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Ren was already up and at it, making his way to the gym. The boy had no car today, to go with someone, so he decided to walk. It was either that, or his mom's pink bicycle. Ren chose walking.

He had been staying up late again, watching some movies. The movies had been action, of course, and his mom had, yet again, to come down and tell him to stop screaming at the television.

But surprisingly, Ren wasn't tired. He never was. He knew out to store his energy, and use it when needed. Like, for his workout sessions.

The boy wouldn't miss even one, because that's just the way he is.

Actually, Ren would never admit it, but he did all the training, so he could protect someone, someday. Like, a girl. Although thinking of that brought a frown to Ren's lips, it was true. He was a softy.

Shaking his head angrily, the purple haired boy entered the gym without hesitation.

As Kara's systems were slowly coming online, the orange haired girl could feel the stength return to her limbs, eyes, her whole body. She could hear the whirls of the gears starting to turn inside of her, any small computer noises making small click, click, click sounds. The sound of a working robot G.I.R.L.. Of course, these sounds weren't heard by humans; They were specially made and almost flawless in human appearance.

She finally opened her eyes, two misty grayish blue orbs, untainted and innocent, but with a hint of mystery to them. They blinked for a few moments, and her thoughts were now online as well.

Strange, I don't remember nor recgonize this place; perhaps that must mean that I am at my destination. she thought to herself as she lay there for a moment, til she could hear ALL of the correct computerized sounds, the one that checks her status and also annouces when she's online and offline. Good, she was in working order without any problems, and therefore presentable.

She finally sat up, brushing some of her long orange hair out of her face as she looked about in curiousity. It looked just like a normal home; she must be in the 'living room' section. As she stood up and got herself out of the box, she brushed her long white and raven-black formal dress to get rid of any dust or dirt, since white was such an easily-stained color. She wore no shoes, which she noticed once she could feel the soft snug rug in her toes, and she figured the shoes probably in the box. Sometimes if the G.I.R.L. is a bit tall and therefore barely fits into the box alone, the shoes are in the box somewhere. She knew she supposetly came with this dress and a nightgown; any other clothes were to be purchased on one's own, most likely the Master's job.

As she looked infront of her, she noticed the two humans staring at her, one holding instructions. One was a young man, with long black hair and lots of jewelry on his wrists and neck. The other was an beautiful young lady, either the same age or a bit younger, who seemed to share similar features with the boy. Were they perhaps family? Probably; she couldn't be his girlfriend, since most that purchase a girl were single. Family would make more sense.

Without hesitation, she bowed in respect and looked at the two humans with a charming friendly smile, one that could melt snow off the North Pole. But which one was her Master? She'd just have to guess at both, since they were probably family and she'd serve them both anyways. "Greetings to you both, Masters. I am Unit #2574, one of the G.I.R.L. beings, or better known as 'Kara'. My duty is to serve you and your family, to provide happiness and protect you from misfortune to the best of my ability. It's an honor to meet you both." she said, and looked at them plesantly while waiting for a reaction.

Sometime later, Keith was awakened by a loud knock on his door. He pulled a t-shirt on (he slept in his boxers), and a pair of pajama pants, and went to answer the door. "You Keith?" The surly delivery man asked. Keith nodded, and signed the form. Being 18 was great. His parents knew about his G.I.R.L., since Keith wasn't stupid enough to try and hide something like that, and she was staying in his sister's old room anyhow.

Did it even make sense to give a robot her own room? Keith didn't think so, but that was what his parents had insisted. Luckily that meant she'd have clothes to wear, even if they were about a decade out of fashion. Keith bid the driver a good day, and excitedly opened his box. She was so beautiful. He read all the intructions before turning her on. "Hello," he said to her, "I'm Keith."

"Hello, Lea. This is my home. The room we are in right now is the front room. Usually it's only used when we have company." It was true, Keith's mother kept the front room spotless, in case of guests. It was decorated with all kinds of exoctic things. Indian sari printed fabric draped the windows, the furniture was from Moroco, African masked adored the wall above the copper sculpture of Kuan Yin. On one end table was a smal figurine of Shiva, and on another was some Mezo-American goddess, whose name Keith couldn't remember. On the fireplace were many candles, held in cast iron candle sticks done in the Spanish style.

"Though there: Keith indicated the open archway at the far end of the room, "is the formal dining room. That's where we eat if my brothers and sister come for dinner, or if we have other guests." The room continued the World theme of the front room. "The kitchen's on the side of that, and you can also get to it by going down the front hall. Unlike the Front and dining rooms, where the flooring was hardwood, the front hall and kitchen were tiled.The front hall was a study in neutrality. The walls were a light peach color, and the throw rugs on the floor were a sublte sage green.

The kitchen was loud, painted sunny yellow and bright red. The counters were black and glossy granite, and the cabnets were pantied in the same colors as the walls. The apliances were all shiny and black too. It was an eat-in kitchen, and as such featured a small, square wooden table clothed in red with yellow plates upon it. He pointed to the other door in the front hall. "That's my parents' room. You are not allowed in there without their permission.

Upstairs were four rooms. Keith's room, decorated in posters of sexy girls; Lea's new room, which used to be his sister's room, and decorated conservatively to be used as a guest room; Keith's eldest brother's room, which had been turned into a home gym, with a flat panel t.v., two treadmills and an excersize bike; and lastly, Keith's other brother's room, which was being used as a home office, with two desks hooked up with computers and all that stuff. There was also what Keith refered to as the library. There was an open space when you first came up the stairs and in this space, Keith's parents had lined the walls with bookshelves. These shelves were ancient, and sagged beneath the weight of the books his parents loved. This room was dotted with comfy, mismatched chairs.

"You have full run of the house, except my room and my parents room, unless we give you permission. When I'm at work, please entertain yourslef how ever you like." He stopped in front of Lea's new room. "This is your room. If you don't like it, we can redecorate it for you. All the clothes in the dresser and the closet are now yours. Please make yourself comfortable, I'm going to get dressed." Keith hurried to shower and change.

So go on and scream, scream at me, so far away...

((Hello! I'm back from camping at last. So, as I like to say, 'I'm here! You can love me now.'))

The driver had one last fancy package. Since there wasn't much left to hold it up and around, it was pretty loose, sliding around in the back whenever he made a turn. He just hoped it didn't break. Something that big had to be expensive, and his budget was pretty low as-was.

In the back, the G.I.R.L. sliding around was 'Mari', a unit specialized in 'tough love'. Her two blond ponytails on her head were wrapped in black and white lace. Inside her left robotic ear was a button to turn her on. The instructions told exactly where.

Mari's slender arms crossed her stomach. Her body was stiff, showing no sign of movement, almost like the box around her was a casket. Bare feet touched the bottom, as her shoes were lost somewhere in the side.

When the driver stopped and looked at the house he was delivering to, his jaw decided to drop off, dance a little jig, and re-attach lower down. The place was huge. No wonder the box was so big. Then he got out, got the robot girl, and hurried up to the front door. Not wanting to wake anyone up(They might be on break), the driver set the box down and hurried back to his truck, speeding down the street.

The girl in the box didn't move.

...I won't be broken again, I've got to breath, I can't keep going under.

"Great! Go get me a soda." Jeimu jokes with a huge grin, lounging on the floor lazily. She's even more dressed down than her brother in just a sleeveless undershirt and torn denim shorts. Ryo rolls his eyes and gives his sister a shove.

"You don't have to listen to her. Or any of my family but me, really." Ryo knew his mother wouldn't appreciate him saying that, but she was the person he least wanted ordering his G.I.R.L. around. He sure as heck didn't want Kara washing dishes and scrubbing the toilet or anything stupid like that. "My name is Ryo. This is my sister Jeimu. I have some other family for you to meet, but first I do have a rule for you. Your name is just Kara, no serial number. And I'm Ryo; definitely not Master. Okay?"

"Master of Bastion, maybe." This time Jeimu decides to hop up and escape the room before her brother can do more than roll his eyes.

((Bump. I can't go without Star_Ferns...>.>))

Keith availed himself of the bathroom that joined his room with Lea's. He turned on the radio he kept in there, and hopped in the shower. When he was finished, he wrapped a towel around himself and started shaving. Then he got dressed in a clean t-shirt and some jeans. He looked his room over. It was a mess, he really ought to have cleaned it up. He shoved the clothes on the floor into the hamper, and tossed everything else, Playboys and all, pell-mell into his closet. There, that should be good enough.

"Hey, uh, Lea, come here?"