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 Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 8:43 pm
 "You will be the first to play our little game. I hope you know how to run"
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:03 pm
 Index
Plot
Students
History & Maps
Weapons
Profile Skeletons
Him
Thus Far
Saved
Saved
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:04 pm
Plot
The economy in japan has hit an all time low, its population rising all with no help in sight. Fearing the drop of living standards and the rise of population the Japanese government started developing a cure for their problem, A game.
After two years of developing the rules and technology they are ready for the first test. They have chosen ten students of different sects insuring no one would be friends with each other when they came to the island. Hoping to insure a quick game before the first big game planed only a month down the road. Along with these ten students they needed to pick a teacher and not any teacher, one that no mater who you were you feared what he could do to you if you did not do as you were told. It was that reason they chose. Mr.Shirou known for his abnormal punishments during detention often going past the rules to make sure his 'students' never were seen after school again.
These ten students find themselves now on the bus heading towards the boats to drop them off on the island chosen for the games. They have been told nothing nor do they know about the games. All they know is that they have been chosen for a special school trip that they will never forget.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:06 pm
History and Maps
Zones to Be forbidden:
Kills:
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:07 pm
Weapons
1: 5 ft. Rope
2: 6 Shot Revolver
3: Frying Pan
4: Vail Fake Blood (High Quality)
5: Sawed Off shot gun (5 shots)
6: Butter fly Knife
7: Cross Bow (3 bolts)
8: Leather Belt
9: Deck of 52 Playing cards
10: Axe
11: Hand Gun (7 Shots)
12: Left Shoe (Steel toe Boot)
13: Sock full of Pennies
14: Bullet Proof Vest
15: Pepper Spray
*When you post your Profile please do a random Number gen 1-15. This way we know what will be in the bag you are given before your tossed out into the 'wild'
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:08 pm
Profile SkeletonProfiles must at least contain but not limited to..... - [Name] - [Age] - [Gender] - [Sexual Preference] - [Likes] - [Dislikes] - [Background] - [Killed] - [Killed by] - [Weapon(s)] - [Other] * A Picture *Before you start working on your profile please PM me or ask me in the OoC area to save you a space. After you finish it send me a PM with a link to your profile page please and thank you.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:12 pm
Him 
- [Name] Mr. Moku Shirou
- [Age] 35
- [Gender] Male
- [Sexual Preference] Younger Girls
- [Likes] Punishments, being In control, Reading, Blood
- [Dislikes] Playboys, Silence, Older Women, Sugar
- [Background] The teacher chosen for the test round of the 'games'. He has always been looked down on by his students for his bending of the rules in class and after class. The year before the one our story takes place in the gov't came to him and informed him his next class would be taken from him, and that if he played along he could earn himself on the board of education, in the disciplinary department. He was more then willing to give up his class for seat on board, and currently has the mindset to make sure nothing gets in his way.
- [Killed]
- [Killed by]
- [Weapon(s)] Two Silver hand guns (15 shot each)
- [Other]
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:13 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 11:20 am
Now Open
Starting location on the coach buss 'heading' towards a family camp ground for the class trip
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 11:34 am
•|• Misaki Edric Tsubaki •|•
There is no reason for you to be behind me...  Misaki had her eyes closed as the low rumble of the bus droned in her ears. Her head was rested against the warm glass of the window she was sitting next to on the bus they were riding to this 'secret location' or whatever. There were eight students chosen for a special field trip. Misaki hadn't been too enthused, but her teacher had insisted, said it would be an honor to their class, herself, and her family. So she accepted. Now, she found herself on her way to wherever it was they were headed. She had taken a seat by herself, and feigned sleep. Or, at least looked like she was sleep. She wasn't necessarily, purposefully acting like she was asleep when she wasn't. She just didn't feel like wasting the energy. She, for some reason, felt particularly disinterested today.
Misaki slowly opened her eyes and glanced around. Where were they? Perhaps she should have paid attention as they drove...Oh well, too late now. She pushed herself up to sit properly for a moment...then flopped back against the seat. She wanted a notebook. She wanted to write. She was so bored! here upon this boring bus ride. Why weren't they allowed to know details? What random thing did the school have in store for them now? She didn't know anyone else here, and wasn't really about to strike up a conversation with a random strange. Well, not unless they did so first.
Misaki brought a hand up and began to fiddle with a few pieces of hair, mess with the way her clothes laid, and shift around for no reason. It certainly wasn't the most comfortable bus, and she was becoming restless. She swayed some, looking out the window again, before she once again glanced around the bus.
Okay, so she did wish someone would come up and talk to her. She felt unsettled in this strange environment. She could see three boys clearly...Why had she picked a seat so close to the front? She didn't want to turn around; she felt...awkward...doing so. One boy looked like a real bully. Another had white-blonde hair, which she had never seen before, and the third had dark hair. Of course no one would get up while the bus was moving. Not to come talk to a random strange. She wouldn't. She was convinced they wouldn't either. Oh well, she'd just have to sit quietly here until they reached their destination.So you will pardon my suspicions of you, for being there.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 11:50 am
 【The Oldest Child That May Never Come Back From That Lovely Little Game .Will Anyone Miss Her?】Amane's little feet carried her up the steps, of the bus, and she smiled at the driver. "Hello!" She said, in a extremly bubbly tone. A smile spread across her lips again, and she turned making her way down the asile. Amane could see other's outside the bus, and she smiled. She had been the first one on, she so headed to the back and took a seat. setting her purse down next to her seat. As she bent, her hair fell off of her shoulders, and around her face. With the backless shirt she was wearing, the scar could be seen. It looked like a spiderweb crawling down her spine, just missing that little wire of a spider following it down the expanse of her back.
Amane didn't really care who sat next to her, so she just stayed bent down, not even realizing that her scar was showing. That was the one thing she hated about her body, was that damned scar. If she had known, she would have been sitting straight up and keeping her back pressed straight against the chair. Searching through her bag for her ipod, she sighed. 'Where is it?!' Thats all she could think of at the moment, she couldn't dance, so she would listen to music, and then she would be fine. Her mind finally drifted as she searched, mostly back to the day that they had come to get her.
Amane had been working that day, the cafe' had been busy. So, she was bustlying around, searching for her notepad when a man came in and pulled her aside. "Miss Amane, we have a request from your parents. They have requested that you go on a trip, for all your hard work. We already have everything ready, just grab your things and change and we'll be on our way." Amane did everything but hug the man, and she dashed into the back, changed grabbed her purse, and then she was put in a taxi and they were on there way to where she was now.
Amane kept looking, and waited for someone to sit next to her, her scar showing. It was time, time for the game to start, time for the new chapter in her life to begin, and maybe even end.
That was running through Amane's mind now, the bus had started, and she was sitting alone. She still waited for someone to sit next to her, so she left her things on the floor, just incase. Her eyes looked out the window, she remembered now that this had been called a field trip in the cab, and not only had her parents wanted her to take it, but her teachers to. she had been excused from all work untill the trip was over.. the funny thing was.. they never said when it would end. No matter how many times she asked, then had NEVER told her. Oh well, not a big deal. She would get back, when she would get back.
Feet doing small movments that she would put into a dance, Amane sat there, looking around. She had now streched out, her feet laying across the seat. She wasn't telling anyone not to sit there, just to stretch. The pink, bright blue, and sea green streaks in the left side of her hair whipped around her face, mostly from the drivers open window. She yawned, and closed her eyes. She really did hope someone would sit with her. 【The Oldest Child That May Never Come Back From That Lovely Little Game .Will Anyone Miss Her?】 Amane.Felcia.Gates
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 12:18 pm
xX Light Hikaru Mirari Xx The sadness on the face will probably be gone tomorrow...
When did my eyes become dead?Light glanced around, then got up. He didn't like the seat he was in. Him and direct sunlight didn't mix well. So, for the sake of his eyes and his comfort, he was moving. He went towards the back, and saw a girl sprawled out across a seat. He didn't say anything, but figured she was resting, and took the seat next to the ones which she was laying on.
He glanced out the window to his left, and let out a soft sigh. He reached into his pocket, and pulled on a pair of blue sunglasses. He flicked a piece of long white hair, as the bus took a nice jolt. He reached into his other pocket, and pulled out an i-pod. He smirked to himself. His cousin had taken it away from him, saying he shouldn't have it in school, but he had swiped it back. He pushed the headphones in, and turned on a random rock song. It happened to be Dir en Grey, Koudo. He closed his eyes, laid his head back, and felt another lurch of the bus.
doko tonaku sono kanashisou na kao mo kitto ashita ni wa wasure kieru
itsukara darou konna ni hitomi ga shinda no wa?
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koe koroshite me wo fusaide yami ni oborete samayotte
The words rang throug his head, their meaning and translation dark. But he was in a darker mood. So it fit. He liked this band quite a bit, especially when he was in a mood such as he was currently. It helped to fuel it, but gently. Keeping him in a calm, detached state from the rest of the world. How he liked it.Kill the voice Close your eyes,
Drown in the darkness, Roam around...
I won't depend on anyone anymore.
All in darkness
It's such an irony this sunny bright weather. 
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