senorcromas said:
good so far-just get the rest done (bio/history/notes) and you can be put into the story-also glad there is a female 
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<spoiler=OOC>Oh, good. Just wanted to make sure before I did her whole history. Here's the completed sheet.
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.
Appearance: Overweight and slightly short, and 5'2 and 170 pounds. She has long scraggly brown hair she always keeps tied up in a ponytail, mostly so that she doesn't have to deal with it, and hazel eyes. She prefers to wear comfortable clothes:typically a baggy blue hoodie and black sweatpants, because she spends most of her time cooped up in her house.
Bio: Born and raised in the suburbs of Montreal, Alison never had much to worry about. She had loving, if overbearing parents and there was always foos on the table. Maybe a bit too much. She was always rather chunky, and was often teased about it. To compensate, she acted out, falling in with the worng croud and generally doing stupid things.
One day at the beach, when trying to impress her friends, she swam out into the lake, and pretended to drown and get the attention of the lifeguard. During her struggle, she got tangled in seaweed, and actually started to drown. Her friends laughed it up, thinking it was still a joke. The lifeguard still ended up saving her, but it left a very prominent scar.
After the incident, she stayed inside much more often, reading rather than hanging out. She graduated high school with average grades and moved on to college, where she studied literature and discovered her inner talent for sci fi. Her first book was a moderately popular sci fi adventure, entitled The Secret Link. It entailed the story of a young girl as she flew across the galaxy, trying to stop universal implosion. She is currently working on her second novel.
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.
Appearance: Overweight and slightly short, and 5'2 and 170 pounds. She has long scraggly brown hair she always keeps tied up in a ponytail, mostly so that she doesn't have to deal with it, and hazel eyes. She prefers to wear comfortable clothes:typically a baggy blue hoodie and black sweatpants, because she spends most of her time cooped up in her house.
Bio: Born and raised in the suburbs of Montreal, Alison never had much to worry about. She had loving, if overbearing parents and there was always foos on the table. Maybe a bit too much. She was always rather chunky, and was often teased about it. To compensate, she acted out, falling in with the worng croud and generally doing stupid things.
One day at the beach, when trying to impress her friends, she swam out into the lake, and pretended to drown and get the attention of the lifeguard. During her struggle, she got tangled in seaweed, and actually started to drown. Her friends laughed it up, thinking it was still a joke. The lifeguard still ended up saving her, but it left a very prominent scar.
After the incident, she stayed inside much more often, reading rather than hanging out. She graduated high school with average grades and moved on to college, where she studied literature and discovered her inner talent for sci fi. Her first book was a moderately popular sci fi adventure, entitled The Secret Link. It entailed the story of a young girl as she flew across the galaxy, trying to stop universal implosion. She is currently working on her second novel.
Hearing subdued, cautious voices in the corridor outside his room, Thomas slowly approaches the door. Dropping down to hands and knees he peers through the food slot.
"hrm...a number o' legs. Same green trews." Thomas sits back on his heels and ponders his options.
"Could be a trap..." he muses.
With a grunt, Thomas eventually lifts himself up and walks across to sit with his back against the wall opposite the door. "I'll let 'em come t' me."
"hrm...a number o' legs. Same green trews." Thomas sits back on his heels and ponders his options.
"Could be a trap..." he muses.
With a grunt, Thomas eventually lifts himself up and walks across to sit with his back against the wall opposite the door. "I'll let 'em come t' me."
---Allson---senorcromas said:
M looks back at you and smiles. You notice the smile is unlike his other ones, this one seems nice. But you look at his eyes, and you feel cold. They are near-lifless. M walks up to you and strokes your hand.
"It's good to have a girl around. There was way too many guys" he said casually. You feel disgusted as he pets your hand. M turns around and calls in the guards who procede to force feed you a pill.
"Roofies. You'll get used to them" M said before you passed out.
---Later-you wake up in Icarn's room(look at above posts for descriptions)---
You wake up, lying in a queen sized bed with a jumpsuit on. You come to the realization that you had been undressed by one of the guards, or worse, by M. You see a note with your clothese that tells you to socialize and meet the others before the first game began.
"What's up my good man? How are you doing? Whats your name, I'mIcarn, would you hapen to have anything? Yaknowcrackboozemethhash, anythingatall? Shit man I'mm falling apart, Alljumpyandshit. Wait I got it! Maybe there was something to drink back in the fridge in my room! Be right back guys!"
Icarn ran back to his room and opened the fridge. There was a single bottle of Vodka. Icarn quickly took three huge gulps, downing about a third of the bottle. "AHHHHHHH much better." He put the bottle in his back pocket. Turning around he saw a woman lying on his bed. "Heyy, what are you doin 'ere? I'm Icarn and dis is mah room. Who 're yooo?"
Icarn ran back to his room and opened the fridge. There was a single bottle of Vodka. Icarn quickly took three huge gulps, downing about a third of the bottle. "AHHHHHHH much better." He put the bottle in his back pocket. Turning around he saw a woman lying on his bed. "Heyy, what are you doin 'ere? I'm Icarn and dis is mah room. Who 're yooo?"
In case you couldn't tell Icarn is a little drunk
M smiled as he watched down on Icarn. He wrote down on a note beside his camera.
More Vodka for Icarn
M checked his watch and saw that he only had around 10 minutes left until the game started, so he hurried out to his car and started driving.
More Vodka for Icarn
M checked his watch and saw that he only had around 10 minutes left until the game started, so he hurried out to his car and started driving.
Hearing the word vodka rouses Thomas from his silent contemplation.
"Vodka...? Hmph, definitely a feckin' trap. No way in 'ell that sick fuck would allow anyone anything remotely good. Ah'm jes' gonna sit tight until something happens."
Thomas continues to wait, although his skepticism is slowly dwindling.
"Vodka...? Hmph, definitely a feckin' trap. No way in 'ell that sick fuck would allow anyone anything remotely good. Ah'm jes' gonna sit tight until something happens."
Thomas continues to wait, although his skepticism is slowly dwindling.
Seeing her change of clothes, Alison instantly started to panic."Oh...oh no. Nonono this can't possibly be happening. Of all of the-" Then she noticed the note. It got her mind off of what might have happened, if only for a moment. "Socialize...?" Now she was more curious than worried. "What does that even..."
Before she could figure it out, a drunk man came barging in, bringing with him her fears from a few minutes before.
"Uh, um..." She had no clue how to respond to his ramblings; she only knew she had to get as far from the bed as possible. She rose, and creeped into the corner, her hands in front of her. She tried to act tough.
"I warn you; my nails are really friggin' sharp, and this time, I'm not unconscious." She was visibly trembling.
Before she could figure it out, a drunk man came barging in, bringing with him her fears from a few minutes before.
"Uh, um..." She had no clue how to respond to his ramblings; she only knew she had to get as far from the bed as possible. She rose, and creeped into the corner, her hands in front of her. She tried to act tough.
"I warn you; my nails are really friggin' sharp, and this time, I'm not unconscious." She was visibly trembling.
Hearing the strained and frightened cries of a woman, Thomas finally decides it's time to move.
Throwing open the door, he runs towards the cries. Upon entering the doorway of one of the rooms, Thomas sees a woman croucehd in the corner with a man staggering leeringly towards her rambling incoherently.
"hey, wha' the feck are ye doin' to that wee lassie!?" Thomas shouts pointing aggressively at the drunk man.
"ye better back the fuck away or ahm gonna have to get ye away, unnerstan'!?"
Throwing open the door, he runs towards the cries. Upon entering the doorway of one of the rooms, Thomas sees a woman croucehd in the corner with a man staggering leeringly towards her rambling incoherently.
"hey, wha' the feck are ye doin' to that wee lassie!?" Thomas shouts pointing aggressively at the drunk man.
"ye better back the fuck away or ahm gonna have to get ye away, unnerstan'!?"
---Everyone involved in this drunken stupor---
Two guards rushed into the room and grabbed Thomas and Icarn. A tone played from overhead.
"Gentlemen, I want you to refrain from hitting anyone but yourselves, and Allison, don't be scared. These men are less likely to hurt you then my guards." M said through some sort of PA system that you weren't able to discover the location of. The tone played again.
"And guards, escort everyone to the front. The first game is about to start" M happily exclaimed over the PA before it was cut off and the room wa silent. You could feel a faint draft before the guards took out guns and led everyone to the doors.
"Stay here" the first one said before going outside and leaving the other one inside.
Two guards rushed into the room and grabbed Thomas and Icarn. A tone played from overhead.
"Gentlemen, I want you to refrain from hitting anyone but yourselves, and Allison, don't be scared. These men are less likely to hurt you then my guards." M said through some sort of PA system that you weren't able to discover the location of. The tone played again.
"And guards, escort everyone to the front. The first game is about to start" M happily exclaimed over the PA before it was cut off and the room wa silent. You could feel a faint draft before the guards took out guns and led everyone to the doors.
"Stay here" the first one said before going outside and leaving the other one inside.
Thomas shrugged the guard off of him and listened intently on the disembodied voice.
Once the first guard leaves, Thomas glances over to the swaying figure of Icarn and addresses the guard. "I wasnae gonna hit 'im... and wha' was that guy talkin' aboot hittin' ourselves?"
A silent, hard-eyed stare is his only response.
Looking past Icarn and Mikael, Thomas nods towards Allison "Y'alright lass?"
Once the first guard leaves, Thomas glances over to the swaying figure of Icarn and addresses the guard. "I wasnae gonna hit 'im... and wha' was that guy talkin' aboot hittin' ourselves?"
A silent, hard-eyed stare is his only response.
Looking past Icarn and Mikael, Thomas nods towards Allison "Y'alright lass?"
Richard comes to, his head aching, his throat sore.
Rubbing his eyes he sits up and surveys the room in which he is now captive. How long has he been out, he wonders, and what the fuck is going on? He rubs his eyes in an attempt to focus and he notices the pictures of nude men adorning the walls.
He leaps up from the bed, tearing the pictures from the wall. He does this witch such lack of thought that scratches his fingers against the grimy concrete walls.
After screwing up the pictures and throwing them to the floor, he becomes more aware of his surroundings. The two doors, one with an eye hole, one without and the camera in the corner on the ceiling. He notices that some sick fuck has stripped him down to his underwear, and that his thighs are cold with stale vomit. Wiping his legs down with the balls of soft-core pornography he attempts to cast his mind back to remember how he got here.
Flashes of a bus terminal, an airport, Haitian travellers and a gorgeous blonde in a short skirt. Two heavy set men in bowler hats. Being in a car? A van? Maybe even a plane? And then here. A blur of past events, he was sure that he had been slipped something, some kind of drug. He felt like he had a hangover but he hadn?t drunk, for what he can remember, for weeks.
Richard snaps out of his daze and puts on the jumpsuit. Green really wasn?t his colour he thought, trying for just a moment to make light of the situation. Staring at the camera hanging from the roof he remembers another man in bowler hat, an authoritative figure... ?M?.
Staring with anger in his eyes he mutter, ?****.?
Grabbing a leg of the bed he drags it to position it underneath the camera. With a hand full of sick soaked soft-porn he wraps the camera up, to obscure the view of whatever voyeur is on the other side.
?How do you like that, you sick fucks!? he screams to no one, to ?M?, before dropping down to sit on the bed and think over what has happened.
His first thought? Who, and why. Who the fuck has he pissed off enough to do something like this.
Rubbing his eyes he sits up and surveys the room in which he is now captive. How long has he been out, he wonders, and what the fuck is going on? He rubs his eyes in an attempt to focus and he notices the pictures of nude men adorning the walls.
He leaps up from the bed, tearing the pictures from the wall. He does this witch such lack of thought that scratches his fingers against the grimy concrete walls.
After screwing up the pictures and throwing them to the floor, he becomes more aware of his surroundings. The two doors, one with an eye hole, one without and the camera in the corner on the ceiling. He notices that some sick fuck has stripped him down to his underwear, and that his thighs are cold with stale vomit. Wiping his legs down with the balls of soft-core pornography he attempts to cast his mind back to remember how he got here.
Flashes of a bus terminal, an airport, Haitian travellers and a gorgeous blonde in a short skirt. Two heavy set men in bowler hats. Being in a car? A van? Maybe even a plane? And then here. A blur of past events, he was sure that he had been slipped something, some kind of drug. He felt like he had a hangover but he hadn?t drunk, for what he can remember, for weeks.
Richard snaps out of his daze and puts on the jumpsuit. Green really wasn?t his colour he thought, trying for just a moment to make light of the situation. Staring at the camera hanging from the roof he remembers another man in bowler hat, an authoritative figure... ?M?.
Staring with anger in his eyes he mutter, ?****.?
Grabbing a leg of the bed he drags it to position it underneath the camera. With a hand full of sick soaked soft-porn he wraps the camera up, to obscure the view of whatever voyeur is on the other side.
?How do you like that, you sick fucks!? he screams to no one, to ?M?, before dropping down to sit on the bed and think over what has happened.
His first thought? Who, and why. Who the fuck has he pissed off enough to do something like this.
"Hey, I wasn't gonnna do nothin' to 'er. I jus' wa' askin' 'er name thats all. hic Seh was in mah room you FUCKERS LET ME GO! MOM! NOOOO! YOU'll PAY FOR THIS YOU SICK BASTARDS, I'LL GUT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU. ILL AVENGE YOU DA!" Icarn shouted as he went into a horrible flachback. He gradually came out of it, and realized that everyyone was looking at him funny. "What? Why all you lookin at me? And where are we going?" Icarn demanded as the alchohol began to wear off.
swearing is ok right? I'll glady edit this post if it isn't
swearing is okay-just no racial things
You are standing at the door, wondering what is going to happen. A beep came from behind you and the guard started talking.
"We are now beginning the first game. It is a variation of Hide and Seek. All the men, will hide. The girl will seek. Who she finds, will be whipped by her. If she doesn't whip them she will be whipped herself. You have 30 seconds once the bell rings." The guard drones on as if he has said it multiple times before. As he stops, he pushes past the group and hands Allison a whip. He winks before leaving the room and you hear a locking sound from outside. A bell rings above you.
So I don't actually have blueprints because my scanner isn't working but-you are in a narrow hallway-it spans for a while-7 doors on either side of the hall-each door goes to somewhere different-rooms are at the end of the hall-describe where you are hiding with as much detail as possible
I'm going to wait til everyone posts and hides before the bell rings again for Allison
Mikael couldn't believe his ears, the "game" was ludicrous, it finalised his opinion that M was mentally disturbed. As the bell went he ran to the furthest away rooms and turned right. The room was pretty bare, a bed, some tables and a crate. He dismissed the bed instantly, it would be far to obvious. He ran over to the crate and tried to open it but the lid wouldn't budge. Suddenly he had an idea. He pushed a table next to the crate in the corner, he then clambered into the space and pulled the crate to fill the gap. To see him the girl would need to go the the bottom and crawl along, which would take time. He held his breath and waited.
Icarn staggered down to the thrid room on the right and went in. He looked around frantically and saw that it was a mathematics lab or class room or something akin to that. Not everly huge there was a blackboard mounted on one wall and a computer on a desk in the middle of the room. Against the far wall was a bank of tube moniters. He quickly shattered every single one of them and climbed into the inside of the highest one on the right. He cut his right hand on some glass but managed to not spill any blood outside of his hiding spot. He waited for the bell.
M watched the frantic movements of his prisoners through the cameras. He saw where Mikael had hidden and tried to conceive a way that he would be found, but was unable to think of one except for the crawling through his makeshift hut.
Mikael=Adaptable
M looked back to the screens and saw Icarn smash the tube moniters. He noticed the cut and waited for the blood to flow.
Icarn=pain is useless when determined
M looked back at the moniters to the other prisoners.
Mikael=Adaptable
M looked back to the screens and saw Icarn smash the tube moniters. He noticed the cut and waited for the blood to flow.
Icarn=pain is useless when determined
M looked back at the moniters to the other prisoners.
Richard pats Alison on the back,
?I don?t know you at all, but don?t worry if you find me.? Smiling back at her, he walks off down the corridor, entering the furthest door on the left side.
The room Rich enters is pitch-black, and understandably, he can?t see a thing. Feeling out around him he feels something cold and solid in front of him. With two hands Rich tugs at the object and it moves with a metallic screech. Crouching down and moving closer to it he can make out the legs of what he can only assume is a table. Moving round to behind the table he slides it up against the door, jarring the small yet surprisingly heavy table up against the handle in attempt to block the door. Crouching down to the left side of the door, and wrapping his arms around his legs, Richard seats himself waiting for the next bell.
This is one fucked up game.
?I don?t know you at all, but don?t worry if you find me.? Smiling back at her, he walks off down the corridor, entering the furthest door on the left side.
The room Rich enters is pitch-black, and understandably, he can?t see a thing. Feeling out around him he feels something cold and solid in front of him. With two hands Rich tugs at the object and it moves with a metallic screech. Crouching down and moving closer to it he can make out the legs of what he can only assume is a table. Moving round to behind the table he slides it up against the door, jarring the small yet surprisingly heavy table up against the handle in attempt to block the door. Crouching down to the left side of the door, and wrapping his arms around his legs, Richard seats himself waiting for the next bell.
This is one fucked up game.