<span style="font-family:Amaranth"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Nerve.<br/>
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Never had one word struck such fear and excitement simultaneously into Annie's heart.<br/>
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And it wasn't even that the watchers had dared her to do anything risque yet, either. So far, she'd had to steal a piece of candy from the cornerstore, which had earned her five bucks. Five bucks for a tootsie roll? Sure, she was down. She didn't even eat the damn things, so she'd given it to someone else. <br/>
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Her next dare had been a little more dangerous: Cross the busy street shirtless. They hadn't specified that she had to take her bra off or anything, so of course, she'd left the black lacy thing on. It wasn't the first time she'd been shirtless in public, either, so she'd certainly whipped the thing off and ran across four lanes of traffic, ignoring the honking of horns as she recorded her victory.<br/>
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"Take that, guys." Blowing a kiss into her phone camera, she grinned before lowering the device. That dare had earned her a hundred dollars. <i>Score!</i>Grinning wider, she had shut the device off for the moment, until she would hear the familiar ding that signaled her next dare had come through. <br/>
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Her week had started out fairly normal. There were people all across town doing dares and whatnot; Nerve was really overtaking social media. Videos of dares were everywhere: facebook, twitter, peoples personal blogs. You couldn't turn on the internet without seeing <i>something</i> about Nerve. At first, Annie had thought it was exciting. But that was from her position as a watcher.<br/>
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But when she'd seen someone climb a ladder tucked inbetween two buildings, from one window to another, and nearly fall-- she'd gotten a sick feeling in her stomach. She'd stopped watching. Actively spoke out against the people who played, including her friends. <br/>
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It was shortly after that she'd heard them talking about her.<br/>
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<i>"She couldn't do it even if she wanted."</i><br/>
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<i>"She's too much of a priss."</i><br/>
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<i>"Fucking bitchy, too."</i><br/>
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<i>"She'd lose everything if she played."</i><br/>
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That was about a week or so after the ladder incident. She'd signed up that night, much to everyone's shock. Now she was on her second night, and her dares were still pretty tame. Everything changed when she met Rowan. It was an accidental meeting, really. They'd both been dared to go to the same department store, the hottest store in town, to try on the most expensive thing they owned. For Annie, it was a bright red strapless dress made with minimal material, and black straps across the back. How it cost 1500$, she would never understand.<br/>
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Currently the blonde girl stood in front of a mirror, admiring the way the dress accentuated her tiny curves. Running her hands over her flat stomach, she jumped when she heard noise behind her. Remembering she needed to record this, she leaned over to snatch her phone off the floor, hurrying to turn on the camera.<br/>
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Positioning it in selfie mode, she hit play and grinned at her followers. "Muah, bitches, what do you have for me now?"</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">Rowan paced with a skip in his step, having just fortuitously achieved another victory via dare. He had to climb to the top of a streetlight and sit there for thirteen seconds. An unorthodox number, surely, but it was a simple slice of cake for the robust male. People were distressed beneath his feet as he perched, shouting for him to come down and cease usage of his phone. He simply chortled beneath his breath, giving the camera a genial wink. "That all you've got?" He dared to ask, attempting to pretend that it wasn't something that would taunt the watchers into making him do something risky.<br/>
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Sure enough, his phone chimed the familiar double chirp of Nerve's app notification, and he raced for his phone. Go to Rebellious Rose Boutique and await further instructions. He shrugged indifferently, knowing the place was a couple blocks down. Nonetheless, he still drove his Dodge Demon 2018 in cobalt blue, having earned the money from a multitude of shifty sources. It was his baby. His love.<br/>
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He parked in the parking garage and fumbled playfully with his keys before entering the elevator, which smelled pretentious and like flowers. Who would have thought their audacity to be perfect extended as far as the garage lift? After a few moments, he entered with resolute composition, adjusting his jacket and slicking his hair back with a single hand. He attempted to blend in with the classy women and men that shot him looks of filth. He simply offered them a double-fingered salute, popped his gum, and carried on. He had a mission to accomplish.<br/>
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There was a blonde little vixen in a lust red dress, and immediately he felt a pining for her. He was rather... A man, after all. But when he checked his phone and noted that it told him to pick her up and kiss her, he smirked vivaciously. That, he could do. He approached the unknowing girl, greeted with a simple, "Happy to oblige." Angled his camera, and then lifted the small fae with one arm before kissing her smack on the lips.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Lifting her fingers, she waggled them at her camera in a suggestive gesture, breaking out into a fit of giggles as she did so. If her dares were all as simple as these, she'd be on her way to big money in no time. With her dad working all the hours he could, she and her siblings were provided for, but money was tight. Annie lived a life that was beyond her means so to speak, but she refused to let people know just how much money they <i>didn't</i> have.<br/>
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Nikki did all the motherly things that Annie didn't have a clue about. She could change two diapers at once thanks to the twins, while Annie still struggled with one. Nikki wasn't afraid to get down and dirty when she had to, while Annie lingered more on the uppity side of things. They were like night and day to each other, and they fought like cats and dogs at times.<br/>
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So focused on her own thoughts, she didn't even notice the newcomer until he'd appeared in the mirror behind her. She jumped and whirled to face him, afraid for a split second he was an employee of the store, coming to ask if she was ready to pay for the dress. She visibly relaxed when she saw that he didn't wear a nametag, though her heart immediately began to hammer again as he swept an arm around her, lifting her up easily and planting his lips to hers.<br/>
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She kissed him back automatically, pressing her lips to his earnestly, even going as far as to wrap one of her legs around his torso. She could hear the sounds of Nerve in the background, playing from both of their phones. One of their apps dinged, and she pulled away from him, her eyes peering into his.<br/>
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It was about that time that she recognized his face, and a gasp caught in her throat as her eyes widened. "You're Rowan Reed." One of the most well known Nerve players ever. Here. Kissing her.<br/>
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Was this real life?</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">In entire candor, he had expected the young femme to perhaps draw back, or slap him clean across his mug. But instead, she went so far as to twirl her body around his, leaving him entirely amused. When their lips parted, he released her gradually, stepping back one foot. He wanted to look over this girl; she recognized him, and he collected right then that the watchers wanted them to team up.<br/>
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He smirked dauntlessly, almost bashful at her comments about his blossoming popularity. Not directly, but through the statement of his name, which he failed to introduce to her himself. So, obviously, she knew him from Nerve. He was entirely enthralled with her reaction, laughing and nodding smoothly. "Thanks for the cooperation. You just got me 250$." Rowan winked, popping his gum again. It was habitual behavior. He was always chewing spearmint five gum.<br/>
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Their phones both chimed a second time, and his heart began to race. He knew everything at stake. He knew that he had to smile for the watchers. He knew he had to fake everything. But his cousin had gone missing, and he knew it was because of this game. They took her to guarantee he would be their slave. Their drone. Their captive. Rowan peeked down at the screen, only to find it requested he try on the most expensive suit here. "Damn. I'm a dead man." He snickered, showing her the screen as though they were friends. "What's your name, player?" Rowan questioned as he begun to slip off his clothes in the middle of the store.</span></span>