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Megumi and Hiroshi walked hand in hand by the cliffs.
"Hiroshi, my love, I'm sorry there isn't more time for us." "Megumi-chan, I can face anything with you." He said, love was in his eyes. She smiled her pretty smile that always made Hiroshi think of a beatiful sun rise for some reason. "Then let us fly away from this horrible game, and this horrible island." They embraced, tears in both of their eyes. Then they took the next step... Briefly they did fly. Their broken bodies on the jagged rocks a testament to their flight. Girl #3 Megumi Eto Boy #12 Hiroshi Kuronaga 35 to go |
In the forest, Ren Matsuzawa was fidgetting with his gear. He was nervous and wrestled around with his supplies until he found his weapons...
Ninja Stars... His face was shocked, but not as much as when a shot rang out and the bullet hole, a very large one at that, landed in front of him. His fear struck eyes turned to see the would be killer holding the gun, a bit throw off by its strong recoil. As the shock welled over he made a mad dash to the nearest cover, but with a tear rolling down her cheek, Tayuumi shot again, the bullet leaving a large, bloody hole in the boy's chest. I...I'm sorry... |
She sound of gun fire can be heard across the island from the south. The lighthouse in I-10 was held by five girls from the cheerleading squad. One of them had been given a Avtomat Kalashnikova 1947.
"Piss Off Otakus!" Hirono shouted down from the tower. She fired wildly not expecting to hit any one her bullets ripped through Masanobu Ando' s chest splattering the gravel road with his blood. "Bitches." he said as he coughed up blood then collapsed. Hirono covered her mouth and tears welled from her eyes. She hadn't meant to kill anyone. Her friends Yuka and Aki dragged her inside. Before Shinryu's gang could react. Boy #2 Masanobu Ando Boy #7 Ren Matsuzawa 33 to go |
Status/Position: Heathly (Unarmed) / I7
Kazuki pushed aside a branch and saw the clinic come into view. "Perfect... I've arrived, and I've been lucky enough not to run into anyone." Before rushing towards the door, he looked around through the forest line to make sure that no one was around, then made a full sprint to the door, throwing the door aside, then quickly closing the door behind him panting. "Ok... this is home base..." |
Tomasu left the factory, Akiyo close behind him. As he prepared himself for this new game, he though back to his first one...and how he ended it.
*************************************** Two fighters left. Tomasu, and a member of a rival gang from his class. The two stared each other down, each with a gun in his hand. Tomasu held a B.A.R., while his opponent held a Thompson sub machine gun. Tomasu's blonde hair was frazzled and dirty, his body covered in cuts and bruises. The rival gang member didn't look much better, with his long black hair disheveled and a cut above his eye. "Onizuka Tomasu! The DEMON OF BANZAI! You don't look so tough to me!" Tomasu looked up with a strange grin on his face. "You talk too much. One of us is going to die now. Either way, I get my pleasure." The rival raised the thompson gun. "Well...someone IS about to die." He pulled the trigger, and Tomasu closed his eyes. He waited for the bullets to tear through his body. He waited for his own death, to recieve the ultimate of pleasure. Then...the sound of a jammed gun was heard. The thompson was jammed. The man holding it looked down with fear, then looked up at Tomasu. Tomasu's eyes...there was a reason he was called the Demon of Banzai. That look, his eyes being seen through the dyed blonde hair...he did look like an oni. "Your toy is broken? So sad...mine works fine." Tomasu raised his weapon, aimed, and fired. Bullets flew forward, tearing apart the boy's body. He was filled with holes, and fell over lifeless. |
Status/Position
Oritotsuke: In Shock/I10 Kanazawa: In Shock/I10 Ando: Dead/I10 Inada: In Shock/I10 Oritotsuke and gang looked on in horror as Ando died. When they had finally gotten over the shock, Oritotsuke sent the others away from the tower as he took Ando's bag and weapon. Once he was out of range of the tower, they stopped to say a prayer for Ando, swearing revenge upon the cheerleader who did this. Then, they moved directly west, moving as carefully as possible. |
Status/Position: Healthy (Fork/Tracking Device)/ H7
Mitsuke frowned. There were suddenly a lot more people moving in on the clinic than he had originally anticipated. A single person had made it into the clinic first, but there was a group coming from the east towards the clinic, and another from the northeast. Though both groups were the same size at three each, he decided to head for the closer ones, the ones heading from the northeast. He moved towards them with a grin. This should be a decent challenge. Moving East-Southeast towards H8 |
Kusanagi was going to settle into another cave to wait when a thought occured to him
This isn't hide and seek, there's only going to be one survivor, even if nobody finds me, if I'm not the last one alive, i lose anyway. Then again, if i kill everybody, do i win? Seems not, since i'm sacrificing my standards for mere human survival. Worse part is, even if we could take the weapons we're given and rally against the pricks who put us here, we wouldn't win. They'd just push a button and *boom* dead. Then he had another thought. Those two unknowns who were with us...they seemed battle hardened...intent on killing. I remember one of them was checking out all the girls...sadistic freak. His expression hardened. I'm not going to let those two killers have the pleasure of dishonorably killing all my classmates. If we are all going to die we might as well die with some semblance of honor and at each other's hands. he pulled out a map and looked for anywhere that the killers might head to find a target rich environment. Hm, there's a clinic down at the south end of the island, Makes sense that a lot of us would try to go there to hide out or take refuge. And that's probably where those murderous bastards are headed as well. Tucking the sig sauer into the waistband of his pants and gripping the baseball bat, he slung his duffel over his shoulder and set out for the clinic at a steady, but wary pace, carefully watching to make sure he wasn't being ambushed. My fate may be to die here on this island, but I am not going to go down without trying to do something right in this place where everything is wrong. ((Status/Position: Healthy (Baseball Bat/Sig Sauer) / F1 moving southeast towards I7)) |
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