You're Invited...

A luxury cruise ship line sent out invitations all over the world inviting people on an exotic trip. The cruise offered many luxuries for it's passengers including a deck-side pool, a library, tennis courts, dances, and much more. It was set to dock at many major ports all over the world, offering a world-wide trip for cheap. They directed this trip towards people ranging from the age of eighteen and above, using the alluring destinations to attract them.
The invitations brought a great outcome for the line, bringing in close to 500 people to the port near Miami, Florida. The staff of the cruise ship assigned people to their own rooms and served to any immediate needs. Once everyone was content and placed in a room, the cruise left port. Their destination: Brazil in South America.

Oh yeah, did we mention the big storm coming?

Everything seemed flawless but some staff members forgot to check some important things. As a precaution, the line hires people to monitor the weather and things of that nature. Well the men assigned to check at that time were too preoccupied with some of the ladies aboard to notice a large storm blowing their direction.
Like any tropical storm, this one was growing stronger as it grew closer to land. Considering the cruise ship was not too far from the Bahamas, the storm was feeding off of the air from the islands.
It wasn't long before the storm was attacking the boat. Huge waves thrashed at the boat's sides, throwing it completely off course and far from the once visible islands. As the storm pushed them further the waves grew larger and stronger, rocking the ship dangerously.
The captain had been through storms before and figured that this one would simply pass over after a little while and leave the ship in safety. He was sorely mistaken when a hole was ripped into the starboard side of the cruise ship. Emergency alarms were sounded and people flooded to get into rescue boats. The storm, however, had other plans. The hole in the ship's side grew bigger and repair was impossible. Then a wave, much larger than the ship, blew up over and came crashing down onto the deck. Any people in rescue boats were detach from the ship and washed off into oblivion. Many on deck were wiped right off by the wave and into the cold ocean waters. People below deck were not having much more luck with water flooding in from all directions.
Soon enough the hole in the side had traveled further and caused the ship to tip. With nothing to push it back over the cruise ship turned completely over and eventually sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

Where Are We?

Not too far from where the ship sunk, was an uncharted island. Some of the luggage from the ship washed ashore alongside some survivors. Only two of the rescue boats survived and made it to the island, just barely in one piece. Terrified, freezing, and hungry, the survivors washed up on shore and gathered together on the beach.
How will they survive?
Can they work together?
And will they be found?
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Birthdays. It seemed like a lot of kids these days got a little worked up about birthdays; I mean, they threw these huge, ridiculously over the top parties which usually resulted in several annoying, drunk people, and random strangers making out in the oddest corners of your house. Now, really, that didn't suit Jacob at all. The last time he'd had a birthday party was when he'd turned eight or nine; his dad threw him a surprise party. Jake very, very vaguely remembered the event; he knew that his childhood best friend had been there, but the rest of it was all so fuzzy... uh, Cory? He couldn't remember. Not like he really wanted to recall any memories of his dad, anyway. Now they all just seemed so... fake. Though Jake was really, truly happy right now, part of him couldn't help but feel a little dark and disconnected from his dad.

Jacob sighed, scratching his head as he wandered down the street. It was a nice night, he shouldn't be in such a dampened mood over the past. But he couldn't seem to get out of the mood.

He buried his hand into one of the pockets of his jeans, retrieving a package of Camels and a Zipo lighter. It was a horrible habit he had picked up a few years ago, when he was first starting out high school. It was the whole peer pressure deal that made him want to start, to fit in with the "cool" kids. But now that he's old enough to know better, he feels like it's too late for him to even consider quitting. Of course, if he spoke with any of his family or friends, they would be quick to disagree with him. It almost seemed like a part of him didn't even want to quit, like there was no use in trying. But that was most likely the nicotine taking control of his mind.

He slipped the cancer stick between his lips and lit the opposite end with a flick of the lighter, inhaling a bit of smoke before pushing the Zipo back into his jean pocket, along with the package of cigarettes. Jacob lightly pinched the cigarette between his fingers, pulling it from between his lips for a few seconds, and exhaled a bit of smoke.

As he walked on further down the street, he noticed a girl standing only a few feet ahead, looking a bit distraught. What was her name again? He couldn't remember. Cocking his head slightly, Jacob gave her the once over before speaking, "You ok?" he asked, slipping his free hand into his jeans pocket.

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The Hollowcove Institute is first and foremost an educational facility for the clinically insane. All who are attendees of the Institute have gone through a major screening process so that we can be sure that they are what we need them to be.

Because you can't just be insane to get into the Hollowcove Institute.

There's one more requirement to be admitted into this prestigious institution; the gift of clairvoyance. This power can be revealed in many ways, such as mind reading, telekinesis, frying someone's brain, and other unnamed gifts. Many of the students don't even know they have these gifts, and believe the label the government has given them- insane. Unbeknownst to the students and their families, they are being used and tested on by the faculty and staff.

Can you imagine the horrors these students must face day after day? Writing the lives of these perplexing children must be a challenge.

Can you bear to face it?

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