abandoned warehouse

(Pls excuse my typos if any e.e damn this ed up phone ene)

@jimin With his old school bag still with him, he sort of felt a bit more comfortable with the atmosphere. He still had some books to read, acting as if it was a casual day. Although, he still had chills being reminded that they are in an island with government ships keeping an eye on them whenever there's someone by the edges. Like an hour ago, he witnessed the whole operation as he peeked at the survailance rooms down the hall of the old school building, and before that he saw their beloved teacher rott as presented by their old one. And after all of those, almost blinded by the light shone on him as he set foot on the edge of a cliff. He had some of his books scattered on the table as he reviewed the pages of one, looking for something useful in situations like this.

Fiction books? Never would he dare. He was more of a down-to-earth person, looking into very realistic and reliable sources. All of them were text books he'd buy from stores outside Shiroiwa and some were inherited from his uncle. All ov them had one thing in common, they were all about army equipments and strategies. He'd never get bored with these, and now isn't the time to slack off on reading them.

With Yoongi sent out to look for useful equipment, he was alone. The place was all his not until his friend would come and show up again with the materials he asked for whom he met up with earlier by the cliff while the other members of their group didn't come along.

His reading was disturbed by a loud bang with the industrial door sliding down. He almost dropped his book. He placed the book down with the other books he didn't get to read yet. Before he could stand up and maybe punch the intruder on the face a familliar voice yelled, introducing himself. "That dumbaas," he commented as his classmate went up the stairs.

"You still have the guts to up, huh," he made that as his greeting as he slowly faced him, only to see a big smile plastered on his face. "Smart mouth," he said as truce, with a smirk on his face. He didn't expect to see that idiot again after not appearing earlier by the cliff, thinking that the latter may see him as someone he really isn't. A traitor perhaps? Hopefully not. "How'd it go outside?" He asked for he didn't hear much gunshots are screama from that part of the island because it was too damn far from the school building they exited. And maybe they were too tired to continue farther.

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@namjoon An hour passed after the game began. The places surrounding the school zone was filled with screams and gunshots. The unknown assailant killed 2 girls and 3 boys. Whoa, Jimin couldn't believe it. So, there are guys willing to take part in this just to get out of here? If that's the case then, Jimin wouldn't mind joining in the fun as well.

He wants to get out of here too but the chances are so slim. It's like going through the hole of a needle. If killing is the only way then he'd do it. It's just that there's something holding him back to do it so. What is it? He couldn't figure it out.

With fast and long strides, Jimin escaped the chaotic zone. It almost hit him. The bullet that came from the gun of his classmate. If he wasn't quick enough to dodge to his side, the bullet might have pierced through chest and may be the cause of his death. His heart was racing. He didn't know what he done to his classmate. He just grab his pickaxe and charged at him, stabbing the poor suspect in the stomach. He's not bad. He only did that to save himself from getting killed.

After a long while, he spotted an abandoned warehouse. Well, it kind of looks creepy but this might be a good place to hide. Without any second thought, Jimin entered the warehouse, shutting ths door behind with a loud bang. Hell, he doesn't care if anyone nearby heard it. He's ready to kill his prey.

"Hey! Anyone in here?! It's me, Park Jimin!" He shouted then dropped the duffel bag on the cold cemented floor, dragging it along. He looked to his right and saw stairs up to the second floor. He quickly ran up and was met with a male, whose hair is silver. It took him a few seconds to familiarize the person, "Hey! Namjoon,my man!" Jimin called out with a big smile. Guess he found someone whom he could trust.

( you look so lonely o n o )

( for anyone who wishes to rp. i prefer winging this because this is battle royal BD )

His breathing getting faster, his heart pumping as if it were to explode, and his legs worn out after all the running. Namjoon has finally reached his destination. It's not that he wanted to be secluded from the outside world or anything, but he felt that there was a need to be in here. It was as if he was being called out to. No? Either way, he'd come here. The smell of burning rubber and rust had drawn him to this place. "Eeeeeek" It was such an unpleasing sound. He rolled up the industrial door to the warehouse.

Scraps of metal, moss, wood, rusted pipes, pieces cement that was either once part of the old warehouse or it was just left there after construction, graffiti, old wires sticking out of its post, and other pieces of junk were just lying around the old warehouse. It garnered his interest in this place even more, especially the wires that propped out. Technical guy? Sort of. Despite his excitement, the light brimming out of the small window disturbed him. He couldn't work in a place like this where the light's too bright as it bounced off the metal debris scattered on the floor. He ran towards the staircase, leading to a second floor where more piles. The roof is still intact, big windows for even lighting, and no hanging objects. Settling here? Perhaps. It was perfect for him, and the least he needed was a nutty classmate who got into this . He opened his pack, which he hadn't done after he gotten outside the building. It was pathetic to do so, although he saw a familiar face do it. Zipping through the bag provided by the sick government, an axe poked through, along with mashed potato packed in a tupperware, a small plastic bottle of water which may not even last within three days, and a map. Celebrate? No. It's as if his pack is better than the others, for all he knew some would have a machine gun with them. Anyhow, he wouldn't be wasting his time fighting with them, or would he. But for now his worries remain on escaping the island.

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