The Roleplay!! (Commence Warriorism... after reading prologue inside)

Here's the prologue! Remember to read the rules and make a bio before posting!

In the year 3012, a few boys and girls between the ages of 12 and 19 were chosen for the monthly War Arena, in which they were tested to see who could survive... and who would not.

These children, after opening ceremonies, were sent into the arena. Each of them wear a stealthsuit that is tight-fitting and adaptable to their environments. They were not fitted with weapons; those, they must find in their environment. They now stand in wait for the ringing of the bell. This will begin the War Arena; and the bloodbath...

In order to get past this arena, they must slaughter everybody else in the arena. Last child standing is the winner of eternal glory and will never have to suffer of hunger ever again.

(saving all my juice for the RP, lol)

((I know what you mean... well... here goes...))

Breathing. In, out. In, out. In, out. Out, in... Backwards, Tara.

Muscles. She slightly twitched her legs. Arms. Stomach. Back. Throat. Excellent.

She opened her eyes; her senses were keen. It was as if she were on the hunt.

This was going to be good.

Tara Tough was one of the many teenagers waiting for the ringing noise that would signal the end of their lives as they new it. And Tara couldn't have been any happier if she tried. She had this keen ability to fight well, anyway, to read people's moves and respond to them, so she felt she would do okay. Besides, when it came to fights against multiple people, it was no problem for her to kick a bit of ass.

After all, she always did fight her neighbors.

She shook her head lightly, impatient for that damn bell. The sooner she could bust someone's nose, the better. She smiled.

This was definitely going to be good.

Not far from Tara Tough sat a boy, on the ground, feeling the sunshine on his back. He had his eyes closed and his body in a posture that could only be described as relaxed. He breathed in the fresh air and listened to the birds. Oh, what a wonderful day it was. He sighed out the breath he took in and felt the grass beneath his hands, settled on either side of his body. He was completely relaxed.

This, he knew, would be the last day of relaxation he would have for many a day, what with all the killing yet to come. He'd be on edge and stiff, constantly tense and aware. He needed his last moments of total peace before his world was ripped from underneath him.

All he had to do was listen for a bell to sound and get away as soon as possible. That was all he had to do.

He opened his eyes. He was ready for reality now.

((Good job, Tough! Keep it up!))

Kagayaki Tsuki was nervous as she stood amongst grass and forestland, much like that of her home, yet so unlike it all the same. And it was unusual, standing in a new forest. It was like being in a house modeled after your own. All the architecture was the same, but the furniture was different. It wasn't your house.

Well this wasn't Kagayaki's turf, and what was worse, it wasn't anybody else's, either. So the forest wouldn't remind her of a haven any longer, especially once these wars were over.

She gulped. She had a feeling she wouldn't live to see her own forest again. Tears sprang to her eyes and she struggled not to cry, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't calm herself down. It just wouldn't be alright. And she knew it.

And what made it much worse was the anticipation of that GODDAMNED BELL that wouldn't ring soon enough. The sooner she was killed, the sooner it would be over. The sooner she could get home to her sisters and brothers, her mom...

She sniffled and looked up at the trees. She would find solace in them, but not for long. And the sunshine was no help either. The butterflies flitting past were only memories of days gone by, days of innocence about to be lost to the bloodshed ahead of her. What she would give to stand on the edge of her memories and dive into them like a pool of strawberry lemonade? What she wouldn't do for another chance, a new life, a way out...

The bell rang, and Kagayaki's eyes shot open. She was staring at the sky.

Oh, how she wished she could fly away...

((Gotta go soon. Night!))

The bell rang, and in an instant, he was up in the air, climbing up a tree and looking around in the canopy for any other people. Then, he looked around for anything shiny; anything sharp and metal, since he heard the most popular place weapons were hidden in the arena were the treetops. However, considering the fact that the daggers he was looking for were about 8 inches long and hidden in a sheath, the likelihood of him actually finding one before he got found was a number along the lines of 3 to the power of 30293423... and the numbers were neverending. Looking at the ground, he could hear the sounds of footsteps pounding, and clung close to the tree. As much as he hated the tightness of the stealthsuits, he found them quite useful for hiding in places and not underestimating jumps due to wind resistance on baggy clothing. However, he hadn't the slightest idea how he'd keep warm.