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Oke, so, I am bound to a chair, and I am unconscious...What to do next, am I just to wait for another piece of player event?

also, New page BIACH.

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.

*Giggle*

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.

***End of Part 1***

IC:

20 minutes later

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.

The character sheets has now been entered in the OP. For easy acces.

@ghosty, So trying to take mister Fox down are we! Could be interesting
Your event will be up tommorow.

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!

Hmm...so this is where everyone has gotten off to..I may have to join up.

EDIT: That is if it's ok with everyone....don't want to just barge in.

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.






(OOC. )

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...)

OOC: Okay so a lot has happened since I have been gone. That will work. Hopefully have something up later today.

@ 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

edits: spelling

Rather scrumptious if I do say myself.

ghosty wrote:Rather scrumptious if I do say myself.

I had to look up the meaning of the word, and read the following;

extremely pleasing to the sense of taste.

I'm feeling so awesome right now.

^^

"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."


"I bet it isn't. Goodbye."

"Goodbye...Mister Vax."

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.

IC:

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.

Part ll
******

BIC:...

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.

@ Nikev
not very good with making friends is he not.
Punching Brute in the face and stuff.

@fitzz
I'm enjoying your intro very much.

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.

Sid read the scriblings on the wall again.

Part lll
*******

BIC:...

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...

Interesting FITZZ. Very Interesting.

@ 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...

sillyboy wrote:@ Nikev
not very good with making friends is he not.
Punching Brute in the face and stuff.

Crazy things happen when your haunted by a phantom.

@ 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)

@Nikev
I don't know, it never happened to me.

Part lV
*******

BIC:...

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."