Battle Royale: Taiwan [IC]

TheGreenerGrey said:
(Time to tempt fate by pissing off someone with a gun. Or being ignored, either or.)
"A free ride to any college? And all we have to do is kill our entire class? Sign me the hell up!" Jordan speaks up from the background, anger evident on his face and sarcasm dripping from his tongue. These... these assholes had drugged him, transported him to what looks to be a goddamn island, put a death watch on his wrist, and now this colossal bitch was smiling at him like she was some sort of flight attendant.

"You're all sick, and I hope after you put us to death you look deep, deep within yourselves, realise nothing is there, and blow your goddamm brains out. It'll be faster than waiting for me to win. I have your faces, assholes." He had no idea why he was saying any of this. This woman alone could probably kill him with the injector, and the soldiers were armed. But it just... what the hell even was this!? He had never realised, when he was just watching, how this felt. The fear, the anger.

He didn't attempt to stand up or anything else that would definitely get him killed, just glared at the faces of every government employee in the room.
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Zheng tightened his grip on the podium. "We've been doing this for seven years, and it's hard every damn time. Do you think we like murdering kids? We do it because it's necessary. We do it because it's the only way to maintain order." He shouted before calming down. "I'm sorry, I got a bit... angry there." He sighed.

Blacksmith said:
She wanted to laugh in his face, if it wasn't for the fact he was so earnest. It was a genuine question for her, a loaded one at that. She had no friends. Not since the Incident. By choice at first, before shifting to the norm as she closed herself in on herself. Nobody wanted to talk to the girl with such ample evidence of the hatred a parent could have for their child. Twisted they called her. Creepy. Unfeeling.

So she embraced those words, making it her own. She didn't need them. She only needed one.

She thought of her father, waiting back home and finally nodded.



She sighed in vexation and made herself comfortable, slipping her mic into her pocket.

If they were going to knock them out (as though none of them knew what was being planned), she was going to damn well catch up on her sleep.

And so she closed her eyes.





When she woke up, her expression was bored up to a point where she asked in a rasping, mechanical voice.

"Does this Battle Royale extend to anyone we find out there? "

She made up her mind regarding classmates. She'd play defensively, protecting the idiot with more to return to than her.

But if she found any of these government people in the arena, she was going all Jason Voorhees on them. She glanced at her arms, small and weak and huffed out with a pout.

.....Maybe Chucky would be a better comparison.

@Lady of the Lake @Lucky @Crow @Emory @TheGreenerGrey @Minerva
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A serious, yet less angry, expression formed on his face. "All employees are employees of the Ministry of the Interior and the Military. If any employee is harmed by a participant, then that participant will be tried in court to the fullest extent possible, should they happen to win." He said. "An Organizer found in the arena is there only because there is an issue with the game that needs to be resolved. Do you understand?" He asked.

There were several nods and "mm-hmm"s that escaped people's mouths.

Emory said:
@TheGreenerGrey

“J-Jordan,” he said in a quiet, almost timid voice. His hand found Jordan’s shoulder and squeezed ever so slightly. “Not-“ his left eye twitched impulsively. “-n-now.”

The girl speaking was attractive but her words chilled Kaspar to the bone. Dark zones huh? He wondered how they’d tell if they were in one of these dark zones yet he got the feeling they’d know it when they see it.

Once Instructor Zhang replaced the woman and asked for any questions Kaspar cleared his throat. “H-how are we entering t-the arena?” His voice was low but echoed throughout the room so that it carried to the Instructor.
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"I will call your names and hand you a duffel bag. You will then take that bag and follow the red arrows to an elevator that will take you into the arena. From there, you may run to anywhere on the island." He said pointing to the bags and then the map.

Crow said:
"What the-"

Hong Meiling was in utter disbelief.

"- is this how it is now?"

Hong Meiling looks at the device on her wrist.

She was going to have to play this death game in order to attend the next level of education.

"Th- this can't possibly be happening, it has to be a joke..."

Just in case, she did not touch the device on her wrist. She gazed upon it.

"If this is how it can end, then I have no choice."

Hong Meiling knew she had to fight. She had no choice. She was no hero, but she wasn't a fiend either.

She was a pawn.
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Lucky said:
Asher Falcon

Asher looked around the room, uncertain of what to say. All of the questions that could have escaped his lips had been answered in a way. He choose to remain in silence for now. Of course, he wanted to be impulsive more than anything, but he wasn't going too. He looked at his wrist and waited for his name to be called. He was too smart to snap like the others. It was to be an unstable mess. He however did check to see if his pills were still close to him.

@Minerva @Blacksmith @TheGreenerGrey @Crow @Emory @Everyone
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Asher would find his pills in his pocket next to his cellphone. It seemed that they didn't go through your pockets. However, he would find that at this moment, the phone had no signal.

Lady of the Lake said:
Chen Shu-ling



Shu-ling smiled a thanks as she turned back around. She listened to the chatter of the other students, but couldn't bring herself to say much of anything else. She had the theories, but she prayed that they were wrong.

She watched how the adults were conducting themselves, over-analyzing their every move, and then calming herself down, fiddled with her phone, just to over-analyze again... and so the cycle went. She was emotionally draining herself, she was on edge. She just tried to loose herself in the city as they drove deeper into the city. She enjoyed the city. Sometimes it was too much noise, and she preferred quite, but also the rush of the city was peaceful in its own way.

She caught glimpse of a man around the age of her father. For a moment, she thought it was him. But he would not be here in the city, he has his restaurant to run. It was not her father, but the sight of the man was enough to bring to surface great terror... She wishes, prays, she is wrong. She wants to see her family again. Silent, unnoticed tears run down her cheeks as she stares out the window. Her emotions were leading her to exhaustion.



Or at least she thought it was her emotions. Until some funny smell, almost a feeling, alerted her something was wrong, moments before a fellow passenger shouted that they were being gassed. She shot up, standing up in her seat, but the motion itself required a huge inhale of air, and she also fell into a coughing fit. As she sunk back down in her seat, she notices the masks that the soldiers were wearing. She felt little, but of what she did feel, it was loss of hope and faith in those that were suppose to protect her and complete, blinding fear. But the gas was more powerful.



Shu-ling was groggy from the gas and felt sick to her stomach. She tried everything that she could not to throw up. That would embarrassing. But she soon lost interest as her surroundings once again came into focus. She was in shock. So she froze, and fear, adrenaline, and all other crazy emotions that were rushing through her veins burned every moment into her memory. She had been scared before. But now she realized she could die. Very soon.

She glanced at her instructor, the one who had taught her and her class so much, and had to look away. but not before a few more tears silently rolled down her cheeks. She felt betrayed. She had trusted him.

She listened to the presentation, all of it feeling surreal and unnatural. Everything in her head was screaming that something was wrong. She sat frozen in her seat.



Her attention shifted to Jordan.

Are you trying to die?
It's people like you that make them think that they have to teach us a lesson through manslaughter.
You are adding to the chaos, the need for order.
You are only making this worse.
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But she remained silent. The lady didn't mention anything about killing, just winning. everyone knows what battle royale is, but perhaps they changed the rules. perhaps we only need to last a certain amount of days?

She felt a glimmer of hope. She listened to the questions of her other classmates and then asked weakly, shakily, almost inaudibly, "What do we have to do to win?" She hoped it wasn't the obvious answer. Her hands were shaking with fear.

She felt in her pocket for her small bible and phone, and glanced around for her backpack.
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Her backpack would be missing, however, she would find her phone and Bible on her. At the question, Instuctor Zheng would step back. He said one word. One simple word. "Survive." Another student would speak up, raise his hand.

"Excuse me, what does that mean?"

He nodded. "It means that you have to live. Whether you kill someone or not, you have to be Last Man Standing. In order to get there, you may kill, but others may off themselves via suicide, Dark Zones, and accidentally eating something poisonous." He said that last part with a strange tone in his voice.
 
Asher Falcon

He was thankful his pills were there and he took a deep breath, picking silence. He knew the second he spoke it would be whatever he believed to be true and that was a sign that things would go badly. He had to survive and sometimes that was knowing to shut up. He waited for his name to be called, uncertain of what was to come.

@Minerva @Emory @TheGreenerGrey @Crow @Lady of the Lake @Blacksmith
 
Well that’s bullshit. Everyone with half a brain cell could recognise that this murder game, where they killed children, was going to be a temporary measure at best. People just didn’t work the way the government seemed to think they do.

Jordan toyed with the thought of vocalising this, but with the looks the men with the guns were giving him... he decided to hold off. Crossing his arms, he snorts derisively and leans back.

“Let’s just get this over with.” Was all he had to say.
 
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The air in the room suddenly felt thin and Kaspar now struggled to inhale with his chest growing tighter and tighter by the second. First he thought it was gas again, but none of the other students showed signs of respiratory failure as he was feeling right about now which left one unfortunate alternative. He was having an asthma attack. Instinctively his hand fell to his pocket and clasped the small inhaler that he kept concealed yet he managed to stop himself before he could bring it into sight. He wasn’t showing signs yet, at least none that could be observed by the students, so there was no point in revealing this weakness to the students who would soon try be trying to kill him. Instead, he focused on his breathing and allowed his mind to fill with thoughts of inhaling and exhaling. Soon enough the air began to seep into his lungs and he nervously shifted his gaze from student to student, knowing very well that none would have noticed the incident yet feeling paranoid that all of them had in fact witnessed the attack.
 
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