Bad! Play with the others, not I!
A small surge of electricity flowed through the pole, zapping Lullaby's paws.
Lullaby's dorsal fur stood on end and the dinosaur-like machine only became more angry. The machine's muzzle moved articulately.
"Show yourself, coward!"
Perhaps you should worry less about me and more about the newcomer. She may either be your prey or your hunter, its all how you play the game.
Possibly, if you survive.
There was a clicking sound from the intercom, whoever was on the other side was gone for now.
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Blanc rejoiced at his loot. A few broken pieces of glass and a rusty nail, some of his favorite things.
((:/ *can't stop thinking about Sound of Music*))
Lullaby scanned the bottom of the pole. The projection must have been coming from somewhere. She started to dig at the base of the rod to find the cord leading the source. However, her paws made this task difficult.
(Damn, did not think of that, OR DID I. actually, I didn't. I hadn't planned on someone tunneling, so now I need to think of a way to counter it...)
Blanc gathered up his killing tools. He was surprised that his master was not speaking with him.
Could they have removed the kill device?
It was very possible. Blanc might be free, if just temporarily. Although the freedom would be short-lived if he was killed. He debated hunting down one of the others, but instead decided to make a base for himself.
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The figure walked around the control room, observing the video feeds from the cameras, specifically the one showing Lullaby.
"You're going to be a handfull, aren't you?" he said to himself.
"What should we do?" a metalic voice called to him.
"I think it's time we let the T.O.Y.S. out to play."
an evil smile grew on the figures face as he pressed the button.
The huntsman stood atop a crumbling shack, looking around for signs of the other contestants. Seeing the newcomer back in the starting area, it quickly bounded down the sloped roof, then jumped between protruding bricks to get back down to the ground. It headed for the newcomer, but stopped just outside the clearing.
Blanc searched for a worthy base. He wanted somewhere high up, and considered the roller-coaster, but decided against it. There wasn't much accessibility up there, and it was too bright for Noir, he needed somewhere dark.
His eyes found a building, the front of it being a giant clown head. There was a sign that read Fun House.
"Fun..." Blanc spat, "what is so fun about residing in the husk of a circus performer's face?"
His gaze wandered, and found a sizable hole in one of the eyes of the clown's head. He smiled.
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THE T.O.Y.S. WILL ARRIVE IN THREE POSTS
((discription plz))
Lullaby had thrown aside clots of dirt revealing that the chord lead outside the main ring. The large machine desided she needed to quicken her place. She clamped her teeth around the wire and yanked her head up, the chord thightening and exposing itself for a few more meters. Lullaby walked toward it to pull it out of the ground more.
(Patience my dear cartoon...)
"Sir! The machine is following the wire straight to us!"
The figure didn't even twitch, he had expected a few of them to be smarter than what they had originally shown.
"No matter, either it will be distracted by another contestant or the T.O.Y.S. and if that doesn't work, it'll have to stop at the edge of the arena, if not, we kill it."
Seeing the newcomer was unmoving, The Huntsman decided to charge, against it's better judgement.
(kill postion? maybe?)
((Crazy, you're being too vauge. And Weaver, I demand a discription; everyone else discribed their OCs before they appeared, 'tis only fair. Beware my strictness :o))
(next time put in []'s, it is my rules. Also, it is revoked due to player in-activity. Characters can't be killed when the player is not present. But, if she does not post, she will be killed off. And as for you cartoon, I'll make a description because you scare me *runs off to go hide*)
((this RP is serious bizzness))
Lullaby paused, lifting her head. She turned her face toward the noise. Glancing back at the exposed wire for a short moment, she turned and started to walk toward the sound a doll had made.
Since he hadn't been bothered, Blanc finished quickly. The hole in the eye was like a cave, and he made it his hovel. He had a corner to sleep-although he didn't have a bed, as well as a place to keep his weapons. It had been hard to climb up to the hole, but that was a useful defense.
13 entered hand on her gun, one copper finger on the trigger looking around her. "I am not afraid." she told herself. "I am not afraid."
