Brute sat on his sofa playing halo 3. Heavy metal blasting from the speakers. His girlfriend just broke up with him a week ago. And since then he couldn’t muster to do anything. He just sat there like a five year old glued to the tv. Mountains of junkfood corrupting the space around him.
His roommate entered. “Goddam*t, Brute. It’s been a week already. And you’re still sitting there.” Brute ignored him while driving his warthog around, splattering alien skulls. “The old Brute would just laugh about it. And start to find some new meat.” Brute knew that Fattie, his roommate was right. But there was something about Theresa that made him feel complete. And now she was gone. He grabbed the remote and raised the volume.
Fattie understood that he wouldn’t get trough to him. He just sighed as he clawed his way trough piles of garbage. “And they call me a pig then”, he thought as he stroke over his massive belly. “Agh” he thought . “Why do I care. If he just wants to sit their, crying like a little baby.” He pulled an already opened bottle of coke out of the fridge. He also found some leftovers from yesterdays meal. “ It would have to do” he said as he looked at the empty fridge.
He walked into his room sitting himself down behind his computer. He silently laughed as he heard Brute cursing. “Getting killed on easy difficulty.” He said shaking his head in disbelieve. “What a noob.” Fattie waited until his computer was up and running, while consuming the leftovers. Finally it was on, he thought as he took a sip from the coke. Surfing trough all sorts of shady sites.
Brute cursed again as the same dude killed him again. “It wasn’t fair” he thought as he threw his remote at the tv. Since she left him nothing seemed to work. Nothing seemed to make him happy ever again. Suddenly Fattie burst out of his room. “Brute, You’ve got to see this.” Brute looked at him his zipper clearly open, sweat dripping from his head. “No thanks.” he said. Fattie ignored the disgusted look on Brutes face as he closed his zipper. “No seriously, you’ve got to see this.”
“What’s so important that I have to see it” “Because, I’ve I would say it. You wouldn’t believe me” Brute had to admit that he was intrigued. But was It worth it to get up? He looked at the tv. It was like the game laughed at him, getting killed on easy difficulty. Brute sighed as he got up, turning the tv off. “I’m coming” he muttered as he started to find a route trough the rubbish. After what seemed an eternity he reached Fattie’s room. His massive body obscuring the monitor. “You really need to lose some weight Fattie” he said while he stood next to him. He was looking at a Live stream on some site, safely settled on the dark sides of the interwebs. “Shut up Brute. Just look.” Brute watched as a timer appeared on the screen. Counting down from ten. As he waited for the seconds to pass. He felt his curiosity increasing.
The timer hit zero. They saw a empty room appearing. Tattered giant curtains hanging from the ceiling. A chandelier hanging in the middle. Only half of the lights seemed to work. Brute had to concentrate. The stream wasn’t of superior quality. Hell it was even black and white. A figure appeared. Brute carefully observed the man. He was dressed in an old circus director suit complete with a high hat. It looked like he had been wearing the suit for years on end. A mask in the form of a smiling fox hiding his face.
“Hello viewers, nice to see you again” the mask said with a british accent. “I am your host, mister Fox. And welcome back to ‘The Game’ . As most of you have noticed this is a free stream. How can this be, you think. Are we tired of collecting money?” another figure appeared in the screen wearing a pig mask. Pouring wine into a glass, fox took the glass. The pig moved himself out of view. “Of course we are not. It is because this will be a new sort of game. In the previous game we had a few involuntary volunteers participating in our little game. ” Mr. fox and the room disappeared, Brute saw a play yard appearing. It was night. Lights appeared in the distance. Quickly closing the distance. “Oh my god!” Fattie said. “Are those children?” Brute couldn’t believe his eyes. It were indeed little kids holding flashlights, baseball clubs and sticks. They quickly climbed the little wooden castle in the sandpit. Suddenly a groaning appeared, quickly followed by dark shadows surrounding the castle. The kids started to scream even louder as they tried to push the shadows away. A kid was dragged from the castle, its screaming abruptly stopped as the shadowy figures grouped around the victim.
“Are those…..” Brute mumbled. It took Fattie a long time to come up with an answer. “Yes I think it’s The Disease.” He quietly said, still eying the horror on the screen. Memories flew trough Brutes mind. Newsflashes over the spread of The Disease, shocking movies of people going completely insane. But that was years ago. The Disease was now under control for many years. All research of The Disease was forbidden. It was given the death penalty in every country. Using The Disease for games? He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. That man was insane!
The video stopped and Mister Fox came back in the picture. He was taking a sip from his wine. Brute could almost hear his face go sour. Fox spitted the wine out and dropped his wine. The glass breaking into little pieces as it hit the floor. “The French will have to learn how to make good wine” He giggled. “But where was I?.... Ah yes, this time it’s going to be a little different. This time we are searching for volunteers to participate in our little game. But why would one want to join, you ask.”
The man with the pig mask appeared again, this time holding a black briefcase. “Because the winner of our game is going to get one million dollars.” Fox opened the briefcase. “That’s a lot of money,.” Fatty said. “We only accept one hundred participants to our little event. So that means, that you have a one in hundred chance of winning a million. That’s a lot better than just gambling isn’t it?... If you decide to enter ‘The Game’ just fill out the form on the site. We will do the rest.” The pig disappeared from the screen. “ So that’s all folks. See you back in a few months. And if you can’t wait so long I’ve got a new vid for you. Free of charge of course.”
A Girl appeared she couldn’t be older than fourteen. She was wearing two crossed swords on her back. And two guns. One strapped to each one of her legs. Not far from her there was a cage. Filled with people, all having The Disease. They roared and groaned, hands stretched out towards the girl. Without a warning the door opened. The infected immediately crawled out running towards the girl. The little girl just laughed as she ran towards them. She pulled out her pistols. The pistols barked red hot flames. Taking many of the infected down. She ran out of bullets, and in one flowing motion she pulled out her two swords and sliced a man’s head. The remaining infected quickly went down in a flurry of blades. The video zoomed in on the little girl. Her face splattered with blood. “Do you wanna play a game?”
The video ended. the girls bloody face still laughing into the camera. “That’s just f*cked up.” Fattie said. “Should we warn the authorities?” “Nope” Brute answered. “ It’s not our problem.”
The Pig walked towards mister Fox. “She did well. Didn’t she?” Fox asked looking at the video. “She learned from the best.” Pig replied. “Yes, she did.” Fox proudly said. She looked just like her mother. “What were you going to ask?” “I still have my doubts about advertising our activities, to get volunteers. We might get some unwanted attention.” “You worry too much old friend, just be happy that if everything goes well, you’re going to be extremely wealthy.” “But that’s only if we are going to get enough fools to participate.” Fox laughed “ There are a lot of desperate men in the world Mister pig. We will have enough players. We should hope that they make our game…… interesting.” _________
Welcome to my first rp as GM. I will try to make this as awesome as possible.
First some background.
The Disease is a sort of zombie virus. But not the romero kind, it's is more like those from 28 weeks later. (These are movies, if you don't know what i'm writing about. I would suggest to find some time to watch them) This means they can run, jump,.... everything a normal people can do with the exception of using tools.
The disease started in Japan. But the government of the world quickly saw the danger in it. And didn't take any chances. All known locations of the infected were obliterated. Great parts of asia went lifeless in the blink of an eye. Even in the industrialised countries, great parts were cleansed.
It is now a decade later. Civilisation is rebuilding itself, repairing the damage to the infrastructure, etc..; But crime rates are at an all time high; The prise of Medical care is spiraling out of contol. There are food riots, No freedom of speech, endless workshifts,...
This is the world you live in!
You have nothing to look forward to, the world is going to hell. But then there is a glimmer of hope as you see the video stream. This is your way out of here to get to the good life. After all what do you have to lose?
The only thing you have to do is outlive/kill the others. _______
rules:
- I will be the GM - Player deaths/ injuries can only be executed by the GM, unless you inflict them on your own character. - This will be a text thread. - You will be polite. - Only one will survive
Participants will fill in the character sheet:
Playername: character name: Age: Nationality: skills: Background:
I am trying to get 4-8 players in it. You will start rp-ing when I give the ok-sign.
I hope you will join. And don't forget to have fun! _______________ Players:
Playername: Scrazza Character name: Sid Age: 23 Nationality: English Skills: Fighting, hand to hand, thug fights. Appearance: Punk. hair: very short near the sides, longer on the top, scruffy hair, red colored tops. No piercings, no tatoos. Atletic build, medium muscular Background: Sid is an anarchist. Selfish, never backs away from a fight.
Playername:Lord of the ghosts Character name: Log, again, for short. Age: 14! Nationality: Navajo Native American Skills: OBSESSION OVER THE UNDEAD!!! Airsofts enough to be somewhat accurate with guns, and know (somewhat) how to use them. (Also larps enough to use a sword) Background: Log was a Goth kid, and wasn't the stereotypical goth, either. Yes he did wear vampire teeth (and still does) but had Steampunk gear to follow. Yes, he had an obsession with Vampires, but was overwritten with an obession with Zombies. He did nerdy stuff, too such as Dungeons and Dragons, and the like. (Anime ^_^) When he saw the 'Game' he loved it. He wanted to be with that girl in the video...
Playername: Commissar Nikev character name: Jack Lankat Age: 26 Nationality: American skills: Very good with throwing daggers/knives/shurikan. Very skilled with swords. Background: From when he could get his first job, Jack had been obssesed with knives, swords, maces, spears, and various other melee weapons and began buying them like a lunatic. Though due to the state of the current world he can't afford but a few swords and daggers that he cherishes as he practices many skills with devoute obsession.
Playername: Chowderhead13 character name: Dmitri Vlassov Age: 24 Nationality: Russian skills: Firearms (Automatic and Semi, mainly Assault Rifles and Pistols), Knives, Sword, Medicae, Poisons, High resistance to poisons. Apperance: 6'3", Broad shouldered, scarred, burned, goatee and beard combo, never smiles unless butchering his way through a crowd. Background: Dmitri was born into a home with 6 brothers and 2 sisters. The parents were alcoholics, and Dmitri joined a gang, where he stayed for 6 years. His weapon of choice was a massive broadsword which he stole from a museum. He was caught at the age of 18 by the Soviet government. He was told he could join the Military, or die for his crimes. He joined the military, and has become a Medic after basic training. He became adept at poisons after learning about the human body. After leaving the military, he foud himself in the Gangs once more, poisoning his enemies with his deadly concoctions, and developing immunities to the vials of death he works with daily. One morning he woke, and was greeted by a face he couldn't quite understand. The face placed a cloth over his mouth, and slowly chuckled. Now, instead of fighting for his country, Dmitri must fight for his freedom.
Player Name: Shas'ui T'au Kais (Kais for short) Character Name: Falco Vax Age: 19 Nationality: English Skills: Terrific marksman, stealthy, agile, can free run. Background: He was once a normal boy, living with his mother, and his father was in the army. Occasionally his dad tought him some skills he obtained from the army, Falco was agile anyway, and these skills made him even more capable. One day his dad obtained a serious injury, and the army let him go. Falco's family soon went into a very poor state, and became beggars. His dad one day found Falco a skull mask, and Falco treasured it forever. His parents died in a Hobo war, and Falco was left to run, and steal, to stay alive. He never takes his mask off. Appearance: Fairly tall, wearing a black hoody, jeans, and thin fingerless gloves.
Playername: Ghosty character name: Special Agent Sergei 'Grinning' Portesque Age: 29 Nationality: Russian-American descent. skills: Trained spec ops soldier. Specialises in sniping. Background: Conceived during the full swing of the outbreak, Sergei never knew his father, who was lost amongst the thousands of other unaccounted victims of 'the disease'. His mother brought him up as best she could in the aftermath society, but with so much death, and so much sorrow in everything he saw as a child, Sergei grew to have a jaded outlook on life. With no real qualifications, Sergei joined the military, who had sustained heavy losses during the outbreak. Here he found his true calling, and quickly rose through the ranks from scout sniper, to part of a paramilitary organisation that worked in conjunction with the American Government. He has garnered his nickname for a nasty scar across his jawline.
Player Name: Fitzz character name:James "Jimmy Jump"Freeman Age: 28 Nationality: American skills: Excellent combatant,highly proficient in hand to hand,expert with all small arms,extremely athletic & fast. Background: Jimmy was born into the poverty and violence of one of Americas largest post "disease" ghettos. After the murder of their Mother when Jimmy was 8,he and his older brother William (Billy) had to survive in the unforgiving squalor as best they could. Growing up was a day to day fight for existence in the ghetto,and Jimmy and his brother soon fell in with a local street gang,robbing homes and dealing drugs simply to survive. For a brief moment Jimmy saw a light at the end of the tunnel,his natural athletic skills could perhaps be used to elevate him into a position of being picked by one of the States sports collectives,but after Billy was shot and killed by a rival gang member,Jimmy,driven by anger,turned his back on any hope he had of escaping the ghettos and dedicated his life to criminal pursuits. Appearance: Jimmy is tall,6'4" and powerfully built yet quick and agile (hence the nickname),he is clean shaven and attractive in a way that makes women notice him,having garnered some minor success as a drug dealer,Jimmy often wears all black suits.
Playername: Scrazza
Character name: Sid
Age: 23
Nationality: English
Skills: Fighting, hand to hand, thug fights.
Appearance: Punk. hair: very short near the sides, longer on the top, scruffy hair, red colored tops. No piercings, no tatoos. Atletic build, medium muscular
Background: Sid is an anarchist. Selfish, never backs away from a fight.
*GASP*
YES YES YES!!!
This is freaking epic!!!
I gak you not, I just had a goregasm. (It's like a nerdgasm, just with zombies/horror stuff)
(Hey is this anyhow related to my fail zombie rp?)
Playername:Log, for short.
Character name: Log, again, for short.
Age: 14!
Nationality: Navajo Native American
Skills: Assassin. No need to say more.
Background: Log is a member of the shadow ghosts, a mercernary group that works for the police. In short, they kill anyone they are payed for, and are know for their young members and odd fighting style.
Playername: Commissar Nikev
character name: Jack Lankat
Age: 26
Nationality: American
skills: Very good with throwing daggers/knives/shurikan. Very skilled with swords.
Background: From when he could get his first job, Jack had been obssesed with knives, swords, maces, spears, and various other melee weapons and began buying them like a lunatic. Though due to the state of the current world he can't afford but a few swords and daggers that he cherishes as he practices many skills with devoute obsession.
Playername: Chowderhead13
character name: Dmitri Vlassov
Age: 24
Nationality: Russian
skills: Firearms (Automatic and Semi, mainly Assault Rifles and Pistols), Knives, Sword, Medicae, Poisons, High resistance to poisons.
Apperance: 6'3", Broad shouldered, scarred, burned, goatee and beard combo, never smiles unless butchering his way through a crowd.
Background: Dmitri was born into a home with 6 brothers and 2 sisters. The parents were alcoholics, and Dmitri joined a gang, where he stayed for 6 years. His weapon of choice was a massive broadsword which he stole from a museum. He was caught at the age of 18 by the Soviet government. He was told he could join the Military, or die for his crimes. He joined the military, and has become a Medic after basic training. He became adept at poisons after learning about the human body. After leaving the military, he foud himself in the Gangs once more, poisoning his enemies with his deadly concoctions, and developing immunities to the vials of death he works with daily. One morning he woke, and was greeted by a face he couldn't quite understand. The face placed a cloth over his mouth, and slowly chuckled. Now, instead of fighting for his country, Dmitri must fight for his freedom.
Godammit wish I'd seen this earlier! Anyway Sillyboy ol' pal I'm in.
Player Name: Shas'ui T'au Kais (Kais for short)
Character Name: Falco Vax
Age: 19
Nationality: English
Skills: Terrific marksman, stealthy, agile, can free run.
Background: He was once a normal boy, living with his mother, and his father was in the army. Occasionally his dad tought him some skills he obtained from the army, Falco was agile anyway, and these skills made him even more capable. One day his dad obtained a serious injury, and the army let him go. Falco's family soon went into a very poor state, and became beggars. His dad one day found Falco a skull mask, and Falco treasured it forever. His parents died in a Hobo war, and Falco was left to run, and steal, to stay alive. He never takes his mask off.
Appearance: Fairly tall, wearing a black hoody, jeans, and thin fingerless gloves.
His dad one day found Falco a skull mask, and Falco treasured it forever. He never takes his mask off.
Appearance: Fairly tall, wearing a black hoody, jeans, and thin fingerless gloves.
Ok, it's time to start. If other players would like to join, do it quick!
In your first rp, you will start at the beginning. Describing a normal day in your characters life. Until you see or hear about Mister Fox and the game and decide to join. You can take several post for this. This is so that people would now what you character is all about, and how he/she is like.
Falco looked through the window to check noone was inside, before silently opening it and crawling inside. He had enough food for the time being already, but it would'nt be bad to have some more on hand. As soon as he walked into the living room he noticed the TV was still on.
"F**king waste of electricity," he muttered as he watched what was unfolding on the screen.
It started off with two people wearing some animal masks., talking about a game, but then the scene changed to one of untold horror. Pople running away from beasts in the distance. Falco leant in closer and a chill ran down his spine.
"Dear God..."
They were savages, people affected by the disease, infected ones...zombies. Falco stumbled backwards as his brain acknowledged what he just saw. He was about to turn the TV off and leave when the scene switched back to the masked men. They spoke some more, and Falco's mouth dropped wide open.
They were offering a million if you were a partiocicpant and you won. There would be one hundred people in it, all in for the money. Falco thought, if he won that money, he would never have to steal again, or run away.
He would be free.
He turned TV off just after they announced how you could enter. Falco was going to write a letter to enter. He walked into the study and took an envelope and some paper, and wrote a form. He took it, walked over to the window, hopped back through it, and left. He found a postbox, posted the letter, and ran back into the forest nearby.
"Jack" came a call that was ignored, "JAaaaaaack" came the call again. Jack continued to sharpen his blade, trying to use the task to ignore the call. "JACK DAMNIT ANSWER ME!". Jack stopped and turned around to see the phantom standing in his bedroom doorway, "I think I know of something you should see." The phantom smiled, it was a menacing smile on a hard face. The phantom was of a old dead Russian soldier who had been trapped on earth for his crimes during the war, Jack tried to block out what the reasons were. "What is it?" Jack asked, putting down his ceremonial short-sword to talk to the phantom. "Turn on the T.V. to this channel." said the phantom as he moved toward the T.V. Turning it on, Jack saw the display of the people using the Disease, watching as it was an ordinary show. He'd heard much worse stories from the phantom that haunted him. "Maybe you should join," the phantom teased, " You may be able to get to see that doctor who says he can get rid of me, but, of course I'll never leave you, not until you join me in the afterworld to burn for eternity." Jack looked over at the K98 he had in his corner that he foolishly let the phantom talk him into buying when he wondered if they would let him bring that during the contest. "I'll see you burn in the holy lights of heaven as the doctor burns your retched soul from my sight you damned Daemon." Jack replied as he began filling out the entrance forms.
(Is me having a phantom haunting me alright? I didn't put it in my character sheet...or the K98......I mostly hit the basics with the sheet as I was pretty tired....Let me know if this stuff is alright to have Sillyboy Thanks.)
Dmitri was in combat when he started to see the images. When raiding a Chechnyan Rebel compound. The eerie black and white images would flicker, show someone getting devoured, the switch to the face. Dmitri would have nightmares thinking of this face.
While he slept, the face came to him. The face was smiling, like it always had been. Dmitri smiled. The gun went off, the figure staggered back, and Dmitri smiled again. Unloading a full magazine of his AK-74, the man went down. Content, he went to sleep.
The face was back the next night, but this time, with some help. The last image of Dmitri's normal life was the swinging bat towards his face.
With the cool steel of what appeared to be a large handgun pressed to the back of his skull, Dmitri signed the paperwork.
'Luna! No, don't leave! No, no, no! Please don't leave me!'
Log had that dream again. He loved that dream and hated it just as much.
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if Hope has flown away....
Log could not remember the rest. He never could, even though he thought of Edgar Allen Poe as a teacher...
The world has died,
And then Revived.
(OOC: I am too tired to finish; I will finish tomorrow.)
Falco silently crept trough the alley. Piles of garbage and vermin filling the street. He hoped that the info was correct. If not he would teach henderson a lesson. After some searching in the dim light of his flashlight he found the backdoor of the Jeweler. With shaking hands he entered the code. He waited for an alarm to go off. But instead a green light appeared and the door unlocked himself. It seemed that Henderson wouldn't recieve a beating afterall.
Falco silently walked trough the building. He found the mainroom filled with diamants and gold. Falco smiled, this could feed him for several years. He quickly turned around when he heared a man coughing. He looked right in the face of a wolf's mask. "What's up with the mask?" Falco whispered, slowly reaching for his dagger. The man reached in his vest, his hand came back out with a letter.
"Falco Vax" the wolf asked. "Who wants to know?" The man ignored him. "A few months ago you entered "The Game". We are here to collect you." It took Falco some time to remember. "Ofcourse, Mister Fox and stuff." The mask nodded. Falco looked around the wealth in the room filling his eyes. "I'm sorry man." He said. "But as you see i've found something better." The man sighed. "There's nothing you can do. You have entered." "Okay no problems then" Falco said. "After you." Falco waited until the turned himself around. He quickly pulled his knife out, trying to stab the man. But another hand grabbed his arm. Another wolf had appeared out of the shadow. Before Falco realised it, a pain erupted in his neck. The wolfs laughed as they showed him the syringe. "Goddamm*t where the last things on his mind before everything went black.
Player event: Nikev
Jack sat in his crummy room. A coach and table were the only things filling the void. He stared at his K98. Phantom giggeled in his ear. "Come on boy!" He said. "I'll promise you it won't hurt. It'll be over in the blink of an eye. .... trust me." Jack could swear he could reek the vague smell of Wodka coming out of his mouth. It seemed to fill the entire room. Maybe he would do it, eveything to get rid of the dead russian and his smelly perfume. "Phantom?" He asked for the thousand time. "Who are you?" The russian just smiled, as always. One day jack would wipe that smile from his face. But not now.
Someone knocked at the door. Jack took his gun and walked to the door. "Who's there?" he yelled. "Open it, and you'll know" a voice answered. Phantom looked at jack "I've got nothing to do with this, I swear!" Jack opened the door. Two men appeared before him both wearing a wolf mask. One was holding a camera, zooming onto his face. "Jack lankat?" The first wolf asked. "They were here" Jack tought. He laughed. "Phantom meet your end! It is coming" he said. "We will see." The russian replied taking a sip from a wodka bottle.
Jack could almost hear the puzzelment of the wolfs. It wasn't the first time that people looked at him like this. "I'm Jack" He simply answered. "You know why we are here? the wolf asked, ignoring the fact that jack was talking into thin air. Jack nodded. The first wolf grabbed a syringe from his coat. "Just procedures" He said. Jack welcomed the darkness filling his mind. The smell of wodka completly gone.
Player event: Chowderhead
The pig looked at the soldier, siging the paperwork. He wasn't excactly what you would call a volunteer. But the viewers always liked a man with experience. Somehow it made them feel safe betiing their money. All the other volunteers were the scum of the earth, thiefs and psychopaths. This man stood no chance, Pig thought.
Dimitri had finished filling in the forms. "I did it. Now let me go!" The man with the pig mask walked towards him. Putting the signed forms in his briefcase. "Oh no, It has just begun." The pig laughed. A needle pieced his skin. "Not again" Dimitri thought.
Event
Jack woke up his head still pounding. He made it. Even Phantom sitting on top of his bunkbed couldn't throw him out of his good mood. Jack looked around, other person were sleeping in the room. A man appeared. "Ah, good morning" the mans said. "Where am I?" Jack asked abruptly. "Dude if i knew that!. The only thing i know is that we are surrounded." "Surrounded with what?" "Water just water" He said. "I'm Brute by the way." The man said. Jack shook his hand. "Where can i find some food around here?" _____ information:
You are all aboard the ship "Melissande". Fox is gathering all players on that boat, in preparation of the game. All of you have been stripped of weapons. And are constantly beeing watched by camera's.
And do not forget,there will only be one survivor.
(Hey dude was I supposed to be in Nikev's event? Cos if so I wear a skull mask, just sayin' Anyway good event. So are we in the same room as eachother?)
Log woke up. He hated waking up. His dreams were too wonderful to leave...
Yet they did.
Specter, an older member, simply said;
"Luna?"
'Yes'
Luna always haunted his dreams. She was more of a ghost now then she was back then...
At least to Log.
It was three in the afternoon. Log slept for days at times...
The television was on; looking for new prey.
Suddenly, the television went to static- it did that alot- and came to another channel.
'That girl!'
"What?" Specter was started.
"Luna."
He saw that girl... the one with the swords and guns...
He knew she was Luna.
Sid turned round, and saw Derrick waving him over. Sid walked the streets, towards Derrick and Michael, two fellow anarchists. They were in a gang together for several years now.
"What's going on, guys?" Sid greeted the two punks.
" 'S all good, Sid." Michael said. "we saw some squatters behind the corner, reckon we can take 'em?"
"Let's have a look then." Sid said, walking towards the corner.
Sid held his baseball bat loosely in his left hand, the other hand holding a cigarette. He peeked around the corner. Four squatters were watching a t.v. show from behind the windows of a t.v. shop. He didn't see what they were looking at, that didn't interest Sid. The only thing he was concerned about were those squatters. Three of them against four squatters. Sid reckoned he could take them.
He nodded at Derrick and Michael, who took there small weapons out. Derrick took his shiv, and Michael took out his boxing irons.
The squatters hadn't seen them, they were too busy with the tv show. Sid walked calmly around the corner, trying hard not to rush in there. Derrick and Michael at his heels, he picked up speed as they were closing in.
He calmed down when just behind the first squatter. He gripped his baseball bat two handed, took a swing and cracked the first squatters skull. The other three didn't realize what happened, and simply ran away in terror. Michael and Derrick ran after them, improvised weapons swinging.
Sid looked with disgust at the dead squatter at his feet, then looked up at the windows of the shop. He saw some gruesome footages, then a creature of some kind, apparently called Fox appeared. He blabbered some words, and then he mentioned the money. A million in cash, Sid didn't plan to let that go.
He looked around, no sign of Derrick and Michael. Good thing they didn't see this, he thought. He would have to share the money with them, if he survived. No, Sid was doing this all by himself, all for himself.
(Godammit forgot to put something on my char sheet, I'll just edit it now. As I forgot to put one of Falco's major skills down, very skillful with a blade. Believe me, this helped Falco so much in RZ&LWC)
Faco's eye opened, and immediately he started cursing himself inside. How did he let them do that? How could he be so clumsy as not to notice the other Wolf? Because of that he was stuck in this game, and he would only leave if he won. Against 99 others? The odds were not good. Falco would have to take them one at a time. None of them have the skills he has. Do they?
He cleared his head of those thoughts, they would not help him, and finally surveyed the room he as in. Thankfully he was still wearing his mask, and in the exact clothes that he always wears, and te ones he was captured in. He was lying on a bed, in a room with a few others. The walls were just grey, and there was only a sofa and a TV in this room. The other people were on beds too. Great, these must be his competition. He wondered what the rules would be. Would he have to physically fight them? Or would the winner just be the last person left alive from the zombies? He did not know. But for now at least they were his allies.
Falco wondered how they were brought here. Did they sign up for it happily? Were they brought here against thier will like he was? Questions bounced around in Falco's head. He put his hands to his head, and tried to clear his head like his father tought him long ago, to concentrate. Hmph, his father. Oh what he would think if he knew what situation he was in. If he won though, all his problems would be sorted out.
Know he tried to make the others in the room acknowledge he was here. He sat up and walked over to the TV.
"What's on then?" he said, and the others started to stir.
He turned the TV on and sat down to watch TV when he saw something that sent a spill down his spine.
"Hello, how do you like your accomadation then, Falco?" a man in a Fox mask said.
Log looked at the men before him. For reasons unknown he didn't felt comfortable under the gaze of the wolfmasks. He ignored his own feelings, they weren't important.
"So, im going to meet her, if i sign this?" Log looked at the camera monitoring his every move. Who was watching, he tought? The wolfs nodded "You will meet her." they promised.
Log smiled, finally he would know why she haunted his dreams. He signed the forms with blistering speed.
The wolfs took the contract. One pulled a syringe out of a container. Log streched his hands out. Ignoring the sting.
He fel in the darkness surrounded by the laughter of Luna.
The wolfs looked at the litlle goth kid. "That kid is messed up" one said. "Who was that girl he kept asking about."
"I have no idea, and i don't care." Said the other wolf, throwing log on his shoulder. "Just hurry up, There are still others we have to collect."
Player event: scrazza
Sid looked at the wolfs, one of then pulling the mask back on his face. A dark blue spot filling his right cheek. The injured wolf glared at him.
"Beating me up, do you? litlle punk" the man yelled. Drops of saliva flying on Sid face. "That'll teach you for killing my mates, and if i wasn't strapped onto a chair, i would kill you!" he yelled at the wolfs.
The wolf punched him in the stumach. "You'll kill me? you will kill me?" the wolf yelled throwing a punch after each word.
The second wolf blocked his last punch. "Leave him. He still has to play." The first wolf laughed. "Oh, it will give me so much joy to see you in little pieces, live on the TV."
"The TV?" Sid asked. The wolf looked at him. "You're Sid right? Feth all you gangers look alike." Sid suddenly remembered. "Yea i'm that guy." Sid looked at his mates. It seemed that he wouldn't
have to share afterall. The second wolf pulled out a syringe. But before he could plant it in Sid the injured wolf stopt him.
"Dude, i have to sedate him!" "Don't worry." The first wolf said grabbing sids baseball bat. "I'll just use this "forget-me-stick" he grinned.
Sid cursed his bad luck.
Event
Falco looked at Mister Fox in the television. "Hello, how do you like your accomadation then, Falco?" He asked. "Uhm... good" he said, not sure if the man could here him.
"Good to here." The mask said. Fox dissapeared and a helicopter appeared. "There are more, and more coming Falco." Fox voice said. "Are you sure you're going to make it?"
Falco watched as the helicopter landed on a large boat. he realised this was there boat, as he could here the thumping sound. "I make a good chance" Falco bravely stated.
"I hope you are right. It would be bad to die here afterall!" The voice giggeled. Falco looked as a little goth kid was dragged out of the helicopter, together with a bunch of other people.
Falco hoped he could live up to his statement.
You are one of the other people being dragged of the chopper. I probably should have rp'ed that in to it.
I tought it would be clear. Oh well i just learned another valuable lesson. It's all in the details.
Playername: Ghosty
character name: Special Agent Sergei 'Grinning' Portesque
Age: 29
Nationality: Russian-American descent.
skills: Trained spec ops soldier. Specialises in sniping.
Background: Conceived during the full swing of the outbreak, Sergei never knew his father, who was lost amongst the thousands of other unaccounted victims of 'the disease'. His mother brought him up as best she could in the aftermath society, but with so much death, and so much sorrow in everything he saw as a child, Sergei grew to have a jaded outlook on life. With no real qualifications, Sergei joined the military, who had sustained heavy losses during the outbreak. Here he found his true calling, and quickly rose through the ranks from scout sniper, to part of a paramilitary organisation that worked in conjunction with the American Government. He has garnered his nickname for a nasty scar across his jawline.
IC: The phone rang.
A man, in his late twenties turned in his small bed, desperately trying to stay sleeping. He twitched again, before finally giving up and haphazardly reaching out in the direction of his electronic tormentor.
"mmm?"
"Special Agent Portesque?"
"Mmm"
"Command has requested your presence for an assignment that requires your skills. A car will be waiting outside in 600 seconds. I suggest you get out of bed, soldier."
Sergei dropped the phone, unconscious of where it landed (In a half eaten bag of crisps, as fate would have it) and rubbed his eyes. 600 seconds to get ready.
That was 10 minutes.
In 10 minutes time Sergei would have to look presentable to a commanding officer.
"Balls."
Pulling himself out of his bed, and stumbled through the inky darkness like a petulant child, tripping on the various pitfalls and traps that nights veil made of detritus laying on the floor, Sergei made it into his small bathroom. Pulling the cord, the light bulb flickered on. In the artificial light, he examined his face. The shadows exacerbated the scar that drew it's snaking course from the left side of his mouth to his cheekbone, giving him the image of a lopsided smile. Carefully manoeuvring his razor across his face, Sergei removed the stubble that had grown overnight, before he splashed his face with the water in his sink.
Apparently satisfied with his image, Sergei turned to the door, and carefully removed his military suit from it's plastic wrappings. He pulled it on, and slipped on a pair of black, shining shoes. Then, with ceremonial pride, he placed his beret onto his head. Checking the time, Sergei smartly walked out of his dingy apartment, and into the cold night.
Sergei walked smartly into the conference room of the large military compound he called home 120 days a year. It felt more like home than his actual home did. Here there were no prejudices, no grumpy neighbours, no young couples who made love as loud as humanely possible, just as Sergei was about to drift off into sleep. The compounds residents respected him, they were friendly to him. Hell, he would even go so far to say that the members of his squad were his best and only friends.
The conference rooms’ long oblong table, built to accommodate up to thirty people around it comfortably, was today sparsely populated. Only three people sat in the leather upholstered chairs today, a fourth chair having been pulled out opposite them. Sergei saluted automatically, recognising the three people as high ranking officials. He spotted the high brigadier of the Military organisation, DEFCOM, which he was a part of, whose waxed grey moustache, and jovial expression belied the cold heart of a killer that beat beneath. Next to him was the Vice Chancellor and secretary of state, a small and rotund man, in a pinstripe suit. And finally, sitting slightly apart from the other two, was a man he did not recognise; his body was muscled and bulged underneath his black suit. His hair, also black was slicked back with grease, and whose aviator specs covered his eyes. Alerted instantly, Sergei realised he was not going on a normal mission.
“Ah, Special Agent Portesque,” said the commander, “I’m sure you’ve met Vice Chancellor Fillips before, surely?”
Sergei nodded automatically. Many assignments had been executed over the orders of the man sitting in front of him.
“And this, is Special Agent Honby. I believe he is in the same line of work as you, dealing with delicate situations.” Continued the Brigadier.
Sergei looked over at the man. How many hours of fieldwork had this scrub been in? He couldn’t imagine it was anywhere near half of that he had been on. Damn amateurs.
“Now, we must skip any further pleasantries, and continue onto the briefing. As of 7 hours ago, a broadcast was transmitted across several channels worldwide from an unknown location. The particulars of how they did this, is not of your concern, but the content of this transmission is of grave consequence. We do not have the time, nor the technology available at this given moment to track the signal effectively, so instead, we must place our faith in chance.”
The Brigadier paused, and motioned to a telescreen that had been placed upon the table. The screen flickered on, and a recording of ‘the game’ played to Sergei. Once the broadcast finished, Sergei turned back to the officials opposite.
“As you can see, this is certainly a delicate situation.” Said the Vice Chancellor. “We need the best to enter this ‘game’ and hunt down this masked character, by any means necessary. That is the mission. We have already filled out your form of entry, and we just need your signature. Honby is already entering, and we need another, preferably you, to ensure that this job is done. You will be going deep undercover, so expect no further back up, at least, not until we discern the location of your whereabouts. I suggest you get some sleep Portesque, this assignment may very well be the hardest you have ever taken.”
Sergei nodded, signed the waver, and stood back up. He saluted once again, and turned to Honby.
“I’ll see you in the field.”
With that, Sergei turned and left, heading back to his house as dawn broke on a new day.
I decided to go with a different approach to the whole shenanigan. I aint playing the game for the cash, I'm playing the game for the opportunity to take down a dangerous terrorist who is using a deadly viral weapon.
I just need one bullet from 1 mile away...
But alas! Who knows what will happen on this island!
Jack looked at brute as he began rambling on, his mouth forming the words but the sounds beginning to fade. The color disappearing from the room Brute's figure began to ripple and changed into the form of Jack's hated Russian phantom. "Вы никогда не будете выигрывать эту игру. Вы умрете то же самое как ваша сестра." Came the taunt from the phantom's mouth. "I told you never to speak of that." Jack glared at the russian, "Why do you insist on bringing that up when I told you to forget that.". The phantom smiled "Вы - немилость, Вы имеете право умирать точно так же как ваша сестра!" The phantom shouted at him, his form getting more ghastly and hellish. Jack, hands trembling with anger, Jumped from his seat "I'll Kill YOU , YOU SON OF A B*TCH!". Tackling the phantom, Jack began to throw speedy punches into the Russian's face. First with a right hook followed by a quick jab with his left. The Russian shoved him off of him, making him roll to the left. Jack got back up and charged again, though when he looked back toward the phantom, it was surrounded by Daemons. "Denjo Namin Kad?" one of them spoke, looking toward the others. In a fearful anger assault, Jack charged the group of Daemons. Mainly concentrating on the Phantom he made a hard right swing but was interrupted by a knee to the stomach. Jack doubled over and began coughing and trying to regain his breath as he got up off the floor, re-raising his hands to continue fighting. Winded and weakened Jack lunged forward at the Russian Phantom once more, a sharp pain striking his neck as his body went limp. He fell to the floor and the light began to fade from his eyes, his last sights were of the thin black sleeveless jacket, tight black T-shirt, and his black cargo pants that he'd been wearing.
The shock of waking up shook the now former soldier harshly. He looked around, and found he had a note taped to his hand. "Good luck!" It read, with what appeared to be a lipstick mark on the paper. Great, he thought. Just fething great.
He searched the small area where he was for anything he could find. He found nothing, besides a cold bunk with a hard mattress.
"поймите меня ебут отсюда! (Get me out of here!) screamed Dmitri. Then he realized he was not alone. There were others in the room. Were they dragged here as well, he wondered. For now, he had to be content with hiding under his bed, for fear that the man in the smiling mask might find him. Under the bed, he found a small tape recorder. Hitting play, just for fun, he heard a noise that he wish he didn't. It was his wife's.
"Дмитрий! Они собираются убить меня! спаси меня! Ой! они мне больно! (Dmitri! They are going to kill me! Save me! Gah! Get off me...)" The voice cuts out as a more cold, much more sinister voice cuts into the screaming and banging. "So, Dmitri, you know what the stakes are. Good luck! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The rest of the tape is static. Dmitri spent the night in a fetal position, scared to death. When he awoke, he was a different man. He was cold, ruthless, and most of all, a man with a purpose. To see his wife.
(OOC: I figured giving Dmitri something to fight for would both give him a reason to fight, and some good backstory for sillyboy to manipulate...)
@ fitzz you are more then welcome. Just draw up your charactersheet, ans start your first rp.
Player event Ghosty
Sergei watched the door. Scratching noises coming from the lock. They were here. "Finally" he muttered. He had been locked up in this house for over a month now. It was time to get out. He opened the door. Two men in wolfmasks jumped up anxiously. One of the aiming a tasergun a him. "Mister Portesque?" the first wolf asked. Sergei nodded, looking at the masks. For reasons unknown he felt his hart pumping loudly.
"We are here to collect you." Sergei nodded again. A syringe appeared filled with a transparent liquid. "I'm going to put you to sleep" the wolf said. Sergei simply streched his arm out. The wolfs seemed happy, that he wasn't making a fuzz about it. "Did those two collect everyone? Or are they a part of something bigger?" He wondered. He would find the answers soon enough. His mind went blank.
The wolfs looked at the sleeping participant. "He's a bit weird isnt he?" The second wolf raised his shoulders. "All the volunteers are crazy, if you ask me." Sergei was a big fellow as they both dragged him to the black van. "He looks a bit like the Joker with that scar. Doesn't he?" "Who?" "Nevermind." Just start the van. The wolf forgot that the first wolf didn't like his fascination with comic books from before The Disease
Sergei was still a bit fuzzy in his head wen he woke up. The sound of the helicopter hammering him at every second. Sergei carefuly glanced around. In the helicopter lay ten men, all unconsious. He decided that is was best to pretend he still was sleeping. He looked outside and saw a boat in the distance. He knew that he was one step closer.
@ chowder That is indeed some very nice leverage. It also makes sense as your character is the only one who didn't volunteer. I'm now thinking of ways to exploit this
"So, the contestants are being rounded up one by one, and soon all will be here for the games. Speaking of the games, when do they start Mister Fox?"
"Oh, you will know soon enough. Anyway, all the participants are being rounded up one by one. Some of them are proving to be quite interesting. Where are my manners? Enough about them. I want to know a bit more about you, Falco."
"What? Me?"
"Yes. Remember that this is on live TV, we need to find some things interesting about you. Where did you come from? Who were your parents? Why do you want to be in the games."
"Well to be perfectly honest I am not obliged to answer those questions. It's my history, and I wish to keep it secret."
"Oh, mister mystery are you, Falco Vax? I can work with that. What are your skills?"
"To quote: spoilers. THat would be telling."
"Oh, just to add to the mystery, mister Vax. Anyway, I must be moving on. I have 99 other people to talk to mister Vax, I do get quite rushed. This job isn't easy you know."
Player Name: Fitzz
character name:James "Jimmy Jump"Freeman
Age: 28
Nationality: American
skills: Excellent combatant,highly proficient in hand to hand,expert with all small arms,extremely athletic & fast.
Background: Jimmy was born into the poverty and violence of one of Americas largest post "disease" ghettos.
After the murder of their Mother when Jimmy was 8,he and his older brother William (Billy) had to survive in the unforgiving squalor as best they could.
Growing up was a day to day fight for existence in the ghetto,and Jimmy and his brother soon fell in with a local street gang,robbing homes and dealing drugs simply to survive.
For a brief moment Jimmy saw a light at the end of the tunnel,his natural athletic skills could perhaps be used to elevate him into a position of being picked by one of the States sports collectives,but after Billy was shot and killed by a rival gang member,Jimmy,driven by anger,turned his back on any hope he had of escaping the ghettos and dedicated his life to criminal pursuits.
Appearance: Jimmy is tall,6'4" and powerfully built yet quick and agile (hence the nickname),he is clean shaven and attractive in a way that makes women notice him,having garnered some minor success as a drug dealer,Jimmy often wears all black suits.
Jimmy paced around his small apartment anxiously,waiting for the phone to ring.
Through blind luck Tiny Dave had struck a deal for over 200 kilos of " Downtown White" and as soon as Jimmy received the call he would know exactly when and where he and Tiny could make the pick up.
" Dammit Jimmy sit down...your making me nervous"a young woman who was seated on a small sofa said " You need to relax...Tiny will call you when he knows what the deal is."
Jimmy stared at the woman for a moment " B**** Don't tell me what to do in my house,if I feel like dancing I'll fething do it...you get me."
The woman shrugged and lit a cigarette " Fine...give yourself a heart attack...ain't none of my business."
Jimmy poured himself a drink and turned to the woman " Look Heather,do you even realize how much money I stand to make here...this deal is my ticket to the big time..no more nickle and diming,no more small time hustlin...I'll be a king."
Heather rolled her eyes " And where does that leave me Jimmy?..I sure ain't going to be your queen...not with all the girls you got chasing you...I'll just be another notch on your bedpost."
Jimmy slammed back his drink " Girl...you knew from the gate I ain't looking for no fething relationship...I got to look out for me...I got to get mine."
" Yeah Jimmy...I know..I got to get mine to" Heather said with a small smile.
" Look...I'm going to make sure you got what you need" Jimmy said " It ain't like I'm just going to toss ya out ."
"So you say." Heather replied.
Before Jimmy could say anything...the phone begin to ring.
Jimmy rushed to the kitchen counter and scooped up his phone.
" Tiny?...That you man?" Jimmy asked anxiously.
No reply came and Jimmy frowned for a moment.
" Tiny?...is that you?...what the feth is going on man?!" Jimmy said ,his voice rising.
After a brief moment,Tiny's voice came through the small speaker "...Yeah...It's me..umm..the deals set...we're good to go."
Jimmy frowned again,Tiny was acting strange and that put Jimmy on guard " What's the problem man ?...you sound sort of shook up." Jimmy asked.
" Problem?" Jimmy replied "..There's no problem...I'm..err...just a bit nervous handling all this product...you know how the State feels about drug distribution."
Jimmy nodded to himself,the laws were pretty harsh.
"Relax man" Jimmy said " We are going to be on easy street soon enough...plenty of cash to buy the police."
Tiny offered a short bizzare laugh " Yeah...I guess your right."
" So wheres the pick up at?" Jimmy asked.
" The pick up?" came Tinys reply.
" Yeah Mother Fether..the pick up...where do I need to meet you?" Jimmy said becoming impatient.
" Oh." Tiny laughed " Meet me and Macy's old Warehouse in thirty minutes."
" Macy's?..Ok I'll be there." Jimmy said " You just relax and think about all the money we're going to make."
" Yeah..I will." Tiny said hanging up.
" Dudes coming unwrapped." Jimmy thought " Might need to cancel him as a business partner soon."
Jimmy turned to Heather " I got to go...deals set."
The woman nodded at Jimmy " Ok...I guess I'll see you later...maybe."
" I'll be back" Jimmy said " We'll go out...do some celebrating."
Heather nodded " Be careful Jimmy."
Jimmy smiled " I'm always careful" he said as he stepped out the apartments front door.
Jack woke again and was laying on the cot again. Raising up a second time, he put his hands on his head and brushed them through his shaggy black hair. His natural hair was a light brown, but black was harder to see in the night. He sat for a while while his head stopped swimming. He looked around to see his surroundings and found a few harsh looks from a few other people.
OOc: I have no clue where I am right now, I'll just RP I'm in a room, beaten senseles. If that's okey for you. And I don't know what's going on with Derrick and Micael, I just made them up for the intro, whitout the intention of them being NPC for the remainder of the story. Are they dead or are they with me?
BIC
Sid woke up, his vision woozy, he tried to stand up, but h lost his balance, and fell over against a wall. His vision swayed, That Wolf did beat him up good. He wondered where Hhis two mates were.
He raised his hand to his head. He felt something wet. He retracted his hand, and studies it. Blood. They did bang him up good.
Minutes later his vision somewhat returned to him. He was able to study the room he was in. It was like a jail. There was one door, and no windows. Only an air vent at the ceiling, three meters above him. There was a small window slit in the cell door. Sid saw two eyes spying him. They didn't look human. Whatever this freakshow was, he would survive this. And win the cash. The creature spying him noticed Sid was looking straight at him, and retracted his vision from the slit, closing it.
Sid put his attention back on the cell he was in. Insane scramblings covered the wall.
'Kill the Fox!'
'I don't feel so well, Alice..."
"My best friend" written above a badly drawn rabbit with a horse tail.
"This is madness." Written in blood.
"KILL ME." written in what seemed human waste.
Sid averted his eyes from the insane scramblings. He looked at the door again. The slit opened again. This time, another pair eyed him. The eyes disappeared, and Sid could hear voices. Sid heard the sound of scraping metal. The door opened suddenly. Sid identified the two eyes that spied him earlier on. they belonged to a freakish pig. The pig made way for something else.
Fox entered the room, immediatly examening Sid.
"Mister Sid?" Fox asked.
Sid nodded, murderous intent on his face.
"My associates didn't take good care for you, it seems. It will be taken care of."
Sid grunted.
"You are still in a descent state it seems." Fox said. "Ah, So little time, so many participants to examine. Good luck with the...games."
Sid eyed him as he left the room. 7He saw the pig again. A pig with human anatomy. Freakish. The pig slammed the door shut with a loud bang.
Jimmy drove along the filthy streets that surrounded his apartment,he sighed in disgust at the squalor that surrounded him night and day,the hopelessness of simply existing in this hell hole.
He was getting out though,this deal would see to that,he'd finally have everything he always wanted...no more living in the belly off the beast,no more struggling to make it...everything was going to be wine and roses for him real soon.
Moments later he was pulling his car into the alleyway next to a giant warehouse,he catiously exited his vehicle looking around,his hand tight on the grip of his pistol, Jimmy knew that one could never be to careful...there were people around who would cut your throat for the coins in your pocket..and Jimmy was no ones victim,anyone who fethed with him was a deadman.
He turned and locked the door of his car,an old BMW with a faded paint job.
" Soon" Jimmy thought to himself heading into the warehouse " Soon I'm going to have a fine car."
Inside,Jimmy found himself alone in the dimly lit area..he scanned the surroundings carefully...where the hell was Tiny?
" Tiny.." Jimmy whisper shouted " Tiny man..where are you?"
" Right here Jimmy." a voice came from out of the gloom.
" Tiny...what the feth man?" Jimmy said "Why you hiding in the dark?" Jimmy's hand tightened on his pistol grip.
" Just finalizing the deal Jimmy...that's all." Tiny said.
In the gloom behind Tiny Jimmy could see the figures of three men standing around a large table,Jimmy assumed these were the men whom Tiny was getting the merchandise from...but why all the secrecy?...why were they sitting in the fething dark?
" Ok Tiny." Jimmy said " Introduce me to your friends here and lets get on with the deal."
Tiny laughed " I'll introduce you Jimmy...but unfortunately...the deal has one catch."..
@ sillyboy, Thanks man,I'm basically trying to make Jimmy into a "feth everyone but me" sort of character,hopefully he'll be a lot of fun for everybody...
@ scrazz
Derrick and Micael were beaten unconsious. But only you were taken (The others didn't entered.)
I have no problems with you rp-ing yourself in a little room, wich appears to be very messed up.
You guys are really getting into the spirit
My apologies for my event wich fell a little short.
In the next events i will post a short summary after it, to make sure everyone got the right info.
While the event is still pleasant to read.
@fitzz
Off cours, everyone likes a me-guy. Its not like they are going to kill him for it, or will they?
pfew, good to know. No point in shariing the profitès eyè? If I survive that is. Hmm...I have no idea what to do next, RP some more, or wait dor another player event. I'm pretty much stuck in the room. Silly me.
Anèd sorryè if some of myè posts are fuèll of spellièng mièstakes. Myè laptop is behaving stranlèy for some reason. Itè tyè77pes like this, with all the added lèeters. I'll have to spend more time behind the Pc it seems...
@ scrazz
Computerproblems? Strange that it only seems to type in a flemish dialect.
Just rp your way out, make it a little game that fox made for you.
Maybe there is a unconsious man besides you, with the key to the door in his stumach.
(This idea may or may not be stolen from some kind of motion-picture)
Jimmy felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle at the tone in Tiny's voice...something bad was happening here,something really bad.
For a brief moment Jimmy thought about pulling out his pistol and making a run for the door,but something held him in place...Tiny hadn't said the deal was off..only that their was a catch...all that money..it could still be his.
"So..." Jimmy said adapting an air of bravado " What's this catch?"
" I can answer that question for you far better than your associate can Mr. Freeman" one of the figures in the gloom said.
Jimmy squinted into the darkness at the figures standing around the table,something about them made Jimmy's blood run cold.
" Ok then." Jimmy said taking a few hesitant steps towards the table " Explain..what's this catch?"
" A game Mr. Freeman" one of the figures said " You play a game...if you win..you receive everything promised in the deal...plus a bonus of one million dollars."
Jimmy's brain raced, the merchides alone was worth millions..in addition a cool million in start capital would be his as well...just for playing some game...
" What sort of game?" Jimmy ask " What are the stakes?"
One of the figures at the table opened a lap tap computer,illuminating the room slightly.
Jimmy took a step back as he saw all three of the men around the table wore mask,all fashioned to look like wolves.
" This sort of Game Mr.Freeman...The Game." the figure said as the image of a man dressed in a cape and top hat and wearing a Fox mask danced about the computer screen explaining the rules of the "Game".
" Your fething crazy!" Jimmy said when the video had finished.
One of the figures in the wolf mask spoke " The choice is yours Mr. Freeman."
" And if I say no?" Jimmy ask.
Two of the men in wolf mask produced silenced pistols from under their coats.
The other figure spoke " As I said Mr. Freeman...the choice is yours."
Dmitri decided to get ahead in the competition. At meal time, he snuck off. Collecting the poisons he keeps in a special "skin pocket", a small piece of latex that appears to be skin, but houses his nefarious goods. Rat tranquilizer should do it, he though. Using the chloroform, he neutralized the kitchen staff and began to place the liquid into the food.
Dmitri heard footsteps. Pulling out the exacto knife, he slunk across the kitchen. He spotted the smiling man. "Sir, the contestants are sick!" "FETH THE CONTESTANTS! We are here to put on a good show. If we have to delay it, so be it. But if I hear another whine out of you," He heard the ominous click of a hammer, like the one that was pressed to the back of his head. "You won't live." The shot went off. The ship went silent. Dmitri joined the cafeteria, sitting alone at his table.
The smiling man laughed. He was always laughing. One day, Dmitri thought, I would be the one laughing.
I have a few questions I'd like to clear up before my next RP.
I'm guessing all the PCs will be assembled at some sort of secret area for participation in "The Game"...any insight as to where/what this might be?
ATM,my Character is armed with a 9MM pistol,2 spare magazines and a hidden dagger,will weapons be taken from the PCs before "The Game" begins?
If these sorts of details are supposed to remain secret ATM,I'll simply RP my Character being drugged and waking up in a "room" later...(which I may do anyway.)
@fitzz Weapons are confiscated before arrival, chowder didn't do this. And therefor shall receive punishment. The location is a secret for the moment, as i'm messing around with paint. I'm writing your event as we speak/write.
@Catos You are welcome.
Warning: only one player extra will be accepted!
And don't be mad if i kill your characters *evil laugh*
sillyboy wrote:@fitzz
Weapons are confiscated before arrival, chowder didn't do this. And therefor shall receive punishment. The location is a secret for the moment, as i'm messing around with paint.
I'm writing your event as we speak/write.
@Catos
You are welcome.
Warning: only one player extra will be accepted!
And don't be mad if i kill your characters *evil laugh*
Thanks Sillyboy,I'll be back to check the player event your working on shortly,but ATM business calls.
Sid almost went insane with the writings on the wall. He sat cuddled up in a corner of the room, shaking. He had been in here for...He couldn't remember how long. Hours, Minutes? It could be a day, but he didn't know. He had to get out.
"Get out" he could read on the wall. "How, Alice?" He read somewhere else. The scriblings on his cell wall were driving him insane every second he looked at it, yet he coudl't keep his eyes from them.
"Get out! KILL THE FOX!"
Sid shook violently. He tried to close his eyes, but he couldn't. It was like he had lost all sense of control over his body. He forced his head between his legs, and he sat in a awkward stance. His eyes were wide open, yet not looking at the walls. He looked at the floor.
"Will you be my friend?" He read on the floor.
The scriblings even covered the ground. Whoever went in here before him, how many people it were, it didn't matter, they all went insane. Just like Sid was doing now.
He lifted his foot away.
"KILL THE FOX!"
Sid banged his head against the wall, knocking himself unconsious.
Jimmy looked at the guns; he knew that he didn't had a choice. And to be fair an extra million couldn't hurt either.
"That Mister Fox said something about volunteers? This isn't exactly what I call volunteering!"
One of the wolfs answered "Lets just say, that she has plans with you." "Why would anyone be interested in me?" He asked.
The wolf laughed "You'll soon find out" He pulled out a form. Jimmy signed the papers.
Suddenly one of the wolfs plunged a needle in his arm. Jimmy felt a shiver going trough his bones. He had a bad feeling about this.
Jimmy opened his eyes, his mind still a bit woozy after the drug they shot in him. All he could see was darkness.
He tried to move, but he was strapped onto something. Suddenly the darkness changed in a blinding light.
The first thing he saw was a little girl staring right at him, holding a black bag in her hands. Jimmy remembered the girl.
"What is this?" he whispered. The girl slapped him on the face. "Be quiet!" she softly said.
Jimmy looked around, he was strapped to a chair welded to the ground. He looked up at the smiling girl, he was a puppet in her hands.
The girl walked to the other side of the cabin. Jimmy looked suprised as he saw another figure strapped onto a chair.
"Who was he?" he tought. The person struggeld as the little girl tried to pull of the bag covering his face.
She punched him in the face and removed the bag. Jimmy couldn't believe his eyes."
There she sad before him, with a bloody mouth. Heather. She tried to smile at him, but halfway she seemed to lose all hope.
The girl giggeled. "I believe you two know each other." she said cutting the ropes binding her to the chair.
"Did you know Jimmy. That she did volunteer for this?" She slowly walked towards him. Heather still sat in her chair, not sure why the girl released her.
"She knew that you tried to get something better in this life, even if it was trough a large shipment of illegal goods."
The girl kneeled before him, cutting his ropes. "She didn't want to see you go, the poor thing. So she decided to make some quick cash. To stay together with you."
The girl stood up looking in his face. "She really loves you?" she said emphasing the Love part.
"I tought it was romantic. don't you agree?" she said pointing her dagger at Jimmy.
Jimmy couldn't move a muscle. He couldn't believe the things he heared. The girl continued, ignoring the fact that he didn't answer.
"Too bad love, doesn't last." She opened the door and stepped outside.
"Only one will get out." she whispered looking at both of them. "I wonder if you really love each other" She slammed the door.
Closing the only way out. A timer mounted to the door started ticking. The numbers quikly past as they looked a each other.
The only sound came from a camera monitoring what was about to happen.
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So Jimmy and heather are on board of the ship. Sitting in a seperate cabin.
The girl had made a game, just for them.
Only one of them can get out, Who will come out?
Who will kill their partner?
If the timer hits zero.... Well i'll just say it wont be pleasant.
Thanks, i'm interessed at what Fitzz is going to rp next.
And I am also curious as of how Sid is going to get out.
Also i'm looking forward to the fact that all players except the two mentioned above, are in the same room. Will they Ally? Or just punch everyone, like Nikev did. ( )
Before I do my RP I need to clear a few things I'm fuzzy on.
Jimmy and Heather are locked in a room on board a ship with a timing device counting down to some sort of....unpleasant situation.
Now,I'll assume there are no windows or other means of escape other then the door...so.
Basically I need to devise a believable RP as to how Jimmy escapes?....or am I missing something?
Sorry or the hold up...I just didn't want to RP before I fully understood what the parameters were.
Only one will walk out of the room, by killing the other before the timer ends. The camera is monitoring them, and if it is done
before the timer hits zero, the door will open. If it isn't done before the timer ends ........ "unpleasant scream*
Outside, you will be escorted to the main room, where all the other players are for the moment.
I will try to keep in mind to explain my events, and describe the "rules" better.
I think this would help a lot.
(Being a GM seem to have a steep learning curve. But it is one i will master!)
Only one will walk out of the room, by killing the other before the timer ends. The camera is monitoring them, and if it is done
before the timer hits zero, the door will open. If it isn't done before the timer ends ........ "unpleasant scream*
Outside, you will be escorted to the main room, where all the other players are for the moment.
I will try to keep in mind to explain my events, and describe the "rules" better.
I think this would help a lot.
(Being a GM seem to have a steep learning curve. But it is one i will master!)
For the moment you are confied to wath is now known as the Main room. Where eventually everyone will gather and meet the gang and form alliances or enemy's. Until 'the game' kicks of. (But you could always try )
@ghosty
Go ahead , and make a spectacular entry to the Main room.
@chowder
Fox is one messed up man, my friend, he only see things his way. For example he loaths all french wine Don't worry about the "punishment". It will come a bit later in the form of another game. Its aal a part of Fox his masterplan, to break you guys down to the ground. (It already seems to be happening with sid (scrazza) as he is losing it, locked up in a room.) And to make a profit out of it.
Jimmy stared at Heather for a moment " You...sighed up for this?" he asked flatly amazed.
The woman nodded,her bottom lip trembling " I...knew once you and Tiny had your drugs...your way out...you'd be gone...and me..I'd be stuck." a single tear rolled down the woman's face "You might say you'd help me Jimmy..hell,you might even believe that you would...but I know you...deep down...you only care about you."
Jimmy shook his head " No Heather...I would have cared for you...no matter what." he said.
The woman stared blankly at Jimmy " I guess we'll never know now...will we." she sighed.
"Look" Jimmy said " I'll find a way out of here...there has to be a way."
Jimmy turned to the door,examining it, "Metal" he said "No way to break it down...dammit."
He heard Heather stepping up behind him and turned to her just as she plunged a dagger at his back,the blade buried itself in his upper arm.
" What he feth are you doing!!" Jimmy shouted " Are you out of your damn mind?!!"
" It's the only way Jimmy" Heather cried as she pulled the dripping knife free and waved it towards the man " You heard what they said...only one of us is getting out of this room...and like you always say...I have to look out for me."
" Heather...put the fething knife down!" Jimmy said " I'll figure a way out...just drop the fething knife."
" If you would have just promised to take me with you Jimmy" the woman said,her face going blank " If you would have just...loved me...none of this would be happening...it's your fault Jimmy...we could have been...happy."
The woman charged,knife poised for the kill,the blade slashing a long furrow across Jimmy's cheek as he dodged.
" Dammit Heather...stop it...I don't want to hurt you"Jimmy said wiping blood from his face "Give me the god damned knife!!"
" Sorry Jimmy...I can't" Heather panted as she spun and charged again swinging the blade in a wide arc.
With the devils speed,Jimmy dodged and twisted the woman's arm ,shoving her forward viciously,knocked off balance and charging the woman smashed into the floor.
" Heather?" Jimmy said cautiously approaching the woman's crumpled form " Heather?"
The woman rolled onto her back,the knife protruding from her stomach.
" Looks like you win Jimmy." she laughed splattering blood from her mouth as she coughed.
Jimmy knelt besides her.." I didn't want this." He said "Not this way."
" Yes you did Jimmy" The woman smiled weakly " Yes you did."
" I suggest you finish her Mr. Freeman" came a voice over a hidden speaker somewhere in the room " Your running short on time."
" Feth you!" Jimmy yelled to the disembodied voice.
" Suit yourself Mr. Freeman" said the voice.
" Do it Jimmy" Heather whispered " Do it and get out of here."
Jimmy grasp the daggers handle and wrenched it free from the woman's stomach,blood gushing from the wound as he did.
" I didn't want this for you" he said looking into the woman's eyes.
" I love you Jimmy." She said,blood trickling from her mouth " I always loved you."
Jimmy nodded and quickly plunged the knife into the woman's heart,her body stiffened and her eyes found his,locking with them her hand gripped his arm as her leg kicked twice....then she was still.
Jimmy yanked the knife from her chest and lowered his head as he heard the door lock snap open.
Fox is one messed up man, my friend, he only see things his way. For example he loaths all french wine Don't worry about the "punishment". It will come a bit later in the form of another game.
Its aal a part of Fox his masterplan, to break you guys down to the ground. (It already seems to be happening with sid (scrazza) as he is losing it, locked up in a room.)
And to make a profit out of it.
Good. I thought you would do something evil, like kill him.
I would not kill a character, at least not now. There are still lots of games to be played. But in the end, as i said before: Only one will survive (and get a nice filled ofshore bankaccount.)
@ghosty
The latino woman definatly Just do what you like, maybe you see fitzz and help him, or get thrown in your own little game,.... (Do not kill fox, i typed this just to be safe )
Specter nodded form the other side of the room.
This kill is one of the most interesting. The drug-lord came to a ball tonight. Some busness went wrong, the other Crime-lord forgot, or the drug-lord was high.
He had a whore with him and they were about to leave.
'Pardon me,' Log contorted his voice to sound as one of a young man. Older, of course. Log was sitting with some important people, Specter cares for the intel so he knew.
Log was dress in ballroom clothing, complete with top hat, cane, and a metal mask. These will all serve purposes later...
Specter strolled across the room to Log.
'Who are these people?'
"The riches of the city." Specter wore a half-mask allowing for less voice echoing off the mask. "They hoard close to the police stations, the only place crime is low enough to own a three-story house." 'Should we follow him?'
The Drug-lord laughed loudly
(OOC: finish tomorrow)
Jimmy ran his hand over Heathers cheek and closed her eyes.
" I'm sorry" he whispered " I never wanted this."
Jimmy turned as he heard the door swing open,standing in the doorway was another large man in a wolf mask.
" If you please Mr.Freeman." Came the voice over the speaker again " Place the dagger on the floor and accompany my assistent...your..friend will be seen to."
Jimmy eyed the man in the wolf mask,he was huge and powerfully built,but Jimmy thought that he would have the advantage of speed and surprise on his side,he could be on "wolfman" in seconds and ...he did have the knife.
As if his thoughts had been read...the voice came again " Please Mr. Freeman...if your considering an heroics...I'd advise against them."
The man in the wolf mask produced a pistol and aimed it at Jimmy's head.
" Be a good boy" the voice over the speaker said with a chuckle " and place the knife on the ground...we don't want you damaged before our game begins...do we?"
Jimmy sighed and tossed the knife over his shoulder,he glared at the camera and popped his middle finger up at it.
" No need to be crude Mr. Freeman" the unseen voice said " Now...kindly join my assistent...he will take you to meet the others."
Jimmy stood and walked towards the hulking man in the wolf mask,a moment later he was led into a long dimly lit hallway.
Jimmy turned towards the man in the mask " So...big bad..how's little red riding hood these days" he said with a smirk.
The huge man said nothing and gestured for Jimmy to keep moving.
Jimmy sighed and rubbed his stinging cheek " This just gets better and better" he thought.
Player Name: Cato
Character Name: Cato Vax
Age: 17
Nationality: English
Skills: Close combat fighting, stealing, singing, stealthy, agile, acrobatics, damn fast, can free run.
Background: Cato is the brother of Falco and used to do everyting together. After their parents ran away and became hobo's, Cato left his home in the middle of the night to go thrill seeking but he was captured by an elite theif gang, the most well trained in the district. After being bored with his previous life he joined the gang which were called the Retributors. His theiving career was fruitful until he got busted trying to steal the Royal Family crown jewels. He later escaped but he was now exiled from the gang as a liability and was forced to fend for himself. This is also why he joined the game in order to get the prize money, unaware that his parents are dead and his brother is participating as well.....
Appearance: Fairly tall, wears a black short sleeved T-shirt and camo jeans, has a silver pendant from previous heists, red running shoes, looks a bit like a young billie joe armstrong with red eyes.
The choppers endless drone suffused into the background. Sergei was used to the sound, but not the curious bleeping noise that seemed so alien to that of the inside of the chopper. Troubled, he instead focused his senses on other matters. With what movement he could use, he looked left and right, careful not to draw the attentions of prying eyes. A man was on either side of him. To his left, the large bulk of a man slept soundly, facing away from Sergei. From what he could tell, the guy seemed to be built like a brick privy. Solid muscle fibre all over. He guessed that he must be some sort of wrestler. He couldn't be too sure, obviously, but the man had an heir about him. A sort of "I'll gladly smack you about with a metal chair" stance. Sergei, despite himself being no slouch when it came to working out, really didn't want to get on this mans bad side. At least, not at this close range. Give Sergei 1 mile and a Dragunov? Then he'd be much more comfortable with insulting this man. To his Left was Honby. As far as he could discern, the agent was still comatose. Or perhaps he was simply a better actor than Sergei, and was keeping up the image of being as cool as an Ice cube.
fething amateurs.
With a jolt, the Helicopter slowed, and stopped, hovering suspiciously. But why stop? Sergei could still hear the sound of the sea, of the gulls crying. They weren't yet near land. Something was up. Suddenly, and rather spontaneously, a crackling noise emitted from somewhere in the Helicopters cabin. A man picked up the receiver to what was presumably a radio, and talked quickly and quietly for several seconds. The cabin door then opened, and with infinite care, a man wearing a mask, Sergei couldn't see of what, trollied out a small television, which sparked into life, as if by it's own accord. A figure appeared on the screen, silhouetted by a light shining immediately behind him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, wake up please." the man said, his hands on his hips mocking feign disappointment. As if a spell was broken, two dozen slumbering people started to stir. Now free to look at the participants more clearly, Sergei couldn't help but notice that most of them were simply greedy, poor, desperate people. Hell, 1mil would be enough for anyone to participate in a madhouse game. Still, most of the people were not what Sergei envisioned as potential winners.
"Ladies and gentlemen, to your first task. As I'm sure the brighter amongst you will notice, you are now hovering 30 feet above sea level. The astute amongst you will even notice that we have stopped moving. Why? Well that is the subject matter. At this point in time, your transport is over weight capacity; their are too many of you on-board. How foolish of us! There were so many of you clammering to join the game, we foolhardily packed as many of you as we could in the helicopter! So here's the game. the pilots will begin to move again in 30 seconds. At this point, being unable to pull up, your flight will eventually end in the side of a cliff. It's your choice who you push out now, and into the sea. Will they make it to the shoreline? Who knows! Good luck, and may the best contestant win!"
Then with a certain abruptness, the cockpit door slammed shut, and the two doors on the side of the Helicopter ominously slid open, filling the compartment with the salty fresh air.
It was about then that everyone inside when crazy.
"Not me! Not me!" Screamed a Lationo women, who jumped left and right in sheer terror, much like she was attempting to dance the salsa (@ Sillyboy - )
Another man, thin and depraved cackled hysterically.
"I'm too light to be thrown out! Choose the heavy people, they deserve it for being so fat!"
"Yeah!"
"If we get rid of the large heavy ones we'll all be saved!"
"Yeah, lets do it!" cried a man, still wearing a cheap shabby suit.
At this point, most of the participants then frantically began to look each other over, to discern who would be classified as 'overweight'. A great many people sucked their stomachs in as best they could, and the obviously thin people danced too and fro amongst the group, jabbing at peoples paunches maliciously.
Only three people kept apart from the rest.
Sergei, Honby, and the giant of a man.
"I can't swim." mumbled the giant.
Sergei gently patted the man on the back, unable to reach the brutes shoulders, ignoring the dissaproving, and undiscerning gaze of Honby.
"It won't come to that mate."
Several minutes passed, and it was generally noted by many that the Helicopter was listing slightly, and it was getting closer to the sea level.
Eventually the larger of the group were separated from the thinner. Serge stayed where he was, along with Honby. The man had trudged over to the open door, and was looking owlishly at the bristling foam below. Everyone knew he had to go, but in reality, people were afraid to ask. A subdued silence filled the helicopter, that even now, was getting lower and lower.
"Honby." whispered Sergei.
"Hmm?"
"Can you hear that beeping noise?"
Eventually the same man in the business suit, hysterical as ever, pointed the accusing finger at the giant.
"You! Your the reason we might die!"
The mountain of muscle and bone turned and looked across the compartment, almost marvelling at the true 'us and them' situation. But mostly, what crossed his face was a look of forlorn defiance.
"Shuttit."
The man cackled again, and yelled to the rest.
"He will cause us to die! Get him!"
The gangled businessman, to whom Sergei privately named 'baboon' then bounded forward, certain the rest would follow. Instead 'Baboon' collided heavily with a fist thrust forth with enough inertial force to rock the chopper. The behemoth of a man then picked 'baboon' up, and with certain ceremony, dropped him out of the side of the helicopter.
"Honby, I think the Helicopters rigged."
"What? Your sure?"
"I dunno, but something is definitely making a noise, that is not supposed to be making a noise."
The rest of the participants seemed riled up. Seeing one of their own thrown did not sit well. As one, the group began to move toward the giant, murderous intent in their eyes.
The helicopter jerked viscously, throwing the members within about, and ejecting another out of the door, and into the abyss.
The helicopter had just collided with the crest of a wave.
As everyone got their bearings, and picked themselves up from the floor, Sergei, who had been thrown to the back of the chopper, had, by chance, found himself laying amongst a series of black bags that had been, until now, concealed. A waft of marzipan, and protruding wires made his heart skip a beat. In essence, Sergei was lying on a massive bomb.
"Get him!" Screamed the Latino women, pointing furiously at the giant.
"Fu--aaarrghh" half screamed, half roared Sergei, as he barrelled across the spacious chinooks interior. With one hand desperately thrown out, he grabbed the collar of Honbies shirt, and using momentum, he tackled into the giant, sending them both flying out into the air. They tumbled for less than a second, before they crashed into the icy cold water.
Freed of its weight, the chopper began to rise up again, further and further away.
It promptly exploded in a ball of fire.
Sergei however did not see any of this. He was being used by the giant as a makeshift pontoon. The man was in pure terror, and was desperately trying to keep himself afloat at the expense of Sergei's life.
"Stop man, stop!" yelled Honby, who was, at a loss of what to do, splashing water into the behemoths face.
The giant relaxed his grip, in order to cover his face. He immediately began to sink.
"Ahh great." mumbled Honby, who then swam over, and grabbed the man's shoulders, and using all his strength, pulled the man back up from the inky watery depths, and to the surface.
Sergei, coughing up lungfulls of water, paddled over, and helped out.
Fox leaned back in his chair, smiling contently from under his mask. So, the contestants, in their urge to save themselves, dumped people overboard, instead of the bags. If they hadn't jumped to conclusions, they probably would have still been alive by now. A pity...
One of his many cameras on the beachhead whirred into life, and turned to look across to an object moving into the bay. Closer examination discerned it was three people. 2 men, carrying a third, who was coming in at 7 feet.
Judging by the slow speed, it was clear they were both exhausted, both from the distance swam, and from the weight of the burden. But they had made it. They were now officially contestants in the game.
OOC: Doing a bit of a "reach" with this one as I'm still a bit uncertain as to "where to go'....so I'm just going to stick Jimmy someplace "safe" until everyone comes together....at least that's the plan ATM.
BIC:...
Jimmy was escorted to a dimly lit ,but exquisitely furnished room.
The giant in the wolf mask gestured for Jimmy to take a seat at the large table centered in the room.
Jimmy seated himself and surveyed his surrounding,though the lighting in the room was poor,Jimmy could clearly see the paintings of Hieronymus Bosch hanging on the walls..he found their fantastic depictions of good and evil quite fitting to his current situation and laughed lightly over this.
" Please help yourself to the wine Mr.Freeman...A man of your...ambitions...should enjoy it." The voice over the speaker said.
Jimmy looked at one of a dozen bottles of wine that had been placed on the table,Penfolds Grange Hermitage Jimmy read on the label..
Shrugging,Jimmy opened the bottle and poured the liquid into a crystal glass,taking a small cautious sip Jimmy was surprised at the magnificent flavor.
" Do enjoy Mr. Freeman" the voice said " But not to much...it would be a disservice to yourself to hinder your natural talents by overindulgence."
Jimmy sat the delicate glass back on the table and glanced at the camera.
" So when does your Game start?" He asked the disembodied voice.
" My Game Mr. Freeman?..Think of it as our Game" The voice replied " Not to worry...the festivities shall commence soon enough.....until then Mr. Freeman...enjoy the luxury you desire so much."
The voice over the speakers was replaced by the melodies of Pyotr Il'yich Tchaikovsky.
Jimmy lifted the glass of wine again and gestured at the behemoth in the wolf mask.
" To your good health Mr. Chaney" Jimmy said and gulped down the glass contents in a single swallow.
Pouring another glass Jimmy thought to himself "It would be my distinct pleasure...Mr. Wolfman...to cut your fething throat."
Not me! Not me!" Screamed a Lationo women, who jumped left and right in sheer terror, much like she was attempting to dance the salsa
intermezzo
Fox looked at the camera as the three survivors crawled out of the sea. The first players had arrived on Akane. The real games were about to begin.
Mr. pig stood next him smiling. "Why so happy?" he asked. Pig pointed at the man with a scar on his face. "Sergei has just generated over five hundred thousand dollars worth of bets!" Fox rolled his eyes, why did he only care about the money. Fox didn't care for this, for him the intrest lay in the persons soul. To find out what they were made out.
He watched the video screens filling the room. "No one could escape his watchfull gaze" he tought looking at the man who tried to poison the food earlier this day. The man liked to use poison, fox read out of his documents. He started thinking of a way to use it.
edit: Ninja's !!!
For the moment everyone except Cato and ghosty are on board. If you guys would like to join up, go ahead. forget what i said earlier, about restricted to the main room. Fitzz room seems to be more fun anyway cause of the alcohol. However you can not go to the cargobay! If you did went ther you will be kicked back. (there's a suprise in there)
For the moment you will stay on the boat until Cato arrives, then we will go to Akane.
Few quick questions for clarification sake.
My Character is on board a ship,which I'll assume is headed towards the island ghosty just arrived on...correct?
I'll also assume that other Pcs are aboard this ship as well...correct?
EDIT @ ghosty...wait until the audience gets a look at James "Jimmy Jump" Freeman...I'ma be a STAR...
you guys are arguing about being the star of "the game". Lol.
You do know that if the Fav wins they have to pay a lot of money to the gamblers. But if he loses, they gain a lot.
And the game has a limited amount of rules. So I would not be to happy about it ghosty.
(and yes this is my revenge, for killing the latino girl )
IC: As they neared the shore line, the giant, who was eventually found to be called Ranger, pulled free from the others, and, being able to touch the bottom, he hauled Sergei and Honby bodily through the rest of the water, until they collapsed together into the shallow foam, exhausted, salt crusted, and half drowned.
Sergei, half crawling through the surf managed to pull himself onto the white sand of the beach, before he collapsed sideways, coughing up salty water. Honby was in no better condition, and whats more, he had garnered a deep cut across the bridge of his nose from the panicking Ranger. He had also lost his Aviators much to his horror. The giant of a man himself was almost catatonic from his experience with water.
They lay on the beach for an hour, half dead, half asleep. Eventually, they were stirred by the faint sound of trudging feet coming towards them. An escort of masked 'wolves' moved in on their position, bludgeons in hand.
"Oh... c'mon, I couldn't even wrestle a rat to the ground at the moment.." Complained Sergei, but nonetheless, he pulled himself into a combat stance, and stood there, swaying in time with his heartbeat.
Honby too got up, arming himself with a piece of driftwood.
The guards didn't seem perturbed. 3 men exhausted from such an ordeal wouldn't be of much danger. However, it soon occurred to them, as Ranger stood up slowly, hefting a large, and very real lump of metal, presumably from the Chinook, that things weren't going to go as planned.
The leading wolf, taking stock of the situation, bowed low, and said, in a voice like silk "Would you please come with us to your accommodation? Hot food, and a change of clothes await."
"Oh." Honby said, sheepishly dropping the driftwood.
As the trio were escorted in land, occasionally nudged along by a guard, they exchanged brief conversation.
"They killed all those people, without a thought."
"This place is serious, did you not see the video?"
"Still..."
As they reached the crest of a hill top, they looked down on a small house, nestled ahead in the bracken. Whether or not this was for them, or just a temporary housing for them to regain some strength for the trials ahead, they could not tell, but Sergei, conscious of his mission, carefully memorised the surroundings, in case he needed to come back here again. They then descended, towards the house, and towards hot baths, fresh clothes, and hot, delicious food.
For SAGs and for anyone needing a "physical description" of my character for any RP reason,I invision Jimmy to resemble this dashing gentleman from "Supernatural"...only taller and more powerfully built.
Well it would only stand to reason...our "Host" is wearing a Fox mask, his associates are wearing wolf and pig mask...surely any women in his service would be costumed as well.
Jack raised himself from the bunk and began to walk around the large room. He spotted food being distributed a distance away and decided that his grumbling stomach would probably need to be filled with something. As he walked, he had to weave in between the cots that others were using. The other people all looked like regular people that you would see on the street. Some looked rich, some looked piss-poor. It was nothing unnatural.
As Jack reached the line for the food he grabbed a tray and utensil as the line moved, it seemed a great deal like a prison. As Jack moved down the line, what passed for mash potatoes was plopped on his plate, along with beans and a carton of milk. "What are we High school kids?" Jack said to himself as he began walking to find a place to sit.
As he made his way back to the cot he was using, as there were no tables, he got back to find that a ruff looking, poorly dressed man was sitting in it, watching him as he walked back. "I think it be best you moved yourself from that cot." Jack said to the man with a dead serious straight face. "O but boy, You'll find that this is now my cot. Along with that food your carrying. I suggest you hand it over." The man rose from the cot and stepped face to face with Jack. "I'm really not in the mood for any of this gak, so I suggest that you move away or I'll take this utensil and put it in places that will make a guro fan winch."
(To be continued....I started....but....lost hope.)
Jimmy removed his jacket and examined the wound in his arm,it wasn't deep..and the bleeding had stopped,but still...he didn't want to risk infection...not with everything else that was going on.
" Hey...wolfman Jack!" Jimmy said to his hulking guard " You think you might be able to huff and puff and rustle me up some antiseptic?"
The giant in the wolf mask said nothing,merely stood with his arms folded watching Jimmy.
" Well....to hell with you then Lobo." Jimmy said as he took another sip of wine.
A moment later,quite to Jimmy's surprise,a panel in the wall opened and a gorgeous woman wearing a Cat mask an little else appeared,in her hands she carried a silver tray loaded with medicinal supplies.
Jimmy felt a broad smile slip over his face as the woman moved seductively towards him,coming to kneel at his side.
The woman smiled up at Jimmy as she carefully disinfected and bandaged the knife wound in his arm.
" I hope I've made you more comfortable" She said in a soft voice.
" Indeed you have" Jimmy smiled " Very comfortable."
The woman stood " If there's anything else you require...I'm happy to serve" she said,her voice intoxicating and her eyes sparkling with mischief as she ran her hands over Jimmy's chest.
" Well...I could use some company" Jimmy said as his eyes drank in the woman's lovely curves " Old Big Bad over there isn't much for conversation."
" Neither am I" The woman smiled and leaned down kissing Jimmy passionately.
Jimmy's hands found the woman's sides and pulled her closer,lost in his desire for her.
...Through blind luck,the giant in the wolf mask happen to catch his foot and slightly stumble as he advanced on the preoccupied man.
Jimmy turned his attention rapidly from the beautiful woman to the advancing giant,who Jimmy noticed now held an iron mace in his ham sized hand.
" B****" Jimmy said,as he forced the woman away quickly and dodged the giants swing by scant inches.
The woman quickly huddled in a corner of the room as the behemoth in the wolf mask quickly regained his footing and advanced on Jimmy again.
Jimmy rapidly rolled under the huge mans next deadly swing and snatched up the silver medical tray,spinning quickly and hurling the heavy tray like a discus into the mans wolflike face.
The tray impacted with considerable force,stunning the giant for a brief moment...it was all the opening Jimmy needed....with Rattlesnake speed,Jimmy kicked out at the mace in the mans hand and snatched it up as it clanged to the floor.
The huge man lashed out,attempting to grab Jimmy in his powerful arms,but Jimmy once again ducked under the mans grasp and swung the mace with the force of a home run hit connecting with the mans head with a sickening crunch.
The giant stood bolt upright,one hand going to the gushing wound in his head the other fumbling for his pistol.
" No you don't!" Jimmy shouted " Time for me to blow your house down Big Bad."
With that Jimmy swung the mace with every ounce of strength he could muster,the force of the impact knocking the other mans head completely sideways as his jaw disintegrated and his neck snapped.
Laughter erupted from the hidden speakers " Well done Mr. Freeman" The voice said " I know our viewers enjoyed that very much."
Jimmy turned and spat at the camera" Is that Part of the Game?" he shouted.
" Oh no..Mr. Freeman" The voice replied with a soft Chuckle " Just keeping you on your toes...can't have you getting to comfortable now can I?"
Jimmy shook his head " No...I guess you cant."
" No hard feelings Mr.Freeman" The voice said " All part of the show...please...allow me to offer you some...compensation."
As if on cue,the woman in the Cat mask stood and disrobed.her seductive smile returning.
" I suppose your viewers will enjoy this as well Huh?" Jimmy said looking at the camera.
" Of course they will Mr. Freeman...of course they will" The voice said as the gorgeous woman moved gracefully towards Jimmy.
Jimmy stared at the woman and smiled before swinging the mace and crushing her skull in a hammer smash of blood and bone.
Jimmy stared at the twitching body on the floor at his feet until it stops moving.
" Feth your viewers" he whispered as he lifted his wine glass to the camera.
Cato was sitting on a building in the middle of town checking Dexter. Dexter was a red handheld encyclopedia with other setting like weather sensor, phone, scanner etc. It was a bit like a more advanced iPod. He was watching TV to see if there were job adverts that he could do, but so far he had had no luck. He tossed Dexter aside in anger.
"feth! The whole fething worlds gone to pot, I can't get a job, I have no friends and more importantly Im hungry."
Cato sighed and walked over to where Dexter was laying.
"Next time you decide to have a rant about how gak your life is can you not take out on me please?"Dexter said.
"I always know I can count on you too cheer me up Dex."
"Always happy to help."Dex replied sarcasticly."Hang on a minuite, somethings coming through."
Cato's eyes lit up and snatched Dex up from the floor and looked at the screen which read, One New Message! Cato tapped the image of a letter on the screen which opened and enlarged to fit the entire screen.
"Seems to be a video file, maybe you should watch it, maybe not, who knows?"
"I always have your solid opinion to rely on Dex,"
Cato tapped the play button on Dex's screen and The video started playing.
"If you give me a virus Im sueing you,"
"Shut up Dex its starting."
"Hello there Cato do you wanna play a game, like the one I just lost...
"You dont have to be rude you know, just ask."
"Dex be quiet please."
"...come to my attention that you are in need of some money."
"Thats better, all you had to do was ask."
"DEX SHUT THE HELL UP NOW PLEASE!"
"...you to participate in my little game. The prize, a million dollars."
"Wait what? A million dollars? Dude we have got to do this! What else does it say?"
"This is the first time you've ever listened to anything coming out of my speakers"
"If so Cato, just come to the port at 3:30 and I'll put you in the game. And you might want to bring along Dexter as he probably will be very useful."
"Woah! This thing can hear us!"
"No gak Sherlock..."
"Come on Dexter, lets go! This is gonna be awesome!"
"Great, another way you're gonna get us all killed."
Cato made a mental note to turn off the AI system on Dexter before leaping off his building and sprinting off into the sunset.
Falco was getting bored, his time being quickly consumed by the wait.
"The games should be starting soon, why the long wait?" he thought to himself, but then realised why. "Of course, not everybody is here yet."
Later, Falco became increasingly frustrated, and stood up to walk away. He saw a metal door on the other side of the room, with another wolf mask leaning against the wall next to it. Falco continued to walk up to it, and the wolf mask spoke to him just as he was walking through the door.
"Hey, don't do anything stupid will you? Otherwise we'll drop on you like a ton of bricks."
"Of course," Falco mumbled back, not taking much interest in his words.
The first thing he noticed when he entered the corridoors, was that they were completely empty. That, and that it was all metal and dull. He walked allong it, and turned down a corridoor leading to the stairway. Suddenly, he heard a faint scream. He quickly turned around to see if anything was around. Nothing was. He heard it again faintly, and figured it was coming from downstairs. Slowly, and carefully he started to move quietly down the stairs, making sure that nobody else was around to see him. Once he had reached the bottom, he heard the shouting again, and it was louder, so immediately knew he was at the right place. Falco walked down another corridoor, turned a corner, and saw a door there. For the first time he realised that this was a restricted area, but he didn't care, as nobody was here to see him. In near enough an answer to that he heard footsteps coming his way around the corner. His instincts kicked in, and he quietly put his back to the wall, next to the corner. Before the man entered his vision he stuck his foot out, and the man-who was a wolf mask- stumbled out. Before he could retain his footing, Falco rushed out, and slammed the man into the metal wall, before grabbing him and slinging him back onto the floor. He crouched down to the man, and ripped his mask off, an asian man with spiky hair was found underneath. He started to punch the man, until blood was rushing out of his nose, and he was unconscious. The impact of what he had done suddenly hit him. He had beaten unconscious one of Fx's guards, and there was certainly going to be repercussions.
Falco wiped the thought from his head, as it would not help him now, and instead grabbed the mans wolf mask, and walked straight back to the door. It was number coded.
"Crap."
He returned to the unconscious, bleeding, asia man, and searched his pockets. He found a piece of paper inside with a few numbers on them, and walked back over to the door, to try it as the number code. As a result, the pad dinged, and the door slided open.
"What luck," Falco thought.
As soon as he walked through the door, he saw another wolf mask at a panel with a few buttons on it, staring through glass into a room, with a man lying on the floor, shaking. Falco tried to move slowly towards the wolf mask, but the wolf glanced at him, and immediately sprung up, and revealed a gun. He aimed it at Falco, and he froze.
"You aren't allowed in here," he said to Falco.
"I know."
Lightning fast, Falco brought up the wolf mask from the other man and spinned it at the wolf. It surprised him, and his shot went wild. Then Falco sprinted at the man, and shoved him to the floor. He picked up the gun, and aimed it at the man.
"Any false move and I'll-" he was cut off as the man attempted to swing his leg around to trip Falco, and he fired the pistol.
The man immediately went still, as the bulet had shot his head.
"Goodnight."
Falco moved over to the panel, and figured out the button to open the door. In respponse the door slid open and the man began to turn to it, his face being revealed. Falco walked through the door, and stood above the man, giving hima slight kick.
"Come on, we've got to go before any others come."
The man turned to him, tears on his face, and gave a slight smile.
" Ahh Mr. Freeman" The voice sighed in response to Jimmy's salute " How..charming"
Jimmy stared silently at the camera sipping his wine.
" Hmm a shame about my assistants" The voice said " But then again..I have many...of course...you may have passed up your last chance to ever know the pleasures of a woman Mr. Freeman..."
" Trust isn't my strongest quality" Jimmy said flatly "Even in the best of cases"
The voice chuckled over the speaker " You are indeed a treat Mr. Freeman...I shall enjoy observing your interactions with the others."
The door to the room opened and six men in wolf mask entered,two of them carried suppressed MAC-10 SMGs.
" Have a seat Mr. Freeman and allow my assistance to clean up the...mess you've made" The voice said " And do refrain from any further heroics... it would indeed be a shame for your promising career to end here."
Jimmy took a seat at the table as the men in the wolf mask drug the corpses from the room,all the while the barrels of the SMGs trained on him..
" So how long until our Game begins" Jimmy sighed sipping some more wine.
" Soon Mr. Freeman...soon" The voice said " and...since you've been such an entertainment for myself...and our viewers...I'll offer you some companionship once again."
The panel in the wall opened again and another gorgeous woman,this one wearing a Rabbit mask and a bikini,entered the room.
The woman stared at Jimmy and he could sense a slight hesitation in her,possibly she was aware of what had become of the "Cat-Lady" Jimmy thought.
" If you choose to refuse my second offer Mr. Freeman" The voice said " Please do so by a simple "No Thank You"...I wouldn't want any harm to come to my little Rabbit." The voice chuckled again.
Jimmy looked at the woman and smiled " She can stay." he said.
" Excellent Mr. Freeman" The voice said " Do enjoy yourself...now...you must excuse me...it seems that some of the other contestants are in need of my....attention."
Jimmy made a dismissive gesture towards the camera and turned his attentions to the beauty in the Rabbit mask.
Does you character have a problem with woman? Cause i see a pattern emerging.
Absolutely not...Jimmy killed Heather as it was the only option he had.
He killed the "Cat-Lady" because as far as he was concerned she helped set him up for Big Bad.
Jimmy has nothing against women...but he doesn't bring gender into the equation when his survival is at stake.
..............Besides...if you read my very latest RP...Jimmy is being extreamly nice to "Bunny -Girl"..
FITZZ wrote:..............Besides...if you read my very latest RP...Jimmy is being extreamly nice to "Bunny -Girl".. :thumbs up:
Indeed
I'm wondering if she has a STD, .... Hahahahaha
...That won't matter...Jimmy's weapons may have been confiscated...but he still has his "protection".
"Remember ...Like Jimmy always says...Before I plunder..I wrap up the Thunder...Safe sex...It's No Game." This message brought to you by Jimmy Jump Ltd. all rights reserved.
The wolves watched as they saw a man appearing. "Another deadbeat." one of the wolves sighed. "What did you excpect? That they all would be professional wrestlers?"
They fell silent as the man stood right before them. "Am I at the right place?" Cato asked. The wolves nodded and gave him a form.
"Fill it in please" "Why?" The wolf explained "Fox likes to do background checks, to improve the games. So information is needed."
Cato looked behind him. If he wanted he could still walk out.
"yes, please get out" dexter said. "Shut up dexter! If i want i'll sign this." "Nah, don't think so, you're not a big fan of dying."
Cato felt aggrivated by the digital personality. The only reason he had dexter in the first place was thanks to his nimble fingers. He wished he could buy a new one.
He pressed the mute button as he signed the contract. "Please give me the device." The main wolf said.
Cato tought a moment about it, wondering if he would mis Dexter. The wolf snatched it out of his fingers. "Oy, give that back."
"Just wait a sec" the wolf said opening the cover of dexter. He pulled something out of it, and threw dexter back.
"Don't want you to call someone or get free acces to the internets don't we?" The wolf said.
"Time to sleep." the other wolf said
Cato woke up sitting in a room filled with beds. People were running around talking loudly.
"And were dead!" dexter said.
Sid was unconscious...Though, not. He saw the writings on the walls. Even in an unconsious state, his cell was making him go insane. He floated in a state of melancholy. All the words written on the walls flashed by, slow enough for him to read them, over and over.
His cell door opened, but Sid wasn't aware of this.
The Wolf stepped inside, sporting Sid's baseball bat. The wolf was out for his revenge.
Falco studied the man, and wondered if he was actually going to wake up. He hoped he did, otherwise he just wasted all of this time when he could have been doing so much better than risking his life for someone he doesn't know. The man suddenly spoke as he got up.
"The...wolf...wolf..."
"Snap out of it," said Falco as he shook the man by the shoulders, as he didn't have time for this.
The mans eyes fluttered and suddenly he seemed to become...sane.
"Ugh...what?"
"Come on, you've been given a harsh beating, now we have got to go!"
The man suddenly brought his posture back, and started to walk towards the door.
"Uhh, okay, okay. My name's Sid. Thanks man, for saving me."
"It's nothing."
Falco turned to follow him, but as soon as the other man was out of the door, it sealed, and Falco was trapped. Part of the wall opened up and he could see through the glass he had seen earlier in there. The man noticed he was trapped, and instantly started to try and open the door.
He then tried to speak to Falco but he could'nt hear him. There was an instance ringing in Falco's ears and he slumped to the floor, the pain overwhelming him.
Fox's voice then echoed in his head.
"I noticed you Falco, remember, this is my ship, I created all of it, everything. I am all knowing!"
Scenes popped into his head, memories. His parents' bloodied bodies lying in a dumpster. Blood everywhere. Him running, scared. His brother...his brother... who he had abandoned after he had lost him.
The pain was now unbearable, and there was mental pain as well. He heard Fox say a few more words.
"Now Falco..."
He was crawling on the floor, the pain unbelievable.
"...from one masked individual to another..."
He screamed out, begging it to stop.
"...I have to tell you..."
His eyes began to flutter, the darkness consuming him.
Jimmy slipped back into his pants and sat in one of the chairs lacing his boots.
He glanced over at the woman in the rabbit mask as she redressed,if stepping back into the few strings she had worn could properly be called redressing.
" So..." Jimmy said ,filling his glass with wine " What do you know about The Game?"
The woman turned and smiled " I'm not at liberty to discuss those matters."
Jimmy stood and slipped on his shirt " Not even a little?" Jimmy smiled " I mean...considering what we just did...I thought you might share a little insight with me."
The woman frowned slightly " Surely you've seen the videos...you signed the proper documents...you must know what to expect."
Jimmy smiled and sipped some wine " That's not what I mean" he said " What's my competition like...are there any secrets to making it through?"
The woman shook her head " I've no knowledge of your competition...and ...and I don't know any secrets."
Jimmy stared at her,he wasn't so sure she didn't know anything...her demeanor told him that she did.
" C'mon" Jimmy prodded at her gently " Not even a hint?"
" I don't know anything that could help you" the woman said .
Jimmy shrugged " Can't blame me for asking." Jimmy smilled " How about one last kiss...it might be my very last one ...ever."
The woman smiled and enfolded Jimmy in her arms kissing him deeply.
" Trust no one" she whispered as the kiss broke " No one."
She turned and disappeared back through the panel in the wall.
Jimmy sighed and seated himself at the table again,he stared up at the ceiling thinking to himself..."Well..that's one piece of advice I already knew."
Specter nodded form the other side of the room.
This kill is one of the most interesting. The drug-lord came to a ball tonight. Some busness went wrong, the other Crime-lord forgot, or the drug-lord was high.
He had a whore with him and they were about to leave.
'Pardon me,' Log contorted his voice to sound as one of a young man. Older, of course. Log was sitting with some important people, Specter cares for the intel so he knew.
Log was dress in ballroom clothing, complete with top hat, cane, and a metal mask. These will all serve purposes later...
Specter strolled across the room to Log.
'Who are these people?'
"The riches of the city." Specter wore a half-mask allowing for less voice echoing off the mask. "They hoard close to the police stations, the only place crime is low enough to own a three-story house."
'Should we follow him?'
"He's our target, let's get killing."
The drug lord and his whore looked back at the man who was following them every few street lights.
They were alone.
Tak! Tak! Tak! Tak! Tak! Tak! Specter's dress shoes made a ghostly noise.
Then suddenly stopped.
The drug lord looked back, and saw no one.
Tak! Tak! Tak! Tak! Tak! Tak! Tak! Specter was in front, walking toward them.
By now, the drug lord backed away, the whore clinging on his arm.
Tak! Tak! Tak! Tok! Tak! Tok! Tak! Tok! Tak! Tok! Log's shoes made a slightly different noise.
Log walked from behind.
The drug lord was too frightend to move. The whore started to run away, but Specter was too fast. The whore's head flew off a few feet from her body.
Log charged ahead.
Tok!Tok!Tok!Tok!Tok!Tok! The drug lord had a knife, but Log was faster and hit him in the ribs with his cane.
BANG! 'What the feth?'
Specter was on the street, bleeding. The drug lord didn't look back, and made a string of lighting-fast attacks. Log tried to block.
Left, right, up, left, up, down, left, right, left, right, up. The knife cut into the cane.
Log must have drank too much wine- the knife hit his leg.
A knife hit square between the eyes downed Log.
...
Log awoke in a small room bound to the wall. A single light above him made the rest of the room darker. Then there was a woman, also dressed in ballroom clothing. She wore a mask that mimicked a bird skull. Bones and feathers were on her clothing, seemly randomly placed.
"I am Miss Robin"
'So?'
"Mr. Fox? Luna?"
She pulled out a feather-shaped knife and threw it at Log's hand. Log dropped the knife he was using to cut the binding.
(OOC: I remade my character! I also set myself up for an entrance into the game!)
Cato sat bolt upright and looked around, he made another mental note to not listen to strange men wearing wolf masks ever again. He also noted that he should probably have listened to Dexter on this one. His mental jotterpad was getting quite full by now. He got off his bed and walked aroung the room looking at the people inside. Some were watching TV and some were sitting on their beds. A few were crying but he didn't know what for. There was a Russian man in the room and another man who was talking to himself, Cato made yet another mental note to stay away from him.
"Great, we've been locked in neo-bedlam," came the all too familiar voice of Dexter.
"Dont you start that again," Cato replied.
"You know what? You might as well just spring out your wrist-knives and kill yourself and me right now. Although you can leave me alone if you want," Dex exclaimed indignantly.
"Look I'm going to make the most of this and I dont know about you,"
Dmitri looked up from his bunk, to see what appeared to be a devil. He was not a religious man, but when he sees red eyes, he know's what's going on. "Great. Satan's playing this game." He thought silently to himself.
"They take you wife, too?" He asked, point blank. Dmitri wasn't very good at English, but he knew all the important words. He stood up to his full height and looked down upon the teenager. "Nah, man. I'm 17. I don't have a wife. I'm a volunteer! Everyone here is!" At that moment Dmitri fell to the ground, screaming and crying. The wolves had to give him 3 doses of tranquilizers to get him to shut up and fall asleep.
He dreamed of his wife. His beautiful, amazing wife, getting beaten and raped by the wolfmen. He then came in, and killed them all, the fox, the wolves, the pigs, all those F**king farm animals.
To all who watched him during his sedation, he was smiling.
"To hell with this." Jack added right after, "Have the damn bed, but I'll be damned if you're getting this food." Jack turned and began to walk away, eager to find a place that he would not be bothered by the likes of anyone.
Finally finding a place at the edge of the room, he was near mostly people who were asleep, or laying in their beds attempting to be asleep. As he dug into the food, he looked around to see that aside from the usual people that were in the room, there were men with masks, although, unlike the men who had wolf masks that took him, these men had the masks of pigs. There was one door with none of the masked men around it that he decided to check out when he was finished eating.
(Is it going to be random encounters with the different type of masked people? so far I've read about pigs, wolves, a bunny, and a dreaded Mr. Fox. Is there any hierarchy concerning them? ex. Pigs would be guards and muscle while the wolves would be more in a leadership role. Just wondering)
Catos looked on in shock as the Russian man collapsed in tears and some more masked men came in to sedate him. He kneeled down and flicked open Dexter who scanned Dimitri's body,
"Seems like he's had some sort of emotional trauma, unlike to brain tumor you have Cato."
"Shut it Dex," Cato replied to the machine, "This guy looks like he needs some assistance, any of you guys got a medic somewhere?" he asked to the masked men. The two men looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"What the hell is their problem?" Cato asked.
"What did I tell you? There's no medic, we're all going to die and it's all your fault."
Cato sighed and ignored Dexter. He walked back to his bed and slumped down on it, not realizing that a figure was already lying there.
"What the hell?" Cato exclaimed. A girl looked up at him with green eyes that looked like she had been crying. She had bright pink hair and pale skin and wore a pink jersey and pink jeans,
"Jeez sorry are you all right?" She squealed in fear when she saw his fearsome red eyes and hid herself in her pillow and started crying again.
"Aw come on, it's all right. Look, if you tell me whats the matter I can find someway to help, I promise." Cato said to her with more care than he thought possible for himself. The girl in pinkk shook her head and went back to crying. There was an awkward silence for a bit before Dex declared,
ghosty wrote:So, just to clarify, everyone's on a boat heading for the island, and I'm already on it?
That would appear to be the case...I imagine that as the ship nears the island all the contestants aboard will be provided with some form of transportation ashore,unless there is some sort of port for a ship.
....Then again...we might all just get chucked over the side and told to swim for it.
As for the mask our " Staff" are wearing.. I would imagine that..
Pigs= basic grunt ( ) labour/security.
Wolves= Heavy security/soldiers/monitoring/intelligence (basically the elite troops).
Cats=Specialized female agents.
Rabbits= Various lower female agents.
...Just a rough idea,and entirely up to sillyboy...of course their are a plethora of other possible "animal mask" that could be designated to other sectors of those who work for Mr. Fox....Rats,Bulls and Birds of prey come immediately to mind.
Jimmy turned as the door to the room opened,he begun to stand,figuring it was time to go start The Game,but a man in a wolf mask motioned for him to remain seated.
A moment later,another gorgeous woman in a rabbit mask,appeared pushing a service cart loaded with food in front of her.
Jimmy's stomach growled as he caught a whiff of the fantastic aromas that drifted towards him,it had been near 24 hours since his last meal,and Jimmy was ravenous.
The woman in the rabbit mask went busily about setting out various trays and fine china and silverware before Jimmy,seductively brushing her body against his,she finished serving and smiled down at Jimmy " Enjoy your meal." she said before exiting the room.
Jimmy stared at the feast set before him,shrimp cocktail,vichyssoise,Mesclun salad,rare rib eye steak with sweet yams and chocolate mousse...truly a meal fit for a king.
Jimmy's stomach roared again,and the man plunged into the meal with hearty abandoned.
As Jimmy quelled his hunger with the delicious meal,he found himself wondering why he was receiving such fine treatment?
Was it Foxes standard procedure to give every participant in The Game a glimpse at the sort of life they could have if they won...or was he...for some reason..giving Jimmy preferential treatment?...and if so..why?
Jimmy shrugged,no reason to look a gift horse in the mouth he supposed...as he understood it,there were a hundred contestants in The Game...with those sorts of odds...this may well be Jimmy's last meal...so he'd by damn enjoy it while he could.
As Jimmy dug into the Chocolate Mousse,he glanced upon one of the many paintings displayed in the room,an image of Adam and Eve being expelled from Paradise into the grasping claws of a band of capering demons.
Jimmy frowned and pushed the uneaten mousse away as the symbolism sunk in.
fox: headhoncho
pigs: logistic/intel/ running the show (the greedy mr pig as an example)
wolfs: basic grunt: security, prepare games,.... drink beer.
Cats: Specialized female agents.
Rabbits: Various lower female agents.
and aardvarks are busy burying the poor latino girl.
other animals can be included for specific needs/ For example you want to talk to the head of the wolfs you could say hyena/dingo or something.
@ghosty
Yes we are heading to the island were you are.
For the moment i'm pondering how to get you on the island.
And to give you some motivations to interact.
For the moment i have something for everyone, some together.
But for fitzz i'm drawing blank..... i will find something.
and then i will put it on paper, so expect the major kick-off event in the weekend.
For he moments i would say, to use this chance to prepare and start some rp-interaction.
So that later, if you meet on the island, the chance of getting killed is less.
Jack finished his meal and threw his tray and useless utensils away, keeping the knife though it was made of plastic, he knew his way with cutlery. Looking back toward the door, he saw a pig leave and a wolf take his place by the door. Jack wanted to know what was through that door, for all he knew he was on a ship and nothing else as they had all been put in this large room.
As he approached the Wolf he straightened himself, "So whats through this door?" The wolf turned his gaze toward him and turned back to looking at the crowd of people. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with. Go back and rest, you will be notified when we get to the destination." Jack started to move toward the door, "so you don't mind if I just walk thro-" "Nobody is allowed through the door!" The wolf said more forcefully, shoving Jack back away from the door, exposing a 9milimeter pistol that was in his waist to get his point across.
As Jack walked back, he started to look around for a place where he could think, the place was very noisy with all the people talking and activity that was taking place. "You're going to want to see this Jackie." The Russian poked his head through Jack's Chest, looking up into his face. "Its VERY interesting beyond that door." Jack looked at the ghost with slight annoyance, "and how do you suppose I do that? He's armed with a pistol, I have a plastic knife. I'm pretty damn sure he'd win that fight."
"Well," the phantom began, "there are some of your companions in here that are unstable," He turned and noted one man that looked more uneasy than the rest of the people, "it only takes one person to panic to start a group panic." The phantom smiled and began to sink through the floor, leaving Jack standing to think about what he said.
For the first time since his arrival on the ship,Jimmy sat back and attempted to really access the situation he was in along with what had transpired.
Based on some of the statements Mr. Fox had made,Jimmy could determine that he knew a bit about Jimmy's past...along with his aspirations,but of course that stood to reason as background checks were easy enough for someone with the right connections...or enough money to do.
What gave Jimmy pause was the fact that Heather had signed up for The Game...had she really been trying to simply win the prize in some misguided attempt to hold on to Jimmy as the girl had said...or was there another reason?
"...And what about Tiny?" Jimmy thought " That fat bastard obviously sold me out and set me up to be here."
Jimmy shook his head..both his sometimes girlfriend and his crime partner both involved in this Game..that was just too much of a coincidence for Jimmy to swallow,,,there was definitely something else going on here...he didn't know what it was...but Jimmy swore he'd find out.
Jimmy sighed,thinking of his Brother Billy...god if he could ever use his Brothers gift for insight it was now...but...Billy was gone..almost eight years now since he'd gone down in a hail of gunfire.
Jimmy shook his head...He'd been weeks away from signing a contract with the State Sports Collective...Jimmy would have been a Star...Fame,women...the good life,,,he would have gotten out of that hell hole they were living in by using his god given gifts...and Billy would have gone with him...but then...he had gotten the phone call...Billy was dead...shot down in a fight with The East Side Night Lords.
Jimmy had gone wild,destroying the small room he was staying in and grabbing his pistol,he charged into the night.
He had located the NLs who had killed Billy the following night and in a crazed rage gunned them down one by one.
On the body of the last man he killed,Jimmy had found a half Kilo of Uptown White...he decided then and there to make his own way out..or die trying.
Jimmy shook his head again forcing the memories away...no time to think about the past now...he had to focus on the here and now...and do everything in his power to survive.
Damn, my ideas stopped flowing. Somethings bugging me, and I can't get it sorted out. But not to bore you, keep up the RP! pg 6 is a dangerous page for RP's. Type Type
basically Cato's had an unknown feeling of attraction his eyes turned green he talked to the girl and she told him her lifes gak and no-one would care if she died. He loses control of his body and kisses here, proving he cares and his eyes go back to normal. dexter makes a snide comment.
This isn't me going off topic it will be relevant soon.....
Scrazza wrote:The deadline... DUM DUM DUUUM! but I doubt that will happen to this one. not with all the major person here
Yeah...I don't believe that the usual "page 6 kiss of death" will be applicable here...Lot's of people with lots of ideas to keep driving the RP forward.
Hope y'all don't mind me party crashin' this here party. But this one seems to be doing well, so anyone mind explaining what's going on so I can hop in and cause some mayhem? Or do I have to read the entire thread?
Falco awoke in a dull metal room, two others inside with him. A girl of around 19, and a guy around 21. As soon as he sat up on a small bed he was on, the girl spoke to him.
"Finally, your up. You've been out for around an hour. What'd you do to end up here?"
Falco rubbed the back of his head, and then turned to answer the girls question.
"Uhh, rescued a guy who these masked people were driving insane. Literally."
"Good guy. I just got busted by taking a peek at some armoury these guys have. Should take us back to the main room soon. I mean, the games have got to start by the end of the day havn't they?" the girl questioned. "My names Rachel by the way. Hes Darius. He doesn't speak. As well... he had his tongue cut out years ago. Whats yours?"
Falco thought for a moment, thinking if it was best to answer the question.
"Falco. I'd rather not explain the mask."
"Fair enough. We all have our secrets," she replied. "Ahhh, here comes our way out."
As soon as she finished the sentence, three Wolf masks entered the prison cell from a sliding door, and led Falco and the other two out of the door.
Jimmy closed his eyes and dozed for a while,he wasn't exactly sure for how long,but he assumed he'd slept deeply as he woke to discover the table had been cleared of the leftovers of his meal.
" Must have been more tired than I thought" Jimmy mused as he stretched and felt his spine crackle.
Jimmy stood and examined the room some more,once again marveling at it's decor,the cost of the furnishings in this room could easily feed a family of ten for several years...and that wasn't even accounting for the paintings on the wall.
If they were real...and Jimmy had no reason to believe otherwise...they were priceless.
Jimmy had to laugh when he thought of how many people were willing to risk their lives for the million dollars Mr. Fox was offering as a prize for winning The Game.
It was more than obvious that a million dollars was chicken feed to Fox...a mear drop in the bucket to the type of wealth this man obviously had.
Yet people had queued up for a chance at his table scraps,risking their lives for an amount that Mr. Fox wouldn't even miss...an amount he'd obviously think nothing of spending just for a paining to hang on a wall.
" Who are you to judge" Jimmy laughed to himself " You'll be out there fighting for his scraps along with everyone else."
Jimmy sighed and returned to his seat,he filled his glass with some water and sipped it thinking " It won't be much longer now."
Dmitri began to fraternize. He was not only making allies, but was begininning to find weak spots in the enemy armor to exploit. For example, a young Scottish male has a weak left hand, so Dmitri will know to attack his right hand in the event of an emergency.
He met a nice girl. Her name was Medina, a young Italian girl who joined to win the money for her parents, so they could bribe a judge to let them out of jail.
"You know, I just wish, like, that the courts would, like, let them out if I just paid for the, but no, the world has to be fair, or something."
Dmitri noticed she had a weak left leg.
"Hey," she added, "You want to come back to my bunk tonight?" She was twirling her hair and shuffling one foot. Dmitri, however, knew nothing of western innuendos.
"Sure. I be there!"
She blushed. "Kay!"
She was smiling at the end of the conversation. As was the imposing Russian, watching the 20-something year old leave, was also smiling. She reminded him of his wife.
Jimmy looked up as the door opened once again. A wolf appeared. "Come with me. "Jimmy looked up at the wolf, the games were about to begin. "Wait a moment" he said.
He walked to the portret of Mr. Fox. Jimmy pulled the dop of a marker he had found. It felt good to massacre the face of Fox. The wolf just waited until he was finished.
"Done?" Jimmy looked at the new fox. "Yes i'm done" He threw the marker away and followed the wolf.
The wolf led him to the front of the ship. A crowd was already gathering there. "Wait here Mr. Freeman, the boss will be here soon."
Jimmy looked at the people. Looking around he wondered who was going to be the winner. He felt a shiver going down his spine as he realised that he was
surrounded by 99 dead people.
Cato looked around, moments ago everyone was send here. He finally saw all his opponents.
"Tell me why did we join again?" dexter asked. "Shut up Dex!" His gaze found the girl from before.
She smiled at him. Cato smiled back. He cursed inside, why did his body revolt against him?
She was a liability, but still he couldn't keep her from his mind.
He looked at the ocean, a dark shape hiding in the mist. Where were they.
"Let me research my database" dexter said. Cato held him up. His camera pointed at the dark shade.
"I've got a hit." Dexter said. "You're not going to believe this Cato." "What is it?"
"Welcome to Akane, birthplace of the disease." Dexter said softly.
Suddenly the crowd felt silent as Mr fox appeared. Followed by ten wolfs, dressed in the same white uniform.
For minutes Mr. Fox stood there, observing the crowd. His eyes studying everyone it seemed.
He pulled his high hat from his head. Short brown hair appeared. He threw his hat at a pig standing next to the crowd.
Music appeared out of nowhere. And Mr. Fox started dancing on the tones of the music. His Bodyguards soon followed.
"Wath the f***" Cato said suprised. He had suspected eveything, but not this. "That just passed the term crazy" he tought.
He watched as they put on a show, worthy of being on Broaway.
Finaly the happy tune ended. Fox stood in front of them heavily breathing. "No applause?" he muttered.
"There is no reason to be crued people!" The pig gave the hat back to Mr. Fox.
No one applauded, everyone was still in shock. "Oh, well. Soon you will hear your name, please do as your told. Resistance is futil."
The Mr. Pig from the vid appeared. "Anderson David - speedboat, Astar Lesly- red helicopter,...."
Cato walked to the blue helicopter after he heared is name, adrenaline started to flow throug his vaines.
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So everyone has been gathered on the boat and is waiting to be transported to Akane.
Akane (Japan) was the birthplace of the disease. From here the didease spread across the planet.
Akane was cleansed a few decades ago. Not by fire or explosion but manualy.
This means that everything is still standing, there is not to much destruction.
Broken cars are littering the street and everything is suffering of a lacl off maintenance.
The main city of Akane is called: Fuchu. It has some large building, but maxed at then floors.
Behind Fuchu there is a cliff, with on top a monastary. It's industry is mainly located around the harbour.
Akane is a big Island. Traveling from one end to the other takes around 5 hours and that's on a vehicle.
There is still loads of green on the island. Guns have been removed from the island thank to a intense search by Fox his goons.
So if you like to arm yourself it's time to get creative.
And if you are wondering wich song Fox was dancing on, it would be something like this.
Cato looked at the other people climbing in to his helicopter. The first was a twenty year old girl. She said her name was Medina. The second one was a grumpy old man in a tattered old bussines suit. The last two introduced themselves. The first was a hobo, who was missing several teeth and stank like rotting fish. The last one simply said that he was Sid. Just as the chopper was taking of a girl jumped on. She smiled at cato. It was Luna.
The helicopter took off, Cato looked down at the ship where people still were running around finding there location. They flew right to the city, The Hobo that sad next to Cato offered him a sip from a small sip from a rusty container. "No thanks" he said, not trusting the man. The Hobo just lifted his shoulders and took a sip.
The helicopter landed on top of a small appartment. "Get out!" the pilot screamed, "I've still got to pick up others. The passengers quickly disembarked the heli. they looked up as the chopper took of and headed back to the ship. "Wath now?" The girl said after they stared for a few minutes at the dissapearing chopper. "I don't have a clue." Sid said looking over the edge.
"Goodmorning participants." The voice appeared out of nowhere. "Welcome to the main game." "And now the race starts, there only will be one survivor." Sid noticed that everyone suddenly became more restricted. They didn't trust each others. "But, to keep you from killing each other, I have devised a little game for you. ..... From Now on you are a family. This means that you will protect each other, care for them. Because if the half of you don't survive until the end...... Then no one of you will." Sid looked at his new family, this wasn't going to be fun.
"And to kick of your game with a bang, i shall inform you that this building will explode in a matter of minutes. Have fun boys and girl." ___________
Dmitri sad in the helicopter, only filled with a wolf and one other player. Dmitri believed his name was Jimmy. Not that it mattered. The wolf put a black collar around his neck. "What is this'" He yelled at the wolf. "Its a bom!" the wolf yelled back. "Don't try to tamper with it, its quit sensitive!" The chopper hovered above an open place in the forest. As it started the decent the wolf pulled a picture out of its shirt.
"Look at him, remember his face." Sergei carefully studied the picture, memorizing every detail. "This is your game, kill this man before the end-game, if you fail the collar will detonate. "Whats the endgame he yelled. The answer was swept away in the wind. The wolf kicked Dmitri out of the chopper onto the open place. A bag fell next to him and the chopper raised again.
Dmitri touched his collar, but he didn't find a weak spot. It seemed that this was a game he would have to play. He pulled the bag next to him. In the bag he found a crossbow with some bolts. There was also a tattered map in it. He pulled it out and opened it. It was a map of an island. Dmitri tought that this was the island they were one. A red cross marked a location on the map. It seemed that he had to do some travelling.
He pulled the crossbow out of the bag. he hoped got would be mercifull for his target, because he wouldn't. ________
Spectre looked around, the helicopter was filled with six persons, the only name he remembered from the bunch. Was the guy sitting right before him; Jack. How did he get here he wondered. He was quickly pulled out of his toughts as a the wolf next to the pilot threw parachutes into the cabin. "Take one, and put it one."
"I wonder if anyone of you know how this works?" Nobody answered as they pulled the parachute on their back. "Just pull this." the wolf said pointing at a wire attached to a circle. "And gravity will take care of the rest. "In a few moments we will arrive at our location. Pray to your gods!" Spectre looked outside. The helicopter had been following the coastline for some time know. He felt the weight of the parachute on his back.
Once he dreamed of doing this and how cool it would be. But now he would give anything to be with his both feet firmly on the floor. The helicopter suddnely stopped moving and hovered in the air. "This is your drop zone!" the wolf yelled. "Time to jump, and I forgot to tell that one off the parachutes has a few holes in it." Spectre hoped he would survive as the wolf pushed al six of them overboard. ____________________
Falco woke up, his back burning hard. He quikly jumped up and removed his sweater and shirt. But the cool wind didn't ease the burning sensation. He tried to look over his shoulders but he saw nothing. He tried to feel what was going on with his back. He flinched as his hand touched the skin. The fire intesified everywhere his hand went. But still he continued. There was nothing on his back. Eveything was normal. but still it kept on burning.
Falco looked around trying to find where he was, eveything was made of wood. But all sorts of engrving riddled trough the dark brown wood. He remembered seeing those symbols once. He raised it shoulders, it was nothing important. He noticed a doorway leading out. Walking out the room he looked at a smaal zen-garden, surrounded by buildings. He now remebered wher he knew the symbols from, he was in some sort of asian temple.
He walked trough the garden, his back still burning. Falco smiled as he saw a little pond in the middle. He quickly jumped in trying to cool his back of. It helped but not much. He looked at his own reflection in the water. "Ofcourse reflection, Falco you idiot!" he glanced once again over his schoulder. but this time looking at his reflection.
Falco mouth fell open as he realised what had happened, all across his back dark symbols and numbers were tattoed on his skin. ___________
Jimmy still sad in the helicopter, the helicopter had already landed once, but the wolf commanded him to stay a board. He looked outside as the chopper flew over the forest. A few choppers had passed them, but for the last few minutes the only thing in the air were them.
The chopper started descending next to a small fisher village. The wolf yelled that he had to get out. Jimmy complied, what else could he do? His feet softly landed on the whits sand. Jimmy expected that he to would recieve a bag. He was dissapointed as the wolf just waved at him as they took of. "Great, just fething great." he screamed at the stupid helicopter dissapearing in the distance.
After he got over his dissapointment he walked to the village. He carefully glared over the edge of a window. "Suprise!" a voice said. Jimmy felt over in the sand, his heart pumping fast. "That ain't good, how old are you?" Jimmy looked at the window, his heart already getting calmer. He cursed as he saw the mysterious person was the creepy little girl. Artemis jumped out of the building. "you didn't answer" she said.
"Is everything allright?" she asked. "Why?" Jimmy simply asked. "Why what?" "Why are you here? Don't you have to play with you doll." Artemis pulled one of the blades from her back. The blade floating above his eyes. "Don't!" she yelled, anger dripped of her face. "I'm not one of them, you will respect me!" Jimmy swallowed. "Sorry?" he tried. Artemis pulled her blade back. "Just remember it, next time i won't be so kind.
Artemis helped jimmy up. "So why are you here" he asked. "I've taken a personal intrest in you jimmy. But this is not the time to talk . They are coming." "Who?" Groaning filled the air. Jimmy didn't need an answer anymore. He ran after Artemis in to the woods, infected following close behind. ____________
Sergei looked at the old truck standing next to their safehouse where they had recieve food. He had literally eaten more then a bear, not knowing when the next meal would come. The wolf threw the keys at Honby. "You've got enough juice to get to the main road. Also i have to give you this. The wolf pulled a black box out of the truck. "This is a container" he said. "Your game is to find the key to open it.
Sergei accepted the box, it was made of metal, so bashing it open wouldn't help. He flipped it around. The box had a numberlock, with twenty digits. "How in godsname are we going to brake a code with twenty numbers?" he asked. "Beats me, but thats all the info i can give you. You have to find the key.
"Good luck." the wolf said as they climbed into the rusty truck. Sergei knew they would need all the luck they could get. _____________
Ok the kick off event is done. I hope you guys enjoyed it. If you have any questions just say it and i'll try to give an answer.
@chowder I will pm you the name of your mysterious target. I'll wish you a good hunt.
And I'm glad you did something with Medina. I was going to do some strange things with her (not sexual, you creeps), like have her obsess over Dmitri, try to kill other contestants for him, and eventually, when she found out he was married, she would try kill herself, but Dmitri would stop her.
As the wolf began pushing them out of the chopper, a raggedy looking man began to panic. "HOLY SH*T! Who has the holey parachute? WHO HAS IT!?!? Is it me?" he started to scream as he tried to check his backpack, clearly not knowing how to operate one other than the instructions given by the wolf.
There were 4 more people still left in the chopper when he grabbed the string and pulled in an attempt to check if his parachute was the one with the holes. "NO!" the wolf screamed as the back opened up and the chute fell out of the backpack, harmlessly at first, only to be caught in the wind created by the rotating blades of the helicopter. The man was ripped out of the chopper and flew toward the back of the helicopter. A jaw retching jerk followed as the helicopter began to spin wildly out of control.
"WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON BACK THERE!" Screamed the pilot as he fought with the controls of the chopper to keep it steady. "F*CK IT!" He rushed the smalles of the group, a young boy that looked no older than a teenager. As the chopper spun more and more out of control, the pilot jumped out of his seat and jumped through the door, past the olderman, and younger woman as the other wolf finished stealing the parachute and jumped from the chopper.
The boy, still grabbing onto the side of the inside of the spinning chopper was still crying as the olderman and younger woman jumped. Appearing beside the boy, standing like all the chaos that was happening wasn't, the phantom appeared. "How do you think your sister would feel if she knew that you left a poor innocent boy like this to die here? After what happened to her, I don't think she would like it very much at all."
Jack looked out the opened door seeing the spinning world around the chopper, every now again seeing black smoke flash before the opening. He thought about what the phatom had said, he was right. His sister was one of the most kindhearted people in this sh*twad of a world. Jack looked at the boy and looked back out the door, seeing the ground come even closer now. "Damnit!" He screamed as he rushed the boy, ripping him off the wall and throwing them both out of the spinning chopper.
Falco was gobsmacked. How did he get this? The last thing he could remember, was that he was in a helicopter, with Rachel and Darius, agreeing on an alliance, when he had felt a sharp pain in his neck, and everything had gone black. What had they done to him? What was the meaning of this tattoo? Why did it burn? All these questions were burning in his head, and he had no answers for them. He also had the question of his brother to answer.
"Wait-" Falco thought. "Thats it. My brother. Fox told me that he was here. But where?"
And where were Rachel and Darius? Were they near? He hoped so. If they died he would have lost some valuable allies. He did'nt want that to happen.
The pain in his back was starting to soothe now, so he walked out of the pool, and walked back to his clothes. He didn't put them on as he was still quite wet. He just stood in the sun, and thought about his next move. Well, he had to find Rachel and Darius, that was for certain, and he needed to find a weapon. If somebody had a gun at this moment, and they were hostile, he would be dead very quickly. That wasn't going to happen. He had dried off now, so he picked up his clothes, and put them on. There could be weapons in the temple. Very unlikely, but it was the best he had right now. He would search inside there, and then make his way down from the cliff. That was a solid enough plan. Falco just hoped it was that simple.
Cato, after hearing the news that the building was about to explode walked into the middle of the group of people and said,
"Hey guys this building is gonna blow. If we want to escape we'll need to leave quickly."
Some of the other participants were nervous, including his friend. The man called Sid seemed relatively calm though. He looked aroung the building roof and saw there were some nearby buildings. He ran over to the edge of one and saw a nearby building was one good jump away.
"You seriously aren't considering jumping are you?" Dexter asked nervously.
"How far is it to the other side?" Cato asked the talking machine.
"About two meteres, a decent run up away."
Cato called over the others to him and said to the others,
"So guys, the jump is about two meters so we should be able to make it."
The others didn't sound convinced. One of them, the hobo, asked,
"And what if we don't make it?"
"Then we die, but it seems like there's no other way,"
There were some squeals at this moment from the Italian girl. Cato ignored them and simply shook his head. His suddenly looked at the pink haired girl that he had made friends with and asked,
Jimmy sprinted behind Artemis,amazed with the girls speed and agility,normaly there wasn't anyone Jimmy couldn't out run or out maneuver,but this kid made him feel like an amature.
He gaped as she deftly hurdled a down fall of trees,seeming to take flight as she did.
"Damn that kid can move." Jimmy thought as he attempted to keep up.
The howls of the infected were getting closer,and Jimmy quickly snapped a glance over his shoulder towards the pursuers.
Five of them,closing fast,one,who at some point in it's life had been a young woman,leading the pack by over two dozen yards,was almost on top of Jimmy.
" Dammit! Move Man Move!" Jimmy said to himself in an attempt to push himself harder.
Jimmy put on a burst of speed,and smiled as he was sure he'd out distanced the drooling,screaming woman behind him...when his foot hit a tree root and he went sprawling onto the forest floor.
" feth..I'm dead." Jimmy thought as he flipped over on his back just in time to see the mad woman descending upon him,hands hooked into claws...eyes filled with a crazed murderous light.
Jimmy pivoted as fast as he could,scissoring his legs and bringing his boot into a sideways arc smashing into the woman's jaw,snapping it a sending her flying..Jimmy leapt quickly to his feet as the infected woman struggled to stand...Jimmy ran towards her leaping high into the air...he brought both booted feet down with all his strength onto the woman's spine...shatering it with a loud crack.
Jimmy spared the creature a quick glance,seeing it twitch slightly on the ground,before turning to the other infected who were rapidly closing the gap.
A boy of perhaps sixteen sprinted towards Jimmy howling,his face slick with blood from where he'd bitten his own tongue off.
As the infected boy lunged,Jimmy dropped low and kicked the boys feet out from under him,the boy smashed face first into the Forrest floor.
Again,Jimmy leapt high into the air,this time bringing his boots down on the boys skull,feeling it crush under his heavy soles.
Jimmy dodged as the other three infected reached him,rolling across the canopy and snatching up a baseball bat sized hunk of wood and swinging it with all his might,connecting with one of the closest creatures heads and knocking it sprawling...snapping the club in half.
Jimmy was knocked sideways as another infected grabbed for him and he back rolled onto his feet as the creature leapt again.
Jimmy sidestepped and again swept the advancing creatures legs knocking it to the ground and driving the remains of the splintered club into the mans chest as though Jimmy were Van Helsing in some old Dracula film.
as Jimmy begin to relax feeling his chances of escape improve ,he was grabbed by the last infected,a huge bear of a man ...howling like a banshee it pulled Jimmy closer.
Jimmy struggled with a mad mans strength,doing his best to avoid those gnashing teeth...the thing couldn't bite him...but try as he might Jimmy couldn't break the monsters iron grip.
" Let me go!! you rotten mother fether " Jimmy said as he struggled,but it was no use,Jimmy could feel his grip slipping...the thing had him.
As Jimmy resolved to go out fighting...he heard a noise...like a car tire suddenly loosing air...he blinked..realizing the huge mans head was now gone.
The headless corpse griped Jimmy tighter for a moment,then toppled over into a fall of leaves.
Jimmy fell to the ground coughing,he shook his head to clear it.
Glancing up...he saw Artemis cleaning her sword,a small smile on her face.
" You'll have to do better than that" She said " Now...get on your feet...we have to keep moving.
Jimmy got up,grey spots dancing before his eyes and dashed of behind Artemis.
Yeah and Pink hair girl was with me before that, you only specified that others got on after me. But if you dont want her to be with me I wont argue (but I will be a bit annoyed as I had something in mind for her )
Yeah..Artemis pulled Jimmy's bacon out of the fire in that one,I figured it made sense due to her "interest" in Jimmy.
Now,I have a few questions...you said all firearms had been removed from the island...but are other weapons around...or did Fox pretty much clean everything out?
Also...there are vehicles on the island...correct?
The truck rumbled out of the yard, and onto the dusty track path. Ranger was driving, and, having got his voice back, was swearing like a proverbial sailor. The vehicle was old, and the axle was little more than a twisted lump of rust. Even with enough fuel to last them until the main road, the chances of the crappy vehicle even getting close was remote.
Sergei, along with Honby were sitting in the back, having a mixed conversation of whispers and sign language.
"So what do we do now? We gotta open this box."
Sergei shrugged. "Do we? I mean, there were no ifs or buts, the guy just said, find the key, open the box. It doesn't sound as if there's any ramifications of not doing it, in all honesty. Right now, I'm more concerned with the mission."
Ranger looked round, a questioning look upon his face. Sergei smiled, and pointed at the box.
"See if you can't pry it open."
The man nodded, and rested it between his thighs, as he continued driving. Sergei then pulled back to conversing with Honby, but using sign language, as to stop eavesdroppers.
"Intel provided us with info. Once they find the island, they will air drop the means to an end."
"I see."
They dared not do anything else. If people were watching them with cameras...
Then, after saying these words, Cato ran up to the edge of the building and jumped gracefully to the other building, rolling as he landed. The others followed suit but the hobo was too nervous.
"I.I.I.I cant do it." he said.
"Yes you can! Just have faith in yourself!" Cato replied.
The hobo paused before leaping off the building, but he was a good foot short and plummeted to his death, screaming as he went. There was silence for a moment before our resident air-time breaker interrupted the moment,
"HOLY SH*T!" Dexter shouted.
Cato sank to his knees and put his hands to his face and started to cry. This was unusual for him but his body was taking control again.
Medina (and/or Luna depending on sillyboy) went up to him and tried to comfort him.
"There there," Medina said, giving him a hug.
Suddenly Cato's hands went rigid and he stood up, his eyes changing to their natural brilliant green.
"Thats it," Cato said defiantly, "This Fox guy can go f*ck himself, now its personal. No=one messes with a hobo and gets away with it, that could've been my brother for all I know."
"He turned around and faced his "family", radiating an aura of someone who has a purpouse, a meaning and dramatic sphere pulsating around him, engulfing all in its path,"
"Enough of the commentry Dex, its time to go."
At this he ran away from the building with a bomb, the others following him out of pure "why not?" and he leaped across to another building, all succeding in his wake as the previous building exploded in the explosion from the building behind it. He slowed down to a walk with a determined look on his face, his green eyes shimmering with light.
"That, looked, awesome!" Dex pipped in, hoping to lighten the mood.
Fox looked on his monitor screen watching the explosion unfold. He chuckled and sipped his wine,
"Thats it Cato, get closer to your brother and be reunited. Hell, have flowers and a ceremony if you like, but it all means nothing," came the laughter of the sly fox and his fingers danced aroung a Big Red Button (!).
by luna I mean the pink haired girl I encountered earlier. You didnt seem to have a problem with it then. If I come across as rude then I am sorry. Shes just my characters motivation and all.
But as fitzz once said........... hmmm can't find it.
Something about not placing npc where they aren't.
In the event i never mention luna. So it strikes me as odd, that you suddenly rp here standing next to you. Like she
appeared out of thin air. But if you really think she is that important to have at the moment. I'll gladly write her into the event.
shhht. He was just happy. And wouldn't expect the wrath of the GM.
Oh well, when you least expect it, thats when i'll strike. Blood will fill the ocean and khorne will be pleased.
sillyboy wrote:shhht. He was just happy. And wouldn't expect the wrath of the GM.
Oh well, when you least expect it, thats when i'll strike. Blood will fill the ocean and khorne will be pleased.
sillyboy wrote:shhht. He was just happy. And wouldn't expect the wrath of the GM.
Oh well, when you least expect it, thats when i'll strike. Blood will fill the ocean and khorne will be pleased.
I can't roleplay, you people have less of a life than me, and therefore the fourm is moving too fast to kill all the damn homework zombies that are killing me.
So, goodbye!
lord of the ghosts wrote:I can't roleplay, you people have less of a life than me, and therefore the fourm is moving too fast to kill all the damn homework zombies that are killing me.
So, goodbye!
Jimmy and Artemis burst from the woods onto a small dirt road,Jimmy Pausing for a moment,his hands on his knees catching his breath.
Artemis laughed lightly " I thought you were supposed to be some sort of super athlete" she teased.
Jimmy glared at the girl,who wasn't winded at all and shook his head " We just ran over four miles in less than 15 minutes...gimme a break."
" No." Artemis smiled " Keep moving."
Jimmy swore under his breath and jogged along with the girl down the dirt road.
In the distance,a small Burnt out house loomed into view,Jimmy quickly thinking that perhaps something useful might be found inside moved towards it.
" What are you doing" Artemis asked as she turned to face Jimmy.
" I'm going check it out...might find some stuff we can use." Jimmy said nearing the house.
" Doubtful" Artemis said flatly "You should keep moving."
" I will...but I want to have a quick look" Jimmy said.
" If you must" Artemis replied with a shrug.
Inside the charred remains,Jimmy found little of value,mostly burned furnishings and the roasted remains of three people...nothing of any use to him,he sighed and walked back outside.
" Waste of time ?" Artemis said with mirthful scorn in her voice.
"Pretty Much" Jimmy nodded.
" You should listen to me" The girl said " I know what I'm talking about."
" Yeah yeah" Jimmy said dismissing her and walking back towards the road.
" Yeah Yeah" Artemis mocked Jimmy as she followed " You know everything...in fact your so bright you almost got yourself killed back there."
Jimmy begin to turn to confront the girl,when his foot struck something in the tall grass with a dull thunk.
The man bent over and came up holding an aluminum baseball bat...a large smile on his face.
Artemis rolled her eyes at Jimmy " Fine...I'm so happy for you... now keep moving." she said.
Commissar NIkev wrote:If you allow me....I will kill Lord of the Ghosts character.....I didn't like him saying that much.
I can think of a many great ways to kill him...although some of the Ropers here *looks at Fitzz* could probably do it better....
Though my methods of dispatching him may be different than yours NIkev...you should be granted the glory of the kill.
With sillyboys permision...indulge yourself my friend.
Commissar NIkev wrote:If you allow me....I will kill Lord of the Ghosts character.....I didn't like him saying that much.
I can think of a many great ways to kill him...although some of the Ropers here *looks at Fitzz* could probably do it better....
Though my methods of dispatching him may be different than yours NIkev...you should be granted the glory of the kill.
With sillyboys permision...indulge yourself my friend.
Fantastic....though, either he dies VERY SOON or in a while....It is undecided.(if Sillyboy is to choose me to dispatch him)
Its funny...now I'm wondering who Sillyboy will decide to take care of him...or if he'll do it himself.
" So where exactly are we going ?" Jimmy asked as he jogged besides Artemis.
The girl glanced over at him and offered a small knowing grin,but said nothing.
" I mean do you even know ?" Jimmy said " Or are we just running for the sake of running ?"
Again the girl said nothing.
" So..." Jimmy said " I guess we just run around until we get killed ?...is that the idea?"
Artemis laughed lightly " You talk to much Jimmy."
" And you don't talk enough." Jimmy shot back " I'm just trying to figure out what the plan is."
Artemis smiled again " The plan ?...Right now staying alive is the only plan you have to concern yourself with." she said...." Now duck."
" Wha..?..Duck?" Jimmy stammered
" Duck idiot." Artemis said louder unsheathing her swords.
Jimmy quickly dropped to one knee as Artemis' swords cut the air over his head, shoulder rolling and coming to his feet behind Artemis ,his bat raised to strike,Jimmy watched as two decapitated infected fell to the ground.
" Holy gak!" Jimmy said.
" Sometimes they don't make any noise" Artemis said cleaning the blood from her swords " If you hadn't been babbling so much you'd have heard them come out of the woods."
Jimmy nodded "Dually noted" he said.
" So less talk...more follow." Artemis smilled
Jimmy nodded again...he'd just have to wait to see exactly where Artemis was going.
lord of the ghosts wrote:I can't roleplay, you people have less work to do than me, and therefore the fourm is moving too fast to kill all the damn homework zombies that are killing me.
So, goodbye!
That's what I meant to say, just that the first thing I said came into my mind first.
Plus, I suck at roleplaying...
Several miles up the road.Artemis came to an abrupt halt...her eyes scanning the treeline intently.
Jimmy moved a step closer to the girl and peered into the woods.
"Wha.." Jimmy begin
"Shhh" Artemis quickly cut him off lifting a finger in his direction.
Jimmy readied his bat and tilted to sprint if need be.
"Run!" Artemis said bolting down the dirt road.
Jimmy took of behind the girl,snapping a quick glance over his shoulder.
At least a dozen infected poured through the trees behind them.
" Feth" Jimmy thought as he put on a burst of speed hoping to outdistance the pursuers.
IC:With a sudden, and ominous cranking noise, the axle on the truck snapped, years of rust and decay crumbling away to nothingness. The vehicle trundled onwards for several more metres, before grinding to a stop.
"What now then?" Ranger said, his plate sized hands resting on the wheel.
"Lets see how much fuel we got, we could keep it for later." Sergei said, images of molotovs dancing in his head.
Jumping heavily out onto the dirt path, Sergei, quickly surveyed his surroundings. It was quet, and all he could hear was the rustling of the trees, and the quiet, calculated breaths of Agent Honby. Ranger stopped under the Truck, and began to siphon off the fuel into a couple of jam jars that happened to be conveniently in the truck. In truth they had probably been placed there, to make the game all the more fun.
"Dyou here something?"
Ranger looked puzzled.
"I don' hear nothing."
"You probably still got sea water in your ears. I can definitely hear som-"
At first it was a quiet wailing, but it picked up in sound, second by second, until the clear screaming of something hurtling to earth far to fast echoed through the forest around them. Presently, a man with a parachute ended his meteoric descent with a sickening crunch onto the dirt track.
"Jesus H Christ!" Ranger screamed, jumping backwards, and half pouring the contents of a jam jar over himself.
"Things certainly are getting interesting, and no mistake."
I certainly am my friend...However,it seems your group has broken down along a dirt road....and..Jimmy and Artemis just happened to be being chased by a group of infected down a dirt road...Hmmm...the possibilities begin to present themselves.
Oh. And here was me going to start to interact with dear Spectre! Ah, I suppose I can always make allowances. After all, this unnamed man who fell from the sky could have been anyone...
Sergei jogged over to the mangled pile of man, clothing and parachute. it was a mess; most of the person had been smeared across a metre square radius, and were it not for his effluent smeared clothes holding him in, parts of him probably would have gone a lot further.
"Nice..." Sergei said, his nose wrinkling from the smell of faeces. The poor shmuck had shat himself as he fell from the sky. But to the matter at hand. Sergei began to look through the mans rucksack on his back, which came free from his body with little difficulty. Initially this guy seemed like a contestant, or even a tourist blown off course; camera, spare clothes...
"Now why do you have this...?"
Honby looked up from filling up a jar.
"Anything interesting?"
"You could say that." Sergei replied, jogging back over with the rucksack in his arms, cradled like a baby. He stopped in front of the agent, and tipped out the bags contents onto the dirt track. Underneath the clothes were a series of documents, with classified stencilled onto the folder sleeves, there was a photo of an island from birdseye view, circled with red permanent marker, there was another photo of a man from behind, wearing a suit, and a large hat...
There was also a pistol. It was a large and clunky design, a Python. Not the most impressive of weapons, with it;s snub nose and deadly recoil, but it was most certainly better than nothing. Only six bullets though. only six shots. Sergei vowed he would not miss.
Honby busied himself looking through the documents, his mouth opening and closing silently, as he read each word. Occasionally a frown would spread across his face, and he's look over at the photo of the man.
"Sergei, I think these documents are for us..."
"You sure?"
"It's highlighting a mission of sorts, about taking down a certain fox..."
"Your joking..."
"Agent of our government, or hired intel operative?"
Ranger looked up at them confused. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead he thought better of it. Everyones reasons for coming here were personal, and there reasons didn't concern him.
"You hear something?"
Sergei, Ranger and Honby turned to look down the dirt track they had travelled along, all three having a look of obscured confusion, and rising fear.
Jimmy and Artemis bolted down the dirt road,leaving the infected a good two hundred yards behind.
"Not bad" Jimmy thought " But still not far enough" he ran faster,still not catching up to Artemis who was several yards ahead of him.
"Damn that kid can move"Jimmy thought for the second time today.
spurred on by the howls of the infected...which had grown louder..Jimmy kicked up his speed.
Suddenly,in the distance Jimmy saw a group of men ...three guys,one of them huge...they appeared to have been checking out a badly wounded person...or perhaps they had killed the guy themselves...who knew..
What Jimmy did know was that they had a vehicle "Thank god" Jimmy thought..."Well..that is if they'll give us a ride."
Artemis reached the group of men first ,Jimmy rushing up quickly behind.
" C'mon...we've got to move!!" Jimmy said " Get in your truck."
Artemis shook her head.."There truck's broken down."
"Goddamnit!!" shouted Jimmy.
The sounds of the infected drew nearer.
" I know of a place we can go." Artemis said quickly before running off.
A man with a scar turned and looked at Jimmy " Isn't she...?" the man begin.
" Yeah...she is." Jimmy said nodding " C'mon follow her..those things aren't far behind."
The group took of running trying to catch up to Artemis.
Jimmy and Sergei run for their lives..Part ll.
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The band of men pounded up the dirt road at full speed,the huge guy falling behind as they ran.
" Hurry up Ranger!!" The man with the scar bellowed over his shoulder.
" Feth Ranger.." Jimmy thought putting on a burst of speed " If they catch him...all the better for us."
The Huge man quickened his pace,and much to Jimmy's surprise actually caught up with the rest of the group.
A moment later the group rushed up to Artemis who was crouched low behind a huge fallen tree,she motioned for them to get down.
" Are you insane." Jimmy said "Those fething things are right behind us."
Artemis quickly gestured to a small group of buildings in a nearby field,she then pointed out a band of infected who were in the process of ripping a screaming man to pieces about a hundred yards to the west of the buildings.
" It would seem we have infected to the rear and to our front." the man with the scar said.
" No Gak...ya think?" Jimmy said
The man shot Jimmy a go to hell look...Jimmy shrugged.
" We run for the first building" Artemis said " Move fast and move as quietly as posiable...we don't want them seeing us too soon."
With that Artemis darted rapidly for the buildings.
" This is going to suck" the giant called Ranger said.
" Probably is.."Said Jimmy leaping the tree and sprinting for the buildings as the others quickly followed.
As the group reached the halfway mark to the structures,the infected that had been pursuing them crashed over the fallen tree...shrieking and howling at the sight of their prey.
Alerted by the noise the second group of infected disguarded the remains of the dead man they'd been gnawing on and turned their attention to the group running across the field.
With a single unified roar ...they rushed towards the sprinting group.
Ghosty, as soon as I read about a man in a parachute...the cogs of a great plan began to spin into play....then I read farther and now....there's just no way.
"DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMNING!" Screamed Jack as the two plummeted from the chopper. As they spun, the helicopter came into and out of view. Its rear rotor had been completely removed and the helicopter was now freely spinning wildly. The ground, far, but moving ever closer ever faster.
"I don't wanna die! Don't let me die! Why did you pull me out of there dammit!" Screamed the boy as he clutched onto Jack, wrapping his legs around his waistline. "I'm not going to let you just die! I'm trying to save you!" The boy just grabbed onto Jack and squeezed, "Don't let me die, Don't let me die, Don't let me die, Don't let me die!" He repeated as he cried his eyes out.
"Dammit kid! Loosen up or I can't deploy the chute!" Screamed Jack as he squirmed to make space for the parachute. "Let me go Dammit!" Jack screamed again, kneeing the boy as hard as he could. "Your trying to kill me bastard!" Screamed the boy, "I'm not going to let you kill me! Give me that damn Parachute!"
The boy began to punch Jack as hard as he could, unbuckling the Parachute as he went. "What the," Jack received a blow to the face, "F*CK!" he finished beginning to throw punches back.
Jack and the boy were exchanging blows whilst falling down from the burning chopper. Jack fighting to get the boy away. The boy fighting to get ahold of the parachute. "Hey, you there." came an all to familiar voice. Floating down along with the fighting pair, the phatom appeared. "So how's the view from up here?" As Jack moved his head out of the way from a strike with the boy he sneared, "SHUT-UP!".
The duo continued their fight for the parachute with their new 'companion'. "Its getting awfully close to time you should deploy your parachute." Taunted the phantom, "If I may ask, It seems you have forgotten about your little plastic knife that you kept from earlier. Would you cut him up a little? Its been a while since I've seen a good knife killing and this just seems the perfect time."
"The knife!" Shouted Jack, realizing that he had forgotten about it entirely. "What knife!" Yelled the boy back into his face, reaching for Jacks hand as it moved toward the knife. Seeing a quick opening, Jack jabbed at the boy's neck with his opposite hand, landing a blow that would have crushed someone's esophagus had he not lost most of his energy in the current fight.
Rearing back from the strike the boy grabbed his neck with both of his hands, leaning back as he did. Seeing this other opening, Jack pushed as much strength he could muster into his next two hits which he aimed at the boys thigh, shifting his hand into the form known as frogging to most who use it.
As Jack hit the thigh with in hand, the boy's leg shook from the pain of the hit. With the boy's leg a great deal more loose, Jack grabbed it and pried his one leg off of him before turning to the other. As Jack moved toward the second leg the boy realized he was loosing grip and tried desperately to grab Jack again. "No you don't!" Shouted Jack as he placed another Jab into the boy's re-exposed throat. Rearing back a second time, Jack got his body into a position shove the boy away, which he immediately took.
Grabbing the boy by the shirt, Jack pulled him close, "Don't F*ck with those who seek to save you", Jack then shoved the boy away from him with all his remaining strength. Dumbstruck, the boy drifted away as Jack pulled the string and deployed the Parachute. Between the screaming and the wind, jack wished he heard neither.
'Damnit' he thought to himself as he fell. 'If that damned fool hadn't freaked and destroyed the chopper I'd be on the way back to get some more of the dumbass bastards to watch them die'.
As the wolf fell, he watched the others below him land and detach themselves from their parachutes. 'Time to open up' He thought, 'I'm gonna have some fun with that pretty little girl before I head back.' he smiled as he allowed the lustfilled thoughts to fill his mind.
Pulling the string, he was rewarded with the sound of the parachute deploying. Though, he didn't seem to slow down. "What Tha F*CK!" He blurted as he looked above, only to see a deployed parachute with large gashes throughout it.
As he looked back down, the ground was getting closer and closer. "Aw F*ck"
As Jack landed safely on the ground, he was greeted by some of the contestants, and 2 bodies laid out on the ground. One was the boy that Jack had fought with. The other was the wolf that had stolen the holey parachute. The pilot had been savagely beaten by the remaining survivors and was being interrogated by the other contestants.
Jack walked over to the dead boy, "Dumbass, you should have let me help you." As he looked at the body, he could see a tattoo on the back of the body, LOG.
I realy enjoyed your RP,but I have to ask one question...just how high in the air was that helicopter?
Seems like Jack was falling for a very long time.
Jimmy and Sergei run for their lives..Part lll.
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Artemis reached the building,a two storie cynder block structure,first and quickly opened the door.
She turned to see the others closing rapidly...but the group of infected that had come from the west of the building were closing fast.
" Move!!"Artemis shouted as she saw the big man fall.
Jimmy and the man with the scar were running side by side,the other man had almost reached Artemis when they heard the big man hit the ground with a thud.
"Ranger!!" the man with the scar shouted " Get up!!"
"Feth him...he's a dead man" Jimmy said " Move."
An Infected was almost on top of the huge man,and Jimmy begin to turn to run for the building when he heard a pistol report echo across the field.
The Infected mans head disappear in a spray of blood,skull and brain and it's body tumbled like a rag doll.
Jimmy glanced at the man with the scar who stood in a shooters stance a revolver clasped in both hands.
" You have a fething gun ?" Jimmy asked a bit surprised.
" No Gak...you think." The man with the scar said before rushing to aid the big man to his feet.
" Goddamnit leave him!" Jimmy shouted as he saw two more infected closing the distance to the big man rapidly.
" Feth I got to be nuts." Jimmy thought as he raced after the man with the scar.
Jimmy ran to where the man with the scar was helping Ranger to his feet just as the two infected were upon them...swinging his bat as hard as he could,Jimmy connected with the skull of one of the howling creatures,cracking it like an egg.
The other infected ..a screaming woman, lunged for the man with the scar,the man pivoted and snapped her neck in one fluid motion.
" C'mon!!" Jimmy yelled " Lets move!!"
"My ankle." The big man called Ranger said "Twisted."
" Feth me." Jimmy said " C'mon!!"
The man with the scar grabbed the big man supporting him " Help me" he said to Jimmy.
" We're gonna fething die out here..you know that?" Jimmy said grabbing the big man and helping to drag him along as rapidly as possible.
The shrieks of the Infected were getting closer and Jimmy looked to see two more scant yards away.
" Shoot 'em" Jimmy yelled to the man with the scar.
" Can't" The man said " Not enough bullets.."
" Mother Feth" Jimmy yelled turning loose of the big guy and swinging his bat again,smashing it into the face of the nearest infected.
Jimmy heard a strangled growl and turned seeing the other Infected being choked by Ranger.
Jimmy rushed in swinging his bat into the creatures knees and taking it to the ground.
" Move!!" Artemis yelled again from the doorway.
Jimmy and the man with the scar grabbed Ranger and again ran as fast as they possibly could.
Jimmy could feel the infected close behind,so close he could smell their rotted stench..." We're going to die." Jimmy thought again as he heard an infected shriek so close to his back he could feel the sickly heat of it's breath.
Then they were rushing through the buildings doorway,Artemis slamming and locking it behind them as the infected slammed into the heavy door.
Jimmy sat down breathing hard,as outside the building more and more infected arrived.
" Well...this was a hell of a plan." Jimmy murmured.
And that's why the crowds watching will love me, and that's why I'll survive to be a top dog, and that's why people won't be able to contend with my might.
ghosty wrote:And that's why the crowds watching will love me, and that's why I'll survive to be a top dog, and that's why people won't be able to contend with my might.
Jimmy and Sergei run for their lives..Part lV.
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" Well...this was a hell of a plan." Jimmy murmured.
The infected outside pounded on the doors and few small windows of the structure,which thankfully were reinforced.
" They can't get in here." the man with the scar observed " The door is solid steel and the windows are apparently made from storm glass."
" This area was designated as a military complex...it was still under construction when the virus came." Artemis said.
" So...they can't get in" Jimmy said " We still can't go out there...we going to just sit in here and starve?"
" Follow me" Artemis said heading for the stairs.
" Follow me.." Jimmy mocked the girl as the group rushed to the stairs behind her.
A moment later they stepped out onto the roof of the structure,Artemis strolling to the edge and peaking over.
" About two dozen of them down there." She turned and said looking around " Could be worse."
" Could be better." Jimmy said under his breath looking over the edge to see the howling grasping forms of the infected bellow.
" So...we bomb them." The man with the scar said.
Jimmy stared at the man as though he'd gone crazy " Excuse me...did you say...bomb them?"
The man with the scar nodded and smiled, pointing to a large stack of heavy cinder blocks
Jimmy laughed " I like how you think man." quickly jogging to the stack of bricks and snatching one up.
Jimmy nodded at the heft of the blocks,each weighing about 20 pounds " Yeah...these will work."
Jimmy walked to the side of the building shouting down to the mob of infected " Incoming!!! you sorry drooling freaks!!!" with that Jimmy hurled the huge brick towards one of the infected hitting it squarely in the top of it's head,the creatures skull split like an over ripe melon and it toppled over..brain leaking from it's shattered head.
Jimmy turned to the man with the scar,who had two blocks in his hands.
" Nice plan my man." Jimmy said nodding and rushing back to retrieve more ammunition.
Jimmy and the three other men stood at the edge of the building hurling cinder blocks down on the shrieking infected bellow,the giant called Ranger being particularly devastating with his throws...each heavy brick all but decapitating the infected he targeted.
As the men finished off the last of the creatures bellow,Artemis sat back on a discarded pallet,she eyed the men coldly...a small smile on her face.
"So" Sergei said, mopping his brow. The work had been enjoyable, but hard. Repeatedly lifting breeze blocks had broken him into a sweat, and, loathe as he was to admit it, seeing Rangers killer shots made him sick to the stomach. Somethings head shouldn't end up in the shape they did
under the onslaught of those bricks.
"So." Jimmy said, unsure of the next stance he should take. These people were new, and Jimmy didn't like new. For all he knew, these people were out to kill him. Who new what the game entailed? So everyone stood in silence, watching each other intently, trying to determine their respective personalities, and whether or not they were potentially out to kill one another.
Ranger broke the silence by coughing awkwardly. Everyone looked over.
"Erm, guys, have you noticed something?"
Sergei frowned.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Where's Honby gone."
"Ohshitohshitohshitohshit!" wailed Agent Honby as he raced through the underbrush, a pair of infected screaming at his back. This was not part of the mission. This couldn't happen. Not to him. It had all happened so fast, one second they had been rummaging through the contents of a dead man, the next a man and women had raced past, and then all chaos broke lose. Now, now he was going to die. And so soon. An infected reached out, and grasped the collar of his shirt. Honby span and did what was natural.
"Oh feth!" Swore Sergei, racing over to the edge of the building, and looking out from his vantage point, trying to sight in on his ally. However, surrounding the military camp was a dense copse of trees, and seeing much further than the treeline proved practically impossible even for Sergeis keen sight. After several seconds of frantic scannning for movement, he punched the palm of his hand, and turned back to the others.
"We gotta go find him."
A soft laugh from behind made them turn around. Artemis was sitting on the pallet, smiling an innocent smile of someone who finds funerals, or dead kittens, funny.
"He's already dead, Fox will announce it any second from now, believe me."
"He's already dead, Fox will announce it any second from now, believe me." she had just finished her sentence when a booming voice
appeared. "Goodmorning contestants!" Fox said. Their wasn't a part on Akane where his voice couldn't be heared.
"The games have officially started for one hour now. It's time for a brief review." Jimmy glared at his new found comrades,
he did not expect this. "Everyone has safely made it on to our little island. But for some it was a brief visit." Fox giggled.
"For now there are 4 deaths, one fell out of a helicopter the poor lad. The second one fell of a building.
And a third uninvited guest has plummeted to his grave. We know the origins of this unwanted guest. So don't
worry we will take the needed staps to prevent this from happening again."
"Did he know?" Sergei tought. "If he did problems could be heading his way soon."
"And at least the last one proved to be a fine dinner. That is all for now." the voice concluded. "But a message for my little girl."
The entire group looked at Artemis. "I know what you seek my daughter. But i assure you, you will gain nothing.
I can't stop you from trying, but i hope you will see the truth. That is all."
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Dmitri had listened to the message, this wasn't good. How could he acomplish his goal know.
He stood there in the middle of the forest not knowing what to do. He heared fox's voice again.
you're assigment has altered, due to recent developments. Your goal now is to find the one called
Falco, he is the key. You have to keep him alive and make sure nobody uses the key."
Dmitri knew what he had to do. He picked up his crossbow and wandered in a random direction.
Hoping it would be the right direction.
ghosty wrote:I only had him removed as I thought you hadn't mentioned him.
My bad, sorry Fitzz :(
It's all good bro...I like your idea better...I only mentioned him in passing as I wasn't exactly sure what you intended to do with him and didn't want to "kill him off" in my RP...
Ah but Fitzz, take into account that your agenda could change at any given moment. I'm not trusting you or Jimmy, I don't want a baseball bat to the back of the head when I'm not looking.
ghosty wrote:Ah but Fitzz, take into account that your agenda could change at any given moment. I'm not trusting you or Jimmy, I don't want a baseball bat to the back of the head when I'm not looking.
Following Foxes announcements ,Jimmy sat down on a stack of lumber and put his head in his hands rubbing his eyes.
" So.." He said looking up "What now?"
"We keep moving." Artemis said,her smile gone and look of anger on her face,something Fox had said had ruffled her feathers.
" Moving to where ?" Ranger said
" Hold up.." The man with the scar said " Who the hell said we're following you?...either of you." He said eyeing Jimmy.
" Mr..." Jimmy started
"Sergei" The man with the scar said .
" Well..Mr. Sergei...seeing as you have a gun...I sort of hoped to tag along" Jimmy said.
" I don't trust you Mr.." Sergei said.
" Jimmy...my names Jimmy...and I don't trust you either" Jimmy said " But it makes sense for us to stick together...gives us a better chance if we come across a lot of infected...especially with your gun and big man over there."
Artemis spoke " We're wasting time...we should get off this roof and get moving again."
Sergei stared at the girl " You don't give orders here...And I'm not going anywhere until I think things through.".
I realy enjoyed your RP,but I have to ask one question...just how high in the air was that helicopter?
Seems like Jack was falling for a very long time.
It probably seemed like it was a long time because I described a LOT (at least in my opinion).
The more details the reader has the more immersed they get.....sometimes.
But they were High up there....I'd say probably higher than normal jumpers would jump....Mr. Fox wants his ratings
Okay I'm starting to get quite worried now. I think the sooner I leave the Temple the better, seeing as I'm the "key" and that I think it has something to do with the temple. I'll try and leave in a good fashion.
Falco stood out on the small courtyard, on the edge of the cliff, and noticed a small path leading down the side of the cliff, coming from the entrance to the temple. That was how he would get down.
He was about to walk into the temple and leave, when he saw a figure moving up the cliff on the path, but he couldn't make out who it was. He had company.
He ran into the temple and tried to find somewhere to hide, so he could ambush the person, but there was nowhere. The intereior of the tmeple had elaborate designs on all the surfaces, and suddenly Faclo knew what to do. He ran up to a wall, and started to scale it with ease, until he could then move near the entrance carefully from there. He did, and waited for his prey.
He came, and instantly Falco loosened his grip, and dropped from the wall. As soon as he was close enough, Falco grabbed the person, and all his weight crashed upon the stranger. The stanger was in pain, and just when Falco was about to punch the daylights out of him, he noticed who it was.
"Darius?!"
Darius let out a low moan, and nodded.
"S**t, sorry," Falco released the pressure from Darius, and moved over to the door, and gestured for Darius to follow him, Darius got up slowly, letting out a few moans, and walked with Falco. they walked out of the temple, and onto the path from which Darius had got up.
"Where is Rachel, Darius?" Falco asked.
Darius shook his head, and pointed over to the forest that was nearby, and then further on to a city, which Falco could only see a few extremely tall buildings of.
"She died in the city?!" Falco asked worriedly.
Darius shook his head this time.
"You seperated from her, and you know she is in the city?"
Darius nodded, and used and signs, to tell Falco that they were seperated by the infected, and he had come up here for safety, Rachel had moved the other way to a city.
Falco looked, and saw that one of the skyscrapers had been blown to bits, and is a pile of rubble.
"S**t, we've got to find her Darius," he asked, and Darius agreed.
Then they started to move, down the cliff path, determined to find Rachel. Falco also thought, his brother.
Jimmy turned to the man called Sergei " Look man..you have a gun..and it's not like there isn't safety in numbers"
" Who's safety?" Sergei replied lifting his eyebrow " Yours or mine?"
" Ours!" Jimmy said throwing up his hands in disgust " In case you didn't notice there is a gak load of infected crazies running around this island...more of us equal a better chance if where swarmed."
" What your really saying is it increases your own odds of survival if there are others around to take the heat off of you." Sergei said with a disgusted smile.
" That's a two way street" Jimmy shot back " and of course...you still have the gun...sort of makes the odds a bit better for you."
Ranger had walked away from the debate between Jimmy and Sergei and returned carrying a large sledge hammer and an ax,he handed the ax to Sergei " This might come in useful." Ranger said with a grin.
Artemis finally spoke " I'm leaving...standing around on this roof isn't part of my agenda...if the three of you wish to ...so be it....but make your decision."
Jimmy turned to face Sergei and Ranger " What's it going to be guys?" he asked.
"It's a no go. I don't trust you, and frankly, I don't like you. I don't know if I can trust you when the bullets start to fly. I don't know when you'll run or when you'll fight, I don't know what kind of person you were, apart from desperate, and I don't want to find out."
Jimmy shrugged as if it were no big deal, and shuffled his feet dejectedly.
"Look. If it were up to me, I'd say yes, but... but Sergei saved my life, twice, if I think about it correctly, and I owe him." Ranger said, his brow furrowed with concern.
Jimmy nodes at Ranger " I understand where your coming from...and I guess I can't blame your buddy for being cautious." Jimmy sighed " I'd wish you guys luck...but given the situation..." Jimmy shrugged.
Ranger nodded his understanding.
Jimmy looked at the big man and offered a small smile " Take care of yourself Big Guy..." He looked over at Sergei " You to a**hole"
With that Jimmy turned and followed Artemis down the stairs,a moment later the two were running across the field into the distance.
No...Jimmy hates his daily walks....but he hates being thrown off a roof by a giant and a guy with a gun even more.....so for now ...he'll stick with Artemis...at least she saved him before.
Jack turned from the dead body and walked to the Dead Wolf that had stolen the boys parachute. The others, it seemed, did search the body as they were too busy taking their anger out on the pilot, who's face was now bloody from the constant hitting.
Searching the body, Jack found a Survival Knife which seemed about 6" long. Searching the body more, jack found nothing of any real interest and decided to leave the body. Returning his attention to the group that was beating the pilot to a pulp.
"MotherF*cker!" Yelled one of the men as he landed a right hook into the mands face, causeing him to spit up more blood. "Your all going to die." the pilot said, coughing as he did. "There is no way your going to win this contest, your going to be eaten by the infected and there's nothing that you can do to stop it."
"Oh but your going to see what its like to be eaten before us." Said one of the men holding him. After quickly removing anything that could be useful to the group, he began to tie him up with the ropes from the parachute.
"Right then, where are we off to?" he turned to the group, when everyone looked at each other with looks of confusement on their faces.
From out of the silence, aside from the pilots muffled screams, a loud shrieking rose from a distance on the beach.
"I would suggest that we head the opposite direction of whatever that is."
Running at top speed,Jimmy and Artemis soon reached the outskirts of a ruined city.
Artemis quickly motioned for Jimmy to take cover with her behind and overturned semi-truck.. "Look." she whispered,pointing into the distance.
Jimmy followed her gaze in time to see two other contestants in The Game,two young women, being chased by several infected...the women pounded for the perceived safety of what had once been a large shopping center...and for a moment Jimmy thought they would make it..until one of the women tripped and went splaying across the tarmac.
In seconds the infected were upon her,their filth claw like hands ripping into her flesh,the woman screamed to both god and her companion for help...neither answered her pleas as the howling infected ripped her throat out.
The second woman ..a younger girl..turned and bolted for the shopping center..two infected in pursuit..loosing sight of them..Jimmy was unsure of the outcome of that particular race...but assumed the young girl had lost as he heard a high warbled howl in the distance.
" I guess they got her." Jimmy said to Artemis
"Shhh" Artemis replied waving for Jimmy to follow
A moment later,Artemis was quickly opening am iron door set into the back of a small structure,the door swung open to reveal a metal access stairwell descending bellow.
" Come on" Artemis said " We'll be safe down here."
Jimmy peered into the gloom below " If you say so." he sighed following the girl down the stairs.
The Decent Part l
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BIC:....
Jimmy found himself in a long,dimly lit,underground pathway...Artemis a barely visible silhouette in front of him.
" What is this place..where are we." Jimmy whispered.
" One of my safe zones." Artemis replied " It's part of the old subway line...but it's blocked off from the main lines by another Iron door at the other end...nothing can get down here...except us."
" That's encouraging" Jimmy muttered.
" We can rest down here for a bit" the girl said " get you properly equipped as well...plus...I want to show you something."
Jimmy raised his eyebrows "What do you want to...show me?" he asked.
" Just something I think you'll find entertaining." Artemis said.
"Ook" Jimmy said.
He flinched as he heard the sound of rusted metal squeaking and braced for anything.
Light spilled into the corridor as Artemis flipped the switch in a side room,the sounds he'd heard were of her opening another large door.
Artemis led Jimmy into a large room,stacks of canned foods and various other supplies laid about,a large table holding several monitors and computers sat in the center of the room.
Artemis closed and bolted the door behind her and walked to the computer table, she turned to Jimmy.." This is part of what I wanted to show you." she said turning on the monitors.
"Heads up people, I--hey, is it me, or did it just get darker in here? Bloody cheap lights.."
Reeeeeeeelax you guys, I'm not joining yet, only about half-way through page 4 as far as reading goes . I must say I am loving it! Especially ghosty's stuff.
Nonetheless, feast your eyes upon my character..
Player name: Darko
character name: Jacob Shad
Age: 37
Nationality: American
skills: Very skilled marksman, knife/blade fighting techniques. Other than that, he can do pretty much anything... except fix your toaster. The last one he tried to fix ended up on the receiving end of a RPG.
Background: There isn’t much known about him; his origins, his motives – mysteries. And mysterious he is – quiet for a man of his size, but his eyes do nothing to belie his malign intelligence. All you need to concern yourself with is that he’s got no one left to miss him, nothing to leave behind, nothing to lose and everything to gain – so Lord help you if you get between him and The Prize.
You're welcome Dark But if you start rp-ing. Please start on the island, and just let your character remember
what happened. Because there are 100 players and i can't think of a reason to throw you in later
on top of the previous hundred. I hope you will survive!
You're welcome Dark But if you start rp-ing. Please start on the island, and just let your character remember
what happened. Because there are 100 players and i can't think of a reason to throw you in later
on top of the previous hundred. I hope you will survive!
*thinks of a plan to make him less pretty*
Oh don't you worry. I've got plans for my character. It is going to be.. interesting. -evil laugh-
The Decent Part ll
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BIC:....
Jimmy walked over to Artemis and seated himself at the table watching the monitors.
On the various screens Jimmy witnessed multiple scenes
On the first screen Jimmy saw three men fighting a group of infected...one by one the men falling under the merciless assault of the howling creatures.
On another he saw two men beating a woman to death with iron pipes...her splitting open in a tidal gush of blood.
On yet another he watched as a group of contestants raced across a parking lot ,a nob of screaming infected hot on their heals...each monitor that Jimmy glanced at seem to show some event taking place in The Game.
" Live feed?" Jimmy asked Artemis
" Live and in color" Artemis replied " Everything you see is happening right now somewhere on the island."
Jimmy nodded and turned his attention back to the monitors " On one screen he saw the girl he'd seen earlier dash across an empty lot,several infected closing on her...just as Jimmy was certain the girl was going to die,she spun in an arc kicking one of the infected across the face shattering it's skull,the woman ducked low,then leapt halfway up a chain link fence...an infected grabbed for her,but she kicked down smashing her boot heal into it's face...in a flash she was over the fence and gone.
" She's got moves" Jimmy said
" Most people who survive longer than a half hour do." Artemis said dismissively.
She rose from the table and walked over to a line of shelves on the wall " Come here Jimmy..."
Jimmy pulled himself away from the monitors just as he saw a big guy toss an infected against a tree only to be pulled down by four more..
" What is it ?" Jimmy asked walking over to Artemis.
" Time to put away your ball bat for some real weapons." She said tossing back a tarp covering one of the shelves.
" Well...feth me." Jimmy said with a smile as he gazed at the assortment of weapons before him.
"First things first." Muttered Sergei as he watched the pair disappear into the bracken.
"We gotta go find that box. And look for Honby."
"Didn't you hear the message?" Ranger said, a look of sheer befuddlement on his face.
"Yeah, but that could of meant anyone. Could of been that guy the infected were chewing on down there. I mean, Honby is a special agent, with skill in CQC. He probably could have decapitated an infected with his bare hands, he's not dead. Take it from me."
"Right. If you say so."
"Oh, and another thing. You owe me nothing. I saved you, cos I thought you'd be some help to me later. But don't go doing things that go against the grain. If you feel you gotta go, don't let me detain you."
Ranger shrugged heavily.
"Way I see it, is we gotta find this key to progress in the game. Working together is better than competing. Especially with one box."
"Yup, pretty much. Shall we go?" Sergei said, indicating to the door off the roof. Together, they descended down the stairs, and out into the dangers of the game once again.
OOC: Sorry I haven't posted a RP in like a week, I've had some family stuff to deal with.
IC:
Dmitri was heading to the site of his assassination when he got the message.
"He puts me in assassinations, then has me protect a guy like a baby? Strange man..." Dmitri though, while breaking into the museum. He chose the museum for a specific reason: He had made a makeshift camp in a blacksmith's hut, and realized there was a grinding stone. If he had a sword, he could sharpen the edges and make it useful again.
What he didn't realize was that the Smiling Man was way ahead of him. By the time he made it to the Samurai exhibits, he had made it through 2 players and at least 20 of the virus-stricken pussbags, as he calls them.
The sword was encased in a massive pane of glass. Not a problem, Dmitri thought, I have my crossbow. He pulled back the arrow, looked at the glass, and fired.
The bolt hit the glass, and bounced off of it like a pebble. "Черт возьми!" Screamed Dmitri. No matter, he still had his wits.
The hammer. One of the players had a sledgehammer. He grabbed it from his dead carcass, a bolt through his leg, his knee, and one right through his voice box.
SMASH! The glass shattered like ice. Dmitri smiled. Picking the sword up by the blade, he instantly noticed something. It was still sharp. Screaming from the pain, Dmitri dropped the sword. A note and a box fell out of the hilt.
Of course the Smiling man knew. He knew everything.
Picking up the box, Dmitri read the note:
"Dear my crazy Russian Friend:
How are you? I'm fine thanks for asking. Your wife... Not so much. You see, she tried to escape. And we can't let that happen, now can we? In the box you will find a small GPS locator, and a tool to use it with. Good luck!"
"совокупляться" Dmitri muttered, thinking of his wife. He opened the box, expecting it to be a bomb. But the fox was true to his word. There was a GPS, and there was a....
Dmitri threw up. He cried for a while, and threw up some more. He lay on the floor, clutching the box.
The tool was his wife's finger. The GPS was set to only accept her touch and hers alone.
(I hope that's good. I can't compete with FITZZ's constant RPing, though )
OOC:...Not feeling very well,quick RP then I'm off to bed.
BIC:....
Jimmy scanned the shelf of weapons laid out before him,taking in the mass of axes,swords and various other "primitive" articles there.
"No Guns?" Jimmy asked.
" I dislike guns." Artemis said matter of factly " Clumsy load stupid weapons if you ask me."
" So...does that mean yes or no?" Jimmy said lifting and eyebrow.
" If you must have a firearm...I do have one" Artemis sighed " Though it's rather old."
" What..like flintlock old?" Jimmy said
Artemis ignored his question and opened a small footlocker under the shelf,inside was an old double barreled shotgun that had been sawed off to near pistol leagth..it reminded Jimmy of something one might see carried by a Stage Coach driver in the old American West.
" Does that thing even work?" Jimmy said shaking his head.
" It did when I put it in the box" Artemis said " Of course there isn't much ammo for it."
The girl reached into the box and removed the old shotgun and a worn leather bandolier holding about twenty shells.
Jimmy sighed " Better than no gun at all I guess."
" You should choose something else as well" Artemis said " Those shells will go quick...knowing you."
Jimmy nodded and returned his attentions to the table,he didn't think any of the swords or axes were his speed...he'd probably just end up cutting his own head off if he tried to use one.
Then he spied a large military style machete...this he was familiar with,he strapped it to his side.
He continued to look over the weapons and saw a crossbow and a quiver of bolts...those would do nicely as well so he added them to his arsenal.
" That's enough Jimmy" Artemis said " any more will slow you down...and I can't have that..now can I?"
" Guess not" Jimmy said slinging the crossbow and bolts " Now what?"
" Now...we grab a quick snack...and we head back out." Artemis said " Fox will notice if we're of the monitors for to long."
Jimmy nodded...not wanting to know what Mr. Fox would do to flush them out.
Player name: Darko character name: Jacob Shad Age: 37 Nationality: American skills: A skilled marksman, Jacob is proficient up close as well; trained in knife and blade fighting techniques. Though not a wrestler or an athlete, he is physically capable; fit and strong. Other than that, he is a charismatic, intelligent and resourceful man. He has an unstoppable determination backed up by an acute understanding of how to achieve his goals. He is ambitious in the extreme, and he is willing to sacrifice anyone or anything, endure any pain, to get what he wants. But he is not reckless: he is a patient manipulater, willing to earn the misplaced trust of others to use them to his own ends - and then dispose of them. Background: There isn’t much known about him; his origins, his motives – mysteries. And mysterious he is – often quiet and sometimes forgotten in the shadows of a crowd, but his eyes do nothing to belie his malign intelligence. All you need to concern yourself with is that he’s got no one left to miss him, nothing to leave behind, nothing to lose and everything to gain – so Lord help you if you get between him and The Prize.
He looks like this handsome chap.
-- Just thought I'd elaborate on his.. "malign intelligence". Hell yeah, I'm going for a baddie.
Cato and his gang were now in the streets of the abandoned city and there was a distinct air of uncertainty. After the death of the hobo and the announcement of 4 deaths already had shocked some of the people he was with. Cato was, for the time being, to angry to care.
"kay guys here's what I propose, when the infection hit this city everyone wanted to leave and get away from the towns, yes? If so, then it stands to logic that there are less infected here than in the woodlands, so I propose we go to the woodlands."
"Its official, you've gone nuts, completely bonkers, round the bend, off on it, dumb as..."
"Quiet Dex. If there are more of them then the more we can kill and the faster we can get out of this hellhole." Cato replied to the machine.
"And how do you suppose we kill all these infected, we have no weapons," the man called Sid replied.
"We do have weapons," said Cato. There was a short silence after this.
"The dramatic pause of death, were all screwed," said the resident airtime breaker.
Cato looked down and smiled. He looked back up at the group and flexed his wrists. Suddenly two blades shot out of his gloves (think assasins creed). they were about 45cm long and looked lethal. There was a astonished look from the rest of the group as he twirled the blades around. He looked at the group and said,
"Now, as I'm the only one with weapons I suggest you follow me until you guys find some, then you can all bugger off."
Cato turned around and walked towards the forest as a mob of infected ran out. Cato ran up to them and jumped up in the air spinning around, slitting the throats of the infected, landing and stabbing them through the chest for good measure. Their disfigured bodies slumped to the ground with a moan, blood pouring out of their wounds. One was having some sort of seisure so Cato put him out of his misery.
"F*cking noobs," he said and walked off into the forest, the group following behind him.
Your character is just too unrealistic for me, Catos.
Anyway, now for a flashy intro. -grin-
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Jacob threw another punch at the man, who dodged narrowly, and sent a kick towards his stomach. Jacob grabbed the incoming foot in both hands, twisting it viciously, sending his opponent spinning onto the ground. He then proceeded to kick the man on the floor in the head and stomach until enough blood was flowing for him to be sure the man was dead. He knelt down besides the motionless body, and examined it. The man could be no older than twenty-five, wearing a hoodie and jeans. He pulled the hood down to reveal a skinhead. At least he had provided some challenge, and Jacob tenderly touched his cheek where the man had managed to land a blow on him. Glancing up, he caught a glimpse of some of The Infected slowly wandering in his general direction. "Fresh Zombie Chow, come and get it," he said dryly. He wasn't the type to laugh at his own jokes. He then stood up and casually walked away from the body.
//25 minutes later//
Jacob drifted silently around the store he had found, cautiously watching for any dangers that might be lurking in the dark, barren aisles. The store had clearly been ransacked of almost all supplies during the original outbreak, and he was annoyed when he found nothing. He headed into the storerooms, and after searching for awhile, he eventually found some items of use. He tore open a small cardboard box, and to his delight he found more energy-bars than he could have ever hoped for. Knowing that he would be stuck on this island for quite some time, he made the decision to set-up camp here. But first things first; he picked up a bar, tore off the rapper and began to consume it. Despite their nature and the length of time they had supposedly been lying around, they tasted half decent. But Jacob had no doubt that everything on this island was fixed, however at the moment he wasn't going to complain.
After he had eaten a few energy bars, he stashed a few more into his pockets and then hid the box. After that, he headed for the entrance of the bleak super market. Though he was about to leave, something made him stop. His instincts told him he wasn't alone. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard a russling to his far right in one of the aisles. He had already adopted a combat stance and tensed his muscles as he began to sneak towards the location of the intruder. Whoever it was, they were already as good as dead.
Jimmy sat at the computer table watching the various monitors and nibbling on a chocolate bar..as before,each monitor revealed some scene of mayhem and carnage as participants in The Game fought with or flee from the raving infected.
" And this is what some people call entertainment." Jimmy said softly.
" Musings on morality serve no purpose here Jimmy" Artemis said " You'd do better focusing on the task at hand."
"...And what are the task at hand." Jimmy sighed
" Your own survival for one.." Artemis said "...The others..well you'll discover later."
" More of your secret mission bullgak?" Jimmy said.
Artemis didn't reply,she simple finish her candy bar and kept from her perch on a shelf.
" Time to get moving Jimmy." Artemis smilled checking the monitors to insure their exitway was clear of infected " We've got a long run ahead of us until we reach the next destination."
" Of course we do." Jimmy said standing " Wouldn't be any fun if it wasn't."
" Just move your ass when we get outside." Artemis said coldly.
" Don't worry..I will" Jimmy said following Artemis out of the small room and back into the underground passageway.
Race for the Museum...
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BIC:....
As Jimmy and Artemis quietly emerged onto the city street Artemis hunched behind a large dumpster and surveyed the area.
Jimmy crouched besides her and whispered " Seems clear."
Artemis nodded " Remember...don't use that silly gun unless you must...the noise will attract them...use your machete if we encounter any infected between here and the museum."
Jimmy stared at the girl " Museum?" he said with some surprise.
" That's where we're going." Artemis said " I have something I must do there."
" This is all part of what Fox was talking about before isn't it?" Jimmy said.
As the group moved away from the screaming, they came across a house on the beach. "Looks kinda fishy." Said the man at the head of the group. He pointed to one of the older gentleman who was bigger built than himself, "We should check it out, you guys just wait a little way away incase something happens.
A few seconds after the duo went into the house, the smaller man came back out with a look of disbelief on his face. "You guys HAVE to check this out."
Jacob glanced down the aisle, and to his relief, no infected. But there was a man, rooting through some empty boxes. He knew they were empty - he had checked them earlier upon his entrance. He looked around for something, anything, and found a brick a short hop away. He tossed it a few metres away and then ducked back behind cover. Sure enough, the russling down the other aisle stopped, and foot steps echoed in the eerily quiet building. As the intruder walked out of the aisle and looked around in wonder, Jacob sprung from his hiding place in the adjacent aisle. Just as the man turned, Jacob barrelled into him, and they both crashed to the floor. The man recovered quickly from his surprise, and sent a fist into Jacob's face, knocking him off balance, followed by a kick to the face that he narrowly dodged, before stumbling back. As his opponent picked himself up, Jacob lashed out with his right leg, hoping to kick the man in the stomach, but his opponent grabbed his foot, ready to do the twist-and-drop move he'd performed himself half an hour ago. Before he realized this, he retracted his leg quickly, bringing the man holding onto the end close enough for Jacob to slam a fist into his face, forcing him back.
Then the other man started laughing. "You still got it, Jay," he said. Jacob allowed himself a small smile before replying in his charming voice, "Marcus. I should've known you'd make it."
"You thought I'd be smoked? Out there? You seen the competition? It's pathetic!" Marcus remarked, wiping blood off his mouth.
Jacob smirked, "Of course not, Marcus. Our skills are far beyond those of any of the common filth here."
"It's not just 'common filth' we gotta worry about," Marcus replied.
"How so?"
"I've seen a few that might be problematic for us - in that they're still alive after an hour of being out here. Oh, and I heard gunshots once."
Jacob's expression suddenly darkened. "Then we will need to step-up the game. Have you found any weapons here yet?"
"No such luck, but there's a museum not too far away from here. Might find something in there - I dunno, maybe some oriental swords, ancient rifles, hell I'd settle for a beatstick right now."
Jacob nodded, "seems like a plan. Better than sitting here all day. I have food covered," he said, tossing two energy bars to Marcus, who grinned. "Damn, but I'm hungry. These any good?"
"Not bad."
Marcus grunted his recognition as he began eating the first bar.
Jacob grinned. They just needed to meet up with the other four, and then this game was as good as theirs. But if it came down to it, he wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice his men, despite everything they had gone through over the last fifteen years. Had it really been that long? he wondered, ripping open another bar. They'd need their energy.
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...You know the drill Darko,off to page one you go.
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