A/N: Hey, everybody. I thought about redoing the previous chapter and put in just a little introduction of the characters at first. Chapter 2 will be "Day 1" but slightly enhanced and Chapter 3 follows with "Day 2".

So this story is AU and the characters don't know each other at the beginning.

Enjoy^^

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Moderator: "Twelve souls that couldn't be more different. Twelve souls with unique personalities and stories to tell. So without further delays. Let's begin with number one! With a height of about 5'9, she is one of the tallest women in this event. Her hair is darker than darkness itself and she is capable of turning everybody's head just by using her accent. So please…a very big applause for Oerba Yun Fang!"

The spotlight throws it's light through the alley between the two big tribunes and gleams at the double door, as it's been pushed open. Fang blows kisses left and right as she walks to the moderator. One of the spectators leans over the railing and streches out his hand. Fang fondles it softly and he faints immediately.

Moderator: "Uhhh…that's what I call "First Blood". Medic!"

The spectator is being carried away as Fang joines the moderator on the couch in the middle of the studio.

Moderator: "Wow, Fang…you look absolutely stunning! Welcome to the show!"

Fang: "Thank you so much. I'm very glad to be here."

Moderator: "So, Fang…now we are nearly at the end of the show and everybody is eager to see you all enter the building and start to live your lifes there for the next twelve weeks. We've already introduced you in the videos but for the audience again…now that you are here in person…what brought you here?"

Fang: "Well…you know…I'm a person who has an open mind about almost everything and who always wants to try out something new. And that's when I thought…hey…why don't you try this?"

Moderator: "So the money wasn't really a factor?"

Fang: "I would lie if I said no but for me…the fun always comes first." She blinks into the camera. "So get ready…because with me…it definitely won't get boring."

The crowd starts to clap as Fang rises her arms.

Moderator: "Yeah…you already know how to get the audience involved."

Fang: "That's how I am, baby."

Moderator: "Oh, I bet...all right…now to our next star. He is about 6'5 and his hair is comparable to yours, Fang. Although not as long, of course. He was the commander of the Wide-area Response Brigade and is probably the most known member in this event. I give you…Cid Raaaiiinnneeesss."

The crowd stands up and salutes as Cid walks through the alley. He smirks and salutes, too.

Moderator: "Yes, now that was an entrance Cid…mind if I call you Cid?"

Cid: "Absolutely not!"

Moderator: "Thanks Cid…sooo…why are you here?"

Cid: "Just two words: Money and the ladies." He glances at Fang. "And I guess I already found one of them."

He blinks with an eye and Fang drives her tongue around her lips as the camera zooms onto her. The crowd is going wild.

Moderator: "Oohhoo…now this already looks like a promising start...and we're off to number three. With her innocent eyes, you would forgive her anything instantly and just cuddle her all the time. Please…a big applause for probably the cutest member…Oerba Dia Vanille!"

Vanille hops variantly on one leg and waves to the audience accompanied by the beautiful smile of hers. Half of the spectators touch their heart.

Moderator: "Hello, Vanille."

Vanille: "Hello…"

Moderator: "Just let me say that you just have a gorgeous name. It literally melts in one's mouth."

Vanille: "Aww…that's so sweet. Thank you very much."

Moderator: "So…you also are an "Oerba". So you're from the same place as Fang here."

Vanille: "I…I guess it's true but I don't know her." She giggles.

Fang leans over to her. "My, my…I think we're going to change that as soon as possible, sugar."

The crowd starts to whistle.

Moderator: "All right, all right, everybody. Be patient for a little while longer…you'll get into the house in just a moment...so on to our next participant. Now he, sort of, is one of a kind, as he seems to be the only black guy around Cocoon. But see for yourself. I give you… Sazh Katzroy!"

Sazh walks to the others languidly and brushes through his hair.

Moderator: "Hey, Sazh. Nice to have you here."

Sazh: "Glad to be here, man. Glad to be here."

Moderator: "So really. You're pretty on your own out there, eh?"

Sazh: "Kind of. But hey…what're you gonna do!"

Moderator: "Don't worry, Sazh. We'll take good care of you in those upcoming weeks."

Sazh: "And I'm looking forward to it. Hope I'll be there long enough."

Moderator: "What do you say about the rumors you only got into the show, because of your little chocobo in your hair?"

Sazh: "Well...I know that this little fella is a huge boost but I'm also going to proove myself. The old man here still knows some tricks. But the chocobo can't get nominated, right?"

Moderator: "Haha...we believe in you, buddy...ok...so on to our next soon-to-be housemate. Now who says, that glasses are only there to make people look smarter? Our next female star just doubles her hotness-factor with them. Her long hair is just beautiful and deadly at the same time. Here comes…Jihl Nabaat."

Jihl walks through the alley elegantly and waves.

Moderator: "So Jihl. How are you?"

Jihl: "Can't complain. I'm very excited."

Moderator: "That's good to hear. So what brought you here today?"

Jihl: "Oh, I just want to make new friends here and spent all the money to help to enlarge our infrastructure. If I should win, of course...but seriously, we need more variation here!"

Moderator: "Oh Jihl, that's just lovely. I hope the audience sees that as well and supports you on your way but the competition is hard, as our next guest now clearly shows. With over 6'6, he is the tallest of the twelve. Other men go all green with envy because of his stature and his name. He referrs to his hat as his best friend and his gloves as his mojo. Prepare yourself for "The Number" or as is he is called by his friends "Mr. 33 cm"."

The crowd starts to scream.

Moderator: "A big applaus for Snow Villiers."

Snow enters the stage, clapping with his hands over his head. "Yeah...yeah."

Moderator: "Yo, Snow. So nice to have you here."

Snow: "Nice to be here, man."

Moderator: "So, Snow…I quote: "my gloves are my mojo."

Snow: "Yes man…I don't know…I just feel so protected and full of energy with them. They are my strength, you know? In combination with my cape here...that's just killer."

Moderator: "Yeah, I see…but you don't wear them 24/7, right?"

Snow: "Muuahahaha…yes."

Moderator: "Oh really...ahem...okaay...so what's the story about this onimous 33 cm?"

Snow: "Oh, my friends gave me that nickname, cause of the size of my gloves...you see? But I like the ambiguity."

Moderator: "Now you got me curious. Is it justified?"

Snow: "Well…that's what we are going to find out the next couple of days, yeah?"

A woman from the audience holds up a sign. "Marry me!". Snow blows her a kiss.

Moderator: "Easy there, Mr. Charming...so on to our next candidate. He never leaves the house without his comb. His hair is the most important thing to him and he referrs to himself as "badass the first". Here is someone who is about to cause trouble but that's exaclty what we want to see, right?"

The crowd screams once more.

Moderator: "You want him? You got him! Here comes...Gadot Hicks!"

Gadot walks into the studio and brushes through his hair but in a much spookier way than Sazh did before. One of the spectators leans over the railing and touches his hair. Gadot immediately jumps up to him and tries to pull him down but is stopped by the security. The moderator walks up to Gadot and grabs him by the arm.

Moderator: "Wow, wow, wow…so I see you are really not fooling around, right?"

Gadot: "I tell you man. Noone touches my hair." He looks into the camera and points directly at it. "Noone! So you better stay out of my way!"

The crowd begins to boo him. Gadot rises his arms and encourages them to go up with the volume.

Moderator: "Oh Gadot, so far you're on the right track, I suppose...now please...calm down, everybody...it's time for our next guests."

The crowd slowly become silent as Gadot sits down on the couch next to Snow.

Moderator: "Ok...with 14 and 17 years, they are our youngest candidates and want to bring a lot of imagination into the next weeks. One of them likes to be referred to as the "Silver Surfer" and the other one just prefers "Blue Magic". Please welcome...Hope Estheim and Yui Ren."

The two boys walk through the alley under thunderous applause and wave.

Moderator: "Hey there, guys. How are you two?"

Yui: "We're fine…a little nervous, maybe."

Moderator: "Ah, don't be…the others won't bite. So tell me. Whats the deal with you two?"

Hope: "Oh, it was my father's idea to get me in there. He thought I could make new friends here and give him all the money...should I win, of course."

The crowd bursts out in laughter.

Hope: "Hehe...a little joke. No, he's cool. I'd get around one per cent once I'm 18."

Moderator: "Gotta love your daddy, eh?. And what about you, Yui?"

Yui: "Just here for the magic and to spread some love." He slowly waves around with his arms.

Moderator: "That sounds...interesting. Good luck with that, my friend...all right...now it's about to get sweet and hot at the same time. Serah describes her sister Claire as "best sister ever". Claire says about her sister that "I would be nothing without her". The two strawberry-blondes are the definition of beauty, innocence and happiness as they are able to shine through the darkest place with their smile. I give you...Serah and Claire Farron a.k.a. the Farron sisters."

They both walk though the alley hand in hand and Serah waves around. Claire seems a little bit passive but rises her arm once.

Moderator: "Hello, you two. Now I really admire your hair. Such a vivid colour. And this is really natural, right?"

Claire: "Of course."

Serah: "Oh yes, we didn't do anything. That's how god made us."

Moderator: "Just beautiful. Now what are your ambitions for the next couple of weeks?"

Serah: "Well...at the end...being able to say, that we're having the funniest time of our life."

Claire: "And hopefully the money."

Moderator: "We'll see if you'll get your happy ending but I'll keep my fingers crossed."

Serah: "Thanks."

Moderator: "Time is getting short so off to our last fellow campaigner. She is 5'6 pure sex and sure as hell is going to get a lot of people to melt. The best for last, ladies and gentlemen...Lebreau Lafleur!"

Lebreau enters the stage and the crowd goes mad.

Moderator: "Damn...you really like to show a lot of you."

Lebreau: "Really? You think it's too much?"

Moderator: "I can't answer that question but I know the audience is already in love with you."

Lebreau: "Yay."

Moderator: "So as you are the last candidate. What are your final words to the world out there?"

Lebreau: "Should I leave this place as the winner, the first night in my cafe bar is on me!"

The crowd starts to scream her name.

Moderator: "Now that is an offer you can't refuse. Congrats on being the absolute frontrunner right away. All right...so it's time to move and get this party started! Candidates! Rise up and cleave your way into your new home. Thanks for watching dear viewers. We'll see each other again in one week, when the first candidate sadly has to leave the house. Until then...goodbye and farewell."