Prologue :: PART I_The Bus

Prologue :: PART I_The Bus

Welcome to the official opening of BATTLE ROYAL, Modern Day Alchemist edition!!! Excited? I hope you are because it's finally beginning!!

Now you are required to post ONCE in this topic with a full introduction of your character, history in the BR World, what's in their bags, and how they're knocked out. You will be knocked out in the order of post, so if Tsune posted first, then Tsune would be the first to be effected by the gas. There are 42 students in the 'class', remember, and some of them are NPCs, so at random times I will post for them. You have until June 10 to post here with your complete post. At least 450 words are PREFERRED, but it's still the 150 official minimum. You gain ONE extra point per ONE-HUNDRED FIFTY words in a post, not including the initial 150 minimum. You can't get this extra point if you're 299 though.

Let me open it up with the setting and weather and bus-man's job and you get to putting up your OPENING SCENES!!!

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The sun was high in the sky as the time was around 11am in the morning; a large bus was heading for it's excursion to the infamous last location of Battle Royal, where two contestants had survived the entire thing instead of one; it was legendary amongst the students.

The girls and boys chattered amongst each other as the island came into view, while a few birds flew over the school bus.

Suddenly, a 'pshhhhhhhhh' sound hit the ears of the bus driver as he adjusted a gas mask on his face and gave a small smile to himself in the mirror. Now all he had to do was wait for the gas to knock out these kids in the back.

Tree. Tree. Tree. Hitchhiker- Wait, hitchhiker?

Kana's face was practically glued to the window as he watched the scenery go by, mostly bored but there was the occasional thing like a random hitchhiker that might've gotten his attention. That rather hairy bum they went past was proof of that (he had a feeling that image would be engraved into his memory, permanently).

Kana had lived all of his life up until now as an ordinary student who loved life and martial arts; he ate the same, played the same, shat the same (We don't want to know!) and all of that, but that didn't stop him from not being interested in anyone. His bestest buddy for his entire life was gay (Endavi), but he's never flirted with or been attracted to Kana as far as the boy knew and Kana would happily keep it that way; It did help that Kana loved annoying the shit out of said modern samurai...

Back at the present, a mischievous smile graced Kana's lips as he pulled up his bag in order to dig for a black marker. Lunchbox with cake, no... A few books... no... a porn maga-- Wait, what?! He going to kill his brother for this when he got home... Paper... pranking kit... Ah! Black marker! The boy grinned as he pulled out said marker to draw on his sleeping companion's face, before said 'sleeping' companion proved to be wide awake as Kana was graced with a VERY cruel glare.

"Ok, ok, I get it, sorry Davi..." Kana apologized with a smirk before he watched a girl crash out a few seats in front of him, "Huh?" Suddenly his own eyes began to get droopy and before he knew it, he crashed out on Endavi's lap, feeling said man crash along with the other students just after he finally slipped into unconsciousness...

Spencer sat quietly in his bus seat, staring blankly out the window. He hated long car rides, absolutely hated them. There was no room to move around or do anything, really. He especially hated school field trips because the bus was always so damn loud. Not having many friends himself, he didn't really see what people could talk about for hours on end in a moving vehicle. Sighing, he shook his head.

Out of boredom, Spence decided to rummage through his bag. Let's see what we have in here...headphones, not attached to anything. I must have been drunk when I packed those... Notebook..pencils...pens...erasers...lunch bag? Quietly, he opened up said lunch bag to look inside. Sandwich, potato chips, Dr. Pepper, water bottle filled with beer...that'll come in handy. Not much else in here...

About that time, Spence noticed a girl a few seats in front of him go limp, as if she just fell asleep. He thought nothing about it, really, until he saw a boy not far away slump over into another boy's lap. What the hell? His eyelids started to feel droopy, and he tried his hardest to stay awake. Shit, what's going on? He was never able to sleep on long car rides, never, so there was no way he'd just randomly go to sleep, especially when he wasn't even tired. He fought to stay awake, but eventually, he slumped in his seat, giving up to the unconsciousness.

Sittng in the back of the bus did have its own advantages. Of course, there were disadvantages too but when you compared them to the advantages it seemed a lot better to sit in the back. She would’ve preferred a seat to herself but given the number of people on this so called ‘trip’ of hers that her parents had ‘asked’ her to go on and paid for she couldn’t sit by herself.

Her parents, annoying as always, had ‘let’ her go on the trip and dropped her off rather early. As such she was pretty much the first on one and more or less went straight to the back. It wasn’t that she hated the driver or anything… well she did have this bad feeling about the driver, but she had had a bad feeling about the whole thing from the beginning, knowing her parents, but how much worse could it have gotten?

Most people had glanced at her and stared at her, but she promptly ignored them. So what if she had red eyes? That didn’t mean she was a monster or a freak, much like most of the people back home thought… It didn’t look like anyone was going to sit with her and she didn’t care either. And when someone did, she didn’t really notice them either. She had already zoned out by then.

You see, Akiyo isn’t exactly ‘normal’. Yeah, she has red eyes and looks well…doesn’t look exactly human, but that’s not it. She’s a bit of a problem child and always has been. Though you could say she’s gotten worse and worse over the years, but that might be because of her ‘family’ and ‘friends’. She had always thought there were people who’d hate her and out to get her because she was physically different than others but… from the people she’d known since she was a child? The people who knew, or at least should have known, who she really was?

But they betrayed her. Her mother could’ve cared less about what she felt or thought, all she cared about was the appearance, the outside. And one look at Akiyo, even as a child, made it clear she wasn’t normal. She might have gotten the chance to be normal, but her mother didn’t help much with it. The house was always, always filled with her mother’s voice. And what was she doing? Yelling. That’s what. All Akiyo could remember of her fleeting childhood was that her mother was constantly yelling at her, nagging at her, annoying her, badgering her with this or that. Things she didn’t even care about or knew about. But her mother assumed she cared and assumed she knew everything there was to know since she was an honor student with top grades at school. So what? Book-smart doesn’t mean you’re a genius. You just happen to have a photographic memory…

And her father? He really wasn’t much of a father. Wasn’t there for her that much. Never really asked if anything was wrong. Oh sure, he stood up for her when she was a little kid and all, protecting her from her mother’s harsh words and hands, but when she finished elementary school he slacked off big time. And her trust and love for him steadily began to decline until she didn’t care what happened to him anymore either. Things only got worse when her father started becoming a drunkard… again. He never did do anything to her, but when he got drunk her mother got mad. And when her mother got mad it was always her fault. Always. One way or another it’d be her fault.

And her siblings? They were perfect. Just one hundred percent, absolutely, positively perfect. They would do everything her mom and dad asked without question. Not a single complaint. Just a ‘Okay Mommy’ and ‘Okay Daddy’ or ‘What do you want me to do Mommy?’ or ‘Can I help with that Daddy?’. She was sick of it. Sometimes she didn’t know if they did it on purpose to make life hell for her even more since she was the only girl and the oldest. You’d think her siblings would at least understand and help her just a little bit, but no. They only made things worse. And to top it all off… they were normal looking. NORMAL! Why did she have to be so different from everyone in her family?! How was it even possible she was the only one who didn’t look human?! Her brothers had always made fun of her and believed she might have just been adopted but the only problem was that there were plenty of videos to prove that theory wrong.

Last but not least her friends… The people she’d went to school with and hung out with since they were in elementary school. She had always, always thought she could at least rely on them. All the way up until their last year of high school she had believed they were her friends, best friends even. But in their last year they had actually chosen to agree with everyone else that she was a freak of nature and acted like they had never, ever knew her in their whole life. She would have been fine if that was it, but no… they had to go about revealing some of the secrets she had told them, confined to them. And they had to have the nerve to ask her for help on this or that when they couldn’t solve it only to get mad at her later because she refused. Oh, and don’t forget the fact that they framed her for killing one of the neighbors just because they thought it’d be a nice laugh. Too bad the police thought they were for real and actually arrested her and charged her and everything. You’d think the government would at least find out the truth but… honestly… no.

Okay, okay, so her life is full of a lot of negatives. She hates virtually everyone, she doesn’t trust anyone, and she’s almost, almost suicidal. Then why the hell is she on this trip and not doing something she wants to do? Simple. Her parents promised her, signed papers actually, that if she went for the whole thing they’d give her the family fortune (which is quite a lot to say actually considering she’s from a pretty wealthy family).

Yes, the Ketsueki family is quite wealthy. And Akiyo’s really a rather lazy person per se, so if she could get the fortune and not have to do anything and just live life like she wants until she dies, she’d go for it. What did she have to lose anyway? A few weeks (or was it months? She hadn’t really paid attention to the details…) of her life wasted on some trip she’d hate and use to fuel the ever growing fire of her hatred towards her family. Big deal. Not like she had anything better to do anyway.

Speaking of which, what WERE they going to do?! It felt like hours and hours and hours since they’d left that morning (or was it last night?). Blinking, Akiyo’s blank gaze outside finally registered the passing scenery. Licking her lips, she realized she was actually thirsty and a little hungry. When was the last time she had ate anyway? Who knows. It wasn’t like her to keep track of time or dates anyway.

Pulling up the book bag lying on the bus floor she unzipped the larger pocket and began to rummage through what was in there. A few blank notebooks (for possible story ideas she’d probably get on this boring as can be trip), some blank paper (for doodles on this oh so boring trip), the Night World Series (to pass the time by even if she had already finished half them before she even got to the bus), and… no food in that particular pocket. Zipping it back up she went on to the next pocket. An extra set of clothes (aka tank top and shorts), a light sweater (why had she brought that anyway? It was pretty hot right now.), a flashlight…

Akiyo paused momentarily. ’A flashlight? … … … Ohhh yeah that’s right. I was camping before this. Must’ve forgotten to take it out.’ Mentally shrugging she continued sifting through the pocket. The only other thing she could find was a half dead iPod with headphones.

Yawning a little, Akiyo went onto the final big pocket. ’FINALLY! FOOD!’ Junk food to be exact. As she started to pull them out she noticed one of the side pockets was left unzipped. ’… Damn it. Nothing had better fallen out,’ she thought with annoyance. Shuffling the stash of chocolate, chips, other sweets and junk food, as well as a few cans of sprite, and a bottle of sweet iced tea back into her pack, she went to the investigate the side pocket.

It seemed nothing had fallen out at all. Still, she double-checked. Nope, nothing gone at all. All three point seven lead pencils still there along with some assorted pens of all colors (mostly red, black, dark green, and a dark blue) as well as a few extra packs of lead and various colored pencils (each about four to five inches or so long and nicely sharpened) along with a small stash of lollipops.

Akiyo briefly glanced back outside the window and mentally sighed. ’How long have we been on here?’ thought Akiyo, nearly whining inside. Looking down at her digital waterproof watch she mentally sighed in annoyance. It was only eleven am. Eleven! Weren’t they there yet??? Her parents had said it wouldn’t be a long ride… just a few minutes… Yeah right.

Oh well, not like it mattered. All she had to do was waste her time here and she’d get the fortune easily enough. Seriously, what were they thinking? Did they think she was going to go insane and leave or something? Wasn’t the place an island or something? How could she leave! And she didn’t have any money either… well twenty bucks but that wasn’t much.

Yawning again, Akiyo returned to her stash of junk food only to find herself yawning again. ’Okay I know I’m an insomniac and all, but I actually got some sleep last night and I zoned out too. I should be okay. What’s wrong with me?’ Shrugging it off she unzipped the pocket again and was just about to take out a bar of chocolate when something dawned on her.

Shifting slightly and pulling on her light black jacket, she began to recount about everything that had happened a few days ago? Hours? Ehh not like she knew. ’… Wait a minute. There’s got to be more to this place if those idiots are staking the family fortune on this… This can’t be some nor… … … …’

But she was already beginning to lose consciousness. ’... ... I... ... do... n’t… get… … wha… … … … … … …’ thought Akiyo as she struggled to stay awake and figure out what was really going on.

Maybe sitting in the back of the bus wasn’t that great of an idea to begin with, or agreeing at all. She should've known better. But her efforts were in vain. Her eyes slowly closed shut and she soon blacked out with her stomach softly growling in hunger… ’Hungry…’


[OOC: Don't ask why its so long... I get carried away with posts sometimes.]

(( xD I am manipulating my other charries too... I just didn't feel like switching accounts))

Jay Furor
Jay sat boredly on the bus, staring into space. Then, Jason came and sat down next to her. The two were best friends basically. They highfived and grinned stupidly at each other. "So what's happening, Jason? Anything cool that I should have been informed about. Tehe." She was wearing her oh so awesome black tube top and skirt combo. Even if the school didn't allow tube tops, she was the exception. Mainly because she threatened the principal... They called the security guard but she never got a single detention for her clothes ever again! She shoved her bookbag down so Jason could have a bit more room to sit. She knew exactly what she had packed. She had packed a couple changes of clothes, some paper and a pen, and her anatomy textbook. She admitted to it. She was an anatomy weirdo. She knew PLENTY about it. And plenty meant a lot. Oh yeah, and she had her necklace! The little diamond one she had gotten that time... She enjoyed cutting windows with it. Hehe. As she thought to herself, she felt kind of weird... Sleepy... Oh crack, was that gas? Oh boy... Just perfect, they... were... yaaaaawn... Gassing them...

Jason Reavis
Jason went to sit next to Jay first thing. As usual, when stepping onto the bus, he tripped over someone's bookbag, landed flat on his face, and stood up grinning like an idiot. He went over to Jay and high fived her. "What's up, Jayjay?" He grinned at her question. "Well, there was... Nothing! Hahahahaha!" He grinned and doubled over laughing. Jay grinned too and playfully punched his shoulder- playfully meaning hard enough to knock him off his seat. Then he pushed her playfully, into the window. He grinned and adjusted the collar of his new leather jacket. He'd saved up money for years to buy the thing and as poor as he was, that's a LOT of work... He's so poor that he goes around telling people that his cardboard box got Repoed! But he loved his jacket which went nicely with his white T-shirt and black pants, finished with his skull buckled belt. In his pack he had... Well, nothing... Not even the pack. In fact, he had brought absolutely NOTHING besides himself and the clothes on his back... and his pants. Don't forget zee pants... As he chattered mindlessly to Jay, he felt himself slump into a trancy, sleepy mode. As an insomniac he had a good advantage. He managed to look towards the front of the bus, notice the gas being pumped in, and then look at a sleeping Jay before he too fell asleep, landing on the floor again, with a loud thump.

Listora Kean Vraczun
Kean was jumping up and down in his seat. He was sitting behind Kana and randomly spouting whatever he felt like talking about. Let's face it. The little punk got bored a lot. At fifteen, he was the youngest on the bus, younger than even the other 15 year olds. Today was his birthday, actually. Which was why he had packed a huge cake with his stuff. Said, 'stuff' including a lot of junk to keep him bored. Those little video game things with only one game for it. You know, those little cheap games you can find at the store for like a dollar. He had twelve of those with him. He also had plenty of snacks, 4 changes of clothes, and his gameboy with a bunch of games for it. With so much to do, how was he so bored? Oh yeah, he didn't like bus rides. Nope, nope, not bus rides! They made him hyper and then bored. He was wearing his trench coat and casual clothes, his favorite and most comfortable clothing choice. "I can't wait until we stop... Yaaaaaaaawn... I'm getting. Kinda sleepy..." he saw some poor kid drop out of his chair and snickered about it quietly as he drifted into a dream...

((I'm lettign Tala interact with my other character only cus it's my character.... yeah.))

Tala-layla had the outside seat. She sat there next to Kayleigh, arms folded across her chest. As opposed to her normal clothes, she was wearing red jeans the same shade as her normal pants and just a long-sleeved black shirt. She was tapping her black booted foot on the ground, looking around with her bright blue eyes boredly. Reaching up with a hand partially covered bya red fingerless glove, she tucked a strand of her uneven hair behind one ear.

This bus trip was taking forever. Muttering quietly, she picked up her bag and dug through it, shoving aside all sorts of things before finding a book. It was thick, perfect for reading. She looked at the book, but the words swam before her eyes.

Blinking rapidly, Tala reached up to see if her eyeliner was smudged. With widening eyes, she saw other students slump in their seats. Looking around madly, she suddenly felt herself grow dizzy.

With an audible grown, Tala slumped in her seat, book falling to the ground with a dull thud of sound.

Kayleigh was plain old excited about this. She loved field trips and buses and everything! She’d give everyone on the bus a hug if she weren’t afraid of being smacked. A wide smile was plastered on her face.

Kayleigh was strange to look at. Her hair was dyed black, but the blond was growing out, her bangs pretty much blond tipped with black and strawberry blond shot through the hair on top of her head. Her hair hung loose around her face, wavy and slightly shaggy, just past her shoulders. Kayleigh’s eyes were normally a strange grey-ish color, but occasionally seemed anywhere from blue to purple. Kayleigh was also very, very pale, thanks to her mostly Russian family, though her small Mongolian heritage made her eyes kinda angular and squinty.

Today she was wearing her most favorite color. Black. Black skinny jeans that kinda smushed her legs and were tucked into black high top converse that had blue and orange and green paint splatters. She was wearing a long sleeved shirt striped in various grey shades, a black aero shirt layered over it, air brush and rhinestone wings printed on the back of said shirt. A black hoodie was tied around her waist.

Smiling wider still, she flipped her mp3 to a slipknot song, humming along to Dead Memories. The i-pod was pink, thanks to her grandmother.

The thought of her grandma made Kayleigh frown. She didn’t really like her grandmother. Said grandma was always trying to get Kayleigh to be ‘normal’. To stop dressing all in black, stop dying her hair. Make her wear pink and go to ballet camp with her cousins, rather than going to sleep away camp with kayaking and rifle shooting and swimming and horseback riding and archery.

Muttering darkly, Kayleigh glanced over at Tala, whom she was sharing a seat with. Her eyes widened as Tala slumped over, dropping the novel Kayleigh had leant her. Opening her mouth too say something, the world spun before the confused metal head girl and she slumped over in her seat.

Oh come on! Liam was sitting next to the window on a bus driving on one of the most beautiful he had seen in weeks, "I knew I should have skipped school today, she's probably at the beach right now with Ted", Liam shivered "freaking foreign exchange student Ted". It was supposed to rain today, of course the newscaster had to be wrong. "Oh well" Liam thought, "at least I still have the hunting trip with my dad to look forward to next week", Liam remembered last years trip to Colorado, he had killed his first elk gutted it, and had it prepared for dinner. He reached into his backpack for his bottle of water checking the rest of his backpacks contents as he did so, a couple of candy bars, his cell phone, a pack of smokes a zippo, a small sewing kit(he'd be damned if he would have a repeat of the last field trip), a couple of bandages, and a bit of rope.

Liam put his reading glasses back on, and resumed reading the book that he had in his lap. He was dressed in a dark button up shirt, Olive drab cargo pants, sneakers, and a gray jacket. Liam was a heavier set young man, he was never that athletic although he had done a semester of boxing it had never really interested him. He was built like his father, a English businessman, working for a Japanese steel company, who had moved to japan years ago and married his mother an American teacher, he had dirty blond hair courtesy of his mother, and hazel eyes. His father had been taking him on "holiday" for as long as Liam had been able to hold a gun, fishing was mandatory on these trips, as his father fancied himself as quite the angler. Liam enjoyed these two week long excursions, it allowed him to spend time with his father that he didn't generally get to do during the rest of the year. Liam was an even tempered guy, he was considered a kind man by most, aside from a brief time boxing no one had ever seen him angry, or had ever seen him hit anyone even though he was bigger than many of his class mates. He was just finishing up a chapter when he started to feel a bit drowsy as he was drifting of he noticed the bus driver wearing a gas mask, and he started to panic his last moments conscious were spent in a dull state of terror as the darkness overtook him.

Xanthus Icarus probably did not need the gas to knock him out, at least, not at first. He was already knocked out cold, with a book sitting on his lap, spine up. The book was called The Odyssey, and Xan had been reading it since the trip had begun, and eventually the book had put him to sleep by itself. Naturally, something would end up waking him up just to be knocked out again…

The bus hit a bump in the road, and Xan woke up with a little jolt. Looking outside, the upperclassman admired the scenery, and examined the birds flying around. Looking a bit further forward, Xan saw the island that the bus was approaching.
‘Huh, so that’s where we’re headed huh? Looks like….*yawn*…fun.’

After seeing the island, Xan seemed to be getting a bit sleepy. Well, it looked like it was time to resume his nap where he had left off…

With another yawn, Xan leaned against the window and was out like a light a few seconds after that. Strangely, in his dreams he was holding an axe and trying to survive against faceless assailants…

Cecilia looked out the window, bored as ever. "There's nothing to do on this god forsaken bus," She said to herself, her face pressed up against the window. She sighed and grabbed her bag and dug through it. "Sketch book, pencil, eraser, sharpener, water, some manga, a PSP, and a lunch box," Cecilia said as she looked through the contents of her bag. She shrugged, pulling out the PSP and turning it on.

Cecilia was just a normal high school student. She got good grades, didn't get into trouble, and she got along with her parents just fine. There was really nothing special to her life, except that she had 9 other siblings, but that was fine with her. She got along with them, and they were mainly who she hung out with. Cecilia didn't have many friends, but the ones she did have were great ones. She was more of a loner than a person that looked for friends, so she was just fine with her life.

She was playing her PSP when she noticed some of the other kids on the bus were falling over, like they were fainting. She stared at them, trying to think of what to do. But soon, she started to get dizzy, and everything was spinning. She dropped her PSP and stood up, wobbling out into the isle. "Mr. Bus Driver!!!! T-they need help! They're....they're falling...over..." Cecilia said, but before she could fully finish her sentence, she felt sleepy and her eyes closed, and she faceplanted right into the floor of the bus.

"and i aint talkin bout when the partys over
i'm a moltov cocktail bicardi thrower
fifteen karrot bezzled out bigari holder
size ten aligator, skin mari loafers
and i'm just like the cops
word to the life
cause i serve and protect
wit a bird and a tech
and when the lights on
gotta merge to the right
sixteen drop in new jers in with rice
or in chicagow with the truck
or in the valow with the luck
or in lala with chuck
or in gana gettin ducks
or in jamaca speakin partwa in the huts "

Song: Lupe Fiasco - Pop Pop

As the music played in his headphones, Jay was continuously banging his head in rhythm with the music as he sat someone boarding the middle and the back of the bus. His eyes were closed to indicate him being lost in his own little world as opposed to most of the other students that were chatting away with their friends and such. Jay was pretty much the only kid here also that listened rap or hip-hop, though a few did appreciate his freestyling services as a means of entertainment, and he really didn’t have much else to talk about so it was just simply him next to some Japanese kid that he didn’t really know, though sort of “knew” in more of a “Hi, bye” fashion rather than a friendly one, but seemed to be getting slightly annoyed with Jay’s reciting of his music but ignored it as he talked with his friends.

Jay didn’t really pay too much mind to it though, partially because he wasn’t even paying attention enough to even notice in the first place but mostly because he was used to being a sort of “outcast” in the school for his rather unique personality, but that was something that he was prepared for since his older brothers went through the same things back when they were in high school before they recently graduated so it was no real big deal to him in a manner of speaking, it simply gave him motivation to create a new sense of cool into this school, which was in itself, only a matter of time.

Once the song was over, Jay took a look at the Media Player, which wasn’t an iPod like most people was think, but what he would call a Vibe that he had gotten from the electronic that he worked as a reward for being Employee of the month five times in a row due to his extremely extensive knowledge in electronics, something that had gotten him the nickname “Electronica” and soon enough, was combined with his first initial to create “Jay Electronica” which was now his alias and his stage name.

Back on track, once Jay took a look at his Vibe, he noticed that the battery was only on half as a result of him not remembering to charge it last night and had to get as much juice as he could the following morning before missing the bus. He sighed at his absent mindedness and terrible memory as he turned off the Vibe so he could save up some battery power for later on and placed it in his left pocket, much to the relief of his seat mate.

Since he really didn’t have any music to listen too, Jay leaned his head back, reminiscing over his life back at home. Once he had heard of an opportunity to leave the house, or rather apartment, for a good amount of time, both him and his mother jumped at the chance. Not necessarily because of their love for one another that they agreed on anything, it was just that the only thing that they both agreed upon was that they didn’t enjoy being close to one another, except when one needed something from the other, so they both enjoyed the fact that Jay would be gone for a while. His mother did because her electricity bill would certainly be cut by at least three quarters and him because there would be no screaming at him 24/7, no one blaming him for every single thing wrong that goes down, and no strive for perfection.

Also, there would be nothing to really put him down for everything. Jay’s mom was always the type to go for perfection, so one could guess that his usual straight C with the occasional D and the occasional B would crawl across her skin real well a lot to the point of nearly a mental, emotional, and verbal breakdown. It wasn’t even like he had anyone there to defend him either, his brothers used to but they graduated and are now living it up in college so he was alone with what he called a potential bitch turned witch. She never really got Jay anything he wanted, claiming she didn’t have the money but she’d usually come home with some nice clothing for herself. She would also get some nice designer labels for Jay but he never appreciated them so she would always talk about how ungrateful he is when he never even asked for them in the first place. his dad, well, at least there’s one thing good about living with his mom, it couldn’t amount to the hell he endured with his father.

Getting rather uncomfortable with the current subject in mind, Jay thought about looking out the window for some inspiration to a song perhaps. He opened the zipper to the bag on his lap and took a look inside. Moving away the other items such as the his book called “The History of Hip-Hop”, His scrap book on various art like graffiti, anime, along with portraits, his colletion of portable gaming, and his Game/Flashdrive cases until he reached his compact notebook titled “RymeBook of Jay Electronica”. Once he opened it, he looked at the various contents within it, some being genius work and others being no so good, but he still saved all of them for preservation.

It was then that Jay noticed his vision starting to get a bit blurry and himself starting to feel a little fuzzy. Jay took a look around himself to notice a bunch of kids sleeping and a few that look tired enough as it was. There was no way that this was a coincidence, There was definitely something out of the ordinary up, but before Jay figured that out, he needs to take a quick nap….

Tsune sighed as he adjusted his messenger bag on his shoulder so it wouldn't fall off the seat next to him. He gazed blankly out of the dirt-stained window at the blur of life going past. Why was he here again? He was supposed to be going to have fun with his classmates, but really... he hardly knew any of them. He was admired greatly by all his peers and asked out frequently by girls who didn't even know who he was. He was number one in the entire school for baseball; no one beat his batting skills. In fact, he may be the best in the entire country? He had to go to nationals to find that out. Unfortunately though, Tsune was still too young to do much of anything on his own. He hated this fact. It didn't help that his job at a garage didn't pay much and all of his paycheck went to the cost of living in an apartment. At least he was able to pay for his prized possession ...his motorcycle. That's right, he didn't go anywhere without it. Maybe that was why he felt so uneasy now...or was it something else? All he was allowed to bring was a mini replica of his motorcycle as a key chain hanging from his bag. Tsune had never met his parents...he grew up living in an orphanage with too many brothers and sisters. He was one of the oldest so many of them looked up to him, but he wasn't exactly a star role model. Actually, the caretakers made remarks against his behavior, saying that Tsune was too reckless. He would bet money that he was called that because of his love for motorcycles. Occasionally, the seventeen-year-old would even race them professionally, but only when he was called in by a sponsor to sub. Regardless of how good he was at racing and playing baseball, Tsune never got anywhere because of his age. Not only that, but he never made any friends due to his growing fame. He looked forlornly at the key chain of his black bike and then began digging through the contents: hair brush, notebook, cell phone, baseball, baseball glove, pens, carton of chocolate bars, six-pack of coke, lighter, ipod, headphones, huge bag of chips, boxers, bathing suit, deodorant, cologne, detergent, and that was all he could stuff in there so he didn't bring a change of clothes. Plus, he had heard there would be a washing machine there if he needed it.

As Tsune looked up from his bag, he took in the sight of many of his classmates sleeping. "Eh..?" The silver-haired boy blinked strangely at the scene unfolding before him. Normally people didn't sleep in the walkways. There was something wrong... Tsune felt his head getting clouded. Shit! He dove for the window and opened it, sticking his head out into the wind. It was gas. Shit, they were being gassed. Taking deep breaths, his head was clearing slightly, and his vision became unblurred. He heaved a sigh of relief, but as his thoughts drifted to what he was going to do about hanging half way out the window, he felt strong hands grasp his shoulder. Unable to resist because of the weakness in his muscles from the gas, Tsune fell backwards onto the seat. Something impacted with the side of his head and before he could react, black ate the picture of horror before him and red lingered over his eyes as he lost consciousness...

Kira was already sleeping. In fact, he was so deeply asleep, that he hadn't even realized anything that was going on around him. The poor boy had a cold and there was a scarf tied around his neck and over his mouth and nose to prevent everyone else from getting it. Kira's mother had refused to let him go, but his father gave in easily seeing as it was the first time Kira had really shown any interest in...anything. He didn't care much for clubs or sports or...anything. Kira was a child of no pastimes; he refused to partake in anything he dubbed as 'annoying.' In fact, Kira hardly went to school, which also meant that he didn't have any friends. No one would put up with his quiet, withdrawn personality anyway. The reason for Kira's frequent absents wasn't because he didn't want to go to school (which was also true), but it was because he was a weak child. Kira got sick very often and was bedridden way too much. That was why the fact that Kira never wanted to do anything when he was healthy confused his suffering parents to no end. Thus, when he declared he wanted to go on this trip, they almost had a heart attack from shock. Even when they were trying to convince him to bring his things, they could barely get the words out, which was also why Kira hadn't brought anything with him. It was too annoying to carry things.

Kira jolted awake, seeing that mostly everyone else was sleeping. That was strange...maybe they had all taken up his habit? Couldn't be... Well, it didn't really matter either way. He shrugged and closed his eyes, going back to sleep...

WIP.

"Kimi wo suki ni natte Dorekurai tatsu no kana?
Kimochi fukurande yuku bakari de
Kimi wa kono omoi kizuiteiru no kana?
Ichido mo kotoba ni wa shitenai kedo

Yuki no youni Tada shizukani
Furitsumori tsuzukete yuku

Hold me tight konna omoi nara
Dareka wo suki ni naru kimochi
Shiritaku nakatta yo
I love you namida tomaranai
Konnan ja Kimi no koto
Shirazuni ireba yokatta yo"

Reila chimed the lyric to her favorite song loud and clear in her prized voice. She knew that Mitsuki and Saya were already sleeping in the seat in front of her, so it didn't matter how loud she was singing. The headphones in her ears were blaring way too loud. She fished into her gucci purse and began looking at her diary that was carefully stored in there. She was going to bring a karaoke set, but the school has said it was too big to bring on the bus... Reila's parents were rich government officials and she hated them, but they always gave her money. In fact, Reila was a vacuum that sucked up as much money as she could from them; she was planning to get her own place the moment she saved up enough cash. She had that money with her now, tucked carefully in the pages of the one book no one would read accept her. She couldn't keep it in the bank because her father would find the account, and she couldn't hide it in her room since the maid and house-cleaners would find it eventually. Tampons...her favorite novel Out by Natsuo Kirino, a microphone with no amp, he wallet, her keys, a pocket knife just in case, pepper spray also just in case, a lighter, a towel, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, a razor, shaving cream, a camera, all stuffed into her high-end bag.

Reila was a vocalist in her school and often did secret concerts whenever she could. Everyone loved her voice, and most of the students swooned over her beauty and angelic vocals. There was only one problem that prevented her from getting a boyfriend... Reila was in the kendo club. She hated kendo, but she joined it anyway to practice iaido. Anyone who challenged her, died trying. Well, not really, but they were severely injured even through the armor. People who knew of her other skills were then afraid of her regardless of how popular she was. The long-haired girl took a breath for the next verse, but her head spun in large circles and it seemed like she was floating for a moment. She turned off her iphone and shoved it into the bag, looking around the bus. Wha.... before she could finish her thought, she fell over, unconscious.

Zaska flitted his fingers over the keys of his laptop, smirking evilly to himself. Yes, yes! He was going to win this one. A character on the screen began slaying the government officials and blood splashed against the fake camera. Zaska loved video games, he was such a nerd that he made his own. Because of his programming talents, a lot of the student revered him and crowded around the genius computer-wiz. His favorite anime...Code Geass. Hell yeah! His sharp gray eyes moved over the many things he was doing all at once, the artificial light reflecting on his pupils. He had brought one thing with him: his computer. That was all he needed. It seemed the people who had been watching him beat one of the hardest computer games that came out a few days ago had fallen asleep on him. No matter...they would just be upset when they found out he killed the president this time.

As his character entered the building and met with the president, the screen blurred. Ah, what the hell!? He rubbed at his eyes and leaned in closer, but the picture didn't get any better like it was supposed to. That was when his head started spinning and he felt his eyes close without him telling them to. God dammit! He was about to win the game!!!