nothing would happen. Nothing bad at least. They finally dialed down the sound of their music. "So, have you people been to the party as well?" they asked. Though they were pretty sure they would remember and they had not seen these two before in their life. Furthermore if they didn't speak Korean, it was highly unlikely they would be at a Korean party, right? "Oh, and I am sorry if I invaded your house?" they added a bit unsure. Why would this person as where they were if they were in their home? But it could still belong to the hero that had saved them from at least the vase. "I kinda just woke up here? Lovely pool by the way."
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Misha was still debating on his choice. He could hear some voices come from downstairs though. He was about to pick up some speed as he heard some loud noises from where he had just come from. Nothing however could prepare him for the female that came down like a high speed bullet train and practically ran him over. His hand movving out to grab onto the railing as she pushed him into the wall, while letting out some apologizing words. His fingers curled onto the balustrade for dear life , because it would be just his luck to end up with a broken leg or something from falling down the stairs. He let out some deeps breaths when neither of them seemed to have fallen, still clinging to that trustworthy railing.

He wasn't granted much recover time as the female quickly came up to him. Her finger poking rather painfully into her chest. And comical perhaps as well, since even standing two steps below her, he was still looking over her. More comical was probably how he got all flustered as she so directly spoke to him. He averted his eyes as she, rightfully, blamed him for going very slow on the stairs and being in the way for others. So there he stood, back pressed against the rails looking all guilty with some angry woman he didn't know scolding him. "I... I-I am sorry," he stumbled over his words even. That didn't help with the not getting flustered as a red color slowly started to spread up from his jaw to his cheeks. "I d-didn't mean t-to be in your way," he added to his earlier apology.

"Misha Becker, and... I don't really know," he answered her questions. Luckily his voice seemed to be working normally again. He still felt like his head could explose any minute from the embarrassing heat and his eyes were looking at the subtle golden necklace. Only as he followed it a bit more he seemed to realize what it must look like he was looking at and quickly tore his piercing blue eyes up to her face. "I... I w-wasn't staring at your... you know," he mumbled, "not that you are unactractive. I just... your necklace...And then... yeah, I am sorry." Please just stop talking... Perhaps breaking his leg hadn't been such a bad alternative. Very nice first impression, Becker, a clumsy pervert. Just the kind of impression you want others to have...
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Xiaoluo was pleasantly surprised that the girl handled his sudden action so well. Most people would be startled by some strange man in their home, much less one suddenly picking them up in nothing but a bathrobe. He wouldn’t have held it against her if she slapped him for it or if she screamed and called 110. ”You’re welcome. Sorry if I startled you. I know that was a little inappropriate of me.” He shot her an apologetic smile as he handed her the glass. Her next sentence caught him off guard. Giving her another look over now that he could see her face, Xiaoluo suddenly felt embarrassed over his previous assumption. The girl was not a girl but a grown woman.

He turned his head away, trying hard to keep himself composed as well. The reddening of his ears and neck completely gave him away, however, and he was forced to swallow down his next assumption, no longer wanting to jump the gun. This girl looked too dressed to be a one night stand or even a call girl yet not as lavishly dressed as the owner of this place would probably be. No matter how hard he thought, he could not find an explanation for any of this. ”Oh. I-Is that so? Sorry for jumping to conclusions then. I thought you lived here.” He looked down and rubbed his neck bashfully as he struggled to continue the conversation.

Luckily the woman had a better grasp on everything than he did. It was as if she was impervious to the awkward atmosphere. When she offered him a drink, he was about to refuse when he noticed that she meant juice and not alcohol. After the night before, it was probably best to remain sober for the rest of his life. “Juice? Yes, please.” He handed her another glass with a polite bow. ”I don’t really know how I got here. I was out drinking last night with some of my coworkers. I thought this was their home.” The sudden realization that this mansion may not belong to this girl made him raise his eyebrows in surprise. ”Wait, do you not live here either? Is it really okay for us to have some juice?” All color drained from his face as he thought of how the two of them may have stolen something they shouldn’t have. He hoped the owner of the mansion was a generous person who wouldn't call the cops on them. Suddenly, he felt dirty for even touching the red robe he wore. His face contorted in disgust at the very thought of wearing some stranger's robe.


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Yana Volkov
She was growing more frustrated by every door, every hallway that she walked down. She liked expensive, but who would need such a big mansion? It was impossible to get around, and with no maps posted, she was completely, and utterly lost. Despite being taken away by the beauty of the mansion, Yana was, without a doubt, uncomfortable.

With a sigh, she decided to retrace her steps, see if maybe she missed a turn or stairs. She avoided walking into actual bedrooms, deciding that this wasn't some medieval castle where they had secret entrances and exits.

Walking down the corridor from before, she arrived shortly after to the room where she woke up in. Yana was tempted to go back inside, maybe go back to sleep and pretend that this was a nightmare. Or rather, a dream/nightmare. It was a beautiful home, but she couldn't miss that recital, and she had friends, family that she had to see. Life was far too busy, and not to mention, she was... Terrified.

Somehow, someway, she would find her way home.

"Excuse me," Came out from behind her, the sound so abrupt that it made her scream. She went immediately into fight mode, turning on her heel as quick as she could and punched the man in the gut. Yana had no idea what he said after, her rage completely blinding her. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Scaring a woman like that? Huh? Пошыел к чыерту!" She pushed at him, her eyes lighting up with unadulterated hatred. Even when she wasn't angry, her accent was harsh.

The girl let out one last cry of anger, pushing him until he hit a wall. Even though he was about a foot taller than she was, she knew she could overpower him if she needed to. She was not going to go out without a fight, that was for sure.


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Should he go explore? See who else was around? He wasn't entirely sure. A sliver of doubt entered his mind, what if he truly was alone? Left there to starve, or... God knows what. That seemed to be a recurring thought that he could not seem to shake. He sighed, tilting his head from side to side to relieve some tension from sleeping on such a harsh ground.

Not even a minute, one single minute had passed since he had entered the home before getting pinned to the door by some psychopath. "Who are you and where am I? I don't know what you want or why you brought me here but I'm not going down without a fight, buddy." She spoke, raising a letter opener close to his face.

Although he was shocked, he hated being threatened, especially by a woman. His pride was about as bad as the next guys, high and weak minded. Alfie wasn't the guy who thought they should stay in the kitchen, but they should respect men and others if they wanted to get anywhere in life. This was definitely not the way to go, threatening a man with a weapon. His eyes narrowed at her as he pushed her off. "I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart, but I did no such thing. I woke up not even ten minutes ago, and I have no idea where I am or who you are. Now, I suggest that we talk this out like adults so... If you'll please put down the letter opener," he paused, showing her his dazzling smile, "I promise I won't hurt you."


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Quick sentences in a language Astrid did not understand assaulted her ears at a pace so fast that she couldn’t even decipher what language it even was. ”Una China?” Her brows scrunched together as she struggled to process everything all at once. She was about to apologize and hop off her when a deep voice got their attention. Turning to face its source, Astrid discovered a tall black man with attractive features, making her even more confused. What kind of gathering was this?

Handing over the vase like a good girl, Astrid got to her feet and patted herself off, still struggling to understand what was going on. It was clearly not the cartel. If it were any kind of gang, she probably would have been shot dead by now. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or embarrassed over her own actions. Regardless, she felt instant regret. She had almost killed an innocent person. Worried that she may have hurt the girl, Astrid quickly reached out her hand to help her up. Ay dios mio, Are you okay?” The woman was petite and light so it didn’t take much effort to pull her to her feet. ”I’m sorry. I thought you were a gang member or something. Last thing I remember was sleeping in my bed and now I’m here.”

Gently patting off any dust from the woman's shoulders, Astrid carefully looked her over for any scratches or anything from being knocked over. Seeing that she was still in one piece, she breathed out a sigh of relief. Recalling that there was another person with them, Astrid looked between the two, confused as to why any of them were at this mansion. "Well, first things first. Hello, I'm Astrid. I'm sorry for earlier. I got a little excited. Jaja.." She laughed nervously and bit her lip as she thought of how to phrase her question without causing mass panic. "Um, would either of you happen to know where we are? Last thing I remember was lying in bed and now I'm here."


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