The Union. A RP. [Looking for a Co-GM for my downtime and more participants] STARTED

[spartan1077]

-----Icarn----
M shook his head slowly.
"No killing for you. You will be trained to be my intern." he explained before leaving. As the door closed behind him, it was pushed open again by a large man in a tuxedo and a bowler hat.
"Icarn I presume" he said a deep voice, "M has chosen you, for some reason, to be his intern. You will be free to roam, as long as when that monitor shows something, you complete your task. Mostly M calls for coffee or his notes, which you will not read. He likes his coffee with three sugars, four cream, and one milk. He orders it every 2 hours and sometimes at 1 in the morning. Occasionally, you may need to fill in for a guard. Do you understand" he stopped and stared at you. You notice that he has a large handgun in his hand, and the safety is off.

 

[Icarion (aka Stockholm)]

"Not exactley what I had in mind, but sure, I understand. And careful with that," Icarn nodded toward the gun, " you might hurt someone. Do you know where M keeps his vodka? I think I need a drink to celebrate."

 

[spartan1077]

----Icarn----
The guard laughed a very deep laugh. If you are in your right mind, you will notice that it's the same one from the car. He looks at you a holsters his pistol, without turning the safety off.
"The vodka is with the coffee" he said, still laughing before he left the room. You were all alone in the room when the monitor beeped.
Coffee

 

[Icarion (aka Stockholm)]

Icarn hurried into the coffee room, and began dumping in the proper ingredients, "Three sugar, one milk, Four cream? Shit, this is way harder than gutting a pig..." Finally, Icarn had the Coffee ready. He went back into the room, and gave the coffee to M. "There you go. Three sugar, one milk, and four cream."

Spoiler: OOC:

A little advance warning, I'm going to be away from home and computer from Thursday the 23rd to Thursday the 30th.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Images of war haunt Thomas' fitful sleep. Comrades dying, innocents slaughtered and the constant noise of battle press at his conscience.

As the nightmare slowly fades, Thomas becomes aware of a cool, grassy texture on his face. Groggily, he opens his eyes and the initial blurs transform into horizontal trees surrounded by fog.

Pushing himself to his knees, Thomas peers around. ...the feck...?

He is in a small clearing in the middle of what looks like a forest. Fear grips him as he wonders what kind of "game" M plans for them.

He sees the other participants lying around and hopes they're alive. Ignoring the bag, Thomas goes around teh clearing and checks each person' pulse.

"Well..." He murmurs to himself, "Ev'ryone seems t' be alive. Fer now..."

Thomas lies on his back in the grass and sighs heavily, waiting for the others to wake up.

More feckin' waitin'....

Spoiler: OOC

Do we just make up what's in the bag or are you going to tell us?

 

[spartan1077]

Spoiler: Icarn and Thomas

That's okay Icarn, and let's just say it's a knife, and some water.

------Icarn-----
M smiles at you as he takes the coffee and drinks it in one sip. You notice his eyes seem to lose focus before coming back around 30 seconds later. He shoo you away and hands you back the mug, before turning to his camera monitors. You may notice the other prisoners in what is labeled Camera 4.

 

[Icarion (aka Stockholm)]

Spoiler: OOC

Thanks Spartan, family and all that. And When you say I can see the other prisoners is there a big secret to be had, or am I just looking at their sleeping forms?

Icarn snick a glance at the other prisoners, all of them passed out in a forest, or what appeared to be a forest. Dumb bastards, I hope Richard takes it up the ass. What a prick. Hope the old man and the girl get out though. This is no place for a woman. They should be kept safe, like I failed to do with my sister...

 

[PleasantKenobi]

Richard's eyes open to see the woodland canopy above. Sitting up suddenly he checks himself for injury.

"What the fuck!" he gasps, looking around to get his bearings. Noticing Thomas and Alison, he clambers to his feet and checks to see if they are awake. Noticing Thomas' eyes are open he moves over and kneels next to him.

"Last thing I remember, is the hallway... the gunshot..." he suddenly stands up and looks around at the trees. "...do you think... there are cameras here?"

Chuckling he crouches down again, "I would assume they wouldn't put us out here un-watched. There has got to be cameras, or..." he looks around one more time, paranoia catching up with him, "Guards in camouflage or some shit..."

OOC: TO clarify: Checking for guards/cameras. Also, would the lack of breeze and sound/smells give away that this forest is artificial or real?

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Thomas kept still as he listened to Richard becoming more and more anxious. he clears his throat before answering, "Man, don't shite yersel' awright? Jes' sit, calm yersel' and wait fer the others t' wake up... Doesn't seem t' be much we can do 'til then." Thomas crosses his ankles and chuckles softly. "Unless, o' course, ye wanna explore on yer own?"

Squinting into the sky, Thomas stirs slightly, trying to find a more comfortasble position on the hard ground. His chest was still sore, but nowhere near the horrible stinging from befoe they ended up here.

"Rich...d'ya believe in God?

 

[spartan1077]

Spoiler: Pleasent

OOC: TO clarify: Checking for guards/cameras. Also, would the lack of breeze and sound/smells give away that this forest is artificial or real?

Artificial

 

[PleasantKenobi]

OOC:Any visible signs of Camera/Guards?

Richard laughs at Thomas' question about God.

"Woah man, no need to get all philosophical and shit on me..." Richard leans across and grabs the bag and drags it closer to them. Sitting down and getting comfortable, he opens it up.

Absent mindedly he replies, "My parents were pretty fucking religious. I guess because of that, I never had much time for that kind of thing." He holds up the knife in his left hand and inspects it cautiously, the bottle of water in his right hand getting nowhere near the ammount of attention. The knife's blade, though ominous, looks dull in the foggy air. Bringing the blade closer to his face to see his eyes in the reflection upon its surface he inspects his sunken eyes, "Maaaan. I look like shit."

He drops the knife and water into the bag and pushes it aside. "What about you ol' man? I mean, about God and stuff. Not the looking like shit," laughing he continues, "We can all see you look like shit." Smirking, he awaits a reply from Thomas while he looks over at Alison, looking for some sign of consciousness.

 

[spartan1077]

Spoiler: No visible signs, all you can see are trees and fog

that's it

 

[senorcromas]

Slowly, Alison started to stir. With eyes half open, she begins to get up, her hand clasping at her head.

"What-what happened...?" She asked groggily, mostly to herself as she tried to get her bearings. She shook her head, trying to enter full consciousness.

She straightened up, and started to take in her surroundings.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

"Hahahaha, ye feckin' wee git. Yer right enough though...ah do look like shite."

Awkwardly pushing himself to his feet, Thomas grunts at the pain in his chest. "Ah feel it too.." As quickly as his mirth appeared, it just as rapidlly transforms into a deep melancholy.

Thomas sighs and addresses Richard, but instead of looking at his companion, he stares into nothing. "Ah've never 'ad time fer any ideas of a God. No' in a world tha' allows fer the kindsa things ah've seen...an' experienced..." Thomas darts his eyes conspiratorially at Richard, "If there wa' a God, mind," A huge grin splits his haggard features, "Ah'd punch 'im right in 'is beardy face!" Thomas makes an uppercut motion and bursts into laughter.

The two unlikely companions laugh together for a while before remembering again where they are and why. Suddenly, a thought strikes Thomas, causing him to jump to his feet - albeit with a loud groan afterwards.

"WHERE THE FECK IS THAT DRUNK, ICARN!?" Thomas' head swings from side-to-side trying to scan the area. The fog is too thick though to see anything much past the first few rows of trees. Before Richard could answer though, Alison stirs awake.

"Lad, grab 'er some water an' see if she's alright... Ahm goin' fer a walk." Taking the rusted knife from where Richard left it, Thomas clutches it painfully and hard stalks off through the fog. Turning around after 10 paces, Thomas can't see anything but trees and fog. Heartbeat racing, he calls out to Richard, "Ahm gonna keep within shouting distance, lad! Make sure to keep yellin'! Ahm no' goin' far!" Hearing Richard's cry of assent, Thomas calms himself and continues his lap around the clearing.

Tha' wee drunken ****'s in on this...Ah feckin' know it.

 

[Icarion (aka Stockholm)]

"Up here old man." Icarn whispered from behind M. Icarn quickly hurried out of the room, in search of the vodka the gaurd had mentioned. He found it quick enough, but only took a few sips. He didn't want to be bumbling drink trying to mix M's coffee. Messing up his coffee seemed like the quickest way to get six feet under the ground. Icarn poped his head back into the observation room, "M, sir, is there anything I can do for you?" Icarn prepared to run if M got angry and pulled out a wepon. You never know with crazy people. I should know. Icarn smiled to himself.

Spoiler: OOC

So I'm back from vacation. That is all. Posting shall resume as normal. Sorry for the breifness, I'm kinda tired.

 

[spartan1077]

Spoiler: Hehe

Completely forgot this was here...I mean my internet was acting up

M smiled as he heard what Icarn whispered.
Turning against one another now...or at least soon.
He turned to Icarn as he asked his question and shrugged.
"More coffee, maybe some of that vodka you took."

 

[Icarion (aka Stockholm)]

Icarn went back and made M another coffee, just the way he liked. This time however he spiked it with a decent measure of Vodka. And then He took a swig for himself.