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Post by Oliver on Nov 4, 2006 20:44:07 GMT -5
Alllrighty Then. >=O
So heres the deal. Oliver recently watched Battle Royale and Battle Royale 2 which are pretty amazing. Now she has an idea to maybe start a Battle Royale RP.
Basically, Battle Royale is about a class of 9th grade students who get chosen to participate in a "game" where they all have to go on a deserted island and kill eachother until there is only one of them left. They have necklaces on them that have the ability to kill them to insure thier cooperation. They are given weapons and supplies and are then let loose onto the island to start a mass killing spree simply because the adults want them to. There are also area's of the island that become danger zones at different parts of the day, and if someone is caught in the danger zone their necklace explodes and kills them. Also, if thier is no winner in 3 days, everyone's necklace explodes and anyone who survived after 3 days.. dies anyway. So their is either 1 winner or none at all.
Alright. So I think this would be interesting to do with some JK characters so of course the plot would be modified so that it wouldn't be high school students and what not. Most likely your character would have been either choosen/selected and kidnapped, or joined themself for fun if their into carnage. All characters will wake up in large room with their necklaced on them and then be briefed about whats going, given their weapons and then leave the room to fend for themselves.
Rules:
- If you wish to Join PM me. In the PM state your characters name, age, species, anything else you'd like to add, and whether they were kidnapped or volunteered for the "game". - I'd perfer that you enter in an even number of characters (ex. 2 or 4) to keep everything even like in the movie.
If you join, you will be sent a PM stating the weapon your character has been given. Some characters will get lucky and be given useful items (ex. guns, swords ) others will have to make due with something that isn't as useful (ex. toothpick, water gun ). The RP will most likely start with Everyone leaving the briefing room.
Any questions, send me a PM.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Nov 9, 2006 21:01:59 GMT -5
Somebody emerged from the briefing room, and squinted with a singular eye up at the sun. He was wearing leather, studded with metal, along with metal plates covering his joints. He then looked back down at the object in his hand, scowling. "Well this sucks..." he said, and tossed the box of tacks to the side of the road. He wasn't even gonna try using them. He looked around, and then pulled the map out of his pocket, and glanced it over. He looked up one road, and then down the other, and made up his mind. He quickly ran behind the building he had just left to wait for a certain person.
Periodicly, a teenaged girl came out as well. She tossed a grenade from one hand to the other, and looked around. She wore baggy jeans over plain grey sneakers, and a blue hoody. short, dirty blonde hair came down to her ears. Randomly picking a direction, she headed up the road towards the turn that would eventualy either take her to the small house, or the village, figuring if she needed to, she could look at the map. The man peaked around the corner of the building, recognized her, but knew that she was not the person he was waiting for.
Eventually, another being came out, this time a coyote demon, dressed in cloth pants and shirt, and toying fearfully with a gun he didn't know how to use. Messy brown hair got in the way of his dark blue eyes, and he pushed it back up onto his forehead. He looked at the map he had been given nervously, and decided the warehouse would be a good place to hide and figure out how to use his gun, so he headed in that direction. Hearing the footsteps, the leather-clad camper sneaked over to the other end of the building and checked out the boy, and then withdrew again.
Finally, another man left the building, striding with purpose, a giant grin on his face. Long red hair came down to his jacketed shoulder, and brown eyes sparkled lividly under a matt of it. He quickly scooped up some pebbles off the side of the road, and struck out across the fiel towards the river, and eventually the farm. The pebbles, apparently, were for the sling-shot sticking out of his jeans pocket. His steps made a slight clumping noise from the rubber boots he wore. The man behind the building cursed inwardly when he saw the new entree was also not the one he was waiting for.
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Post by Oliver on Nov 9, 2006 22:04:28 GMT -5
The fifth form to emerge from the briefing room was that of a girl, age most likely around eighteen. She wore a sleevless top that wrapped around her upper body but left her chest exposed, leaving an upside down "Y" shaped scar viasable. Green eyes glanced around catiously as she emerged, a hand coming up to push some brown hair that was tinted red out of her face. Normally a chain weapon with a triangular blade was wrapped around her left arm and neck though it had been taken and she felt a bit vulnerable without it. The green travel pack she'd been given was slung over her shoulder still holding all its contents. She hadn't peeked inside yet to take a look at her weopon, nor had she seen the map. Casting her gaze forward she simpple began to take off at a sprint, wanting to get away from the area before the others came out.
A bit of time passed before the next perticipent exited the building. He didn't look particularly upset by his situation, nor did he look displeased with what was in his hand. His hazel eyes were bright with pleasure as he gazed down at the AK-47. There was a smirk on his face and it showed only the worst of intentions. The bottom of his black trench coat flapped in the breeze a little as he set off, his heavy boots heading in the direction of the village to the west.
Next from the briefing room was another girl who looked about the same age as the other with the scarred chest. She was slim and slender with dirty blonde hair and fierce emerald green eyes. She growled to herself as she flicked her wrist and let a pink disk sore into the air and go crashing into the bushes in the on the other side of the road before her. Obvioulsy the female was not happy with the plastic frisbee she'd been given as a weapon. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with a piece of shit like that!" She grumbled to herself furiously. Her mood didn't seem to be a very good one at the moment. She didn't even bother taking the map from the pack she carried. She simply picked a direction, which turned out to be south west, and started to walk, picking up a box of thumb tacks as she left.
After a bit of time had passed, another person came from the building. This one was much different from the others. It was a female who appeared to be much younger then any of the others who'd emerged from the building so far. She looked about eight or nine years old with light brown hair that looked a bit unkept. A red tank top, missing it's left strap covered her upper body while what looked like a tanned deer skin skirt covered her lower half. She was frail and sickly looking. The child's blue-grey optics looked around nervously as she held the green pack out infront of her. She hadn't looked in it yet and was extremely uneasy about the whole situation she'd found herself in. She tried to hide a few coughs as she looked down the road that led to the warehouse then in the opposite direction. She quickly chose the direction of the warehouse and started to walk, keeping to the side of the road by the trees so she wouldn't be right out in the open. She hoped she would be able to find someone who'd left the briefing room before her if she traveled this direction.
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Post by Shikaru on Nov 12, 2006 21:25:50 GMT -5
Next to emerge from the building was a blue-haired wolf demon wearing a simple long sleeved maroon shirt and dark gray pants. He had a boomerang clenched between his fangs as he dug out the map from his pack. Looking at it briefly, he headed off in the direction of the warehouse, seeming to cut through the woods.
Shortly after, a halfbreed looking about twenty left the briefing room, absentmindedly staring at a tazer held in his left hand. Red bangs fell into his face on the left side, covering his eye completely. He wore a red shirt with yellow trim, a light blue sash around his stomach, and red pants. There was a white sash over his shoulder and around his waist. A red and white-tipped fox tail swished a little behind him as he walked towards the village.
Then a silver and black fox demon stepped outside. His hair was tied back in a long ponytail, two differently colored eyes staring down at a small object in his hand that had small blips on a map. He wore a yellow sleeveless shirt that showed strange black markings on his arms, and green pants with ceruleon designs on the legs. He headed off in a direction without any blips, the lighthouse.
A cloaked figure was the next entrant to exit the building, his face completely shadowed by the hood. After taking a look at the map, he put his arms through the straps of the pack and headed out towards the waterfall.
An pissed off looking silver fox demon stormed out of the room, throwing her pack to the ground, a pistol in her right hand. Her silver tail was flicking back and forth annoyedly, her blue eyes barely able to focus on anything. She simply kept going straight, directly through the forest.
Not long after her, a dumbfounded brown-haired boy left the briefing room, two silver and black-tipped fox ears twitching on his head, red eyes scanning the area. He fixed his bangs on his forehead, making visable a black diamond mark on that area. He looked at the map, then began heading for the small house.
A little later, a clickeleon with a strange leopard-like tail emerged, carrying his pack in one hand. He wore a cloud gray t-shirt and gray pants, his shoes a dark shade of gray. His eyes were closed and he had a big smile, making him appear very happy with the situation. He walked absentmindedly towards the farm.
The next man to exit was very strange looking indeed. He wore no shirt, simply a yellow jacket with fuzzy edges. The belt around his waist was huge, and unneeded since his black pants had no belt buckle. His hair was bright yellow and tied back in a ponytail, two tiny black wing-like apendages sprouting from each side of his head, and a cheetah tail from behind. Two yellow eyes seemed to space out behind black sunglasses as he walked towards the farm.
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Post by Tys on Nov 12, 2006 22:16:52 GMT -5
The next person to come out was a dirty blond female wolf demon. Her clothes were fairly simple, jeans and a long sleeve shirt. She was busy looking through her bag, the map clunched in one of her hands. She pulled out a spool of yellow thread and cursed loudly at it before roughly throwing it back in. She looked around for a moment, trying to see if she could spot anyone before starting to run towards the village.
After her came a kilate, though he was an odd kilate. He seemed to be no older then 14 years old, still having a tail. Though he also had black wings coming from his back. His clothes were a black hoodie and cargo pants. He looked around for a moment, the bag hang over his shoulders, still unopen. He looked around despritaly. He had spotted someone when she was called out and he waited to meet up with her. After just standing there for a moment or two, he started to run off in the direction of the light house, hoping that he would run into her.
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Post by Shikaru on Nov 13, 2006 10:38:56 GMT -5
The blue wolf demon darted out in front of the dirty blonde wolf demon, a smirk on his face.
The halfbreed trudged on towards the village, cutting through the forest at times, but mostly staying on the path.
The silver and black fox demon saw a blip following in his direction, and began to run faster, hoping to set a trap for whoever was 'following' him.
The cloaked figure reached the waterfall and on a rock to wait, hoping someone would come his way so that he wouldn't have to waste his energy trying to find them until later.
"GRAH!" Screamed the silver fox demon. She was getting the feeling that she was just going in circles and was lost in the forest. It all seemed to like the same to her.
"It seems I won't be able to turn into my fox form..." The brown haired fox boy mumbled to himself as he walked along the path. "That's no good..." He sighed.
Walking closely behind the clickeleon was the vampire. Neither at all seemed like they were going to attack each other any time soon, though they both seemed to be on guard as well, almost as if they were waiting for the other to make the first move, but neither would do so.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Nov 15, 2006 7:02:00 GMT -5
(weeeee Travesty goes back in time)
The man in the studded leather had finally found the one he had been waiting for, and was following her down the path she had chosen at the moment when he decided to get her attention. "Hey! Makila!"
The teenaged girl had made her way to the split in the path. She pulled the map out of the backpack, glanced at it briefly, and then put it back. Then she turned and started to jog down the path towards the small house.
The coyote demon had by now reached the warehouse, and was currently trying to scale the fence, although not very successfully.
The red-headed human was slogging across the river, watching slightly annoyed as the water went higher than his boots and flowed in, but figured it was a small price to pay for not going around.
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Post by Oliver on Nov 15, 2006 17:50:05 GMT -5
( Psst. Jesse. >>; Travesty doens't have to go back in time. You could just edit your post and have him follow after Makila down the path a bit as he yells. )
The girl with the brown-red hair and scarred chest sprinted for a bit of time before finally stopping to look through the pack she had been given. She swung it off her shoulder and held it infront of her, opening it carefully. What stuck out right away was what looked like a wooden paddle, like the kind of paddle used to take pizza from the oven in a pizza shop. The girl assumed this was her weapon. "Nice.." She said with a sigh. She didn't think it would be of much use. Hopefully most of the other's weapons were of the same quality so she wouldn't be at a disadvatage when it came to protecting herself. She didn't want to kill anyone... but she didn't want to be killed either. Her hands rumaged through the back, finding a bit of food and water and, finally, a map which she unfolded and tried to mentally figure out the direction she was going in. Determining that she'd gone in a direction sort of south west, she turned slightly, heading for the area of the map colored blue so she would find herself at the pond.
Ak-47 in hand, the hazel eyes man trudged along the path a bit. A few minutes before he reached the split in the road, he took a turn south bound to get off of the path and into the forest. He decided to head in this direction for a while, keeping off the direct path. Perhaps he would find someone in the woods while he traveled.
The firey emerald eyed youth shoved the thumb tacks in her pack as she walked, her feet nimblypassing over roots, fallen logs and branches. They seemed to guid themselves around the obstacles without her even paying attention. Her mind was busy trying to figure out a way to use the the thumbtacks. She'd already thought of a pretty good tactic for defensive precautions, but she would need some other things if she chose to do it, which she wasn't entirely sure she would. She kept moving south west at an angle that would cause her to cross over the path eventually and reach the mountainous area.
The sickly young child stopped as she heard her name be called by a familiar voice. "..T..Travesty!" She turned to see with a hopeful gaze, a slight smile coming across her face despite the situation as she saw the one she'd been hoping to find, coming towards her. There was a question in her mind though. They'd all been told only one survive would leave this island... that ment... she couldn't get off with Travesty, or he wouldn't be able to get off with her. One of them at least would have to die if even one of them were going to make it. The thought was unsettling and she was a bit affraid of what would happen. A part of her was almost affraid that Travesty would do something... but she pushed that from her mind as she started to go towards him.
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Post by Tys on Nov 15, 2006 18:11:46 GMT -5
The blond wolf demon jumped back some out of surprise, not expecting the blue hair wolf demon to have darted out in front of her. She didn't say anything, she knew who he is and was glaring slightly.
The kilate continue to run towards the light house, unaware of the other person in front of him, trying to get their before him to set a trap.
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Post by Shikaru on Nov 16, 2006 18:16:16 GMT -5
The blue wolf smirked. "Hello Emiri."
"This place goes on forever..." Muttered the halfbreed, before tripping and falling flat on his face. He yelped out loudly, enough for anyone with keen ears on the path to hear.
The black and silver fox had reached the lighthouse and stood inside the door, against the wall so that when the person came in, he could attack.
After taking a small sip from the river, the cloaked figure headed south, following the bank along the way.
"AAGGHH!!!" The silver fox screamed again, louder this time, making a few birds fly away in fright. Angrily, she kicked a tree, only causing her foot to hurt. She cursed, wincing in pain.
The brown haired boy began to run towards the small house, wanting to get there quickly so he could stay there and rest.
"So Rei, what are we gonna do?" The clickeleon asked casually. "Dunno." The vampire, Rei, replied. "We could work together, or we could fight each other."
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Nov 18, 2006 20:30:14 GMT -5
"Hello," Travesty said and grinned at Makila. He picked up his pace to catch up to her. "How are you doing so far?" he asked her when he caught up.
As the girl got nearer and nearer to the second turn, she seemed to get more nervous like, mostly because she was wondering if someone had cut through the woods to get to the house first. As she made it she stopped tossing the grenade around, but continued down the path, remaining watchful.
The coyote demon managed to scramble over the fence somehow, and then on the top lost his balance but managed to fall into the correct side. Winded, he regained his wits from the ground, lying on his back. Eventually he got back up and hurried to the first form of door he could find.
The red-haired man slushed his way up to the farm, water having filled up his boots. He looked around for the door and made his way for it.
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Post by Tys on Nov 19, 2006 20:39:13 GMT -5
Emiri glared at the blue wolf demon, hating him, knowing what he wants with her. She didn't say anything, her hands clunched in fist.
The kilate continue to run towards the light house, looking around, trying to spot someone, hoping Shikaru. He hasn't at all notice the fox demon yet.
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Post by Oliver on Nov 19, 2006 23:55:22 GMT -5
The girl with the scarred chest soon found herself at the lake. She didn't go directly to the waters edge, knowing that could make her voulnerable to anyone who could be on anothe part of the lake that her side was viasable from. She stayed back at the treeline and sat down, her back resting against a tree as she got the map back out to study it and think of a plan.
The holder of the AK-47 stopped quickly as something caught his attention. It had been a noice in the direction he'd come from. A smirk formed upon his face. Perhaps there was someone behind him. He quickly turned and started to head towards the sound he'd heard at a leisurely pace.
The same noise that had caught the attention of the man who held the AK-47, caught the attention of the dirty blond haired girl as well. She stopped dead as the noise reached her sensative ears. She could tell exactly which direction it had come from and she knew the sound was familiar. For a moment she debated whether or not to turn and check it out or keep going in the direction she was headed, but finally the curiousity of going to see what was going on in the direction of the noise. She turned quickly and began to run off in it's direction, her feet making no noise as they touched the ground. She ran siwftly and silently, unknowingly heading towards the halfbreed.
"..ok.." Makila answered in a quiet tone, coughing slightly. She looked up at him withher blue-grey eyes, wondering what he was planning on doing. She hated the fact that she was slightly nervous of him because of the situation. She shifted the green pack she held in her arms a bit. She still hadn't opened it and had no idea what was inside. "What.. are you going to do?..." She asked.
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Post by Shikaru on Nov 20, 2006 17:12:19 GMT -5
The blue wolf continued smirking. "You're going to help me, got that?" He didn't wait for her to answer, and started heading off towards the warehouse. "Come." He'd watched Travesty and Makila walk that way and figured they wouldn't be that hard to pick off.
The halfbreed got to his feet and continued forward until he recognized a familiar face. "Rayne!" He shouted, running towards the felane, waving his arm before once again tripping.
The black and silver fox waited until the kilate opened the door, then lept forward, ramming a clawed hand towards the kilate's back, black flames surrounding his hand.
The figure continued on his way, then stopped outside the lighthouse, contemplating going inside.
The silver fox was tired of walking in circles. She picked a direction and went straight, jumping through the tree tops so they wouldn't get in her way, heading unknowingly towards the man with the AK-47.
The brown haired boy was the first the reach the small house and quickly searched for something he could use as a better weapon than the one he'd been given.
Rei and the clickeleon continued towards the farm, taking their time to get there.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Nov 21, 2006 7:01:13 GMT -5
Travestys grin faded into a small smile. "I'm gonna do my best to keep you safe," he said to Makila.
The dirty-blonde girl stood a little ways from the house, nervously tossing the grenade from hand to hand again.
The coyote demon made his way into the warehouse, looking around and wondering if there was anything he needed in there. He figured he was at least somewhat safe and slumped against the wall next to the door. He looked at the pistol before dropping it on the floor, and then cradled his head in his hands.
The red haired man had found what he wanted in a little back room filled with metal-orking tools, something any self-respecting farmer had. It wasn't as big as he had hoped, but it would do. What he had found was an oxy-acetelyne welder, which was one tank of oxygen strapped into a holder with a tank of acetelyne, a very flammable gas. He had wheeled it out into the middle of the barn when he realized something that made his heart sink: He didn't have the tools he needed. They had taken them from him in the briefing room, and now there was no way he could make anything useful out of it without blowing himself up.
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