Yoko Shimzuki (D6-D7-C7) Nothing ever seems easy.
(OOC: I am soo sorry if this seems rush or crap or both :S XD. If their is any problems then let me know and I am sorry for doing this Oscar but gd luck :( :D)
The shape of a person appeared from out of a nearby alleyway holding a obscure object that resembled a large firing device in their grip.
Her body shook uncontrollably on the edge of the armchair as the image on the screen zoomed in rapidly onto the figure to identify a girl. Her eyes seemed cold and distracted with a sullen expression but her body movements were alerted and steady as she looked in both directions swiftly before continuing to walk along the pavement.
Nozomi Shimzuki knew who it was without even looking at her. Each student had their own individual program so all she had to do was find the one she was after and then you can watch they every move from camera's that had supposedly been installed all over the location.
Why Yoko...? Why did you... kill without no mercy? Without no conscience? Without no...
Her eyes stung with more tears as she watched her daughter on the television screen calmly continued to walk in a most revealing and inappropriate skirt that she had never seen her wear before in her life.
She couldn't understand how out of all the classes in the entire country, her Yoko's class was chosen to participate in The Program. No-one could stand up against it, no-one could escape it. Only one lives to tell the tale.
Only one lives...?
The muscles in her legs and arms shook violently. Suddenly, her body collapsed forwards into a heap onto the carpet in front of the television set and wept. Her howls was slightly concealed against the rough fabric and multiple lines liquid ran down her pale cheeks slowly before reaching her chin then dripped off the end and dissolved into her thick black dress.
Why must it be this way!? How can we stand aside and let our children be murdered by other children!? How can we just accept that these children have to become murderers in order to live!? Has the world gone insane or are we just pure savages!?
Her sobs turned into feeble hiccups but her breathing began to return to a almost steady pace. Her chest rose up then back down with each small intake of air she took before opening her eyes down upon the patterns embroiled into the carpet's form.
"Why should our children deserve to die for a government insanity? Why isn't it the parents who should suffer the consequences of our mistakes? Why don't I have the power to protect my only daughter?"
Nozomi only just realized then that she had just in fact spoken out loud. Taking another deep breathe, Nozomi lifted herself back into the armchair, her eyes trying avoid the temptation of looking at the screen but instead pondered the many unanswered questions.
The more she tried to think about it, the more confusing and obscure it was to figure out. A loud voice that sounded like it was coming out of a speaker blared the room but still Nozomi didn't look up.
Yoko Shimzuki...Sixteen year old girl and yet...Ki-killed three children...Boys...Yoko a killer, a murderer. Is she, my daughter, really capable of that?
All those times Yoko came home she never showed any indication that they was something wrong that was troubling her. It could be perhaps there wasn't actually anything that was on her mind of any importance but now, for some strange reason, she couldn't believe that. She spoke of no friends or at least, any acquittance's at school but that didn't seem to be the case in her opinion. It had to be something that deeply disturbed her.
There had to be something mentally wrong in order to have a almost clear conscience over murder. Of course, their could be the possibility of that they had in fact gone insane to actually think of their own actions but she could just instantly tell her daughter hasn't gone crazy by her behavior. Just...
Just what though?
Nozomi wiped away at her cheeks with trembling fingertips and pulled out a slightly crumpled piece of white tissue. The tissue was rough and ragged against her face but Nozomi continued to tab before returning it back into her pocket. As her fingers dug downwards,suddenly she felt something smooth. Pulling out the mysterious object, Nozomi turned it towards her and gasped as she turned it over to reveal a colorful picture.
Her daughter and son sat together in a field in the middle of spring under a cherry tree, their faces holding innocent smiles with eyes full of glee as they posed for the photograph.
Yoko,Kyo...What has happened to you both? Where has your innocence gone?
What have I done wrong, please tell me?
Then she heard rapid fire.
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"Good afternoon, one and all."
Yoko halted her movement near the corner of the first street and instantly whipped out the map along with the class checklist from her supplied bag (struggling at first to reach them with her school uniform tucked in the way) before settling herself down on the side of the pavement and listening carefully but staying alerted, her rifle laid on her lap within very easy reach.
"I've been doing some number crunching, and on average you need to kill four students every six hours to head home. As things stand at the moment, you are all slightly under par. Congratulations on keeping up, but don't let things slip. I'm watching all of you..."
Yoko shuddered at the thought of that obsessive bitch staring at her every move but soon dismissed it. After all, it was expected. She knew about how the game worked, well at least part of it, and it was quite obvious from the many cameras she seen installed around the area that they was much more people watching. Much more people.
Especially one certain person...fucker.
"Three more for the scrapheap. And what an interesting mix they are!"
Three!? Well, that's great considering I know who one of them is...
"Boy #21, Matsuo Minami!
Exactly.
Boy #24, Hideaki Yuasa!
Girl #23, Raina Yoshizawa!"
Yoko simply crossed off the remaining names and sighed. Just another two.
The pace didn't seem to be going well. It seemed the further into the game you go, the less people that go until nearer the end. It was just that point of realization when it came near to endgame that some of the class know's that they would have to kill if they wanted to live and carry on with their sad pathetic lives. However...
No-one deserves it more than me. I mean no-one.
"Heh, looks like those boys couldn't walk the walk after all. Still, not to worry.... plenty of competition out there."
Well, we soon see, only time can tell although their's really no point when you got me about.
"Zones! Zones! Listen for your zones!
A8!
F3!
B5!
B3!
Keep rolling on, boys and girls. Speak in six; over and out."
The speaker crackled then stopped reducing everything back to it's original state - tense.
Yoko marked down the rest of the danger zones without too much concern, mostly because none of them was close to her location, and then studied the map once again.
Judging by the many stops she took and how far she traveled, Yoko guessed she was coming close to C7 but was still just in zone D7. She didn't need a compass to tell her this (she actually found compasses pathetic and confusing), she had always had a very good sense of direction so it came in useful.
The sun high in the sky also indicated that she didn't actually have to use a watch but the report gave it away that it was about noon now on day two.
Dosen't time fly when your having fun, as they say. Although I wish it was done in a less exhausting and frustrating way. Can't have it all by the look of it can we?
Yoko had spent hours around in D6 looking through the houses for any students that might have been camping out in any of them but no such luck at all. She haven't even managed to find a lighter, or at least matches, which she was desperate to get her hands on. After all, it has almost been two days and a half without a fag so it wouldn't come as a surprise that her cravings was now kicking in more then ever.
Yoko dug her teeth deep into the dried loaf of bread and began to chew slowly with disgust before allowing herself to swallow it down. She even tried looking for decent appetizing food inside most of the houses but it was either out of date, rotting or just simply revolting so the only supplies she had to put up with was the three loaves of bread until something better came along. Or at least find something that could make the bread more tasty.
Taking a deep breath and shaking her hair slightly, Yoko put the remaining items back into her bag and stood up, the rifle back firmly in her grasp.
Yoko decided that it would be best to check the Car Dealership for a lighter and other students. After all, it seemed a good place to hide in with all the cars, it was likely to use some sort of fuel and it seemed a better choice than the nearby Town Hall which she decided against immediately.
Her footsteps began to move at a faster pace as she saw the distinctive shape of the car showroom in the distance (which must mean she had now entered C7). Weaving between the paths and houses, Yoko looked around the corner at the edge of the street and grinned as she saw the entrance only a few feet away.
Oh, here I-!?
Blip.
Blip.
Yoko stopped between the two apartments where a bright red bicycle was parked and looked around quickly by the sudden odd sound.
Blip blip.
A sudden unknown shape moved out the corner of her right side which she instantly twisted her body, her gun raised to her shoulders. Her expression was slightly surprised but remained un-quivered as a face of a girl was looking straight at her with a smile, her hair slightly messy but her posture feminine and relaxed.
"Ah...The slag Kaoru appears!"
Kaoru Ishibashi didn't respond but grinned as in humor as the pistol in her right hand raised up sharply.
But Yoko had however already pulled the trigger tightly by then.
(Vote! Does Yoko Shimzuki fail, wound or kill Kaoru Ishibashi?)
(Time is 6:20BST!)
The shape of a person appeared from out of a nearby alleyway holding a obscure object that resembled a large firing device in their grip.
Her body shook uncontrollably on the edge of the armchair as the image on the screen zoomed in rapidly onto the figure to identify a girl. Her eyes seemed cold and distracted with a sullen expression but her body movements were alerted and steady as she looked in both directions swiftly before continuing to walk along the pavement.
Nozomi Shimzuki knew who it was without even looking at her. Each student had their own individual program so all she had to do was find the one she was after and then you can watch they every move from camera's that had supposedly been installed all over the location.
Why Yoko...? Why did you... kill without no mercy? Without no conscience? Without no...
Her eyes stung with more tears as she watched her daughter on the television screen calmly continued to walk in a most revealing and inappropriate skirt that she had never seen her wear before in her life.
She couldn't understand how out of all the classes in the entire country, her Yoko's class was chosen to participate in The Program. No-one could stand up against it, no-one could escape it. Only one lives to tell the tale.
Only one lives...?
The muscles in her legs and arms shook violently. Suddenly, her body collapsed forwards into a heap onto the carpet in front of the television set and wept. Her howls was slightly concealed against the rough fabric and multiple lines liquid ran down her pale cheeks slowly before reaching her chin then dripped off the end and dissolved into her thick black dress.
Why must it be this way!? How can we stand aside and let our children be murdered by other children!? How can we just accept that these children have to become murderers in order to live!? Has the world gone insane or are we just pure savages!?
Her sobs turned into feeble hiccups but her breathing began to return to a almost steady pace. Her chest rose up then back down with each small intake of air she took before opening her eyes down upon the patterns embroiled into the carpet's form.
"Why should our children deserve to die for a government insanity? Why isn't it the parents who should suffer the consequences of our mistakes? Why don't I have the power to protect my only daughter?"
Nozomi only just realized then that she had just in fact spoken out loud. Taking another deep breathe, Nozomi lifted herself back into the armchair, her eyes trying avoid the temptation of looking at the screen but instead pondered the many unanswered questions.
The more she tried to think about it, the more confusing and obscure it was to figure out. A loud voice that sounded like it was coming out of a speaker blared the room but still Nozomi didn't look up.
Yoko Shimzuki...Sixteen year old girl and yet...Ki-killed three children...Boys...Yoko a killer, a murderer. Is she, my daughter, really capable of that?
All those times Yoko came home she never showed any indication that they was something wrong that was troubling her. It could be perhaps there wasn't actually anything that was on her mind of any importance but now, for some strange reason, she couldn't believe that. She spoke of no friends or at least, any acquittance's at school but that didn't seem to be the case in her opinion. It had to be something that deeply disturbed her.
There had to be something mentally wrong in order to have a almost clear conscience over murder. Of course, their could be the possibility of that they had in fact gone insane to actually think of their own actions but she could just instantly tell her daughter hasn't gone crazy by her behavior. Just...
Just what though?
Nozomi wiped away at her cheeks with trembling fingertips and pulled out a slightly crumpled piece of white tissue. The tissue was rough and ragged against her face but Nozomi continued to tab before returning it back into her pocket. As her fingers dug downwards,suddenly she felt something smooth. Pulling out the mysterious object, Nozomi turned it towards her and gasped as she turned it over to reveal a colorful picture.
Her daughter and son sat together in a field in the middle of spring under a cherry tree, their faces holding innocent smiles with eyes full of glee as they posed for the photograph.
Yoko,Kyo...What has happened to you both? Where has your innocence gone?
What have I done wrong, please tell me?
Then she heard rapid fire.
*********************************************************************************************************************
"Good afternoon, one and all."
Yoko halted her movement near the corner of the first street and instantly whipped out the map along with the class checklist from her supplied bag (struggling at first to reach them with her school uniform tucked in the way) before settling herself down on the side of the pavement and listening carefully but staying alerted, her rifle laid on her lap within very easy reach.
"I've been doing some number crunching, and on average you need to kill four students every six hours to head home. As things stand at the moment, you are all slightly under par. Congratulations on keeping up, but don't let things slip. I'm watching all of you..."
Yoko shuddered at the thought of that obsessive bitch staring at her every move but soon dismissed it. After all, it was expected. She knew about how the game worked, well at least part of it, and it was quite obvious from the many cameras she seen installed around the area that they was much more people watching. Much more people.
Especially one certain person...fucker.
"Three more for the scrapheap. And what an interesting mix they are!"
Three!? Well, that's great considering I know who one of them is...
"Boy #21, Matsuo Minami!
Exactly.
Boy #24, Hideaki Yuasa!
Girl #23, Raina Yoshizawa!"
Yoko simply crossed off the remaining names and sighed. Just another two.
The pace didn't seem to be going well. It seemed the further into the game you go, the less people that go until nearer the end. It was just that point of realization when it came near to endgame that some of the class know's that they would have to kill if they wanted to live and carry on with their sad pathetic lives. However...
No-one deserves it more than me. I mean no-one.
"Heh, looks like those boys couldn't walk the walk after all. Still, not to worry.... plenty of competition out there."
Well, we soon see, only time can tell although their's really no point when you got me about.
"Zones! Zones! Listen for your zones!
A8!
F3!
B5!
B3!
Keep rolling on, boys and girls. Speak in six; over and out."
The speaker crackled then stopped reducing everything back to it's original state - tense.
Yoko marked down the rest of the danger zones without too much concern, mostly because none of them was close to her location, and then studied the map once again.
Judging by the many stops she took and how far she traveled, Yoko guessed she was coming close to C7 but was still just in zone D7. She didn't need a compass to tell her this (she actually found compasses pathetic and confusing), she had always had a very good sense of direction so it came in useful.
The sun high in the sky also indicated that she didn't actually have to use a watch but the report gave it away that it was about noon now on day two.
Dosen't time fly when your having fun, as they say. Although I wish it was done in a less exhausting and frustrating way. Can't have it all by the look of it can we?
Yoko had spent hours around in D6 looking through the houses for any students that might have been camping out in any of them but no such luck at all. She haven't even managed to find a lighter, or at least matches, which she was desperate to get her hands on. After all, it has almost been two days and a half without a fag so it wouldn't come as a surprise that her cravings was now kicking in more then ever.
Yoko dug her teeth deep into the dried loaf of bread and began to chew slowly with disgust before allowing herself to swallow it down. She even tried looking for decent appetizing food inside most of the houses but it was either out of date, rotting or just simply revolting so the only supplies she had to put up with was the three loaves of bread until something better came along. Or at least find something that could make the bread more tasty.
Taking a deep breath and shaking her hair slightly, Yoko put the remaining items back into her bag and stood up, the rifle back firmly in her grasp.
Yoko decided that it would be best to check the Car Dealership for a lighter and other students. After all, it seemed a good place to hide in with all the cars, it was likely to use some sort of fuel and it seemed a better choice than the nearby Town Hall which she decided against immediately.
Her footsteps began to move at a faster pace as she saw the distinctive shape of the car showroom in the distance (which must mean she had now entered C7). Weaving between the paths and houses, Yoko looked around the corner at the edge of the street and grinned as she saw the entrance only a few feet away.
Oh, here I-!?
Blip.
Blip.
Yoko stopped between the two apartments where a bright red bicycle was parked and looked around quickly by the sudden odd sound.
Blip blip.
A sudden unknown shape moved out the corner of her right side which she instantly twisted her body, her gun raised to her shoulders. Her expression was slightly surprised but remained un-quivered as a face of a girl was looking straight at her with a smile, her hair slightly messy but her posture feminine and relaxed.
"Ah...The slag Kaoru appears!"
Kaoru Ishibashi didn't respond but grinned as in humor as the pistol in her right hand raised up sharply.
But Yoko had however already pulled the trigger tightly by then.
(Vote! Does Yoko Shimzuki fail, wound or kill Kaoru Ishibashi?)
(Time is 6:20BST!)