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Post by Shikaru on Jan 7, 2008 22:27:17 GMT -5
This time run by me~ Taking the quote from Oliver (with a few grammer fixes): 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 areas 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 there is no winner in 3 days, everyone's necklace explodes and anyone who survived after 3 days.. dies anyway. So there 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 they're into carnage. All characters will wake up in a large room with their necklace on them and then be briefed about whats going, given their weapons and then leave the room to fend for themselves. My rules are going to be a tad different than Oliver's.: Rules: - If you wish to Join PM me. In the PM, please state the following: Character's Name: (does not need to be a JK approved character) Reason for joining: (either forced or voluntary) Special Abilites: (For example, if the character can control fire) -I would prefer character numbers be kept even, but you can use as many as you think you can handle. If you join, a PM will be sent to you containing the following information: -Weapon your character receives. Ranges from actual weapons (swords, guns, etc) to random junk (ping pong paddle, trash can lid, etc) -Map of the area -Specific restrictions per character. (This will add an interesting twist, as restrictions will differ between characters.) Any questions, send me a PM. Deadline is January 16th. |
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Post by Shikaru on Jan 17, 2008 18:42:16 GMT -5
Alright. The Battle Royale is ready to start.
There are twelve participants, each given a bag with a weapon, three water bottles, five rolls of hard bread, and a map. Each has a necklace which tracks them through a database and makes sure they don't leave. The island is heavily patrolled.
A few of them are given a slip of paper, this paper states specific restrictions that the necklaces put on them, however, they advise those that didn't get a slip that there may still be restrictions on them.
All start in the school, good luck.
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Clicky was the first to leave the school, and was glad to be out of there. She took a look at the map and headed off towards the farm, hoping to find some sort of supplies there. She didn't bother looking at her weapon yet, though judged by the weight of her bag, that it wasn't a large one. She also didn't like the fact that everything looked a little blurry...
Bane, grumbling, left, slinging his bag over his shoulder and heading off in whatever direction. He didn't really care where he went, but wanted to put distance between himself and the others. He entered the woods, knowing he would have an advantage there. He'd noticed someone he knew, but didn't care.
Limetsu sighed, not at all liking the situation he was in. He carefully looked over the contents of his bag, then contined on through the open areas, avoiding the forests. He planned to head directly towards the shack.
Oroku sighed, it seemed to be the only noise he could make. He didn't know where to go, he didn't feel like being in this 'contest.' He stared at the map and the strange, small, bumpy bag tied shut in his larger bag. He decided to head straight through the forest to the beach.
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Post by Oliver on Jan 17, 2008 19:06:14 GMT -5
After some time, a Kilate exited the school. His hair was black, messy and tangled in knots. He was unkept, unclean, rather repulsive in his appearence. His grey eyes glanced around, the bag slung over his shoulder some. A quiet grumble escaped his mouth, "Daggerses gones... stupids..." He hadn't bothered to look in his bag. At the moment it didn't matter what was in it. As long as he had something he was fine, and he was half afraid someone would try to take it from him. He started to hurry off in a direction.
A bit of time passed before the form of a young girl walked out of the school. Short black hair hung around her face as she glanced around in a nervous manner. This.. wasn't real... was it? There couldn't really be this kind of game... could there? It was... unethical! With a slight shiver, she looked atthe slip of paper. No spells. No Healing. What would she do then!? That left her defensless. She let out a worried sound and quickly hurried off, wanting to get away from the school where the others were still leaving. She hoped that when she stopped to look in her bag she would find something useful.
Oliver stepped out of the scool, bag in hand. It was heavy... really heavy... She set it down, opeing it some and peeking in. A broad sword. Will that was alright... though... she wasn't sure how well she would be able to weild it. "At least I didn't get something totally useless..." She muttered, grabbing the bag again and starting to walk towards the lighthouse she'd seen on the map she'd gotten out. A light house would be a good place to get to, she'd be able to get a good view.
Dash sat down by the front of the school. He was confused. He'd hardly understood what he had been told and a whine escaped his lips. "Tyyy..." He hadn't seen her and it made him sad. Where was she? "Tyyyyyyyy..." He whined louder, making it last longer but got nothing. He fiddledwith the sleeves that covered his hands and whimpered. After a moment he glanced at the bag. He poked it slightly, then sniffed at it. Food. There was food inside. nstantly Dash opened it, fumbling with his covered hands, but he managed to grasp at the bread, starting to lick and then bite at it.
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Post by Tys on Jan 17, 2008 19:23:01 GMT -5
The next out was a clickeleon, his hair blond as it stuck up in odd ends unevenly around his head as if it hasn't been combed for a while. He nearly ran out of the building and came to a skidding stop at the sight of Dash. He stared at Dash for just a short moment before he swung his bag on to his shoulder. "You need to get the hell out of here kid!" Pilot quickly told him as he glanced behind him, scared that the next person might pop out at any second and kill them.
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Post by Oliver on Jan 17, 2008 19:30:18 GMT -5
Dash's ears twitched some and he looked up, some bread sticking out from his mouth. He stared some with hiw faded blue eyes. Slowly his head tilted some and he swallowed.
"...Tyyy..." He whined, not really seeming like he had heard what Pilot had said.
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Post by Tys on Jan 17, 2008 19:33:40 GMT -5
Pilot quickly went over to him and grabbed him by his hand to try to pull him along. "C'mon, we need to get the hell out of here before we're killed or something." Pilot told Dash urgently, not at all understanding why he was so oblivious to the danger.
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Post by Oliver on Jan 17, 2008 19:42:36 GMT -5
Dash tried to pull back some, letting out a slight threatened growl. "Nooo... Dash wants Tyyy..." He half whined, half growled. "Tyyy is goooneee." His last words came out in a sort of mournful howl.
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Post by Tys on Jan 17, 2008 19:46:01 GMT -5
"I don't know where the hell she is! Just c'mon before you get yourself killed!" Pilot snapped at Dash, as he tried to pull him. Again he glanced towards the entrance, praying that no one was coming out yet.
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Post by Oliver on Jan 17, 2008 19:59:21 GMT -5
Dash growled a bit more then whined as he tugged back to try to get away, though after a moment he seemed to stop as his brain began to think things over. What was this person so urgent about? It made him uneasy. A whimper escaped him, letting himself get pulled slightly.
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Post by Tys on Jan 17, 2008 20:58:39 GMT -5
Pilot pulled on Dash again as he quickly reached down and grab Dash's bag. The last thing he really wanted was to have half of the allotted food. He then quickly hurried along, pulling Dash behind him as he heading for the forest in the hopes to get some cover.
There were just a handful of seconds that passed before the next person came out. His hair was black and spiked up with a hand band, only two long strains of hair drooped over on either side. His bag was slang around his shoulder and opened, he had been looking through it, trying to find the weapon and the map. Much to his disgust, the only thing that was in there other then the required stuff was the Plastic Disney Princess Mirror. He held it in his hand as he restrained the urge to throw it and shove it back into the bag. The mirror could be useful. He glanced down at the map in his other hand and noticed the tool shed. He'll need some kind of an actual weapon and hopefully he won't be hindered in the use of it. Quickly, Prince started to head west.
The next that came out was a human of about 17 with blond hair and gray cold eyes with no trance of sympathy. He glanced around carelessly before heading east, hoping to find some place that he could wait out this game. Hopefully everyone else will kill each other, Mimic thought to himself bored and with a bit of annoyance.
The last was a demon kid. His black fox like tail swayed back and forth a bit as he glanced around nervously, forcing himself to look calm. He pushed his brown hair out of his eyes as he looked behind him back at the entrance. Quickly he kneeled down and opened up his bag and soon found his weapon. A semi-automatic rifle. Perfect, he thought as he reached out and picked it up, again forcing himself to look calm and ignoring his nervousness of holding this gun. He turned it around a bit as he looked at it, his figure soon found the trigger. A loud rattling sound erupted from it for a moment before he quickly removed his finger as he let out a surprised yipe. He glanced around again before grabbing his bag and running to the forest with his gun.
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Post by Shikaru on Jan 17, 2008 21:30:25 GMT -5
Bane stopped dead in his tracks. He'd managed to cover quite a bit of ground but...
Those gun shots made him nervous. He stopped to open his bag, unaware that the owner of the weapon was headed his way.
Clicky reached the farm, and carefully made her way to the side next to the large silo. "water...bread...map...what's my weapon?" She muttered quietly before pulling out a rectangular box with 'The Flying Nun' on it.
Oroku heard the gun and moved faster, nearly dropping his bag.
(can't fit Limetsu)
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Post by Oliver on Jan 19, 2008 21:46:35 GMT -5
Jargon continued walking. He was east of the school and aimless in his direction. After a while had passed he stopped, taking a look at his bag and poking it at. "What be inners baging?.." He proddd inside, soon finding a spatula and some peanut butter. His grey eyes blinked some and he simply stared at it.
Lyra's body jerked as the sounds of the gun went off. She let out a shrill cry involuntarily then quickly shut her mouth, realizing that could put her in danger. Her body shuddered. The sound had come from behind her, probably back at the school. What if that person came her direction? The thought stuck with her as she trie dto walk forward, she could picture it, someone shoting her from behind. She soon had herself paranoid, expecting it and the thought overwhelmed her. She chose to turn left and started to run in that direction.
Oliver heard the gunshots on her way to the lighthouse. She didn't like it and moved faster. Her purple-ish tail twitched some as she moved, trying to think a bit about what she intended to do after she got to the lighthouse. She was unawaere taht she was unintentionally fallowing someone, gaining on them gradually.
The gunshots eached Das's keen dog ears and he froze, his legs stopping dead as he looked behind them. With Pilot still pulling and was almost pulled forward onto his face but he managed to keep up right. He let out a loud uneasy whine.
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Post by Tys on Jan 21, 2008 15:08:26 GMT -5
"C'mon." Pilot urged Dash, pulling him along harder as he heard the gun shot. He feared that the shooter might be coming up right behind them, possibly adding two more kills to his list. Pilot turned their direction and started to head west, hoping not to run into anyone and possibly lose anyone that would be coming their way.
Prince continued on his way until he reached the water. He looked down at the map and noted that there were bridges that he could cross at. He started to head north then, hoping to get to the bridge without trouble.
Mimic continued on his way until he got to the edge of the forest, he looked out at the shoreline before looking up at the trees. He spotted a tree that was bushy and could provide rather decent cover. He quickly managed to climb halfway up it before settling down on a branch and looking through his bag. There he found his weapon, a paddleball. A small amused smile came on to his face as he looked at it, wondering if he should risk the chance of being heard for some mild entertainment.
Lahui quickly spotted a cluster of bushes and jump in there, hoping that they would hide him. He silently cursed himself for pulling the trigger, now everyone knew there was someone there with a gun and plus it gave his position away. His grip tightened nervously on the gun as he thought about his next move.
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