♠ HORROR GAMES ♠

What would you do for a million dollars?

Every year the small town of Hormell hosts a huge extravaganza where millions of people all over the world watch this televised event. An event where 10 teenagers from the ages of fourteen to eighteen fight to the death. These five girls, and five boys will be partnered with one of the opposite sex and then thrown into a large old home with no way out. And with only weapons and each other, they must win the games by killing everyone but themselves. Previous years the teens have tried to band together and not kill each other, but there are creatures in the home called hunters. The hunters are previous players of the games that have died. Once you die, you never leave the home again. You are forever a hunter. Your only job is to hunt the teens while their trying to kill each other.

The ten teens come from anywhere in the world and are knocked out, blindfolded, and then put in a random room of the house along with their partner in the games. There can be as many hunters as possible to keep them from winning, but the hunters don't come out of hiding until the third day. Remember, its kill or be killed. The winner gets a million dollars and a ticket to freedom. So once again I ask...what would you do for a million dollars?

Summary:

Kay, just in case you don't understand what I mean.. here's the basics. Five guys, Five girls, One mansion. Each boy is partnered with one girl, put in a random room with a random weapon and then when they wake up in that strange room a speaker will go off telling them that the Horror has begun. Thats their cue to wander around the mansion and explore. And to kill if they see anyone else. The winner gets fame and fortune, while the losers stay in the house as hunters forever. For the next game, and the next game, and the next game until theres never a game again. Then the hunters will probably be destroyed.

Girl Spots taken: 5/5 Last girl is reserved.
Boy spots taken: 5/5
Hunters taken: 4/ ?

Entry For The Games:

My Name, you ask? [COLOR="your color"](name)[/color]
The calendar doesn't lie. I was born on  [COLOR="your color"](birthdate)[/COLOR]
Yikes, I guess I'm getting up there. I'm [COLOR="your color"](age)[/COLOR]
I'm sorry you couldn't see, but I'm a [COLOR="your color"](gender)[/COLOR]
Let me tell you a little about myself... [COLOR="your color"](Biography. Optional.)[/COLOR]
Why do you want the money [COLOR="your color"]((If your a hunter leave this out!))[/COLOR]
Where are you from? [COLOR="your color"]((It can be anywhere.))[/COLOR]
Mirror, mirror, on the wall. (picture here)

Accepted Contestants

My Name, you ask? Scarlett Andrews
The calendar doesn't lie. I was born on April 8th
Yikes, I guess I'm getting up there. I'm Seventeen
I'm sorry you couldn't see, but I'm a Female
Let me tell you a little about myself... I grew up in the small town of Hormell. I never once thought I would ever be put in the games, but here I am. Usually people our thankful that they've been chosen out of everyone to have a chance at winning the million dollars. But i'm not. I don't think i'll win.. but i'll try my best so that I can get home to my younger brother and my mother.
Why do you want the money Hmm. Good question. I think I want the money so that I can put my brother through college.
Where are you from? Hormell, Virginia
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

Originally Posted by Daeman35

Originally Posted by Esmme

My Name, you ask? Lex "L" Lanthrop
The calendar doesn't lie. I was born on May 6th
Yikes, I guess I'm getting up there. I'm 17
I'm sorry you couldn't see, but I'm a male.
Let me tell you a little about myself... I grew up in the city. My life has been nothing to complain about, other than the trouble I've gotten myself into. I don't hang out with the right crowds, don't get along with my family, and have never held a long-lasting relationship. Honestly, I don't really care. I do what I want, have fun, and then move on. There's something thrilling about living without the responsibilities of being the "good kid."
Why do you want the money? If I won the money, I would use it to save all the little kittens in the world, bring the US out of debt, and then build candy houses all throughout Alaska. Nah, I have no clue what I'd do with it.
Where are you from? San Fransisco, CA.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

Originally Posted by TheNewCSLewis

My Name, you ask? Adrian Conner
The calendar doesn't lie. I was born on September 11th
Yikes, I guess I'm getting up there. I'm 18
I'm sorry you couldn't see, but I'm a male
Let me tell you a little about myself... I only tell people who I trust about my dark past. I have yet to tell anybody, but I don't mind that fact.
Why do you want the money Might as well do something with my life, why not try for a butt load of money? Got nothing else to lose.
Where are you from? Originally London, England but I haven't had a real home since I was a very young boy, travel to wherever I have the best chances of surviving.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

Originally Posted by Esmme

My Name, you ask? Virgil Kostly.
The calendar doesn't lie. I was born on December 15th.
Yikes, I guess I'm getting up there. I'm 18
I'm sorry you couldn't see, but I'm a male.
Let me tell you a little about myself...
It was always thought that I was a werewolf's child. That can't be true; I'm a cat. I hate dogs. When I was young, I was used as a betting tool. I was a "pit fighter" of sorts: the kind of fodder that a betting man would toss into a pit in order to earn cash. I survived because I had to. From childhood I was raised to kill others, or at least survive. Now, I fight because I crave the excitement; I crave the bloodshed.
I've never been the friendly sort, and as I finally earned my own freedom from my "master," I found that I was little good at starting a new life.
Games are my realm. My life is centered around the need to survive and fight for money. My life is that of a criminal destined to be in trouble till the end of my days.
Why do you want the money? I want the money to pay the price on my head. I figure that if I can pay the authorities off, I can live without their constant scrutiny.
Where are you from? Somewhere in Canada, though I'm not sure. I traveled a lot with my former master.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

Originally Posted by Drexy4ever

My Name, you ask? Kiana Lené Carson.
The calendar doesn't lie. I was born on 11/2/95.
Yikes, I guess I'm getting up there. I'm 16.
I'm sorry you couldn't see, but I'm a female.
Let me tell you a little about myself... Kiana is from New Jersey, born and raised. When the show Jersey Shore came out, she was extremely excited to see something on tv so similar to her life. She loves music, and is in the middle of trying to find her big break in the biz. She sings R&B and she raps, too in her free time. She has never been one to be very good under pressure. Although, she has always been easily frustrated and easily angered and a decent fighter. How could she not be when she grew up in Jersey? Kiana speaks in the third person usually unless she's rapping, talking to a teacher, or nervous. Kiana just likes it that way.
Why do you want the money Kiana wants to use the money to make a couple of demos and get her music on the radio.
Where are you from? Monmouth, New Jersey, America.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

Originally Posted by Drexy4ever

My Name, you ask? Stan Roger Smith.
The calendar doesn't lie. I was born on 7/11/94.
Yikes, I guess I'm getting up there. I'm 17.
I'm sorry you couldn't see, but I'm a guy.
Let me tell you a little about myself... I was born and raised in Brooklyn, and I learned the hard way that a rep doesn't come easy. People say I gotta chip on my shoulder, but I say people just be trippin'. I rap, and I skate a little. I always know all the latest slang, and I love trippin' with proper people's brains just 'cause I know I can.
Why do you want the money So I can get some new shizit, and maybe buy myself some raw gear so my swagg can maximatize.
Where are you from? Like I said, I'm from Brooklyn, New York.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

Originally Posted by Gemini

My Name, you ask? Gemini Starr
The calendar doesn't lie. I was born on October 31st
Yikes, I guess I'm getting up there. I'm 16
I'm sorry you couldn't see, but I'm a Female
Let me tell you a little about myself... there's not much to say about Gemini.she was orphaned as an infant, and raised in a martial arts dojo.she is now the master of the dojo, since her master died and she knows all forms of martial arts.the dojo is old and losing students, so Gemini wants the money to fix up the place where she was raised.Gemini has no problem killing anyone for her home.
Where are you from? Japan, though her mother was Irish.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

Originally Posted by Ameika

My Name, you ask? Colt McAlister
The calendar doesn't lie. I was born on Friday the 13 in the month of May
Yikes, I guess I'm getting up there. I'm 18
I'm sorry you couldn't see, but I'm a Male
Let me tell you a little about myself... I am stone cold country by the grace of God. Born and raised in sweet ol' Oklahoma which is where the trail of tears ended at and is called the Land of God. Ya'll can think whatcha want about me but i grew up on my family ranch that we had for a hundred years. I helped take care of the cattle and the horses, never had no television nor any computers or internet except at school which was for school work only. As for my family, well it is a large one at that and i have ta say that i learned that through everything that family is all ya got. I hunt and fish, i am as country as they get.
Why do you want the money Money? What money? How did i get in this bloomen house any dog gone ways?
Where are you from? Cheyenne, Oklahoma land of the Cowboys
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

Originally Posted by TheNewCSLewis

My Name, you ask? Charlie Allen
The calendar doesn't lie. I was born on Febuary 14th
Yikes, I guess I'm getting up there. I'm 18
I'm sorry you couldn't see, but I'm a female
Let me tell you a little about myself... Born and raised in a small town near the border of Texas and Arkansas. People she was close to called her "Tex" as a pet name because of how much she fit into the stereo-type. Her skills with a gun from hunting out measured even her brothers and dad who were the ones that taught her. She loves the wildness and has found to be able to do anything she put her mind to. All the boys in town wanted to get with her but were far too intimidated to ask her because not only was she skilled but she was extremely smart and could use problem solving to fix any problem. The only thing that she is worried about with the Horror Games is having to kill all those poor kids or let be killed. She wouldn't let them get her.
Why do you want the money Seriously?? I don't want your damn money, I just want to get back home.
Where are you from? Pottsboro, Texas
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

Hunters: (They can be anything. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts, etc.

My Name, you ask? Troy Alexanderovich Ivanov
The calendar doesn't lie. I was born on September 9th
Yikes, I guess I'm getting up there. I'm I stopped aging at 18
I'm sorry you couldn't see, but I'm a male
Let me tell you a little about myself... I came from Mordovia, Russia to play in these games. But unfortunately I had the mistake in believing in my partner. A very beautiful woman. She knew that if we both won we would have to split the million, so she locked me in a room with one of the hunters. Whatever it was killed me, and now i'm very powerful. I'm strong, fast, handsome, but.. I crave blood. I'm not a vampire or anything though. All hunters crave blood for different reasons.
Where are you from? Mordovia, Russia
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

Originally Posted by Ascadellia

My Name, you ask? Akira Arashi
The calendar doesn't lie. I was born on November 21st.
Yikes, I guess I'm getting up there. I'm Clock stopped at 18.
I'm sorry you couldn't see, but I'm a Female
Let me tell you a little about myself... She learned about the games when she was thrust into the house, forced to play for money. She never would have wanted to partake in the thing, but she hadn't had a choice. Her death was in the hands of a hunter. She'd killed her partner when he tried to turn on her, activating a booby trap on him.What she failed to notice was a hunter getting ready to kill her. When she woke up, she found out she was dead. That didn't bode well with her, considering she never had been one for being trapped in such a place.
Where are you from? Born and raised in Japan.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall. And here

Originally Posted by Ameika

My Name, you ask? Abbigal
The calendar doesn't lie. I was born on August 20
Yikes, I guess I'm getting up there. I'm i broke the time at 16
I'm sorry you couldn't see, but I'm a Female
Let me tell you a little about myself... No i don't want to share my past with anyone.
Where are you from? Oriental, North Carolina
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

Originally Posted by Q U E E N

My Name, you ask? Hongki Kwon
The calendar doesn't lie. I was born on April Seventh
Yikes, I guess I'm getting up there. I stopped aging at 18
I'm sorry you couldn't see, but I'm a male
Let me tell you a little about myself... Well, the story's quite complicated, so I'll just give you the short version. I used to be this really famous Korean actor, until everyone thought I died in the games.

I was dared by a friend of mine to enter the games, and my partner was this cunning little thing. When I was trying to help her fight off the hunters she turned on me and escaped without me knowing. I woke up extremely sore and irritated, but after a few days I realized that I had this weird sort of impenetrable defense and immense strength.
Where are you from? Seoul, Korea
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

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• Romance is allowed, but keep in mind your lover may be killed. And timeskip! There won't be cybering in my RP.
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yea let's get this thing going lol

((Kay :3 Um give me till seven cus I'm gonna wait till a few more reply, just so I know if everyones still subscribed or not.))

I'm in. <3

I re-subscribed. This was a long wait and I am really hopin' that this was worth it.

((Yeah, I'm very sorry about the wait.. but A LOT went on in my life and I had to fix that before I had time to get on here. But the RP will start tomorrow at about 4:30 my time. Again, sorry for the wait but I was verrrrryyyy overwhelmed.))

Scarlett awoke to the sound of someone speaking. The sound was coming from a speaker high up on the wall in the corner of the dusty, old room. "WELCOME TO THE 223rd HORROR GAMES. IN THIS GAME ONLY TWO CAN WIN. THERE ARE MULTIPLE WEAPONS, FOOD, AND EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO SURVIVE HIDDEN IN THIS HOME. AND REMEMBER, IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED. GOOD LUCK."And with that the mysterious voice was gone. The dark haired woman sat up, coughing at the dust she had just inhaled from the decaying hard wood floor. She looked around the room nervously, glancing at the faint yellow wallpaper that was once beautiful, but now was torn, shredded, and caked with blood.

The shapely woman stood up quickly, her eyes wide with fear, as she saw a man lying on the floor on the other side of the room. He had long white hair, and seemed to have sort of cat like looking ears. At first she had no clue what to do. Was she supposed to wake him? Was this her partner? The girl gulped. At that moment she saw two black, tiny bags on the floor. They were both the size of a football. One said 'Scarlett' on it, and the other said 'Virgil'. So Virgil was her partners name.

She quickly kneeled to the floor and grabbed her bag, opening it to find three small, curved daggers. With a small smile she tied one to her black belt, then bent over and tied one to the outside of her light skinny jeans by her ankle. Then she tied the last to her right arm towards her shoulder. The dark haired beauty walked over to her partner on the floor and nudged him with her foot slightly. "Hello? Virgil..?" She asked, nudging him again. She looked down at her feet, seeing that the gamemakers had putten her in black combat boots, and then a simple black tank top.

Troy sat on the bloody, oak kitchen counter staring at the beaten, cracked, dull red door before him. The male was bored. He had been waiting hours for the contestants to wake up, and now that they finally were awake he had to wait another day before he was even allowed to hunt him. The male was wearing dark, faded, ripped jeans that were covered in blood from his time in the games. He stared around the kitchen floor that was covered in glass from all the cabinets being busted out from the previous game. There were also multiple booby traps all around the house that would be set off just by stepping to close to them.

The male stood, running his hand aimlessly through his curly, brown hair. He looked to the kitchen door and saw the mirror. Seeing himself in a black tee shirt covered in rips and then black combat boots. The male sighed, going over to the glass and staring at himself. What was he exactly? The gamemakers had changed him into a dead, but alive human being who lived off and craved blood constantly. A monster. He turned away from the cracked mirror and left the room. He knew what he was, but it didn't mean he had to see himself.

((There. Oh and here's the pairings:

Scarlett - Virgil
Charlie A - Colt
Gemini - Stan
Kiana - Adrian

Oh and to all those who need to post:

Esmme:
TheNewCSLewis:
Ascadellia:
Ameika:
Drexy4ever:
Gemini:
Q U E E N: ))

(Just to inform, the rest of this week minus tomorrow I won't be on because I'm going somewhere for spring break. I'll be off until next Sunday.)

Kiana looked at her surroundings. Her feet, which had been stripped from their pretty Prada heels were now in ugly magenta high-tops. Her pretty beige blouse was replaced with a hideous red and black tank, and her Express skinnies were now some Target brand. Kiara's hand immediately went to her bra, where her lipgloss was kept. It was still there, luckily. She swabbed the pink substance onto her lips and looked around the room she was in. It was some kind of... warehouse. The floor was made of dusty wooden floorboards and the walls were made of ugly white chipped paint. She looked across the room and nearly jumped out of her skin at the sight of a body.

Was it dead? The body looked lifeless. Kiana spotted two small sacks in the middle of the room. She looked at them then glanced at the body again before crawling over and picking up the one with her name on it. She dumped it onto the floor. She found two things which looked to be keychains, and a small knife. She shoved the knife into her pocket and examined the keychains in her hand. They looked like knives, but they had ties on them. Unsure of what to do with them, she shoved those into her pocket as well and stared at the other bag. The name Adrian was written on the front. Hmmm.. that meant that whoever her partner was, their name was Adrian. She looked over at the person's body slumped over on the floor in the corner. She couldn't see their face, but the body appeared to be that of a man's. Kiana sat in her spot and decided to wait for them to wake up, too nervous to do anything but bite her nails.

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Stan looked at his surroundings. Everything was all dark. He covered his ears with his knees as a loud announcement blared over the speakers, then he rubbed the sleep from his blue eyes. He knew the routine. He'd known one of the previous winners, and he knew exactly what to expect. After grabbing a small circular container with his name on it from the center of the room, Stan smiled to himself. He had this in the bag. He knew he could do it, no matter what. He was a natural fighter, and a few wimpy teens weren't gonna be able to change that.

Stan pulled a small jackknife from the container and flicked the blade back and forth, then cursed when he accidentally stabbed his palm lightly. A small, almost invisible, drop of blood leaked out and Stan shut the knife closed then shoved it into his pocket. Stan looked over at the chick across the room from him. She was cute. Not like the Brooklyn chicks, but okay. He looked down at his hand and began playing with his palms, wishing he had a pen so he'd be able to have a little fun and write on them. That was one of his favorite hobbies. His bedroom wall back home was covered in blue smears because of it. He saw it as a badge of honor, though. Stan sighed at the thought of home and the fact that he wouldn't be getting to see it for a long time. It was gonna be a long day.

((:boogie: How exciting! I forgot all about this story! *starts to type*))

"Virgil?"
A woman's voice broke through the fog that surrounded him. With a frown, the male groaned in response. Five more minutes. As he shifted he found that the ground was . . . well, not as comfortable as usual. And since when was a woman anywhere near him? He didn't confer with females. That was what really got him moving.
Virgil's green eyes shot open, and he immediately burst into motion. The youth rolled to the side, his hand coming up as though to grab at a weapon that was normally sheathed over his chest. Unfortunately, that tool was missing. Confused, the male glanced down to find himself in completely different clothing. Instead of his dusty and somewhat worn clothing, he was in what could best be described as "light body armor." Dark gray and black dominated his color scheme, with the occasional strip of teal. The form-fitting leather was much nicer than what he'd had on before.

Virgil's eyes narrowed as he looked up at the girl. Still crouched, he flattened his ears against his head. "Who are you? Where are we?" That was when the vaguest recollection of a loud voice echoed in his mind. "Is this . . . the Game?" His instinct told him that this girl was no danger to him. The way she held herself was uncertain, as though she wasn't quite sure of which foot to put forward first. She was no fighter.
The teen stood, his observant eyes darting about the room to take it in. "Scarlett," he said, glimpsing the name on her bag. He moved for his own, immediately reaching inside without a second of hesitation. He withdrew a small handgun first. After inspecting it, he found that it had only five bullets. After those were gone, it was a paper weight. Virgil sneered before stashing the weapon in the back of his belt.
His ears flattened again as he withdrew a second tool. This one was more universal. It was a small serrated blade roughly the length of his hand from wrist to fingertip. The shiv-like weapon was immediate stashed in the side of Virgil's boot.

Business, as usual. Virgil sent another quick look about the room before wrinkling his nose. "I'm assuming that you will be my partner?" If so, the look on his face showed how skeptical he was. He was ready to get on with the killing and bloodshed . . . and that was going to be hard to do with a regular street girl tagging along.
His lips tightened into a thin line. "How long have we been here?"

((Kay have fun on spring break! (: Mines not till April 7th. Oh and their in the house that I have a picture of at the top ^^ Its supposed to be the Winchester Manor except run down from years of being used in the games.))

Scarlett jumped back when the male seemed to reach for a weapon. Her dagger was already off her belt and aimed at his head when she noticed him pause. "Yes. Were partners." She said, sliding the weapon back into her belt. She could tell the male didn't believe she had been picked for the games. "My brother was called. I simply volunteered to take his place." She said, her eyes narrowing slightly. "But that doesn't mean I'm useless. I can still throw daggers and hit any target I aim for.." She stated, looking towards the camera in the corner of the room. "Yes, This is the games." She said softly, her voice turning from kind to cold at the word 'games'.

She glanced back to the male. "From the looks of it we've been here for about a day. But they seemed to have injected us with sleeping serum so that we didn't wake up until a few minutes ago. You missed the announcement, but it's the same every year." She said, her long black hair swaying whenever she turned her head. She looked down to his outfit. She had gotten a very simple outfit compared to him. "You must come from a wealthy place. Or have a lot of sponsors already. It's probably from your cat ears.." She said, her eyes looking over his outfit. She pursed her ruby red lips and then looking up at the boys eyes. Her emerald ones dimmed slightly from her thoughts. "If you wish to go off by yourself, that's fine. I'm capable of taking care of myself." She said, though really didn't want to be left alone in a place like this.

The Horror Games. It was time, then. It had been sudden, and there was no warning. Virgil frowned at the thought, and immediately looked toward the door. If it was time, then they were supposed to move on. This was a game of survival, and it was a game that the male knew well. The only difference this time was a bit of mystery and suspicion.
Virgil's ears flattened when she mentioned them, and he inclined his head. "I have a lot of people who know what I'm capable of," he said bluntly. He ignored her inspection, and her words about being good with her acquired weapons. At that point, he didn't care. As long as they survived, it didn't matter if she was good at picking gum off of a sidewalk in New York.

"It would be stupid to split up," Virgil said, sounding almost disappointed. His pale ears lifted from his head as he stepped toward the door and listened against it for many moments. "We stand a better chance of surviving with two sets of eyes." Again, he didn't sound extremely happy with the idea. He'd always been mistrusting of everyone else, and hated it when he was paired with someone to survive. Virgil could do just fine on his own.
"We need to find food and water first," he said, stating the first rule of survival. "Then we can look for the others." Only . . . survival was usually to find food, shelter, and then ambush the enemy. It sounded as though Virgil wanted to bait them out. He always had been one for fights - it was how he'd been raised. Being a pawn that is thrown to the wolves tends to make someone bitter . . . and brazen.

"Let me know if you see anything useful." He opened the door quietly, his words dropping to a whisper.

Abbigal sighed as she watched Troy leave the kitchen, shaking her head as she pulled her camera out once more and started to take various pictures, her black wings settling on her like a short cloak as she moved slowly about the house, easily avoiding the traps and following her fellow hunter, knowing he was restless. "So, Troy. will go for a female first or a male first in this go around?" she asked him as she smiled, video taping as if she was doing a documentary, which was why she had a camera in the first place, but unlike Troy she wore a white shirt and a black skirt as she bounced around, keeping the said camera trained on him.

Colt groaned as he rolled over, rubbing his head before pushing himself up into a sitting position, he looked around the room in a sleepy manner. He eyes landing on h is hat, causing him to smile as he tugged it onto his head before seeing a blonde female sleeping on the floor next to him. He blushed madly, tugging his hat low to hide his face as he looked around the room once more before seeing two bags, he stood up carefully and walked over to them, picking the one up that said Colt. He then proceeded to look through it, finding it odd that all he saw was weapons in it, nothing like what he thought it was going to be. He sighed and took the black shirt that he had on off and placed it under the girl's head as he saw the name on the other bag after he went through it also. "Hey, ma'am are you alright?" he asked her softly, even with his heavy southern accent.

((W00t I've been waiting for this! p.s. I don't like Stan already.lol))
Gemini sat up slowly, testing each limb to see if anything was broken.even before she heard the announcement, she knew where she was.her sensei had been one of the previous winners.standing and dusting herself off, she saw that her training gear had been taken and replaced with a short black skirt, chain belt,black thigh high boots and a thin blood red tank top.she frowned at the way her clothes hugged her curves, but shredded it off.looking around, the first thing she spotted was a small black bundle.she opened it and found a small but deadly looking dagger, two kunai and an ace bandage.she took the kunai and threaded them through her belt,and placed the knife in her shiny black boot.the ace bandage went in her pocket and the cloth that had held it all was wrapped around her neck like a bandanna.the next thing she noticed was that they had left her favorite katana with her.after strapping it to her belt, she looked over at her partner.she could tell straight away that he was one of those rappers from America.she sighed.at least she knew english."konnichiwa.I am Gemini.genki desu ka? How are you? And your name?" She asked, bowing in greeting.

((Um...hello? Did I do something wrong?))

((Nah! I just think that it's Spring Break. :sweat: Some of the players are going to be offline for a while. :cry: I know the feeling!! We'll just have to wait, sadly.))

((Yeah thats why I haven't replyed back. Everyones on Spring Break. Sadly mine isnt till the seventh. ))

((lol i been cleaning like crazy lol))

((Spring break already? I had no clue.figures! :cry: *sniff* well, I guess I can wait...))

Stan stood and half-waved at the girl across the room from him. Gemini, his partner, was very formal. "Hey. I'm Stan." Stan said, smiling friendlily. He knew the goal of the game; kill everyone else and claim the money, and he wanted to get right to that. "Are you ready to go?" he asked Gemini, holding his jack knife in his hand firmly and with anticipation. Even though he was about to kill a bunch of strangers, Stan was completely chill. The only thought in his mind besides "Is this chick ready to start?" was "Am I gonna go to jail for this?" and he was pretty sure that the answer to that one was yes, but it was too late for that now. It was already judgement time. He couldn't head back home and just try to get sell another mixtape. He couldn't just head back to his job at Little Ceaser's down the street from his house, and he definitely couldn't die.

Stan bit his lip thinking about it all. All the things he'd been too foolish not to think about before came to the surface, and they were beginning to make his brain hurt. He wasn't a sociopath. He had feelings, and a mind. A mind that was telling him that killing innocent (Well, half-innocent. The others were supposed to be killing, too.) strangers was wrong. But he'd have to shove that aside and maybe pay for some therapy with the money he was gonna get, because now that he was in the game for real, that's all he could really do. And nothing could change that.

Gemini nodded, suppressing a sigh.she could tell just by watching her partner that he was uncomfortable with the thought of killing.his face, she observed, was an open book.she herself had no qualms about killing the other teams, as long as it meant surviving."I am ready.I just hope you are.if you get in my way, I wont hesitate to kill you, too.stay on my good side and you'll live.but don't hinder me." She warned, her voice still perfectly polite as she walked out of the room."shall we begin?" She asked.
((XD sorry, I had to paraphrase gaara from naruto there.it was just too hard to resist.:sweat: ))

((Is everyone back from spring break?))

Scarlett rolled her eyes at the males words." Okay." She muttered, exiting the door after him. She clenched her dagger in her hand, ready to throw it at anything in sight. She wasn't about to be killed by anyone. She wouldn't go down without a fight first at least. The dark haired woman looked at her surroundings. They could either go down the hall to the left, to the right of them, or down a long, grand staircase that led downstairs. "I think we should go downstairs." She whispered, looking over at Virgil to see if he would allow them to go down the once luxurious steps.

The inside of the home was now decayed with blood and bones, and everything seemed to be breaking, chipped, or broken. But it had once been a beautiful sight before it had been used to host many of these games full of bloodshed.