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#6: Freedom or Bust
The girl didn't reply to Lucy, and she wondered if she'd even been heard. After a moment more of waiting, Lucy decided that she wasn't going to get a response, and just went for her collar. A little while longer, and it was just so much more useless scrap. Lucy got up quietly and walked away, leaving the girl to whatever was causing her so much distress.

Lucy crept back inside in short order, disregarding what anybody thought following her outburst earlier. She entered just behind Darnell, and snagged his collar playfully (although she was careful not to pull too hard).

"Yoink," she said quietly. "Hold on just a second and I'll take care of this," Lucy reassured Darnell as she began to fiddle with the mechanisms inside. Before too long, there was another collar to add to the growing pile on the floor of the armoury. Lucy, spotting more people with collars on, gave Darnell a light pat on the arm and headed over to the far side of the room, to where Brad and Terrie were.

"If you'll just hold still..." Lucy said hesitantly. "I can uh... get rid of that for you," Neither made any move to discourage her, so she caught hold of Brad's collar and performed the moves to disarm it with the ease that came with the amount of practice at it she'd been enjoying. Soon thereafter, Lucy went and deactivated Terrie's too. Lucy was still a bit apprehensive about well, just going and grabbing somebody's collar, but most people had been either too stunned or too elated to say know. Besides, they'd seen the pile of collars right? It was silly, she supposed, but at least it avoided any potential trouble.

And what are they going to think - that we got off the collars by magic? Of course they'll expect somebody to be fiddling with them. Stop being so paranoid!

*

"What the hell is this?"

Sean looked blankly at the baseball coach, who had been helping Sean apply some facepaint underneath each of his eyes. Alledgedly, they reduced glare, although not a whole lot of people used them. Sean was one of those. However, he had no idea why his coach was now looking at his 'application' thumb and grimacing.

"What's what coach?"

The coach leaned closer, showed Sean the discolouration on his digit, a touch of pink where there should have simply been the shade of the facepaint.

"...Oh."

"This make-up Lucky?"

Sean looked down to his shoes and rolled the baseball he had ready back and forth in his hands. What exactly could he say? It was true, wasn't it? He gave a slight nod, not trusting his own voice.

"Well... try and hit the showers after the other guys..."

He sat there for a second, then stood up. If he waited, the coach would be out of the little dressing room and into the main changing room, and the entire rest of the team was there.

"Wait coach! I'm... I'm not a fag!"

The baseball coach gave Sean a slight smile, then mimed pulling a pair of doors shut. Sean knew what he meant... 'the closet'. But all the same, he denied, denied, denied. Maybe to himself, as well as everyone else.

And the lie tasted bitter on his tongue.



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Dude, when one of the admins tells you to cool off, you cool off. That doesn't mean you should take snide shots at people.


Anyway, back on topic: I like it Gamemaker, although it seems they'd be more ... dunno, not quite friends it seems. I'm rambling, it just doesn't seem like they'd be THAT good friends, given their personalities. Still, your characters, your call.

#6: Freedom or Bust
With the new tide of arrivals, Lucy was feeling more than a little timid, but she knew that she still had a job to do. She edged around quietly, fiddling with one collar after another - barely noting who it was she was helping out. A kinda pudgy kid with glasses, a muscular blond jock, a girl who was so pretty as to make Lucy experience a small twinge of envy. Then there was a badly-shaven boy, followed by a girl who was even shorter than Lucy herself. As she went around she offered various concilatory murmurs to reassure them that she wasn't about to blow their heads off.

Lucy was just finishing up the last collar when she realised who it was she was attending to. Adam Dodd. A thousand and one things she could say to him ran through her head. Some were sympathetic, some were angry, others were sad. But she said nothing. Anger would be meaningless; it was hardly his fault he'd been dragged into this again. Sympathy... well, it would be inadequate. Nothing she could say would do anything but bring old sorrow back to light. Better to remain quiet and leave the ghosts of the past where they belonged for him. Lucy finished off Adam's collar and it dropped to the ground. This time, at least, he was one of the lucky ones.

She was preparing to retire to her not-so-quiet corner (given the number of people that'd arrived, things were getting a little crowded) when she was stopped dead in her tracks by just about the last person she wanted to handle right now. Neil. Lucy, thanks partially to Andrea, had managed to keep her temper earlier. But now that he was announcing his grandoise plans to the world... Lucy's hands clenched into tight fists and her brow pulled into a frown. What did he know? All his plan had accomplished was getting people killed and getting Danya pissed off. She spoke quietly at one point.

"It's alright... the collars have microphones but getting them off deactivates those too," but by then Neil had already finished writing. She was about to go read his plan when Neil said something that really, really upset her.

In hindsight, it was a stupid thing for Lucy to get wound up about. Then again, she was sleep-deprived and overwrought, as well as anxious in the presence of all of the people. Perhaps it wasn't surprising that something set her off. It just so happened that the incident that did cause her to lose her temper was a stupid one.

"Join SADD...?" Lucy spoke at little more than a murmur, but her voice grew gradually angrier and louder. "This isn't your group Neil! I'm sure you went around with the best of intentions but all you ended up doing was getting more and more people killed! Just- just accept that you got it wrong and somebody else saved your ass and stop trying to be the leader," she half turned away, then looked back at Neil. "Your 'leadership' isn't something anybody here needs," Lucy stormed out of the room, disregarding those who were paying atention to something happening outside.

Lucy did, however, pay attention to the small girl beating her head against the wall.

"...What's wrong?" she asked after a moment's hesitation. She could hardly just stand there after all.

*

Maxie remained sitting in the far corner of the room, still dazed, disbelieving, almost. She felt that if she looked at anybody too hard, they'd simply dissolve, and the whole thing would just turn out to be some cruel hallucination, and she'd be back running, looking over her shoulder, fearing to hear a heavy tread smashing through the undergrowth behind her. The pain at her very centre was all too constant a reminder of what had transpired, of what Reeves had ...taken. Even now, Maxie could feel phantom fingers crawling over her skin, lips planting kisses all over her body.

Maxie shuddered. She just didn't want to think about anything. She'd tried sleeping, but had only had her sporadic naps interrupted by nightmares. She'd tried thinking about home, but then her thoughts just drifted to Lucas, which led to the time he'd beaten down Reeves at that party, to Reeves again. Maxie had given considering the escape a shot, but her thoughts kept drifting to the fact that getting away from the island just meant escaping from the people on it...

And Adam fucking Reeves was still alive.

Out of all the people - good people, bad people, ones that were simply 'okay', that'd die, and one of them couldn't just have been that fucking cocksucker? When better than 100 people had died... urgh. How could he not have met somebody with his number yet? If he'd started as he meant to go on then... then he... Maxie flinched, burying her face in her own arm before starting to silently cry again. She'd listened intently every time the announcements rang out, but asides from a minor amount of shock as she heard her own name announced, she hadn't had any joy. Reeves was out there, and irrationally, Maxie expected any second for him to burst through the armoury doors and open up.

And then, when everyone else was lying dead or simply dying, he'd lean right down to her...

"Now, where were we?"

Maxie retched, but she hadn't eaten for a while, and she brought very little up in the end, although it was still all the same enough to mess up the too-small shirt Lucy had loaned her. Breathing heavily, Maxie went into Lucy's bag and extracted a bandage, with which she dabbed off the worst of the vomit, before rolling onto her side and attempting to block out the sounds of argument and simply go to sleep.

But she couldn't run from her dreams...

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That's a pretty interesting character man. Like Blast says, there's a lot of potential for new developments on the island. I can see a ton of ways this guy could go in the game which is great. A predictable character can be awful in many cases, although I guess there can be exceptions. All in all, I think that's a great job for your first fully developed concept and I'm going to look out for him in pregame.



On a self-centered note:

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Jessie Anderson (this is the character who will be the girlfriend of Yoss' Leon Francis)

There's not really too much to say about her. Jessie is a religious type with a lot of faith in the inherent goodness of everybody, something which will be dealt a mortal blow round about the time she hears the first announcement. Out of game though, Jessie's just the kind of kid it's impossible not to get along with. She's almost infuriatingly nice and always concerned for the wellbeing of everybody else. Jessie's the kind of girl to try and break up a fight between two brusiers. I see this as some great common ground between her and Leon, in that they're both always happy, heh.

Anyway, back to on the island. Like I said, the first announcement/any kills she witnesses is going to hit Jessie really hard (especially if somebody she is friends with has died). This is where the original concept; a crusader type, comes in. Rather than being on 'a mission from God' or thinking she is the chosen one or something like that, Jessie will decide to 'punish' the 'sinners'. I kinda doubt this will be indiscriminate (Jessie isn't the type to mindlessly attack somebody) and if they've a good enough reason, she'll probably let it go. I know player-killers have been done before, but I think this is a pretty neat concept to run with.


Unless of course something else occurs to me and I decide to take Jessie in an entirely different direction.


Bump and such, since that got kinda lost in all the discussion about mimefan's guy.

Fantastic!
Aw... sucks to be losing you Neuph. Hope we see you again sometime.

And welcome to the RPing side of things GameMaker. Have fun in your stint in v3.

All Time Low
"Looking? Yes. Following? No," Rob's own pistol was levelled. At this range, it would be next to impossible for either one of them to miss. "Don't overinflate your own importance." Who was Lenny? He was just some kid who didn't have it in himself to be honest. He could try and fool everybody else that this was all about his sister all day long, it wasn't the truth. If it came right down to it, the twins made it to the end of the game, there was no doubt in Bobby's mind what Lenny would do. Boom. Elizabeth Priestly deceased. Besides... the girl was probably getting twice the guilt of Lenny himself. It was murder being commited on her behalf. That had to make it even worse.

Rob blanked the question about Shameeca. He didn't know where she was and didn't want to concern himself with it. He wished her all the best as she continued about the island, but Rob had seen firsthand what complications groups brought. ... He'd just wind up getting her killed anyway. What Lenny said next, though, pissed Bobby off.

"Will you ever man up and take any responsibility Lenny!? It's never YOUR fault is it? There's always a reason that conveniently prevents you from taking any blame. It's always 'Oh, I'm doing it for my sister' or 'They started it!' you convince yourself that it's anybody but you that is responsible!" Perhaps the most disconcerting thing was that whilst Bobby was talking, he remained almost still, his aim never wavering despite the emotion in his voice. "Yes I shot at you, boo-fucking-hoo. If you hadn't kidnapped James in the first place then none of that would have happened. So in summary: fuck your excuses, it was your fucking fault,"

He has no right to act the innocent. It was just as much his instigation as mine.

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mimefan
Dec 27 2008, 10:02 PM

Number 2: Timothy Sillery (Self insert.) Is caucasian, blue eyed, black hair, 14, is fixated with Friday the 13th and slashers in general, spends most of his time with his laptop, dreams about death, likes music, is a crap singer and is insane, is extremely nice towards peeps, laughs at everything, (The next bit isn't a self insert.) Also he's built himself a suit which is stab and bulletproof and also an I-pod which contuanally (sp) plays on a portable I-pod player which he's programmed into his suit, also he has a nailgun programmed into his right arm, in fact (this part has a sort of self insert in it) it's based on his robotaur character which he's made up and trying to make a script based on it. (self insert.) He's also trying to get a girl he has a crush on (Autumn Naish) to love him, he's also moved to America for a penpal type thing from Sutton Coldfield, so a fish out of water who's fixated on death, yeah... Hopefully he'll make some friends before he kills them off. Slowly. And. Sadistically. Because in the jungle, the mighty jungle, the bastard wakes up tonight.

*cough*

I'll be charitable and assume that you're joking, because that's a pretty very silly concept. I figure that you probably know what's wrong with it, but if you genuinely don't. Well... you can PM me about it, although I reckon others might have something to say if you're after more general feedback.


Less specifically, I feel that some people take the nickname angle too far. I don't wanna pick on you here Knight but I'm taking this as an example. I carry a notebook around at school quite a bit, and nobody has ever called me Rorschach. Basically, I know people want their characters to have badass nicknames but most of the time it's pretty implausible.

...

Anyhow, time to y'know, contribute something instead of just scrutinising everybody else's ideas, heh.

Jessie Anderson (this is the character who will be the girlfriend of Yoss' Leon Francis)

There's not really too much to say about her. Jessie is a religious type with a lot of faith in the inherent goodness of everybody, something which will be dealt a mortal blow round about the time she hears the first announcement. Out of game though, Jessie's just the kind of kid it's impossible not to get along with. She's almost infuriatingly nice and always concerned for the wellbeing of everybody else. Jessie's the kind of girl to try and break up a fight between two brusiers. I see this as some great common ground between her and Leon, in that they're both always happy, heh.

Anyway, back to on the island. Like I said, the first announcement/any kills she witnesses is going to hit Jessie really hard (especially if somebody she is friends with has died). This is where the original concept; a crusader type, comes in. Rather than being on 'a mission from God' or thinking she is the chosen one or something like that, Jessie will decide to 'punish' the 'sinners'. I kinda doubt this will be indiscriminate (Jessie isn't the type to mindlessly attack somebody) and if they've a good enough reason, she'll probably let it go. I know player-killers have been done before, but I think this is a pretty neat concept to run with.


Unless of course something else occurs to me and I decide to take Jessie in an entirely different direction.

Break Out, Break Out
Dacey could almost see Rick's mind boggling right there. That wasn't too surprising though, on the scale of shocking and/or bizarre things to happen, discovering an ally of yours was a girl had to be right up there. In that case, she was willing him to cut a little slack for staring. But only this once. Dacey would put it down to Rick's shock, but his gaze was making her a little nervous. That was, after all, the reason that she'd bothered putting on the disguise in the first place.

Well, sort of, it was a little more complicated than that, but at the root of things it was the same problem more or less. So. One chance, that was all Rick would get before she started having words with him. Then again... given that Dacey was already thinking of how else to make Rick uncomfortable, it might not be so clean cut as that.

It was then her turn to be taken aback. Rick seemed to just about put his surprise behind him. Then... offer his hand? Daey had expected him to demand more explanation than that, but apparently her evasive statement had satisfied Rick for the time being. Maybe the ability to react to the unexpected had been instilled into him during his Marine training. She stared at his hand for a couple of moments, then tentaively stretched out her own. It got about halfway to meeting Rick's palm, before she hesitated, dropping it back to her side.

Dacey suddenly stepped forward with one swift movement. Given that they weren't too far apart to begin with, the quickness that she acted with would probably prevent him from reacting any before she... embraced him. Not a friendly, comradely hug either. Dacey, still basing her actions off the course she believed would make Rick most disoncerted, pressed her body close to Rick's. Had anybody been watching, they would have thought Dacey and Rick to be sharing an amorous liason. That wasn't what she was after though. Mixed feelings for Rick aside, Dacey could never have been that forward. Indeed, it felt very odd to be in some much contact with someone all at once.

Now that she'd gone ahead though, Dacey felt a twinge of anxiety. she hoped Rick didn't take this in the wrong way. If he thought she was coming on to him...

Tomb of Horrors!
*is inspirational*

Well good luck Darkling. I'd probably join if I didn't have so much on the table already, not least posts with my characters. *zips off*

Away
Similar kinda thing for me. I've been pretty busy as-is and I've got relatives coming over for the day itself from the mainland. Might get a bit (more) sporadic.

Hello, Everyone
We tend to be more active in the RPing areas rather than the general discussions and such.

Anyway, welcome. If you're after a chat or something, check out our chatroom.


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Crash
Dec 23 2008, 06:30 PM
And there you have it guys. Now picture that same redhead falling down a manhole and meeting a vicious end and you have one of the more awesome scenes in V2.

Also, let's try to get this back on topic, please.

That just made that scene even funnier.

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Frankly? I find that idea absolutely ridiculous.

You pretty much said it yourself: Divine Fist of the North Star. We're stressing realism this next time around and you want to go around with a character that can make people's heads explode?

Nothing mitigates that kind of thing. You're way, waaaaay over the horizon with that realism scale.

So ... yeah, don't try that one, it's really, really silly.



Although a character who THINKS he can practice the martial art legitimatly strikes me as an idea which would be hilarious.


"You're already dead! *counts from ten to one, nothing happens* ... Shit,"

All Time Low
((Bobby Jacks continued from: Falling Down))

What in the hell had that all been about?

Bobby hadn't recognised the guy who had attacked him; Michael Anders. That was nothing strange, since he hadn't tended to pay attention to many people at school. No, the odd part was that ... actually was there anything odd about it? One of the other eight people Rob had killed since the start of the game was probably a friend of Michael's and he'd made an ill-advised attempt to exact revenge. Ill-fated too.

He didn't really want to dwell on it, but it was a simple confirmation of what he had been thinking all along. Seemed that no matter what he did, he just wound up being the killer all over again. What was the point going around with good intentions and attempting to redeem himself? One good deed was immediately wiped out, to be followed by even more transgressions. Nine times a murderer? There was no point even bothering to try to claw back a little clemency. He'd called himself damned before, and it was no less true now than then.

"If I'm the villain though, I'll make sure I'm remembered as more than just some lunatic with a body count,"

Lenny... I'm on your trail still, I'm sure of it. You have to pay for what you've done, just as I do. Don't think you can get away with that... massacre.

As Bobby approached the cottage, his grip tightened on his SIG Sauer, and his free hand went to the hilt of his claymore. After his last close-quarters encounter, he knew he'd prefer to have a weapon to hand rather than having to resort to either his fists or his gun at unreasonably close range. He stepped inside, his pistol out in front of him, then he stopped. A sort of smile came and went on his face as he saw who was inside.

"Never thought I'd run into you again so soon Lenny,"

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It's Knight's pet name for his clique of characters: Otaku Warrior Nation or something like that.

Anyhow, greetings Gamemaker, your characters seem interesting enough, although I have to say... (and this isn't directed specifically at you, I've just been noticing it cropping it up a fair bit recently). It's fine to want an established group for your characters, but that doesn't mean you have to play all of them. Having your characters be best friends or heck worst enemies strikes me as slightly tacky (and yes, I've done it before, but it's no less true). Still. It's far more fun having your characters buddies with those of other people than just going around together all of the time.

Soo... yeah, that wasn't a rant, just a bit of advice for the guys I've seen starting to do this: don't be afraid to ask other people to fufil relationship roles you want for your characters. If Mimi can enlist Arch and I for the Fiametta triplets, then I'm sure you can get somebody to be a friend of your character. ;)

Break Out, Break Out
Fuck.

Wait, no, let me rephrase that one.

FUCK!


Dacey had been getting careless ever since she'd joined up with Rick. The stress of the last few days had been hell on her concentration, but her lapses had apparently been going unnoticed by Rick. That had put her into a false sense of security; she'd never have taken such a risk earlier on the island, or if she had met Rick more recently. But... yeah. She was rumbled.

When Rick spoke, Dacey froze in place for several long moments, then hurled her jersey across to the other side of the brook angrily. Why even bother keeping it anymore? She'd been found out, maintaining the disguise would be an empty gesture. Afterward, still not looking at him, but in her normal voice, Dacey spoke up. Her tone was heavily sarcastic.

"Whatever can you mean Rick? I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about,"

Dacey got to her feet and slowly turned around to face her partner, then laughed bitterly. It felt a little odd not affecting any tone, but at least she wouldn't have to suffer through a sore throat any longer. She arched an eyebrow at the hesitation in his tone, and didn't feel too guilty about what she said next. Dacey wasn't exactly in a civil mood.

"You mean you've never seen a guy with boobs before?" she pushed up both breasts with her free arm for emphasis, not really caring if Rick took the gesture in the wrong way. "My name isn't Dawson. It's Dacey, and I don't... act normal because I can't stand how other people react to normal." Dacey didn't elaborate on that, guessing that Rick would be intelligent enough to figure out how guys acted around attractive girls.

Urgh. I guess there's no point keeping all this bulky shit on.

Dacey, showing yet more disregard for general privacy (although mostly her own) was quick to peel off her baggy cargo trousers. They were hurled across the brook, going much the same way as her jersey. Once again, she wasn't exactly stripping off, because she was wearing mid-thigh length shorts underneath. Still, compared to her previous outfit, Dacey's new attire was far less modest. Showing off, as well as some actual figure, her well-toned legs. Something soccer had done for her.

The logic behind removing quite so much clothing was fairly simple. Dacey didn't like wearing the disguise by any means, and now that the secret was out... well, she was pretty damn determined to make Rick feel as uncomfortable about discovering it as possible. Method number one? Shed about as much clothing as she could and make sure he never managed to forget what he'd find out.

Also... it wouldn't hurt to show off what she had to him would it?

Just don't go there Dace...

Afternoon, Ladies and Gents
Oh no! Our scapegoat has become self-aware! LAUNCH THE COUNTER-MEASURES!

Just kidding Adam, I love ya really.

Falling Down
"Rube Goldberg would be proud,"

Rob choked out a laugh, but wasn't really fooling himself. This ... wasn't something he could find funny.

Deliberately avoiding looking at the dead body, Bobby removed himself from the area as quickly as he was able to.

((Bobby continued elsewhere))

Afternoon, Ladies and Gents
Greetings good Doctor. I had much the same problem as you waiting for v3 to start (and doesn't that seem a long time ago). Welcome to the board, I hope you enjoy yourself here and stick around until v4. I know it's not fun, but it's worth it in the end, haha.

Anyway, like Sciph said, if you have any trouble or anything and you can't spot a staff member, then you can hit me up with a PM.

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Firebug,Dec 16 2008
02:33 PM


Other possibilities that need development:
- Aisha Tarth, a Lebanese Islamic girl trying to fit in with her primarily Christian/atheist classmates.
- TBH, who has been formerly convicted for playing a role in an accidental death.
- Nina Lapas, who has lived in multiple countries and is finding her new school to be the epitome of boredom.

xD!

Haha, sorry, it's not the concept but the name. *is amused*