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OK here goes. You'll start just before your abduction in New York or somewhere similiar so we can have a little fun with our characters before...yeah. Anyway LETS GET STARTED!!! WHOOP!!

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Urgh.

My head hurts.

Where am I...?

As Kristen Lancer sits up, he notices the puddle of bile he'd been lying in. He raises his hand to scratch his head in confusion. Slowly turning, he sees that he's lying in the back of a van; its cargo door is slightly open, bright hurtful light casting a line of warmth across Kristen's foot and up the wall.

His body hurts all over.

Slowly sitting, he wonders what happened. He stands, unsteady. There is nothing in the van apart from himself and some of his fluids, which smell like his sell-by date was somewhere back in the dark ages.

Nothing to do now but find out where the hell he is.

Stepping from the van, he shields his eyes as the sweltering midday sun beats down upon him. After adjusting to the light, he sees firstly that he is wearing only a pair of very wet, and slightly bloody y-fronts; and secondly, he is right on the coast of... somewhere. A small beach is separated from a huge plain of sparse grassland by only a metal fence. In the distance, a single mountain springs from the flat land, standing proud, aloof. No clouds crown its peak; in fact, no clouds inhabit the sky at all. In the distance, looking along the beach, there is a small seaside town.

There is no breeze. The grass in front is still, the sea behind making a gentle sloshing, inviting sound.

Kristen had been kidnapped.

Damn, his pants need a wash.

The van is parked at the very start of the sandy beach, a mere 20 metres from the water. Lancer turns towards the sea and hobbles across the sand, feeling the bruises his kidnappers had given him. He must have put up a decent fight, to accumulate so many aches and pains. At that thought, he smiles.

Kristen steps into the cool, refreshing water. He wades out, until the sea reaches his freezing nipples. Kristen takes off his underwear, but as he does so, he feels something brush his leg.

He jumps, splashing wildly in an attempt to escape the potential predator - then realizes how much of an ass he looks, flailing about at the touch of something probably harmless. As the water settles, he looks underneath the water, to see what it is. Kristen sees it and frowns.

It is a note.

Lancer picks it up and reads it.

Dear Kristen,

Hello. I am Quentin Blake. You may or may not have heard of me. I am a multimillionaire, and this is my island. I have kidnapped 15 others and had them spread out across the island: they are in a similar position to you. You interest me because of your rapid succession through the middleweight championships in the USA.

Why are you here?

Because the last man standing on this island will get exactly two million dollars, or whatever that is worth in his country. There is no way off the island. You have no weapons and only enough rations for six weeks. There is no food source on the island. There are no rules in my game but one: kill everybody else.

Underneath the van you found yourself in, there will be a large rucksack. This contains your rations and some rather meager clothes. The water surrounding this island is freshwater, safe to drink. The whole island is being monitored.

Good luck.

PS. let's just say, the stars are my cameras.

Kristen reads the note over and over again, until he realizes his shoulders are beginning to get sunburnt.

So this is it. It's kill or be killed. Lancer knows which position he wants to be in.

After a good wash - the water isn't so fresh now - Kristen forfeits his pants and climbs onto the shore again, approaching the van. The rucksack is in front of the back-left wheel. Kristen opens it to find a pair of plain white trousers and a t-shirt of the same style. He puts them on, and crumples the note into a pocket.

He sighs definitively, then picks up the rucksack and turns to leave. Although he has no weapon, he has his fists, which are as deadly as any weapon, being a world-renowned boxer.

Wait.

That fence looks rusty.

Kristen rushes towards the fence, peering at it closely. Then he stands and encloses one of the posts with his muscular fists, and pulls with all his might. The bar starts to bend, then finally breaks loose into Lancer's hand.

Now Kristen has a weapon.

He smiles and begins to walk towards town.

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Rawss latter post btw this is the young man quentin's meeting with Vlad Sparrow

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Are you still excepting players? This roleplay looks really interesting, and I would like to join, though I'll probably get killed of quite quickly >.<

Name: Sophie Rose
Age: 26
Brief description:
Profession prior to kidnapping/ Background: Sophie grew up in the country, learning the art of self-defense at a very young age. She came to the city to find long lost family, hoping to end a family fued. While she is staying in the city she is working as an actor/performer/entertainer, as well as any part-time jobs that will help cover the costs of her basic needs.
Skills: Amazing endurance, good reflexes, fast.
Starting weapon: (Again pictures welcome) Two metal poles
Preferred Weapon: Dual short-swords
Alignment/Mentality: Neutral, always does what she either thinks is right or what will benefit her the most / Scared and manipulated easily, though when engaged in combat she becomes a completely diffrent person.
pedestrian

Yuppety yew >.< accepted if you know anyone else tell them.

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