The Cell
 

((Always Accepting))

You awake in a cell. There are no windows and the door has thick bars on it. If you look past the bars you can see a hallway. Along the hallway is bared doors like yours. You can see shadows from some of the rooms. Other people are trapped here.

1. All Menewsha's rules apply here. If you are found breaking them, a moderator will be notified.

2. This is a fighting story. When you pair up you will need to talk to your opponent and work out a fight.


3. Please, no harassment, flamming, spamming and posting not related to the story.

4. I shall post the character Setup in the next post,please create a character and post it in the thread. You can add what else you like just don't god mode it.

5. Fighting will happen. Make sure all animosity is in character only. ((Use OOC brackets and tell a joke if you think your getting people upset. =P))

6. Gore is a possibility. Keep it PG on the sexual content though.

7. If you are going to be absent for a day or more write your character somewhere out of the main storyline temporarily.

You will get free, keep that in mind. You are to setup waking suddenly in a cell and your gear if any is not on you. Your just wearing your clothing.

If you have any powers they are temporarily diminished. They will return to normal when the story kicks off. Please no invincibility or immunity of any kind. Resistances are ok.

The Sheet
 

Username:
Name:
Age:

Weapons:
Powers:
Fighting Style:

Appearance:

Background:

Username: Zyzyx Qyzyx
Name: Herrix
Age: 46

Weapons: 99mm Pistol, Hunting Knife
Powers: Enhanced Agility and Strength, Resistance to Mind Powers (Effect to be known upon use.)
Fighting Style: Brawling

Appearance: Herrix is a big man. He stands at Six Foot Two Inches tall. His eyes are almost black and his head is shaved. His various scars and bruises mark him as a survivor. His thick corded muscles aren't covered by a shirt and he is wearing faded blue jeans with a pair of army boots.

Background: He has spent several years in the "games". As the current champion he now gets to walk the compound free. He usually spends his time checking out the new meat.

I will wait a few days before I begin. Just to get a few people in.

Username: Remaro
Name: Mara

Weapons: She's against guns so fights with two swords, one longer than the other for extra reach, the shorter one for a closer killing.
Powers: Overly enhanced senses and speed.
Fighting Style: She does both hand to hand combat and all types of sword fighting from cutlass to fencing.

Appearance: Mara has a slight figure, both small in height and weight. She has short hair, cut to just brush her shoulders. It's a light chestnut brown with streaks of a darker brown in it. Her skin is pale and she has piercing blue eyes. A scar runs down the right side of face from her cheek to the bottom of her jaw.

Background: Mara has only just arrived, the scar is from something in her past she doesn't like discussing. She learnt sword fighting from her father as well as fist fighting.

Pacing the hallway of the "untestested", as the guards call it, Herrix looks into each cell. "Rise and shine fresh meat! It's time to meet your new life!" He returns to pacing the hallway. "Welcome to the worst place in the world! Your here because of the Arena Watchman liked your style! This is your new life, so get used to it! If you have any ideas of escaping..." Herrix seems to get upset here. "Just get those thoughts out of your head right now! This is your life now, until you die or you kill me! Your first set of matches will be non-lethal of course! You will then get a series of matches against various wild and dangerous animals, then, the matches will become real and you will fight or die!" Reaching the end of the hallway he opens the door, "Now get some rest fresh meat! You never know when the matches will begin!"

She had been woken up by a booming voice telling 'fresh meat' to 'rise and shine'. Groaning slightly the small appearing girl clutched her head where a patch of dried blood had formed. The last thing Mara remembered was hearing someone behind her in that should have been empty street. She also vaguely remembered turning round and a sudden burst of pain and sparkling stars before everything became black. Now she slowly dragged herself forwards to the bars of her windowless cell, clutching them as she gazed out, watching the yelling man walk past.
"Heh, why not start me off with a real match! Honestly, I'm not some weakling." She smirked, concealing a wince as pain blossomed again in her head, throbbing slightly.

Username: Zyzyx Qyzyx
Name: Speaker
Age: N/A

Weapons: Wall Mounted Turret
Powers: None
Fighting Style: Targeting System

Appearance: Metal box on the wall with a mounted gun underneath it.

Background: Its a wall speaker. Has been its whole existence.

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Username: Zyzyx Qyzyx
Name: Ben
Age: 28

Weapons: Butterfly Knife
Powers: Enhanced Evasion
Fighting Style: Knife Fighting

Appearance: A young punk wearing over sized clothing. He has blond hair with frosted tips and is wearing a baggy pair of pants, brand new sneakers, and an undershirt.

Background: A cold and ruthless man he is part of the east street gang. One day he got jumped by some thugs from an opposing gang and he killed them all in one furious stroke of luck. The same time he killed them he was being watched...

Username: traditionalblasphemy
Name: Blasphemer
Age: 22

Weapons: Trusty Old Scythe.
Powers: Minor Flight and Enhanced Speed
Fighting Style: Jumpy, Hand to Hand and See How Many Pieces You Can Cut It Into

Appearance: Blasphemer [is one of my alter egos] is a strange form of gryphon. She appears mostly human, with the exception of her three tails, two of which are long bird-like feathers and the third, in the middle, is lionish. She has black/purple wings that she usually keeps folded back. She keeps her hair cut short, to jaw length and it stays a permanent retina searing pink. She prefers small, tight shirts and huge baggy pants.

Background: Blasphemer grew up being the social outcast. For many years she went out of her way to not be noticed and then decided "if they wanna notice me, I'll give them something to notice" and went entirely outside the box of 'normal'. Her years spent as the social outcast have gifted her with both compassion and snarky sarcasm. She's slow to trust people but is deathly loyal once she does.

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Blasphemer growled annoyedly in her cell at the voice and stared out at the speaker coldly with orange-brown eyes. She sneered at him and pushed herself upright, making her way to her feet, wandering over to the bars. She draped her thin arms through them and peered at the speaker. "Heh, don't suppose there's anyway to escape with good looks huh?" The comment was full of sarcasm and dry humor.

((As Ben - Keep in mind he is just fodder. Also he's a jerk. =P))

"Man he ain't nothin! Ill take him on any day man!" Looking at the gryphon girls cage, "Whoa! What are you!? Some side show freak? Man I ain't done nothin! Let me outta here!"

((Speaker))

*Static* Round one will commence in a few minutes. Opponents to be announced before the match.

((I'll set up the match in a day or two. Lets see if we can get more people in.))

Blasphemer sneered at the kid who called her a sideshow freak. "Yes, that's EXACTLY what I am." She rolled her eyes. "I'm a gryphon you twonk, didn't you ever read a fairy tale as a kid? Jesus." She scowled and dropped her head onto her arms, peering out the bars. She didn't even twitch when the speaker crackled into life.

[Aye, T'would be good.]

((A mock character for each person who enters the game.))

Username: Zyzyx Qyzyx
Name: Relgis
Age: 246

Weapons: Claws (Poisoned)
Powers: Thick Hide
Fighting Style: Brutal Rending

Appearance: Reglis stands at Seven Foot Five Inches. His skin is thick and green with long scales covering his body. He wears a small wrap of some dead animal across his waist. His face is purely reptilian and his teeth are yellow and long.

Background: Reglis is from a species native to a home planet extremely close to it's sun. As a result he is used to harsh and unforgiving territory. He is the most brutal and vicious of his tribe and was about to become its leader until the Watchmen saw the fight for dominance.

((Reglis))

Hissing unintelligibly the giant lizard man grabs the cage bars and starts rattling them violently. If he is speaking you have no idea what he's saying. The hammering continues for a bit until you hear the hissing sound of a small door opening. A dull thunk can be heard from his cage followed by a hiss like snoring.

Blasphemer flinched slightly at the man and hissed back at him, sticking her thumbs behind her ears and waving her fingers at him. She kicked one of her heavily booted feet at the bars of her own cage, rattling them. "AH SHUT UP!"

{Oh lord, is he intended for Blas here? That'll be funny to watch and RP LMAO}

She glanced up, watching the other....Strange people who had been taken it seemed.
"Honestly don't you know the meaning of quiet?" She spoke coldly to them, watching them as her hair flicked across her face in that annoying way it did. She barely flinched at the sound of the speakers, pausing long enough to glance up at it before looking away at the others again. The hand holding the side of her head had discovered that blood caked the right side of her face, but it was simply dried and not part of a wound at all, the actual injury small and near the top of her head. Mara was in a bad mood already, first she was knocked out, then when she woke up she had a blazing headache, THEN she'd discovered her two swords were missing, all building up to a dark mood ready to lash out any second.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you to mind your own business?" She snapped back at Mara, before returning to laying her head against her arms, peering out of the bars boredly.

((Speaker))

*static* First round established. Designate Mara versus Designate Ben. Imitation weapons have been set in the arena. *static*

The cell doors open for the two contestants and an energy shield goes down to seperate them. At the end of each hallway the doors slide open and a guard steps out of each of them.
In the other cells a video screen appears on the blank wall opposite of the barred door. On the screen is a commercial for some sort of weapon, it looks like a black market affair.

((Ben))

"Pft, this will be over quick." He says as he struts to his enterance.

((PM me Remaro for the fight info, If there is some sort of live chat in Menewsha let me know. I dont get most chats at work *They're disabled*))

She turned to the girl who snapped at her and smirked.
"Actually no she was killed off 'fore she could teach me a thing." She answered calmly, glancing up again at the sound of static and and words from the speaker. With a quick sigh she used the wall to pull herself up, not willing to use any energy in moving.
"Too easy, he's mince meat." She muttered to herself, striding out calmly with her hands in her pockets.

Blasphemer scowled at her. "Well then let me teach you. MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS." She shoved away from the bars, all three tails swishing irritably. She did not like being caged, literally or figuratively. It brought out the animal in her like nothing else. It also made the animal very, very angry.

The screens in the caged rooms change to an arena. Thousands of beings line the stadium ranging from human to completely alien. The screen zooms in on a fight that breaks out in the stands between a creature resembling living granite and a many tentacled stalk. They become separated by a large mechanical floating drone forcefully. The tentacled creature losing some tentacles in the process.

Stepping out into the ring, Ben does some flips and raises his arms. The din of the crowd roars at the impending match, Ben of course thinks it's all for him. His shouting is drowned out by the sound of the crowd but you can tell none of what he is saying is good. Walking to the center pillar he takes out what first appears to be his knife but instead of a sharp metal blade it has a purple one. He then begins an intricate series of flourishes with the blade. Then he tries to grab the sword. His arm is shocked by an electric field he hops back howling in pain.

((Speaker))
*static* You will take only your weapon. Another infraction like that and you will be recycled.

((Ben))
Stammering a bit he begins to understand this is not a game. "R-r-recycled? What the hell does that mean!?"

She had followed him out in silence, pausing only to glare at the strange looking girl. Well, she was pretty sure it was a girl. Mara stopped, watching Ben doing a series of flips, yelling random words. It made her smirk, his little display, not that it was impressing, more like amusing to her. She followed after him, getting a some what quieter responce from the audience when they turned to look at her silent form. Arriving at the center pillar, Mara was in time to see Ben try and grab a sword, then hear the speaker's warning.
"Hey! I fight with two blades or I don't fight at all!" She yelled before reaching to grab at the same time two blades that loked similar to her own weapons. However the metal was purple instead of a silvery shean colour and they felt lighter than her twin swords, though one was longer and thinner than the other, the shorter one fairly thick. As she snatched the hilts of the blades Mara closed her eyes, waiting for any sort of pain to come.
"Obviously it means the same thing it normally means, just put us in the place of rubbish." She answered coldly Ben's question, still waiting for any possible pain.

((Ben))

"Please girly, you cant possibly think you can beat me. This fight will be over soon, I hope the audience isn't disappointed when I mop the floor up with your face cute face." He smiles cruelly and makes kissing noises while holding up his knife.

((Speaker))

*static* The fight will begin now!

((Ben))

Ben lunges with his knife aiming at Mara's throat. "Like I said! Quick!"

Blasphemer peered back at the other girl. It was an intense stare, but it wasn't cold. She begrudged herself to wish the woman good luck before retiring to sitting against the wall in the back of her cell, humming The Cure to herself.

She was rightfully annoyed by that. They had taken her cd player and cds when they picked her up for this nonsense. Music was practically her blood.

She threw back a disgusted look at his comment.
"You should watch your words, they may come back to haunt you." She answered as calmly as she could, stepping away from the pillar and swinging the two blades around her head. It wasn't for show, more for checking balance. When the speakers declared the battle started she stilled her weapons, shifting into a crouched position. Ben attacked suddenly, somehting that mildly surprised Mara. If it had been her she would have waited a little longer, but no matter. She flicked her blade up, blocking his attack. She jerked the blade sideways to either push him off balance or to make him loose the weapon, either one worked for her. As she did she stabbed one blade into the ground, using it to push off, and aimed a savage kick at Ben. At the same time her hand slipped slightly in its grip. This meant if the kick hit or missed, she would loose balance and probably hit the ground hard.

From her cell Blasphemer could hear the entire fight and she scowled, pacing the length of the small cage. The animal in her wanted to rage at this cage and break free. Her wings shifted irritably behind her back and she kicked at the bars hard with one of her heavily booted feet.

((Ben))

As he lunged Ben's weapon flew wide as Mara blocked the jab and flicked her wrist, losing his grip the knife jumped out of his hand and landed on the ground. "What!?" He exclaimed in astonishment. Dodging to the opposite side of Mara's kick Ben danced a few steps away "Man, that was my good knife!" Raising his hands up in a boxing pose he slides back and forth on his toes. "Come on girly girl, that was a lucky shot!"

The crowed roars as Ben is disarmed and Mara's kick missed.

((Reglis))

The lizard man stirs in his cage. Some mumbled hissing can be clearly heard. From a box on the wall next to his cell the translation comes, "What in the sand god's desert is going on?" Leaping to his feet he lunges at the box not understanding what it's saying. His sharp steel like claws rend at the metal uselessly for a few seconds before he calms down. He hisses again only for the translation to back out of the box, "Cursed shelled beast, where am I?" Again he lunges at the box but with a little more undterstanding, He tests out the box by reciting some phrases. "It speaks for me in another language? What is this place, It is so cold."