Sakila

(So ok, I may be the only one having a problem with this. There will be five teams of four players, right? If two of those players are NPCs, two are IRL players. Right so far, huh? Alright, so next, there is one group if 3 NPCs. Which would mean it contains...one IRL player. This is where I get confused. Since there are five teams and one if them contains a 3:1 ratio then the other four must have a 2:2 ratio, yes? But there are 8 IRL players.. So the last team with the three NPCs must fall short a player. But they can't, since there are a total of 20 players. 8 players and 12 NPCs. Ughhhh... Math. Anyhow, I personally feel like there shouldn't be so many NPCs. If we just had like, two or four, it would even out nicely. I don't really see the need for 12 NPCs. It would be so confusing......)

(^I've heard that you actually did kind of help her with the concept as well. Plus, KKLT's in because of her MVRP title from the last round. I'd say she's the best person to take on the role of mod--can we vote on it or something? Personally, DCW IRL has been one of my more favorite ones so far. I'd like to keep going. KKLT's character is also one of the most mysterious. It seems feasible that she's secretly the mastermind behind this, right?)

Sakila looked around the room. It really couldn't get any whiter and the fluorescent lighting was starting to get to her eyes. She clenched her fists, which were hidden beneath the long sleeves of her shirt and crossed her arms in an effort to garner warmth. Walking up to the doors, she picked the first one simply because she didn't know what else to do. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a chocolate bar. She broke off a part of it and tossed it into the middle of the first room as a marker. And silently carried on. (EDITED. Since no one wants to contact mehhhh )

(Character bio here: xDD I find it funny that my character for this one seems the foil for the one for IRL 5.) Sakila blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. What was going on? No one was talking. Everyone seemed to be too jarred to say anything. But the voice had told them to speak. They should listen to the voice, right? "Ishkiaffeen," she mumbled. She heard someone say, "Huh?" and turned to blink at them. She repeated it, a little more clearly: "Sakila. Fifteen." Then she sat down on the floor and fiddled with her hands, not looking up as everyone else made introductions.

(^I would agree. Let the teeth-gnashing ensue. Now would someone please move my unconscious body on the floor to a more proper location? Appreciate it.)

Sakila sobbed as Misaki held her tightly. She felt a little guilty for ruining Misaki's shirt with her salty tears. The room was silent--everyone was either too shocked to move or in deep thought. Sakila's sobs and Misaki's soft shushing echoed throughout the room. But then, something changed. There was a shift in the air and everyone became alert. The sobs sounded strange. In fact, they started to sound like...laughter? Sakila was laughing. Misaki was surprised and slowly let her go. "Sakila...? Sakila, what's wrong?" The laughter didn't cease. In fact, the girl was doubling over in amusement. She rose from the floor slowly, now chuckling softly. "Ju~st kidding~" She grinned psychotically before her eyes rolled towards the top of her head and she passed out.

She'd satisfied her goal. Now, people didn't think she was the guilty one, or at least not too many of them did. "What are you talking about?" Her eyes were tearier than ever, her voice watery. The Asian man and the other boy had given her first aid, but her wounds still hurt like hell. And now the Asian man had threatened her. He was so mean. Just so mean. Who did he think he was? Does he think of himself as an authority figure or something? Just because you're older than everyone else doesn't mean you can scare me into being controlled! I don't have to sit through this! "M-M-Misaki!!! Sakila ran over to the girl, her arms covered in bandages, her cheek cut badly. "Misaki! He said he'd kill me!! Stop it, please!" Sakila cowered behind the tall girl, shouting. Tears streamed down her face and she started to break out in sobs. "STOP IT!! Just stop!!" She yelled at the man in desperation. "Ever since the plane landed here, you've been harassing and threatening me!! You're scaring me! I can't stand this anymore!" She sunk to the floor helplessly. "He keeps saying he'll kill me. He won't leave me alone. What did I ever do to him? He keeps saying things like he can kill me 1,917 times and something about a plan. Please, just leave me alone!" The room was silent. The only thing that could be heard was her pathetic sobbing.

(Real quick, people, um, no one but Misaki can see Feya. She's an imaginary friend, alrighty?) Sakila was chatting a bit more amiably with Misaki. The taller girl seemed to have this aura of happiness around her which relaxed her companions easily. It was even more effective on Sakila who was a happy person by nature. "You're right Feya! You're so observant!" Sakila stopped in her tracks. Who? Feya? Who was that? They'd been talking about how they'd gotten their invitations when suddenly Misaki acknowledged someone who wasn't there. "Come on, it seems the game show is that way." Misaki started running towards a sign and Sakila had no other choice but to follow. Once she caught up to the other girl, Sakila asked, "Who's Feya?" Misaki blinked but then answered, "Feya is my friend! She's right here" Misaki gave a big grin and pointed to the air in front of her. Sakila stared at the unoccupied spot, not really surprised to see there was nothing there. Noting her confusion, Misaki added, "You probably can't see her. Feya is special, so special that not even my parents can see her. But she's still there! Say hi, Feya!" Sakila's mother had told her about these kinds of people. They were crazy. Her mother used the term "insane" but Sakila had always preferred calling them plain out crazy though. The word just made sense. Sakila wondered what it felt like to be crazy. But Misaki seemed like a good person and Sakila didn't want to lose their newly formed friendship. "Hi," she replied to the thin air. The two walked into a room containing all the contestants and Sakila gave the group a once-over. Her eyes immediately locked on to the figure of the evil man. Great. Just great. Sakila had to spend more time cowering in fear. What should she do? What COULD she do? The answer loomed above her head like clouds. Of course, she'd have to kill him. This final encounter was the last straw. "...even though Feya has been with me since I was nine! I mean, I think blue's her best color, but she should experiment, right?" Sakila nodded, not really listening. She wasn't able to focus on any of the other invitees too much. She was already in the midst of a deep plot to kill the bad man. "See Feya, she agrees! Huh?... Sakila, Feya asks if there's something wrong. Are you okay?" Blinking, Sakila turned back to Misaki. "Oh, um, no, let's take a seat." With that, Misaki began talking animatedly again as the two took their seats. Over the short span of time, the evil man got up and talked to two people, first a pretty blonde in the corner and then to a very pretty boy. Since the cute boy was closer than the blonde, Sakila was able to hear just a snippet of their conversation. "...see that girl over there?" He was motioning towards her. "You remember that airport incident? She's the girl that made the boy bleed." Oh, nononono, Sakila couldn't have that! The man would gain more friends than Sakila and then she wouldn't be able to kill him! "Hey, Misaki," Sakila said in an overly-loud voice--loud enough for everyone to hear, but not loud enough so that it would seem suspicious. "Did you hear about that incident at the airport? A girl beat up this poor little boy! It was so horrible~! I was in the teen section at the time, so I saw the whole thing!" Misaki looked a little dumbfounded at the change in conversation, but continued anyway. "Really? Wow, you know, I actually thought YOU were the one who did that! I saw the girl too, and she looked just like you!" Sakila looked shocked and jumped up from her seat. "What?! Me?! I... I would never ever do that! That's terrible! As soon as I saw that scene, I thought 'Why would she do that?'" Sakila began to step backwards, farther away from Misaki. She knew what had to be done. And it would hurt a lot. But it had to be done. It had to. She walked farther and farther. Quoting the Asian man, she said "It's not nice to hurt children. That poor kid could've died! People like her... I hate. I really hate!" And with that, Sakila turned around with a flourish--only to trip over the glass table she knew had been there. She made a surprised yelp and tripped, falling straight into the glass top. Thousands of shards erupted as Sakila fell to the ground, covered in brand new wounds. Her mother had always told her that sacrifice was necessary for satisfaction.

He had gone into the same building as she had been planning to. Sakila waited outside the TV Studio. Who knows, she thought, maybe he went in for something else. Should she enter? She had come all this way. Sakila was steeling her nerves when she heard someone say "Feya~ Should I introduce myself to her?" Sakila looked up. A girl.... No one was outside the building save for them. Was she talking to me? It distracted her from her thoughts of the evil man, so Sakila decided she should engage in the upcoming conversation. "Nice to meet you! I'm Misaki!" "Hi," said Sakila, trying to match her cheery tone. Usually, it wouldn't have been a problem, but she was still in defense mode. "I'm Sakila! Are you one of the invitees of the game show?" She was a pretty girl, a few grand inches taller than Sakila, but seemed more like a child than anything. Misaki acknowledged that, yes, she was an invitee, and Sakila felt more relaxed for some reason. The two began walking up towards the double doors of the building, Misaki constantly smiling, and Sakila trying to.

She was gone. She was out of the airport, far away. She never had to face any of that ever again. Sakila was usually never alone. This was her first time. She always had her roommate with her. And before her roommate, it was her mother. Both were very special to Sakila. And usually, she loved both of them very much. Except sometimes. Those sometimes were when her roommate took her to the doctors and they stuck all sorts of terrible, terrible needles into her arms. She doubted her roommate knew the reason why. Heck, Sakila herself didn't know the reason why they did that. Her mother had once explained that it kept her "good" but Sakila didn't like it. The doctors were mean. In fact, sometimes, they seemed to want to kill her. So many people wanted to kill her. And Sakila was all alone. So, so alone. What else could a poor girl like herself do besides defend herself from the killer doctors? I bet that Asian man is a doctor, she suddenly thought. It kinda made sense. That's why he was out to get her. I'll kill him. Simple. She'd just kill him before he killed her. She'd done that once: killed one of the doctors. But he'd deserved to die. He'd always called her honey, and asked her to call him Daddy. But she would have none of that. Her mother had told her that her father had died a long, long time ago. But when the doctor had started to insult her mother, she'd had enough. He said he should've never had left Sakila with that lunatic. And that was when Sakila had reached over for the surgical knife on the table and... Well, let's just say that that particular story hadn't ended well. Sakila smiled slightly at the memory and turned to look out at the scenery out the window. But her grin vanished as soon as it had appeared. She immediately saw him. Her hands unconsciously fluttered to her throat and her eyes grew wide. That man. Again. She inhaled shakily. Walking up to her, he mouthed, "Hey. You aren't getting away that easily." He was grinning. He had the nerve to grin as she cowered in fear. Then he put his hat back on, and walked back to his seat as if nothing happened. Sakila gripped the metal pole tighter, feeling the cold seep into her palms. She heard a passenger complain about the heat but all she felt was a numbing coldness. She looked at him, mentally egging him to forget and leave. Get off at the next stop. Get off at the next stop. Please, get off at the next stop. She shut her eyes and wished him away, but he was still there: a threat to her safety. They passed so many stops, but he didn't even budge. Come on, don't you have somewhere else to be? Unless... It couldn't be! Oh, nonononono! He's one of the invitees as well? This is going to be the end of me! (Copy/paste~) (Also, apparently, there are daddy issues as well~)

Fear. That was the first thing that popped into her head. It was the man from before. The man from the gate, from the airplane. She'd never noticed it before, but he scared her. He'll kill me, she thought immediately. Her grin disappeared and a petrified expression replaced it. She felt her right arm tickle as a drop of blood made it's way from her elbow to her wrist. But she was too scared to move, too scared to wipe it away. "Hey, you're Sakila, right? She tried to respond, but he answered his own question a second later. "No, you're not Sakila, are you? Who exactly are you, huh?" Her blood was chilled and even the Australian summer heat wasn't enough to warm her suddenly cold body. How? How could he have known? How could he have know that she wasn't who she claimed to be? Nonononono, he couldn't have known. He was just messing with her. He was trying to scare her. Well, she'd make sure he wouldn't succeed anymore. Sakila clenched her fists, ready to counter. But he continued, not seeming to notice her change in temperament. "I suppose I don't have any reason to ask why you'd be using a fake name. More importantly, why did you do that? You know it's not nice to hurt children. You might've killed him." What was he trying to say? Sakila was confused. She was just punishing a bad child. A very, very bad child. Why, if Sakila had said something like that to HER mommy, she wouldn't have been alive right now. She was about to explain to the strange man when he suddenly came forward and grabbed her neck. Her pupils dilated, her body went numb. He was going to kill her. He was going to kill her right then and there. She wouldn't be able to escape. She was going to die. Sakila was going to die. His eyes were boring holes into her. "People like you...I hate. I really hate." Then he let her go and left. Just like that. Sakila shakily brought her hands up to her neck, still feeling death hanging over her. But she was alive. She realized that she was covered in blood and slowly made her way to a nearby restroom. She'd left her luggage and purse in the bookstore. Thank goodness she'd stuck the invitation letter in her pocket during the plane ride. She knew where to go: 14 Herbert Street Artarmon, NSW 2064 AUSTRALIA But she couldn't go there with bloody clothes. Not only did it look shocking, it wasn't cute in the least! Forgetting all about the scary Asian man, Sakila grabbed a suitcase near the restroom and dragged it with her inside. Finding the cutest ensemble she could, Sakila changed and threw her bloody outfit into the trash. She left the suitcase wide open on the bathroom floor. Pulling the hood of her new sweater over her head, Sakila skimpered past a group of security guards rushing to find a bloody girl in pink and black. She was grateful for her new blue and green outfit. Exiting the airport at breakneck speed, Sakila caught a bus and made her way to the TV studio, putting the episode at the airport behind her. (I apologize for my extremely long posts ^^" As for the address, we need to have somewhere to go--so I googled an Australian TV Studio~ Hope it's alright for everyone?)

"It was just sosososososoooooo nice to meet you, Kamila!!!! We have to talk again, rightrightright???" Sakila skipped around the girl, her face as bright as the second she'd seen the invitation. Kamila seemed a bit--scratch that, VERY uncomfortable. But that was okay! Because they were finally in Australia! And Sakila wouldn't to allow anyone around her to be upset as long as she was in Australia. "Well, I guess this is where we say our goodbyes," said Sakila as they exited the gate. Kamila looked more relieved than anything. Sakila pouted and looked at her one more time. "Ooooohhhh...." Sakila suddenly glomped her, leading Kamila to let out a small shout. "I'm gonna miss youuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!" A few heads turned to stare at them, one of them belonging a tall Asian man who seemed annoyed and uninterested. He gave her a look before turning his attention to something else. I think he was on the same flight as us....Sakila raised an eyebrow but paid it no attention. The two parted and Sakila walked around the airport for a bit before finding an appealing bookstore. She immediately entered it, dragging her three cases and heavy purse with her. She walked around the small store, looking at the various shelves before stopping at the teen section. Sakila had always loved books. When she was little, her mother would always take her to the library or neighborhood bookstore. And after her death, Sakila had found solace in literature. She inspected the shelf in private. The teen section was obscured from most of the other parts of the bookstore and Sakila found she preferred it that way. Mother... I miss you. "Mommy, now!!!" "Just a second, honey, let Mommy finish this and then we'll go, ok?" "No! I wanna go now!!" "Honey..." Sakila couldn't help but overhear the conversation. She turned a corner and found herself in view of the checkout register in the front, though it was still quite far away. She was now standing in he periodical section. In front of the far shelf was a young woman and a boy no older than four. "Mommy, stop it!!" "Okay, honey, let me just pay for this." "No! No! No! I wanna go now!!!" The boy clung to his mother's leg, obviously upset. She bent down and pried him off. "Stay here," she instructed. "I'll be right back." What a spoiled child, thought Sakila, pouting her lips just so. How dare he speak that way? He should be punished! Sakila's mother had done that. She'd punished her whenever she did something bad. But that was okay, because later, they'd always go to the bookstore together. The scars on her back didn't even hurt anymore. Not after all the years since her mother had died. Sakila loved her mother very, very much. "Mommy, you're so mean," the child screamed as his mother made her way to the cash register. "I don't like you! I don't like you at all! I HATE YOU MOMMY!!!" I HATE YOU MOMMY!!! Sakila dropped her things to the ground. I HATE YOU MOMMY!!! She picked up the heaviest book she could find on the shelf nearest her. ...HATE YOU, MOMMY!!! She dragged her feet towards the little boy, her vision going red, her hands shaking. How dare he? HOW DARE HE?! "I HATE YOU SO MU--who are you?!" The child looked up at Sakila, his face still twisted in a scowl. Sakila raised the book... And swung. The impact was great and the boy yelped and hit the floor. It felt good, Sakila realized. The bastard deserved it anyway! How dare the spoiled idiot say that to his mother?! How dare he?! Sakila heard shouting coming from behind her, but she couldn't care less. She kicked the helpless child in the face with the heel of her boot, causing a deep line of red to appear. Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms grab her from behind as the mother and cashier knelt by the unmoving boy's side. "Get her out of here!!" The mother screamed and Sakila allowed herself to be dragged. Her right boot left a trail of blood on the wood floor of the bookstore. She grinned at it triumphantly. Only once they were in the lobby did Sakila turn around to see who it was that held her. (Yeesh! That was tough! The beginning was crappy, I know. So yeah, my character is a deranged lunatic who has mommy issues. Who wants to be the one who pulled me out of the bookstore?)

Dear anon, OMGICANNOTBELIEVEIJUSTDIDTHAT. Lx mxe, I am so scared. Go easy on meh. Crud, I'll be reprimanded for sure! --the coward

(Pfft, Chii-chan has like, THE most epicsauce name ever. Ash Vercia. That's what I'm naming my daughter. Respect.)

"Uh… Hello there…?" It was a young girl--by her facial features, she couldn't have been older than 12. Is she all alone on this flight? Sakila pouted slightly at the thought... The girl was just, she was just... SO CUUUUTE!!!!! Sakila just wanted to cuddle her and cuddle her forever!! Sakila spent the rest of the trip somewhat harassing the poor girl whose name she found out to be Kamila. Before they knew it, they'd landed in Australia (Mabel's sitting next to meh!! Ignore my nonsense sorry for annoying you throughout the flight, Mabel-chan~ And your chara name is beautiful~)

Australia, Australia.... So exotic!, thought Sakila as she boarded the plane. The stupid lame airport didn't let her take more than two carry-ons with her on the plane, but she'd, ah, persuaded the steward to let her take all her luggage with her. She giggled as she remembered her excessive pouting and puppy-dog eyes. Point 1 for Sakila, 0 for airport security! She hated flying, but the thought of Australia wouldn't leave her. The flight was long, but she found herself giddy. "Hi!" she said to the person sitting next to her. "My name's Sakila!! Nice to meet you!!" She flashed them her trademark smile. (Who wants to sit next to me on the plane?! Ah, and I'm traveling from the U.S.)

(Hello all~~ Below is a copy of my bio for the rest of the players to see~~) Padding around in her black-and-pink polka-dotted jammies, the girl looked out the various windows in the apartment she shared with her roommate. Every window she looked out of, she saw snow, snow, and more snow. She heard her roommate in the kitchen and decided to join her. Walking past the front door, the girl saw an odd letter on the floor. She picked it up an ripped it open. "Are you BORED? Are you willing to join us in the BEST & the MOST EXCITING game show? Well you got LUCKY!!! You're one of our FEW and RARE Lucky Ones! Don't miss your chance and be a part of this ONCE-IN-A-LIFETIME opportunity!" Interesting.... "Rooooomiee~~~!!!!" the girl skipped into the kitchen giddily. "Guess what! I'm going on a trip! I'm so so soooo happy! Aren't you happy for me?" Her roommate was a bit shocked at the declaration but asked when. The girl checked the time on the ticket. "OMG! Like now! The plane leaves in seven hours! I better start packing, rightrightright?!" Giving her dumbfounded roommate a biiiiig hug, the girl ran up the stairs and packed all of her cutest dresses. She pulled on a light pink shirt and a lacy cardigan. She peeked out the window again and, seeing the snow, almost changed her mind. But no, she had to be determined. She put on a short, pleated black skirt and black boots. She knew how cold it was outside, but she had to look CUTE! And her skirt matched so perfectly with the rest of the outfit! Trying not to mind the absolute territory that were her knees, the girl picked up her three matching pink suitcases and stepped outside in her black coat. She hailed a cab and made her way to the airport. Tucking her envelope into the outside compartment of her black purse, the girl peeked at the name one more time. Sakila.... Well, it wasn't the first time she had stolen her roommate's identity. While the real Sakila was lounging around at home, she'd have some fun. "Sakila" rubbed her freezing knees and asked the taxi-driver to blast the heat a bit more. "Of course...Miss...?" "Miss... Sakila. Yes, my name's Sakila." The girl smirked. (Whew~~ There we go, first post!! Alright, I know some things seem a bit confusing. The girl in the story is my character. She is roommates with someone named Sakila. Sakila--the REAL Sakila is unimportant in this story, people. The fake Sakila stole the real Sakila's invitation and is pretending to be her. For the sake of simplicity, MY PLAYER'S NAME FROM NOW ON IS GOING TO BE...SAKILA. Got it? Good!)

Hiya, MeitanteiSnow~ Welcome to DCW This thread is basically all about you, so why not tell us a bit more about yourself? To change your profile picture, by the way, click "Edit my Profile" on your page. To change your profile picture, or the one on your member page, click the option "Change Photo". And if you wanna change your avatar, or the picture you use on the forums, go to "Change Avatar" right below it. Pretty simple, ne? Again, welcome to DCW! Remember to post around, make friends, and have fun! ~Sakila

Ok, er, we already had a game like this once. You had to guess the character in the pic above you and earn a rep. The game was locked because--well, you said it yourself. It ruins the point of reps. If I may quote

This.

Well shoulda seen that one coming

IMperfect kiss

Evil kiss~

*innocent kick*

Love all the Poe references. "The Cask of Amontillado"--how fitting, LOL and Red Death ofc Hmm...wait, I think I read somewhere that amontillado is a type of Sherry......Wonder if that's significant in any way..