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Amber Sky
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Ike Dahl {Black Leader} {@Crysodic}
Alexandra Cross {Black Deputy} {@IceQueen}
Matthias Jonavan Northe {Black Strategist} {@Ner0}
Thaddeus J. Hatfield {Black Doctor} {@ivoryknight22}
Astrid Keegan {Black Scout} {@Thurrbo}
Lycus Kree {Black Scout} {@Killako}
Cordelia Guila Lione {Black Scout} {@★Under The Stars★}
Christina Rhodes {Black Warrior} {@Amber Fox}
Lauren Jennings {Black Warrior} {@Mocking_Jayy}
Nikolai Arkaden Luzchezke {Black Warrior} {@HellHoundWoof}
Rhogar Yarjerit {Black Warrior} {@Bismarck}
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{slide=Past [Dead / Inactive] Characters |center}Braden Almaraz {Black Scout} {@❖Cats❖}, Killed by Rule #11 Infraction{/slide}
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Kieran Wells {Black Warrior}{/slide}
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Jessica Whiteman {White Leader}
Conn Declan {White Deputy}
Fiona Declan {White Strategist}
Walter Guo {White Doctor}
Blake Kelly {White Scout}
Jessica Montgomery {White Scout}
Alice Merlet {White Scout}
Andrea Thain {White Warrior}
Alex Brown {White Warrior}
Eric Almonte {White Warrior}
Sander Days {White Warrior}
Cassandra Nicole {White Warrior}{/slide}
{slide=Past [Dead] NPCs |center}Kyle Lane {Black Warrior}, Killed by Alex Brown {White Warrior}
Fah Christajoon {Black Scout}, Killed by Andrea Thain {White Warrior}
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Arena Day #1
Temperature: Humid, Warm
Weather: Cloudy, Possible Rain
Event: Supply Run
Jessica 'Sugar'
White Territory
Jessica woke up with a weird pounding sensation in her head. It took her a few seconds, but she quickly came around - realizing that she must have been drugged. Immediately stilling herself and playing dead, the woman - more commonly known under her alias 'Sugar' - quickly determined that there was nobody else in the immediate vicinity. She just felt vaguely warm. Tumbling out of her bed, she looked around. She seemed to be in a strange room that smelled mostly of wood and some sort of musty, nature-y scent. Spotting a window with curtains drawn over it, Sugar threw the cloth open and a forest was revealed to her.
"What the hell?" The female muttered, wondering if it was real. Her memory was starting to come back to her - the strange sign and list of rules she had seen in that strange room appearing in her mind. "I'm not... Oh come on." She tilted her head slightly, obviously curious about the situation she had found herself in. Surprisingly, Sugar didn't seem that concerned about the fact that she seemed to have wandered into some sort of killing game. She moved out of her room, hearing a bunch of voices down a long corridor. There seemed to be quite a few other rooms there as well, how many other players would there be in this game exactly?
Jogging down the hall of what appeared to be a log cabin, which was thankfully well air-conditioned - as outside seemed to be pretty hot and humid -, Sugar found a large group of people clustered around what seemed to be a board with some sort of list on it.
"Jessica Whiteman, leader." Spoke a man in a blue suit, looking rather out of place among the other people as the rest of them were dressed rather casually. "Who is she?"
"That would be me." Sugar spoke up, all eyes fixing on her. "You're to call me Sugar from here on out." She added, already adopting her new role. She couldn't say that she was disappointed with her fortune. "I'm sure that we're all thinking the same thing - why are we here, what are we supposed to do, and how do we get out. For now, I see no reason to think that what these rules say are false." At this point, Sugar had captured the attention of what seemed to be the other ten people in the room with her. Apparently she had woken up a bit late.
"In order to get out, we're going to have to capture the other team's flag. Hmm. The black team, are they?" The female seemed to think for a few seconds. "I don't see any reason, either, to think that this black team is going to go easy on us. Black. It seems like something's trying to tell us that they're darker than us. They'll be trying to chop us to little pieces, they might have been here for days in preparation. So we're going to have to get our game on. If we go by chess rules we've got the first move. Let's make the most of that, shall we?" Sugar walked up to the board. The rules were listed on them again, but there was also a list of all of the people on her team. "I'm going to need my deputy and strategist for now. The rest of you go practice or something." The female ordered, and without a second thought the rest of the team moved off. Her deputy and strategist remained.
"Conn and Fiona Declan, hmm? So, are you siblings or are you married?" Sugar asked, though it was less of a friendly question than what seemed to be an interrogation. The pair sensed this and straightened up.
"Twins, sir." The man, supposedly Conn, replied sharply. Sugar smiled.
"I like that. Scratch the whole Sugar thing, you are all to call me sir."
"What the hell?" The female muttered, wondering if it was real. Her memory was starting to come back to her - the strange sign and list of rules she had seen in that strange room appearing in her mind. "I'm not... Oh come on." She tilted her head slightly, obviously curious about the situation she had found herself in. Surprisingly, Sugar didn't seem that concerned about the fact that she seemed to have wandered into some sort of killing game. She moved out of her room, hearing a bunch of voices down a long corridor. There seemed to be quite a few other rooms there as well, how many other players would there be in this game exactly?
Jogging down the hall of what appeared to be a log cabin, which was thankfully well air-conditioned - as outside seemed to be pretty hot and humid -, Sugar found a large group of people clustered around what seemed to be a board with some sort of list on it.
"Jessica Whiteman, leader." Spoke a man in a blue suit, looking rather out of place among the other people as the rest of them were dressed rather casually. "Who is she?"
"That would be me." Sugar spoke up, all eyes fixing on her. "You're to call me Sugar from here on out." She added, already adopting her new role. She couldn't say that she was disappointed with her fortune. "I'm sure that we're all thinking the same thing - why are we here, what are we supposed to do, and how do we get out. For now, I see no reason to think that what these rules say are false." At this point, Sugar had captured the attention of what seemed to be the other ten people in the room with her. Apparently she had woken up a bit late.
"In order to get out, we're going to have to capture the other team's flag. Hmm. The black team, are they?" The female seemed to think for a few seconds. "I don't see any reason, either, to think that this black team is going to go easy on us. Black. It seems like something's trying to tell us that they're darker than us. They'll be trying to chop us to little pieces, they might have been here for days in preparation. So we're going to have to get our game on. If we go by chess rules we've got the first move. Let's make the most of that, shall we?" Sugar walked up to the board. The rules were listed on them again, but there was also a list of all of the people on her team. "I'm going to need my deputy and strategist for now. The rest of you go practice or something." The female ordered, and without a second thought the rest of the team moved off. Her deputy and strategist remained.
"Conn and Fiona Declan, hmm? So, are you siblings or are you married?" Sugar asked, though it was less of a friendly question than what seemed to be an interrogation. The pair sensed this and straightened up.
"Twins, sir." The man, supposedly Conn, replied sharply. Sugar smiled.
"I like that. Scratch the whole Sugar thing, you are all to call me sir."
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Christina
Black Territory
Black Territory
Chris had been awake for awhile. The amateurs that had tried to sedate her and carry her to the arena hadn't factored in the fact that she was well used to sedatives - her body was at the point where she automatically processed them and was able to delay or subdue their effects rather effectively. She didn't protest, however, since the concept sounded fun. A killing game where you wouldn't get put in jail for, well, killing people? That would be cool. Hopefully the game would live up to its rules though, Chris now had this brilliant opportunity but if the rest of her team was a bunch of conservative ten-year-olds she would be severely disappointed. Maybe disappointed enough to cut them up... The girl regarded the scythe that had been placed at the side of her bed.
Grinning slightly manically, Chris got up and picked up the weapon. It seemed to be pretty well crafted - she was well pleased with it. The redhead experimented a little bit, taking a good thwack at the wooden wall a few feet from her. The weapon cut through the material, light starting to stream in from the hole she had created. A slightly crazed light started to seep into Chris' eyes, however she stopped herself from cutting up the whole place when she realized that it was rather hot and humid outside. She didn't want her room to be filled with that disguising warm air. Needless to say, the girl preferred the cold.
Turning on her heel, Chris wandered out of her room. She checked a few of the others, even entering one other girl's room and shaking her, but they all seemed to be pretty heavily sedated still. That was disappointing. "I wonder if they would stay asleep if I cut them up..." The redhead muttered to herself, giggling quietly and sounding vaguely like a young child as she did so. Strangely innocent, considering the actual meaning of her words. She did recognize that now was probably not the time, however, instead continuing to wander through the small house she had found herself in. Soon she found a small map that seemed to signal the layout of what was titled the 'TEAM BASE'.
There seemed to be three main sections to the base. She was in one of the two dorms, and then there was one main area. Shrugging, Chris oriented herself quickly before bursting outside to find the main area. She sighed at the sight of the few flights of stairs she would have to go down to get to the ground, before eyeing the staircase's railing. "Whoop!" She was screaming a moment later, sliding down the rail at a surprisingly fast pace and probably waking up anybody whose sedatives were starting to wear off. As well as any other living creatures around the place, a few birds were unsettled and burst into the sky while she yelled.
Stumbling into the main lodge, Chris found herself in what seemed to be a lounge of some sort. Swinging her scythe over her shoulder, she moved towards a board that seemed to have a listing of names on it.
Black Team
Leader: Ike Dahl
Deputy: Alexandra Cross
Strategist: Matthias Jonavan Northe
Scouts: Branden Almaraz, Astrid Keegan, Fah Christajoon
Warriors: Christina Rhodes, Lauren Jennings, Nikolai Arkaden Luzchezke, Kieran Wells, Kyle Lane
Chris wondered idly whether or not she should be insulted that she wasn't the leader. She quickly decided that she wasn't. As a warrior she would get a lot more chances to chop things up anyway. A light started to shine in the redhead's eyes again and she started to giggle once more. "Fun, fun, fun." She laughed, falling back onto a couch and studying her scythe as she waited for the others to arrive.
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