AMAZING Battle Royale SB!(Started-Accepting)

Name: Regan "Re" O'Neill

Gender: Female

Age: 15

History: She lived with her mom and dad in hawaii until she was 11, when her parents broke up. Now she lives with her mom in a small apartment while her mom works about twelve hours a day to keep food on the table. She's been forced to do good in school because otherwise she wouldn't be able to pay for college.

When she was 12, she'd made a new friend after moving in with her mom. Her friend spread a rumor about her all over the school saying that she'd killed her father. When Re confronted her,her friend pretended to know nothing about it. After that, everyone was scared of her and stayed away, even her friend. She eventually reverted to being alone instead of joining 20 clubs to try to find a new friend. In those 20 clubs, she learned how to fence, sail, act, and cnvince people to buy overpriced yearbooks.

Appearance:

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She's tan and athletic, with gray-blue eyes and light brown strait hair that's really long, almost to her elbows.

Personality: She's a loner and an outcast in school. She's very intelligent, and when confronted will use her intelligence to get out of situations. She's sarcastic to and often points out mistakes in society. She puts on a hostile act to keep people away, but secretly can be a good friend.

Strengths: She can fence, act, and think fast in difficult situations. She's pretty strong, but not rugby player strong, more like softball player, or soccer strong.

Weaknesses: She'll want to be alone most of the time, so that makes her weaker. She has trust issues. She can't whistle.

Other: She doesn't want an alliance, but might be in one if she thinks it will help her. She wants to be a hand model.(yeah, kind of random.)

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CHANGE OF PLANS. WE WILL BE STARTING THE SB TODAY! I will give you until Wed. to get your first post in so don't sweat.

I did this because I will be gone all wed.

yay

I begin the slaughter

I heard my name called and I bolted. My weapons were 6 poison tipped tomahawks. I was used to these. I used to split wood for my parents 4 years ago. That was when the government killed them. They called it a freak accident but how how many accidents involve military grade explosives inside of my parents car when they both were going on a date. None. I haven’t spoken since and I never will. I now that some of the kids at my school have parents who set up these damned accidents and I have made sure that they pay for it. I also make sure I am never caught. I have been responsible for 3 broken arms, 12 broken fingers, and two permanently disabled children who will never lift another body part other than their eyelids again. I live in the back roads where the lawless tend to my needs. I always carry a knife with me. Good for a quick thrust between the ribs but nothing special. It is about 5” long and I keep it sharp.
I am running through the woods. Branches scrape at my face but I do not rest. I run for about 4 miles until I come to the edge of a cliff. I back up to the tree line while there is about 10 yards of open ground. Not a good place, all things considered. I am about to make my way back toward the center when I see a flicker of movement in my peripheral vision. I wait, I don’t move. He doesn’t see me but I can see him all right. Fabio, student number 9. He stands poised on the the knifes edge of the cliff. He looks ready to jump. A waste of a good weapon if you ask me. He carries a ash wood spear with a fine point. I began to creep slowly toward him. He froze and I lunged. His reactions were amazingly fast. He almost got me. Almost. I swung my hatchet and carved off a sizable chunk of his leg. He screamed in agony as the poison started to creep through his veins. I silenced him with a slash to the face. He pulled back at the last second and I slice through his cheeks. Blood splatters my face, it’s warm sticky texture soaks my shirt. He flies into a rage swinging his spear at my face in a murderous arc. I duck and retaliate with a chop to his arm. I feel the tip strike bone and I pull my hatchet out. He drops his weapon over the edge of the cliff where it smashes into the rocks bellow. A quick blow to the back of his head sends it’s owner over the edge. His flailing body impales itself on the sharp rocks bellow. I turn. Next time I will be more cautious. That scream probably announced to the world my position. I decide to head back. The hunter’s will be closing in. I return to the woods where I shall make plans. I look down. There is a gash running down my arm. I shrug and bind it with a strip of clothing that I cut from my sleeve. A minor setback but one that will most definitely be overcome. This is only the beginning.

Fabio O'Connor Dead.

I ran out the moment my name was called. I looked around hoping for anyone to be around. I was scared. I didn’t even bother look at my weapon. I wouldn’t be using it no matter what the sick and twisted government may think. I decided to hide in a tree and to wait and see who came out. I take a swig from my canteen and I watch as my classmates walk out. Waiting, hoping for my boyfriend, George to come out and rescue me from this torment. I did not have too long to wait before he came out. Proud as a lion he surveyed his territory as if to say, this is ours and no one will ever harm us. My heart leapt for joy and I jumped down to him. He jumped and looked at me with his deep green eyes. It was then that I fainted with relief that I had found him. That now everything would be all right and that he would always be there for me. I let my mind fall into oblivion as he caught me before I hit the ground. I had one last look at his face gazing down at me and I felt a twinge of suspicion. I mentally slapped myself, he was mine and forever would be. I then fell into the oblivion that consumed me.

My name is called, I rise, and walk out onto the island. I’m startled when something jumps out from the forest in front of me. I pick up a near by rock and hold it above my head in a defensive posture. I drop the rock as I realize that it’s my girlfriend Tashiki running towards me. As she draws near I pick her up and spin her around in an embracing hug, her body goes slump in my arms. I try to shake her awake but she is out, cold. I arrange her next to a tree with her head on a pile of moss. I decide to stay with her, we will make a good team. I go into the woods and collect some branches to build a shelter and fire. While i’m walking I find that I am standing on the edge of a cliff over looking a small abandoned coal mind and city. I walk back to my Tasaki and decide to carry her to the city. When she woke up I am sitting at a broken table eating some berries that I found in the forest.
“Oh, my darling I missed you, she said with a sob where are we here?”.
“After we found each other you fainted and I carried you to this abandon city that we are currently in. You need to eat something have some berries.”
“What time is it” the mumbled as she stuffed her mouth full of berries.
“I duno but we should go to sleep soon. It’s dark out. Finish off the berries then go to sleep, i’ll keep watch. She swallowed the berries and crawled into the remains of what used to be a bed and went to sleep. later that night I break off the blade of my synth and take the branch that I had been widling till it was the shape of a small dagger hilt. The handle has a small notch in it. I put the synth blade into the notch and place the makeshift dagger in between two large pieces of metal. I hide half of my food rations in a hole in the wall, and go to sleep on a makeshift pillow.


In building with Tashiki

My name was called. The time had come. I shakily stood up from my desk, which made a harsh squeaking noise against the floor. I slowly walked towards the door, had my pack handed to me. I started towards the door, gave a longing glance to the terrified faces of my classmates, and headed outside into a nightmare.

I waited behind a shrub, about twenty feet away from the entrance to the school. Alison Hawley emerged, terrified.

"Alison!" I whispered furiously. She looked around, ready to be attacked. I waved my hand and showed my face. She ran over to me, tears of relief started flowing out of her grateful eyes. I enveloped her in a hug.

"Let's get away from here." She suggested.

"Should we wait for anyone else?" I asked.

"No, you're the only one I trust." She said shakily. We started heading North, towards the pick clouds in the distance, with no idea of what we were getting into.

In an alliance with Alison Hawley.

KOUHEI TAKAHASHI

“We’re a wreck, aren’t we?”

The words slipped out of his mouth. He didn’t say them, but they were still his. He had been huddled in a corner sobbing for at least half an hour by now. His eyes were now bloodshot, and the vessels formed delicate, red spiderwebs over his sclera. It had been raining, and he took shelter in an abandoned factory building. He didn't know here he was, but he knew he needed a roof over his head. He was cold, wet, but most of all, he was scared. The stress combined with his lack of sleep caused a migraine to set in. He clutched his head in agony.

“Wh-wh-what do y-you mean by w-we?” With all his effort, he managed to get those words out. He was still shivering from the shock and cold.

“Heh. Of course we’re a ‘we’. How could you forget about us, we’re like your brothers. Well, not really brothers since we’re the same person and all, but you get the gist of it.” His tone was nonchalant and casual, almost disturbing given the dire situation he, or rather, they were in.

“H-h-how c-can you joke a-a-round like this... we… we could die here… and… and… nobody will ever know… and… and…” He started to sob. It finally hit him like a bat over the head. The hopelessness of the situation, of everything. He was truly and undeniably trapped. If the government deemed his life so disposable, then why would he even try?

His mood became eerily calm again. “Oh, I won’t let that happen. I promise we’ll get out of this alive. I just have to make sure... you okay with shedding a little blood here and there?" A dry chuckle escaped from his lips.

He felt like he was going to vomit. A vague discomfort came over him. “You-you’re sick… how… HOW CAN YOU DO THIS?!?” By now, he felt if he had fallen off the deep end. He was losing his grip to reality. Nothing felt real anymore.

“Who are you calling sick? We’re the same person, after all. I was always in you. It was always in you. Now its time for you to suck it up, or die here in the cold. Get your shit together, man. It’s no time to be a scared little boy anymore.”

He wanted this to end. The pain, the fear, the desperation. He was becoming the very monster he had learned to fear. The very monster he had tried so hard to distance himself from, and now it was rearing its ugly head, proud of showing its monstrosity to the world. He didn't want to hurt anybody, he was just a scared little boy after all. He just wanted the pain to stop. But he wanted to blame someone. He wanted to blame them. He refused to accept that this was for no reason, that he was just a pawn in this hellish game of chess. Everything had a reason! Everything! That was how Kouhei thought, but in this case he was wrong.

Rage consumed him. He wanted them to suffer. He hated them. He hated them for putting him in this batshit insane game. He wanted to feel the warm blood on his hands. He wanted to hear them plead for their lives, despite the fact it was useless. He wanted to hear their death moans, and to see their eyes full of fear before he struck the final blow. He found an almost perverse pleasure in the thought of it.

He stood up, seemingly unaffected by the stress and lack of sleep. He wiped away his tears, and grabbed his shovel, the weapon assigned to him from the beginning of the game. Nothing remarkable, but he felt it could get the job done. And besides, the way he was going to play this game, he didn’t need to use it much. A crooked smile begun to form on his face. His one man army began to march. And he knew where they were all hiding.

LOCATION: STAIRWAY TO HELL [BLOCK 65]

I received my day pack and bolted outside. I didn't like the idea of this at all, but I figured the sooner we start the sooner we finish. I ran off into the bright sunlight, not wanting to risk being killed in front of the school. I ran off towards the tallest building, which was way off into the distance. I looked down and saw giant footprints. They must've been from one of the taller guys in the class. I didn't even stop running to check what was in my pack. I realized that was a mistake, so I sat down, panting, against one of the crumbling buildings on the outskirts of the town.

I opened my pack and found some food, a water bottle, a map of the island, a flashlight, a compass, and a handgun. I didn't really know how to use a handgun, but I kind of knew, from watching my sister's boyfriend play Call of Duty. I cocked it, put on the safety, so I wouldn't shoot myself, and headed off again. I walked at a leisurely pace until I reached the city. It was haunting, and I swore I saw someone moving in the top floor of a building not too far from me. I aimed my gun, and saw that it was the curtain on a window, blowing in the breeze. This game already had me paranoid, and I had only been out here for about forty-five minutes.

I threw a rock in the house to see if anyone was in there. I walked in the bedroom on the second floor, hoping the ceiling wouldn't cave in, plopped my things down on the floor, regretting running off without finding someone to be with. I sat down on the map and studied it like it was the study guide to living.

On the outskirts of the city, alone, Walther PPK Handgun.

>Sorry if it's a little short. I just have to practice French and my concious is being a real butt today.<

Mikan Amaya:

HOLY CRAP!

I burst through the remenants of a worn out building, a heavy stitch burning in the side of my chest. Damn, you're not a fit as you once were! Damn manga and anime! The whole place seemed like it had been hit by a bomb shell. Remanents of furniture were tossed here and there, and algae had all but taken over the ceiling. The backpack on my back was jumping around, sliding down my sweat licked body. I can honestly say, I've never been this scared in my whole life.

I fell back against the wall and slid to the ground, my hair falling into my face. The taser groped in my hands seemed to be getting heavier by the second. Dad had used a taser once to kill a cow, though I had never seen how it was actually done. Sure, I watched the occassional cop movie but none of those things explained how this stupid darn thing actually worked. I closed my eyes and pressed my shaking hand to my chest. Were Mum and Dad wondering where I was? They had to be, I hadn't texted them in well over an hour.

What had that man said? We need to kill to stay alive? I didn't dare touch the chunky collar around my throat just in case it imploded. From what that lab coat had said, it was very easy for these things to go off. It's okay Mikan, you'll be fine. This is just one big fat dream. The sudden sound of footsteps forced me to my feet. My heart practically threatened to pop. They had found me already! I stumbled back into the shadows, bringing the taser up in front of my face. Rocks showered over my tinted red hair, muffling my sobs. I couldn't kill this person, heck, I couldn't even kill a cow.

A shadow sudenly fell against the debris, the afternoon light making it seem more haunting then the figure probably was. God, Jesus, Marry...if you're listening, I'm sorry if I was a bad person, if I get out of this alive, I promise I'll work in every soup kitchen possible!

Location: A building, unknown which one.

Name: Jacob Smith

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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Jacob has slightly pale skin, a strange disorder that makes him have gray/silver hair at 15, gray/blue eyes, he is 6'4, 180 lbs., and is very muscular. He is sort of the intimidating figure, if you put it simple.

History: Throughout his childhood he used his intimidation to get what he wanted from the students at school, so he knows that he will be one of the main targets.

Skills: He's great with knives and spears and is very good at hand-to-hand fighting.

Weaknesses: He won't hurt a girl unless it's between him and them and he won't murder in cold blood. He will only kill if it's a fight.

Personality: He's a nice guy down deep, but he acts tough on the outside so people will think he's cool.

Other: He never wanted to get a good education, he just wants to go into the marines.

Misty Jennings

" Misty Jennings!" A voice called me out of the bus. I was shaking as I stood up, and I could see I wasn't the only one. There was no other explination for what had happened exept for the truth. We were in Battle Royale.

I stepped off the bus and was given a shotgun and a pack containing something. I didn't have time to check it now, and I knew if I didn't get away fast I'd be killed. I ran to away from the bus , but I stayed close to the edge of the island. I felt sweat starting to pour down my back, and my breath started to slow, and before I knew it, I had stopped. I panted and waited for my breath to catch up to me. I took the chance to check my pack. I had a compass, food, and water. I didn't know how long I'd last here, but better save the water and food.

I was all alone. Sure, I had friends, but I wouldn't trust any with my life. I only hoped that whoever won deserved it, and wasn't some insane murderer.

I jumped as I heard a crack behind me. I squeeked and spun around, holding my gun. It was awkward and heavy in my hands, but it would protect me from whatever menace was waiting for me. I slowly tiptoed forwards until I was only a meter away from the building. I quickly screamed and hurled myself around the corner to face my new enemy. It was a squirrel.

I bit my lip in worry. I'd been here about half an hour and was already starting to get a bit paranoid. I did the math in my head, and if this rate kept, I'd be certifiably insane in 34 hours.
On the outskirts of the city, alone. Has a Shotgun and a scared squirrel.(haha)

Jacob Smith

I hear my name called. I bolt to the front of the room where I'm given a sack and my weapon, a bayonet. I bolt out the door and start running. I don't care where the hell I'm going, I just need to get off this damned island. Even if I have to kill everyone. I run, through buildings, past mines, until I find a tall building. I run inside and run up the stairs to the second floor. I don't even look around the inside of the building. I notice the building is run-down, so I go outside and pick up a rather large rock. I run back to the second floor and throw the rock through the ceiling. I climb through and get on top of the roof. I look around at my surroundings and see boats all around the island, to make sure no-one gets out. I also see a small forest to the east, some mines to the north, and then just more buildings. I'm tempted to try and pull off the collar I'm wearing, but I heard it would explode, and I don't want that to happen, so I leave it.

I decide to unpack my sack. I take out all the supplies and lay them out. I have some food, water, a compass, my bayonet, and a map of the island, I locate the building I'm on, number 21. That means that there is another building next to me. I look and sure enough, there it is. It's about a five foot drop and a few feet to my right. I can make it. As I pack up my bag I think I hear a noise come from the building, but I ignore it. I jump. I feel the air fly past me, like I'm just falling. Then I hit, and the worst thing possible happens. I fall through the roof. I fall through the second floor, until I hit the first floor with a thump."That's gonna' hurt in the morning," I joke to myself. I hear a muffled scream and look to my right. I look and see a fellow classmate."How you doing, Mikan?" I ask with a grin on my face.

Just brought down the roof in building 21(Literally, he fell through the roof,) and scared the crap out of Mikan.

Fabio O'Connor.

I hear my name and slowly approach the front of the room. I'm handed a backpack and a spear and I'm out the door. I heard that there was a forest and I decided to head for that. After two hours of hard traveling I make it. I suddenly realize the situation I'm in. I have to kill all my classmates just to survive? That just wasn't humane. I think about my parents and grief overwhelms me. I can't believe I'm doing this. I walk to the edge of the cliff, look at the sharp rocks below, and am about to jump when I hear something moving towards me.

I just whip around in time to see Hunter coming at me. I try to parry his blow, but I miss. He takes off a small piece of my leg and I scream. I wonder why that hurt so much, he didn't hurt me too bad. Then I see the thick green substance on the back of his hatchets. Poison. One word says it all. I see him go for my face, but I pull back and just get a small cut. Now I'm mad. I start swinging my spear, not the best for this close range if you ask me, but it will have to do. I see it hit his arm but he doesn't notice hit. His turn. He takes the hatchet and hits me in the arm, straight to the bone. I drop my spear and watch it fall off the cliff, where it snaps on the rocks. That's the last thing I see because then I fell something smack into my skull, and I'm falling.

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Fabio died a very gruesome, painful, and murderous death due to Hunter Sunflower. I say we all team up on him and kill him! (Seriously, I'm just kidding, don't kill him. Yet. )