Addie brushed at the compliment Xylia had sent her way, and she immediately stopped singing. She finally began to listen to what the two in the kitchen were saying. "No peanuts in anything, please," she shouted, though she knew her reply was a bit late. Oh well, better late than never. She saw a newcomer ease into the room. He was muscled, and looked interesting. Adelina raised an eyebrow, but brushed the less than innocent thoughts from her mind. She shook her head and sent everyone in the room a small smile. Her shoulders stiffened a bit as she began to feel more tense. She didn't like being cooped up, especially without her regularly dose of booze. "Call me when dinner's ready," she shouted as she glided up the stairs.

It was rather unusual for Adelina to retreat to her room, but it was unusual for her body not to be filled with alcohol and God only knows what else. As she entered the purple modern bedroom, she pulled out her iPod from her pocket, not bothering to shut her door. Everyone was downstairs socializing anyways. She skimmed through her songs, but her eyes stopped on Michael Jackson's Man In The Mirror. In her freshman year of high school, she had choreographed a dance to the song and was going to perform in the school's annual musical, which was always a different mix of songs. However her stepfather had not allowed her to go, saying it was useless. Clicking the song lightly with her thumb, Adelina pushed her headphones into her ears. She waited a second and then began her dance routine.

As soon as the music started, Adelina's left foot began to gently tap to the beat. Quickly pulling her hair up in a high ponytail, she inhaled, gathering in a deep breath. The dance was mostly contemporary, with a light touch of modern. She recalled every move instantly and got lost in the loud sound of the music blaring in her ears at top volume and the calmness that dancing brought her. Her lithe body glided around the room in sync with the music, her graceful limbs making the movements look elegant and with flow.

Mason watched as she walked off, eyebrows raised slightly. She seemed slightly awkward, as if she was uncomfortable because of the other people, not by the fact that she was in this... rehabilitation center. He shrugged to himself and followed her down the stairs, watching her closely for a second before adjusting his scene to the whole room. It seemed as if everyone had already introduced themselves. He didn't care that much that he had missed it.

Sending his sister a quizzical look as she walked up to the stairs and to her room, Mason glided past her and made his way to the couch. He flopped down by what looked like a brother and sister, and smiled at the girl. "Did I miss anything exciting," he asked in a joking manner. She was small, as tiny as his sister, but it wasn't the disgusting kind of small. He smelled the aroma of boiling noodles and pasta sauce as it floated from the kitchen and into the living room. Thank God someone could cook. The best thing he could make was extra cheesy macaroni and cheese, his specialty. His sister and he could eat large amounts of junk food, eating quantities the serving size of a horse, but not gain a pound from it.

Motor grinned, patting her lightly on the shoulder as she commented about the chair in window scenario. "And me without my camera. Oh well, I'm sure they're recording us to monitor our behavior. Maybe I could request the footage of you making "interior decoration decisions" with the furniture. "Yes, I think a chair ought to go here." Good stuff. I wonder how thick the glass is, actually..." He was just musing aloud now, but he liked their banter. It was good that she had a sense of humor; he would absolutely die if everyone there was a stick in the mud. She had a point though. The ride was long, and how long had everyone gone without their addictions so far? How long before someone cracked? He glanced around and idly wondered what everyone was even addicted to and what lengths they went to to get their fix. His was pretty easy, when you thought about it. He was curious about how they thought they'd "cure" him of his addiction when all he needed to get a thrill was a little imagination and no restraints. Sure there was nobody here to patch him up again after, but that just added to the thrill. He glanced at her as she mentioned mixing drinks.

"Apple goes with anything, so it'd be a good base. And I guess it depends on how wild you wanna get with your flavors. You a wild person, Xylia?" he teased with a wink. "Everyone here actually seems pretty mellow for a bunch of addicts. Guess the clock is ticking."

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While waiting for everyone to either voice their approval or disgust at her meal plan, Zeph started counting heads and grabbing plates, setting a nearby table for everyone there. She frowned, realizing some faces she had noticed before were not there anymore. It'd be hard to tell how many to cook for if people weren't all accounted for. "Alright, headcount, how many people are here and how many are eating?" she called over the quiet murmur of conversation. Meanwhile she started grabbing silverware, figuring she'd adjust the count if she had to.

Jacob smiled. "Its normal..."Gabe just rolled his eyes. "So what brings you here?"

(( Brain dead D; ))

Kalipso smiled slightly, noticing the other's pain. He felt bad, sure, but he couldn't help himself. His body was aching. As a few people retreated and made conversation, the pale skinned boy sighed. "I like the name Travis.." He murmered, lowering his voice. He didn't want to open up to anyone about his issues, but Glyn had that way about him that made you want to tell him everything, all your wrongs and how right he made you feel and- No. Maelivi, no. Stop it. Do not let yourself go. Not to some stranger. Shut your penis up, eat some dinner, maybe play cards, but do not let this boy get the best of you in only a few hours.

Kalipso wanted to run to his room, blast his music and cry, but there was no privacy here. It was probably a sure thing that every room had a camera and they were likely being monitored. In other words, there was no way yo get away with anything. But he wanted to test the system. Yet that was counter intuitive. Sighing softly, he bit his lip, looking at his shoes.

Glyn, unfortunately, wasn't a fool. He pasted a smile to his face, watching as the boy in front of him grew more and more uncomfortable...this, however, was placed with the wrong why. He thought it was because he didn't want to converse with HIM, instead of not wanting to converse at all...were it that way, the lost boy would've understood completely...but...he slid off the table, scratching his head before mumbling..."Umm...I should probably help with something..." He thought about extending his hand again, but...something made him instead wrap his arms around the other in an embrace..."Thanks for listening, at least..."

He let the embrace linger for as long as possible before letting go, staring down and turning away slowly, walking torwards the kitchen...

Lynn stayed in the corner of the living, listening to the other conversations in the room. She wasn't one to voluntarily join one and she had a habit of blending into the background of a room. Most of the conversation did not interest her, but once it turned to cameras watching them, her interest was peaked. She began looking around the room slowly, her dark blue eyes carefully looking for signs of a camera.

She knew what she was looking for, having been taught by her father. Finding hidden cameras was one of her favorite things to do in a new place. She couldn't believe that she hadn't thought of it when she first arrived. It made sense, after all they were all supposed to be rehabilitating from their 'addictions,' not that Lynn thought that there was really anything wrong with her. Stealing wasn't like a crime.

After a few moment of looking, she noticed something in another corner of the room, a tiny black spot high up on the wall. It was in one of a few locations that she would put a camera. Moving over to the spot, she tried to get a better look, but she was too short to get to it. "Umm, could someone tall come over here and look at this?" she asked, looking back over at the group.

((Sorry for not posting yesterday...really busy day...I'll post for Aiden after my class, no time now...))

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After listening to what Zeph suggested for dinner, Aiden nodded, liking the idea. It was easy to make and would cater to most of the people's food particularities. Not listening to whether or not people actually wanted this to eat, he began grabbing ingredients from various cabinets and the refrigerator. Grabbing a knife he began to skillfully cut up the different ingredients.

He filled a pot with water, sprinkled in some salt, and put it on the stove, starting the heat. Watching it warm up, he put the noodles to the side for when the water boiled. Listening to her question, he did a mental head count and said, "I think that there are fourteen of us, unless I missed someone."

Rayn could still hear the other members of the house that had all gathered in the living area. She noticed that no one saw her, so she smirked, her plan worked. She turned and walked back in, and stood arms crossed against the wall, her mp3 player off and in her black jacket pocket. She glanced around and found that a girl was looking at the wall, she fallowed the gaze to fin a black mark. intresting...a camera she had figured their would be some, but as long as they were out of her room when she changed or showered she really didn't care. She shuddered at the thought of perverts. At the call for dinner she raised her eyes and head. "I believe there are 13 or 14 of use if i remember correctly." She said loud enough to hear but low enough to remain unnoticeable, she hoped.

(will post tomorrow, braindead)

Zeph grinned as Aiden got to work on preparing things. She had a feeling they'd make a good team in the kitchen, and that was a comfort. At least nobody would suffer from bad cooking this year. As she went to grab plates, she heard two responses for her headcount and smiled, winking at the boy in the kitchen.

"Thank you Aiden and Miss Mysteriously Disembodied Voice. Hey, got a nickname? Cause that's kind of a mouthful," she said, raising her voice a little as she addressed the female. She didn't recognize the voice from roll call so it must have been one of the new tenants they had missed. She was busy setting places and folding napkins so she didn't have a moment to look around for the source of the voice; hopefully the girl would volunteer the information on her own.

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Listening to Xylia answer his question, he grinned widely. Oh yeah, she was definitely going to be fun. He wondered absently if she was an adrenalin junkie like him. It was hard to spot other people's weaknesses and addictions. "Oh yeah, is that a fact? Well then, why haven't I seen your face on America's Most Wanted then, Miss Xylia? Not hitting high enough on the crime list or are you just that good?" he joked, but shrugged it off. He wasn't the type to pry. He as a good listener, not a good snoop. "Alright, sounds like a plan. Only so much room in there anyways and if we start mixing anything fizzy, explosions could be possible."

He idly wondered what it would feel like to be caught in an explosion. Hazardous to your health, probably. 'I wonder what it's like to be on fire,' he mused, letting his train of thought wander until a girl called out for some assistance. Tall was his specialty. Well, maybe not his specialty, but he was definitely tall. He headed over to the inquiring mind. "You rang?"

Rayn raised an eyebrow at the yell ‘Miss Mysteriously Disembodied Voice? Where did that come from..' She thought lightly to her self. She turned and walked in the direction she heard it coming from, she came to the table to see a girl placing things on the table. "Yes I do, my name is Rayn...I suppose it's nice to meet you?" She said it more as a question then a statement. She wasn't real sure on the whole people thing, she only knew from the books she read...and they tended to be a bit old, so her speak probably was too "Umm..." She shifted awkwardly, not sure what to do. "Do you need some help here or.. Anything?" greet now she sounded like a shy weekling.

Rayn smirked and nodded, repressing a flinch at the touch. "I think i can fold them quite nicly. If I do say so myself." She brushed her white hair out of her eyes and procided to the table picking up a napkin and studying it. The were of square cloth so she could easly fold it. She folded the cornor, then in half, then the other. Util it cam out like the ones you see in four star restrants. "I think I did it..." Then something clicked "Did you call me Rayncloud?"

Rayn blushed at the compent on the napkinsand mumbled "It's not really that nice.." She then looked up at Zeph, tilting her head to the side in thought "I do kinda like it, it sound like...me...so yeah, keep calling me that." SHe smirked, she never smiled, it was always playful smirk. She looked down at the salad bowls. "I bet dinner going to be great.." her mouth already watering.

Lynn gave her best attempt at a sweet smile at him, failing slightly. She never was the best at such things, though she was trying. She gave him a quick glace over, he certainly was tall. Then again, she was of about average height, unless her hair was being extra frizzy. She was a bit happy that her blond frizz was relatively under control for now.

She nodded up towards the dot on the wall that she thought could be a camera. "Umm, yeah, I did. That small black spot on the wall, can you tell if there is a faint red light in the middle of it? Or there could appear to be a cornea-like appearance to it?" she asked him, giving him descriptions of the two different types of cameras she figured would be in the wall. They were the cheapest and most efficient for their cost on the market. There were other kinds she knew of, but they were more the kind hackers and people in surveillance would use.

She knew that she had to sound a bit odd to him, but she wanted to know where all the cameras were in the house. It was a quirk she had picked up and would always make sure to know where all cameras were. It made things easier when breaking rules.

Aiden simply nodded a 'your welcome' at the girl as she proceeded to talk to another girl who came into the room. She certainly seemed to be energetic, making him slightly curious about her addiction. He had learned earlier that sometimes you don't want to ask straight out. It had ended badly for him that time; this girl was cute and that question might offend her.

He moved deftly around the kitchen, knowing how much of everything to add to the pan. As the food began to come together, a delicious smell began to waft through the place. At least he thought so. He hoped it would be alright for everyone. If not, then tomorrow someone else could take a stab at cooking. He smiled as Rayn commented on his cooking prowess. "And to think you haven't even tried it yet," he called back to her.

Rayn smirked "I'm not raining on nothing, and that was a sad pun if i might add." She sniffed the air, this food was going to be the best she had had in her life, she knew it. She then looked off to the side "Any food that is edible, should be counted as good..." Her eye hazed as she remembered her 'past' meals. She shivered then turned back to Aiden "But I bet you cook way better then "good"" She used air quotes in a way only teenagers could.

Glyn had embraced him ad quickly left.. That was all Kalipso needed to fall apart. The only person here that he was starting to enjoy the company of didn't even want to be near him. It took all of his strength to stop tears from coming. Pushing himself up onto his feet, the boy sighed heavily. There was no point in following Glyn. The others around him were making conversation and people seemed to be doing other things. He watched as a surveillance camera was pointed out, shuddering. Naturally, they were being watched. Paranoia was not lost. Slouching his shoulders, Kalipso wandered over to the Knoxville girl. "Well.. this is interesting.. Do you think.. you could pull strings in here?" He sighed, not making eye contact with her. Sure, he was bad at conversation, but he didn't want to seem stupid. This girl was a lot like him, in a way. She had that addicted way about her, smelling strongly of sex and drugs.

Glyn rarely felt like a total jerk. Like he did now, per say. Guilt replaced his blood, filling him with utter depressing feelings of dread upon himself...he sat, folding his arms around his head at the bar counter. For numerous reasons. For the tears streaking his face, and the hands pinching his arms, relieving him of the emotional pain with physical...

It'd have to do...at least...until he could get the nerve to bring himself to him...

Jacob got up off the couch to leave Gabe to do his thing. When she walked around the corner she saw someone hiding their face in their arms. Jacob placed a hand on his shoulder shook him lightly. "Hey, whats wrong?" She questioned.

(( My god this post sucks xp))

Glyn's eyes opened, still remaining in his arms for the fear of seeing those streaking tears. He smiled bitterly, shaking his head at the girl, her age not too far from his own. "Me," he answered, biting his lip. "And all my other parts that make me like this..."

'NO,' his mind answered defiantly. This was where he was gonna be alright. He wasn't going to suffer, nor 'get fixed,' but be his old, kind self to anyone who deserved it. No, everyone who deserved it...he stood, wiping the salty remnants from his eyes..."Thanks for asking, love," he said, smiling at the unknown girl. "I'm Glyn."

Glyn smirked at her last remark. "My looks, huh," he restated, casually shrugging. "I suppose. It does kinda tear at the eyeliner, ne?" He brushed away his hair, smiling awkwardly at that last part..."ha ha...ah..." He bit his lip. This was why he failed in social moments like so...he never knows why, however...

"It's nice to meet you, Jacob..." he finally concluded, after a long, stuttering pause...