Saw- Style Rp
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K... I'm not going to make my chars yet, but here's the plot. Basically all our chars wake up in a warehouse with the windows boarded up ((to the point where it would be impossible to break out through them)) and some mechanism on each of the doors. There is water on the floor, and the thermostate adjusts every thirty minutes, dropping to freeze the house and kill the people inside. There are traps set for each of the individuals within the house, each containing a key. The rule is that each of the doors may be opened for three seconds only, giving one person enough time to escape, but it will become unusable. There won't be a safe with keys in it like in the actual movie. To ensure that the people once-escaped won't go to the police, they are each wearing an anklet with an explosive and tracking device that will go off if they go anywhere near the police-station.
You each make your own traps for your chars. You may create your own tapes ((no one person plays Jigsaw, we all can)) You may kill off another char, given it's either another of your own or you have the other person's permission If my 'opening situation' thing has holes/you have suggestions for it, give them, please
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Name: Age: Occupation: Physcical Description ((optional)) Reason they're playing the 'game': ((drug addict/dealer, murderer, ect.))
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Name: Felicia Cole Age: 24 Occupation: Journalist Physcical Description ((optional)) A morbidly thin woman with long auburn hair usually tied back in a bun. She wears a lavender blouse and black slacks with heels Reason they're playing the 'game': Anorexic/ bullimic Name: Blake Blackwell Age: 19 Occupation: ex-mental hospital patient Physcical Description: ( Posted Image) this only his outfit consists of a cutoff black t-shirt and denim pants. He wears a crucifix around his neck for reasons unknown, although he's not religious Reason they're playing the 'game': Reasons too numerous to list. The basics are he's an arsonist, murderer, and phscychopath that will do absolutely anything to attain what he wants. He spent time in a mental facility and managed to accomplish several murders while being contained within the building. ooc:// and for those of you who did the MH rp with me, you'll recognize Blake from it XP I liked his character so much I decided to re-use him Name: Travis Mason Age: 45 Occupation: hobo/bum Physcical Description: has beergut, 8-oclock shadow and bloodshot eyes. His hair is brown-grey and his eyes are a watery blue. He wears dirty clothing with various rips in it Reason they're playing the 'game': alchohol abuser, and killed a man once
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Name: Jack "The Man" Robinson Age: 25 Occupation: Pimp Physcical Description: ( Posted Image) He has a tattoo of his nickname "THE MAN" across his back and a tattoo of a cross with the words "Only God Can Judge Me" around it on his right forearm. Reason they're playing the 'game': Pimp Name: Alicia "Angel" Johansson Age: 22 Occupation: Stripper Physcical Description: ( Posted Image) Reason they're playing the 'game': Drug addict
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"Come along, Mister Blackwell." the nurse known as Erin led Blake down a long cooridor, walking behind him with her taser pressed to his back. His hands had been manacled, and he wore leg-irons. He had managed to fake his way through several months at the hospital, feigning getting better but in all actuality had become much worse. Erin turned Blake over to two marshalls who stood waiting for him with a maximum-security steel-plated van open and ready to recieve him. And that was the last thing Blake remembered before for some unknown reason his body lost conciousness.
She had sat perched on the window-ledge, watching the world rotate and her with it. She had spent the past two hours in the gym, working off the pounds she was so terrified of gaining from the slice of bread that had consisted of her dinner. She had decided not to vomit it up, as she usually would have, and had run until her weak ankles gave out and she was forced to stop. She had showered and changed into a nightdress that hung off her thin, bony, body, and now sat with her hair glistening wet, and closed her eyes. She had re-opened them when something had knocked at her window and glass had shattered. She awoke, her head aching and the dull feeling of hunger in her gut to find herself in some odd location with others sprawled unconcious across the floor. She was the only one awake, and gave a soft moan because her throat refused to work.
The man had spent the night like any other, sprwling across a park bench with only a flask of whiskey for company, when he had been aware of some hidden form watching him. Shrugging it off as an after-effect of the vodka he had drained, he had made the fatal mistake of ignoring his instinct and now found himself passed out on the floor with all the others.
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