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

[Icarion (aka Stockholm)]

"I'm Icarn and I'm an alcoholic." Icarn keeled over laughing. "Sorry, I'm done now. I come from tteh great land of Estonia. Me and my family don't speak anymore. In fact, they're dead, along with everyone else I ever knew. They came to my town in the night..." Icarn wnet into a flashback. "Gunfire, every where. Most don't fight but Da' does. He shot so many of the bastards he ran out of bullets. But in the end they got us. All the men women and children were taken alive. We were lined up against the wall and made to watch as they raped our moms and sisters. Then they shot some of the kids. My friend Josef... Blood covering my body. Then they whipped us." Icarn's hand went immediatley to his back. "Then they hanged the men, as they wept over the fate of their children and wives. No honour, no glory. Just death. I got out, I ran for miles and miles. Finally I came to another town and the Butcher took me in. One of the local kids gave me some weed one day and... " Icarn snapped out of it "Here we are." Icarn drained the rest of the bottle and wiped his mouth. "So whips are one of my fears." Icarn waited expectantly for the next person to talk

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

A right feckin' mix o' oos 'ere...gotta think this through... Icarn's story is a damned far-fetched and ye'd thinkn he'd be a feckin' crazy bastard after that. Ha, I guess he is, at that.

Richard seems like a normal lad...but there's gotta be somethin' more...Not scared of anythin' sound like feckin' bullshite t' me.

Ah wonder wha' Mikael's "incident" was. An accountant seems standard, ah guess...but definitely gotta find out what made 'im lose 'is faith.


Allowing Alison into the circle, Thomas encourages her to go next. When she hesitates he pushes harder.

"Go on lass, dinnae be scared...We're all friends 'ere." He puts on his best smile, which shows darkly yellowed teeth. Those that are still there, in any case.

If she 'as no family either then Rich was right....and if'n 'e's right I ken ah'll need to keep an eye on the lad. Just in case...

 

[PleasantKenobi]

OOC: The RP is going smoothly, but just a suggestion to the DM: What about freeing up those positions that are currently filled by people that aren't posting and advertising (kinda) for two more positions? I mean, if you wanted that many in the first place, it is pretty obvious that they aren't in the game. Maybe PM them, and ask them nicely if they still want in?

 

[senorcromas]

Alison flinched a bit as she was nudged into the circle, which wasn't helped by Thomas' smile.

"Er.. hi?" She said, growing more nervous every second. She felt their eyes on her, expecting, anticipating. Boring into her head as if her brain was made of gold.

"I'm Alison and I'm a writer!" She said quickly before turning away.

"And, uh, about before...sorry?" She was officially at a loss for words.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Hrm...tha' was odd... Thomas thinks to himself. Ah guess ah'll jes' let it goo. He avoids looking at Alison, not wanting to distress her further.

"Ah wonder when dinner's gonna be...ahm feckin' famished." Holding his arms rigidly to his sides, Thomas ignores the burning wound on his chest. Ah could do wi' patchin' up as well. Guess it's too much t' ask of M, the feckin' **** tha' 'e is!

Thomas glares at the floor, breathing out a huge sigh that ruffles his beard.

 

[Icarion (aka Stockholm)]

"I could use some food too... I think it's been half an hour. Might as well go look for the Cafeteria. Anyone else wanna come?" Icarn began to walk out of the room and into the hall.

Well we are certainly a veried bunch. And that Richard, not afraid of anything, huh? What a lie. I'll be the one laughing at him when he curls up into a ball and shits his pants. What an asshole. Might even kick him while he's down A savage grin split Icarns face at the thought.

 

[PleasantKenobi]

Richard looks at Thomas quizzically for a moment, noting his awkward demeanour, but decides to let it go.

"Food? Yeah, food would be great." he says rolling up his sleeves and brushing himself down.
As Icarn moves away from the group Richard speaks up, "We might need to wait for a guard, or a bell, or for M to talk to us via this... intercom."

Leaning against a wall with his hands pushed against his stomach, "I was sick earlier. I?m so hungry."

Suddenly the thought came across Richards mind; will they be given real food? He grimaced at the thought of dinner being yet another game. Memories of the British TV show 'I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here' came to mind.

"I hope we get food that is remotely edible." sighed Richard, looking around at the rest of the group.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Thomas leans against the wall next to Richard, his glare following Icarn down the corridor.

"Tha' guy's a right **** bu' 'e 'as a point, aye? Mebbe we're meant t' search for the food oorselves?" He chuckles wryly to himself, "Ah wouldnae put it past tha' M character..."

His face turning grim, Thomas suddenly has a thought: "Ah also hope mentioning this isnae gonna give M ideas..." Memories of eating out of skips and gutters form in his head...Memories of his "meals" in prison are pushed as far down as possible.

Coming back to reality, He turns to the others and shrugs. "Well, we goin'? Ahm no' bein' left alone wi' tha' wee drunkard; 'ad enough o' tha' in Glasgee..." He slowly walks backwards, palms facing the ceiling in an inviting gesture.

 

[Icarion (aka Stockholm)]

"Hmmm... Richard you certainly have a point, but what could they possibly do to us if we leave these barracks? And Thomas has a good point, this "M" is sicker than a small village during a plague. Lets get going. I'm fucking hungry." Icarn countinued walking down the hall and noticed Thomas was following him

Spoiler: OOC to Spartan

If we actually manage to make it outside will you describe it to us? Or is it up to us? Or will M intercept us before we get there? (You don't have to answer the last one)

 

[spartan1077]

Spoiler: Sorry-been unable to write some stuff up

ya, I'mm editing the post after I read the rest :/

M watched as the prisoners communicated with eachother.
What next

 

[spartan1077]

As night dawned on the headquarters, M looked at his watch.
Almost 10...
He smiled before standing up and yawning. Tired, he took one more look to his prisoners and thought
Time for another game
He sat back down and pressed a button on his desk. Instantly, a small boy ran into the room with a coffee mug. From his speed, some coffee dripped out onto the boy's hand and the boy winced in pain. M slowly took the now wet mug and splashed it into the boy's face. Twirling in rage he slapped the boy and started to scream. After the brief moment of rage was done, he sent the boy away. He turned back around and turned on the PA.
"To the front doors everyone. Now!"
As the prisoners hear the announcement, a gunshot is heard before the now and then a large thud, as if something hit the ground hard.

 

[Icarion (aka Stockholm)]

Guns, shit someone has a gun. And tehy just shot somebody. Don't panic, deep breathes.
"SHIT!" Icarn yelled as he hit the ground. He started crawling towards the front door, hoping to avoid getting shot. Fucking M. What a dick. I didn't even get to eat. I mean he said we could have dinner... I could use a smoke right now, or maybe some more Vodka.

 

[spartan1077]

M watched through the cameras, trying to be excited about the upcoming games.
That intern. Damn him!
He smashed his fists down on the desk, screaming curses and obscenities at the monitors. But then he saw what he wanted. He reached over and grabbed the sheets, tossing through them to see who was who. When he found what he was looking for, he smiled.
Maybe a little too old, but that's okay.
He smiled again before calling in two guards, and explaining the plan.

 

[PleasantKenobi]

Richard looks up towards Thomas, and nodding towards the front doors says, "I think we should do as that prick says man," shaking hsi head he continues, "Man, I feel so weak, I really need food."

Disheartened, Richard begins to walk down the corridor. Seeing Icarn's drunken reactions to the sound of a gun shot, he shakes his head.

"I'm not really suprised that they have guns." he says under his breath.

Nor am I suprised they would use them.

Turning around to the others, Richard speaks up with a new found confidence, "You guys coming?" He smirks, and then with mock-enthusiasm calls out, "Don't yall wanna see what fucked up game he has for us this time?"

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Sighing at Richard's sarcasm, Thomas slowly, cautiously follows. Ah cannae ever get awa' from feckin' guns...

"So much fer havin' grub," he murmurs gruffly to no one in particular. "Feck it...Ahm used tae not eating fer long periods o' time..." It was true; long, cold and depressing nights on Glasgow's streets were often accompanied by an empty stomach for Thomas.

"Ah'd take the streets o' Glasgee anyday over this feckin' place..." Thomas calls out as he strides purposefully past Richard. "Bu' ahm no gonna back doon, ye' hear me!?" Grinning evilly, Thomas sticks his middle finger up at one of the cameras.

Ah jes' 'ope none o' th'others break...we're gonna need as many as we can get.

 

[PleasantKenobi]

RIchard laughs at Thomas' middle finger thrown up towards the camera. He is filled with a sudden urge to push on, to stride confidently towards the next game with head held high. With a big fucker like ol' man Crabbe on his side, they might be able to get out of this shit-hole and find that 'M' character.

But this feeling of almost 'indestructability' does not last long. He remembers Icarn cleanign up his own sick, and his falling to the floor at the sound of the gun shot over the intercom. He remembers Alison's crying. He remembers the pornography scrawled across his walls.

A combination of hunger pangs, and dread, well up inside him. Grimacing, Richard jogs to keep up with Thomas' massive strides.

Confidence, inspiring? Richard thinks to himself. God, that is so fucking lame.

Rich lets out a loud, and without a doubt, very audible sigh.

 

[Icarion (aka Stockholm)]

Seeing the others calmly striding down the hall, Icarn picked himself up as smoothly as possible. "Well if you're gonna get I shot I might as well too." Icarn picked up his pace until he was marching in lockstep with Thomas. "So what are ya planning old man? I'm in. Until that is, I get the chance to get the fuck outta here. Then I'm going, no matter how many get left behind. I have a life to live. If I get out of here, well there will be retributions." Icarn rambled on, almost talking to himself. "YOU HERE ME!?" he shouted at one of the cameras. "I'M GONNA FIND AND KILL EVERYONE OF THOSE BASSTARDS, ONE AT A TIME. THEN MAYBE I'LL COME AFTER YOU, fact is, I'm getting out of here and sooner or later heads will roll." Icarn's moment passed and he came back to earth. "So old man, how do you think you're getting out of here?"

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Thomas grimaces at icarn, leaning away from his zealous ramblings.

"Ah never said ah was gettin' ootta 'ere..." He shakes his head and heaves a sigh to mirror Richards. "Ahm gonna give it a goo, mind. But feckin' M seems t' 'ave this place secure. Still...if ah ken get more info then ah might be able to plan something..."

Thomas falls silent and proceeds to stare at the floor. ah feel like ah need to take charge...mebbe ahm the one to lead us oot. Heh, Ah've never been one fer heroics...but ah do ken 'ow t' lead a group!

Despite his optimism, Thomas continues to feel uncertain, scared and worried over this new-found fther role he seems to have adopted. He wonders whether everyone would simply run and try to save themselves if it came down to it. Working as a group never went well when put under extreme pressure such as this. Like Icarn, would the others abandon each other?

Ah ken ah would... Thomas tragically laments, attempting to block the past from his thoughts.

 

[spartan1077]

M smiles before pressing a button underneath the desk.
"Icarn" he states.

-----Prisoners----
You hear a faint hissing sound for a few seconds before passing out.
-----------Icarn--------
You awake in a small room, you are tied to a chair and you see that M is standing in front of you. You see he is smiling.
"Hello Icarn. I have a proposition for you. You become my intern, and I'll let you go" he says to you, calmly.
---------------Other Prisoners------------
You awake in what appears to be a forest. There is a bag beside you and a note that reads;
Stay alive,
M
The more perceptive of the group may notice a lack of a breeze, or that the forest seems to be in a fog.

 

[Icarion (aka Stockholm)]

"What's the catch? I mean, I'd love to get the fuck out of here, and then get down to the buissiness of killing the fuckers that left me like this. But seems a tad generous, especially since I just threatened to kill you." Icarn smiled a crazy, sadistic grin. "You know what M, I'm in. I think I like these games of yours. I think you might have broken me, but I'm all the better for it." At that point Icarn let out a long stream of incoherent laughs. "What's up first? Can I kill that fucker Richard? He seems like a proper douchbag, not to mention he wouldn't drink with me."