Name: Clarence "CJ" Johnson
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Married: No
Kids: No
Sexual orientation (lolwut?): Hetero
Writing hand: Ambi-dextrous
Occupation: Warehouse worker
Edumacation: College sopohmore
Fears: very small spaces, guns
Strengths: Capoeria, swimming, computers
Weaknesses: Stubborn, too smart for his own good
Bio: When CJ was in middle school, he was an extremely unpopular boy. Because of his small stature, CJ was consistently teased. One day some bullies kidnapped him on his way home and locked him in an old refridgerator. The bullies left CJ in their while he screamed out in terror. It wasnt until later that day that someone finally heard him and let him free. Then when he was a sophomore in high school, there was a shooting in his school. The shooter was about to make CJ another one of his victims until a police officer arrived at the last minute and saved him. Ever since, CJ had been afraid of small spaces and death itself. He avoids walking into closets and has promised to never use guns as long as he lived which in turn led him to learn capoeira. He was attending a small 4-year college when he was abducted.
Appearance: CJ is 6'2" with a muscular build. He is usually seen wearing a black and blue hoodie with loose black jeans and a Everlast tee. He has medium brown skin with jet black hair that he keeps at a fade cut.
Other Notes: CJ usual;y has a happy demanor but occasionally laspes into panic attacks.
---CJ---
M turns around at you.
"CJ? Strange name. And you're clausterphobic? That could be fun" He laughs a little before turning around to you and shrugging.
"No matter." He says before leaving the room. You hear a hiss and start to feel faint. Two guards walk in front of you with gas masks, and you pass out
---Fred---
The first guard laughed his booming laugh before turning to you.
"We can't tell you that. But soon, you'll know. And it'll be fun. Don't worry" The first guard and second guard laugh in unison before slipping a bag over your head.
"G'night" The second guard said as you passed out.
----Everyone---
As your car pulls up the headquarters you are woken up by the man with the booming laugh.
"Wake up. We're here" He says seriously before putting a potatoe bag on your head so you couldn't see. You feel yourself pushed outside of the car and see that you arn't wearing any shoes. There is hot sand underneath you and it feels nice. You try to look around but are unable. The second guard takes off your handcuffs and pushes you forward. You feel a small, cold cylindar on the back of your neck and time seems to stop.
"Move." the second guard says before you hear the cocking of a gun. You start to move forward and feel concrete. You are moved for about 15 minutes before stopped. You hear bustling to your sides and notice that there are mumblings, as if there are others nearby. Your bag is taken off and the light blinds you for only a second. You see that there are indeed others beside you, and three identical men standing in front of you. He middle one takes a step forward.
"As you may know, I am M. And this-" M spreads his arms wide as if expecting hug, "is my headquarters. I have ensured that you don't know where you are, and no guards will give you that information. If you try to escape, you will be shot. If you break the rules, you will be shot. Any questions?" M smiles and cracks his knuckles before asking for questions.
Ask any questions if you have any-I will give maybe an hour before posting again-I will also answer the questions
M had waited for two questions before smiling and answering.
"Well, CJ, that information is classified. If you survive, I might tell you. And for you Mikael, well, until one or none are left." M said stil smiling. You notice that no matter what he is saying, he is happy.
---Everyone---
M looks at you and the rest of the group.
"No more questions?" He asks, still smiling, "Good. I hate questions"
You notice the two men on his sides advance towards CJ and Mikael.
"Questions are not permitted." They say before hitting both Cj and Mikael in the stomach simoultanisouly. M claps and smiles wider.
"Now, for the rules. Rule 1. No questions. Rule 2. No trespassing. Rule 3. No talking to the guards unless the talk to you. Rule 4. Have fun" M smiles at his joke and turns around.
"You have 4 hours to socialise with the rest of the group. If you talk of where you are, where you've been. Who your family is, your last name or anything else-we will kill you and the person you've told. We have cameras. They have sound." He said this and walked to the car, sitting in the passengers door before it turned around and left.
You notice the others moving anxiously. An individual guard comes up to each of you and you notice that they all are wearing the same outfit. You are brought to your room with the bag on your head.
Your room is a normal sized room with only a bed and a hole in the door. There is another door to a bathroom, but the bathroom is very small and cramped. You can barely move around in it
Your room is a normal sized room with only a cot in the corner. The cot is suspended above a large hole filled with water. You are unable to tell how deep it is. The rest of your room is concrete.
Your room is a small room with no windows or lights. The door has no holes except for the peephole which seems to have a snall light in it. There is no bed either.
Your room is a normal room. It has a bed, a dresser, a fridge, a bathroom(complete with a flushing toilet) and a small lampshade beside your bed(which is a queen sized bed) with a stack of books near it.
Before the guard left you, they threw clothes at everyone but Icarn and they all told you to socialize once you got aquainted with your room.
Icarn looked approvingly around at his accomodations. "I scored high on someones test," he said while raising an eyebrow. He opened the fridge and loaded his pockets with all the food and drink he could. He opened the dresser and quickly pulled on a clean change of clothes (OOC:What kinds of clothes were there?). Feeling rested from being out for so long (a holdover from drug use) He walked out of his room in search of the others.
I forgot to mention that you HAVE to change in standard prison-looking jumpsuits. Imagine Vault outfits(from Fallout) but with green instead. There is numbers on your back as well.
M looked down from his computer at everyone. And so it begins...
CJ looked around his bleak room.
"Hey uh can I get into another room or something this bathroom is too small? I dont even have enough room to deuce properly." He said outloud.
CJ put on a green jumper with the number 56 on the back. My lucky number. He then proceeded to leave the room in hopes to find some answers from the others.
As Icarn sauntered down the hall, he pondered the number 434 painted across his back. Eh nothing special, but soon enough it I geuss meaning will be... Damn I could use some weed. Icarn bumbed into a tall man witha smile stretched across his face. "Hey big guy, hows it goin? I'm Icarn, best of the best." Icarn moved closer and whispered in his ear, "Hey man you got anything good? Ya know, weed, booze, crack maybe? I could use a hit of anything." Stepping back away Icarn raised his voice, "So whats your name?"
Mikael scanned his room, his eyes fixed on the dark pool of water under his bed, his blood froze. He etched over to it and peered down, he couldn't see the bottom. He walked over to a set of drawers and opened it, inside were a few jumpsuits with the number 25 on them, he pulled one on.
M watched through the cameras. No blindspots. Good.
"Voice recognition on Icarn number 434" M said as he zoomed in on them. Soon he could hear their voice and heard Icarn ask for dope. Good. The addictions will settle in
M looked at his watch and saw that it was 2 hours to the first game.
---Thomas Crabbe---
M laughed as you went through his questions.
"A patriotic old man who seems insignificant to the rest of the world? Wonderful." M smiled before walking up to you and kneeling down so you could stare into his eyes.
"We're going to take you somewhere where no one will care what you've done. Are you okay with that?" M asked before striking you across the head and quickly pulling a bag over your head. You struggle to breath but finally pass out.
-------later-----
"Wake up you old man" a guard yells to the left of you, slapping you across the face. You wake up and are pushed out of the car. You are led to the headquarters with a bag over your head. You notice that you only have underwear on. Finally the bag over your head is taken off and you see M standing there.
"Thomas, you will be escorted to your room. The others will tell you the rules. I don't like to repeat myself." M said before you see him getting into the car.
Your room is a small concrete-floored room with concrete walls. There is no bed, and the only openeing is a hole in the door large enough for food. There is a green jumpsuit on the ground.
Before the guard pushes you into the room and leaves he tells you that you have an hour left to socialize before the fun starts.
"This room sure as hell bets the streets outta Glasgow, that's fer damn sure..." Thomas mumbles as he inspects his drab cell. "Kinda wish I was back in prison though...those rooms were feckin' lush, and I dinnae mind sayin' it either!"
He picks up the jumpsuit and simply stares at it. "...the feck is this...?" he mutters. Shrugging his shoulders against the light draft in the room, he dons the jumpsuit.
"Just gotta wait. Always a feckin' waitin' game fer me...waitin' fer the world to shite on me head for the final feckin' time..." As the angry mumbling continues, Thomas begins to pace the room.
===Richard===
M stared at you and just left. You tried to watch him leave and though what you might have said to make him just walk out. Around 20 minutes later your legs start to cramp and your stomach doubles over. You feel sick and vomit across your lap. At that point you notice a smell coming from the hallway. You try to turn and look but can't see anything. After twice more fits of vomiting, you finally pass out.
----later---
You awake in a room filled with posters of semi-naked men. There is a jumpsuit on the ground and a note beside it. You look at the note. 30 minutes to socialize. PS: Like the room?
---M---
M watches Richard's reaction through his camera. This is going to be fun
Full Name: Alison Hatter
Gender: female
Age: 29
Married: No
Kids: No
Sexual Orientation: hetero
Writing Hand: left
Occupation: Sci fi Author
Education: College
Fears: Being alone, drowning
Strengths: strong imagination and understanding of psychology, able to come up with ideas quickly
Weaknesses: manual labor, is very stubborn and hot headed.
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