[Event] Battle Royale: Introduction

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Who: Johan Liebert, Belial, and everyone who signed up here.
Where: Inside the TV.
When: Tuesday night.
Summary: In which our heroes learn of their plight.
Rating: R
Other: Refer to this post for information. Remember to respond to your name during roll call so you can receive your weapon. You can do that before the main thread is finished

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Main Thread

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Main Thread

[stainedecstasy]

The first thing that one may notice as the flickering and wavering image of the demon that walked across the room was the pale hands that cupped slender fingers to clasp over one another -- it was a repetitive rhythm of slow, golf, clapping that echoed through the small dull and dim-lighted classroom. The only light that shed through the room was that of the outside sky, blaring in bright yellow with a saturated hue that would cast a color of toxins throughout the small room. And the demon let her lips quirk upwards, because such a sigh to see before hir was, indeed, the start of a perfect performance filled with Marionettes and hirself with Johan as the operators for the orchestra that was to unravel itself

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A pre-recorded video flickered to life on the screen. The man who appeared there would be familiar to every one of them: Senator Johan Liebert, a man who had made his name by standing up for goodness and justice and freedom in a city filled with corruption. He smiled serenely, the same way every politician smiled when delivering a public service announcement. But this would be no ordinary message.

"Welcome, everyone," he began, his voice soft and gentle, "to Battle Royale. You all have the fortune to participate in an extremely rare event. Before we begin, I want to stress how important it is that you pay attention to the rules. Your lives will literally depend upon it.

"You've all been selected by lottery to participate in this game, but there can be only one winner at the end." There's a pause. His smile brightens just subtly. "You can only win if everyone else is dead."

[waitingfora]

His hand lightly brushed across his face before pressing against the side of his head, just where it felt like his headache was throbbing the worst. What's going on? Yosuke slowly opened his eyes to see that his face was pressed against a desk. His first rational thought was that he had fallen asleep whist in class and instantly felt his face turn red. He wondered if anyone saw him and slapped to attention, before realizing that he wasn't in class. At least, any class that recognized.

"Where?" Looking around for a moment, the hand against his head soon came over his mouth as he felt he was gagging on the air in the room. "What's that--?" The word died in his throat as he saw who had walked into the classroom. What is she doing here?! He took a few steps back, trying to get as far away from her as he could. His hand tightened around the front of his shirt as his other remained pressed against his face, looking for a way out and trying to remember what had happened. He'd been kidnapped, that much was sure. By her? Why? It seemed as

Roll Call

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"#1 - Tohru Adachi."

Re: Roll Call

[cabbagecop]

It had to be a joke, right? This all had to be some kind of sick joke. There was no way that Adachi was hearing his name being called for some sort of murder game. This was police training or something, nothing more than that.

But at the same time... if it were real, if it weren't a joke... this was his chance to finally be himself, wasn't it? To show all the rest of the idiots of the world their proper places. He had always wanted a chance to fire a real gun at a real person. Hell, that was why he had even become a cop.

Most likely, it was all some sort of joke. And if it wasn't... this was the best day of Adachi's life.

He forced down the grin that was threatening to show itself, trying to make himself look terrified instead as he stepped forward. "Y-you know, I am a police o-officer..."

Roll Call

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"#2 - Seras Victoria."

Re: Roll Call

[lamiaunderlaw]

Seras had stayed quiet throughout the introduction, managing to listen only barely as her body was in shock. Why? Because she was breathing. It was a such a shock she felt literally dazed, even in the wake of being drugged (how on earth did you drug a vampire?) and brought her. Her heart was thudding away in her chest in an entirely mortal fashion, bringing her to place her hand on her chest for a moment before snapping her head up as her name was called

Roll Call

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"#3 - Kyouya Hibari."

Roll Call

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"#4 - Superbi Squalo."

[notolddamnit]

Squalo growled, annoyance growing as he took conscience of his surroundings. For a moment, it was aimless annoyance, but it quickly distilled into something very, very specific.

Firstly, because he'd been caught off guard and overpowered. That alone was enough to annoy him, but then the fact he took in his surroundings and found himself in the middle of what looked like a really, really tacky prank got his teeth grinding.

Then they actually told him what the whole thing was about.

Squalo thought he was taking it rather well, considering he wasn't screeching or throwing a chair, though it was probably because the sight of Johan had his brain short cutting.

In the midst of spluttering in his brain - though his expression probably said as much - Squalo had a single, dark and wry thought: It's not fucking paranoia if the man is a fucking psychotic asshole.

The sound of his name brought him relatively back to his senses, though, and he snarled ferally, eyes flashing angrily.

"VOOOII, the fuck you want?"