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Joyce looked between the five people he had just untied and explained what they needed to know to. He reached up and adjusted his glasses, which were askew from being punched in the face so many times. It seemed all these kids had thought it nice to do. He was bleeding from his nose, but with no tissues nearby, there was little he could do. "So, first, I guess I should give you all a tour. That should help calm things down," he said. He really hoped these people wouldn't cause problems. He was already on edge and jumpy. "Follow me," he added, turning his back and heading down the hallway to the left. "As we walk, you can tell me your names."

/..Setsuko Kori../

Okay.... Seriously... What. Was. Going. On?!
Setsuko had been just minding his own business, and now he's ended up here?! What kind of sick dream was this?! Give us a tour...? Were they just supposed to blindly accept their 'new home'?! God, this really wasn't a dream... and ' Master Maverick's Home for the Untalented? ' Was this some kind of freak show?!
Setsuko's facial expression was seemingly calmish, and a little bitter, but his eyes burned with anger and question.

The person that was apparently Joyce seemed actually kind of.. on edge. Probably from being punched by all of the other people here. He looked around at his surroundings quickly, taking in information as quickly as he could see or hear it. He wanted out, right now. That might not be possible at this second, but he would need to think carefully. Tell him their names?! Argh... these other people could go first, he didn't actually care what they called him, he could care less about names. He glanced at the other people, waiting for someone to speak up. It certainly wouldn't be him first, no way. Whatever he had been taken here for, well, for that matter he didn't want to stay here long enough to find out.

~Lillyanna~
I sat up and looked around at the other people. "Um I'm Lillyanna, but you can just call me Lilly." I say while shaking from fear. I was terrified! I had been kidnapped taken to some strangers house with other people I did not know.

this is stupid why bring us here without knowing our names?!Ithica thought as she stood up,"why don't you know our names,you kidnapped us in he first place..." she sighed."Im Ithica but you can call me Ithy".She offered her hand to Setsuko's."We might as well get to know each other cause we're stuck here for now"

-Wakami-

He growled at the person who'd just untied them, he hit him in the face a few times, well he was feeling very off setting and angry.Well then who wouldn't, being kidnapped to who knows where is just so normal, yeah. Glaring at the man in front of him he was going to bring them on a tour of this place. Wakami wasn't in the mood to explore, not in this house anyways. There were five others in the room, though they were dazed or angry too, no one could blame them. And that person had not even known their names. How can a kidnapper not really know their victim's names, it didn't seem random. He sighs, what else were they gonna do? Might as well, the person, Joyce didn't seem like he wanted to hurt them, more jumpy and on an edge. "Wakami." He mumbles slightly.

Valentina had this strange smile on her face. She wanted to cry, or to scream, or to die, but all she could do was smile. She found it rather hard to express negative emotions in front of others even if she was miserable. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to say her name but immediately closed it. All that escaped her mouth was a squeaking noise. She shut her eyes and tried to take on a little less odd looking expression but could still only smile.

Joyce could sense the hatred wafting off these new people. He picked up a box of tissues off a table as they passed it. After putting a tissue in each nostril and pinching his nose to stop the bleeding, he stopped in front of a very large, wooden, closed door. He turned back to the others. He frowned at how scared they all seemed of him. Then he realized that maybe they thought he was their kidnapper. "Hey, don't worry. I'm not the one who kidnapped you. I'm not even allowed outside the house. Master Maverick is the one who kidnapped you," he explained. Then he opened the big door into what seemed to be a ballroom or something. A grand piano sat in the middle. "So to start the tour I decided to do something to let you get to know me. Um.... but now that I've soothed your fears that I'm not your kidnapper, could those who haven't told me your names, tell me your names?"

/..Setsuko Kori../

Setsuko simply ignored the girl's hand. He was certainly not here to make friends, and making friends was never easy anyways... He followed Joyce along with the others, trying to get a good feel of his surroundings. It might be helpful later. Oh? So he wasn't their kidnapper then... He had heard a voice call his name, so he was just doing as he was told...
Setsuko decided to take a chance, he could be lying, but with how scared Joyce seemed, that night not be the case. He even seemed pretty genuine. Well, he now felt a little bad for punching his nose...

" Setsuko. Setsuko Kori. " He said in his quiet tone he normally used. He hated how hard it was to talk to people, but this actually might be a good thing. He stared at the piano, it was a lovely sight in the ballroom. Setsuko glanced at everyone else, taking in their appearances, and connecting names and such.

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Ithaca looked at the ballroom,"It's huge!And the panic is beautiful!" she ran over and rolled her hands over the ivory keys,not making any noise.i wonder how old it is?It looks like a old 1900 or 1910 one...i also don't see a brand."Do you play?" She asked.