→ SANDY BEACH

@♂01 - fujiwara katsuo Bread, nom.. It looks tasty, was the small thought that ran to her head as she analyzed and checked the freshly made piece of bread she held in her hands, if it had some sort of weird smell of cyanid, or any particular similar kind of type. Yet , he wasn`t stupid enough to poison his own food was he? Well, she couldn`t tell for sure, but she knew his intelligence, but not his surviving skills. Based on what she had seen so far, he asses! If that is the right expression for that.


The girls then sounded footsteps, the small talking of his, the sound of breaking branches, leading her to glance down, noticing he was there, climbing up to get her, and she was already up at the tallest. The girl gulped a little, all of sudden a small headache caught her head, now only to shrink into a small ball almost as she held tightly to the branches, shivering of the sight of how actually high up she was. She should`ve had known that cats doesn`t necessarily has the strength of coming down again, aka fright of heights. “M-meow” she meowed, pissed of her own decision, as she couldn`t let her own body move, neither could she make herself move as she by accident glanced down, and the male came closer and closer.

“Go away Katsuo! I need them more than you ever do!!” she called back at him, stuttering in her speech realizing she actually had fear for it, leaning into as much a possible to the tree, breathing heavily in order to not hyperventilate or freak out. Yet, her body started to shake, and she lost grip of her one hand, slipping for two seconds before taking a grip, ending up calling at the male again. “ H-help… I-I can`t get down again!” She knew it was useless, as Izumi knew that the male was just going to take his supplies, maybe kill her off and leave the place blood spotted. She couldn`t believe her own genes. They were pathetic. Yet, there were times she thought before acting, such as climbing up trees and never go down again, or similar situation. That some stupid cat stereotypes was left in here along with her strength.

@♀08 - ryuugazaki izumi "GO AWAY!" Katsuo heard her shriek.

Assuming that it was meant for him, the teenage boy nearly stopped abruptly in his tracks, confused by the girl's actions. Go away? Wasn't she the one stealing his supplies first? He raised an eyebrow, confused by her sudden actions. First she looked as if something disturbed her, and the next thing he knew, she was telling either him or some imaginary guy in her imaginations to go away. "Give me back my supplies." He dared himself to come close to her, despite how much she frighten him. "And I'll go away."

Of course, at times like this, talking nicely to people would not work. It's not like you could talk to your classmates politely, and they'll give you your precious weapon back. He immediately regretted silently complaining about his potassium cyanide. Now that his food and weapon was on Izumi's hands, he came to appreciate it far more than he did when he first saw them. Sure, he could find something handy like the sharp shell the girl had if he looked carefully, but he highly doubted that he would stay alive at least before he found something handy. Based on the briefing the class was given, your supplies depend on your luck, which doesn't cover up the chances of someone having a machine gun or some sort.

He then saw the female climb up a tree swiftly. For a brief second, she looked exactly like a cat taking the form of a middle-school student. He stopped in his tracks, bending down and panting slightly before looking up. "Damn it," he said in between breaths. To his dismay, Izumi seemed to have more energy than him, or he was just tired and she was full of energy. Either way, he needed to get his supplies back as soon as possible.

Katsuo studied the branches of the trees, noticing that most of them are fortunately thick, enough for him to climb on them. He had never climbed trees before, and he would rather die in the girl's hands than dying because he fell from a tree, trying to get his weapon and food back. "Okay," he whispered, gathering his strength before his hands grabbed on a branch, resting his foot on a thick branch.

@♂01 - fujiwara katsuo “GO AWAY !!!” she shrieked, until she heard footsteps from behind, nearing her, chasing her like a wolf, as she shook out the thought, and the repeating tone, this high pitched tone from her ears stopped, and she proceeded her speed. This Katsuo? Katsua? Well she couldn`t recall really. But she had seen him in class a few times back in the peaceful days before the school turned out to be an utter hell, a setting for a cage for all the student, forced to commit murder on one another. Katsuo though, she never talked much with him, actually, she never talked to anyone, why would she? In the end, if she did, they would just turne their backs against her, desperate to survive putting their life before loyalty.


“Pff…” she snorted, his supplies, anyone’s supplies were good enough for her, as long as it was something usable. Besides, her knowledge for poison, hunting, well basically, she had many possibilities for snatching up one or two lives with this formula. That’s why, that the males supplies were good, extremely good. After all she had gotten desperate to get anything now. The girl, noticed a tree, gradually fastening her speed, in order to lose him, she noticed this tree, running for it passing a few bushes, and grabbed a few branches, pulling herself up, climbing up to a bigger branch, leaning into the tree and sighed.




The male wouldn`t probably give up on the hunt that easily, according to first impression he seemed quite of clever compared to other students, if she didn`t remember wrong, he seemed to get really good grades at school as well. Otherwise, he just seemed to be a genuine smart person. Probably a powerful yet a strong opponent, judging out of his look, he also compared to others was hard to analyze. Don`t underestimate him, that`s for sure. So far, she was just lucky she had the surprise moment on her side, or else she wouldn`t have possibly be overpowered by his strength.

@♀08 - ryuugazaki izumi Only five hours has passed since Katsuo stormed out of the school building, and he could already tell that he needed a shower as soon as possible, though showers would be dangerous at times like this. Everyone needed shelter, and the houses around the island must have been occupied already. Even if he were to enter a house, there would be at least one corpse laying around the place. He wasn't the type to believe that spirits would linger around the place, but having a dead body of your classmate inside your temporary house won't be pleasant. "Why did it take you so long to recognize me?" he asked, a humorless chuckle escaping from his mouth.

"My supplies aren't very good," Katsuo grunted, trying to inhale an amount of air. The girl was skinny, yes, but she still felt heavy on his back. He could feel the tip of the shell against his throat, and one slice could kill him. He then saw his backpack snatched in front of his eyes, leaving the map behind. The weight was gone from his back in an instant, and he saw the girl sprint away from the beach. "What the ?" The young boy straightened himself up quickly, grabbed his map, and went after the girl without thinking much.

He wondered what that Izumi girl had gotten, but it had crossed his mind that she got something extremely useless. The weapon could vary from many things, and getting potassium cyanide was actually considered lucky. What did she actually get? A pot lid? Darts? 'It was probably worse than poison,' he thought as he sprinted faster, trying to catch up with the cat-like girl as she was nearly out of sight. Then he saw her act really weird; it was something he had never seen before. She looked... disturbed.

If it weren't for her stealing his supplies and nearly killing him with some sharp shell, he would consider helping her. But now that he considered her as an enemy, he charged after her. "Give me back my supplies!" he yelled.

@♂01 - fujiwara katsuo Unlike probably other students, Izumi didn`t care whether what their background was, nor their name or their faces, identity is something useless, and name, well you didn`t needed it, why need a name to build an identity huh? The world system is a crap of holes filled with sorrow and hatred, social statuses like the cool queen bees, sports idiots, and similar, it’s all an illusion reality they lived in. The female glanced over to a list of the different classmates, snatching it, tilting her head as she read it. “Male 01 - fujiwara katsuo am I right?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, smelling its odor, which was sweat, he smelled icky! ICKY!



Yet the moment he said her name, her attention was brought, widening her eyes over such revelation of her name, how it tasted onto his tongue the way he pronounced it. It was weird, no one said her name, NO ONE! “SHUT UP!!! GIVE ME YOUR SUPPLIES OR ELSE I SLICE YOU TO DEATH!” she increased her volume, pressing the sharp side of the shell closer to his throat, while her knee was aiming between his legs, pressing it further and further. It was no time for pep talking, she needed supplies, nothing else. The way he smiled, made her feel, feel, weird, it was not time for smiling! Most importantly, why did she get so offended by it. She didn`t had time to get distracted, the girl narrowed over the tools, seeing them openly available for her to just snatch and run, glancing back to the male, with no more left to say, she aimed her shell in order to slice easily over his throat, which she didn`t know worked, before she slung herself over to the backpack and snatched everything she needed, which was a piece of bread and the poison, nothing more, nothing less, raising herself up again, she pulled for a run, to get away, to hide, vanish.



Gracefully her legs sprinted, with large steps, aiming to one direction, her thought of the plan was easy, survive, survive, SURVIVE! It ran through her head. As she ran, all of a sudden, everything seemed to get so blurry, shrieks form each corner lurked in between the bushes, before she knew it, roots wriggled out in order to take her, press her to juice, and all she could see was small birds, gaining her attention as they formed together to a huge gigantic monster, with an voice of a familiar voice, hammering, hammering, interfering, interfering, tearing her part by part. “ YAMETE !!! YAMETE!!!! GO AWAY FROM MEEEEEE! MEEEOW!” It kept breaking her drums in her ears, surrounding her head, her vision with visions of her own imagination, something was wrong, something was far more messed up, than the world she lived in.

@♀08 - ryuugazaki izumi Moments before Izumi's attack, Katsuo's attention diverted to the list of students on the map. The game had just started a few hours ago, and the 6-hour announcement had not been announced by the stupid government, thus the only forbidden area was the school, and so far, there weren't any known casualties yet. He skimmed through the names and pictures of his classmates, still free from crosses. He then glanced at his watch. One hour till the first announcement. He inhaled an amount of air and focused his attention back on the map.

Judging from how they are in class, Katsuo could not imagine them killing each other brutally. He could not imagine those group of addicts firing bullets at each other - and the gossiping girls aiming knives, with tears streaming in their eyes, saying "I'm sorry" before they kill. Or maybe some of them were secretly ruthless, with a thirst of power and the urge to survive blinding them into killing even their closest friends.

Then he looked at the picture of a girl. Underneath her picture were the words 'Girl 08 - Ryuugazaki Izumi'. Though he was not necessarily close to her or anything, he immediately knew that she was someone to watch out for. Sure, she was just like him - living like a normal person and all that, but something about her made him terrified, especially at situations like this. That Izumi girl acted like an animal sometimes, and when he said 'animal', he really meant animal. It was as if her genes were mixed with a cat's gene or something...

The next thing he knew, he felt something heavy on his back. Katsuo saw a sharp shell pointed at him, only inches away from his throat. "Your supplies. Give it to me... or die," he heard someone say behind him. His supplies? No way. Potassium cyanide was much better than him having nothing.

'Crap,' he thought, 'I should have kept an eye on my surroundings.' The teenage boy grunted slightly, and he saw a figure from the corner of his eye. "Ryuugazaki Izumi," he muttered to no one in particular. Out of everyone, why did his attacker have to be her? "Why am I not surprised to see you here..." he half-lied. His lips curled into a weak smile as his elbows tried not to give in, giving Katsuo time to think of an emergency plan.

@♂01 - fujiwara katsuo The world, whether or whether not, its an awful place to live in. Which either way you see it, twist it, turns it upside down, there will be similar spots of despair, murders, madness. That was what she had learn, the female cat, living on the instincts she earned by manipulation, tests, she almost felt choked by the twisting thought of it. Biting her bottom lip, the vibrations of presence revealed themselves the way she hoped it to be, it came closer, closer than you could pull the trigger. That was what she intended to do, coming closer to it, the way their senses lured them closer to her spot, underneath the sand. Yes, she had literally dug her own grave, camouflaged every single sign of life, deep, deep down, staying there for, maybe an hour, two? Maybe more, at least she knew her ways of survival, sensitive ears, from afar they could hear.



Now was her time to use her skills to her advantage, whoever it was, she intended to take him down, strip him for everything he owned, in order to survive, you had to sacrifice something, a human life? Your own safety? Your own health? Whatever it is, lose or nor lose it not. Whoever it was, a slim tiny girl, a huge body builder of a man, she had to strip it. She could hear the footsteps coming closer, pausing for a bit, a small heavy sound let down as the presence probably sat down by the sand, she could hear him flicker with his things, believe it or not, she could, its smell was like new fresh bread, the rapid mixture of potassium cyanide, it grudged her, delusion of her need for it, the same way as she hated it for all costs.


Izumi, now its your chance, she thought, reaching up her hand, sticking it up from the sand as she grabbed onto the leg which turned out to be form a completely stranger, a male sitting there with a map and his supplies. Without hesitating, she took a deep breath, rolling her body weight to the side in attempt to twirl his leg, for so swing her own over, in order to sit on top of him, holding onto a sharp shell she found the other day, directing it towards is throat. “ Your supplies. Give it to me.. Or die” That was her only intended speech of message, nothing more to say, nothing too complicated.

[ CLOSED - starter for ryuugazaki izumi ]

Backpack hanging loosely on his shoulders, Katsuo finally slowed down after a few minutes of running when he felt his right leg land on a completely different surface. His leg started to sink slowly when he applied pressure to it. He glanced down and searched his backpack for the island's map. After scanning it for a moment, he realized that he was currently at the sandy beach. The area was wide - taking around one-third of the island's perimeter. It was somehow too wide to be called a beach, he noted as he took another step forward, trying to find a good spot to study the map.

He knew that he was at exposure, especially when the southern mountain peak and hill was nearby. It would be easy for everyone else to find him and kill him, but then again, the houses were far more dangerous since everyone would definitely seek shelter after they have exited the school building. He was dead tired, yes, but he kept his feet alert, just in case a figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere, probably pointing a gun at him.

After he had found a good spot, he glanced at his sides and finally sat down. So far, no one was there, but he knew that this program was no joke. He would either die or survive; there was no in between. His eyes then trailed to the map, going through it and studying it, trying to come up with a strategy or anything that would help him survive with minimal kills.

Of course, he realized that there would be people allying with each other, either sticking with each other till the end or betraying each other at one point. There would be students cowering in fear, and there would be ruthless killers roaming around the island, fighting for survival. He would experience at least one of them at one point, and if he were to came up with a solo plan, it would most likely fail as he will eventually ally with someone, betray or be betrayed, and so on.

Taking a deep breath, he ped his bag again, taking out his weapon: poison, or specifically potassium cyanide. He knew a thing or two about chemistry - cyanide was generally extremely toxic, and if he were to poison someone with it, that person would most definitely die within seconds. Putting it inside his bread and leaving it somewhere can do the trick, but he knew that his classmates weren't stupid. Unless they were extremely hungry, they would not take a small bread left in the middle of nowhere. Even he would be cautious enough.

The teenage boy was too busy thinking of a plan, that he did not notice whether anyone was near him or not.

@♂09 - oshiro haru The boy shrugged, a grin plastered onto his face naturally. "Sorry," he drawled, unapologetic, "but feeling better has nothing to do with surviving or not. You either live or you die. No one cares how you feel." He stopped, pondering over his blunt words before saying, "Well, I don't mean that I specifically don't care how you feel. Not that I really do in the first place, but I didn't mean to bait you, if you thought that." He let his head thump against the tree trunk, sighing at the lack of weaponry to arm himself with. Feeling vulnerable wasn't very high on his list, and it made him slightly jumpy without the familiar cold press of ridged metal against his palms and bulging in his pant pockets.

He raised an eyebrow. "Am I really the first person? Surely you've seen someone that was chasing you, or was foraging and just didn't see you?" Jun had been chased around by five different people since he came to the island -- and although he wasn't exactly the stealthiest, there was no need for unwarranted chasing around, especially when they wouldn't even catch him (he was #1 in track for a reason). "Were you really walking around too? You didn't even eat yet? Well, I didn't eat yet either, but that's for an entirely different reason."

Half of his food was poisoned by some unknown culprit, and though he was almost dumb enough to eat it, he knew when something was wrong if it emitted an odor, and he chucked it away; at the time, he assumed it had spoiled. A small bird landed and had began to peck at the rations, which Jun scoffed at, and went inside to begin rummaging around to find any more rations he may have hid. When he came back outside, the bird was lying on its side, stationary and going into rigor mortis.

"Say, Oshiro," he began, eyebrows bouncing up and down in mischief. "You wanna go do something with me right now? Doesn't involve death, promise. Well, maybe."

@♂02 - morishige jun //
Haru listened, not moving an inch as Jun's words sunk in. He was so not fit for this .. "program" - not finding a better word that could explain exactly what is going on and why he was sent here. He was, basically, too innocent; not once had Haru ever harmed a person (pinch, scratch, punch, kick - you name it), nor was there ever a time in his life that Haru's life had been threatened to the point that fighting and killing others would lead to his survival. Haru was too clean; untainted with insufficient knowledge of fighting to survive. Although his talent for archery will come in handy as his main weapon is none other than a crossbow, Haru was not a killer ... yet. The mere thought that an explosion or even a gun shot would end his life any moment had not hit him until now. Haru realized that he was not living in the same world anymore.

Haru uncomfortably brought his fingers to his neck, lightly brushing the rusty metallic surface of the collar. He had never feared death, but now he was beginning to doubt he will make it through alive. The chances of a panic attack grew more likely as time continued to pass by and there was no telling whether it might lead him to his death this time. Haru couldn't even feel offended when the other gestured towards him, providing even more proof that he does not look like a person who would survive in this type of environment. "Like that totally makes me feel so much better," Haru replied sarcastically with a defeated scowl on his face.

He, then, nodded at his obscure answer, knowing perfectly well that Jun had no reason to fully trust him when the trust wasn't mutual either. "I've just been walking around." Haru was sitting for far too long and decided to finally stand up. "To be honest, you're the first person I have seen since I've been brought to the island."

@♂09 - oshiro haru Jun snorted, tilting his head to the left and the right to get rid of cricks in his neck, shaking out his clothing with his hands later to get rid of the grit sticking to them. "A quick dip here gets you killed, Oshiro," he replied nonchalantly, as though whether the other survived or died was none of his problem. "You take a swim... and then bam!" His hands flew in the air, mimicking an explosion. "Someone guns you down. Or spears you from behind. Or the principal blows you up, just because he wants to." Jun's eyes flickered to the other's collar, matching in size and shape to his. "There are lots of ways to die here."

Clearing his dry throat, coughing slightly from the run, he began to take off his shoes to shake the sand from them, first the left, and then the right. "Yeah, you owe me one, alright," he sighed. "I feel like you could die any second, y'know, because you're -- well, no offense, but you're so..." he trailed off, gesturing to the other boy with a wave of his free hand.

"I've been hiding out somewhere," Jun began as he put his shoes back on, tucking the laces into the sides. He meant to be vague; he wasn't yet sure if the other was to be trusted or not. "Found some shrubbery that hid where I was. There's some rations that I stole from others. Some people are just such idiots when it comes to hiding stuff.

"And you?" he questioned, finally raising his head to look at the other with a curious glance. "How've you been surviving?"

@♂02 - morishige jun //
Haru blinked. Was Jun ... laughing? He felt even more dumbfounded at the fact that Jun was able to emit such hysterical wheezing and laughter from his own mouth after assuming that he was most likely being chased by another student that was ready to kill him back at the beach. Haru continued to stare with a bizarre gaze that slightly questioned Jun's sanity while he finally calmed down.

Haru's eyes widened for a second time at Jun's greeting, taken aback by the evident joy within his expression. "O-oh, Morishige," he replied to his greeting with uncertainty, not fully understanding exactly what is going through Jun's mind and if he was always like this back in school. Before Haru could open his mouth again, he suddenly felt Jun squish beside him at the sound of approaching footsteps before the sound disappeared. "Thought it was safe enough to take a quick dip but I guess not," he explained with an embarrassed smile, tugging the corner of his lips to a small curve.

Haru followed Jun's gaze to his crossbow and arrow. He light out a soft chuckle at his question and reasoning, amused by how lightly Jun was taking this entire situation. Haru shook his head, "I owe you one so thanks." Haru was not a ruthless murderer unless his life was in danger, and observing how Jun was empty handed, he had no reason to take his life. And, the fact that Jun had saved him played another factor in his decision.

"How have you been surviving all this time?"

@♂09 - oshiro haru A few moments of them steadying their breaths was all it took for Jun to let loose bouts of laughter, wheezing hysterical sounds more than anything coming through his chapped lips, and he sighed in contentment as the other asked him what was going on, his heart rate beginning to steady and the adrenaline ebbing away.

"Hey, Oshiro," he greeted, eyes forming into small crescents to show his mirth. "You didn't expect to meet up like this, did you?" Quick footsteps approached and he flattened against the trunk beside the other, not even risking an exhale until the sound of footsteps receded. "Why were you by the water? You almost got killed, you idiot. Saved you."

Tongue darting out to wet his lips, he coughed, eyeing the other's crossbow by his side and the quiver of arrows. If only he hadn't left his grenades behind, or if he had just found something small and sharp to wield. "You, uh, you're not going to kill me, are you?" he questioned, vaguely gesturing to the general vicinity of the weapon. "Because, well, I gave you another chance to live."

He coughed.

@♂02 - morishige jun //
Beads of sweat had formulated on Haru's forehead as his feet naturally dragged himself to the beach and closer to the surrounding water. He knew better to not drink straight from the ocean, but jumping in would be harmless, right? After aimlessly wandering the isolated island and not finding a single person (not sure if it was a good or bad thing), he had become tired and sweaty from the scorching rays of sunlight, deciding that a short dip into the ocean would relieve his fatigue and cool himself off. Trapped in his household until he was finally allowed to attend a local school, this was the first time Haru had ever been to a beach and seen the ocean with his own eyes. After being awestruck for a good few seconds, he made sure to snap out of it before someone could ambush him out in the open. It was pretty, yes, but was not the best place to hang around for too long.

However, Haru didn't even have time to touch the water at all and react when he was suddenly dragged by an unknown person and was forced to run to match their pace. Turning his head towards the culprit with an alarmed and cautious look, Haru's eyes grew in recognition and confusion. Blessed with an amazing memory, he easily matched the male's appearance to a name: Morishige Jun; a student from his homeroom. Literally knocking the words out of his mouth due to the spontaneity of Jun's appearance, Haru was left speechless. It was only after a few moments of sprinting towards who-knows-where that they slowed down and seek refuge behind some trees. Haru leaned against the trunk, heavily breathing at the sudden rush of adrenaline and physical activity, before turning to look at Jun once more.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Adrenaline pumping through his veins, the young man tripped on the sand, his feet sinking into the grains unhelpfully, and he barked out a laugh before focusing the rest of his energy into running. He was, once again, caught unaware by another student, that one kid with the platinum blond hair that used to be his seatmate in math, and he received a shallow cut across his forearm -- it could've been worse if he didn't have proper reflexes -- before starting to run for his life. Really, he was scouting for any resources nearby, and he could've /sworn/ that there was no one around, so how is it that he was still sprinting away from other students and struggling to stay alive?

The metal collar around his neck constricted his airflow, and he harshly panted to get oxygen into his system, running parallel to the water and eyes scanning for a place to hide; or even better, to find some sort of sharp branch to stab the other and slice his carotid artery as soon as he got too close.

In his peripheral vision, he spotted a young man, somewhere around his age, and though the other's back was partially turned, he remembered him as Oshiro Haru, that one kid that he had in his homeroom.

He knew he should've left the kid behind to take his place to die, but on instinct, he grabbed the other's forearm abruptly, not even wondering if the other would kill him in this vulnerable state or not. The student just screamed out a harsh "Run!" and dragged the other with him, away from the chasing danger behind them.

Hopefully, he wouldn't get stabbed, at least.