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[RP] Omnicide II

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Mr Pokemon:
The players escaped. The game was cancelled. For 12 years they played re-runs. People tired of Omnicide, and stopped watching. The owners lost money, and had to do something before they were forced to go on the streets. They gathered a new group of players, a total of 60, and divided them again into 4 teams of 15. The rules are the same, however this time, they prepared for a breakout. Security is doubled, and the guards are highly trained. They removed the firing range, replacing it with an empty room called the "Multipurpose room," although its main use was for beating unruly players who decided not to fight.

Ground Rules:
These rules must be followed at all times while RPing. They shouldn't be too hard to follow if you just use some common sense.
If a rule is broken once it will result in a warning. If it is broken again, you may be kicked out. However, there will be a vote amongst the other RPers to decide.

-No God modding. This means that you cannot control other RPers against their will.
-You cannot make your character overpowered. This makes the RP less fun for others, and quite honestly, yourself. Please be realistic, if you don't know if something is possible, assume it isn't.
-Use proper grammar and spelling. People will take you more seriously if you do this. Plus, it is hard to read and understand, and gets very annoying.
-Please don't make ridiculously short posts that say next to nothing. If you are going to make a post, at least put some time and effort into it. Nobody wants to read through 3 pages of posts that aren't necessary.

Profile Skeleton (Send me, filled out, in PM):

PU Name:
Omnicide Name:
RP Age:
Bio:
Personality:
Image (Optional):

You may not use the same character as you did in the first Omnicide.
That wouldn't make sense, now, would it.
And also, be creative. Don't copy characters from other games or shows/movies, that is plagiarism.

JerryEDIT: Approved as exception given the previous success of the RP :)

Mr Pokemon:
I woke up with an achin' in my head. I was in a strange room, with strange people. Last thing I knew I saw some men dressed in those fancy suits come into my prison cell, and then...
I forgot what happened after that, but apparently it wasn't good. I looked to the person next to me, a young man who looked like he'd seen more than he should've in his life.
"What the hell is this place?" I asked him. He turned, and looked like he'd heard the funniest darn thing.
"Newbie, eh?" He said, then chuckled and turned away. I didn't know what to do from there, so I went back to sleep.
When I woke back up, nobody was there anymore. I got up, and walked around a bit before I realized I was lost. When I found people, they were all in a big room eating food. I looked for a clock, only to find somethin' that looked like a scoreboard, with some names I'd never seen before. I went to where some guys had formed a line, I assumed that was where I got food. The food the other guys got didn't look very appetizing, but I was starvin', and that was the only food around. When I finally got my bland food, I found a spot to sit away from people. Looking around the room, most of the people looked like they were fairly average, apart from the expressions on their faces. There wasn't a smile in the room.
The room cleared out, and I left with the rest of them. They all went back to bed, as did I. I didn't get to sleep 'till early morning. All the time I was awake I had time to think. It wasn't a while after I lied down that I realized where I was. I didn't think I would ever smile, neither.

St. Jimmy:
  Whisp stood in front of a sand bag.  He stared it down as if it was an opponent.  Scanned it, looking for weak points.  Then, without warning he lashed out, sending a flurry of fists into the bag.   He continued to jab at sand bag, then, delivered a stronger punch which was intended to break it open, or make it fly across the room, or something.  But it just swung back and forth, still dangling from the ceiling.  He was displeased with his performance. It was obvious he needed to train more.   Unsheathing his dagger he shredded the sand bag till there was nothing left but a pile of sand on the floor.  He then left the room and down the hall toward the cafeteria.

Mr. Fox:
I was on a bus headed to Military School. Ugh what a life...I was sleeping when a helicopter could be heard over head and I woke up. I sat up and saw that the helicopter was over head and a rope had been droped. A man dropped down and started cutting a hole in the roof, he climed in after his work was done and walked right up to me. I tried to think what I could have done that was so illegal that the special forces would be sent to pick me up. But on the other hand anything was better then school.

He grabbed my shirt and attached me to the rope. He yanked on it twice and up we went. The helicopter disengaged from the bus and headed into the desert.
-Where are we....
The man hit me in the chest and told me to shut the F**k up. I had a feeling I wasn't going to like where i was going.

After about an hour a complex came into sight. Ten minutes later I could see that it said Omnicide. I had never been a fan of the show, but i knew what they did there... I was soooooooooo screwed...

Frenchfry:
The van bounced up slightly as it hit a bump in the road. Cecil was grinning at the Omnicide thug sitting across from him, who happened to be the one responsible for the large cut running along his cheek.
"Why'd that make you so angry, anyways, bud? That rapist I shot a friend of yours? Yeah, you look the part of a submissive BDSM partner."
The guard leaned forward, grabbing Cecil by the collar and punching him across the face. He tasted blood.
"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."
He felt another punch and fell to the floor. When he looked up, he saw the guard staring down at him. "You hear me now, ya' piece of sh*t?"
Cecil laughed, spitting out blood. "No, you're gonna have to speak up."
The next few seconds continued this way, until the van stopped, and he was dragged into the Omnicide building by the sleeves of his shirt, laughing hysterically as blood dripped out of his reopened cut. "You don't wanna touch me, buddy, you don't know where I've been!"

They left him in a small white room, with only the now-locked exit, another door, and a closet. Inside the closet, he found his rifle and a machete, along with their respective holster and sheath. The machete confused him, but he took it regardless, placing the machete on his back with the grip protruding over his left shoulder, subsequently slinging his rifle over the opposite shoulder.
He entered the door, stepping into a large room filled with both people and bunk beds. A young man with white hair, sporting a black beret, approached him, smiling warmly.
"Hey, newbie. You look like you just went through hell. Welcome to Team Cadogan."

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