The Wolves Of Hell

[Magmaniac]

The Wolves of Hell

Prologue:

Sandra Blue sat down in her desk as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of second period. Mr. Anderla walked into the room. “Okay class, are we all ready for math!?” he questioned enthusiastically.

“No,” Sandra groaned. “Can I have a pass to go to the bathroom?”

“You just had passing time, Miss Blue,” said Mr. Anderla, annoyed.

“Please?” she pleaded, “It’s an emergency, and I couldn’t go during passing time because I had to finish my science test.”

Mr. Anderla sighed and said, “Fine, but hurry up.”

“Thanks Mr. Anderla,” Sandra replied. She got up and grabbed her purse, then had him sign her pass and she exited the room.



She started off down the hall towards the bathroom.

“God this day is going so slow,” she thought aloud, “I hope something exciting happens soon.”



She continued across the main commons, towards the girl’s bathroom, thinking about her love, Jake, and how she would get to see him after this period at lunch.

As she approached the bathroom, Sandra heard an odd noise that sent a shiver down her spine. She stopped to listen for where it was coming from.



She heard the noise again, and pinpointed it as coming from where she was going to, the girl’s bathroom.

“Am I hearing things?” She asked to herself, “Because that sounds like some kind of animal to me…”



She watched an elderly looking woman walk by the entrance to the restrooms, on her way through the hall, and as she passed the bathroom, the noise recurred a third time, and the woman snapped her head towards the bathroom, and just as quickly looked away and bustled on about her business.



Eager to know what was producing the sound, Sandra walked towards the bathroom. When she reached the entrance, she found that the lights in the bathroom were off. She flicked the switch on and off, to no avail. “Is anyone in there?” she asked to the blackness in the bathroom.



All was quiet.



“Or something…?”

She paused, trying to make out the vague lines in the dark bathroom. “Fuck it, I’m not going in there,” said Sandra. She turned around and started towards another bathroom.

Suddenly, something large and heavy hit her in the back, and she fell forwards into the hall. She could see no one else in the hall, and whatever had knocked her over now lied on top of her.

Then she heard the noise again, and for what it was, a growl. And it was coming from something inches behind her head.



She didn’t even have time to cry out before the beastly wolf tasted her fresh blood.

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Back-story:

As many know, there has been a long lasting assault on the realm of heaven from the realm of hell since Satan's fall all those millennia ago. But what many don't know is the rules that have been decided upon for this war. The first and most important rule is that no soldier of hell or heaven may enter the neutral realm, Earth. Hell's soldiers have never been as powerful as those from Heaven, but since the souls of humans are what create each side's army, Hell's has always been more plentiful. There is a balance between the forces, and the rules are there to keep that balance. It has been so since the beginning of the war.

But now, Satan is making a push to win the war. He has broken the first rule. Not wanting to waste his good warriors on the 'measly' souls of earth, he sent the weakest part of his forces to Earth, to harvest souls more quickly for his forces. He sent his Wolves.

The Wolves didn't take long to take over the majority of the world; their assault was quick and a surprise. The first targets for the wolves were schools, military fortifications, and locations of government leaders. Some people they killed, but many they captured as prisoners, and are now treated like livestock to mate and create new souls for hell to harvest.

The Wolves did not take everyone however, as many were quick to organize and fend off the Wolves, on the realm of Earth they are not invincible. There are pockets of resistance all over the world, but they are too few and far between to be able to organize well enough to defeat the Wolves. No one is sure about how much of the world survived, but estimations are that 60% of Earth’s population was killed outright, while another 35% or so have been taken prisoner.

Since Hell has broken the rule, Heaven is now allowed a gap in which to access Earth as well, however they too can only send their weakest. They sent messenger angels. The messengers angels, unarmed, cannot fight the wolves, but they can bestow upon ordinary humans, a blessing; which can be used to defeat the Wolves. I say ‘ordinary’ because few humans are ‘ordinary’. Those who are too old are tainted by sin, and too like those souls from hell, and those who are too young are too pure, and too alike those souls in heaven. Those who are considered ‘ordinary’ are those in between, roughly aged 14-18. The Wolves know this, and do not take teenagers prisoner; they kill them.

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About the Wolves:

While the Wolves are the weakest part of the forces of Hell, they are not easily defeated. They are well organized, and communicate through a language of growls and body language. There are enough wolves to have a ratio of about one wolf per person on Earth. Their thick coats are resistant to fire and small projectiles. Bullets are not enough to pierce their thick hides. So how can you kill a Wolf, you may ask? They can be crushed by very large, heavy objects, and can be defeated with those who are blessed, and by weapons that are blessed. There are five kinds of Wolves.

Grey Wolf-

This is the basic type of Wolf that accounts for about 90% of the forces on Earth. They look like a regular Earth Wolf, but much larger. Usually about 10 feet from nose to tail, and about 4 feet tall and 2 feet wide at the shoulder, they are quite strong and fast. They can run up to 40mph. They are not stupid, as an Earth Wolf, but are not as intelligent as a human. Their teeth are cursed so that if a human is bitten, but not captured or killed, it will turn into a Werewolf after its next full moon. These kinds of Wolves have been used secretly as operatives on Earth many times in history.

Werewolf-

This is the kind of Wolf that was recently a human. They are simply humans possessed by a demonic curse that controls them and makes them appear Wolf-like. They are almost human in appearance, standing on their hind legs, but are covered in hair and have teeth and claws and a Wolf-like head.

Red Wolf-

These are rare; they are the commanders of the Wolves. They look like a Grey Wolf, except they are red. They are also much stronger and smarter, and have much better senses than the Grey Wolves, and their intelligence exceeds even ours.

Hunter Wolf-

These are the Wolves used to ‘sniff out’ humans in hiding. They can smell, hear, and see exponentially better than other Wolves. They are very easily killed, as their heightened senses make them susceptible to bright flashes of light, and extremely loud or high-pitched noise. They are not very strong or fast, and are much smaller than Grey Wolves. They are also very stupid, even more so than Earth wolves.

Black Wolf-

These wolves are the same size as Grey Wolves, but are completely black, and their fur is so long that other Wolves can use it to pull themselves up to a higher area where the Black Wolf is. These Wolves are used to get to places more easily than other wolves; they can dig underground, and can hold their breaths underwater for extended periods of time. They can jump much higher, almost fifteen feet into the air. They are very slow though, as their large front and rear leg muscles prevent a large range of motion.

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Your story:

The Wolves attacked on a Wednesday, at roughly 10:00 in the morning, while you were in your second period class at Anoka High School in Anoka, Minnesota. The first victim in the attack on Earth was a freshman girl at your school who was on her way to the bathroom. When an office worker came out into the hallway, he saw blood all over, and ran into the principal’s office. Seconds later, principal Anderson came on the intercom and told all staff to report immediately to the auditorium for an emergency meeting. The teachers left their classrooms, and went to the auditorium where the wolves attacked in force and slaughtered them all mercilessly. Many of the rooms in the school were taken by the wolves without much fight, but yours was not. A kid in your class was looking out into the hall, wondering if the teacher was coming back saw the wolves rush into the hallways, and shouted out. You rushed to the doorway out of curiosity, saw the wolves, and quickly took action. You locked and barricaded the door to you classroom, and have been holed up in your room for about 30 hours. Your class knows that you saved them, and you have become the leader in your room, but you are scared for the responsibility because you know that you are just an ordinary person… There are many wolves roaming about the school, trying to get at the surviving students, so if you choose to exit the temporary haven of your classroom, do so with utmost caution, and with the knowledge that if you open the doors of your classroom, the chances of your class surviving are slim to none. And know that the wolves are not stupid beasts to be tricked into running after a decoy; in fact they were even smart enough to take out the power in the building soon after the initial assault.

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Character sheet:

Name:

Character’s name



Grade:

Sophomore, Junior, or Senior



Character Class:
Most needed right now are Jocks and Druggies.
Depending on which of these you choose, you are allowed to have items and qualities matching it…

There will be no actual stats for characters, but yours should have the attributes of its class.

Jocks- Much stronger and faster, but not as smart. Can have some type of sports equipment like a hockey stick, or a ball. Can be in Math, History, Science, English, or Gym.

Nerds- Weaker and slower, but very smart. May have electrical items such as a PSP, or a memory card, etc., or can have an instrument if is in band/orchestra. Can be in Math, History, Science, English, Band/Orchestra, or Computer.

Goths- Average strength, speed, and intelligence. May have a pocketknife or switchblade type weapon, and a handheld CD player or mp3 player. Can be in Math, History, Science, English, or Art.

Druggie- A little stronger than average. Average speed and intelligence. May have various chemicals, drugs, and lighters. Can be in Math, History, Science, Art, or Business.

Popular- Average strength and intelligence, a little faster than average. Nothing special for equipment. Can be in Math, History, Science, English, Business, Computer, Art, or Gym.



Second hour class:

Class(spots remaining)

Math(1), History(0), Science(0), English(1), Band/Orchestra(1 of each), Business(1), Computer(0), Art(0), or Gym(1 male 0 female). (dependant on character in some cases)



Appearance:

What your character looks like.



Equipment:

May have above mentioned items as well as books for class, backpacks, pencils/pens, cell phones, wallet, etc.

Nothing they wouldn’t have with them in school, like a shotgun or anything, just whatever your character brings with them to class regularly.



Skills/ abilities:

Nothing godly or weird, just things like “good runner” or “good at making friends’ or ‘good with computers’ etc.

Skills that your character would actually have.



Personality:

What your character is like



Bio:

What your character’s life is like, what has happened to them up until now.



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Depending on what your second hour class is, I will assign you to a room.(By the way, this is a real high school, I go there.)

There's still plenty of spaces to join, though there are not many druggies or jocks, so I would appreciate if more of those characters were made...

Nerds:
1.Mairamus- Ronnie
2.Scauthra- Tadayuki Shibisawa
3.SpartanII- Kevin Zimmerman
4.(band class?)
5.(orchestra class?)



Popular:
1.Warbrood- Brandi Carson
2.SkyScraper- Zeek Viceguard
3.(Math or English class?)


Druggies:
1. TinyDancer-Sarah Anderson
2. Tharisfal- David Johnson
3. (Business class?)



Jocks:
1.skippy- Ryan McCarter
2.(Gym class(male)?)
3.(Math or English class?)



Goths:
1.Magmaniac- Jake Christianson
2.Markpyro- Katelyn Ambrookian
3.BIGDB- Xander Elijah Blackman

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Please PM me if you have any questions, comments, or suggestions.















Name:

Jake Christianson



Grade:

Junior



Character Class:

Goth



Second hour class:

English



Appearance:

Jake has long curly blonde hair, and blue eyes. He is wearing black DC’s, black jeans, a black Korn T-shirt, and a black trench coat. He is wearing three black wristbands and a black digital watch. Jake also is wearing four chains, one on his pants and three on his coat. Jake is pretty tall, about 6’6, but doesn’t have a large appearance to him because he is usually slouched over or sitting somewhere.



Equipment:

Jake has on him three boxes of toothpicks, his chains, a pencil, a notebook, his wallet, and his cell phone.



Skills/ abilities:

Jake has the natural ability to make friends with people. He is also a very talented singer and has a powerful voice.



Personality:

Jake is one of those everyone’s friend kind of people. He is a friendly person although his appearance doesn’t show it. He likes to listen to music and hang out with his band.



Bio:

Jake’s mother died during childbirth, and his father died in a drunk driving accident when he was four. He was put into the Christian’s Group Children’s Home in Minneapolis, which is just a technical way to say he was an orphan. He was put into a foster home when he was 10 where he was home-schooled for a couple years, but he never got any contact with others his age, and he felt like he was imprisoned there and being forced to do things he didn’t agree with, so he ran away. In the following year, Jake was put into a serious of foster homes but he kept running away. When he was 14, he was sent to live with his aunt Diane and her boyfriend Jeffrey, and told that this was his last chance, that if he tried running away from this he would end up in juvenile detention. There were always problems when he was there because Diane did nothing but sit around and drink, and Jeffrey worked, but spent most of his money on Cocaine, so Jake had to get a job at a local restaurant cleaning dishes to support himself. Diane was killed in a plane crash two weeks before Jake’s first day at Anoka High School. Afterwards, Jeffrey started becoming abusive when he was high, which he always was. Jake stayed in his room most of the time listening to music and teaching himself how to sing. Jake became very good friends with three people at school, Dale Stone, Tom Rekk, and Sandra Blue. They formed a band called Atheistic Rebellion with Jake as the singer. Jake started spending more and more time with them all, especially Sandra, and he finally reached up the courage to ask her out at a party for his 15th birthday, and they have been together happily since. Jake has lived the past couple years happy for the most part, with the exception of occasional confrontations with Jeffrey.

[Black.Ice]

I'll be joining, give me a few days.

[kongurous]

I'll be joining, give me a few days.

As will I.

[Nickodemus]

damn, ICE is joining??? now i have to jump in. I claim the druggie. give me a couple of days K?

[Mairamus]

Tom, I'm joining. :) Told you I'd join this.

Ok, I think I'll be the jock.

[Magmaniac]

Wow! Glad to see there's such interest..


But uh...



Don't submit all your characters at once now...

[Nickodemus]

Here it is, fun for all ages. :D


Name: Jeremy
Grade Sophmore
Character class: Druggie
Second hour class: Science/chemistry
Apearance: Wears torn levi’s, tie died grateful dead T shirt over a white long sleeve shirt. White converse high tops colored torn used and dirty round out the package. Jeremy has long brown hair and his eyes are red. They used to be hazel but too much drug use keeps them in a constant state of blood shot. He tends to wear sunglasses all the time in an attempt to hide this fact even though everyone knows it. fingerless gloves and a levi jacket round out his look :D
Equipment: MP-3 player, backpack, Switchblade knife ( for protection), bong,pipe, various bags of weed.
Skills/abilities: Chemistry. Grows a mean pot plant. Gets along with everyone. Who doesn’t love a good stoner?
Personality/Bio: Jeremy is actually quite smart, he just doesn’t apply himself. He thought this year might be different and he actually wants to pass the tenth grade. (this is his third time man.) but the pot keeps getting in the way. There’s the schedules to keep, the quality control and all. He took a liking to chemistry to develop the perfect plant. He grew up California with a wealthy father and mother who basically ignored him and went about their careers after considering him a failure for not doing well in school. They finally took an interest in him after a social worker told them too or the state would take him away. They ran out here and hid with the “commoners” as they call them. Jeremy doesn’t care and he brought his trade with him. His parents still try to get into his life but he basically is left to himself until it suits them. Wich is fine with him, his 16th birthday present was a car and he chose a 69 Trans am. Way he sees it is he wants to run drugs and his all time favorite runner was from smokey and the bandit. ( he thinks they really ran pot and the moon shine was just a cover. ) o.k. sometimes he isn’t too bright.

[WarBrood]

The day had started of slow. First block held a brutal history test which luckly enough Brandi worked out time to study for and did farly well. She had left the classroom as the papers slid through the scantron (automatic test marker incase none of you heard of it.) Second block was Brandi's favorite, even though she wasnt the best in the school at sports she still managed to be better then most. She even managed to get on the soccer team, the vollyball team, the basketball team, and the baseball team. Natalie walked towards her locker reflecting on all the teams she had been on and surprized even herself. Opening her locker Brandi quickly checked her hair before some bodys slamed into the locker next to her and pushed her lockers shut. Brandi looked over at the three people swarming her and let out a quiet laugh realizing they where Sarah, Lisa, and Amanada.

"How ya doing sexy!" Sarah laughed as she imitated doing her hair. "Dont you have that stupid gym class next?"

Bandi gave Sarah a playfull punch and said, "Hey, I like that stupid gym class."

"But why? Sweeting smugges make-up"

"Can't you see I am not wearing any make-up?"

Then the bell rang warning all the kids to hurry to their classes or face detention for being late. Brandi quickly grabed her purse and gym strip and with a quick wave goodbye to her friends she set off in the direction of her next class. On they way there boys continuously whistled in the halls making Brandi have to constantly stop and tell them to shut up. Finaly Brandi made it to the girls locker room just as the bell rang. Some other girls that Brandi didn't even know names shouted out "Hi Brandi" with big smiles and a waving hand. Being poliet brandi shouted 'Hi' back and went to her gym locker. Brandi quickly got into her gym strip and launched into the gym where the teacher stood bouncing a volleyball. Natalie gym class held some of the worse athletes she had ever seen, she was clearly the best in there. Most of the time Brandi just went an play with the guys because her class stood no challage. Brandi sat down on the bleachers with the test of the waiting class staring at the teacher.

"Today class we will be again working on your spikes since the only one in here that can do one is Brandi. Speaking of you Brandi would you please come and demonstrate the proper way to spike the ball."

Brandi jumped up and made her way down to the set up vollyball net waiting for the teacher to set the ball up for her.

"Now everyone please watch exactly what she does starting from before I even toss up the ball."

Everyones eyes shifted to Brandi as her eyes concentrated on the ball entirly. The teacher set the ball up and Natalie made the approch. A clean jump and a clean hit sent the ball darting into the teacher.

The gym teacher stagered a bit while the rest of the class busrt into laughs. Brandi let out a suttle laugh. she got the ball exactly where she wanted it. But instead of fealing the wraith of the teacher she ran to his side to help him regain footing. Once he final got a solid foot he turned to the rest of the class and said, "Yet another perfect spike. Could not of done better myself.

The teacher was about to continue with the lesson when a voice over the intercom came in and called a assembly of the teachers. The gym teacher gave a swift smile and set out the doors never to be seen again. The rest of girls in the gym class just sat around gossiping while Brandi praticed serving into the wall. Brandi just let out a killer spike when a sharp howl was heard on the other side of the gym. Sanding sliding through the far door stood a huge grey wolf with blood dripping from its fangs, the gym teachers torn shirt dangled from one of the sharp teath. Brandi was not the only one to noice it because the previously gossiping girls shouted in terror. Brandi scream for them to run to the change room and lock the door. They all did as they told as the wolf darted accross the room. Brandi knew she did not have enough time to make it to the change room so she made it for the equipment room. The wolf deciding she was the closest target chose her to follow. Quickly Brandi made a mad dash for the room almost tripping over her own feet as she made it. Quickly she slamed the metal door and the wolf smacked into it seconds later.

Brandi scoped out the room for something to jam the door for the wolf continously bashed into it. She quickly found a flash light and turned it on and saw a big chest inwhich she moved infront of the door just as quick as the next bash came in breaking the hinge. The chest just barly manage to hold but it did. Brandi quickly looked around for a weapon to use against the wolf guarding her only exit. Her eyes quickly layed contact on bat storage, a possible good weapon. But then Brandi remembered how her school used to use a real gun to start all tracking evens. Quickly Brandi started searching through boxes untill she finaly found it, only problem was it held only one bullet in it and the ammo case was empty. The shot she took had to count. Brandi then remembered all the girls held up in the changing room, there where enough bats there to arm them all. Then something pointy caught Brandi's eye, in the corner sat three javalins. Brandi ran over and grabed all three and grabed a roll of duct tape, she quickly made javalin holders on her back out of the tape and stuck the three javalins in them allowing quick usage of them. Finaly Brandi figured she was ready. She ran over to the door and listened for the banging stoped minutes before. Putting a ear against the door no sound was heard so Brandi moved the chest. As soon as the chest was moved out of the way a gigantic mass hit the door knocking it down. The grey wolf stood in the doorway snarling, with a great leap at Brandi a trigger was pulled. The bullet traveled right through the wolfs mouth and out the back side. The momentum collided with the wolf and the wolf fell skidding to the floor as a twitching beast. A dark black blood leaked out to the floor and the wolfs twitching stoped, it was dead.

Brandi quickly wheeled the baseball bat case out of the equipment room and towards the girls locker room. With a loud bang against the door screams where heard on the other side. Brandi quickly identified herself and I took a minute before a opening lock sound was heard and the door slid open. Brandi pushed the bats past the door way and into the locker room and slamed the door shut with a lock to follow. All the girls gave a soft cheer and grabed the bats. None asked about the black blood that bore witness to death on Brandi. No-one wanted to know the horrors.

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Name: Brandi Carson


Grade: Senior

Character Class:

Popular- Average strength and intelligence, a little faster than average. Nothing special for equipment. Can be in Math, History, Science, English, Business, Computer, Art, or Gym.



Second hour class:

Gym(1 female).

Appearance: Beautiful! Very short for a senor only 4'9" with brown hair braided down her back. Sea cresent blue eyes and long curled eyelashes. Tonned and tanned body with an athletic look to her.

Equipment: Imediatly on her she has nothing but knee pads and gym strip for she was playing volleyball. But in the locker-room she has a change of clothes and her purse which as a cell phone, make-up kit, mace, women accessories (aka tampons), couple chocolate bars, pills, and money.


Skills/ abilities:

Good athlete but nothing special. Given a good name for herself and well known around the school. And able to shoot lazers out her eyes (jk)


Personality:

Very friendly and gets along with everyone. Very against bullying and is very nice to all those on the less popular scale. Which is probely why so many people like her is because of her kindness, but kindness can also be a weakness... Very squemish around blood and against animal cruilty (how ironic is that eh?) also a vegitarian.



Bio:

Brandi lived a perfectly normal life. Making friends around every corner, never getting mixed up in the drug scene but went to her fair share of parties. Her parents had the perfect marrage. Needless to say nothing horrible ever happened in Brandi's life. Her days in school where fine as she always managed to wind up with that A on the report card. All the teachers liked her as she was very pleasent to have around and many of the class clown guys never made fools of themselves when she was around. She has 3 best friends Sarah, Lisa, and Amanada who share all her classes with her but gym, the arnt the best athletes and are too worried on how the look and are afraid sweat will smuge their make-up. Perfect life sums up Brandi's life to this point...but perfect is so easily destroyed.

[Markpyro]

I'll be posting my character soon.

[Mairamus]

Character sheet:

Name: Ronnie


Grade: Senior


Character Class:

Nerds- Weaker and slower, but very smart. May have electrical items such as a PSP, or a memory card, etc., or can have an instrument if is in band/orchestra. Can be in Math, History, Science, English, Band/Orchestra, or Computer.


Second hour class: History


Appearance: Ronnie is about 6’1 and 160 Lbs. He wears cheap button up shirts everyday with regular Levi jeans. He doesn’t wear glasses like your typical nerd. he has, long, brown, messy hair.

Equipment:

Ronnie carries all of his books in his backpack, because like most nerds they carry heavy loads of books to class each day. He also has a Gameboy and several games.


Skills/ abilities:

Ronnie is good with computers because thats all he does on his spare time. He also can make people laugh because he is a good comedian. He also is good with war facts and facts of communism. He could build a Airplane by himself with the proper tools and materials. Lol.


Personality:

Ronnie is loud and tends to act gay a lot. Everyone thinks he is gay ,and he has no friends. He is very annoying and no one can stand him.


Bio:

Though out Ronnie’s life he has lived it like a topical kid. All through middle school he did his home work and play video games everyday after school. Ronnie lived a very boring life and still does. No one likes him because of his gayness and his many attempts to get his “friends” to take pictures of themselves in thongs. That is probably why he is feared by many.

[Markpyro]

Character sheet:

Name:

Katelyn Ambrookian

Grade:

Sophomore

Character Class:

goth

Second hour class:

editing

Appearance:

Medium long brown hair, always kept back in a pony tail. Not very thin like most popular girls, but isnt considered fat. Is a bit muscled, runs fast, and has long endurance. Usually wears dark clothes. Doesnt exactly fit the steryotype goth appearance, but like they say, being goth isnt a way of dressing...
Equipment:

Cell phone, , wallet, a few school things (books, notebooks, etc), laser pointer, mp3 player, pocket knife

Skills/ abilities:

Good with her hands. Can pick a lock easily, and repair mechanical things like clocks with ease.
Personality:

Quiet around people she doesnt know. Gives a "sweet, nice, quiet, good" personality when you dont know her. Once you get to know her, you realize that she is really very smart, can be loud, can be very devious, clever and does things sometimes that dont seem so sweet... Though, generally has a good heart and usually makes the right choices.

Bio:

Lives with her Mother, father, and brother in a three bedroom ranch style house in a small patch of woods. Katelyn doesnt have too many friends, but the friends she has are very close to her and are fun to be around. Kate can usually make a good impression on anyone, and is a bit of a tomboy at heart. She wears whats comfortable, and is more relaxed around boys than girls because of their laid back nature. She likes computers, and is generally athletic, but is now more technologically oriented. She's smart, and acts more than her age.

[kongurous]

Claimed, bitches.

Name: Ryan *bleep*

Grade: senior

Character Class: jock

Second hour class: history

Appearance: 6'4", thick red helmet hair grown into a short mullet and long in the front. Dark blue eyes, somewhat average in looks.

Equipment: pencil, ballpoint pen, sharpie, performance-enhancing pills, and a lighter(hopefully acceptable)

Skills/ abilities: good runner, and an uncanny ability to be a smartass

Personality: no shame whatsoever, good sense of humour, and has a habit of writing on things.

Bio: Ryan has always been athletic. He also has had no shame, so he's found being a general class-clown as well as what fits the bill as jock. He was born in Jacksonville, Florida and lived there until he was ten. He moved to Tennessee for two years, and then moved to Minnesota and attended school there, and had an athletic streak throughout middle school at most of high school. He found himself at Anoka High, and also got involved in the sports program there.

[Nickodemus]

Im gonna have to drop out, sorry

[Magmaniac]

This is doing better than I expected so far, heh.
Sorry to hear that, lordquimbley, why are you dropping out?
Also, I still need a goth, and now a druggie before I can open more spots so... yeah. I'll change the map and stuff to remove lordq's character later today because I have to go to work now.
Keep it up with the characters! :-D

[Nickodemus]

general pissy poor atitude about how things are going in warboards and peoples blatant disrespect for commitments. :)

[Mairamus]

Yeah, Tom, your RP is doing well. When you gonna kick this thing off?

[WarBrood]

I cant wait...This actualy sounds interesting...And I have been improving on my rping skill so this shall be a testimate of my improvements

[Scauthra]

This does sound very interesting, and it sounds kinda like a horror-action-puzzle RP. Something i've been looking for. And of course I had to make a charecter that at some point will be key in a certain 'puzzle' or problem. ^^

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Name: Tadayuki Shibisawa (Yuki)

Grade: Sophomore

Character Class: Nerd

Second hour class: Computer

Appearance: Tadayuki had shoulder length, straight black hair and eyes were of a sky blue. He wore dark blue jean shorts and a button up, short sleeve shirt of black with little dragons scattered upon it. A black digital watch on his left wrist, a black beed necklace around his neck and a small silver ring on his left hand's ring finger. He wasint your average nerd with some sort of nerdy look but his personality fit the profile, as well as his intellegence of computers. Plus he was asian.

Equipment: Aside from his watch and ring(possible equipment), Yuki had a backpack which contained three school books (Math, Reading, Social Studies), a laptop with plugin power charger, packet of pens, a gamer magazine, a PC world magazine and a PDA.

Skills/ abilities: Good with computers and some other technology items, not much of an athelete but able to do some things. A problem solver.

Personality: Warm and friendly, but also very timid. Not usurally one to speak up unless spoken to or really needs to add his say in the matter, whatever it may be. Never known to be a nasty person or known to say nasty things about people. Though some believe he has a destest of certain Jocks.

Bio: Tadayuki Shibisawa, also known as Yuki by his friends and relatives moved to Anoka, Minnesota about three years ago from Kobe Japan to leave near relatives, and also for his father to take a 'temp' job there. Since Yuki moved to Anoka he's had his share of friends and share of people who didn't care to like him. But with his shy and uncaring attitude Yuki never got into any trouble and aside from a small incident, never got pushed around (aside from the occasional "bump and push" by jocks in the hallways). Unlike his father, Yuki wanted to work with computers and design over normal, boring business plans. He was often known to be copied off of by his friends, though his grades really stood between high C and an average A (78-95% o.O ) He took in hobbies of games, computers and often played Baseball with friends. His life was overall normal, except for today....

[Markpyro]

Scauthra, where did you come from? I havent seen you around in ages O_o

[Scauthra]

Scauthra, where did you come from? I havent seen you around in ages O_o

Something was missing from my life, and it turned out to be the lovely people of Warboards. : (

[SkyScraper]

“Nine fifty five,” he muttered. “Still a long way to go…”


He was sitting in history class, slouching in his chair and pushing a pencil across his test paper with his finger. Man, did he hate history. And what a better time to shoot down his confidence with a nice juicy F then hours after the big baseball game. The only things he could think of was how to strategies his team to beat that other school.

He looked down at the zipped up sports bag containing his baseball bat inside. It was lying on the ground, right beside his chair. It was a nice new metal bat. His old, wooden one had broken, but this one was different. After he had messed up his last few bats, he decided to invest his hard-earned cash into getting a customized one made by a blacksmith who used to be a friend of his father’s, rest his soul. It was chrome with a black grip that fit his hands just as perfectly as its size and weight. It even had his name printed across it: ZEEK.

“This time, I can’t lose with you in my hands,” Zeek said under his breath, his eyes still laid upon the black bag where his bat lay inside.

“Mr. Viceguard, please stop talking to your handbag and continue exam,” Mrs. Steinfiel ordered, straightening some papers on her desk. “And for the last time, take that cap off. I don’t want to have to spend another extended day with you after school again just because of that silly hat of yours.”

“Sorry,” Zeek muttered, taking his baseball cap off and placing on the desk. He looked up at the clock. It was now nine fifty seven. He wondered if time was moving more slowly than usual today, but that would be an understatement. He had recently considered the fact that the school’s entranceway was a wormhole through the fourth dimension into a place where time moves unbelievably slow. He knew it had to be the only possible explanation.

He waited for what seemed like an hour to look back at the lclock to see it had been more like a minute. He watched until the big hand moved again. It was ten O’clock.

“Okay, class, please hand me your exams and return to your seats. I do hope you’ve all done a considerably better job on this--” Mrs. Steinfiel suddenly was cut off by a loud growling noise. “And I thought we were getting that noisy coolant system fixed… Anyway, like I said--”

A second, louder snarl was heard from afar, followed by a bloodcurdling scream.

“Oh my…” Mrs. Stienfiel said, rushing to the door window, as well as the class. Nothing was seen. “Please sit back down in your seats. Stay calm,” Mrs. Stienfield said nervously, but didn’t bother to ask again when they didn’t listen. She had already picked up the phone, punching in a few buttons before pressing it to her ear. Some seconds later, she slowly placed the phone back on the hook, obviously unanswered by the office. “Stay calm,” she repeated, tranquilly this time, but Zeek could read the anxiety on her face. “I will go and see what is the matter. I’m sure it was nothing but a silly… a silly prank…” She said, sounding as though she was attempting to convince herself. She then pushed past the students, and disappeared into the hallway.

That was the last time they saw here. For a long time.

A half-hour passed and the room had filled with chatter of what could have happened. Some noise had been heard and it was obvious something violent was occurring. Some talked of terrorists. Some said it was a riot. Another group talked about other kids who had probably snapped, shooting up the school. They talked mostly about who they labeled as nerds or goths. And yet, some slow-witted kids still thought it was a prank somehow. Zeek was going with the terrorist or shootout, but strangely, out of all the noises that were heard, none resembles anything that sounded like bullets being fired.

Zeek sat in the back of the room, holding his bat ready and eyeing the door. At the door, one kid, Zeek knew as Milton, was standing, looking outside the window in search of the teacher who had been gone ever since she left. To Zeek and the rest of the classes shock Milton suddenly froze up, turning to the class with a white face.

“What is it?”

“Tell us?”

“Tell us, Milton!” Some of the students yelled, but Milton merely looked back to the door, shacking madly with fear. THen, all of a sudden, a close crashing was heard followed by yells, screams and loud snarls and barks. Milton shrieked and jumped away from the door, running to the back of the class, and babbling indecipherably. Some of the class tried to get him to talk straight, but he been so completely instilled with fear that it proved impossible.

The class rushed to the door, all huddling to the little window as more bangs and growls were heard, closer now then ever. The class all whimpered with what seemed to be pure fear.

Zeek got up from his seat, pushing the crowds of people aside to catch a glimpse. The hallway was filled with papers and rubbish, but the root of all the noise was invisible until Zeek turned to his left, looking through the window at an angle.

Down the hall, a mass of four grey wolves and a black, woolly looking wolf, trotted down the corridor, leaving behind a trail of dead schoolworkers and children.

Zeek watched with widened eyes as the black wolf moved in front of a door not far from Zeek’s class, ramming into it and forcing it open as the four other wolves flooded in. Piercing screams and shrieks were heard and the sound of shredding cloths and heavy things dropping, that was possibly and probably bodies. Zeek looked down the hallway. Every door was opened. The wolves were killing people in every classroom they passed.

Zeek watched a young freshman run out of the infiltrated class that was soon tackled by a huge wolf before being torn to shreds. The other wolves were already moving back into the hallway, able to spot them as they all huddled by the window in any second, but the class didn’t move to save themselves. They were frozen in fear.

Zeek immediately shut the blinds in front of their eyes, and locked the door, but as he did, he felt the door shake as a wolf slammed into it from the other side. The class quickly darted to the back of the room, huddling together in fear, but Zeek kept himself pressed against the door, possibly being the only slightest weight that was keeping the door from breaking open.

With the entire class watching him, Zeek pointed to the nearest chair, motioning for someone to bring it to him. Only one boy stood, grabbing the chair and helping Zeek wedge it under the knob.

Soon the wolf seized his attempts, moving onto another door that would prove less of a dispute to force open. There were plenty of others.

Name: Zeek Viceguard
Grade: Sophomore, you know, the losers who are one step above the little freshmen, but truly know how pathetically short and pitiable they are compared to those guys in school who drive… legally, I mean for all you madcaps out there who take your mom’s caravan out so you can drive by your friends house and honk the horn like the cool guy you know you are.
Charactor class: Popular
Second hour class: History
Appearance: Messy black hair, blue eyes and some few freckles. About normal height and weight. Your average looker, not a pretty boy, but is hansom although not in a rugged sort of way. He wears a blue shirt with a name-brand design on the front and dark blue jeans. On his head is a red flexfit (stylish, right?) baseball cap with a blue rim. On the front of the hat is the symbol of his favorite team, but you won’t really notice it unless your behind him. He tends to wear it backwards allot.
Equipment: Lucky for him, Zeek carries a baseball bat because he’s too lazy to get it from his locker after school ends for recreational school game time. Besides that though, he really doesn’t have anything special: A few pencils. A pen. Some loose change and perhaps a dollar if he was lucky enough not to use it on the snack machine. He’s got some bubble gum too. Wild strawberry flavored, mind you.
Skills and abilities: Like my other and only character, Zeek loves baseball and is good at it too. He can catch, throw and swing blunt object really good. He’s also pretty clever under pressure because, being captain of his baseball team, he’s learned how to think under pressure. Besides those skills from baseball though, he really isn’t especially good at much else.
Personality: He knows where he stands in the school society, and that people think of him as being above a lot of others, but is unassuming and modest about it. Essentially he never cared about being popular in the first place and never gives into peer pressure just to fit in. He’s friendly with the ones he likes, kind to those he does not know and ignores the ones who bother him. And (like my other first character) he eats sleeps and breaths baseball. Ask him any question and he’ll give you an answer. Really. Seriously, I’m not joking. Ask him something if you don’t believe me…
Bio: Not a bad life really. The worst things that had taunted him has been his bad grades and his mother and father’s split up. He lives with his mom and visits his dad and things now aren’t extremely bad, but aren’t very good either. Let’s just say economically, his mom’s having a rough time supporting him, his little brother, the house and herself.

[WarBrood]

sky scraper...question is your character a jock or popular?

[SkyScraper]

Thats a good question... Did I even say what he was? Sorry.

Jocks are usually the big strong wreselars or football players. People who play baseball aren't really considered jocks. They aren't muscular or hefty. They just swing bats. Not to mention my guy isn't really dull-witted like a jocky is considered. He's captain of a baseball team, so he's no mathmatician, but is pretty alert at knows how to handle tight spots and elaberate stratagies.

Although, on the other hand, my guy's skills are all sports-type so if you want to get techniqual, I can change him. I guess since jocky's are usually the ones considered popular, so theres a fine line. It's up to the host, either way I'm cool with it.

It's tough to make charactors perfectly fit into classes. My guy isn't strong, isn't dumb, but is a sports player and carries a bat. I dunno what he is. He overlaps too much. It's your call, Magmaniac.

[WarBrood]

No worries. My character is very much the same. But I choose Popular instead of jock because it suits her better. But she is no captain of any team just a good player on the team.

[SkyScraper]

thats what I was gonna put down for my charactor, but I must've forgot. I guess I'll go with popular if thats alright with Magmaniac. If we don't get any jocks then I can fill in I guess.

[Spartan-II]

He always showed up a little early for class, seeing as how they were relativley close. He decided he would take the extra few minutes to think, so he put his feet up on the desk beside him. He pulled his hair back, and tied it in the familiar ponytail. He loved his hair, it fell just below his shoulder blades, and his girlfriend, Samantha, loved it. He rubbed his eyes and thought about how he and Samantha were going to the movies after school. He heard the door swing open, and heard his best friend, Harrison, his leather trench coat scraping against his jeans.

"Hey man, how was science?" he said, facing his friend.

They were a pair, they were. Harrison was a Goth, but not the stereotypical type. He didn't wear the makeup, although he wore the clothes. Today he had on a black Metallica T-Shirt, Black Jeans, and his favorite black leather trenchcoat, which he quite admired.

"Average, the old bird gave us a mound!" he said, sighing.

The tell-tale babble of the Populars and Jocks signaled them to be on their guard, Harrison always took shit because of his trenchcoat.

"Hey Goth, sacrifice any goats lately?" said one Jock, laughing and hitting his friend on the shoulder.

"Yeah actually, your mom screamed like a stuck pig." Harrison said, standing up.

"You wanna say that again, make-up boy?" the Jock said, closing in on Harrison.

He stood up now, coming beside Harrison.

"Looky, his little friend wants to play too.." his voice trailed off as he realized, Kevin was easily 4 inches taller than him, and just as strong.

"Got a problem with the way my friend dresses, goon?" said Kevin, nodding towards Harrison who was just as tall, but slightly less muscular.

"You're lucky, Zimmerman, if my friends were here-'" but he was cut off by Kevin.

"Typical coward, has to have his friend to back him up. Go sit down, before I make you." a dangerous looked flashed through Kevin's eyes, and the Jock caught it and sat down, though flipping them off as he did so.

As they sat down, they resumed their conversation about how mant levels they had gianed in Halo 2.

After a few more minutes of people entering, and talking, the teacher entered.

"Quiet down class! Look towards the board for your warm-up.." Mr. Wright started some simple algebraic equations and moved on towards the harder stuff, as something shreiked out in the hall.

Mr. Wright looked at the class, and when everyone shrugged or nodded their head, he looked outside, im the hall. He grunted, and walked out.

A blood curdling scream lit the air, and Kevin ran to the door. Mr. Wright was pinned against the wall, and a monsterour Wolf was ripping apart his throat. He watched on in horror, as the Wolf devoured most of his body. The wolf was easily four and a half feet tall, and eleven feet from nose to tail. It gave a chilling howl, and looked at him. It's fiery red eyes seemed to be the heart of malevolence themselvesm and each danced with an eerie red glow.

Snapping out of his trance, he shut the door and latche dit just as the Wolf struck. The door buckled slightly, and a cry of rage could be heard from the other side.

"QUICK! Move Mr. Wrights desk in front of the door, and then the desks!" he yelled, running for Mr. Wirghts desk. Some of the class was in shock, but the Jocks from earlier and Harrison helped him move the desk. It was easily 500 pounds becase it was Oak, but his adrenaline was pumping so fast he could have moved it by himself. They heaved it in front of the door, and started piling desks and chairs on top, under, besides, and all around it until the it resembled a twisted mess.

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Name: Kevin Zimmerman

Grade: Sophomore

Character Class: Nerd, but far from the average.

Second Hour Class: Math

Appearance: Kevin is not the average nerd, he stands at 6'1", and weighs 160 pounds. His motto is, "To train the mind to the fullest, you have to train the body." He works out every day, and runs for thirty minutes. He inherited his fathers football build, he is broad shouldered, and decently large. He has long hair, which he keeps in a ponytail. He is intellgient, and decent with computers.

Equipment: He has his backpack, with his Math Book, pencils, pens, and paper. ANd several ties for his hair.

Skills/Abilities: He is a natural tactician form playing many RTS, FPS, and War games.

Personality: He loves Dark Humor, but keeps an optimistic view on life. He detests cowards, liars, theifs, and druggies. He is strong willed, and loyal. He is also a hopeless romantic.

Bio: He leads an average life, for the most part. His parents are happily married, and he's led a good life, so far. His best friend, Harrison, he met in the Second Grade. He met his girlfriend early in the year in English, where they immediately started flirting. They haven't gone all the way yet, but things have been inching towards it for almost a month.

[Magmaniac]

This is awesome! :-D
Still don't have any druggies though...
I'm hoping to start some time in the next few days, though I guess you can post an intro for your character as a few people already have at this point.
keep up the awesomeness!

[TinyDancer]

Name: Sarah Anderson

Grade: Junior

Second hour class:
Art

Character Class: Druggie

Appearance:

Sarah is an average height, around 5'4", and 135lbs, but not fat by anymeans. She has toned muscular legs and a body on the curvy side, which she likes to show off in camisole shirts and miniskirts. Waist-length blonde hair, and hazel eyes that are the same exact color as her hair. Rather large feet, but that just means she has a "firm understanding" hardee har har.



Equipment:
Usual class stuff, pens, pencils, paintbrushes, a bottle of cough syrup, a few joints, and a lighter.



Skills/ abilities:
Sarah is good at making friends, and keeping them. A good listener, but also a good speaker when necessary. Very strong legs, and somewhat flexible. Good at drawing portraits from memory as well.



Personality:
Not a violent druggie at all, Sarah is a peacekeeper. Very mellow and laid-back. Extremely sensible, good at solving personal problems, and good at logic. Except when it comes to the effects of drug use. Then she really doesn't give a damn.



Bio:
Sarah is started doing drugs to fit in with the crowd (haha what crowd), but now is addicted. Her parents have been happily married for 27 years, and her home life is pretty happy. She owns 2 guinea pigs, and 2 gerbils, and an old dog which she is dreading the impending death of. She takes care of all of them, provided she remembers to. She was born in the house she currently lives in, in Minnesota. Her brother recently moved out to go to college somewhere out of state, Houston, TX maybe, she can never remember. Her grandfather had a heart attack at her 2nd birthday party, which she blames herself for, which also contributes to her drug use.



I'll post an actual story bit later, too tired now.

[Scauthra]

This is awesome! :-D
Still don't have any druggies though...
I'm hoping to start some time in the next few days, though I guess you can post an intro for your character as a few people already have at this point.
keep up the awesomeness!

If noone else joins Computer by probly tommorow night i'll throw in a piece to start.

[Magmaniac]

Scauthra, you are the only one in computer, the rest are NPCs, thats how all the classrooms are.
BTW, from now on please start posts with character information:

Name
Character Class
Location

[BIGDB]

Name: Xander Elijah Blackman
Grade: Junior
Class: Goth
Location: English...
Apperance: Dyed black hair (Blonde Natural), Blue eyes (But wears contacts, and they make his eyes looks black all around... VERY freaky looking. That is, if its ok with magmaniac.), Somewhere around six foot, Slim, Not whole lot on his arms, but his legs are very muscular... Could still beat the shit out of you though (Strength isn't everything you know.), Wears black (Duh..), "Military" boots... Baggy pants, black hoodie, black tank top under that.
Skills/Abilities: Xander is really good with people, great negotiator. His brain is constantly thinking about something and although he is very smart he doesn't show it much. Very, VERY fast. Street smart.
Personality: Couldn't care much less about people in general, has a couple of very close friends (Two of them being Jake and Katelyn? ;) )... And although Xander is great with people (Able to read peoples emotions, tell whats going on inside their head) he generally ignores his instinct to comfort someone, unless their close to him. Very closed off from the rest of the world... Keeps pretty quiet and when he gets focused on something, it takes his full attention.
Bio: Parents are divorced, lives with his dad... His fathers a drunk, and he used to beat Xander a lot. Xander got up enough gumption to fight back one day and beat the shit out of his old man, now he doesn't bother him anymore... Only talks shit. Thats pretty much where his distrust of people in general came from. He used to draw things, pictures from his head, but he doesn't anymore for various reasons. He hasn't seen his mother since he was seven, but doesn't really care about seeing her either, so it all evens out. Got drunk for the first time at nine, first joint at eleven, dropped acid for the first time around then too... The list could go on for a good while, but I think you get the point. He's been pretty much everywhere and tried almost everything, and has ultimately come to the conclusion that, nothing matters, and suicide isn't worth the trouble.

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Egh, aight, thats it... Magman... Let me know if theres anything wrong with that. Needs revision, whatever... I'll probably go back over it later and redo some stuff anyway, but all the basic facts will stay the same unless you say otherwise ^_^

[Scauthra]

Scauthra, you are the only one in computer, the rest are NPCs, thats how all the classrooms are.
BTW, from now on please start posts with character information:

Name
Character Class
Location

Hmm, how did I miss that? :/ Oh well, i'll write something up in a few and post it.

EDIT: Made it up, added some key secondary charecters, at least until my charecter leaves the classroom. Who else to react to such events than gamers? :P

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The class was silent for a moment with only the soft tremble of footsteps out in the halls and the humming of the computers inside the room. Tadayuki sat quietly as he already started working on the class lesson plan from the book on the computer. The computer class was pretty basic and was teaching him things he already knew, but was a necessary evil to advance in the computer courses. Soon the door opened and two more teens walked in who sat down next to Tadayuki.

"Hey Yuki, when are you getting those new computer parts for your laptop?" One of them asked.
"I acturally already got them Josh, thier in my bag. Since I have an extra long study hall today I decided i'd hook it all together then." Yuki replied, patting his bookbag next to him. Soon the teacher walked in followed by the rest of the class. Tadayuki really disliked thier teacher purly for the fact she acted like she knew everything that was needed to know about computers when she often turned up wrong or lacking in some facts. None the less, the class was simple and all the material and work was from the book, so it mattered little what the teacher had to say. One of the jocks walked in just after the bell rang and sat opposite of Tadayuki at his computer, flicking a paperball at him before sitting back.

The bell soon rang and the teacher started to bellow out orders with her arms crossed and that perma-scowl on her face. After she gave some minor and really pointless tips for the day's lesson, she sat at her desk and the class was silent except again for the humming of computers. Tadayuki looked up at the clock to see 9:58 and turned back to his completed work. Letting out a soft sigh as he opened up the internet to check some gaming forums. Soon his friends on either side of him leaned over to make idle chatter.

"So what's new?" Josh questioned.
"Nothing really, just reading information on HF2:AM." Tadayuki replied.
"Yeah!" Vince chimed in, before looking at the teacher and apologizing in a sarcastic manner. "I can't wait for that expansion, the story is too good, it seems like everything is hopeless and then you're left hanging again."

Tadayuki and Josh both nodded as they read the page. At 10:02 a voice boomed on the cracky intercom of the room, requesting all teachers to report to the auditorium for a meeting. With a big huff and a complaint filled speech from thier teacher, she grabbed her keys and coffee cup exiting to the room. "If just one computer is broken when I get back you'll all get in trouble!" The door clossed behind her as she walked down the hall. Tadayuki and his friends kept reading through stuff as the jock started messing with them, tossing paper balls over the computer to hit one of the three, and flicking rubber bands.

Vince stood up and started to get in the jocks face.
"Are you done acting like an asshole Sean?"
"Not at all, you geeks deserve to be to be picked at." Sean replied with a snicker.
"Oh yeah well..." Just as Vince was about to tell Sean off, a scream was heard outside the class room and a loud thud was heard against the door, the whole class (which consisted of about 11 teens) stood up. Vince and Sean had the best view of through the stained glass, blood, and a body... the body of thier teacher, staring lifelessly into the room. She was trying to make it back to saftey but failed. Tadayuki and Josh stood up and moved to see what was going on. When the body slid down they saw the Grey Wolf outside, about to push open the door. With quick haste Tadayuki pushed Vince and Sean aside and locked the door, looking around he bellowed at Josh to help him move the computer table in front of the door.

Hesitant at first, Josh regained himself and helped Tadayuki pull a table with three computers atop of it in front of the door, barricading it. The door was at least pretty solid, and the two could only hope that table was enough to keep the door from being pushed in, or down. Tadauki then had Josh help him move the computers and put another table ontop of other one.
After the barricade was set, Tadayuki ran back to his comp as Josh joined him, and soon Vince, then a few others from the class who were paniced, while the others were crying or frozen in terror from what Sean blurted out a few seconds sooner "A wolf.. just killed... Mrs Olson..."

Tadayuki opened up CNN to see if something big was going on, after reading the books he has, horror movies and games with deathly storylines, it was possible a story would be posted of what's going on. Vince still in disbelief sat thier, trying to talk as the power went out. The room went dark, having no windows and caused the girls and about two boys to let out a scream. Everyone was scared now and sat down, Josh, Vince and Tadayuki could barly see eacother as Vince spoke up. "...something destructive is out there.. just like a game..."

Tadayuki looked at his friend, scared but not as much as everyone else. "This ising a game though Vince... this is real.." Tadayuki looked at his bag, his PDA was low on battery, his phone could probly be useful and his Laptop was internetless. They were left in the dark, literally.

[TinyDancer]

ooc: yeah it's 2 o'clock in the morning again and I just got home..But I'll do my post anyway.

Sarah Anderson (I'm pretty sure that's my name anyway, I'm feeling too lazy to check)
Druggie
Art Class
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"Okay class, finish up washing your brushes, I'm just going to pop over to the restroom for a moment, then to the meeting in the gym. And Sarah, stop smelling the turpentine!!"

Miss O'Mally was a fairly young teacher, and relatively lenient when it came to her 2nd period art class. She was rather worried about that Sarah girl though, she seemed sweet but troubled. Oh well, she thought to herself, and walked out the classroom door.

"That bitch thinks she can tell me what to do? Screw that.." Sarah said as she took a deep whiff of the chemical before screwing the cap back on. Suddenly there was a thud, and Sarah noticed the teachers face smashed against the window in the door, surrounded by blood. "Oh my God!!" The teenager shouted, and ran to the door to lock it. Peering past the red smears, she saw something large, black, and furry. "Okay you guys..stay calm! At least..I think that's what we should do..Oh hell I don't know, but that seems like a good idea. Someone help me move stuff in front of this door, if whatever got Miss O'Mally tries to get through this door, I want to cause them as much trouble as possible!"

People tended to trust Sarah, as her instincts were usually pretty keen. Several students quickly ran from their easels to move tables, chairs, whatever they could find in front of the door. "Okay, now what?" One shouted. "I don't know..I need time to think! To plan! Hmm.."

ooc: Sorry it's short..I'm tired.

[Mairamus]

Ronnie
Nerd
History

Intro Story: First Hour Passing Time

"Ringgggggggg" the bell sounded as the kid's cleared out after first hour. Ronnie came walking out Math class and walked over to the usual group of his "friends". "Ay Jamie, what're ya gay?" Rob turned around and looked at Ronnie. "Oh, hi Ronnie..."

"Ay, Jamie when can I get that picture of you wearing that thong? I got a funny idea, I'm gonna put Dale's head on it!"

"What the fuck Ronnie just get the fuck out of here!" Rob cried.

"Oh what're you on your period, Jamie?" said Ronnie.

Rob walked over to his locker and stood by Ant. "Hey Ant, Jamie's on his period isn't he?" asked Ronnie.

"Ronnie get the fuck out of here!" shouted Ant. Rob and Ant walked away. Now Ronnie walked over to Kevin. "Ay, Kevin, Jamie's taking a pic of himself in a thong. You still gotta do that too."

"No thanks, Ronnie." Kevin said. Then Kevin walked away. Then Ronnie walked over the last remaining person, Reece. "Hey Fatty, lose some weight over the weekend?" said Ronnie.

"God Ronnie you're fucking gay!" Reece said.

"Jeez, Fatty, I'm just asking." After that Reece walked away after Kevin and Ronnie was left all by himself. So out of saddness, that all his "friends" rejected him, he mooped off to his second hour History class.

[BlackHawk]

(OOC: This looks really cool Mag, however I'm only home until the 25th, then I go to San Fran 'til Sept. the 1st, do you think I could join now and have my character 'disappear' until I get back?)

[Magmaniac]

Sorry BH, that won't work, just submit me a character when you get back (if this is still going), and I'll fit you in then.

[BlackHawk]

Sorry BH, that won't work, just submit me a character when you get back (if this is still going), and I'll fit you in then.

Okay, that's fine, thanks. I'll join up as soon as I'm back xD.

[Scauthra]

So after everyone else joins and gets thier stuff in, the RP will officially start at the 30 hour mark after the first incident and we'll start our movements? ^^

[Markpyro]

(Kate,goth,science)

The teacher, Mrs.Birch, lagged on and on about how to dissect a frog properly.
Damn you, woman! I just want to get it over with!!
Katelyn tuned out, thinking about what to do when to get home, leaning her stool back up against the end counter. Suddenly, the old chair slipped and Kate was thrown to the floor after knocking her head against granite.
"DAMNIT!", she said aloud. Mrs.Birch looked horrifed as her face turned a bit red. Katelyn was standing up when something banged against the door. Mrs.Birch walked over, and looked out calmly, ready to scold some rough-housing children. A furry arm grabbed her from the side, and dragged her out the door. The children watched in shock, but Katelyn rushed to the door. She slammed it and locked it, but doubted the half rotten door would hold anything. She looked around, hoping to find somewhere to hide.
"Move to the Back of the room!" She shouted, and the children did so. Katelyn barred the windows with the large flat wooden panels from the space unit, a large diagram of the solar system and key factors.
The storage room! She gestured towards the heavy steel door, and fifteen students squeezed into the small area. Katelyn locked the door just as something ripped into the classroom. Katelyn gestured for everyone to get down, and she peeked into the little window of foot thick glass. A wolf like creature was sniffing around, confused. It smelled of prey, but they were nowhere to be found. Just as it turned towards the kiln door, kate hid from sight. Heavy breathing and whispers enveloped the room.
"Katelyn, was WAS that?" Katelyn looked a bit dumbfounded, hardly believing what she had seen.
"It... was a big wolf. A... bit like a werewolf, you know, from the old black and white horror movies?"
"But they're not real!" Kate shrugged, confused.

[Magmaniac]

Yup. :D
I can't wait...
But I'm going to wait, for everyone to do character intros...
Speaking of, I haven't done mine yet! Hmm.. I'll post mine after soccer tomorrow.
This is going to be fun.
:D
Edit:
MP, sorry but TD actually took the only art spot, you never put which class you wanted to be in on your char sheet so I didn't put you on the map and stuff...

[Spartan-II]

Kevin Zimmerman
Nerd (kinda)
Math

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The pile rattled and shook as the monstrous Wolf hit the door, but it held. There was easily Six Hundred pounds worth of tables, desks, and chairs piled against the doors.

The thuds of the enraged Wolf hitting the door suddenly ceased, and there was a blood chilling howl. The click-clack of it's nails hitting the tiled floor frew steadily fainter until it could be heard no more.

"Wha-Wha-What are those things?" a girl said behind him, stuttering in her confusion and fear.

"They look like Wolves, but no Wolves i've ever seen..." he said, remembering the evil gleam in the beasts eyes.

"What happened to Mr. Wright?" asked Harrison, bending down and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Dead. Ripped his throat out, and ate the body.." he said, letting his hair dangle infront of his head. It had come undone in the struggle to barricade the door.

A girl behind him started sobbing, and nearly everyone else looked on in shock, terror, or numbed indifference. Looking on, he realized he needed to be strong, and the new conviction seemed to give him strength.

Looking around the classroom, he noticed Mr. Wrights computer on its side.

"Alright, I need someone who's good with computers to help me get that ting running.."

[Magmaniac]

Here is my character intro, and I’m hoping to get this bizzatch started sometime within the next couple days. :-D

Jake Christianson
Goth
Dreaming
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A rush of footsteps, Jake was running down a long winding hallway lined with steel doors that were padlocked shut. He was breathing heavily because he had been running for so long, and he didn't think he could keep it up for much longer. But he knew he had to, or the thing chasing him would get him. He didn't know what it was, all he knew was that it smelled of death and burned like fire. He could hear it coming behind him, and it wasn't that far now.

Jake was so sore, he usually doesn't run very often, and now he had been running for what seemed like days. You could tell how sore he was just by looking at him, his long curly blond hair dripping wet with sweat over his face, his mouth hanging wide open, the skin on his face flush red while the rest was a ghostly white.

"Gotta... get... to the... end..." he said between long panting breaths.

But why did he have to get to the end? What was there waiting for him? Did he even know?

Jake cried out as he stumbled over his own feet, and sent himself sprawling forward across the floor.
"Shit!" Jake yelled.

Jake started to get up as quickly as he could, but it was too late, IT was upon him, the darkness enveloping him, smothering his choking breaths....

"For the third fucking time Jake, wake the fuck up and go to school god damnitt!" Jeffrey slammed Jakes door and stormed down the hallway uttering a string of obscure and profane obscenities, obviously blazed off his ass.

Jake awoke, and found that he was tangled up in his bed covers. He mumbled something about drugs and getting up.
Jake stumbled to the bathroom to take a shower. He looked at the clock on the wall in the bathroom, and woke up in quite a hurry. "SHIT I'm late!"

Jake threw on some black jeans, a t-shirt, and his trench coat, and his chains and threw all the shit he brings to school in his pockets and was out the door.

Jake walked into school and started straight towards his first hour class. When he got there, he grabbed the door handle and opened the door, and as soon as he did the bell ending first hour rang. "I see you decided to show up today, Mr. Christianson!" said Mrs. Niest.

"Sorry Mrs. Niest," Jake replied, "I had to get my beauty sleep."

A few people laughed as they walked out the door. Jake got the homework he missed, and left in search of his girlfreind Sandra. She wasn't by her locker, or by his.

"Damnitt where the fuck is she?" Jake questioned aloud.

Jake looked around the main commons and saw Dale and Tom hanging out with the people they usually do, over by Rob's locker, Dale stuck out like a sore thumb because he was about 6" taller than the rest of them, not including his very large white curly afro.

"DALE!! Jake yelled.
"JAKE!!!" Dale replied as him and Tom started walking towards Jake, good thing they did too, because it looked like that stupid Ronnie kid was just walking over to them.

"DAAAAALE!!!"
"JAAAAAKE!!!"

"Whats up homies?" Jake asked. "Either of you know where Sandra is?"
"Nope," replied Tom, "But I would like to know where the fuck YOU were this morning when you were supposed to be picking us up for school."
"Yeah about that..." Jake explained, "I was uh... sleeping. Sorry."
"Sleeping. Yeah. SUUURE you were." Dale mocked. "So that's what you kids call it these days."
"Shut up," said Jake, right as the bell rang to warn that second hour would start in two minutes. "Shit I gotta get to class, See ya peeps."

"Peace," said Tom.
"BYE JAKE!" yelled Dale.
"BYE DALE!" yelled Jake.

Jake went to his second hour class through the crowded hallways without incident, slipping into his seat just as the bell rang. “Hello class!” said Jake’s English teacher, Mr. Larson, as he waddled his gargantuan mass into the room. Mr. Larson took attendance, and went over to the blackboard to begin his daily lecture on To Kill A Mockingbird. Several students were already asleep.
“Okay class, of you would turn to chapter ten, you will see that Atticus –“ but he was cut off by an announcement.

“Attention. All staff please report immediately to the auditorium for an emergency staff meeting. Thank you, that is all.”

“Well what in the world could this be about?” questioned Mr. Larson aloud. “Class, I will be right back, control yourselves while I’m gone.”
“Don’t worry Mr. Larson!” Jake said. “I got things under control.”

The class talked amongst each other for a few minutes, and slowly became louder. Jake looked at his watch and saw it had been about 15 minutes since Mr. Larson had left. “What the fuck dude, where is he?” Jake wondered aloud. Jake walked over to the door, and opened it.

Jake poked his head out into the hall, and looked left and right, seeing no one in the hall. He stepped out into the hall leaving the door open and took the two or three steps towards the next door, where Dale had English. Jake opened the door and looked in, seeing the same scene that was in his room.
“JAKE!!” Dale exclaimed.
“DALE!!” Jake replied.
Dale got up from where he was sitting and walked over to the door. They both stepped out into the hall, and leaned against the wall.

“Is your teacher not back yet?” asked Jake.
“No, I thought they said it was going to be quick.” Dale replied.
“They’re fucking liars then aren’t they.” Jake pointed out.
Dale laughed and agreed. Jake could see the shadow of something moving on the wall, and started to turn around, and as soon as he did he heard a bloodcurdling scream from the direction he was turning, and he felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Down the hall was a very large, very bloody, very angry wolf.
A few people from Jake’s class were poking their heads out the doorway, as were people from Dale’s, in wonder of the scream. What they saw was a wolf walking out of the door to the next classroom, where someone’s arm could be seen on the floor sticking out the doorway, and a pool of blood slowly spreading out in that direction.

“HOLY HELL!” Jake exclaimed. Jake hastily ran into his room, shoving everyone poking their heads out back into the room in the process. Dale did the same. Someone slammed the door shut, and they could hear the wolf trying to claw it’s way through the thick door.

The people in the room were panicking, “What the hell is going on!?”, “Oh god we’re going to die!”, “What are we gonna do!?”, etc.
“EVERYONE STAY CALM!” Jake’s loud voice shut everyone up. Jake looked around the room quickly, and he found what he was looking for.

“Someone help me move this cabinet in front of the door, quick!”
Jake dashed over to the cabinet, and noone seemed to be following him.
“COME ON! CABINET! DOOR! NOW GOD DAMNITT!”

A couple of people snapped to and rushed over to help him. The cabinet was very heavy, and the three of them managed to push it in front of the door.
Jake slumped down against the cabinet, and heard something in the hallway that sent a shiver down his spine: a rush of footsteps.
There were more of them.

[Scauthra]

(Remember Spartan, the electricity is out. So unless Mr. Wrights computer is a laptop, you wont get much of anything out of it. I overlooked that at first too, and decided to make the devices I had were not instant winners. Like the low batteries and no-wireless internet. ^^)

(Rawr.. can't wait for this thing to start. I'm in a huge survival horror binge at the moment.)

[Spartan-II]

(OOC: I realize that, but it's going to lead to something else. :D)

[Scauthra]

(OOC: I realize that, but it's going to lead to something else. :D)
(I take back what I said, i'm curious now. ^^;)

[Graeme]

(OOC: I'd love to join, as I was asked to join by my good friend Mag, but with university in only a week I have a serious lack of time. Sorry buddy :/.

Something was missing from my life, and it turned out to be the lovely people of Warboards. : (
Awww <3 <3 Scauthra ^_^_^_^. )

[Tharisfal]

I'll join, but I'm a nebie RPer.

"Name: David Jonhson

Grade: senior

Character class: druggie

Second hour class: science

Appearance: David has long blonde hair, black eyes and has white skin. Has 1.77m and has 69 kilos. Wears black long jeans, a red T-shirt that has Led Zeppelin on it and a red cap.

Equipment: a switchblade, two boxes of matches, a cellphone, a pencil, a notebook and a bottle of vodka.

Skills/Abilities: David besides being a good runner is good with computer and has a scary voice. He is best at history, and science.

Personality: David is a deep thinker, a lover of justice and a imposing person. He doesn't like to be humiliated and respects his classmates if they respect him.

Bio: His mother died in a car accident 4 years after David's birth. his father is a veteran soldier. He teached him about life and how to survive in it.

In the school he usually ended up in detention for beating up all the kids who did bad things(like beating other kids and stealing food money). At the age of 11 he fell in love with Cindy Parker. At the age of 13 when one of his friend died, David stayed in his room and mourned his friend. Listening to songs like I feel empty and Show must go on."

I'll make the intro later;).

[WarBrood]

welcome Tharisfal just two things about your post... #1) We already have three goths and there are no more slots left, and #2) matches* teached* and a whole bunch of grammer errors...I know I'm not perfect but what you have there is just....I cry when I read it

[Tharisfal]

Man, this is so humiliating:(. I'll fix the problems. Is it ok now? And one question, whats OOC?

[WarBrood]

ooc (out of contex)---You corrected many of the mistakes....with a quick glance over I could only spot on more major one.

’David beside being a good runner, is good with computer and has a scary voice.’
This sentence has a sentence fragment. Quick lesson in grammar, every sentence must have a noun and a verb, it must have the noun linking directly to the verb in order to complete the though. Ex. The dog can run. Dog is the noun and run is a verb. The way you can tell if it is a complete sentence is removing all the unnecessary words and see if the sentence can still make sense. Such as in the sentence 'the dog can run,' you can remove the two words the and can and get 'dog run' where the concept of the sentence is still understood. To make light on your sentence 'David beside being a good runner, is good with a computer and has a scary voice,' I will break it into two sentences as you did with the coma. 'David beside being a good runner.' This sentence holds a noun and many descriptive terms. If the sentence were 'David is a good runner,' it would be a complete sentence. First of all to correct the sentence, 'David beside being a good runner, is good with a computer and has a scary voice.' I recommend changing beside into besides and removing the coma after runner. This will complete the sentence for you.

[Tharisfal]

Thanks very much.

[Scauthra]

Startttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt :(

[Magmaniac]

Sorry guys, I've been busier than I ever thought possible the past few days... And I work seven days in a row right now, then I'm being forced to go to my cabin where there is no internet for labor day weekend, then school starts.
Rawr.
But, don't worry, I WILL get this going the first week of school, until then feel free to post things happening in your own classroom, but do not go on to the next day, and do not have any contact with any other RPer's characters.
Warbrood is my assistant GM by the way, and I'd like to say thanks to WB for helping out Tharisfal while I was busy these last couple days. (Soccer every day plus 10 hour shifts every day equals no free time!)
Warbrood, keep the RP within the guidelines I set, and don't advance past that. If I somehow get a chance to continue sooner, I will.
This RP is always open for more characters.

[TinyDancer]

I'm rather glad it hasn't started yet because my parents went out of town so I won't be here to post until Sunday.

[Scauthra]

I'll add a little prequal to hour 30 then.

Hour 13.

Not only has it been thirteen hours since the first wolf was spotted outside the computer room, but also thirteen hours since anyone has eaten, drank, or used the restroom. There were a few fights between the students, mainly Tadayuki's friends and Sean going at it about the door and the utilities they had on hand. Hour 30 would be thier hour of action, but they didn't know that, only if Catlin did...

"I'm sick and tired of your god damn geeks thinking you run the freaking place!" Sean yelled.
"If we open that door we're all dead Sean, and you know it!" Vince shouted back.
"And if we stay in here we'll die of starvation!" Sean retorted. Vince and Sean couldint see eachother and the room was too dark to attempt a fight even if they wanted to, so all they had were words. Meanwhile Tadayuki sat in his chair, leaning against the wall with his backpack in his lap. Josh sat next to him. They idly chatted back and forth every now and then, thinking of what to do and how to solve things. Soon Josh broke the silence.

"I know you said it wont help any, but can't we at least try to get your laptop set up?"
"No... I need a more light than just the laptop, and I need more wiring to do any sort connection between my phone and laptop.. plus I don't even know if it will work.."
"I know man.. but still... remember when we played Resident Evil.. and things seemed hopeless than we found that one piece needed to continue on?"
"Yeah."
"I just know your stuff are the pieces. We have to use them."
Tadayuki sighed. "Even if I could set up a temporary connection, or got my phone to contact someone, we'd still be stuck in this room. I know it's hard.. but think Josh... there will be a point where we can make our move, just.. now is not the time... I wish it was..."
Josh let his head thump against the wall, while howling could be heard out in the hallways, and the door was banged on again. One of the girls squealed out a screech, while the others just hudled together. Vince felt his way around and sat down in front of Josh and Tadayuki.
"If we're forced to resort to cannibalism, I nominate Sean." Vince stated angrily. Sean bellowed somthing at Vince but Vince feigned deaf.

Tadayuki looked at the door, the very faint light of the hallway was only enough to remind him that light acturally existed. He closed his eyes and gripped his bag tighter, as Vince started to talk to Josh, talking in a low voice to not alarm the rest of the class.

"Hey Josh.. who do you think will survive of the class?"
"What kind of question is that man?!" Josh replied in shock.
"Come on man... i'm bored.. I know we'll find a way to get out.. but just think.. if only some of us were to live, who'd it be..?"
Josh shook his head, barly noticable as he went along with Vince's plan to pass the time. "You, me, Yuki... Cathy... George... maybe Catlin.... but not Sean."
Tadayuki spoke softly. "Why not Sean?"
Vince chimed in before Josh could reply. "Because he's arragant. And the arragant charecters always die, or become villans.. then die." It was silent as Vince looked back into Josh's direction. "Why Catlin?"
"Because she's fast, and smart. She's not the type to run at a monster or let herself get caught."

Just then, one of the girls let out a scream, which in turn made everyone in the class look at the direction the girls all sat, and the wolf outside to start pounding at the door again. Tadayuki dropped his bag and fumbled over the chairs to stop the girl from screaming. The girl calmed down and clinged to him. "What's the matter Beth?" Beth took his hand and made him point in the dark. Tadayuki got onto his knees and crawled close, he felt a hand, then his fingers touched a wrist covered with numerous braclets, that easily told him it was Catlin. "Catlin?" He asked. No reply he felt around and his figers felt a round plastic object, it took him a few seconds but he soon remembered what it was. He picked it up and examined it in the dark, it was a medicine bottle, Catlins medicine bottle, and it was empty.

Tadayuki stood up and slowly walked back to his chair, feeling his way as he did. Vince asked him what it was.

"Catlin didn't give her medicine to the school nurse... she kept it with her... and she took it all..."
The room stayed quiet, not even Vince opened his mouth.

(OOC: The overdose seems like a little much and unlikly, but the whole fact that wolves are attacking is unlikely. I remember someone I knew when I went to highschool had a small bottle of asprin in thier bag, so I took that and added it to this.)

[WarBrood]

Brandi Carson
Popular
Girls locker room
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"What do we do? Brandi you have to tell us what to do?" A stagering girl who name was Alexia had tears falling as fast as waterfalls off her face.

"I don't know what to do." Brandi felt a heavy load put on her shoulders ever since she returned to the locker room, and with a locker room full of scared girls with bats you don't want to dissapoint them.

"But you killed one! Tell us, what is their weekness?" Another girl stepped to speak, Brandi remembered her name was Jennifer.

"Well bullets work, I found the old track starter gun in the equipment room and it had one bullet left in it. I still have the gun, but no bullets. But they seem just aceptable to injuries as we are, so your bats could protect you." The whole class seemed to look up to her as their messiah, their way out of the present hell hole. "One thing I know for sure is we can't stay here. Does anyone have an idea of a way out?"

"Well how do we know that wasn't the only wolf? I havent heard anymore noises since." A heavy set girl sitting in the corner poke her head up, she wasn't very popular and usualy the last one picked for a team. Brandi struggled to remember her name, all she ever heard her called was 'Piggy.'

"I have a feeling there is more out there, I don't know for sure but I trust my feelings."

"Well I don't, I just want to go home." Piggy stood up and moved toward Brandi with a mutinous look on her face. "In fact I want to go right now."

Brandi did not want to pick a fight with her, Brandi only stood to her shoulders and was about half the width, including the fact Brandi never fought someone before there would be no fight happening today. "FINE! If you want to leave there is the door." Brandi through her fingure toward the locked steal door where she already saw Piggy start toward.

A swift click of a lock opening and the slow grind of a rusted hinge and Piggy was gone. Another girl followed quickly behind to close the door and lock it again. The whole room fell dead silent as all they heard was the soft pattern of footsteps in walking in the gym. The room filled will screams when a scream was heard from the gym followed by a howl, another howl, and three more. There were five wolves outside the locker room. I yelp was heard probely resulting from a hit from a bat, then there was silence again. Brandi looked at the rest of the horrified class in silence, finaly with an excited tone spoke up.

"This room is made of solid concrete!"

"Yah so," The Alexia girl did not seem to understand what Brandi ment.

"We should not oh been able to hear what happened out there if it was complete concrete, there is a ventalation system to this room. We just have to find it."


----------------------------To be continued---------------------------------------

[TinyDancer]

Umm..What happened? Is this starting or what?

[WarBrood]

yes it will just give the gm some time to get stuff together

[Magmaniac]

Yes yes, My post is being created, and will be posted FRIDAY NIGHT. (Friday night continues on until about 2 p.m. on saturday in case you were wondering.)
Hopefully people haven't lost interest already because the fun is about to start. :-D

[TinyDancer]

ooc: Hey Brandi stole my ventilation system idea..maybe they'll meet up at some later point. /ooc

Sarah paced the room, resuming her old habit of biting her fingernails. Her grey-green courdoroy skirt was being tossed around she was walking so fast, back and forth, back and forth.

"What should we do Sarah?" One of the kids in the class asked.

"I don't know Bailey, I'm thinking!!"

Bailey looked worried and pulled out her cell phone.

"No, don't! I'm kind of worried right now, what if someone intercepts it?"
"You don't have to worry Sarah, I can't get a signal in here anyway, stupid school..."

The girl put her phone away looking dejected.

"Okay..so what now..what now..we coul-no, the power's out. What abou-oh nevermind, Miss O'Mally's gone too. Hmm..."

Sarah pulled out her cough syrup and took a swig. One of the girls in the class gave her a dirty look, and so Sarah just flipped her off. "Do you not understand the situation here? Rules don't matter anymore. I need to think more clearly. Get it?" The girl nodded meekly.

"Jeese it's hot in here, I wish the air conditioning could run...stupid ventilation system..WAIT! The vents! Someone help me make a stack of things to reach the ceiling!" Sarah shouted.

The students who weren't busy cowering in the corner or scowling and everyone jumped up to help pile up chairs, desks, whatever sturdy furniture was around, until the mound almost hit the particle board tiles.

"Okay, so who wants to go up first?" Sarah announced.

~to be continued~

[WarBrood]

(you may find the vents...but you cannot leave the room yet)

[TinyDancer]

(I know, they were just finding one.)

[Scauthra]

(I like my crazy idea of escape from the classroom. ^_^)

[Magmaniac]

(OOC: Sorry about the delay, let’s get this bizzatch started, shall we?)

Jake Christianson
Goth
English
They were cold.
They were tired.
But most of all, they were hungry. Most of them hadn’t eaten for a few days. Many hadn’t eaten breakfast yesterday morning before the… incident, so their last meal was some forty hours ago.
Some of the students were arguing over what should be done, some wanting to stay put and wait for help, some thinking it was probably safe to go by now.
Jake was sitting in the corner with his eyes closed, thinking about Sandra. Hoping she was safe, hoping he would be able to see her again…
“Hey, I haven’t heard any of those things for a long ass time,” said a girl, “Why don’t we just go out in the hallway and see if there are any there?”
“My ass!” said a very nervous looking kid, “If that door gets opened, we’re all fucked, how can you not get that through your dumb blonde head?”
Jake tried to tune out their pointless arguing. He knew it wouldn’t get them anywhere to sit here, but going out into the hall was suicide. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, noticing a cover to the school’s ventilation system.
“And what do you think we should do?” the girl said to the boy.
“I think we should just wait it out. Come on, we can survive until help comes,” he replied.
Jake set a desk under the cover on the ceiling, and got up on top of it and started unscrewing the screws holding it up.
“Yeah right!” exclaimed another girl, “I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to sit here and starve myself waiting for help.”
“Why not?” another boy replied, “That’s something you do regularly anyways.”
The girl’s jaw dropped and she slapped him.
“Anyways,” he said, rubbing the side of his face, “We have to find a way out of here. But we can’t get out through the door, for reasons that should probably be obvious. The only question in my mind is how we’re going to do that.”
Jake tossed the grate into the middle of the group of people talking, and it landed on the floor at their feet with a loud clang. All the people looked down at it, then over at Jake, for the first time realizing what he was doing.
“What?” Jake asked with a smile.
“Looks like Jake’s way ahead of us…” said one of the boys in the class.
“How bout this,” Jake said, “I’m gonna go check around through the ventilation system. I’ll see if anyone else survived, if those… wolves are gone, and we’ll make plans from there?”
“Yeah he’s right, other people are probably surviving too.We should probably get everyone together too, there’s better safety with numbers.”
“Yeah, but where would we go? It’s not like too many more people are going to fit comfortably in one classroom.”
“How about the metals room?” Jake suggested. “There’s enough room for plenty of people, plus it’s not like it’s got big thick heavy steel doors on the inside and outside that you couldn’t get through with a tank.”
The classroom muttered their approval.
“Well, I think a tank would probably be able to get through those doors,” said a nerdy kid.
“No I don’t think so,” said Jake,” It’s up on a ledge with a rail in the way, the tank couldn’t be able to climb it and get to the door.”
“True, but supposing the tank could, I don’t think the door would be able to hold against it.”
“Shut up,” Jake said. “I’m going, If I find someone, I’m going to tell them to all go to the metals room right when the sun sets.”
A few people said “Good luck,” and Jake nodded and climbed up into the shaft.
It was tight and cramped, Jake barely had room to turn his head. He crawled along on his hands and knees through the shaft towards the room next door where Dale was. He saw a grate like the one he had taken off up ahead, and he knew it was Dale’s room.
He stopped a few feet before the grate.
“What if I look in there and it’s just a bloody mess? What if noone else did survive?” Jake thought.
He waited, trying to build up the courage to crawl the last few feet and look through the vent.
Finally, he went. Jake crawled to the grate and looked down, prepared for the worst, and when he looked down the first thing he saw was the top of Dale’s head, who was sitting on a desk swinging his legs back and forth.
Jake pushed the grate down and it landed on Dale’s head. Dale screamed, as did a few others.
“DAAAAAALE!” Jake yelled down.
“Holy crap Jake!” Dale exclaimed, “You almost made me poop myself!”
Jake laughed and dropped down into the room. “So, how’s everyone? Doin’ fine I see. Just felt like dropping by.”
:”I thought we were the only ones who survived!” said a boy in the class.
“Well, you were wrong then, weren’t you?” Jake said. “I’m organizing a plan, at sundown, everyone needs to go to the metals room.”
“Through the vents?” asked Dale, “Because I don’t think I can fit in there.”
Jake thought for a second, then said, “No, no one should use the vents. They barely hold me by myself, let alone a whole class full of people. And on that note, off I go!”
Jake climbed back up into the shaft and one of the people in the class said “So how are we going to get there?”
“Be creative,” Jake said. “See you later tonight,” then he kept going through the shaft.
Jake made his way to the hallway and found a grate. When he looked down what he saw made his blood run cold. There were four wolves in a line, the one in the front was smaller than the rest. Jake tried to stay absolutely still, so as to not catch their attention, because he didn’t know whether or not they could jump up and reach him. He watched them and noticed the smaller wolf was going up to each door and sniffing it, then nudging it with it’s head. The first door it came to swung open and Jake grew tense. He couldn’t see what was in the room, but the wolves just let it swing back shut and went over to the next door, which was the one for his room.
The wolf sniffed the door, but when it tried to nudge it, it didn’t open. The wolf then put claw up to the door and made a mark. When the wolves continued on, Jake saw that it was the Roman numeral VI.
“Holy shit,” Jake thought. “They’re smart.”
Jake looked to the door the wolf hadn’t marked and making sure the wolves weren’t near him anymore, crawled forward towards it. When he looked down into the classroom he almost vomited, but he restrained himself.
There was blood everywhere. And body parts. Jake couldn’t identify any single person, all he saw was an arm here, a leg there, a few mangled disembodied heads… But the thing that got to him the most wasn’t the piles of gore, it was the arm that the large black wolf in the room was chewing on.
There was a bracelet and a watch on the wrist that Jake knew very well.
They were Sandra’s.
Tears started rolling down Jakes cheeks as his face grew red with rage.
“You fucking BASTARDS!” Jake yelled. The wolf stopped and looked up and saw Jake through the grate. “Oh shit.”
The wolf howled. It was a disgusting, ear wrenching noise. Jake started crawling as fast as he could through the shaft. He heard a loud bang behind him as the wolf jumped up and hit the shaft, causing it to dent upwards. The wolf jumped again, and this time the whole section of the shaft fell off the ceiling.
Luckily, Jake was to the next section, and crossing the wall to the next room. He turned his head as far as he could and saw the wolf jumping enthusiastically trying to get into the shaft, but it was too big. Jake turned and continued down the shaft, which lead back into the hallway.
Remembering the announcement right before they were attacked for all the teachers to meet in the auditorium, he headed towards it.
Along the way he saw through grates more wolves, and a few dead bodies as well.
Jake reached the auditorium, and when he looked into it, he wasn’t able to hold back his vomit. The teachers who had made it there were still there, but they were on crosses hanging from the ceiling. Upside down crosses. With their heads cut off.
There were not any wolves in the auditorium… that Jake could see.
But there was a pentagram painted on the stage in blood, and above that in the air there seemed to be some sort of red black void hovering there, swirling like a spiral.
Jake couldn’t bear to see more, he continued on.
The next grate Jake saw was over the gym. He passed it, it was a long ways up and he didn’t want to jump down that far and break his legs. The shaft turned and Jake saw a spot where the shaft dropped down to the lower level, and saw a grate beyond it which was at the top of the stairs leading to the locker rooms and gym downstairs. He opened the grate then went back to the drop in the shaft
“I’ll check out the locker rooms and work may way to the other end of the school room by room from here.” Jake thought. He dropped down the shaft, and when he landed in the next one, it fell through, and Jake went with it.
“Fuck!” Jake yelled. He fell on top of a row of lockers, bounced off, and was sent sprawling against the wall.
Jake looked around frantically wondering if he was safe and realized that he was in the girls locker room. Surrounded by girls.
A very large grin grew on Jake’s face.
He looked over and saw a girl he knew from his science class and snapped back to reality. “Hey Brandi!” he said.
“Hey Jake,” she replied. “Come to rescue us? I knew there was a ventilation shaft in here somewhere.”
“Yeah, I’m trying to round up everyone who survived.” Jake explained, “We’re all going to meet in the metals room at sundown.”
“The metals room? That’s the farthest possible place in the school from here!”
“It’s also the safest, and we can use the shop to make weapons…”
Jake looked up at the ventilation shaft and knew he wouldn’t be able to go back up that way, he would have to climb straight up the shaft.
“Do you know if there is anyone in the boy’s locker room?” he asked.
“I don’t know… there might be,” said a girl. “We’ve all stayed in here. There’s wolves out there.”
Jake sighed, “Do you think you could try to get word to them to meet at the metals room tonight?”
“I’ll try…” Brandi said.
“Okay.” Jake looked around the room, “Is there anything in here that I could use to climb up to the ventilation shaft?”
“That one?” a girl asked, pointing to the one he had fallen through, “Its like, straight up, you couldn’t climb up it.”
“No, I left one open at the top of the stairs, I’m gonna try to make a run for it, it’s not far.”
“Well, there’s a rack of folding chairs over by the corner.” Said another girl.
Jake walked over to the rack and grabbed one of the chairs, “This will have to do I guess.”
He walked over to the door with the chair and got ready to run.
“Brandi, you open the door and I’ll run and you close the door after me.” Jake said.
“Okay. Be careful,” Brandi said, remembering what happened last time someone left the room through that door.
“Thanks,” Jake said, “I’m going. Open the door.”
Brandi opened the door, and Jake ran out as fast as he could carrying the folding chair. He turned to the stairs and as he started running up them, he heard the clicking of claws on the tile floor and the snarling of the wolves after him. He quickly opened the folding chair at the top of the stairs, set it down, climbed up on top of it, and jumped up to the grate he had opened earlier. He pulled himself up, the shaft groaning, barely supporting his weight, just as the first wolf leaped from the top of the stairs, it’s sharp teeth missing his feet by inches.
Jake pulled himself down the shaft to the next room.
He looked down in the grate and saw that the room was another bloody mess. Jake just kept going, but soon to find the next room the same as the last. So was the next one. And the next one.
Jake searched every room of the school, and he found several surviving classrooms, which he spread his plan to, but by the time he got back to his own room, he was definitely used to seeing blood and gore.

(OOC: Woo, finally! Sorry about the long post. Post your character meeting with Jake, reactions to Jake’s plan, you and your class getting ready to get to the metals room, etc., but DON’T GO YET. I’ll post to go in my next post. :D)

[Tharisfal]

ooc Sorry i need to quit. Or my grades will turn to F. Sorry:(!

[TinyDancer]

Sarah Anderson
Art
Druggie
(sorry I forgot to tag my last post with this)
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Sarah was still standing next to the pile of furniture when the vent-cover fell on top of the pile. She picked it up, looked and looked at it.

"Oh really helpful, which one of you morons threw this? You think it will make it easy to get into the vent? Retards..." She retorted. One of the other kids in the class snickered and pointed up.

"Err..yes?"

Sarah looked up to see a rather gangly guy sticking his head out of the vent. She also noted with some amusement that he was goth, and rather cute, despite the tears that had made his eyeliner run all down his cheeks.

"Woah, where'd you come from? I thought we might be the only ones!" Sarah said to the stranger.

"I was in my English class, there are more of us all over the school. Listen, my name is Jake, and I have a plan, so listen up. At sundown, find some way to get to the Metals room. You got that? The Metals room." Jake replied.

"I'm Sarah by the way, and how do you suggest we get to the Metals room? Are the vents safe?"

"Erm. Nice to meet you I suppose. No, the vents are not safe. They'll barely hold me, much less tubby over there." Jake pointed, and "Tubby" pulled a face. "I can't tell you how to get there, I haven't yet figured out exactly what to do with my class yet. But you look like a smart kid, you can do it. And with that, I go to the next class. Good luck, and I hope you have a strong stomach!" Sarah watched as the boy's legs disappeared over her.

"Well does anyone in here have any ideas? Mine is out.." The nervous 16-year old crept over to the door and carefully peered out of the ruby-stained glass. She noticed that there was a "XVI" scratched in the door across the hall, below a blood-smeared window. "Maybe..they've already hit that one.." she thought to herself. "If not I can buy us some time...I hope." Sarah scanned the room and contemplated the scared faces for a moment.

There was Jim, her childhood sweetheart. When was the last time she talked to him? She couldn't even remember. But there he was, staring into her eyes with complete trust, and a hint of admiration. Sarah smiled warily at his tired but gorgeous face, and glanced further along the line. There was Rhonda, the girl everyone made fun of in elementary school, who had blossomed into quite the beauty. Sarah made a mental note to apologize to her later, just in case worse came to worst. She saw Jonathon, the boy she had a huge crush on in 7th grade, looking meek and cowardly. Hardly a stud now. As she looked at all of them, she realized that this class was full of people she had forgotten she knew, and they were all expecting, hoping that she could save them. A tear almost began rolling down her face, but she caught it with her finger, and got a look of complete determination on her face. Her friends needed her to be strong.

"Does anyone have a knife? Anyone? A knife please." Sarah said sternly. Jim nodded slightly and dug in the pocket of his tight jeans for a moment before pulling out a small switchblade. "Thank you. Now, I'm going to open this door, and add a numeral into it, that with any luck, will make those bastards out there think that we're at the end of the list. Anyone with a weak stomach, turn around please, because Miss O'Mally is probably going to fall through that door the moment it opens. We don't need another slippery and stinky mess to worry about. Got it?" Sarah watched as a few students hid their eyes, or held their noses. Then she pushed a few desks and tables out of the way, and wrenched the doorknob. She gasped slightly as she realized that their former teacher's head was all that was left, and then remembered what she was doing. Opening the switchblade, she dug it into the wood with deep, fast, long strokes, until it said "XXVIII" instead of the lone "X" that had been there before. Then she fell back into the room, shut the door, and pushed the furniture in front of it again.

"Now that's done.." Sarah said, exasperated.

~to be continued~

[WarBrood]

Brandi Carson
Popular
Locker room
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It was a sad show in the girls locker room. Tears were being shed everywhere as the hope of excaping their concrete tomb where shattered when they found the vent, the vent that went straight up. Moral was low and fights almost broke out every minute. Desperate girls and baseball bats dont mix. Brandi managed to get all the girls under control for they looked up to her as many did throughout the year did but this was different, these girls looked up to Brandi to save them. Brandi wanted to save them, she wanted to go home just as much as anyone else but she was fresh out of ideas.

"Maybe we should try opening the door again." A nervous girl sitting on one of the changing benches said as she lifted her chin up, she had been crying for quite some time now and her mascara ran down her cheek. Brandi walked over to her with her gym towel and gentaly wiped up the run.

"I will can not allow anyone to leave again...not again." A flashback occured in Brandi's head of the girl she had called piggy and her demise, Brandi could not allow herself to be responcible for one more death. Then an angel fell though the roof.

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[BIGDB]

Xandar Blackman
Goth
English
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It had been forever since any of them had heard a sound from outside. Some of them slept, Xandar didn't... He couldn't. He was their "Leader" now, as much as he hated the idea. Telling the stupid ones what to do... It just pissed him off that they couldn't think for themselves. The very first thing was to turn off anything that required batteries. Cell phones wouldn't work unless you were in a room along the outside wall of the school, or close to it. They didn't have any windows, and Xandar wouldn't let them use any artificial lighting. They had been in complete darkness for almost two straight days, and strange as it was, Xandar felt comfortable in it. They had barricaded the doors, laid out anything soft for bedding, and taken up anything that could be used as a weapon. All the knives, blunt objects and a slingshot had been taken up and put in the front left corner of the room. More for ready access just in case something happened, but the idea came to him when Joy tried to cut into her jugular... Nobody would have known if she hadn't made a big fuss about it. But whatever, Xander had been out in the hallway when the wolf tore Mrs. Beugaliar's side open... He knew people were dead, dying. And he didn't want anyone more to pass away from the physical realm than was required. They would fight back at some point... He just didn't know when. But when they did, they'd need everyone able to stand.

"Hey... Xandar." whispered Tobin
"Yeah, what." Xandar said in a somewhat sharp voice.
"Could I cut Greg open... Get a little blo