room 103

 

room 103;
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                                   where it all began.

LISTEN VERY WELL.

oh look. we have a message from ms. instructor:

"you wanna fight right and with gusto. all of you are in a deserted island right now. it is competely evacuated so, only you guys are here. we divided the island into lots of zones. with this, we will be announcing forbidden zones. when you're in a forbidden zone, you must leave quickly. that zone must be completely void for 24 hours. these necklaces you are wearing are 100% shockproof and waterproof. through this, we can know where you are! so, if you are caught in a forbidden zone, an alarm goes off and BOOM! ... it explodes and you die!"

understood what ms. instructor said? good. head out!

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(extranotes).

about the necklaces, it is worn by your character. when your character gets caught up in a forbidden zone, your character will be unable to post in rooms and such. your points will decrease by 5 points.
 

( h a r l e q u i n. )

suji 10 years ago
"You got a..?"

"5."

The guard hands her a pink pack then leaves immediately. Suzy looks as confused as ever as she takes the pink-coloured pack and tears it open. To her surprise, she found there was a razor blade, a GPS, a box of cookies and two water bottles. As she was checking the things, the guard came back to give her a small brown backpack and leaves again.

"what the hell..?"

She takes the bag and shoves all the items she received inside it and zipped it. Suzy stared into space, wondering how the hell did she ever end up in this kind of situation. All she could do was sigh as she waited for what's to come next.
suji 10 years ago
* rolls dice * gets a 5
suji 10 years ago
Suzy slowly opens her eyes as she wakes up from a deep slumber to find herself in a small room, alone. She sat up and looked around to find nothing at all in the room. Something cold was felt on her neck so she touched it and found a metal necklace around it.

" I don't remember having this.."

She mumbles to herself but soon shrugs the fact off. Suzy stands and walks around when suddenly a sudden voice from a small speaker on the ceiling talks that startle her. She listens to every word the woman says with her annoying high-pitched voice until the end.

"wh-what..? I don't understand? What is this!"

Footsteps could be heard nearing her small room. Her door burst open and a guy, probably the guard came in with a big bag. She tried to peek what was inside the bag but failed as the guard hid it behind his back. But lucky for her she got a quick glance. She remembered there were around six packs inside that bag. The guard hands her a dice.

" Roll." he instructed.
sehun 10 years ago
Saying Oh Sehun wasn't at least a little frightened by the situation was even to saying he didn't dyed his hair every few week, obvious lie. That's not often that'd wake up having no clue where you are with collar hanging tightly around your neck, as if you are some kind of a dog. And maybe it isn't very far from reality.

He had probably sat there for longer than half an hour, letting the dim light in the room show his feet only as he curled himself into a ball in some dark corner of the room. But at least he's not alone there, that fact somehow calming yet terrifying at once.

it's only moment later when the room's door is suddenly opened and a few people came in, carrying with them what appeared to be a big amount of bags, all looking the same. They started talking soon after, explaining something, but Sehun isn't really listening anymore, just letting the words get in from one ear and to leave from the other. A dream? Could it be that? Because he felt so alive, so there, it's too realistic to be just a dream and yet he can't find any other explanation of what is exactly happing right now.

"Oh Sehun!"

He's snapped back into sour reality, as it seemed, some male reading out his name from a small board as the other's search around and fished him a bag from the many that's are still left. At that he raised a brow in curiosity, gaining a little confident from nowhere as he silently set up from his place and to walk towards the man that'd call his name. He's fully aware to everything around him, his finger's tips shaking slightly as he looked from right to left in hope to find some unanswered questions. He found none. The other stuff in the room carelessly handed him the black bag and Sehun can't do much but to accept it and let himself be dragged out of the room.

There are many question lingering in his mind, mixed with uneasy feeling in his stomach and maybe a slight paranoia. He opened the bag bitterly, having found an empty spot among the dark halls, he could easily spot there some a bottle of water, a vest, apparently bulletproof, what seemed to be a map… and is that a pickaxe? Whatever sick game they were going to play Sehun knew he really wasn't looking forward to play.
jinah 10 years ago
Jinah closes her eyes and tries to think, her head throbbing at the new situation she was faced with. This honestly didn't make sense. One minute, she was laughing with her friends over some joke one of the guys made, and the next, she was here at some creepy room with all her classmates, the tension thick in the air. It didn't help that they all had metal rings around their necks, heavy and a little suffocating; it felt as if they were about to be electrocuted at any moment. Like they were meat ready for butchering - as if they were being prepared to die.

She decides to stay quiet. She didn't want to add to the panic that seized her class. It was best to stay calm and to think rationally. At this point, Jinah puts her defenses up, dwelling on her years of learning self-defense. Better safe than sorry.

Someone was calling out names and handing out packs. From what Jinah could see, not all the packs contained the same things. Finally, her name is called, and she approaches the person handing her a small backpack. With a stoic expression, she receives the pack before retreating to her place and sitting down once more.

She peeks inside to discover a kitchen knife, bread, a bottle of water, and a map. "Didn't realize I was going to have a lovely picnic here," Jinah mutters to herself, scowling at how basic her materials were. No matter. She'll have to make do. She closes her pack and secures the straps on her shoulders before closing her eyes. She waits for further instructions. In the meantime, she'll have to think this through, as well as get used to the annoying collar on her neck.
jinah 10 years ago
* rolls dice * gets a 1
soojung 10 years ago
'What's going on?' thought.

Soojung eyes flickered open, adjusting to the dim light from the light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Her senses awoke, and she became aware of the smell, the atmosphere, and the room. It smelled like rotten mold mixed with something... dead. The whole room had the whole 'dead' smell to it, and she had to cover her nose with her sleeve, to try to block the smell away, but it was pointless.

The smell was stronger than her parfum, and it cut right through it and into her nostrils.
She sat up straight, putting her right hand on the desk. This was certainly not her seat, and definitely not her room, or is it? Also her clothes... they were changed, but how? Who changed her clothes?

Last thing she wore was blue knee-length dress with short puffy sleeves, worn with a white pinafore over the top. There were fake blood stains on the pinafore. Given knee-high black boots, and a new pair of black and white striped stockings. She wore an Omega pendant on a silver chain around her neck, and the pockets of the apron had the astronomical signs of Eris and Jupiter sewn on them, and now she is wearing a khaki GAP jacket, definitely a suit material, a skirt and a metal collar around her neck, she furrowed her brow.

This room was cramped, yet a lot of things had been placed inside it.

Forty-two seats, twenty-one on each side, and she was in one of them. The other seats were also occupied by strangers, but the seat closest to the wall on her side was empty. What was bothering Soojung is the girl right beside her, brunette, curly wavy hair, wearing the same thing as her, pointing to the floor, screaming and crying, pulling her hair frantically.

On the floor, already starting to rotting away in the pool of blood, was a guy. A dead guy, to be more specific. Oddly, she remained calm and assertive in the face of people. "Jung Soojung."

She was able to maintain her composure, face was emotionless. Thinking of several things while talking to the man and analyzing what he is saying, possibly referencing it against things he have said before or thinking about things he can do. Soojung smiled thinly in conversation but generally not because she want to smile. But because she have learned its a very good way to communicate and get through to people that are very different in personality to her. This must be the starting point, she grabbed the gym bag and checked it, first thing she noticed is a deagle pistol, "Cool" reloading the gun. Let the games begin.
yoongi 10 years ago
Sour. That's all Yoongi felt right now. He remained in his seat, arms crossed with a laid back position while student after student when to get their... What were those? Survival packs? All Yoongi needed were his fists. Oh, the thoughts of a cocky little . He mused to himself a few seconds afterwards. This was like a horror movie gone wrong. In fact, he thought he'd even read a manga just like this sometime ago. "Min Yoongi." The young man was already standing by the end of his last name, heading to the front with his hands buried in his pockets. Why be nervous when this would be so easy?

Now that everyone was set, kids squealed annoyingly from the things they got. "Oh my, a knife!" What the hell were these people... Don't they know how to use simple weapons? Or at least cook?! Ah, maybe Yoongi was a bit better in the first area since he dealt a lot worse than a few bruises back in high school. His mind wandered for a second before he opened up his pack next. "Oh!" He stood up immediately with excitement radiating as he pulled out a bat, holding the end and letting the upper half fall onto his shoulder. Wow, how perfect. This would be a piece of cake. Of course, that wasn't the case, especially if someone weilded anything sharp against him. Oh wait, there was more. Yoongi shuffled through the bag, cocking a brow at that carrot and bottled water. Carrots weren't too bad... He'd savor it for a while. And even a map? He slung the bag onto one shoulder, the bat on his other while he held the map, skimming over the darn thing. Hmmm, okay. He was set.
yoongi 10 years ago
* rolls dice * gets a 2
namjoon [A] 10 years ago
@sehun (Please post a para after getting your pack)
sooyeon 10 years ago
( *It still felt the same not nothing felt the same otl im so sleepy sorry > < )
sooyeon 10 years ago
Sooyeon sits in a far corner of the room,having woken up from sleep not too long ago. She sighed softly as she ran a finger on the collar that was on ,closing her eyes as she leaned her head against the wall. She didn't mind to be honest. Nothing felt the same-she always felt like something was choking her.

A few students whispered amongst each other as they watch Sooyeon,who was quiet and seemingly calm. Didn't she know where she was?

To answer that question,of course Sooyeon knew. She had heard about it from somebody a long time ago,when she was sneaking around the library,trying to find a good place to sleep. She had been sitting behind the bookshelf they were standing by,immersed in a hushed conversation.

Sooyeon hums herself a small tune,effectively creeping out a guy cloe by. It was a lullaby to be precise,it was the same one her grandmother always used to put her to sleep as a child,during those nights where she'd jolt out of bed because of a nightmare of that day where she lost-

"Jung Sooyeon!"

Sooyeon flutters her eyes open as she pushes herself off the ground,walking over to the front where she got her pack. She turns around and walks to a desk where she carelessly throws it onto the table and stares at it,her hands on her sides.

"You know you can o-"

"I know." She states coldly,darting her eyes at the boy who instantly cowers under her stare. Looking back,Sooyeon s the bag and sees a bat,a raw carrot,a bottle of water and a map. She rolls her eyes and closes it hastily in annoyance before turning around and leaning against the desk,crossing her arms as she watched the others either panic,look around confusedly or stare at the ground.

Sighing in annoyance,she closes her eyes and starts humming that tune that reminds her of what little she has left.
sehun 10 years ago
* rolls dice * gets a 6
jongin 10 years ago
Jongin mustered enough energy to rouse himself awake from his slumber. One eye opened lazily as he heard his teacher, Kitano, speak in his abnormally calm voice- was he in a dream? It seemed like one. With every passing second, a small sense of dread lingered in the pit of his stomach, especially as he sat up, reaching to scratch his neck only to find a sleek, black collar wrapped snugly around his jugular. The boy feebly attempted to tug the metal contraption loose before realizing that the act was hopeless.

"Kim Jongin."

His voice was called.

Numbly, the boy stood up, earning a few awestruck looks from his classmates- and he knew why. His poker face was showing, the face that he had to exert himself to pull most of the time. Jongin made sure he radiated confidence as he stood to grab his survival pack- a simple, dark-colored backpack that was lighter than he assumed it would be. That left Jongin feeling another lingering sense of dread- was he afraid?

A small shuddering breath left his lips as he his heel and walked back to his desk. To his right he saw a boy open his and find a pickaxe. A pickaxe! What a joke. Stupid kids and their stupid ways, he thought to himself. Scared idiots opening their packs left and right, some glancing around, others pulling out what they had and placing it on their desks.

Carefully, calmly, Jongin opened the backpack and peered in as if the bag contained a caged, dangerous animal. A knife, a small loaf of bread, some water and a map. What good would that do him? Zipping up the large compartment, the boy let his poker face slip for a half-second and groaned, leaning back in his chair hopelessly.
jongin 10 years ago
* rolls dice * gets a 1
namjoon [A] 10 years ago
(seriously. it occurred to me that i always get a 4 @_@ even in the past battle royal rp)

The dark room was filled with moans of shallow slumber which was then disturbed by the lights striking out through the window pane draped with blue thin curtains. It seemed quite alarming. The light brimming caused a sensation of panic as each student stared at each other, catching sight of the unusual looking collar on their necks. They were in complete chaos. It was indeed suffocating. Not even the slimmest among them can't get the metal collar loose. Not even the toughest among them couldn't stay calm and say, "This is a waste. It's for babies." Words weren't clear to be heard for the sounds outside seemed to get louder. And for some, atmosphere wasn't what they got used to. The happy little place they called Shiroiwa? It's far away from here. The messed up classroom that's always filled with giggles? This isn't it. The noisiest class, Class 3-B? It's still the noisiest, but they aren't noisy in the usual cheerful way.

Waking up, sitting upright, Namjoon was still in his drowsy state and the cold metal table leg he was leaning on made it worse. With his hair slicked back and some support he got from the table leg and the wall, he got up. It was one of the worst views he had seen waking up other than waking up to his parents constant arguments as a child. The wide-spaced room was in complete havoc. With his hair slicked back, he approached some of his classmates, but none of them would answer him directly, instead, sob in front of him. He was clueless. As he began rubbing on his jawline to keep him calm (it has been a mannerism to him), his hands ran down to his neck, feeling the cold metal collar. It finally broke his spirit. It was better if he were clueless of the event, but now, everything's broken down. "We're in Battle Royal," he uttered in shock. He's aware of this program, with his uncle working as a soldier way back then. He's in the "Program." He went to school, they had a field trip, everyone was all smiles. And now, it's almost twelve midnight, just a few hours from the time they were still having fun in the bus. A few hours, and the mood has been changed. Terror.

"It's your own damned fault. You guys mock grown-ups. Go ahead and mock us but don't you forget...Life is a game. So fight for survival and find out if you're worth it" Those words. It wasn't all inspiring and what disgusts him the most is the fact it was the answer to his question. HIS question. He always disliked him, and now he disliked his first year teacher even more. As his name was called he approached with ease, passing by the old hag; a lame excuse for a teacher, Kitano, stepping on his foot before grabbing his survival pack. He wasn't at all happy. Even if the pack had a deadly weapon in it, he wouldn't be proud of it. He was all the same, the calm Namjoon. He left the room, standing upright, like all the soldiers did, although way back then he always had a good posture. And with that he exited the room without a word.

(Will be checking my things somewhere, but ain't doin' it here. k. bye.)
jimin [H] [A] 10 years ago
Jimin stared at the instruction video for a minute before placing his gaze onto something else. Feeling something around his neck, he reached for it and tugged the cold metal collar. *What are we?! Dogs?!* He thought in rage. He looked up to the video, paying attention to what the instructor is saying, "You'll be leaving one by one, so when I call your name, I want to hear you say "Present!" Okay?" Jimin cringed at her voice. *We're not kindergartners here* He answered mentally as he waited for his turn.

"Park Jimin!" hearing his name being called, he quickly stood up. He calmly made his way in front with a light smirk on his face. A duffel bag was given to him. It looked big. Maybe Jimin got lucky and got a machine gun. Looking back at the whole class, he bid them goodbye and exited the room. He stopped in the hallway and checked his items. He got a pick axe, a bulletproof vest, a bottle of water and a map. Not really what he had expected. "Damn. Tough luck bro," He said to himself and finally exited the building.
jimin [H] [A] 10 years ago
* rolls dice * gets a 6
namjoon [A] 10 years ago
(shall be posting here later orz.)
sooyeon 10 years ago
* rolls dice * gets a 2
namjoon [A] 10 years ago
* rolls dice * gets a 4

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hibird [A] 9 years ago
NEW THREAD: http://www.roleplayrepublic.com/roleplay/view_desc/13392
4everprocrastinating 10 years ago
I had a lot of fun here, but Yoongi's heading out. Thank you for having me :]
fe388470c999355df86c 10 years ago
I'm trying to think of a female idol..
marijeonna 10 years ago
Can you add miss a Suzy for me please?
hajima- 10 years ago
please reserve Nana for me! ^^
4everprocrastinating 10 years ago
Had such a hard time deciding between V, J-Hope, and Suga, but please add Taehyung from BTS ^^
direwolf-- 10 years ago
Reserve Kris for me please.
cuddle 10 years ago
May I reserve oh sehun please?
ahnsoojung 10 years ago
add and reserve soojung jung for me pls? thanks
affinity 10 years ago
applied as sooyeon jung o/
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