~Red in the Snow~ (Literate RP)

syndrome • 2 February 2014 at 6:12 PM

@lolpeaceoutlol

Accepted

@jupiter_hollow

I'm about to make an important announcement on the discussion board o.o

jupiter_hollow • 2 February 2014 at 6:14 PM

@plague
This better be good... 8I

lolpeaceoutlol • 2 February 2014 at 6:18 PM

Emily sat crouched in her rather cramped cage. She looked around, she had been blacked out for a while now and looked up. She was hit by a blinding amount of light and covered her eyes with her right arm. She looked down at herself, she was completely naked. Emily rubbed her head as it stung in pain. What had happened? Why couldn't she remember anything?
Emily looked up as clothes were thrown into her cage. She blinked, shutting her eyes hard still trying to get use to the blinding light. Emily pinked up the clothes, she quickly put her bra and underwear on, slightly embarrassed now realizing that everyone was also naked or at least close to it. Emily figured that there was no way she was getting her pants and shirt on, in the crate. She stepped out instantly realizing how cold it was. The cold nipped at her and she shivered. Maybe it was because she wasn't fully clothed? Emily looked at the clothes in her hands. She got on the pants with little effort. She actually liked the pants, they were dark jeans that clung to her legs. They fit her near perfectly, although they were a little short. Emily then threw her shirt over her head and on herself.
Emily looked up surveying the area. It seemed as if they were in an arena? Emily glanced over the weapons surveying each one. Emily's eyes seemed to be glued to a katana. It seemed like it would be a better idea to have a weapon on hand so she dashed over and grabbed the katana. Now what else should she grab? Emily tightened her grip on the katana in case anyone came up to her. No.. wait? What was she thinking? She wasn't going to have to kill anyone. Was she?

xoxo5959 • 2 February 2014 at 6:45 PM

@plague I feel I need to edit something....

Name: Eloise Winters
Age: 16
Appearance:

https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTyczCsesa6rME6q4MGd-dAXhCckAmofFMqrsrpA0eMSr6aEsif

Weapon of Choice: Ice sword + Gun (seen in appearance)
Gender: Female
Personality: Is very independent and lacks in trusting people. Making friends and admitting isn't her thing but Eloise will if she has to.

{Do we add the power?}

epicthings451 • 2 February 2014 at 7:05 PM

Name: Jackie Prescott
Age: 14
Appearance:

http://www.spwallpapers.com/var/albums/480x640/Pretty anime girls in uniform wallpapers 480x640/Pretty anime girls in uniform wallpapers 480x640 (43).jpg?m=1345089930

Weapon of Choice: Small Knives for throwing + Bow and Arrow
Gender: Female
Personality: She's quite innocent and not really the killing type, but she will if she has to. She also isn't really trust worthy and can sometimes be a "back-stabber".

@plague may I join? ^-^

syndrome • 2 February 2014 at 7:08 PM

@epicthings451

You may indeed. Pleas read the 6th post on page 2 of the Discussion Board, then read the 3rd post on page 1 of the Discussion Board.

epicthings451 • 2 February 2014 at 7:17 PM

@plague oki!!!!! ^-^

lolpeaceoutlol • 4 February 2014 at 6:46 PM

(bump?)

jupiter_hollow • 9 February 2014 at 3:54 PM

@lolpeaceoutlol @epicthings451 @xoxo5959 @spiritkoi @cougar
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Keira had remotely distanced herself from the wall of weapons, seeing as the downpour of slapdash teens was already raiding it actively. With the rifle strapped to her back and the dagger under her belt, she felt relatively safer, but not entirely confident she was out of harm's way now that the rest of the long-range weapons had found themselves an owner. And, truly, the possibility of having to face her armed opponents (presumably such) was increasing by the second.
Surely not many people considered putting some honest to god /kids/ (crap, half of them were her age... the rest were younger) in an arena and sicking them against each other a form of entertainment -- she hoped this wasn't a set show, or something as brutal as that, seeing as her intolerance of blood would be a problem were she faced with killing someone. They were not gladiators or the wise -- not strong as such and certainly not built to survive being dragged into an arena and forced into a bloodbath.
She liked coming to conclusions after a while of thinking, but as of now, she couldn't figure out anything. There was nothing certain. Nothing that she could deduce out of the situation and that, more than anything, scared her to death.

It did the same to Catalin too.

The boy was recoiled to the side, poised to attack whoever dared come closer. Unlike the uncertain girl, he'd accepted fully the probability that he would have to fight his own kin and was currently inspecting his presumed opponents carefully, noting the strange boy to girl ratio.
He didn't question the reason of his choosing -- the upper body strength he possessed was a winning advantage and surely his fast reflexes had to count for something now.
He was strong, perhaps one of the strongest, and in a confrontation against the rest, he would undoubtedly turn out the winner. Yet, he couldn't figure out why he was here when the outcome of the battle was so blatantly obvious.

Why not give him the winning spot right away?

He tilted his head to the side, frowning at the teens.

syndrome • 11 February 2014 at 4:41 PM

@jupiter_hollow @epicthings451 @lolpeaceoutlol @xoxo5959 @cougar

Amdis shivered despite the large parka adorning his torso, his breath seemed to freeze in the air. Years of sitting inside all day in a warm climate, running his heater constantly, and being all around warm blooded was taking its toll on him. His pale face contrasted vastly with the his pitch black hair and parka, his blue eyes piercing the surrounding area.
He watched the wall of weapons as it became more and more barren, several random people of a vast assortment of ages and nationalities were squirreling them like crazy. Fights had already broken out between people who didn't understand each other and blamed each other for their current predicament.
He slipped one of his magnums out of its holster and fingered the cold steel. He was getting hungry and there didn't seems to be an abundance of food lying around. He noticed a small boy unwrapping a sandwich that he produced from a lunchbox, was he kidnapped from a school. He was wearing a neat little uniform and Amdis could see a backpack in his crate. He strode to the boy and pushed the pistol's cold, merciless barrel to his chest. Without saying a word, he snatched up the sandwich and scarfed it down in a few bites.
Bitter regret struck him as he heard the boy's stomach rumble, and watched the warm tears freeze on his face.

Status of xXTHE HOUNDSXx

Tsukai pressed a pair of standard issue military binoculars to his eyes and gazed out at all the people scurrying around and grabbing weapons, paying attention in particular to the freshly opened crates of exposed females. "Get a load of that one, Hawk," he called over to one of him comrades who was staring in the same direction, but strangely without any binoculars.
"Don't be inappropriate, Invincible, you'll probably have to kill her at some point anyways," Hawk calmly responded, invoking Tsukai's anger. Xavier was used to getting Tsukai angry though, and it didn't bother him. What was bothering him was the icy cold glare he was receiving from Sammael. "Cut the tough guy glare, Blade. This isn't any of your business.
"Would you like me to make it my business? I'm not going to sit here and let you two have a joyful conversation when there's work to be done."
Calvarium wiggled his fingers and soon Tsukai's binoculars had jumped down and started dancing, much to the dismay of Sammael. "You'd better cut the crap too, Puppeteer," Sammael barked.
John sat silently and licked his kunais, placing each one back in one of the fifty spots that laced the sash he wore around his torso. "You guys should be more like Serpent," Sammael said.

spiritkoi • 11 February 2014 at 6:28 PM

The bright white light blinded her eyes. The wind licked and stung her face. It took Pam a second to realize where she was. Before she could register exactly what was happening someone threw some bundle of clothes into her arms. Quickly, Pam put them on as she observed everyone else. It seemed many people other then her were here and a few had already gotten dressed. They were getting weapons at a gray wall which stood out against the white landscape. Pam ran towards the wall with ease on the icy ground. Better to get there when there are still some good things there, she thought.

When Pam reached the wall she quickly scanned it a shoved her hands at the machete and black pouch. Looking around she saw more people coming and fights, the sounds of shots deafening. Shifting her gaze she saw a guy snatch a sandwich from a little boy. Why would there be a little boy here? Why would there be kids here? Back at the wall, all the firearm had been taken. Uggh, I should have taken one. Pam internally slapped herself. After her fiery scolding from herself, Pam began to move away from the wall.

Finally away, she opened the pouch. Knives? "Curses." At least she was away from the rest. At least she was with snow and ice. She scooped a bit of snow and blew on it, sending all the particles floating in the wind. Now I have time to think. Scrunching her forehead, Pam tried to think of why and what she was here for. Blank. She tried think how she got here. Blank. She couldn't even remember what happened before the crate was opened. "At least the cold doesn't bother me."

@jupiter_hollow @epicthings451 @lolpeaceoutlol @xoxo5959 @cougar

epicthings451 • 13 February 2014 at 7:14 PM

Someone roughly threw a couple of clothes at Jackie as her crate was opened. She put on the clothes as quickly as she could and then scrambled out of her wooden crate. Instead of normally and calmly walking out of the crate, Jackie fell face first into the cold snow. Against the frigid snow, Jackie looked too "fragile". As she stood up and brushed off the snow that clung to her clothes, she looked around at her surroundings. She watched as other people were walking to a grey wall and grabbing weapons off the wall.

Jackie followed the others' lead and also walked over to the wall. Looking at the selection of weapons, Jackie slightly winced at the sight of guns. With a shaky hand, Jackie took a bow off the wall and slung the quiver of arrows over her shoulder. She looked at the variety of weapons once more and finally took a pouch of knives off the wall.

Walking away from the wall, Jackie looked around and compared her weapons to other peoples' weapons. Most of them had guns and weapons more advanced than a bow and arrow(s) and knives.

@spiritkoi
@plague
@jupiter_hollow
@lolpeaceoutlol
@xoxo5959

kurochi-akuma • 23 June 2014 at 10:36 PM

Is this still going on? o:

@plague