OOC: Heya everyone. I apologize for my absence.. but you see, I kinda got hospitalized.. and stuff.. and that kinda takes a person away from a computer. >.> Well, I'm back.. hi. o.o
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Leif, not purturbed as he probably should have been from the statement about everyone killing eachother, overhears Larin talking about getting the collars off.. he also gives a quiet whisper to him. "I'll help.. it seems we can only get out of this if we figure out a way to get these things off..."
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"As much as I hate the way things are going to be, looks like we have no choice in the matter. I for one hate to have to follow through with this, but if we're going to die if we don't cooperate, we might as well do what we can." Jendikon stated with a quivering voice.
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OOC: Grumlen did post. Also, I'm working on an update anyway, which'll be up sometime tonight. 
Posted Thu Apr 01, 2004 11:19 am:
OOC:
Ooooor, I could post the update this morning in the computer lab. Either/or. I wasn't expecting to be so exhausted last night.
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Charles
His eyes remained on the man in the front. Not the Instructor, but rather the armed and armored man. He wondered if he could disarm him, and if so how many others there were. He didn't prefer violence, but he didn't want to let this stand, either. He gulped slowly, feeling the collar around his neck. However, he was also listening, and so he nodded, almost imperceptively, at Larin's words. 'Sounds good', was all he whispered out of the corner of his mouth.
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Alexander
He sat in his own little world, mostly, listening to those words. He couldn't care less what happened to most of these people who'd treated him like he didn't exist, at best. 'Hell', he thought, 'If it comes down to my life, or theirs, why should I care?' ... or so he would have thought up until hours ago. He wasn't so sure, now, with Annah. The rest could go to hell, but her tears seemed to cut into his awareness. Blinking, he looked over to her and frowned. Unsure almost of what he was doing, unsure of what to do, he tried to reach out and touch her shoulder hopefully reassuringly...
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The Instructor
He tapped the desk with the tip of the silencer three times, before pointing it much like he would a finger, at Neko, and then James, and Larin and Charles, and the other students talking panickedly among themselves. Clearing his voice, the sound cut through the room, the pistol comes to point at Tyler.
"'Yours is not', as the phrase goes, 'to question why. Yours is to fight... or die'. Suffice to say, the 'why' is irrelevant. You will play the game, for the prize - your life, or you will die. And one of you will make it out of here alive. Remember that... Now, I know a few of you are tugging at your collars. Or trying to figure out how to get them off. I wonder if you truly realize the fact that they're bombs, strapped to your neck. Perhaps, a demonstration is in order." He pulled out a small silver and black device from his pocket with his free hand, setting it on the desk. The gun was lowered, and then let go of. Gesturing at the door, it opened once more to allow entrance for two more fully armed goons, though between them was the teacher for most of this class, Ms. Williams, looking bedraggled and beaten. Around her neck was a collar much like that for the other students, her mouth gagged and her hands bound.
"Now, Ms. Williams here was most... displeased... when she learned of what was to transpire." As he spoke, he used the tip of the silencer to press a few buttons on the device, each one making a little audible 'beep'. Ms. Williams' eyes grew wide as she looked over to him, flailing about and struggling. "Mmmph! Nnnpgh!"....
The pistol came to rest near the bottom of it, and he looked up from the device, watching the students. Without a smile, or a frown, the pistol moved, and there was another beep.
Ms. Williams screamed for a short moment, though the beep was quicky followed by a loud, dull explosion. The collar detonated inward, a focused charge that blew apart her neck, sending the head flying and falling in a rain of blood. Those in the front row would have been splattered, the head coming to rest at the foot of the desk as the dead body of Ms. Williams slumped forwards, being released and falling to the ground with a thump, blood squirting from the severed stump in time with her dying heart, finally simply oozing free...
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The Guards
Each of the three guards there dispassionately stood, not phased by the dead body at their feet. Instead they brought up their shotguns, aimed at the class. Their intent was quite clear. Any attempt to assault them or the instructor would result in further death.
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OOC:
A: I hope that wasn't too graphic, folks. Of course I realize it could be more so. Or less. In fact, that is my question. In hindsight I should have asked in the signup thread, what level of graphicness are you comfortable with / do you want?
B: And I realize, that's probably not how it would happen. I may be completely wrong in the details. If anyone's morbid and knowledgeable enough to tell me what a focused charge (like the SWAT uses for blowing out doors) collar would actually do, enlightenment would be welcome.
C: With this one, I really -won't- post an update until everyone posts a response.
Oh, and D: No I will not tell you how the collars work, and what will set them off. If you want to fool around with them, do so with the same trepidation your character would be doing.
Posted Thu Apr 01, 2004 1:15 pm:
More OOC:
E: Woohoo, my copy of Battle Royale (the movie) came in the mail, today. Sweeeeeet.
F: I'll give a cookie to the first person who bumps this.
G: A chocolate-chip, sugar, or snickerdoodle cookie. Your choice.
Edit:
H: *gives TSO a chocolate-chip cookie* Good RPer.
Posted Thu Apr 01, 2004 11:19 am:
OOC:
Ooooor, I could post the update this morning in the computer lab. Either/or. I wasn't expecting to be so exhausted last night.
IC:
Charles
His eyes remained on the man in the front. Not the Instructor, but rather the armed and armored man. He wondered if he could disarm him, and if so how many others there were. He didn't prefer violence, but he didn't want to let this stand, either. He gulped slowly, feeling the collar around his neck. However, he was also listening, and so he nodded, almost imperceptively, at Larin's words. 'Sounds good', was all he whispered out of the corner of his mouth.
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Alexander
He sat in his own little world, mostly, listening to those words. He couldn't care less what happened to most of these people who'd treated him like he didn't exist, at best. 'Hell', he thought, 'If it comes down to my life, or theirs, why should I care?' ... or so he would have thought up until hours ago. He wasn't so sure, now, with Annah. The rest could go to hell, but her tears seemed to cut into his awareness. Blinking, he looked over to her and frowned. Unsure almost of what he was doing, unsure of what to do, he tried to reach out and touch her shoulder hopefully reassuringly...
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The Instructor
He tapped the desk with the tip of the silencer three times, before pointing it much like he would a finger, at Neko, and then James, and Larin and Charles, and the other students talking panickedly among themselves. Clearing his voice, the sound cut through the room, the pistol comes to point at Tyler.
"'Yours is not', as the phrase goes, 'to question why. Yours is to fight... or die'. Suffice to say, the 'why' is irrelevant. You will play the game, for the prize - your life, or you will die. And one of you will make it out of here alive. Remember that... Now, I know a few of you are tugging at your collars. Or trying to figure out how to get them off. I wonder if you truly realize the fact that they're bombs, strapped to your neck. Perhaps, a demonstration is in order." He pulled out a small silver and black device from his pocket with his free hand, setting it on the desk. The gun was lowered, and then let go of. Gesturing at the door, it opened once more to allow entrance for two more fully armed goons, though between them was the teacher for most of this class, Ms. Williams, looking bedraggled and beaten. Around her neck was a collar much like that for the other students, her mouth gagged and her hands bound.
"Now, Ms. Williams here was most... displeased... when she learned of what was to transpire." As he spoke, he used the tip of the silencer to press a few buttons on the device, each one making a little audible 'beep'. Ms. Williams' eyes grew wide as she looked over to him, flailing about and struggling. "Mmmph! Nnnpgh!"....
The pistol came to rest near the bottom of it, and he looked up from the device, watching the students. Without a smile, or a frown, the pistol moved, and there was another beep.
Ms. Williams screamed for a short moment, though the beep was quicky followed by a loud, dull explosion. The collar detonated inward, a focused charge that blew apart her neck, sending the head flying and falling in a rain of blood. Those in the front row would have been splattered, the head coming to rest at the foot of the desk as the dead body of Ms. Williams slumped forwards, being released and falling to the ground with a thump, blood squirting from the severed stump in time with her dying heart, finally simply oozing free...
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The Guards
Each of the three guards there dispassionately stood, not phased by the dead body at their feet. Instead they brought up their shotguns, aimed at the class. Their intent was quite clear. Any attempt to assault them or the instructor would result in further death.
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OOC:
A: I hope that wasn't too graphic, folks. Of course I realize it could be more so. Or less. In fact, that is my question. In hindsight I should have asked in the signup thread, what level of graphicness are you comfortable with / do you want?
B: And I realize, that's probably not how it would happen. I may be completely wrong in the details. If anyone's morbid and knowledgeable enough to tell me what a focused charge (like the SWAT uses for blowing out doors) collar would actually do, enlightenment would be welcome.
C: With this one, I really -won't- post an update until everyone posts a response.
Oh, and D: No I will not tell you how the collars work, and what will set them off. If you want to fool around with them, do so with the same trepidation your character would be doing.
Posted Thu Apr 01, 2004 1:15 pm:
More OOC:
E: Woohoo, my copy of Battle Royale (the movie) came in the mail, today. Sweeeeeet.
F: I'll give a cookie to the first person who bumps this.
G: A chocolate-chip, sugar, or snickerdoodle cookie. Your choice.
Edit:
H: *gives TSO a chocolate-chip cookie* Good RPer.
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"He who lives by the sword dies by my arrow."
"In your histories, there are continual justifications for all manner of hellish actions. Claims of nobility and heritage and honor to cover up every bit of genocide, assassination, and massacre. At least the Horde is honest in their naked lust for power."
"In your histories, there are continual justifications for all manner of hellish actions. Claims of nobility and heritage and honor to cover up every bit of genocide, assassination, and massacre. At least the Horde is honest in their naked lust for power."
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Neko's eye turned wide. He'd seen some pretty nasty stuff in his life, but nothing so cruel or, guh, he shook the thought from his head. He knew that if he charged he would be dead before he made it a foot away from his desk, these men were trained, and Nekop knew what a trained man could do with a gun if he wanted to. He quickly reset his composure and brought back his cool, uncaring, nonchalant look. "OK, so basically, we do something wrong, we're dead, we don't fioght, we're dead, and if we try to escape we're dead. if we do fight, there is a damn good chance we're dead, right?"
"Maybe that's just me, maybe I'm crazy."
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ALL SHALL STAND AND BE COUNTED FOR THE GLORIOUS RETURN OF DEMITRIFLAMEGG!!
"Crap crap crap crap crap crap. Not good. Okay, calm down. Just gotta keep your cool until we get outta this room. Then we gotta meet up with others who are gonna go homicidal and figure a way out of this."
Larin sits in his chair, not moving a single muscle.
Larin sits in his chair, not moving a single muscle.
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"HOLY SHIT!" Sean screamed as the collar exploded, and spots of warm blood spattered across his face. Fear welled up inside him. "These guys....they....they mean business.....we're not leaving here alive..."He thought to himself. Sean looked around the room at the equally horrified faces of his other classmates, surely no one expected that to happen. The fear that had been building inside Sean, began to shift into anger. As much as he didn't like the teachers in his school, especially Ms. Williams, watching them die was not something he wanted to do. "How could they do something like this to people, don't they CARE?!?"Sean screamed into his own mind. His hands balled into fists."I'm not dying today, I AM NOT DYING TODAY!! There has got to be a way out of this..........but I don't want to kill anyone......"
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James suddenly was out of breath. He was scared now, he knew he had no choices here. All hope of escape without winning had left his mind, and he drifted in and out of thoughts of his own death, and those of his classmates. He wasnt close friends with anyone, but he had never killed anyone.
"I'll have to start" he sputtered to himself
Looking at his former teacher he had to close his eyes. These things are serious, those blasts are inescapable. How he wished to have some power, like those he had read in many stories. Somethnig to give him an edge in this horrible ordeal.
"I have an edge, I am me. I am not going to let myself be killed. Can I kill in non-self defense?" he questioned himself.
"I dont have a choice"
OOC: The more graphic the better
It adds realism
"I'll have to start" he sputtered to himself
Looking at his former teacher he had to close his eyes. These things are serious, those blasts are inescapable. How he wished to have some power, like those he had read in many stories. Somethnig to give him an edge in this horrible ordeal.
"I have an edge, I am me. I am not going to let myself be killed. Can I kill in non-self defense?" he questioned himself.
"I dont have a choice"
OOC: The more graphic the better
It adds realism
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*Annah suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She gasped and quickly looked to see where the hand was coming from. It was Alexander. She was relieved but at the same time, a tear fell from her eye and ran down her cheek. As she was looking at him she heard the man saying something about a demonstration. She focused her attention on him again, Ms. Williams was brought into the room, bound and gagged. Annah's eyes widened. She didn't even think about her teacher. What are they going to do to her? Annah could only stare at her beaten teacher, tears falling slowly. The instructer pressed a few buttons and Ms. Williams head was no longer attached. A drop or two of blood fell on Annah's face. Horrified, scared, and shocked, she let out a yelp and buried her face into her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. She tried to hold back, tried to be quiet, but her crying couldn't be helped.*
OOC: The graphics were fine. Don't go for trying to gross people out, but do it just enough that it gives the effects needed to give. For example: "The bomb went off and her head was no longer attached" Doesn't give the same affect as " The collar detonated inward, a focused charge that blew apart her neck, sending the head flying and falling in a rain of blood" It really helps us visualize what's just happened and we're able to work more with that material.
OOC: The graphics were fine. Don't go for trying to gross people out, but do it just enough that it gives the effects needed to give. For example: "The bomb went off and her head was no longer attached" Doesn't give the same affect as " The collar detonated inward, a focused charge that blew apart her neck, sending the head flying and falling in a rain of blood" It really helps us visualize what's just happened and we're able to work more with that material.
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( OOC: Seeing as how it's been almost 24 hours without a reply... bump. )
"He who lives by the sword dies by my arrow."
"In your histories, there are continual justifications for all manner of hellish actions. Claims of nobility and heritage and honor to cover up every bit of genocide, assassination, and massacre. At least the Horde is honest in their naked lust for power."
"In your histories, there are continual justifications for all manner of hellish actions. Claims of nobility and heritage and honor to cover up every bit of genocide, assassination, and massacre. At least the Horde is honest in their naked lust for power."
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OOC: you gotta be kidding me... I posted on Friday but I guess I hit the preview button the closed my browser. I guess I need to pay attention next time.
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"Granted that Ms. Williams wasn't my teacher, I don't think that she should have been involved in this, however, I know I have no say or bearing in what goes on in your regime. I do wish that the teacher that was killed was Coach Fitzpatrick instead, only because all he does is give everyone that's not involved with atheletics a hard time and treats them so badly." Jendikon said while trying not to get sick looking at Ms. Williams headless corpse on the floor.
"WE are in quite a predicament here ladies and gentlemen. I think it's in all of our best interests that we do nothing but cooperate and do whatever their bidding is, afterall, if we do not, we will end up like Ms. Williams." Jendikon pauses for a brief moment. "The instructor told us that only ONE of us will get out of this ordeal alive, and as much as I would like it to be me, I have some doubts in my mind that says I'll make it. I just want to say this, to all my schoolmates here whether or not we were friends before, that I know it wasn't your fault if you kill me...it's just something that has to be done...and I hope you all feel the same as well because we are only pawn in their cruel game only to get sacrificed, to make an opening for another move. But unlike the game of chess, where more than one pawn has a chance to get promoted to Queen, only one of us will get that opportunity." Jendikon states with a strong, proud voice...accepting the fact that he will not be among the first to die, but has an even less chance of winning this competition.
IC:
"Granted that Ms. Williams wasn't my teacher, I don't think that she should have been involved in this, however, I know I have no say or bearing in what goes on in your regime. I do wish that the teacher that was killed was Coach Fitzpatrick instead, only because all he does is give everyone that's not involved with atheletics a hard time and treats them so badly." Jendikon said while trying not to get sick looking at Ms. Williams headless corpse on the floor.
"WE are in quite a predicament here ladies and gentlemen. I think it's in all of our best interests that we do nothing but cooperate and do whatever their bidding is, afterall, if we do not, we will end up like Ms. Williams." Jendikon pauses for a brief moment. "The instructor told us that only ONE of us will get out of this ordeal alive, and as much as I would like it to be me, I have some doubts in my mind that says I'll make it. I just want to say this, to all my schoolmates here whether or not we were friends before, that I know it wasn't your fault if you kill me...it's just something that has to be done...and I hope you all feel the same as well because we are only pawn in their cruel game only to get sacrificed, to make an opening for another move. But unlike the game of chess, where more than one pawn has a chance to get promoted to Queen, only one of us will get that opportunity." Jendikon states with a strong, proud voice...accepting the fact that he will not be among the first to die, but has an even less chance of winning this competition.
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Leif looked over to the body of the leacher, and while he had no facial expression, his eyes showed shock and horror... he almost seemed to try to hide behind Neko a bit.. being as short as he was, he could hide behind anyone...
He made a mental note to stick with Larin and Neko; Larin because he seemed the least likely to crack under the pressure of such a situation. That, and he promised to help with the collars.. Neko because he was his friend, and not likely to try to kill him first. If them or anyone tried to kill him, however, he would react..
But can I bring myself to end a life...?
He made a mental note to stick with Larin and Neko; Larin because he seemed the least likely to crack under the pressure of such a situation. That, and he promised to help with the collars.. Neko because he was his friend, and not likely to try to kill him first. If them or anyone tried to kill him, however, he would react..
But can I bring myself to end a life...?
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