Social Experiment IC
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: rachelongaku on 29-04-2012, 00:12:40</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rachelongaku</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 00:12:40</strong>
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				In Every Post Have This Tag:<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]Who:[/b]<br>[b]Where:[/b]<br>[b]What:[/b]<br></code></pre><br>It will look like this filled out:<br><strong>Who:</strong> Serena<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Dining Room<br><strong>What:</strong> Watching Others Arrive<br><br>And then your post<br><br><hr><br>About your first post.<br><br>Everyone will be arriving around 6pm. They have taken flights to get to their remote destination (classified) and then put into limos where the passengers couldn't see out of the window. They have no idea where they are. <br><br>The limo goes through a huge guarded gate. The fence surrounding the property is around 12 feet tall and made of brick. The limo then stops at the front of a huge mansion. A butler is there waiting for you. He is middle aged and quite kind looking. He introduces himself, and he already knows your name. Not surprising since there would've been a lot of background research put into the experiment.<br><br>The butler guides you inside and assures you that your luggage will be safely taken to your bedroom. First you will be attending dinner with your new housemates. So you are directed to the dining room where there are laminated sheets on your plates. You pick it up and read. It is the house rules.<br><br><em>Dear Valued Guest,<br><br>We are delighted that you are here. Please adhere to the following rules. Breakage of any of these ruels after one warning will result in expulsion from the home and you shall not earn any wages for participating in the experiment.<br><br>1. No contacting anyone outside of the house<br>2. No forcing others into uncomfortable situations. If you are in the minority, you must be the one to leave the situation.<br>3. No skipping scheaduled meals and events<br><br>Other rules will be announced on an as needed basis. Thank you.</em><br><br>As soon as everyone arrives the butler announces that the food has arrived and to take to the kitchen to decide what it is that they desire to eat. In the kitchen lays an assortment of every kind of food imaginable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rachelongaku</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 00:13:11</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Serena<br><strong>Where:</strong> In The Dining Room<br><strong>What:</strong> Waiting For Others To Arrive<br><br><br>Serena felt extremely lonely. She'd been there alone for over fifteen minutes. She'd re-read the rules over and over again for enertainment, but even that grew boring. She hoped that the others would arrive soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 21:26:16</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Connor<br><strong>Where:</strong> Dining Room<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking to Serena and Others<br><br>Connor felt like he had been kidnapped. Why anyone would want to kidnap him was beyond his understanding, but the secrecy surrounding the whole thing put him on edge. Of course, he didn't think they could stop him unless they had tasers - he was a bareknuckle boxer and knew he was good too. He still had no idea where he was and the Limo was claustrophobic with no windows. When it finally stopped and he stepped out, he had to admit that the mansion was impressive. It even had a Butler!<br><br>He let him take his bags away and read over the rules before entering the dining room. There was a cute blonde girl sitting alone at the table. One of the other house guests perhaps? So he walked over to her and introduced himself. "Hey there. I'm Connor." He says, taking a seat beside her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rachelongaku</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 21:29:39</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Serena<br><strong>Where:</strong> In The Dining Room<br><strong>What:</strong> Meeting Conner<br><br><br>Serena was extremely grateful that someone else had arrived. She smiled and gave him a quick handshake after he sat down next to her. <br><br>"Hello Conner. My name's Serena. Are you going to be living here? I am." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 21:33:56</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR9p6aGdYlUa34jt7eeOGpXts4Nfkb4pfIYFA0kqlOFz7iWOaZf)</div><div align="center"><em>Lizbeth Millan</em></div><div align="center"><em>Dinner Table</em></div><div align="center"><em>Just arriving to have fun</em></div><br>Liz arrived finally at the building and she was escorted to her room to place her bags and get settled in. She threw the bag on the bed and looked around smiling and nodding more to herself, it was a wonderful place. Being told that there was a dinner ready for her made her smirk and walk out of the room finally getting into the dinner and noticing two people already there, "Ohaioooo". She waved and sat in a empty chair. She was quite the spunky girl, being small and petite was sure to give her some appreciation however it was the fire inside her that would prove to be her key to getting out of there with the million bucks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tesseractive</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 22:02:55</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Sharon<br><strong>Where:</strong> Dining Room<br><strong>What:</strong> Introducing herself<br><br>Sharon looked around the mansion as she entered, trying not to look as impressed as she felt. The was even nicer than George Clooney's place that time when she'd been able to finagle an invite to a party there. Whoever was doing this -- and ooh did she want to know! -- they seemed to have an unlimited budget and expensive tastes. Well, time to go meet the other guests, she thought.<br><br>She entered the dining room and saw a cute blonde girl and a rough-and-tumble looking bearded man. The girl looked a little bland compared to Sharon's bright green Versace dress, but she was definitely attractive. The man seemed working class, but he looked like he had some toughness to him that might be delicious.<br><br>She walked over to the two of them and extended her hand. She wasn't sure if either would be important, but it was always important to be nice until the social order got sorted out. <strong>"Hi, I'm Sharon! It's so good to meet you!"</strong> She idly wondered if either of them did threesomes -- it seemed like it might be a good way to pass the time in here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rachelongaku</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 22:10:33</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Serena<br><strong>Where:</strong> In The Dining Room<br><strong>What:</strong> Meeting Others<br><br><br>Serena smiled as two more people entered the room. She accepted Sharon's handshake. And looked between her and the other girl, deciding to introduce herself to both of them at once.<br><br>"Hello. Nice to meet you. My name's Serena!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 22:16:32</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Connor<br><strong>Where:</strong> Dining Room<br><strong>What:</strong> With Others<br><br>"Nice to meet you Sharon." He says, looking up as two other girls arrived. The first had a punk look to her. She probably had tattoos under her clothes too. Probably meant she liked to get kinky.<br><br>The other girl, Sharon, was a bit more prim and proper. Skinny but with a nice rack. If he knew anything, it was that the prim and proper girls were the wildest in the sack. He smiled over at her and introduced himself to both of the new commoners. Lots of pretty girls, he thought.<br><br>"Nice to meet everyone." He said, speaking with a decidedly Irish accent. "Wheres everyone from?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 22:25:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR9p6aGdYlUa34jt7eeOGpXts4Nfkb4pfIYFA0kqlOFz7iWOaZf)</div><div align="center"><em>Lizbeth Millan</em></div><div align="center"><em>Dinner Table</em></div><div align="center"><em>Just arriving to have fun</em></div><br>She giggled waving at each of them, "My name is Liz, nice to meet you all". She sat down and took the first thing for drinking that was offered to her, weather was beer or another thing she took it and drank it without much trouble. Looking at each person present her eyes darted first to the man, he was a bad boy there was no question about that and she would sure be having some fun with him soon enough. The blondie looked more and more like a porcelain doll, <em>cute</em> was all she could think about the girl, she would not mind tying her up and spanking her bare bottom once or twice.<br><br>Next up was the other red beauty, she had big breasts and for the looks of it a figure to kill. She wondered how many people has she attracted with that figure. So far the entire place was filled with good looking people on their own way, she jut hoped there would be more males coming because she would hate to have all the girls for herself and not sharing, especially the blonde one which she imagined with her pale ass red from spankings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tesseractive</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 22:53:07</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Sharon<br><strong>Where:</strong> Dining Room<br><strong>What:</strong> Meeting people<br><br>Sharon acknowledged Rachel and smiled back at Connor, enjoying it as his gaze traveled her body. After all, what's the point of wearing Versace if you don't get people to look?<br><br>"I'm from L.A." She preferred telling people L.A. to Hollywood, because that always led to them asking her if she was an actress, which she wasn't. She'd thought about it, but she had been hopeless the couple of times she had actually gone to auditions.<br><br>She started to go over to introduce herself to Liz, then paused for a second when she got a good look at her. She had kind of a scary punk thing going on, and it made her a little nervous -- she was used to catty party girls, but not so much to actual tough girls. Not that she could afford to show it if she wanted to keep the upper hand around here. So she resumed her walk and extended her hand. "Hi! Sharon. Nice to meet you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 22:58:53</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR9p6aGdYlUa34jt7eeOGpXts4Nfkb4pfIYFA0kqlOFz7iWOaZf)</div><div align="center"><em>Lizbeth Millan</em></div><div align="center"><em>Dinner Table</em></div><div align="center"><em>Just arriving to have fun</em></div><br>She looked at the redhead going around and shaking people hands and she just stood up and kissed the girls cheek gently, "Us girls don't shake hands, you know that". She grinned going back to her seat and drinking from the drink that was given to her. She was wearing a very short mini-skirt (http://store.vampirefreaks.com/products/36/sk_pvcmicro_b.jpg) with a sleeveless shirt made of pink skulls. She indeed had a very gothic or punkish look to her but she was in fact a very nice girl. Her tattoo on the side of her stomach showed a angel crying tears of blood. Every tattoo on her body had a special meaning to her especially the angel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tesseractive</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 23:28:29</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Sharon<br><strong>Where:</strong> Dining Room<br><strong>What:</strong> Meeting people<br><br>Despite herself, Sharon blushed when Liz kissed her cheek. With the friendly grin, Liz didn't look quite so imposing. But Sharon had definitely felt something when Liz's lips touched her, even though it was only on the cheek.<br><br>While Sharon's dress (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/GreenVersaceDress.JPG) displayed a lot of skin, she marveled at just how little Liz was wearing. She looked great with all those gorgeous tattoos. Sharon had never been able to decide on a tattoo design that she wanted to live with for the rest of her life, and she envied people who were either more decisive or simply didn't worry about things like that.<br><br>Sharon reached out to touch Liz's angel tattoo lightly. <strong>"That's such a beautiful design."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 23:33:33</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Connor<br><strong>Where:</strong> Dining Room<br><strong>What:</strong> With People<br><br>"LA." He murmurs in response, nodding his head. Of course, she looked like the type - the upper end, higher class, social butterfly. Not that he cared for classes though. They meant nothing to him. A kid like him from the street could take a snobby nosed guy any day of the week. His interest was held as he watched her walk over and be kissed by the Goth Girl. Both were attractive, in their own ways, showing plenty of skin while still concealing themselves. Connor thought he would not mind catching the two of them alone some time, especially if they had nothing to do during the days.<br><br>He cracked his neck from side to side as well. He had tattoos of his own, but the jeans and t-shirt he wore covered them all up. He had a large Celtic Cross on his back, covering his spine and shoulders. It was his trademark, how he was recognized on the circuit. He had Celtic Hounds on his right shoulder as well. His power arm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 23:34:27</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR9p6aGdYlUa34jt7eeOGpXts4Nfkb4pfIYFA0kqlOFz7iWOaZf)</div><div align="center"><em>Lizbeth Millan</em></div><div align="center"><em>Dinner Table</em></div><div align="center"><em>Just arriving to have fun</em></div><br>She giggled and nodded lifting her shirt a bit so she could see it all, "Yeah, it has a few years to it. I mean every tattoo has a meaning of course, this one it's my favorite". She giggled as she touched her skin obviously she was ticklish. She let the girl touch it for a bit before pulling her shirt down and smirking at her, "So why don't you make yourself a tattoo? they hurt quite a bit at first but you will get used to the pain and it becomes kinda numb". Looking at her body she pointed to her waist, "A small tattoo there would look very good on you. I envy that body so if I had your body I would place a tattoo there or on your lower back". She placed her hand on her chin before she shrugged and sat back down, "Oh well I cannot make you do anything, but I know the perfect person in case you wanna do it".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tesseractive</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 23:50:45</strong>
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				Sharon enjoyed looking -- and touching -- as Liz pulled her shirt up to show her the rest of the angel tattoo. <strong>"So what does this one mean?"</strong><br><br>She blushed a little as Liz put her on the spot about getting a tattoo for herself. To most people, she would have said something dismissive, perhaps about not wanting to mar her skin, but instead she found herself deferring to Liz. <strong>"I think I could deal with the pain. It's just that getting a tattoo... it becomes a part of you. It's like it has to sum up your whole life. I've never figured out anything that I would want that to be."</strong><br><br>This wasn't really how Sharon had intended things to go -- she had meant to take command of the social scene here. But here she was, opening up to someone already, sharing something she normally wouldn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 23:55:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR9p6aGdYlUa34jt7eeOGpXts4Nfkb4pfIYFA0kqlOFz7iWOaZf)</div><div align="center"><em>Lizbeth Millan</em></div><div align="center"><em>Dinner Table</em></div><div align="center"><em>Just arriving to have fun</em></div><br>She sighed looking at her and smiling, "The angel represent the loss of my son, I lost him a couple of years ago. The tattoo it's to remind me of him constantly and not make mistakes that could end a life". She sighed looking at her and smiling, "Just think about something in your life you want to be reminded forever and just make a tattoo representing that event, as simple as that". She took a bite to eat and pointed at the chair right next to her as she turned her attention to the man, and smiling at him before waving at the other girl. She wondered when the rest of the people were going to arrive to the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tesseractive</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 00:03:34</strong>
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				"Oh, I'm so sorry." Sharon had never had anything as serious as that happen, so she wasn't sure whether to feel embarrassed for asking, but Liz was smiling, so she decided that she was okay.<br><br>She sat down in the chair Liz offered, and looked over to Connor and Serena, grateful for the respite in the surprisingly intense conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 00:12:49</strong>
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				(http://b.vimeocdn.com/ps/542/542785_300.jpg)<br><strong>Who</strong>: Luka<br><strong>Where</strong>: Dining Room<br><strong>With</strong>: Serena, Sharon, Connor, Lizabeth<br><br>`A tattoo doesn't have to sum up your whole life.` <br><br>The voice comes from there entrance to the dining room, where, for the moment, Luka leans against the wall by the door. He is not an imposing man, and is possessed more of an everyman kind of look, the type of figure that would blend into a crowd. His own tattoos are not on display at the moment, though there are hints of them peeking out from beneath the fabric of his simple black t-shirt. There is a hint of something New York in his accent, though it seems otherwise neutral.<br><br>`It can mark something of significance to your life, something painful but hopeful as well, but despite their permanence they often mark transition.` He does not speak as if he is lecturing. Instead, his tone is conversational, if a bit distant. He is not trying to diminish Lizabeth's revelation about her child, but to soften the impact in a diplomatic manner. `They paint our history trapped in ink upon our canvas.`<br><br>Luka pushes off of the wall, and wanders into the room to take a seat somewhere that he can see, and remain close to the door.<br><br>`Luka Konstantinov.` He says by way of introduction. `I may or may not have your name on my butt.`
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tesseractive</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 02:17:32</strong>
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				Sharon looked over at the new entrant and smiled. <strong>Hi Luka, it's nice to meet you!"</strong> She was grateful for his diplomacy.<br><br>She gave him a wry smile after his last comment. <strong>"I'm Sharon. Am I on there yet, or will you need to get a new tattoo?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 04:11:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><strong>Ayden<br>Dining Room<br>Just Arrived</strong></em></div><br>The jet, limo and secrecy spoke to Ayden of two things, money and obsession.&nbsp; The question in his mind was whether the money was obsesses with the ‘experiment’ part of this contest, or making it into a reality TV show goldmine, the kind where half of them would end up looking like fools and the other half would become instant celebrities by saying and doing outrageous things.<br><br>He shrugged the thoughts off, including the thought that something darker might be at work here, and just reminded himself that he intended to be himself.&nbsp; Yes, he would be watching the others and they and who know who else might be watching all of them, but immersing himself fully into the scene and concept was what he promised himself he would do.&nbsp; Do that and let the chips fall where they may, in any case it would be an experience worth remembering, he hoped.<br><br>Ayden shook the butler’s hand before handing over his bags, not having cash to tip him and somehow feeling that he wasn’t supposed to, but the fellow was decent and deserved at least a handshake for the job he was doing.<br><br>Dressed in slightly worn and comfortable brown casual shoes, khaki pants and a white polo with thin burgundy trim on the sleeves and collar, the muscular, but not bulky Ayden looked a bit preppy at first, but up close his clothing was far from high end designer or expensive clothing, more like off the rack or shelf at Sears or another moderately priced retailer.&nbsp; <br><br>Clean cut, dirty blond hair that was well groomed, but with a mind all its own nonetheless, he walked in just after Luka, with a good natured smile and calm, easy grey eyes that scanned the room, catching the significant contrasts between the two sexy redheads, the quiet and very pretty blonde and the two men who looked significantly different from himself.&nbsp; It seemed like someone had done their homework to produce a diverse and varied group.<br><br><strong>“Hello all,”</strong> Ayden announced easily, an unassuming way about him, a bit of a faded Midwestern twang barely there in his voice as he offered his hand to the closest man,<br><br><strong>“Luka, good to meet you, I’m Ayden Stiles.”</strong><br><br>He nodded to the stacked and fashionable redhead whose name he caught as well, <br><br><strong>“Same to you Sharon, same to all of you.&nbsp; Looks like I have evened the odds a bit for the moment.”</strong><br><br>It was a mild ice-breaker, noting that his presence made the number of men and women even for now.<br><br>He walked over after greeting Luka and chose an empty chair near the blonde, read the instructions quickly enough and smiled warmly at her, allowing her and the rest to introduce themselves, rather than force the issue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 08:40:33</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR9p6aGdYlUa34jt7eeOGpXts4Nfkb4pfIYFA0kqlOFz7iWOaZf)</div><div align="center"><em>Lizbeth Millan</em></div><div align="center"><em>Dinner Table</em></div><div align="center"><em>Dinning with the others </em></div> <br><br>She saw the new man entering and quickly she eyed him up and down, “Well Hello there hunk…. Yep you are right about it all”. Giggling she hugged him and kissed his cheek, “Name is Lizbeth people call me Liz though”. She sat back down and took a grape and ate it quickly before grabbing another and licking it softly showing her tongue work it for a bit before she swallowed the grape. This was going to be a very fun experiment and she could not wait to use one of the fun rooms or whatever they were called.<br><br>Another male entered the room and she once again eyed him up and down, “Wow is this hunk heaven today?, Lizbeth&nbsp; but you can call me Liz though”. She kissed his cheek before he went to his seat, what was it with this place and all the beautiful and sexy man and woman in there, she was going to have a very hard time remaining out of the special room during this vacation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 23:24:33</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Haylie<br>Where: Dining room, just arriving.<br>What: Meeting the others.</strong><br><br>Haylie thought that the windowless limo was rather much, especially after the jet ride, but she got in anyway, in spite of her reservations.&nbsp; After all, she'd come this far, she might as well go on with it.&nbsp; Surely the experiment wouldn't be one where she would be hurt, or worse, would it?&nbsp; She understood caution, supposing the organizers were only being careful, and she shrugged off her nerve, telling herself she was just being paranoid.&nbsp; She wasn't going to be the only one in this experiment, after all.&nbsp; There'd be plenty of others, so if something <em>were</em> to go wrong, they could work together as a group to get themselves out of the situation, somehow.&nbsp; She wished the limo would hurry, so she would have something to distract her from the direction of her thoughts.<br><br>As if in answer, she felt the car slow, and the view of the mansion had her forgetting about her qualms from a minute ago.&nbsp; Out here in the setting sun and away from the dark car, she suddenly felt more than a little stupid for thinking the way she had.&nbsp; Giving a shy smile to the butler, it didn't surprise her that he already knew her name, and she thanked him for taking care of their luggage as he pointed the way to the house.&nbsp; She wondered if perhaps he might be one of the people behind the idea for the experiment, or if he was simply someone they'd hired to look after the participants and their needs.&nbsp; Either way, he seemed a decent sort, and his attitude was polite and professional.<br><br>Hearing conversation from further inside the house, she followed it until she reached the dining room, seeing that several others had already arrived before her.&nbsp; She gave them all a warm and sincere smile as she took one of the empty chairs, taking a second to read over the rules and nodding to herself.&nbsp; Common sense things, really, and all things she could do without a problem.<br><br>"Did everyone get the jet and limo treatment, or was that just me?&nbsp; I'm Haylie," she offered during a lull in the conversation, hoping the others would arrive soon so they could learn what else might be in store for them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 23:45:55</strong>
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				(http://b.vimeocdn.com/ps/542/542785_300.jpg)<br><strong>Who</strong>: Luka<br><strong>Where</strong>: Dining Room<br><strong>With</strong>: Many<br><br>The hug and kiss on the cheek from <strong>Lizabeth </strong>are unexpected, but not unwelcome in the least. Luka returns the hug with one arm, and then seats himself<br><br>`Hunk?` He mulls the word over in his mind, and grins. `I haven't been called that in some time.` <br><br>Luka settles, and smiles to match <strong>Sharon</strong>'s own gesture. He considers a moment, and replies to her question with a bemused tilt of his head.<br><br>`I think I've got your name covered, Sharon.`<br><br>When <strong>Ayden </strong>and <strong>Haylie </strong>enter, he offers each a casual wave, though does not rise from his seat for the moment. There are still some people to go, and all the standing and sitting might give him a light head. That, and he is rather comfortable at the moment.<br><br>`As much as I tried to make my own travel arrangements to get at least to the local airport, I was turned down.` He says when Haylie poses the question about transportation. `Can't say it wasn't a challenge for them, though. They sent someone to the Everest base camp to meet me.`
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 01:19:54</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Ayden<br>Where: Dining room, just arriving.<br>What: Meeting the others.</strong><br><br>The kiss from Lizbeth was sweet and her giggle and look marked her as a free-spirit, sexy and comfortable in her own skin, but with something soulful about her that Ayden couldn't yet place.&nbsp; There would be time to learn more about Liz and the others, so he accepted the kiss, leaning over to let her reach more easily as his hand rested lightly on her shoulder almost without thought, an instictive sort of movement, and winked at her, <br><br><strong>"Liz it will be then, and a great cheek kisser too."</strong><br><br>He was just taking his seat when the stunning brunette entered and introduced herself, her question drawing a light shrug from Ayden,<br><br><strong>"They said they would get me here, so who was I to argue.&nbsp; Wherever here is anyway.&nbsp; The limo seemed a bit over the top, but what the hell, we aren't the ones paying for it, right?"</strong><br><br>The question was mostly rhetorical in tone and nature, though it did make Ayden wonder just how and what they might end up paying for down the road.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 03:18:50</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Haylie<br>Where: Dining room.<br>What: Talking with the others.</strong><br><br>"True enough, though you'd think they'd at least put some windows in," Haylie agreed with Ayden, although she didn't know his name yet.&nbsp; "I mean, it's not like we can get home easily, even if I knew where this place was."&nbsp; That was suddenly a sobering thought, but she shrugged it off, or at least tried to.&nbsp; "That lack of windows still has me a bit paranoid, I guess," she admitted, knowing she was probably setting herself to be picked on, but not much caring.&nbsp; She'd rather have people pick on her than have more time to think up increasingly gruesome possibilities for all of them.&nbsp; "Too many scary movies," she grinned, trying to make light of it.<br><br>"You mean Everest, as in Mount Everest?" she asked the other man who'd spoken to her.&nbsp; They must have really wanted him here, to go to the trouble of actually picking him up.&nbsp; She thought about asking who everyone else was, but decided to wait until the others had arrived, so everyone could introduce themselves all at once.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whtbitch4u2own</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 16:43:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Who: Tashia<br>Where: Entrance and into the Dining room.<br>What: Introducing herself.</strong></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n593/leo19831/R%20B/RachelBilsonSpikeTV2010VideoGameAwardsQh5R23P3F2pl.jpg)</div>She sent a last text message to her boyfriend saying good byes before the flight departed even though he had just dropped her off at the airport an hour ago. Just when she was done with her studies and finally had some time for a proper relationship, she decided to participate in this Social Experiment thing for a year. When she suggested they should break up, he was kind enough to convince her that he will wait since they both liked each other very much. They hadn't gone too far physically but shared a strong friendship over a year before starting to date each other for about a month now. Too bad it had to be on hold for a year.<br><br>She was sad but on the other hand, she was more excited for a year away from her usual boring life and the challenges that awaited on this path. The limo ride to the mansion intrigued her as she couldn't help but wonder what awaited at the end of the ride not knowing where she was being taken. She felt the car come to a stop and when she stepped out, she couldn't believe her eyes. She had to shift her eyes and her neck as well side by side in able to see the mansion situated in front of her. Turning around, she caught a glimpse of a tall gate and fencing all around the mansion and mumbled under her soft breath, "I guess there's no going back now!" Her feet moved on eagerly into the mansion to see the inside as she was greeted by a butler past the door. <br><br>Her eyes gazed at everything, nodding at butler as he instructed her to proceed to the dining room. She took big steps towards the dining room as bantering of people present reached her ears. She couldn’t help but overhear something about Mt. Everest and if she wasn’t wrong, one of the participants was from there. She barged in hesitantly as they seemed to wait for everyone to arrive and pass the time until then. She walked to where everyone was sitting and with her bubbly and social nature; she couldn’t hide her natural innocent smile, “Mt. Everest! Now that’s a place still unchecked on my&nbsp; To Do List!” She hesitantly came to a stop before everyone as she wondered where to sit down, “Sorry to barge in. I am Tashia!” She stood comfortably in her 3 inches long heels and a <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">grey colored dress (http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n593/leo19831/R%20B/RachelBilsonSpikeTV2010VideoGameAwardsnygAK3MFo_ll.jpg)</span> with bluish hints of fabric in it with V shaped neckline. She was only about 5 feet tall with a smiling doll like face from which a smile rarely disappeared. She was shorter than most of the girls she knew and lacked that height but even with such a frame, she had maintained her body well shaping her curves in all the right places. She looked around nodding at them and realizing it was quite a group including handful girls and guys of almost equal number.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 17:21:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Maria_Avatar-1.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Maria van Zandt.<br><strong>Where:</strong> Arriving at the mansion, then down to the dining room.<br><strong>With:</strong> At first with no-one in particular, then taking the seat at the head of the table between Connor and Luka and speaking to them both.<br><br>I had arrived first, most probably, and had been there an hour and a half already. I had been invited to go to dinner by the butler but had politely insisted that after a flight lasting <em>that</em> long and the heat of the airport and the limo ride there was no way on earth any girl worth her self-respect would go to an evening function without a long soak in the bath.<br><br>Smiling politely the butler had acquiesced and shown me up a flight of grand stairs and down a corridor to a room styled in repro Regency. As he dropped my bags I turned to him.<br><br><strong>"Veer ar able to haf anyvink veer vish, yas?"</strong> He seemed able to unscramble my thick accent with ease and smiled again.<br><br><strong><em>"Of course, madam, what do you require?"</em></strong><br><br><strong>"Plis remove zer bed ant haf a vier-poster in zer place. Zer drappen to be… how you sayink? Vine red?"</strong><br><br><strong><em>"Maroon drapes to a four-poster, that is not a problem, Madam, the bed will be replaced while you are at dinner."</em></strong><br><br><strong>"Zank yuu."</strong> He nodded respectfully and withdrew. I stripped naked, threw my travelling clothes in the laundry and unpacked my things, taking a look out of the wonderful picture window. It opened onto a balcony where there was a small table and chairs. I went and stood out in the evening sun, enjoying the breeze on my skin and the view over the gardens and the large swimming pool. A dip in there naked would be on the top of my list tomorrow, perhaps even tonight. Perhaps even… No, maybe not that, it was a little too soon for them all probably. Better to find out who was here and what they were like before showing them that.<br><br>There was a card with some house rules specified. I read and digested them, before slipping the card back on the bureau. I padded across the room and into the en-suite where I ran a bath, added bubbles and then got in, luxuriating in the warm scents for an hour.<br><br>After bathing I frizzed my hair, leaving it spazzy and loose, applied a few squirts of Arpège and make-up and slipped on a simple yellow knee-length strappy cocktail dress (http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/c/0/0/6c/0/AAAADPNqNsMAAAAAAGwGJQ.jpg?v=1251399475000) and matching high-heeled sandals. (http://www.shoewawa.com/assets_c/2012/03/yellow_sandal-thumb-389x454-153989.png) The two shoes and the dress were the only three things I wore if you exclude my watch and earrings.<br><br>I clicked down the wide curving staircase back to the main hall to see a woman in a blue-grey dress entering. I slipped quietly into the room behind her, the butler nodding at me silently and closing the door behind me.<br><br>People were talking about Mount Everest and cars without windows which was strange because mine had definitely had them, they were just smoked so dark I could not see out.<br><br>I didn't introduce myself but acknowledged a few people with my eyes, and moved around the periphery of the room to where the food was laid out, buffet style. I selected a Scottish salmon salad, with most emphasis on the salad and less on the Scottish and asked one of the serving staff to pour me a glass of champagne. Looking around the room I took note of everyone's face and chose to sit between a scruffy looking fellow with a European air about him and a dark haired guy in a plain black tee-shirt. Thank heaven I hadn't gone for an expensive frock like that poor woman in the Versace, who was looking very out of place, though of course a man who had taken the effort to dress for dinner would have been nice.<br><br>I placed my food and glass down and drew up a chair.<br><br><strong>"Guut efening,"</strong> I said to the two men, smiling at them both, <strong>"I ham Maria."</strong> I pronounced the name with a long leading 'a': Maar-eeya. <strong>"Maar-eeya fan Zandt. How aar yuu doingk?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 18:08:33</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong>Nicholas<br><strong>Where:</strong>Dining room<br><strong>What:</strong>Joining the conversation<br><br>(http://blood.zulufleet.net/frank2.png)<br><br>Nicholas had been rather silent throughout the introductions. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable being here, but he felt better when observing before participating. Checking out those around him. He looked as Tasha walked in, and smiled at her comments about everest. Many people dreamed of climbing the place, few would ever be able to make it. As for Nick himself? Well He'd probably just skip the whole climbing part and have himself airlifted to the top. He smiled at the beautiful image in the shapely gray dress. Who knows, maybe he'd make some friends here after all. He stood up, and walked over to her. "Hey Tasha, I'm Nick. nice to meet you." His little show of confidence seemed to crumble though as Maria brushed by. But luckily she moved towards the two guys on the other side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 20:47:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR9p6aGdYlUa34jt7eeOGpXts4Nfkb4pfIYFA0kqlOFz7iWOaZf)</div><div align="center"><em>Lizbeth Millan</em></div><div align="center"><em>Dinner Table</em></div><div align="center"><em>Meeting new peeps</em></div><br>Before she knew it the dinner table was being slowly filled up by very beautiful people, <em>Wow... all these people are great looking, I wonder if I would ever match up to them.</em> She was starting to feel a bit like the ugly duck of the group, every girl were gorgeous while the guys were pretty handsome themselves. She noticed even more people arriving as she just nodded her head recognizing them with a smile. She wondered if this would be televised as she had seen in so many shows of TV where people are made to live together and endure each other.<br><br>She could already tell that she would have trouble with a few people, she was a girl that knew what she wanted and some of these boys and even girls were going to be hers even if she had to break up the whip on them. She grinned as she relaxed on the chair <em>Yes they might be beautiful and sexy but they don't have what I have, a dominant streak and a wild personality boys look for that a lot so I am safe, those girls have no idea who they are dealing with.</em> She waved at the colored woman and then at the blonde man that entered later, "Nice to meet ya, I am Lizbeth you can call me Liz though". <em>Perfect first make them like you and then pounce on them and have sex with each one of them, that will be my mission for this trip.</em> Liz was a very horny girl, some of her friends even called her a slut in a lot of ways.<br><br>She giggled as she waited for the first one to leave, she wasn't going to be the first one to get out of there and she didn't knew if there would be someone explaining the rules and regulations of the study to them. She hummed slowly a song she loved singing her voice was low but people near her could tell she had a almost perfect singing voice. She picked up a glass of water and began to slowly drink it not wanting to get drunk so early.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 21:23:31</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Connor<br><strong>Where:</strong> Dining Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Maria et al<br><br>Connor smiled and listened to the conversation as others arrived and introduced themselves. All of the women were of course attractive and he wished he had dressed a little more to impress. There was certainly a little sexual tension already floating through the air. Some of the girls were dressed in little while others had covered up a bit more. Of course, in his jeans and shirt he was nothing special. Connor looked up as an Ebony beauty settled down into a chair on his other side.<br><br>The moment words left her lips he was infactuated.<br><br>"A pleasure to meetcha, Maria." He responds, his Irish accent also placing him as a foreigner compared to all the Americans. "This place is rather nice, so I'm doing rather good. How about yerself? Oh, I'm Connor O'Fearghail by the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 23:38:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Maria_Avatar-1.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Maria van Zandt.<br><strong>Where:</strong> Dining room.<br><strong>With:</strong> between Connor and Luka.<br><br>I sipped my drink and put the glass down. The sparkling wine was ice cold, crisply dry and delicious. The man on one side of me spoke. I recognised the strong Irish accent straight away.<br><br><strong>"Hallo, Mister Con-nor. Mister… Oh- Fur… Ah. Fhorgif me, is pronouncing hart. Dhifficult. Is okay I call yuu Con-nor?"</strong> I smiled at him. <strong>"I am well, zank-yuu, bhut. What iz it? That English wurt? In. Treeged? Intrigued? Curiuz. I am beeingk curious about this all. Pleez fhorgive. I don study Eenglish long. I am fhrom Delft. Nederlande, ya?"</strong><br><br>The man had no plate or glass before him and I noticed several others did not either. Had I jumped the gun?<br><br><strong>"Aar yuu eatingk Con-nor? Yuu haf no plate or glass?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 03:29:20</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Ayden<br>Where: Dining room, just arriving.<br>With: Sitting near Serena, across from Liz</strong><br><br>Ayden watched the beautiful Maria enter and introduce herself, replying with his name and a quick hello.&nbsp; Her accent was interesting and sexy, though he wondered what she thought of a mid-American accent, his tone and voice not exactly qualifying as exotic by any means.<br><br>Tashia likewise was a stunner and her dress fit her figure wonderfully.&nbsp; He greeted her plainly,<br><br>"Welcome Tashia, I'm Ayden."<br><br>Looking to both the pretty blonde at one end of the table and Liz, and possibly Tashia as well depending where she sat, he asked,<br><br><strong>"If it isn't a big secret, what so you want most out of this 'experiment' we are taking part in?&nbsp; Maybe I should phrase that a little differently, since only one of us can win, is that all you are here for?&nbsp; I definitely have my eye on the prize too, but for most of us the experiences we have here are going to be all we go home with.&nbsp; If I don't win I at least want to leave here with something worth remembering...hopefully a lot of somethings.&nbsp; Thoughts?"</strong><br><br>Ayden was as interested in observing and learning from this year as he was in winning the big prize and his question was the first step in learning what the others might be in it for too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 21:32:24</strong>
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				<br><strong>Who:</strong>Nicholas<br><strong>Where:</strong>Dining room<br><strong>What:</strong>Looking around the group<br><br>(http://blood.zulufleet.net/frank2.png)<br>Nicholas turned to the side. He guessed this whole endeavour could turn out to be quite the ordeal. The other guys seemed to be quite outgoing, macho even. Nicholas was less so. Taking one of the remaining seats he looked around. "I wonder what else we'll find here, seems quite an interesting place"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 21:42:22</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Connor<br><strong>Where:</strong> Dining Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Maria et al<br><br>The Netherlands! Dutch! Thats where she was from! He didn't know any Dutch people before. Ireland wasn't exactly the hottest tourist destination for other Europeans. He smiled at her but found himself having to pay attention to her words and try and fill-in-the-blanks as to her pronunciations. He smiled at her attempt to find the right words.<br><br>"Aye, you can call me Connor. Most people butcher my last name anyways." He settles back in his chair a little. "Aye, I too. A lot of secrecy about this place. I'd guess its some sort of social study, on how a group of strangers cut off from the world&nbsp; get along with each other. I am sure more will be revealed eventually."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 06:32:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.shierlyrichard.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/mens-wedding-suits.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Adrian.<br><strong>Where:</strong> Dining Room.<br><strong>What:</strong> Entering the room and taking a seat at a random chair at the table, though one with people next to him.<br><br>Adrian walked into the room, walking with his usual swagger, swaying gently side to side with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing his signature suit. After all, a suit fit any occasion better than most other outfits, and he had no idea what was waiting for him at this mansion. As he walked in and saw a table full of an extravagant lay of food, and quite a number of attractive people, he was a bit thrown off. Yes, this was wonderfully pleasant, but he immediately suspected that someone either planned to kill them all or have sex with them all. He shrugged, who cared, it looked like it would be fun, at the least.<br><br>Taking a chair, he said, "Hope I haven't missed out on too much of the fun." It was quite an odd assortment of people here, and he couldn't think of anything that they had in common. Besides their desire for a million dollars, of course. "At least there's some food left, at any rate." he said, putting some of the food on his plate.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whtbitch4u2own</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 08:13:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Who: Tashia<br>Where: Dining room and then to table.<br>What: Getting acquainted and introducing herself to Adrian and Nicholas.</strong></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n593/leo19831/R%20B/RachelBilsonSpikeTV2010VideoGameAwardsQh5R23P3F2pl.jpg)</div><br>Tashia stood just past the entrance into the dining room as she introduced her self to everyone present there. She caught a glimpse of a lady in yellow dress as she walked past her. She heard a greeting voice, looking in that direction, "It's nice to meet you Nicholas!" Then another intro from a man at the table as she smiled, "Thank you Ayden. Nice name by the way." She looked at Nicholas, "Well I am starving. Gonna get something to eat!"<br><br>With a cheeky smile on her face, she walked over to the table and picked up some salad in a plate and a glass of red wine.<br><br>She pulled out a chair for her and right then she felt someone's presence behind her. Out of curiousity, she turned to find a man in well fitted suit. She offered a hand shake as she motioned over to take a seat next to him, "Why hello there, didn't hear you walk in. I am Tashia." She smiled picking up her fork before digging out of her plate. She leaned a bit to her left whispering to Adrian, "I also just got in a while back but I assure you..." she flicked her hair over her shoulder to look at him, "..you haven't missed much!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 16:48:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.shierlyrichard.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/mens-wedding-suits.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Adrian.<br><strong>Where:</strong> Dining Room table.<br><strong>What:</strong> In his seat, now chatting with the others.<br><br>"Name's Adrian." he said, taking Tashia's hand and giving it a nice shake. He looked over at Tashia, giving his own hair a smooth flick. "Glad to here that, wouldn't have wanted to miss anything exciting." he said as he eyed her. She was quite pretty as well, just like all of the others here. <em>Hmm</em>, he wondered, <em>when will the person who invited us arrive, if ever?</em> Returning his mind to this conversation with Tashia, he said, "And I'm sure something exciting is going to happen here sooner or later." as he loosened his tie. This didn't seem to be quite so formal, so he figured he may as well do that.<br><br>He hadn't introduced himself to anyone else yet, since they all seemed to be in conversations, but he knew he would meet them sooner or later. He was supposed to be here for a while, in any case. He poured himself some wine, it's not like he wasn't doing anything crazy already.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 01:08:42</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Haylie<br>Where: Dining room<br>With: Everyone else, talking with Ayden.</strong><br><br>Haylie noticed Tashia and Maria's entrances, giving them each a polite smile, but not trying to engage either of them in conversation.&nbsp; They'd both immediately gotten involved in conversations of their own, and she knew there'd be plenty of time to get to know them later.&nbsp; Maria's accent she knew would take some getting used to, but she could understand most of the words she caught, and so she didn't think it would be any problem.<br><br>Taking a couple of minutes to pick out some food from the buffet and choosing water to drink rather than alcohol, she took the seat next to Ayden, and answered the question he'd posed the group in general.&nbsp; "I mainly decided to sign up because it sounded like something fun and different," she confessed.&nbsp; "I figure if I win, then great, but if not, I'm no worse off than I am right now, or before I came here," she added.&nbsp; "Have you got anything planned for the money if you win?" she asked him curiously, wondering if he'd want to keep all the winnings for himself, or use at least some of it to do some good for others.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 02:32:44</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Ayden<br>Where: Dining room<br>With: Everyone else, talking with Haylie</strong><br><br>Ayden turned to see Haylie as the brunette beauty answered his question first and responded with one of her own.&nbsp; He liked that, not that it was a hard question, but still, coming back at him showed that Haylie had an interest and curiosity in others that caught his ear as much as she caught his eye.<br><br>He thought on her question for a moment, smiling easily at her as he did, then answered,<br><br><strong>"I imagine we've all had those moments were we imagined that we won and all of the things one could do with that money, but truthfully I never think of the same thing twice.&nbsp; I've never gone hungry, but I wasn't born to money either, so maybe I just don't properly know how to spend lavishly...hmm, practical stuff first.&nbsp; Pay off my student debts, that means all of my loans and pay off the mortgage on my parents’ house, since they paid quite a bit of their hard earned savings to get me through school.&nbsp; After that, a car, something good on road and off, small SUV maybe.&nbsp; Get me where I’m going, take me off camping or hiking when I feel the need,”</strong> he shrugged lightly and looked around, remembering the way the place was so enclosed when they entered.<br><br><strong>“I’m definitely going to need to get outdoors after spending all of that time here, a vacation somewhere isolated and exotic…and while I’m there maybe I can think up where to spend the rest.&nbsp; What about you, Haylie, same question.&nbsp; What have you got your eyes on if you win it all?”</strong> he asked with a tone of definite interest in both her and her answer.<br><br>His own answer was honest and fairly boring, he thought to himself, but practicality and loyalty to family were traits that ran strong in his mid-western roots.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>05-05-2012, 09:51:55</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Haylie<br>Where: Dining room<br>With: Everyone else, talking with Ayden</strong><br><br>Haylie listened as he outlined a few possibilities he had in mind if he won, liking his unselfish streak, and thinking she might have found herself someone she could call a friend in time.&nbsp; Of course, he could simply be telling her what he thought she might want to hear to impress her, but somehow she didn't picture him as the type to either lie or embellish overly much.<br><br>"I haven't really thought about what I'd spend all of it on, other than maybe buying Mom and Dad newer cars," she said, returning his easy smile.&nbsp; "I would say I'd get them a nicer house, but they'd never move, even if I did.&nbsp; Dad teaches English lit classes at our junior college, and Mom's happy staying at home, and that house is where I grew up, so they're pretty much set in what they're comfortable with."&nbsp; She found it easy to talk to him, perhaps because he seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say.<br><br>"A vacation does sound nice," she admitted.&nbsp; "Being from the city, I never did much camping or hiking, so maybe I'd spend some of the money doing something like that.&nbsp; This place here is nice, but I'm not used to all the fanciness," she added, suddenly realizing how much she was talking, and blushing at how much she'd just said.&nbsp; "If I ever ramble on, just tell me to lighten up, and I will," she said, hoping she wasn't starting off by making herself out to be one of those people who took over conversations without letting anyone else get a word in edgewise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>05-05-2012, 10:10:31</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR9p6aGdYlUa34jt7eeOGpXts4Nfkb4pfIYFA0kqlOFz7iWOaZf)</div><div align="center"><em>Lizbeth Millan</em></div><div align="center"><em>Dinner Table</em></div><div align="center"><em>Meeting new peeps</em></div><br>She looked at everybody and heard their conversations and whatnot. A few new people joined the crew which was always a good thing to do. She smiled, her eyes scanning through everybody, the new man was indeed a hunk of a man and she would not mind one bit being with him. She took a bite out of the small grape that was on her fingers, she hummed leaning back into the chair and hearing their conversations about the money and this contest and whatnot. She sighed and shook her head, "Still do you people think it's weird that we have no way to look outside this place, sure we can go outside but this is surrounded by a twenty foot gate which nobody can look past. They are doing this on purpose whatever this contest it's I can assure you it's not ordinary".&nbsp; She was showing off of course, she knew she was pretty smart and she had no fear so she thought she would have a better chance at this.<br><br>She grabbed a apple and then drank from her water glass, "anyways what would I do with a million bucks? pay off all my bills of course and perhaps open a chain of restaurants in my town to give people jobs. I would also take a vacation to Japan since I would love to go there" she giggled as she just looked around not really sure if she had to say something else. Her eyes closed as she waited for whoever was in charge to explain things.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>05-05-2012, 17:53:30</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Ayden<br>Where: Dining room<br>With: Everyone else, talking with Haylie, Liz</strong><br><br>Ayden listened to Haylie, then winked playfully at her when she worried about rambling on,<br><br>"Not a worry here, I think, not too many shrinking violets in this group.&nbsp; Now, if you said that when you talk too much someone should kiss you to keep your lips occupied, then I might be tempted to think you overly talkative quite often," he teased and flirted lightly, but also spoke in a reassuring way.&nbsp; He really did like learning about the others.<br><br>"A literature professor?&nbsp; Huh, in my house that would make you Dad the ultimate deviant.&nbsp; My Dad is an engineer and Mom is a foresic accountant, imagine their disappointment with a son who stinks at math.&nbsp; My folks are pretty happy with their lot in life too, a bit stilted for my taste, but whatever makes people happy, right?" he offered, then caught Liz's comments.<br><br>Liz had a fertile imagination he suspected, with her somewhat showy outfit only being the tip of a much deeper iceberg, though she was anything but cold, so the analogy was a tepid one.<br><br>Nodding, Ayden replied to her,<br><br>"Anytime someone offers me a chance to win a million bucks I assume there are strings attached, and this place definitely seems to confirm that it won't be easy or routine.&nbsp; Maybe a lot of these effects are menat to freak us out, see how we react," he shrugged lightly, not knowing what was planned for them.<br><br>"Japan and a chain of restaurants?&nbsp; You could go in search of the ultimate sushi chef," he joked weakly as Liz's comments on the secrecy here made his mind wonder exactly what was expected of them and what might lie in store for their group. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Social Experiment IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 02:25:18</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Haylie<br>Where, Dining room<br>With: The others, talking to Ayden and Liz</strong><br><br>Haylie flushed slightly at Ayden's flattery, unsure of what to say.&nbsp; She liked his sense of humor though, and smiled a bit shyly at his teasing, without taking into account how it would look to everyone else, if in fact anyone was paying attention.&nbsp; She was going to be herself, and stay honest to who she was, unwilling to change her personality for the sake of money.&nbsp; "That's nice of you to say," she said finally, knowing the answer sounded lame, but she wasn't used to flirting, and was at a loss to react with more sophistication.&nbsp; She'd probably just lost Ayden's interest in getting to know her, but she hoped he wouldn't be that shallow.&nbsp; He didn't seem the sort, and judging by his speech, he wasn't, but one never knew.<br><br>"I wish whoever's in charge of this experiment would come and tell us a bit more of what to expect," she confessed, wondering if everyone was just supposed to find out information on their own, or if the people were simply giving them all a chance to get acquainted first before they told them anything more than what they already knew.
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