NationStates Jolt Archive

JOEVILLE- Students in Joeville High have apparently overrun the school and refuse to come out and submit to authorities. At 8:30, classes were suddenly interrupted when several students attacked a security officer and disarmed him. As other officers attempted to intervene, they were likewise attacked and placed in a janitor's closet. Afterwards, these students made their way to the different classrooms in the building, "liberating" the students while taking the teachers as hostages.
Authorities estimate that all 200 faculty and staff members have been captured, and, according to an escaped student, at least one has been killed as she tried to fight her captors. The student body of 2000 seems to be led by a group of 25 students who claim to be protesting the oppressive government, and are said to be armed with three AK-47s and six 9mm pistols (from the heavily armed guards). SWAT and Special Forces teams have been assembled, but the government is hesitating to use force at this time, due to the protests of other nations.

(OOC: Alright, the RP part will work like this: whoever participates will take the part of a single student in the building. You can be loyal to the rebelling students, or you can be against them. So far, only the truly loyal rebels have any weapons. Other than that, try not to godmode too much. I hope to get a map or something soon to make this a bit easier.)

(Ooh, interesting.)

(OOC: Sounds cool! Give me a name, I don't know what kind of names you use. I plan to be someone who semi-agrees with the students, but doesn't approve of the violence... talks to the people doing it and may end up being a "link" between the police and the rebels. Could end in a cool scene where he comes out trying to stop the police from shooting and gets shot...)

I think I might play someone against the rebels. Gimme a name.

[I'd like to play a student. Pissed of iconoclast with a gun.]

OOC: I'd love to play the pacifistic philosophical student who inspired the revolt but is now shocked and mortified by the violence.

(OOC: I'd like a piece of this)

IC:

He had always liked red. Passion, fire and such great dignaty was what he had always seen in it. Red.

He had once spilled red paint on his shirt during an art class. It was an oil based paint and the shirt was a thin gray butten up, one of his favourates actually. He tried washing it a few times, but the shirt had been ruined. It was hung up in the back of his closet now, having only been used when he was painting at home.

There was some

[thick]

red paint on him now. A big splotch on his chest was seaping into the fabric of his current shirt; a black ribbed long sleave, with it's sleaves pulled up to his elbows. Some of the paint covered his fore arms as well. He ran a finger along the top of his arm, marveling at how the deep red

[Blood Red]

contrasted with black of his shirt and the lightly tanned skin. The paint

[Red]

was drying now, comming off of him in flakes like

[Dust]

little skin cells.

"Teach," he called out still looking at the

[RED]

paint, "I think I spilled some paint on me."

The teacher didn't respond. Instead she just sat there. She had red paint

[BLOOD]

on her chest too. How uncareful of her to spoil her nice new

[TORN]

sweater. Also, she seemed to have spilled red

[RED BLOOD]

paint on her legs and the tiled floor she was sitting on.

"You should cover up teach."

Come to think of it, how long had he been kneeling there? Why was he kneeling by the teacher? He had just spilled red paint on himself...

Paint?

Paint didn't quite have this consistancy. It was more like

[Blood]

syrup?

No that wasn't it... Besides where had all the red stuff come from then?

And really? How long had he been kneeling there? Holding the teacher?

Such a pretty thing she was. But... why was he holding her?

And the red stuff... it wasn't sticky like syrup, didn't have the consistancy of paint...

[BLOOD]

The male student blinked. He looked at his teacher,

[BLOOD]

then at his fore arms,

[Blood]

his shirt,

[blood]

it wasn't paint, couldn't have been paint.

[Bloody]

he had been sitting there for at least 4 hours

[Bloody]

It was

[blood]

He screamed.

(OOC: Backgrounder: Yeah, my guy was never for or against the revolution, just an ordinary student, going about his business. As the report said that at least one female teacher had been shot, my student saw the shooting and got a whole hell of alot of blood on him. )

OOC: i want in name and what ever ill be a rebal

OOC: i want in as a student Give me a name and any thing else but i wana be opposed the rebales and revolt

[ooc: Canada-Germany great post! Love it. Hope there are no objections to my post...]

Andrew Miller walks along the corridor, feeling the weight of the pistol, glaring eyes alert for movement.

Today is the day.

Anger, vengeful, crimson-burning anger suffuses the very core of his soul and body.

Today we will no longer sit quietly before the Machine.

He hears the scream. Instinctively he runs, sprinting for the source. Turning the corner, he comes across a schoolmate, looking with horror at a blood-stained teacher.

"What's wrong?"

[ooc: Some info on Andrew:

He's angry. Got a chemical disorder, in fact - pretty lean kid but he put his last anger management therapist in the Intensive Care Unit.

Physically he doesn't fight with much finesse but he can hit as hard as someone twice his size.

Covered with scars from self-scarification - all where his clothes can hide them, though.

If someone's RPing an intellectual ideologue, Andrew'd probably be close to him or her. He likes that sort of thing.]

Can anyone say "Children of the Corn?" :wink:

Seriously, if there is an Isaac-esque character (for those of you who haven't read the book, that means a character who's sort of an evil preacher/rebel leader for the children), I want to RP 'em.

Padraig's eyes snapped open. Gunshots.

It had never been meant to come to this. This was meant to have been a protest, a demonstration of the strength the students had...gunshots.

He stood up, and walked towards the source of the noise. His face was blank; to show emotion gave another power. Only he should have power over himself.

He came to the classroom.

"Andrew...what are you doing? Did you...?"

He glanced towards the dead teacher.

Ever am I to be suspected...

Andrew turns to Padraig, his expression now weary.

"I didn't. Check my gun, if you like." He twirls the 9mm semiautomatic, glossy-black and heavy. At the end of the twirl the magazine emerges in his palm, and Andrew slips it into a pocket. He holds the weapon in his open palm, offering it for inspection.

"Padraig, I might be more prone to violence than you, but I wouldn't kill unprovoked. Feel the barrel. Is it warm? Is there powder on it? Of course not."

[ooc: Whoops. Edited.]

He faintly hears voices, and it occures to him, on the edges of his perception that there are now people in the room.

But still, he sceams until his voice runs out and then he falls, still clutching at the cooling teacher.

He now knows that she is dead and that it is not paint, but blood that covers him. Her blood.

Not a sight to be forgotten... ever.

Now the student sobs; salt intermixing with dried copper,

[Now son, remember, breath out when you pull the trigger.]

turning the blood wet once again.

In the turmoil that pervades his thoughts, all he can

[blood.. everywhere! Oh MY GOD!]

see is people crowding into the room, metal hefted in their hands,

[ON YOUR KNEES BITCH!]

shouting something, screaming,

[NO! PLEASE!]

little universes exploding before his eyes.

Why had he been there anyways? The class hadn't been in session,

[We shouldn't be doing this.]

and there had been no one else in the room,

[please?]

except for he and the teacher.

[I love you.]

The student continued to clutch the body and sob.

Ever am I to be suspected...

Andrew turns to Padraig, his expression now weary.

"I didn't. Check the clip of my gun, if you like." He twirls the 9mm semiautomatic, glossy-black and heavy. At the end of the twirl the magazine emerges in his palm, and Andrew displays it - it's full.

"Padraig, I might be more prone to violence than you, but I wouldn't kill unprovoked."

OOC: The way clips on Semi auto handguns work would not alow the ability to tell wheither or not the clip, just by the exposed top of the clip, an easier way to tell if a gun has been fired is to feel the barrel itself to see if 1) it's still warm or 2) there is gun power on it.

OOC: Actually, quite a few handguns now offer small holes at certain points of the magazine so you can get an approxamate estimate of how many rounds are in the magazine. In some cases (I.E. the Stechkin) the magazine is actually skelatal.

Also, I was wondering, could one (i.e. me) RP as say, a SWAT officer on the sceene? I mean, think about it, all in a days work and all, but, to possibly faced with having to shoot a kid? Maybe his own son or daughter is in the school? Your call, just an idea.

OOC: Actually, quite a few handguns now offer small holes at certain points of the magazine so you can get an approxamate estimate of how many rounds are in the magazine. In some cases (I.E. the Stechkin) the magazine is actually skelatal.

Also, I was wondering, could one (i.e. me) RP as say, a SWAT officer on the sceene? I mean, think about it, all in a days work and all, but, to possibly faced with having to shoot a kid? Maybe his own son or daughter is in the school? Your call, just an idea.

OOC: eh, but I did say "by exposing the TOP of the clip" lol, nothing about side holes, :P

*bump*

your all morons. Nuke the stupid school and get over it. they are just a bunch of kids.

Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold were upset! Their weeks of planning had been ruined by this sudden takeover by the student body. They slipped out a side door and went home to revise their strategy.

Bump

OOC: You all can choose your own names and what's going on; just keep from godmodding...I'll just control everyone outside of the school.
I know there's kids out there who want to overthrow their schools.

IC: Captain Andrews shifted his feet and squinted up at the school building. The windows were closed, and, as far as he knew, there were students in every room. He and his team couldn't get in without anyone knowing. And to charge the front entrance would possibly be suicidal. He turned to the Chief. "Any news from HQ?"
"Negative. The government still hasn't decided what to do. If we kill any of these students, the Emperor could lose his grip on these people. Riots, assassinations, who knows what would happen?"
"So we're waiting for now?"
"Looks like it."
Andrews turned back and started thinking. He needed to get inside too, or others could start dying.

Andrew glances at the young man clutching the corpse, and back to Padraig, looking slightly helpless.

"This is out of my league. What's wrong with him?"

OOC: i wouldn't mind get in on this RP, i would play a rebel, who has something to prove to alot of people in his life

Go for it.

*Bumpy bumpy bumpy!*

Da Bump.

Come on then, this could be a good one.

...Then it all happened, first with the takedown of the security guards, then the shooting of the teacher, Taylor felt something he hadn't felt alot in his life, respect, people were actually respecting him. He had been considered an outcast for most of his life, even by his own mother. His father had always supportive of him and his habits, namely his interests in the survivalist way of life. Taylor was 6'1, a little on the slim side and a mix between Black and Mexican.

He was proud of what his freedom fighter friends had accomplished, but he knew that jus because the SWAT had not entered because of the civilians but they would no doubt think of a way to get around that. Taylor jus had to be ready and away from windows when the time came. So he sat and waited, he waited in the boiler room with the door open jus a creak to see out with his gas mask and walkie talkie besides him.

OOC: hope this sparks some interest in the thread

i'd like to join. i want to have a gun, but also have a very few second thoughts... im the one who shot the teacher, say, and the uilt is killing me.

bump?

i'd like to join. i want to have a gun, but also have a very few second thoughts... im the one who shot the teacher, say, and the uilt is killing me.


(OOC: if you want to do it, then do it)

Bump. Wish Milantos was here.

bumpity.

Remember, don't play someone else's character. Only yourself.

Debbie, the captain of the High School Cheerleading squad, knew that the problem was a lack of School Spirit.

"Time to take charge of the situation!" Debbie commanded her squad. We need a Cheer to bring the students back to their senses.

Ready! Okay!

Gimme a ...

can i join?

i'll try my best...here goes nothing:

The Choice:

mikael darkstar...an unusual name for an unusual student...very quiet, lot of secrets...a loner...something unusal will happen today...he can feel it but he doesn't know it...

mikael listens at the teacher just like any normal day when he heard several gunshots outside...

"What the hell was that?!" his history teacher asks then runs immediately outside of the room...

(must be a new prank...they never listen...) he muses quietly...

another loud bang was heard then the teachers bleeding body drop in front of the door like a rag doll...

loud shrieks and cries were heard as students panicked..seeing massive bleeding and death for the first time in their lives...

(shit...death again...no!!!)he reflects...

when a student with a gun(an uzi perhaps? or ak or kalaskkinov rifles? oh well) shouted:

"SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!!!"

the room becomes eerily quiet; deathly silence ensued...

"Now that is settled,then I can now begin to explain...we are a group of student liberators that will...ahem, liberate you against this school's oppressive laws!!!" manic smile slowly creep into the said student face...

(holy shit, this guy is a psycho) murmuring ensued among the students

(great, another variety of them...why doesn't this things never end?)... mikael thought sadly...

"SILENCE!!! Since we are all students...we will give you a choice: join us and live or oppose us and perish like that bastard teacher of yours!!! thesaid student roars with manic glee...


to be continued......... :lol:

i do hope that is okay... :wink: