TheGame - A survival RP PG 16+

My SU

Name: Caesar Nicci
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Caesar is an olive skinned adolescent. His hair is dark and is naturally all over the place, but he usually keeps it in spikes with Gel. He has a scar under his right eye where it seems as though a blade cut into him. His eyes are hazel, which are fixed in a moody aloft way much of the time. He is five feet, eleven inches. Caesar is slim, but fit.

He usually has a jogging suit on, as he once ran competitively. He wears white sneakers of standard make. He also wears a satchel, where he keeps his travel gear such as his laptop, and pokeballs.


Personality: Caesar is usually reserved. He doesn't have many friends, because usually it takes a lot to earn his trust. Once you have Caesar's trust, you have a good friend and ally. As previously mentioned, he is reserved, and calm, even when facing adversity and problems. Some people may miss-label him as pretentious, but that is because they don't know him well enough. He is very intelligent, and that sometimes alienates people, because he would rather listen than talk. He may throw a pokeball up in there while listening to someone, which may make the person think he is not paying attention. He does not like attracting attention, and in a crowded room, Caesar may go unnoticed. At social gatherings he is often to the side, with his eye on whoever seems the most interesting. Though he won't approach them, if they approach him he does his best to be polite and see how interesting they can be.


History: Caesar was born in Cerulean City during a city wide blackout. His father, a police officer went to investigate and never came back. When Caesar turned 10, he moved to Fuchsia City, where Caesar's stepfather could work in the Fuchsia City gym. His stepfather worked in that gym completely non-stop, and at 15, Caesar's mother could no longer take it and left the region. After his mother's leave, Caesar worked out hard for distraction. He played tennis and ran competitively for awhile to keep negative thoughts at bay. He was doing on his way to catching his first Pokemon in the Safari Zone when an unknown event occurred that changed his life path almost certainly.


RP Sample: This was part of a fan fic
Caesar looked up from his notepad, it was another cool day in the city and he was laying on a lawn chair. He stood up, ripped a note from the pad and stuck it to his front door. He did a couple stretches until he felt limber. He looked at the door and felt a little apprehension, but he figured this was any good a time as any to leave for his journey. He gathered his property before him: pokeballs, his laptop, a spare jogging suit, miscellaneous hygiene-maintenance items, and his cellular phone. He put all of these items into his satchel, and then strapped it on. He checked his waist to see that his two pokeballs were firmly attached before setting out the city.

Caesar stretched out on is patio. He ran in place for a full minute before rotating and cracking his neck. He then went on to crack all his knuckles.

Stop stalling. He knew he should, but it was tough, leaving the place where he had called home for 7 years was tough. He knew almost all his neighbors, and all the ninjas at his stepfather's dojo/gym. He shook his head and continued on his path.

Caesar jogged throughout the city, keeping his eyes forward and mind concentrated on not focusing on all the people of the town. Throughout his six years in Fuchsia, he had gotten to know his neighbors' quirks and nuances, and though he didn't speak to them much, he still felt like he knew them, and the parting felt all too real. On his way out, he noticed the proud Fuchsia City Gym, gleaming like never before. He saw various trainers in ninja gear training. He almost stopped and went in, but decided it was too hard and continued right out of the city.


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Password:SoIherd
 
Wow, I might die! <3

Since seven is already taken, I'd love to reserve my second luckiest number, number eight.

Thanks! I'll have my SU up as soon as possible.
 
NightofRemorse, Nimblethumbs and Light Yagami, You are all ACCEPTED welcome to The Game

V:Ahhh, these contestants are going to provide a wonderful gaming experience. I wonder how Little Ceto is going to keep from getting dirty in all that light clothing? Oh wow, Logan's so freaking SHORT! Jesus, he's like a dwarf! Heh. I wonder how well Caesar will function in The Game? He won't trust anyone I bet. All right my pretties, let's get ready to have some fun!

@Kiyoshi, You are reserved, but since Remorse took 8 with her wonderful SU, You'll have to pick another number.

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Also, remember if you want any say in your pokemon's type, PM me.

And there IS an OOC thread, an It WILL Be important to look at for information you can't get anywhere else. I'll have some information in there soon.
 
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I'd like a reservation on the spot of number one, please.

/ cue spotlight

Also this sounds suspiciously like a certain novel, but thankfully it's not "kill everybody to win game". : v
 
Heheh, Cirrus, You're RESERVED

And yes, I know exactly what novel you're talking about, and this is based partially off of that. :P
*CoughcoughHungergamesCoughCough*

Don't worry, Everyone's favorite president won't be making an appearance, I assure you.

Also, I recommend that none of you attempt to romance Strikit's Character.

@ Kiyoshi: K.

[EDIT] AND WITH THAT, ALL SLOTS ARE FULLLLL
This, like all other things in the RP, is subject to change.
 
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Name: Penelope Hilda Baudelaire

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Appearance: She's ridiculously pale, barely having and pink or red pigmentation and if not despite her dark hair color, could pass for albino. She is skinny to the point of frailness, maybe standing at one-hundred pounds. Penelope is a bit bony due to his. She is about 5"3 feet tall. Her face is a bit on the long side, but this is compensated by her large eyes that are a dull shade of reddish-brown. Penelope looks like she's shivering somewhat. She possesses no strength whatsoever. Her body (Excluding head and face) is littered with marks where scars once were.
She has long chocolate hair that drapes down to her mid-back. It ends rather rigidly, being a series of what seem to be disorganized spikes. She has bangs that are slightly parted to the left to avoid looking like bangs you'd get in a bowl-cut. Her hair is rather thin and has the feel of wet spaghetti.

She wears a slightly loose long-sleeved yellow shawl that goes down to the bottom of her hips. It is mesh and has small floral patterns sewn into it that are the same yellow. Underneath, she wears a long sleeve white t-shirt, which is wrinkled and messy. She wears just-loose-enough-for-her-to-move-comfortably jeans that are a dark shade of navy blue. On her feet she wears slip-on sneaker-like shoes, which have a black-and-yellow plaid pattern. They also have slightly large black bow ties on them and have thick, white soles. They look relatively new.

For accessories, she wears a copper chain necklace that has a same-color heart charm in the front that's relatively big compared to the thinness of the necklace itself. She also wears a brown leather watch on her right wrist. The analog watch itself is circular and bordered by white metal. It has a black front with white numbers. It has stopped working since she's gotten here.

History: Penelope Hilda Baudelaire, although was always frail in build and a bit phobic, was curious about everything. In her younger years. How she would marvel at the untold mysteries of the world around her. She wanted to travel everywhere, see everything, know everything, and discover anything new! Her dream was to be a great biologist who constantly did field work. She loved to play outside, get the suns rays, play with bugs, hang out with friends, run around, and anything that constantly kept her in motion and captured her intrigue. In fact, her and her friends used to go on adventures in the woods behind her house, maybe this time discovering an evil witch and defeating her, defeating all the evil knights of the despicable kingdom of Badguys, or perhaps solving the mystery of Mr. Imdead's murder.

That was until one day when she was seven, playing around in the back yard alone with her faithful companion, a Caterpie that she caught in the woods thanks to her parents getting her a Pokéball for her birthday that year. She affectionately named it "Ditsy" because it was clumsy to the point of unbearable cuteness. Penelope heard shifting in the woods, and her curious heart instantly dared her to go towards it. So she did!

She wandered right into a tribe of Mightyena and Poochyena. She was instantly attacked by the dogs (dropping her Caterpie), and if not for her loud screaming attracting her pokemon trainer parents, she would've died. The last thing she saw before passing out in the hands of her parents as they backed away from the situation was the bloody and mutilated corpse of Ditsy, being chewed on by a Poochyena puppy being protected by its angry Mightyena parent.

Her parents told her not to go into the woods anymore once she fully recovered and was sent home, but little did they realize they would never have to worry about Penelope ever again. She grew more timid and introverted. She grew being very house-bound. All she did was read textbooks. She never called any friends and only left her room for meals. She studied mainly Pokemon, because those were the most plentiful her parents could get her. She is a shell of her former self.

And then she ended up in this game.... but how? That's only known to the Voice.

Personality: Penelope is, in short, an extremely timid and weak person; although she continues to have that inkling of curiosity and has a great deal of knowledge, especially about Pokemon. Being traumatized by her experience as a young child (also causing her to be frightened of canine-like Pokemon) has made her extremely skittish. The first sign of potential danger, she tries to get away. She will do this frantically and unconsciously, not taking notice to where she's running to. She is a tad bit socially inept, being as awkward as awkward can be because she does not have any experience with people and situations. Noting that, she's very introverted, having all these social walls up to deny people from getting to know her. It is very hard to earn her complete trust. Penelope is also fearful all around, especially with people, being afraid to say what's on her mind and usually not participating in social groups or plans. But regardless of her possible oppositions to any group membership/plans, she appears to go along with the flow to avoid conflict, and then secretly carry on with her original intentions anyway. She's very secretive. She knows how to stretch the truth, but she doesn't like lying.

Her curiosity reigns on, however restrained it may be because of Penelope's fear. She unconsciously walks over to anything of interest (if it proves harmless from afar) and examines it. But if she notices or hears anything, she flees. She's actually fairly smart and carries on intelligent conversations in her head with herself. Not that she shares what's she's thinking with anyone. She lacks the will to act on her thoughts, however. She will find herself sucked into a mystery, even if she might keep straying from it from her fear.

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Kiyoshi, that was without a doubt one of the best SUs I've seen on PC.

You're definitely Accepted!

I have a feeling that I'm going to have fun with Penelope.....
 
"SoIHerd"

Name:
Florence "Flo" Allan

Gender:
Female

Age:
17

Appearance:
She keeps her dyed auburn hair up in a burn with her bangs swept to the left side her of face. Which happens to cover one of her two, brown eyes that often glare at strangers. Like most girls she knows her ears pierced though most of them have more than her. There are four in her right ear and and just two in the left one. In her right ear she has a titanium bar going through her cartilage, two hoops that are in the center, a butterfly at the base of her ear, and a black stud beside the butterfly one. On the left side she has a matching butterfly earring and another titanium bar through her cartilage. Flo always has on this old, filthy, white jacket which looks like it'll fall off her skinny frame. Underneath that ratty, old jacket Flo wears a beautiful dress that drapes down over her tanned legs. The dress is lavender which happens to be Flo's favorite color. The pattern of the dress is mesmerizing depending on the angle Flo's dress can appear light lavender or a deep purple. There is a small tear in the side of the dress Flo hasn't even noticed it herself. A necklace that her mother gave her drops down over her dress, it's just a simple golden necklace that has several charms around it (heart, unicorn, flower, etc.)

Flo has a tattoo of a royal crown on her lower ankle. No one's really asked her what it means so she's never explained it. It's always in view because she wears flip-flops at all time even in the winter. The feeling of socks annoy her to no end which is why she prefers flip-flops. Flo has nicely tan skin after all she is Pacific Islander and surprisingly she's comes to about 5'11 quite tall to her family.

Personality:
Like most teenage girls Flo got caught up in that "he said she said" drama and became quite shallow during her years. She has a long list of things that she doesn't tolerate and she will check it twice. Reading Flo's emotion is like reading an open book she hides nothing. When she's angry you'll know especially since she seems to talk to hard and fast. Flo's definitely social when it comes to people she loves being surrounded by people. Which is way she also likes to pretend like she's a Queen hence her crown tattoo. This also means that Flo doesn't like being by herself at all and gets scared when it happens. Flo doesn't deal well under pressure she needs time to think and plan out her strategy. Thinking on her feet is quite a disadvantage for her because she is very indecisive and wouldn't be able to decide what to do. She makes sure that a) she is never alone and b) she doesn't have to make quick decisions.

History:
What made someone's life better than others? Wealth, class, health, appearance, etc.? Flo had a good life which she considers better than most because of her status. Her father was the mayor of Driftveil City and her mother happened to be a well-known Doctor. One of five children Flo never felt alone in her life because she was always social. School came easy to her if she tried but most of the time Flo was too involved with people. She only went to school or rather an academy because if she went on some journey that would leave her by herself. Flo was constantly compared to her older sister, Mayella, by her teachers and even her own family. She never felt she was good enough for them but Flo kept this to herself she didn't want any pity. Her best friend Megan offered to go on a journey with her but Flo quickly refused and decided just to stay at home to attend the Academy for another year. She never had time to officially start her new school year because somehow she in was a game?

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[FONT=562616ee7c3d054405a0d210#d40100]Name: Cal Dynasti[/FONT]​


[FONT=562616ee7c3d054405a0d210#d40100]Age: 16​
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[FONT=562616ee7c3d054405a0d210#d40100]Appearance: Awkward looking. That may be the most crude yet most effective way to describe Cal. He has skinny legs and skinny arms, but is quite tall. His head seems to bobble from side to side, balancing itself on his smaller neck. But, his eyes are beautiful. Simply, the color of the leaves during Autumn, a warm hazel in one eye while the other is a pure black. They leave any who peer into them amazed. He has a small button nose and large ears. His mouth is a light pink color, which is quite bright in comparison to his pale face. Some have described him as a ghost, pale and lonesome.[/FONT]​

He always wears a polo. Usually, he chooses a darker color, one to contrast his skin. He wears pure black jeans that always seem to be a bit too short but not tight due to his skinny legs. He has long, bony fingers, with a silver chain around his right hand. He wears black leather shoes. All in all, he seems to be some kind of loner. He has curved blonde hair that reflects light off his skin. He creases it backwards so that it remains slick, yet oily to the touch. It seems to be a veil of pure white, making him seem older than he truly is. His arms seem to be full of goosebumps, but all the time, even when he isn't cold. He had brown eyebrows, opposite to his hair, and accenting his skin.​


[FONT=562616ee7c3d054405a0d210#d40100]History: Cal was born into a wealthy family. all good-looking, all popular. It seems as if he is the odd one out. But, his increased intelligence matches the others. When he was younger, he was in a car accident which left one of legs slightly lazy and killed his parents. Orphaned off rather than staying with his eligible siblings, he became alone and scared. He took advantage of this and became a darker person. There have been many attempts to take his life due to the amount in his will. The most famous by his brother, who was imprisoned after trying to drown him.[/FONT]​

[FONT=562616ee7c3d054405a0d210#d40100]Due to all the attacks, he was moved into the country to live with his foster parents, an older couple. They taught him uselful knowledge if he ever found himself lost in th woods. His name was changed to Jimmy Kinny and he completely changed his looks, except for his eyebrows which he will always keep the same color. But, one night, he was found, and in this attack, his foster parents were killed trying to save him. Forced into the woods, he remained there, living off what his foster parents had taught him. He began to go a bit mental, and created a friend named Stephanie. While swimming in a lake, he hit his head against some rocks and passed out. Normally, any other person would find themselves drowning. Strangely, he found himself in The Games.[/FONT]​

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[FONT=562616ee7c3d054405a0d210#d40100]Personality: Cal is a loner, but he wishes he could be more social. There aren't many friends in the woods. Due to all of the attacks on his life, he became slightly paranoid. He believes that everyone wants something from him, whoch makes having friends that much more of a challenge. However, he also believes himself unworthy of living, so he risks his life constantly to help others. He always looks out for others, but makes sure they don't realize it was him, less they discover his inner weakness.[/FONT][/FONT]​

[FONT=562616ee7c3d054405a0d210#d40100][FONT=562616ee7c3d054405a0d210#d40100]Cal is very tactical and finds the best ways to help those who need it. If he finds that someone does not need his help as much as he though, he would abandon his mission. He finds that only the kind, caring people like his foster parents should be saved. He hunts down others such as those who killed them. He savagely looks for anyone who does harm to another out of pure enjoyment. In a way, he is sort of like a hero, but in another way, he is villainous. He can be misleading and confusing, so it may be besy to stay away.[/FONT][/FONT][FONT=562616ee7c3d054405a0d210#d40100]​


[/FONT][FONT=562616ee7c3d054405a0d210#d40100][FONT=562616ee7c3d054405a0d210#d40100]RP Sample: From, The Odyssey 2
What was it that made Ambrosia so anxious? Every rule. She listened with unease as the Kabutops continued speaking. Then she curled herself up and away from the crowd. She wanted to explore the city. He had said they had two days. She wanted to see the sights. But, for some strange reason, she continued to feel waves of fear enamating from that spike. She looked for some comfort and grabbed her necklace. She swirled it around and looked to her right. There was another participant, sitting right across from her. She looked at them and they met her gaze. Both quickly turned away and continued to daydream. She moved closer to him, she could tell it was a boy by his lack of lash above his eye. He moved closer as well. Soon, they were face to face, eyeing each other wearily. He was Haxorus, and a strong one at that. She could tell by his shiny skin. She could also detect a sense of endurance, after all the scratched near his arms. She was about to speak when he turned and ran, leaving behind nothing but dust.​

After that awkward experience, Ambrosia followed the Gold Tribe to find some food. She trailed off from the pack to a nearby fruit stand. It was littered with dazzling color and she couldn't resist. She looked at the keeper of the stand who whispered to her, "The first one's on me."​

She took a Pinap Berry, and slumped down near the stand. She took a munch out of the top and proceeded to eat around the edges until, finally, only the core remained. She tossed it into one of many trash cans and asked for another. She pulled out some money and laid it on top of the stand. ​

"Three of your finest Watmel Berries...please." she giggled at the sound of her commanding voice and turned back to the salesman. He offered her a three for two deal, but she denied, saying that after observing his stand, he would need the extra cash. The man thanked her and she left holding her fruit for a moment before they were gone. The trail left by the thieves turned into a suspicious alley way. With an empty stomach, and a bit of rage, she slid into the alley.​

She was easily bigger than the three Herdier, but they were rowdy. They began to bark loudly, but the distance between them and the market was much too large. Of course, this was a disadvantage to Ambrosia. She looked at them, theire shaggy fur, their unclipped nails. They were into something terrible. They had bruises and scars, and their barks sounded more like weak whimpers. She turned back around and slid to get some more. She could hear them whimper, thank you, as she turned back to the stand. She watched them stay in the alley and hungrily devour the food. Then, she noticed there weren't three Herdiers, there were four. But they were so skinny she could hardley tell them apart. The smallest one didn't even look like a Herdier. It was a Lillipup! She could make out its paler skin. She strolled back to the stand.​

"I'll take everything you have."​

"But...are you sure?" the man asked; he could barely hide his smile.​

"Yes. Now hurry." she put down more than enough money and left. It occured to her that the currency may be different here, but there was a Visitor Center, so there should be an exchange. She pushed the cart over to the alley way, wrote a little note, and sent it flying down the hall. She heard howls of happiness and munches of greedy eating. She hoped them the best and went away. Two souls had benefited from her stay. Confident and happy, she strode away to find the Gold Tribe.​

[PokeCommunity.com] TheGame - A survival RP PG 16+
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Sorry I didn't post this for a while, I am very busy. Anyway, here it is:

Name: Annabella Grace Springs

Nicknames: Anna, Bell, Bella.

Gender: Female

Appearence: Anna has long, soft marine blue hair, with blue eyes. She has a soft smile on her face. She wears a beautiful little dress going down to her knees. The dress is white, along with blue out lining. She has marine blue flip-flops on her feet, with a shell anklet. She has a necklace with a starfish pendent on it. She has dolphin ear rings and a blue wide headband. She also h as a nice blue nail polish with pink lip gloss on. She has a pretty pearl bracelet. She has a nice, softer look on her face. Softer than others. If you see Anna, she will always wear something blue.

Age: 17

Personality: Anna is not like a normal teen you would meet.Anna is very nice. For a teen, she is very calm. She loves making friends, and she gets caught in her own thoughts a lot. People like to be around her. When and if she gets mad about something, her temper is very low. She doesn't insult anyone or anything. She loves having peace with the people all around her. People are surprised about how nice she is and how she keeps her cool. Anna is also a great encourager. She is very optimistic, and she loves nature. Her fovorite color is blue, because she loves the sea. She likes taking long walks on the beach during the day. She's not interested in fame or fortune. Sometimes she tries to avoid those kinds of people. Anna sometimes perfers to be alone sometimes, but she really loves hanging out with friends. She is really good at making jokes, but she perfers to be nice and serious most of the time. Anna is most of the time determoned, but she knows when to stop. Her voice is very soft. Anna loves helping people as well. And she is very forgiving.

History: When Anna was a baby, her parents didn't have enough money to take care of Anna, and she was sent off to an orphanage. As she grew up in the orphanage, she met some nice people. But she also met some mean kids. The mean kids have always treated Anna like she's nothing compared to them. Anna tried to forget about the things they did, but the kids kept coming back to insult her and even punch or kick her. Anna would never fight back, because she never wanted to get into trouble. She has always wanted peace with everyone. Not everyone agrees with her though.

When Anna was 13, she managed to get a job working at the orphanage. Anna had not been adopted yet, but she really wanted to get adopted by her true mother. Anna would spend every night mopping the floors, cleaning dishes, and serving dinner. Anna wished she could at least know what her mother was like, and she was determoned to find out. Anna asked the orphanage if they at least knew her name. They told Anna that her name was Rose Springs. Anna tried to find her mother, but the orphanage told her that it was a crazy idea. Anna kept searching for her, but Anna never found her. The orphanage did tell her that she was very nice.

By the time Anna was 16, she was still in the orphanage, never adopted. All of the other kids had been adopted. What was wrong with Anna? Anna was thankful that she was at least raised with people to take care of her, even if it wasn't her mother or father. Anna is now 17, and she still hasn't been adopted. But she has learned a lot from the orphanage about school. Anna loved History. It was her fovorite subject. The orphanage found out that Anna's mother and father had died in a tragic accident. But the orphanage never told Anna about it. They didn't want to make Anna sad. But they felt sad about not telling her. They decided they would, but when they were going to tell her, Anna had been kidnapped.

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Sorry for the wait~ I've been in a writer's block lately :/ Hopefully I'll get better ^^



Name: Hannah Jay Simones

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Appearance: She is a very small gal; her limbs close to bones, though still strong and active, all of their shape coming from some muscle rather than fat. Hannah's hair is a darker tone of blonde, cut down to the shoulders with small curves. She perfers it parted to the right, although sometimes also down the middle. With her blonde hair is also very light toned skin, including large blue eyes. On her skin, Hannah has many scars on her body from either fights or accidental cuts, all of which are either located on her knees or arms.

Clothing isn't the biggest issue for her, the girl normally wearing anything that feels comfortable. This usually means her outfits will consist of radiant t-shirts, along with darker-colored jeans. She doesn't wear make up either, only appearing to have interest in a few unique accessories. Her most cherished accessory is a chunky chain necklace, symbolizing something important to her. She never takes it off, and normally doesn't wear much other than that.

Personality: Hannah is a very moody girl, her personalities altering between the people she interacts with and the emotions they give off. Normally, she is not picky about where her friendship goes, mainly lending some of it to anyone who shows kindness to her. Even so, she is smart and won't give it to anyone she deems untrustworthy, especially in tough situations where she is most secretive. You will only find that Hannah opens up to her friends more after she's bonded with them. With this friendship, jokes will soon become common with teasing, even if she means no harm in any of the fun. She may also share more information with you than before.

Although she is not completely judgemental, she is shy and will usually be cautious of people at first sight, acting abnormally kind to whoever faces her. However, Hannah can be unpredictable, flipping her personality at will to a more negative side if provoked or hurt. With this flip, she can be rather nasty, including cruel to anyone she wishes actual harm. Though she rarely flips, she commonly does it when her temper sets off, or when she is upset about one thing or another. Most of the time, it is unleashed when the girl finds herself or her friends/family subjected to violence. Burst her temper, and soon everything will set off. She is also very vengeful, and will never forget an event that lead to her anger.

History: Growing up in a cozy environment, she was the first born in a family of 5; her parents, and her other 2 younger sisters. Being the oldest, she was normally more responsible than the other two, naturally becoming an automatic "good example" for her siblings. However, Hannah's life twisted as school issues became common, for the girl was unable to relate to any of the students. The only few friends Hannah could make were vulgar, bullying soon natural to the little girl. It also became so in her household, her sisters' violence increasing with no way to counter it. Turning away from her family and 'friends', she stored away her feelings from others, too nervous to approach or socialize with anyone.

Her lonely and vengeful feelings only ended up enlarging over time, and as she continued to keep her thoughts a secret from the family, slowly were transforming her into a darker individual. Hannah's agression grew as the depression increased, her parents blaiming her for most of the issues in the house hold along with the behavior of her siblings. One night, she couldn't take it. As another fight arose in the family, she escaped outside, no one chasing asfter her as she ran away. It was around midnight before the darkness had suddenly consumed all her senses, the girl suddenly falling into the black atmosphere. Waking up, she was in a Game.

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XxSweetDreamsxX, You are ACCEPTED


OKAY. The RP is Officially starting, and I have the Introduction posts ready for the 8 of you that have your SUs up. :p I'm still working on them, but now I have the 4 main areas established, this should go faster.

Here are the posts I have so far :

Please note that the Voice will Refer to you by number.


Introduction, Strikit.
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Introduction NightofRemorse
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Introduction, Renege.
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Introduction, XxSweetDreamsxX

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Introduction, Kiyoshi the Polar Bear
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Introduction, Nimblethumbs
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Introduction, Roserade
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Introduction, Light Yagami
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Introduction, Chef30

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Darkness shrouded her mind. An impenetrable silence, keeping her incapacitated. Feebly she struggled against it. With each pulse of her mentality she seemed to get closer to consciousness, until a dreadfully loud, overzealous voice cut through the shroud and planted the seed of an infuriating migraine in her head. She couldn't make out what the voice had said, but it was enough to coax her to open her eyes.

It was then that she saw her surroundings were none she had ever known before. Calixte frowned and attempted to sit up, but her extremities would not cooperate. A dull sense of panic resonated in her chest, unable to spread due to the stupor she still found herself in. The voice spoke in once more, explaining that the paralysis she was experiencing was only temporary. That was only a small sense of relief; knowing she had been paralyzed only begged the question, who had done this to her? And for what purpose?

As she continued listening to what the voice told her, it didn't become any more clear who had done it, but it was obvious that she was in danger. That there were others immediately ignited an explosion of mistrust, paranoia, and aggression. Her eyes flitted from side to side, and as far as she could see she was alone, but she didn't relax.

When the voice ceased speaking she forced herself into a sitting position and surveyed her surroundings as she waited for the leaden feeling to subside. The room was ridiculously small, obviously not meant for long term occupation, with a small circular area in the center that looked detached from the rest of the floor. With careful scrutiny she looked for something, anything, that seemed out of place or useful, but there didn't seem to be anything like that. Whether she should be happy about that or not she wasn't sure. It was far too quiet, but then again in many cases, no news was good news.

Before she could think about it too hard, the voice spoke up again. She was beginning to detest it already, but she listened attentively, desperate for some hint or instruction. It did not disappoint; though it didn't divulge much information, it was enough to let her know what to expect in the next moment, and that was better than being entirely blind.

Its dire warning went without notice while Calixte got to her feet. Now that she knew better what was happening, she focused on herself. She was uninjured and clothed in black leather pants and a black sweater over an undershirt that matched. Being so color coordinated was all well and good, but she hoped she wouldn't find herself hindered by her clothing. Luckily her boots seemed practical enough for tough terrain, thickly heeled as they were.

The masculine voice was replaced by a more feminine one, which also happened to be far more informative though the duration of its speech was far shorter. The sound of the voice ceased and was replaced by the hiss of hydraulics as a cylindrical pedestal rose from the floor. Cautiously Calixte approached the pedestal and examined it carefully. There was a faint groove running the circumference of the pedestal near the top. She pried it upwards with her nails to reveal a box fashioned from dark wood, elegantly carved and of a reasonable size. Inside the box were several different items organized neatly in tiers that pulled out and folded. On top, embedded safely in velvet lining, was a knife with a four inch long blade, covered in a leather scabbard. She took it and tied the leather strings on the scabbard to her belt loop. That done, she pushed that tier of the box back, revealing a single Potion of the sort trainers use on their Pokemon. She frowned; she didn't have Pokemon, nor did she want to, and it would be such a burden to carry the Potion. But she took it anyway and tucked it into the back pocket of her pants. Next to the Potion was a watch. She picked it up and turned it over in her hands. Its purpose was unclear, seeing as there was no time display. Instead of fastening it around her wrist she did so around her belt loop; Calixte had never worn watches, and she would not change that now. That tier of the box pulled forward. Under it, there were two Pokeballs, shrunk down to their smaller size. Calixte scowled her displeasure. She didn't need two other mouths to feed if this was going to be a fight to the death between her and whoever else. But perhaps they could be of use to her, and if it so happened that she ended up in a situation where she needed help. Curiously she pressed the buttons on both balls, releasing the Pokemon within. Out of one, a Gastly came. A Sewaddle came out of the other. As she returned both, having intended only to leave them out long enough to find out what they were, she placed them in her pocket and separated the two tiers they had been on. The final area of the box was occupied by a bag of trail mix. Although that wasn't her ideal dinner, at least she hadn't been left without any food at all. She tucked it safely and carefully into her remaining front pocket.

As though someone had been watching her, as soon as she had finished going through the supplies a door opened mechanically, leading out into the wilderness she would be braving. Calixte shivered violently as the frigid wind from outside entered the room. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself and tentatively approached the door and stepped out, but not before picking up the wooden box and taking it with her. It was so cold out, if she could find a way to build a fire just a little bit more wood would help.

Calixte's boots crunched in the snow as she walked out into the forest, leaving prints behind. That wouldn't do, she mused. If there were others abound out to kill her, leaving tracks was the worst thing she could do. But she certainly couldn't go barefoot if she didn't want frostbite, so for the present moment she would have to focus on other things, most prominently heat, shelter, and a water source. The abundant snow on the ground was an obvious and easy source, but that tied back to her need for heat; she would have to melt it for water unless she wanted to have to melt it in her mouth. In such a cold environment that was not ideal. The threat of hypothermia was imminent, and she certainly needed to find some way to counteract that.

As if by divine intervention, a small creature with fluffy white fur bounded across her path and disappeared into the brush. Calixte's eyes narrowed as she looked down at the tracks. If she could only figure out how to track properly, she might find the creature or another like it. Tentatively she followed the tracks, treading lightly and paying heavy attention to the sounds and sights. As she went further into the bushes, she came upon a healthy flourishing bush with bright red berries. She paused, eyeing them with interest. Never before had she had any reason to concern herself with whether or not wild berries were poisonous, so she didn't know how to tell now. Still, she plucked a single handful of them and went on. Even if they were poisonous, that didn't mean they wouldn't be useful to her later.

Her attention back on the tracks, Calixte followed them once more. They led seemingly in circles, with her growing more and more cold the entire time. She was just about to give up and focus primarily on shelter when the tracks ended at the roots of a rather old and gnarled tree. A sadistic grin curved her lips maliciously as she slowed and got down on her knees. In her right hand she drew the knife she had received. With the other, she drew back several branches blocking her view into the roots. As soon as daylight streamed into the tiny thicket, two fluffy white creatures darted out, leaving seven smaller ones behind. Now that she could see them better she could tell that they were Buneary babies, their fur white to adapt to the snowy terrain. Calixte decided to give her new Pokemon a chance to shine and released the Gastly. The Buneary cowered even lower than they had been before, shivering in terror.

"Hypnosis," she demanded coldly. The Gastly glared at her blatant expectations of control, but obeyed none the less and stared at the babies with wide, soporific eyes. The fear that the babies had displayed only a moment before dissipated, instead replaced by a dreamy look. Calixte sat down on a fallen branch and picked up one of the young Buneary. It was cute, undeniably. But this was not the time to be worried about aesthetic appearance and her softer side and that nonsense. Gently she pried its mouth open and squeezed the juice from one of the berries she had found into its mouth. For a few seconds all appeared to be fine. But then it coughed, dry heaved, and it began to hyper salivate. That was all she had needed to see. She grasped it by the shoulders and the head, and twisted. Its neck broke with a clean snap. Calixte set that one aside and picked up the next one. This one, she broke its neck without delay. The remaining five went the exact same way.

Calixte recalled her Gastly, and now sent out Sewaddle. "Spin me a thread to tie these to and keep them together," she ordered. The little bug just stared at her. She glared at it viciously. "Do what I tell you unless you want me to eat you when I run out of trail mix."

Hurriedly he did what she said, eyeing her suspiciously the entire time. He spun a thread around each Buneary's ears, linking them. Once it was done Calixte hoisted up her string of dead rabbits over her shoulder. "I'll need you again later," she told the Sewaddle as she returned him. She then began searching for a tree she could easily climb in. She didn't want the scent of blood to attract a wild predator, and there was about to be a lot of blood spilt.
 
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The girl in white kept her eyes shut as thoughts raced through her mind. Where am I? Who am I? Suddenly, a loud, booming voice called out an obnoxious greeting from seemingly nowhere. Hesitantly, the girl in white opened her eyes, revealing her soft, green irises. She attempted to stand up and look for the voice talking, but her limbs refused to budge as if she were physically glued to wherever she was. Not that she knew where. This isn't to imply that she's empty-headed. I'm blond but I'm not stupid.

The obnoxious voice continued its blabbering, explaining how the paralysis was only temporary. He explained to her the game he wanted her to play. This was a game? What kind of lunatic thought people killing each other like raving Scyther was entertaining? The girl in white had so many questions going through her mind at this point - like, what was her name? She didn't even know her name.

The area went dead silent, and she realized she was just instructed to sit up. She did so and looked around at her surroundings. What a tiny room this was! And it had a strange circular shape in its centre. I turned into a Rattata. I'm a Rattata in a cage, and Michael wants to kill me… Michael? Who in the hell is-

"When the game begins, a small pedestal will rise out of the floor. Within the pedestal, you will find a small box. This box will contain everything you need to get started, as well as your new best friends."

Christ. I'm going to find dice and more Rattata. The voice paused. Then continued. It explained how the game would significantly affect its competitors, and the serious tone behind it gave the girl in white chills that ran up her spine. Then it hit her out of the blue, like a newspaper that randomly lands on your face while you're out for a stroll, and upon inspecting it, has an ad that suddenly solves whatever dilemma you had. My name is Ceto. A feminine voice began to speak, replacing the last. Nobody else's lives mattered, she pledged. Or so they didn't to these obnoxious voices! These others must need my help. Ceto snapped back to reality as she heard the numbers being called in a countdown, "Three… two… one…"

A small pedestal rose from the floor, just like the previous voice said it would. A metallic box rested on it, and upon further inspection, was badly scratched and dented in several places. Ceto walked the few steps needed to stand in front of it, and opened it without hesitation. Inside, was a bottle of water, a swiss army knife, three oran berries, and two tiny red and white capsules - to Ceto's knowledge, these were Pokéballs, used to store Pokémon.

Something else in the box then caught her attention. A watch, and a rather strange one at that. It was a nice golden colour; Ceto doubted this was real gold. She didn't know why it was strange, but something about it creeped her out. She carefully lifted it out of the box and analyzed it, tilting it and turning it to get a good look at the entire contraption. Ceto's hand shook as she moved the watch toward her left wrist. She fastened it on, and it fit loosely. Perfect. Suddenly, it tightened itself to firmly hug Ceto's pale wrist. She gasped and tugged at the watch with all her might, only for it to protest and tighten itself further. Despite the fact that her arm was reddening quickly, she continued to fight the watch. It mocked her by tightening even more. Ceto only then quit trying once her wrist turned eggplant purple.

She returned her attention to the other supplies; ignoring her wrist, and removed them from their place inside the damaged box. She cradled everything in her right arm, giving her left arm a breather as the watch loosened itself. The darn contraption was probably pleased that it had dominated Ceto. More power to it. Ceto was too caught up with the crazy thing that she did not check what was inside the pair of pokéballs. The door across all seven feet of this room opened, and intense heat found shelter inside it. Ceto lifted up her free, watched arm and covered her face, as if that would stop anything. She lowered her arm and looked out the door with a confused and fearful mien.

Gotta keep moving forward. I got into this somehow, so I must get myself out. Slowly, she made her way to the portal and looked out. It was a desert. Somehow, there was a desert outside this door. Ceto felt way more disturbed than she ought to. Stepping out into the sand, she noticed cacti scattered around the scenery. It was blazing hot out here, and Ceto knew for a fact that heat was her worst enemy. But then, she remembered what the voice told her. Perhaps, heat, you aren't my worst enemy. But you sure are a *****.

"Any… Anybody here?!" Ceto cried, trying out her voice after what seemed like such a long time. Silence. She grimaced and tried again.

"Hello!" This was futile. She was by herself, and she knew it. Looking at the supplies she cradled in her arm, she noticed the pokéballs. She gasped with brief hope and place all the items on the ground, kneeling next to them. Ceto grabbed a pokéball and threw it.

"Go!" The ball hit the ground, opened and landed pathetically.

"O-okay…" Ceto said, scratching her head nervously. If the other pokéball is empty, too, I don't know what I'll do! Her nerves would be a lot more at peace if only she had a companion to share this mysterious predicament with her. She grabbed the second and final ball. She looked at it with a glimmer of hope and tossed it. It hit the ground and a bright red beam escaped the capsule. It made a huge round shape, which told Ceto it was probably a fairly large Pokémon. It looked like maybe a Rhydon! Or an Aggron! The shape shrunk into a small red blob, appearing to be at least two feet tall. The light faded away and revealed its content.

"Spoink… Spoink… Spoink…" the small pig-like Pokémon said in between bounces. Ceto stared at it, but not with scorn. She appreciated every Pokémon for what it was worth, and this Pokémon would be her companion for this strange journey. For how long, Ceto could only wish she knew. She straightened up and caught the two pokéballs that returned to her as she spoke. "Hi there! I guess I'm your trainer!" she said to the Spoink with a bright smile.

"Spoink!" it replied happily. The large pink pearl that rested on the swine's head glimmered in the bright sunlight.

"C'mon Spoink, we have to find a place to hide while I figure out what to do," Ceto told the bouncy Pokémon. I'll figure out a proper name for him later. No time now. She picked up her supplies in her arms again. It would have been useful to have some sort of thing to carry this stuff in, though! Spoink bounced along next to her as she walked on, glancing around occasionally, should anything spring up. The desert was quiet. Ceto looked down at the things in her arms and noticed the swiss army knife, this being the first time she actually paid any attention to it. The red handle was bright and clean, contrasting the box it had been encased in. The handle also featured the coat of arms of Switzerland.

Suddenly, a sweet, pleasant aroma filled the air. It smelled so good. Ceto looked around for the source of the scent. Spoink sniffed the air and began bouncing towards the left, where the smell apparently was coming from. Sure, it smelled wonderful, but why would this smell be wafting around the desert in the middle of nowhere? It made no sense, it had to be a trap.

"Wait! Don't go, Spoink!" Ceto called, running after him. Spoink ignored her and continued to bounce, obviously caring more about finding the delicious berry bush that was practically under his nose. Suddenly, Spoink was knocked backwards by some spikes that shot through the air like missiles. Ceto finally caught up and looked at the Cacnea that had sent the attack.

"So I see you're trying to get dinner. Well, you're not eating him," Ceto told it sternly, helping Spoink return to his fe- er, spring.

"Alright Spoink, use Psywave!" The Cacnea was surrounded by a visible wave-like force, which pushed into it and then sent it sprawling backwards. Ceto grimaced as she watched it come to a stop. This little cactus had to be defeated in the most humane way possible - it wasn't its fault that it wanted to defend its territory. And eat. The easiest way to get rid of it without killing it was to literally get rid of it. Ceto dropped the supplies and ran over to the green creature. She grabbed its arm, right above where the thorns were located. Spinning around in a circle, she threw the Cacnea as far as she could. The Cacnea landed several yards in front of them, in a full fledged faceplant. Ceto beamed as the Cacnea returned to its feet and ran off. She stepped backwards with a grin pasted on her face, but then tripped on something and fell backwards. "Oof!"
 
The echoing voice that came from seemingly nowhere made Penelope's eyes shoot open with ample speed and intensity. She began to whimper as she tried to move, failing to even twitch. She began to cry and whimper louder, shifting her eyes back and forth in an attempt to observe her surroundings. Before she broke down completely, the loud voice boomed again.

After it stopped speaking, Penelope started flinching as her motor skills regained themselves. Thousands of thoughts ran through her head like a speeding train. Who am I? Where am I? Where is this voice coming from? Survive? Eleven other contestants?!

As Penelope regained the ability the sit up, she used her arms to push herself up against the wall behind her. She began to become slightly hysterical. Tears flowed generously on her face as she shifted her head side-to-side to fully see her surroundings. She was in a small, circular room. That wasn't right. The last place she had been was.... Oh dear, where was the last place she had been in?! Penelope's voice finally became louder as she surrendered fully to her sadness. It dribbled melancholic mumbles that were Penelope's efforts to cry for help. Or, at least, pleads to remember her first name.

As she finally got a little hold of herself, Penelope wiped the rivers on her face and placed that same hand on her chest. She spotted a small hole in the middle of the room she was in. She looked at it curiously and calmed her breathing back to normal pace. Penelope closed her eyes and cleared her throat. It was about time to access the situ-

As the voice cut in once more, Penelope let out a small scream of surprise and looked up at the ceiling, the apparent source of the mysterious voice. It said something about a pedestal rising from the ground and containing supplies and "new best friends." Penelope looked down towards the ground. This was a lot to take in. She thought about what she did know about her predicament.

One. She has no idea who she is or where she is. Two. She's in some sort of survival game with other people involved.

Penelope paused in thought, swearing she heard or read something that had a similar tune. She brushed it off and continued.

Three. She's getting a box of items that will help me, if she knows who to use them.

A voice spoke, expect a lot more feminine in tone then the previous. Penelope tilted her head to show that it had her attention. The womanly voice was much more robotic, and just summed up what the original voice had said. As hydraulic sounds came from the hole in the middle, Penelope simply shifted her eyes to them. She felt a bit more emotionally steady now that she had made sense out of this. Well, maybe more of "understood" it really, because the last thing this made was sense.

A good minute or two after the expected pedestal rose, Penelope got up and slowly walked towards it, constantly keeping her right hand on her chest. Bending slightly to look into the pedestal, there laid a decently sized silver box. Taking her hand of her heart, Penelope touched the box and slid her finger along one it its edges. It was most undoubtedly made of metal, and was beautifully polished.

Taking both of her hands, Penelope found the strength to finally open the box due to her light intrigue. Inside, she found a very messy jumble of things; obviously all of the items were just thrown into the box carelessly. Penelope picked up the first thing that caught her eye: A Pokéball. Now this was something she was familiar with!

She brought it up to her face and turned it in her hands. Penelope couldn't help but push the button. Jumping back a bit at the loud, technological nose of the machine, Penelope found herself accompanied by a small Rufflet that manifested from the red beam.

"Ruff," it said proudly, waiting for a command.

Penelope figured this was her new "best friend." She looked back in the box. To her silent joy, she found another Pokéball. She picked it up and released the monster within. An Electrike formed in front of her, letting out a small grunt and taking the same position as the Rufflet next to it. Penelope looked at the Pokemon with an odd gaze. They were like tiny soldiers, and she was their drill sergeant. Penelope thought that perhaps military speak would get to them.

"Um, at ease, gentlemen." She said.

The two Pokemon relaxed their bodies a bit and continued to look at Penelope, eager to help. Penelope looked through her strange gift box of sorts for more items. Although it held no more Pokéballs, it did contain a bag of mixed roasted nuts, a small piece of rock that looked like flint, an equally small item that appeared to be flammable, a hatchet, and.... a flare gun?

Penelope took the gun in her left hand. Was this supposed to signal for help? Penelope pointed the gun at the wall as if to shot something, and she noticed her natural shivering hindered her aim. She sighed a bit, feeling as if the tool was useless in her situation, before noticing the hand she was holding the gun in had a small device laced around it. She brought her wrist to her face and looked at it. It was a watch, presumably hers. It was stuck at a perfect three o'clock, having the second hand stopped right at the twelve.

Penelope took another look at her flare gun. She stared sadly at it once she had the idea to use it as an actual gun if necessary. She didn't want to hurt anyone! Sighing again, she placed the gun back in the box.

As if on cue, the door opened and a freezing chill rushed into the small room. Penelope became confused and quickly spun around. The door held an unforgiving snowy forest that chilled Penelope to her very bone; even though her thin skin wasn't exactly putting up a fight to the temperature. Seeing their master shivering, the Rufflet and Electrike sprang to action and used their bodies to warm her legs. Penelope looked at both them. At least she wasn't alone going into this.

Whimpering a bit from the sheer coldness of the forest beyond the door, Penelope had the idea of just staying in the room. However, that was defeated by the chance of the spooky voice yelling at her. Besides, whoever they are drugged her and made her forget everything about herself, who knows what other horrible things they were capable of?

Grabbing her metal box of things and having her small army trailing very close behind her, she marched off into the snow. Penelope instantly felt the cold snow dose her feet; her shoes were definitely not prepared for this kind of terrain. Penelope spotted a stump right near the room she had just come out of. She walked towards it, her light step being inaudible if it weren't for the faint crunches of the snow beneath her and her recruits.

She knelled down in the snow right in front of the stump. Hopelessness coursed through her veins, and she doubted she could make out of here alive. She began to cry, sniffing a bit as a familiar tear ran down her cheek.

Maybe she could make a fire? She took out the hatchet from her small box and stuck it in the wood. She tried to make a small log quickly, but got a pit of tiny wood chips in the stump instead. Fire pit? Penelope sniffed away the previous tear as she put away her hatchet and took out her flint rock and tinder material. Scratching the materials together in the small pit, a light caught fire in the stump and ignited a fire. Not pulling away quick enough, her finger was singed. Grabbing her hand with the other, she pulled out the damaged finger and examined it. There was nice, minor burn on it. She stuck it in the snow to sooth it.

The Electrike barked softly and inflected his tone as if in question. Penelope smiled a bit. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Everything is going to be alright." She promised.
 
The humidity isn't terrible. Back at "home", it was worse after a massive hurricane. He found a tree, a tall one at that. It seemed to be a redwood tree, but with new hybrids, it was difficult to be sure. This seemed fun, at the moment that is. No sight of those Perils. He began to climb, a feat easy for his long awkward arms and legs. He was about a quarter when he spotted something. It was coiled around the large branch on the right side of the tree. What was that? It looked similar to an Arbok, but it had features of a Seviper. He stared at it, not willing to make a move. Then, he began to formulate a plan. With his mouth, pulled out the slingshot and one marble. With his free hand, he moved one marble and pulled it back. One shot, one chance. Just like that, it was gone.

The marble was sent zooming through the air and missed its initial target. Not stopping for a moment, the marble rebounded against the beast's eyes. It began to shake and move. Then it extended its body to show its chest markings, an Arbok. It hissed as it watched its new prey and went in for a bite. Needless to say, Cal began to climb. The first bite slammed into the bark, when the snake retracted, one of its fangs was left on the bark, its poisonous venom still dripping from it. What was this? Even wild Arboks weren't this vicious. It came around the tree and twisted its head for another attack. It lunged back and leaned forward. All Cal felt was a falling sensation as he heard a snapping noise. The tree was falling.

As it leaned down, he made sure he had a healthy hold on his supplies. Then, he jumped. He had no idea where he was going. He could hear the hissing of the snake right behind him. It hurled itself into another tree which also broke and toppled onto the ground, dead. That was that. He began to move up the tree until he got to the top. It was perfect, covered with leafy foliage, not anyone could see inside from the outside. He took one of the largest branches and pulled it off, dripping with sap. He dried away the sap and began to bang it against the canopy, Slowly, it began to shape into a dagger like object. Digging in the middle of the tree's bark, he looked out for any nests. None were found, and he placed the Jolly Ranchers inside. This way, they wouldn't melt in the humidity. He looked at the stake he had just made. Another idea. He began to crawl down from the tree and went towards the knocked down tree. Yes. The fang was still there.

It was still dripping venom, so he had to use a nearby leaf to take hold of it. Going back up to his camp he saw the Arbok still breathing heavily, very weak. It looked at him mercifully, pleading for help. He grabbed a nearby leaf and looked for where the snake had taken the biggest hit. It was near the shoulder. Looking closer, he realized there was something wedged into it. A branch. He began pull and it came out, covered in greenish blood. The venom had spilled into its bloodstream. It wedged his stake, covered with the leaf, into the cut and the Arbok cried in pain. The green stopped flowing from his body. He used some vines to keep it in place. Lifting it up as best he could, he beckoned it to the top of the tree where he was staying. The Arbok followed, nuzzled his leg, and continued forward. Good. An ally. It carried him up the tree with its head, pushing him up. Every now and then it paused, breathed in, and continued forward. He reached his camp and fell inside as the snake coiled itself around the tree, blending in. He gave it a Jolly Rancher, not sure if it would accept it, but it joyfully ate it and began to Rest. He took the fang from before and spilled the venom into the Jolly Rancher bag after he spilled out the entrails. Then, he dipped the stakes inside. Venomous stakes that are deadly to the touch. He kept them bathed in the green fluid and began to practice throwing the stakes. But instead of actually using stakes, he fired off some branches. He wasn't bad. Aiming for a still target such as the tree in front of him was easy. But, a moving target. There wasn't one in sight. Not yet, at least.

He decided it was time to see what was in his Pokeballs. The first was empty. Then, after opening the second one, a red light fired out. It gradually grew smaller and finally formed the shape of a Nidoran. Male. It looked weak and timid. But, friendly. Another friend. That's all he wanted. Cal began to pet its horn as his stomach rumbled. They both were hungry. They gobbled four Jolly Ranchers each. They weren't satisfied, but for now, it would do. Now, the watch. He looked at it. It didn't seem dangerous. He snapped it on himself. Nothing. He left it on. It could tell him what time it was. 5:30. That was it? He looked out of the tree and crawled down, watching his step around the Arbok, and landed on the ground. He found some large leaves on the ground. He inspected them. They weren't poisonous. There were tons of these back home. He wrapped them around each other to form a jar of sorts. Perfect. He heard footsteps behind him and swung around. It was Nidoran.

"Okay, you can come along." he motioned for the Nidoran to follow him. There was the noise again. One he had heard when the tree was falling. Running water, and fast running water. That meant purified, drinking water. It was a few hundred yards away from the camp, which was fine. He placed the jar in the water and pulled it out full. He checked inside. Inside the green pot was a fish, flopping around. Carvanha, deadly bite. It was still flopping around, but it would be good eating. He pushed it out onto the ground. Then he saw the movement. The Sharpedo came next. It jumped out of the water and looked for food. Cal took his chance and threw a poisonous stake into its mouth. It squealed and fell over, dead. He looked quickly, for any other animal who would attack him. He could see flashes of blue skin. Hmm... maybe he could get some game from here. He put the jar down and pulled it up quick, just as a Carvanha jumped out of the water. He fell back and rolled away. It began to flop on the ground and just like the other, it died. He was having a lot of luck. How odd?

Back at camp, he began to make a fire. It grew, so he decided to cut a hole in the middle of the leaves. That way, it wouldn't burn the camp. He roasted the Carvanha, checking to make sure there wasn't any poison in the meat. He threw one whole one to the Arbok who ate it graciously. Then, he shared the other with Nidoran who drank some water from the jar. Nice. This was going pretty well, for now. It didn't seem as bad as he thought. Now for traps. He took leaves from the same plant as before. He examined it again, to be sure. Nope, green on top and green on the bottom with some red at the edge meant safe. He made another jar and stuffed it with red clay and mud. In the middle, he put some venom. Then, he placed it in the water, with a vine rope so he could pull it out. In a few seconds the first bite, then the second. Great! Two more bites. He took them off the trap and back to camp. But, once he got back he saw something, out of the corner of his eyes. A Beedrill was staring into his eyes.

Running was no help, he would lead it back to camp. So, maybe another tactical approach. Then again, he could trip into the river and have the Beedrill devoured by a Sharpedo. But, he was next. He felt a bite on his leg, he tried to swim out, the river was too fast. Soon, two Carvanha were on him. He splashed out, as the blood around his leg began to expand. It was painful, but there was so poison. He dragged his foot, slowly moving through the rain forest. Once he reached the tree, he asked the Arbok to pull him up. It did smelled the blood, and licked it clean. It spit it out. It didn't like blood? That's the best news he had learned all day. He grew tired, and began to sleep after wrapping his leg with a leaf. Day One went by.​
 
Penelope relaxed her muscles. Despite the fire, she was freezing still. Her clothes provided no protection whatsoever. If only she had a fur coat or something.

Penelope threw herself backwards and yelped upon hearing two loud, sudden beeps. Breathing heavy, she listened as the voice from before came from it.

"Keh. You sicken me. You're such a timid little thing, aren't you? You need to grow up and get a spine. Here, I'll give you a challenge. If you manage to catch, skin, and cook one of the creatures in this forest, I'll give you a reward. You probably can't do it."

"W- What?" she whispered. Unfortunately, the watch didn't reply back. The device had obviously been hacked to incorporate tech to allow the voice to communicate with her in the wild. This definitely scared her quite a bit, knowing that not only the man of mystery behind the words was watching her, but also suggesting she murder for profit.

Penelope reminded herself that all of this, apparently, was still a game to the voice. Gulping, she looked at her teammates. The two were looking very concerned about her and leaning in her direction, itching for a command to help. The Electrike finally snapped and ran to her back and pushed it, motioning her upwards.

Penelope did as the Electrike wanted and whimpered a bit as the cold pierced her skin like a thousand tiny swords. Looking at her personal secret service guards, she thought it'd be best to give them names. Just calling them their species would make them seem like just underlings to her, which they certainly were not. They were in this mess together.

"Okay, you, Mr. Rufflet," she said. The Rufflet stood firmly on the ground and gave a caw to state she had his full attention. "Your name shall be.... Colonel." Penelope thought this was fitting and easy to remember. "And you," she said, pointing to the Electrike, "shall be Major."

As the Electrike barked to say he understood the statement, Penelope looked up. The wintry taiga did not exactly put out a welcoming mat. She sighed and began to walk very slowly into the seemingly unforgivable terrain. Trees slowly passed her, the bark on them hard and dark from the cold.

Since it was dead silent save the violent sounds of wild weaving their way through the trees, Penelope took some time to think about what the voice wanted her to do. Catch, Skin, and Cook. Penelope, which her knowledge of Pokémon, could accomplish the first task easy; especially if it was a small creature like her teammates. But skin and cook? That was horrible to even think about, let alone practice. The girl even found herself gagging somewhat. But the benefits were obvious. The fur of the creature's skin would make a great coat to help her survive and prevent frostbite. The meat would help her feed herself and her Pokémon. Hey, roasted nuts didn't last forever. And she might be here for a while. But the idea of murdering an innocent creature for your own needs.... that was disturbing to put it lightly.

"Snover!"

The sound carried through the woods ever go gently from in front of Penelope. The girl froze in place and her Pokémon took a defensive stance at the sides of her. Somewhere in this silent wood, there was a Snover happily cheering. The echo made the sound linger even longer in Penelope's ears. It had to be a child Snover.... most likely a newborn. Older ones and Abamasnows would never, even on their last breath, cry out and reveal their position in fear of being attacked. It was probably catching a beating for even doing that. But Pokémon meant some kind of shelter. If she could battle the parent to move out of there, she could reside in their former home. Then again, the parent and their child would be prone to predators in the wild while they searched for new territory.

Penelope continued in the direction she was going in, the same place where the sound had come from, "just because." What other options have she? She might as well check it out. Besides, their mostly white creatures and Ice-Types. They could survive and hide in the snow, while the girl could not. But.... still, the idea was still a bit selfish.

"Sn- Snover! Snover! Snoooover!"

Penelope shot her head back up and tried to detect where the sound was coming from. It was way louder then it has been before, meaning it was close. Assuming she was traveling north, Penelope deducted the sound was coming from north-east. The Snover seemed to be crying out in pain, probably being punished for the loud sound it made before.

Penelope spotted a clearing nearby. She quietly approached it and hid herself behind a bush that was maybe two yards away; setting her metal box down behind her. There were two creatures, an Abamasnow and a cute little Snover that maybe reached four feet in height. The Snover was crying to itself as the Abamasnow scorned it. The way they acted, it was obvious that they were mother and child. The parent Abamasnow started to look around at the surrounding forest for anyone that might've come from the cries. As its eyes neared the spot where she was, Penelope ducked down and looked her two Pokémon.

"Looks like we're not going to have to battle, this isn't their home. Much too out in the open." Penelope whispered, taking the Pokeballs out of the box. "I'm going to return you guys so you don't freeze to death, I don't really plan on stalking these guys to find out where they do live. There could be others, too. Just too much risk."

Penelope kept her word and pushed the buttons. However, the red beam made a glorious contrast to the white snow. Penelope gasped a little, hoping the parent wouldn't see it. The girl calmed down after moments passed with absolute silence. She set the balls back in the metal box.

The bush behind her was ripped from its roots and thrown violently to the side. A loud yell came from right behind Penelope. She spun around to find the huge mother Abamasnow right in front her, raising its arms to attack and screaming at the girl.

Penelope screamed herself and picked up her metal box. She began to make a run for it; running as quickly as she could. She didn't have much in the speed or endurance department due to her scrawny legs and overall physic, but the sheer mass of the Abamasnow slowed it to run at an equal speed as Penelope so she remained a good couple feet away. Penelope began to freak out and breathed hard, losing all of her energy the more she ran.

Penelope tripped suddenly, and she fell face first into the snow and had her box spill all of it contents in front of her. As she quickly turned around and sat on her bottom, the Abamasnow reached her and yelled again. The poor girl had nowhere to run as she tried to scuttle backwards in a messy crabwalk. The Abamasnow raised its arm to kill the girl with one tremendous blow. Panicked, Penelope looked at the items next to her. Without thinking, she grabbed the flare gun and shot it in the general direction of the Abamasnow, clenching her eyes are the gun fired.

Opening her eyes, she placed her free hand on her mouth as she shook, with her extended arm that held the flare gun frozen in place. The shot had hit the Abamasnow's face, it screaming in agony. As the fire burned the flesh right off of it, the large creature cried louder and had its voice rise in pitch. After a few moments of this horrific display, the Abamasnow collapsed, dead as a doornail. The flames had incinerated a hug portion of its brain, and as the communication with the Abamasnow's internal organs stopped, so did the organs themselves.

Penelope dropped her flare gun and held that one to her mouth too, over the other one. Copious tears spewed from her eyes as the Abamasnow lay motionless. What has she done?! A minute later, Penelope got up and examined the creature's corpse. She put her hand on its belly. The warmth is gave out was heavenly to Penelope's almost blue hand.

Her mind went back to the voice's words. Catch, Skin, and Cook. Penelope had accidentally killed at giant snow monster.... so that could qualify for catching. And the fur was warm and plentiful; she could easily make a coat. Penelope bit her bottom lip and glimpsed at her hatchet that lay on the ground a few feet away.

No, what was she thinking?! That was beyond awful. Right as she decided to walk away from the body, wind blew on her much harder than it had before. Penelope yelped and shivered more. She didn't have a choice if she wanted to live. It's dead already. It won't mind. Please don't mind. I'm so sorry.

Penelope hesitantly walked over to her hatchet and grabbed it. Finally coming back to the body after slowly walking towards it, she stuck the hatchet in the chest of the Abamasnow, closing her eyes as tears dripped down her face.

----

She had done it. She had finally made a coat of sorts. After maybe an hour of tearing the skin off of the Abamasnow and wiping the green, gooey blood off in the snow, Penelope had a hooded fur coat. The hood was made of the back of the monster's head, which was thankfully untouched by the fire. The sleeves were once the creature's arms, she pushing her hands through the ends. The rest of the coat was the torso, which Penelope choppily cut short because the whole body was too big for her. It still dragged on the floor, though. But that could help brush away tracks as she walked, there were still other people around trying to kill her. To make sure the outfit would stay on her, she took some thread-like grass segments from the body and made tiny ties on the front of the coat to close it up. It was a masterpiece. Maybe before all this she used to dabble in sewing.

Penelope shivered and cried as she remembered the terrible process of making this coat. She had vomited at least twice, and dry heaved plenty of times when it was too much for her to bear. Penelope walked over to her box and stood on one knee. She picked up all of her things and placed the wet objects in the metallic cube.

A little face popped up from behind a tree, finally catching the special, unique smell that Abamasnows gave off that their specie family could only smell. He had lost his mama after she ran off to chase a strange looking creature. As he looked around, he spotted moving white in the forest. That had to be his mother. He walked very calmly to right behind the being.

"Snover?"

Penelope screamed a little as she spun around. She let out a heavy breath when she saw it was the Snover from before. The Snover was shaking from the odd sound and was petrified.

"Oh no, I'm not here to hurt you, darling. Never would I dream of it," Penelope said soothingly. The Snover calmed right down. It looked at her curiously. This thing had the same white fur as his mama. She had the same green hands as his mama. She had the same tone for comforting him as mama. So, therefore, this was his mama. Snover went over and hugged his mama, sorry for what it had done before.

Penelope oddly stared at the creature. Being coated in its mother skin probably made it think she was its mother. Well, it was really cute and it didn't look like it was going to harm her anytime soon. So she hugged it back and placed it in her metal box. Snover staring rummaging through the items, examining them and making sounds of intrigue and delight. Penelope managed to smile at him right before she looked back at the corpse of the real mother.

Cook. The word ran through her mind. Her and her Pokémon were going to get hungry. And if she made a meal of the Abamasnow, she would get some kind of reward like the voice said. Penelope gulped down as she picked up the hatchet again.

----

Penelope finally approached the cave her new friend Snover lives, thanks to its guidance. The cave was great and inconspicuous, barely noticeable from afar unless you really gave a look. She walked into the cave, placed her box down on the floor, and sat down. Her legs were freezing even though her coat gave great warmth to her upper half. Penelope stopped vomit in her throat as she looked at the pectoral muscle she carved out from the Abamasnow in her box.

Snover looked at her funnily. Why wasn't she making food for Snover? He nudged her leg. Penelope looked at him and attempted to grin.

"Are you getting hungry, buddy?" She asked.

"Snover!" The monster replied joyfully.

Penelope thought about how to start a fire to cook the meat. She didn't have any wood, but maybe....

"Hey Snover, could you use a razor leaf for me, darling?" she asked.

"Snover?" Snover said. He didn't understand.

"You know... Um," She said and raised her arms to the ground to mimic how the move is done. She made shooting noises. Snover immediately understood and shot a nice pile of leaves from his hands. He let out a squeal of merriment, for he had made his mama happy.

"Thank you," She said as het patted its head. Snover liked that a lot. Penelope took out the flint and the small bit of tinder she had left and lit a fire among the leaves. She paused and coughed as she stuck the hatchet in the meat and rose it up. Putting it over the fire, Penelope shed a tear for what she had done. Even though the Abamasnow would've killed her, she did still take a mother away from its innocent, defenseless child.

Once the meat looked fully cooked from a rotisserie fashion exposure to the flame, Penelope plopped the meat on the ground in between her and Snover. She reached in and grabbed her two Pokeballs, releasing both Colonel and Major. Snover, although initially scared of the two as he grabbed onto Penelope, found comfort in his mama's reassurance as she held him back. After a small introduction, all four of them surrounded the cooked meat slab. Colonel and Major weren't going to eat unless their master ate first, due to respect. Snover wanted to know if this was something he could eat, so he also waited for his mama.

Penelope hesitantly grabbed a strain of the meat and closed her eyes as she placed it in her mouth. It was absolutely putrid, and she spit it out in her palm to not let Snover or the others know she did. The Pokémon all dug into the meat while Penelope grabbed the roasted nuts from the box and opened them.

Penelope felt like dying as she saw the Snover avidly eat what used to be its mother.
 
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