Ƭнɛsɛ βrσκɛи Ɯιиɢs -(Semi-Lit/Literate)- Open

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

"What's up? My name is Kirose. It's good to see that you're finally awake. I bet

you're pretty confused, right? Well let me tell you a thing or two about why

you woke up here to see my ugly mug. First of all, and I'm sure you already

know this, you have wings. They're probably really sore, but they're there.

That alone obviously makes you special. You were probably alone in the

world, looking for acceptance or some crap. Well guess what? You're not

alone anymore! Everyone here has wings, even yours truly. You're an avian, a

bird kid, basically, you're a freak who's handcuffed and chained to a wall, I

bet you're not thrilled about that. What I'm about to tell you next won't

exactly thrill you either..."

"Seeing as you're here, you've probably met these two women. They probably came

to you in the night and whispered promises of safety and warmth in your ear, and you

must have thought they were harmless and you could trust them. You were wrong.

They are the ones who brought you here into this concrete cell and chained you to

the wall. They are the ones who are watching your every move. They are the ones

who told me to welcome you. I'm basically they're own personal canary. I'm the only

one left of the original flock that they began with. Mostly I'm a messenger, but they

can tell me to do just about anything, and I'll have to do it. This entire thing is a game

to them. They have kidnapped and indirectly murdered countless avians without the

blink of an eye. They stay hidden away in a location even I'm unaware of, and

communicate via the intercom in the ceiling or me. They're names are Alice and

Emily."

"I'm sure you want to know more about this place. Right now you're in the

holding cell that will serve as a room to all of the kids they want in one

particular game. You will be fed regularly from the hatch beside your mattress.

The chains on your ankles allow you limited mobility around the room, and are

only unlocked when Alice and Emily decided to let us 'play' outside. There are

no windows and only one door. It leads to the arena, which is the only area

that we're allowed in. You'll never know when another game will start, suddenly

your chains are off and the door is open and we're left to our own devices.

Newbies like you learn the way quickly. You'll have to, or you will be the first to

die. There are video cameras set up everywhere, so they'll know if you even

think about trying something funny. There's no where to run and no way to

escape, you can take my word or you can learn the hard way. It's best not to

make friends, because you'll never know when they might end up dead."

"You want to know more about the game? Well I guess you should know what you're

getting into. The game is exactly as it states, a game. We are all players while Alice

and Emily run everything. Basically, when you're free to play, the only thing you

have to do is kill the other players. Yes, it's gruesome, but it's kill or be killed. We

are left in the area for days, even weeks at a time to fend for ourselves. Hunting,

shelter, and safety is your only concern. Hiding and killing no one isn't an option.

Then they'll just make living hard to do. They'll watch you die of disease or

starvation. You can either fashion a weapon, or hope you stumble upon on, which

is rare. You have to be careful, there are traps and wild animals out there as well. If

you get injured you're as good as dead. There are no rules."

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

"I've just talked your ear off, haven't I? Why don't you tell me a few things about yourself."

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"Here's a list of the players in this session."
✣Natalie Jefferson (Kirose)✣
✣Carson Gunthner (Gunthner)✣

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

Name: Natalie Jefferson
Nickname: Kirose
Gender: Female
Age: 20

Eye Color: Light green
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5'9
Weight: 130
Scars/Tattoo's/Piercings/Other: She doesn't have the tattoos that appear in the picture
Description of Wings: Her wings are mainly black, with a few red feathers here and there

Personality: Toughened by years in the games, nothing really phases her. She's killed too many people to count, and another dead body won't bother her. She has a casual attitude about her as if she doesn't care about anything one way or another. She's become crafty, sometimes manipulative from being a servant to Alice and Emily. She knows better than to make friends with the newcomers, and rarely interacts with them other than when she has a message to deliver. She doesn't talk about herself often, and doesn't ask about others. Kirose isn't completely unapproachable, since it's her job to answer questions about anything. Newbies tend to think of her as dark and mysterious since she appears to be a loner yet knows so much. She has a strong sense of discipline and responsibility.

History: She only remembers bits and pieces, like her mother trying to murder her, and her life on the streets, and when Alice and Emily took her away. When she arrived, she was barely a teenager. Kirose killed her first person at the age of 15. The first flock was like family, that was, until they got their meals taken away. Then they became mindless killers. Only three people were actually murdered, the rest died of starvation. All except Kirose, she was the last one alive, so she won the game. She was nursed back to health and roped into the job she has now. Not only a player, but a middleman between Alice and Emily and the other players.

Likes: Peace and quiet, being outside in the sunlight, sleeping, day dreaming
Dislikes: Surprises, negativity, killing, bear traps
Other: None

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

{{bump}}

[Wolfsabre]

Name: Carson Gunthner
Nickname: "Gunthner"
Gender: Male
Age: 21

Eye Color: Carson's eyes have seen the world, and they are always looking to see more so his eyes are wide, energetic and a nice, doe brown color.
Hair Color: Being everywhere and seeing everything, Carson has had a good taste of just about every hair style. It's constantly changing but most often, it is just combed. Normally it's pretty long, and he never, ever has it buzzed. It's a dark brown color, but during the summers, it gets lighter and gets light highlights.
Height: 6'1, pretty tall guy.
Weight: 170, he's pretty athletic. His body is lean and muscular.
Scars/Tattoo's/Piercings/Other: He has various tattoos all over his arms and back. Each one is almost like a souvenir of the places he has been. Each is a story.
Description of Wings: Most people love their wings. Gunther absolutely adores them. They are an ash gray/black color with white specks all over them. He's so glad it's not a solid color, that would be absolutely horrendous. He spends hours grooming his wings, getting them into tip top shape.

Personality:
Love: Carson is one of those ignorant guys who loves everything. Whether it's the sun shining on his back while he's thousands of feet in the air or the waves lap at his toes, or even the weird looks people give him when he walks around looking like he has a hump with his wings shoved up into a jacket, he loves everything and every one. He doesn't go around kissing people, but he does act almost sickeningly nice to everyone. He is naive to the evil and dangers of the world, whenever a situation gets awkward, he just flies away.

Freedom: More than anything, Carson values freedom. And his wings gives him the ability to do that. The feeling of being able to fly high up into the air, above others who are stuck in traffic or buying flight tickets. His wings are everything because he can go anywhere and see everything. The very thought of being stuck in a cage is just absolutely appalling and terrifying. He despises zoos and pets, and let's not mention the fact that at the Potters Park he let every single animal there loose...

Fun: Although freedom is high priority, FUN is second in line. He believes that a life that isn't fun is a life that isn't even worth living. You work to have fun, not to be successful. As long as he has freedom and fun, Carson will be absolutely fun. He counts everything as fun, whether it's dive bombing from a thousand feet or playing poor or jumping off cliffs and see how far he can drop without freaking out and whipping out his wings. Everything to him is a game...unfortunately, this kind of game is not one that he will deem as "fun".
History:
Carson was originally born in England. His parents, although they were a little...erm...surprised to find that their kid had a pair of magnificent, ash gray wings, they accepted it. As best as they could, that is. He was always kept inside when he was a kid. Home schooled, not allowed to go out and play, he was kept at home.

Fortunately, his family was rich. Millionaire rich. He had a huge house and acres, miles of land that he could fly around and explore. So although he wasn't exactly able to go out and see the world, he got a fair taste of exploration just in his backyard...literally. Although, most people don't have miles of land.

Then, suddenly, his parents were dead. People knew that this could not be an accident, someone was after their millions. Carson was eight at the time, so no one guessed him to be the killer. So he had millions in his pockets and a world of opportunity ahead. He split. First, he got the hell out of England. He then began to travel the world. First going to Scandinavia and visiting Denmark, Sweden and Norway. Then Scotland, and Iceland. He then traveled to the US, stowing away on a ship, because even he can't fly across an ocean. He traveled to Asia and lived in India and China for a whole year! His latest adventure took him to Africa, Egypt to be exact before he finally came home.

Then he met Alice and Emily. He was on a seedy street in England, his hands shoved in his pockets, strolling down the street and his wings were hidden under a giant trench coat. The two girls could see past that. They lured him into an ally, sweet talked him, began to make him more comfortable around them. Then everything went black.
Likes: Freedom, fun, sky diving, flying, people, crowds, the sun. Basically everything.
Dislikes: Jerks, cages, darkness.

Other:

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

{Accepted}

[Wolfsabre]

I got bored. ^^
Hope ya like it.

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[˩ady Ǥamzee]

{Thanks! You are so awesome!}

[Wolfsabre]

(You are so very welcome ^-^)

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

{{We'll just start and hope more people join along the way. ^-^}}

Kirose listened to the tap of her fingernails against the concrete, wondering how long she'd been sitting there. Couldn't be too long, her plate was still sitting in it's slot, waiting to be taken away after the most resent meal. Sometimes she liked to peek into the hole and see if she could find out who exactly took the plates away. Maybe it was all automatic. A trap door where the plate falls into some massive garbage bin. The hole was too small to escape through, not for her solid build, not even for the thin wiry build of an adolescent. Escape was hopeless and she knew it, but it was an entertaining thought.

"How long are you going to make us sit here? Just open the door already!" She snapped, rising to her feet. She hated the holding cell. It was so boring. Yeah, while she was outside she was fighting for her life, but that really beat sitting around and bashing your head into a wall. She walked back over to her mattress and kicked it with the toe of her boots. She was glad that Alice and Emily at least provided them with descent clothes. Whatever they wanted you to wear, that's what you wore. They weren't above making people go naked. Kirose was luckily in something to her liking. Black tank top, loose jeans, and old combat boots. It was functional.

The newbies were awfully silent. She didn't expect anything less. It was their first day, they really didn't know what to do. She tried to inform them to the best of her abilities, but Alice and Emily could be unpredictable. They might suddenly decide to mix things up for no reason. Kirose walked to the end of her chain and sat down. "Huddling in a corner won't change things. You need to stretch your muscles, or else you'll be an easy target." She wasn't there to comfort people, she was there to survive. And so were they. She didn't plan on killing anyone right out of the gate, that wouldn't be quite fair to them. She'd give them time to explore, maybe build up some skills. Then they would be fitting opponents.

"Listen up newbies! We all share a common goal, survival. We're basically wild animals when we hit the arena. It's kill or be killed, you have to make the most of what you have. And that's not much. If you have any kind of skills it's time to use them. Remember, you will be watched, and if they find you doing something against the rules, they could easily kill you. Quite easily. When those doors open, we are all enemies. You might make a friend, and that friend could just as easily stab you in the back. Literally." She pushed her bangs out of her face, evaluating each person in her mind. Maybe some of them could become quite the challenge.

Confidence was key. Intimidate them and pick them off one by one, if they don't already take themselves out in a panic. That's how the last group went. They were all a bunch of nervous wrecks, and as soon as they were let out it was like all their senses went out the window. They tore at each others flesh and punched and kicked, feathers and blood were everywhere. They last one out of that mosh pit was easily taken down by Kirose with a swift blow to the head with a rock. Too easy. Hopefully these ones adapted quickly to survival mode. That made the game more...fun, in theory. Kirose was almost killed by someone in the second group she encountered, though she was still quite young then. A large male who was at least twice her age had her throat in his beefy hands. Luckily she had found a knife and kept it hidden long enough to be able to use in such a situation...

Kirose sighed, a grin on her face. She bet they all thought she was some rock hard veteran who went crazy over the years and will be like a bat outta hell when she hits the arena. That was only half true. Mindless killing wasn't her thing. Calculation and planning proved to be a much better method for her. But to each their own, she always said. She let out a soft laugh, and walked slowly back over to her mattress. "Oh yeah, remember to have fun."