ROOM 103

ROLEPLAY MOVED.
http://www.roleplayrepublic.com/roleplay/view_desc/8973/b-a-t-t-l-e-r-o-y-a-l-e-reopened-032714-accepting-applications-reservations-needs-more-girls-calling-jin-jungkook-j-hope-and-v-to-complete-bts-thirdpov--3rdpov-highschool-bts

ROLEPLAY HAS BEEN MOVED!
http://www.roleplayrepublic.com/roleplay/view_desc/8973/b-a-t-t-l-e-r-o-y-a-l-e-reopened-032714-accepting-applications-reservations-thirdpov--3rdpov-highschool-bts

* rolls dice * gets a 2

* rolls dice * gets a 3

Bags were set on the table, each containing different packages. "Hmmm... A lot more organized than before. Well set, Game Master," she stated. The secretary searched for her name. KIM YUJIN: PACKAGE 4. "Oh there it is." She took the bag excitedly. *Oh it better not be the same old crap.* She thought hesitantly as she opened the package. An axe, mashed potato, a bottle of water, and a map were packed inside. It's a lot better package than the first one. She smirked as she stared at the axe. A feeling of content overwhelmed her. "Yujin, this may be your lucky day," she said to herself with her hands on her waist and her head up high. She was pretty confident with what she has now. But her set wasn't the greatest. Seeing some ammos on the floor, she's guessing someone got even luckier, but anyhow, guns won't be of much use without its ammos. "Who could have left these babies here?" She smirked in grief.

She reached out for her axe as she slid a finger through its edge. "You'll be for special purposes, dear," she spoke to the axe as if it could hear her. She placed all her things back in, but left the axe at reach for her. She ripped out her left sleeve to cover the axe's sharp edges and strapped it on her bag afterwards. Resourceful as she was, she didn't have much use of the things scattered in the room. She left the room as it is, messy and ragged.

[GUYS ATTENTION! PLEASE ROLL THE DICE AGAIN FOR A NEW SET (TO THOSE WHO EXISTED HERE WAY BEFORE THE FIRST REVAMP]

* rolls dice * gets a 4

@Lee Taemin [*was cozy and safe]

@Lee Taemin The boy carefully crouched down on the ground, wrapping his arms around his legs and burying his face into his knees. ‘It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s going to be alright, this is not happening, this is not happening, /this is not happening/, please, please, this isn’t happening,’ he chanted inwardly. He squeezed his knees tighter. ‘I want to go home,’ he thought as his breathing grew unsteady and ragged. His panicked breathing and wild heartbeat filled the room for the next ten minutes before Taemin finally raised his head again. His breathing had calmed, and though all he really wanted to do was break down and start blubbering, he had read enough survival novels to know that staying in one place wasn’t a good thing. Especially if he was unaware of his surroundings. So he pulled himself together and, after scrubbing at his eyes with the palms of his hands, reached for the bag again. Cursing his shaking hands-- how unbecoming of a self-proclaimed origami pro, huh?-- he opened the bag and fumbled around in it. He placed the items onto a nearby table. A folded paper map. Two water bottles. One foam bowl of instant ramyun. And-- Taemin was proud to say his hand trembled only slightly this time-- the revolver. He wasn’t sure how to operate it, but he knew enough to keep his finger away from the trigger and the gun barrel aimed away from him. He steeled his nerves and examined the gun.

The gun seemed to be plain stainless steel with a leather grip. There was a thin piece of metal that stuck out near the top of it, where the grip met the rest of the gun. Taemin thought it was called a “hammer” or something-- you had to pull it before pulling the trigger to fire. Or at least, that’s what the assassins in one of the movies his sisters had dragged him to did. A large cylinder bulged out of the middle of it, and there was a strange, small piece of metal on one side of the gun which Taemin hesitantly pushed it forward. It wouldn’t budge. He tried pulling it back instead. With a click, the cylinder moved slightly, and Taemin carefully probed the side of it with his free hand. It swung open, and Taemin had to hold in a yelp at the sudden movement. Now there was a gap in the gun where the cylinder used to be. There were 6 holes in the cylinder, five of which were filled with a cartridge. Taemin cautiously pushed the cylinder back into place. It clicked, and Taemin sighed. He stored everything back into the bag except the map, taking care to place the gun near the top. Hopefully, he would never have to use it. But better safe than sorry, right? He opened the map. It showed an island, with a large X where he was standing. Or at least, that’s what Taemin hoped the X meant-- he had no clue how to use a map to navigate.

‘Well, no use just standing around,’ he thought to himself. He sighed. He wasn’t sure where he was or what he was doing there, but he wouldn’t get any answers just standing around in an empty classroom. He would first try to find more food, water, and a safe shelter. And then, when he cozy and safe, he would sort out his priorities.

[OTL it censored Taemin's cursing. Ah well.]

@Lee Taemin Golden ribbons of light streamed in through the shattered window panes, wrapping around the derelict desks and bouncing playfully off the metal table legs so that fragments of light dappled the dark walls of the room. Near the back, where the students who slacked off in class would have sat, a slumbering teenager stirred at the cheerful chirp of a nearby bird. He was lying on his back, one arm draped over his stomach and the other stretched out above his head, palm facing up. The boy’s face was lax, but his eyelids twitched as he gained awareness. Another birdcall cut the lazy silence, and his eyebrows drew together in a discontent frown before he wriggled into a more comfortable position. It felt as though he was resting on some sort of lumpy pillow, so it was extraordinarily hard to find a position where something wasn’t jabbing uncomfortably into his spine. But he managed in the end. As he drifted off again, his face lolled to the right, straight into a patch of light. He lazily raised his free hand to block his poor eye from the unforgiving brightness, only to hiss in pain when his forearm banged against metal. ‘Wait a second.. metal?’ Taemin thought. The sleepy content that had fogged his mind before dispersed like mist did in the morning sun, and he abruptly sat up.

Or at least, he tried to. ‘___________________________________,’ he chanted in his mind as he rolled onto his side, curling up and clutching the front of his head. His face crumpled in agony, and Taemin could scarcely stand the pain that the slight movement of breathing caused his head. A few minutes later, the pain had abated enough for him to move, and he cracked open an eyelid. The underside of a sturdy wooden desk filled his vision. ‘No wonder it hurt so much,’ Taemin thought in realization. As the sharp pain in his head faded into a faint headache, Taemin regained his bearings. His torso was underneath a table while his legs were stretched out along the dusty linoleum floor, and his upper body rested on a strangely shaped lump. Judging from the position of the sun and the fading blue of the sky through the window, it was late afternoon. The brown-haired boy scooted out from underneath the stupidly hard desk and carefully examined the room. It looked like an abandoned classroom, with dilapidated tables and a vandalized blackboard. The walls and floor were plastered with paper whose words had melted and faded until they stained the paper a pulpy gray.

Taemin made a face of disgust as he realized he had slept on the repulsive floor. He checked over himself, running his hands through his hair and over his clothes. His hair was clean and his oversize dark brown hoody was fine-- most likely because he had been lying on the oddly shaped lump-- but the same couldn’t be said for his poor gray jeans. Brown dirt and gray paper clung to the back of his legs from just below his to the tips of his boots. When he ran his fingers across that portion, they came away smeared with a suspicious brown substance, and Taemin inwardly whimpered. How vile. At least his leather combat boots were okay; they were just dusty. Taemin loved high-quality boots, they stayed clean and were easy to wash if they ever got dirty.

After scraping his fingers against a nearby table leg (his middle finger was still a bit brown, but the others were relatively clean now) he looked back to where he had lain a few minute ago and realized that there was a dark gray backpack there. His glasses (used purely to enhance his “nerdy, quiet boy in the corner” look to prevent people from talking to him) were lying next to it. He picked them both up, placing the glasses in the pocket of his hoody. ‘I must have been laying on this,’ he mused as he turned the backpack in his hands. The material was cheap, but seemed relatively sturdy, and the backpack rattled as he picked it up. He ped it and looked in. A glint of metal caught his eye, and Taemin grabbed it out of curiosity. He pulled it out of the bag. His hand trembled as it grasped the cool metal. It was a gun. An actual gun. As in, people used this thing to shoot and kill and murder and--and. At that moment, all lingering traces of sleep-induced calm faded away. When he woke up, he had thought this was merely a dream. Or perhaps a prank by his mischievous sisters. Or maybe he had fallen asleep here by accident when he skipped class. But cold reality set in as Taemin examined the weapon. He was in a strange place. Someone had given him a backpack with an actually weapon in it. And the last thing Taemin could remember was walking to school in the morning. And after that? Nothing. Where did the lost time go? It was early morning then, and now it was evening. Taemin’s hand shook harder, and he dropped the weapon-- an actual freaking weapon!-- back into the bag, and dropped the bag. It connected with the floor with a muffled /thump!/ and Taemin stared down at it blankly.

* rolls dice * gets a 3

Sehun looked at his items. A ruler, two bottles of water, and a kettle. What was he gonna do with these items? Make hot water and measure how tall it was? He rolled his eyes and looked around the classroom. The room which has once been such a peaceful place with smiling students had now became the room who everyone hated the most. He shuddered at the thought of having to kill anyone or harm anyone for that matter. "This is just stupid." he muttered under his breath, putting the backpack over his shoulder. He ran out of the door and started running to actually, nowhere. He let fate decide his chances of living or facing death.

* rolls dice * gets a 6

Baekhyun stared at his items and scowled, "What the hell? I can't use any of these!" he grunted and zipped his bag up. The boy shivered at the creepy aura of the classroom and hurried to decide where to hide. Wondering whether to go to the lighthouse or forest, he didn't see the fallen chair in front of him and stumbled down, cursing when he met the floor. "_____! That hurt!" he whinced and glared at the chair. Grunting, Baekhyun stood and dusted his uniform and made a disgusted look as he noticed a red blood stain on his white blouse. "Kill me now," he rolled his eyes and ed his uniform shirt, revealing a black shirt before heading out to the forest.

* rolls dice * gets a 6

Longfei sighed. It was an abandoned old classroom. It surely did give him chills and being a scaredy cat he was, he clutched into his clothing. He was scared and he didn't knew what was in store for him, but surely, Longfei hoped it wasn't anything scary or dangerous. The room itself sent chills into his spine. Longfei wandered his eyes around the classroom before he found a backpack. Honestly, Longfei was scared. Very scared to even take the backpack but with a slight courage, Longfei took the backpack and he ped it quickly. The content, for him was slightly useless. A ruler? What could he even do with it? Spank some random person? Oh, please. Two bottles of water would be great though, and a kettle? What should he even do with it? Sighing, he quickly got out from the abandoned classroom and went out.

* rolls dice * gets a 6

* rolls dice * gets a 5

Seungyeon opened up her bag and as she pulled out the objects that she was given, she had confirmed she really had no chance to survive. She closed it and re-opened it in hopes that some magic would change the contents, in the end she zipped up the bag and left the room, with hopes that a kettle and ruler can somewhat be useful.

* rolls dice * gets a 6

Impatiently ping his bag, Yixing dug his hand deep inside. Given to him was a frying pan, a carrot, and a candle. He crinkled his nose before pulling out the piece of carrot from his bag. He wasn't sure exactly why he was given a carrot out if all things but he didn't complain. Instead he just et out a deep sigh and placed it back into his bag. The candle sure didn't seem like it would be much of use. All least it could've come with a box of matches or better yet a lighter. His favorite was the frying pan, an imagine popped into his head. He chuckled lightly at the thought of banging it on someone's head. After putting away his weapons, more like toys, he put on his bag and left the room.

* rolls dice * gets a 4

Catching the duffle bag with ease, Kris bent down right then and there to look at the contents. He had already seen what some of the others got. And it was nothing to be proud of. And Kris was truly hoping he wouldn't be the one to get a frying pan. He would have no idea of what to do with it. Giving a soft sigh, Kris ped his bag, crossing his fingers for a split second. "Please give me something useful." He muttered, and started to search through the bag. First, a paring knife. Fair enough, that would come in use when it came to use. Next, a flashlight, perfect since he was practically blind at night. And finally, orange juice, even better, something to quench his thirst. The male stood up fully, and zipped back up his bag before heading out.

* rolls dice * gets a 5

Nari opened up her bag and saw a paring knife, flashlight, and orange juice. She's slightly confused by the orange juice, but she could play with that knife and the flashlight is pretty useful too. She zipped the bag again and headed to a place where she could find a shelter for a while.

(still deciding c:)

* rolls dice * gets a 5

Taehyung knodded as he looked at the items he pulled out of his backpack. He shoved the water back into the bag, slid the gps in his back pocket, and held the butcher knife in his hand. He smirked as he planned out where he would go.

* rolls dice * gets a 1

Suzy looked at the items in her hands, mentally groaning at how useless most of them would be. The paring knife and flashlight were okay, but the orange juice? They didn't give the players much help here.

(deciding)

* rolls dice * gets a 5

Jaejoong grinned. "Carrot, pan and candle?" he smirked. "okay~ it's usefull from now on. He picked them up then put it into his bagpack. "So~ this time for the adventure" he nodded and stepped out from the classroom. he walked alone as he arrived at the cliff. "perfect!" he smirked. "i'll make it mine"