((Go right ahead, Paar. C:

Oh boy. Now I have to write intros for five characters because I'm so goshdarn indecisive when I pick who I'm using in a roleplay. xD

Forgive me if I don't put them all up in one post? D:))

Nikita fidgeted as she glanced around the waiting room. It was small, with walls painted a pale, buttery yellow. A tacky looking wood-framed poster of a kitten hanging from a branch adorned the wall on the opposite side of the room as Nikita. Large, white text above the kitten read "Hang in there!" Real original, Nikita scoffed. 

She looked about, noticing the average looking metal, foldable chairs that took up every inch of available space against the wall. Nikita herself occupied the chair nearest the door, from which she could see the entire room before her, the reception desk included. She couldn't help but wonder if the other people in the room thought her a coward for positioning herself so near to the exit. 

The drab looking reception desk was wood, with a plastic top. A surly looking but clean (and clean shaven) man perched on a chair behind the desk. He was busily typing away at a computer, hunched over with eyes glazed over from boredom. At the very centre of the meticulously clean room sat a round coffee table, with various magazines strewn about it. The air smelled faintly of citrus. Probably some sort of cleaning product, Nikita thought. She noted, without much interest, that there were no children's books or toys anywhere in sight. Coming in, she hadn't known what age range this... procedure would be popular with. She still couldn't be entirely sure, but Nikita thought she could probably rule out small children at this point.

Nikita found herself tapping an erratic rhythm on her knee as she waited. She stared at the clock above the door, willing the seconds to go by faster. Her anxiety was made worse by not knowing what lay in store, nor when it would happen. Still trying to look as casual as she could, the girl stole furtive glances at the other people in the room. They were all so young. Then again, she thought, maybe you have to be young for something like this to work (...no children though). It's not like I really have any clue what's gonna happen.

Nikita counted eight other people in total, none of which could have been any older than 20. She couldn't help but wonder what was going on their heads. Were they as nervous as she was?

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Serena picked a spot on the wall and stared at it. She tried her best to ignore the steady ticking of the clock on the wall, though it wasn't like she had anything else to do to keep her mind off it. 

Realizing that wasn't entirely true, Serena reached for the coffee table full of magazines, rooting around and looking for something- anything- decent to read. Suddenly, her fingers brushed over something that felt completely different from the cool, glossy pages of the magazines. Recognizing it as a newspaper, she carefully removed it from the small mountain of other reading material, somehow managing not to drop any of them on the floor. Skimming over the front page, Serena saw that this was a paper she had read three days ago already. Oh well, at least it was something.

She couldn't help but smile as she recognized an ad in the newspaper. She couldn't be bothered to read it again verbatim, since she already knew what it said. After all, the fact that she was sitting here in this room with these eight strangers meant that she had responded to it. Serena sighed. She wondered about the wonderful rewards that the article had promised. It had never actually said what the participants would be given, just that if people agreed to the 'procedure', they would be helping the planet greatly. 

Helping the planet... Serena thought. It had been so vague, and the whole thing actually seemed downright stupid now that Serena really thought about it. She was starting to contemplate leaving the room and just going home. Curiosity stayed her, though, and Serena opted to stay put for just a little longer, just to make sure she wouldn't miss out on anything.

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Krael played with the frayed strings of his smoke-grey hoodie. He wrapped them around his fingers, tied knots in them (loose enough that he could undo them later), and pulled at them. 

Dammit. Hurry up already, he mentally urged. What was taking so long? Was something wrong? Or was this some sort of test? Nobody else seemed too worried, which in itself worried Krael more than anything. 

Realizing he had just pulled the string of his hoodie so hard that the other end of it disappeared inside the hood, he cursed quietly and tried to fish it out for a few seconds before angrily giving up.

Irritated, he stood up from his chair and marched over to the front desk. The man behind it eyed him sourly, but did nothing to stop him. He resumed noisily typing, looking none too pleased that Krael was milling around by his desk.

There was a crisp, white piece of paper on the desk facing Krael. On it was a list of what could only be names, all carefully written in small, blockish printing. Reading them all, Krael saw his own name, forth from the top. He didn't recognize any of the others, though. Cole Remur was first, then Serena Zirven, followed by Kai, then Krael Williams, Zane Winthrop, Yukiya, and "Lore". Three of them didn't even have surnames listed, and the last one was written in quotation marks. Strange. 

That was it. Apart from the names, the paper was blank. Not at all satisfied with his findings, but knowing that he probably wouldn't find anything else out by just standing around by the desk, Krael returned to his seat. He sat down dramatically, and the old chair groaned in protest at the sudden increase in weight. No sooner than Krael had plopped himself down did a young woman emerge from a back room, carrying with her a stack of papers. She was dressed in all grey, black, and white: a suit jacket with a white shirt beneath and a long, pleated skirt. Her long blonde hair was tied back loosely in a bun, though a few little wisps had fallen out at the sides.

"Hello," the woman said cheerily. "We're ready for you now. If you would be so kind as to follow me, please." With that, she reopened the same door she had come through before, this time holding it open for the others to follow.   

Reluctantly, Krael stood up and warily made his way over to the woman. 

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