Mr. Gamba's Story

(i'm back. i'm sorry for everyone's character who i didn't accept quickly enough. I've been EXTREMELY busy, and when i mean extremely, i mean EXTREMELY busy. thank you for everyone who continued the roleplay while i was gone. Now, let's get to the meat of this roleplay, shall we?)

Charity continued to stare out the window. Her friends, Susan and Maryanne stood beside her, but Charity couldn't speak a word to them. A dream. That's what this was. Charity was still on the bus. She was still riding on the bus to London for the trip. It only made sense. It only made sense until the lights in the room turned on, and men in army uniforms with large machine guns started to walk into the room.

"EVERYONE UP!!!" one of the men shouted. Without hesitation, all the students stood. The guns were being pointed at them. "AWAY FROM THAT WINDOW!!!" the man spoke again, this time, to Charity and the other kids around her. They quickly backed away. The atmosphere became more tense by the minute.

Suddenly, a man entered through the doorway. It was Mr. Gamba, a homeroom teacher of the 9nth grade class in Christo Academy. According to the children, Mr. Gamba always had on a merry smile, but this time, his face was stern.

There was a sudden silence. Most of the students jaws dropped, including Charity's.
"Good evening, class." he started. "Now please pay attention to..."
"Mr. Gamba, where the hell are we?!?" said Maryanne. She was known for exclaiming random things in the middle of class.
"Maryanne, I've had enough of you talking during a lesson. This is the last straw." Mr. Gamba said aloud, anger burning in his eyes.
This seemed to shut Maryanne up.
"Now, as i was about to say before, please pay attention to the lesson i am about to give you. It is important." he said, walking towards the chalkboard behind him.
It almost seemed as if he knew what to do, as if he had done it a million times before.
He wrote 'the BR Act' on the chalkboard. He turned to face the class. Some people started to shiver, even though the room was warm.
"The BR Act was passed in 1947. This program was held in Japan, and as the world started to become more and more corrupt, the head honchos started to realize that we needed to do something. We needed to stop this....corruptness." he stared across the room, looking directly into the eyes of each child.
"And so, the BR Act spread across the world. Now, 175 countries compete in the game. This is the...."
"Mr. Gamba, what game?" Martin, a know-it-all kid in the class said. Mr. Gamba sighed, rolled his eyes, and continued to speak.
"The game is simple. You kill each other off. Until one remains."
Gasps. Jaw drops. Everyone started to whisper around the room.
"SILENCE!!!!" Mr. Gamba shouted. The class obeyed.
He continued, "This class is lucky, because you will be competing in the 3000th game of Battle Royale. For you, it means that you'll be in the most danger out of any of the other kids who have competed in these games. For me, it means that I have the pleasure of watching you all embarass yourselves, your friends, your family, and the world. But if you fight well, you just may prove to the world that you mean something."
Charity's eyes shifted around the room. She couldn't take it all in. This is when she realized the two new people in the room. They were never in the Christo Academy class before.
"Any questions before we watch the video?" Mr. Gamba asked. Charity wanted to know if she was dreaming, but she didn't ask that question. Instead, she looked at her friends, and clenched her fists tightly, making her knuckles go white.

Caleb Davenport stood there, white as a sheet, eyes widened, at what his ninth grade teacher had just said. We had to kill each other? And here he was, expecting to have a good time with friends on the class trip. Now, he was thrown head-long into a deathmatch where only one would survive. And he still didn't know why he had a collar around his neck. He had tried to pull it off before, but then a girl sitting in the back of the room said "Don't". For reasons unknown, he decided to obey. Maybe it was because she had that tone in her voice that told him she had done this before.

What also scared him was that Mr. Gamba had told them that they were a part of the 3000th Battle Royale. Something special was going to happen here that hadn't happened in any other games before. He could feel it in the marrow of his bones.

Glancing around the room, he knew just about everyone in the classroom, except for two people. One was the girl that had warned him not to try and take off the collar. The other was a different boy he had never seen before. Something cold, sinister, and unmerciful lay within him and he didn't like. Suddenly his attention was drawn back to the front.

"Any questions before we watch the video?

What video? Was it going to explain this bullcrap that he was a part of. If it weren't for the soldiers, he would've thought of this as a giant prank. He raised his hand. "I have a question." he called out to him. He didn't want to anger him, like Maryanne had. He'd barely known Maryanne other than for her to be disruptive in class for blurting the most random stuff that made him laugh quite a bit. Right now, he didn't want to follow in her footsteps.

"I have a question." a voice called out through the silence. Charity turned towards Caleb's direction, and watched as the teacher scanned the students. He rested his eyes on the boy.

"Ahhhhhh, Mr. Caleb Davenport." he said with a maniacal smile. "What is your question, boy?"

Charity knew that Caleb was a silent type. It puzzled her as to why he was the only brave one to ask a question.

Swallowing as he stood up, Caleb continued to speak once he got permission to.

"What is with these collars? Are they meant to track us or som..." Caleb's voice trailed off as he lost his courage, but he'd managed to get his main question out there. He looked around the room and saw everyone staring at him, specifically Charity, with a seemingly puzzled look on her face. He knew it was almost uncharacteristic of him to be the first to ask a question...in fact he'd prefer to be the very last one to do anything for anyone. But at this moment in time, he needed to get on Mr. Gamba's good side, and to do that, he needed to be a little more outgoing. Maybe Mr. Gamba would spare him from all of this if he just began to respect him more...

Thomas was looking around, bewildered by all of this. They were... somewhere with their old teacher, who instead of making rainbows appear from behind him was looking at them like a cat does a mouse. They were supposed to kill each other?! He knew that he wasn't favored by many of his classmates, nor was he fond of many of them. But there was a giant difference between disliking somebody and killing them. He shuddered a bit at the thought, but knew that it was a key out. If he needed to fight, then he would.

He turned as Caleb asked Gamba a question about the collars. He tugged at the one around his neck, wondering how to get the thing off. It was uncomfortable and what if his neck itched? He wouldn't have anyway to scratch it. Thomas waited quietly, glancing at the others occasionally.



Marcela started humming a bit as the man in charge of this country's BR Program began to speak in English, and very loudly at that. She never understood English people. Looking around boredly, there was finally some action when a young student raised his hand and asked about their collars. "Santa Maria," she mumbled. "Porque son estupidos? Why are they stupid?" She would have loved to explain it to them, but she knew how Program Leaders loved to bask in the glory of the moment- if you could even call it that. And so she was condemned to wait quietly as these school children tried to comprehend what had already defined itself in her life.

"What is with these collars? Are they meant to track us or som..." Caleb said. Mr. Gamba's malicious smile grew as he saw that the boy had lost his courage.
"Good question, boy. It'll be answered in the video." Mr. Gamba's smile turned into a stern face again.
"Now everyone pay attention!! It is extremely important that you all listen to this information. It could determine life or death for you."
Mr. Gamba grabbed a remote from his desk and pushed a button. A projection screen slided over the chalkboard, and the symbol for Battle Royale showed on the screen. The symbol then cut to a middle aged lady who was dressed in some sort of military uniform. Although she had piercing blue eyes and pointed sharp teeth, she looked peppy and energetic.
"Welcome to Battle Royale!" she shouted, "9nth grade students of Christo Academy, you have been selected to participate in the annual game of Battle Royale, a test of strength, survival, and character!" a map of an island appeared next to the lady. "You are currently located on Kristiph Island. It is about 12 kilometers wide. We have evacuated everyone, so it is empty. The island is divided into many zones. Every six hours, your teacher will broadcast updates about which zones are becoming danger zones."
"This will answer your question Mr. Davenport." Mr. Gamba projected, his eyes focused on the video.
"I will explain what a danger zone is later, right after i explain the necklaces you are wearing." the lady continued, "They measure your pulse and location on the island. They are 100% shockproof, waterproof, and they are permanent. If you try to rip them off, cause trouble, or linger in a danger zone for two long, we will send radio waves to your necklace, and it will explode!"
The lady seemed to say 'explode' in such a cheerful way, that it was extremely frightening, and almost confusing.
"Also, there is a time limit on this game. If nobody wins in 3 days, all the necklaces will explode, and there is no winner. Fight your best, okay?"
The lady gave another smile again, showing her pointy teeth. Charity wished that she would keep her mouth closed.
The men dressed in military uniforms walked in with racks filled with large black bags. There was a white number printed on each of the bags.
"Before you leave, you will all receive a kit with food, water, a compass and map, a flashlight, and a random weapon." the lady said, "The random weapons are used to eliminate natural advantages! You might get lucky and receive a great weapon! Check that out later. AND ONE LAST THING!!!!
This is the 3000th game of Battle Royale, a very special game. I'm not allowed to give out anything about this special game, but the only advice I can give you is to keep your head up, and remember that wits can help you just as much as strength."
"Good luck students." Mr. Gamba called out. He gave another grin drenched in anger.
"Now, I will call out your names in no particular order." An army man spoke out. There was a list in his hands. "Please come foward and receive your pack as soon as you are called. After you receive your pack, exit out the door over to my left, enter down the hallway and exit the building."

Everyone looked around. This was it. Some students looked frightened to death, while others had a determined look on their face.

"Kayla Seals."

Charity looked at her best friend in horror as she stepped up to the front of the classroom to receive her pack. The blonde-haired girls pack had a giant number 1 printed on the front. Charity could see her trembling as she ran out of the room with the huge black bag over her shoulders. It was like watching her friend march to the grave.

"Charity Sheldon"

Charity was too shocked to step forward.

"Chartiy Sheldon?" the man called out again.
"Charity, don't be shy." Mr. Gamba called out. Her legs felt stiff as she walked to the front of the room. The man threw the pack at her so hard that it fell out of her hands. She picked it up, slung it over her shoulder, and looked back at the class behind her. Like Kayla, she was trembling as well.
Charity knew that the faster she got out of the building, the more time she had to run away from the other students. She had to catch up to Kayla as well.

Once Charity got out of the building, she looked around her. The area was very tropic like, something very new to Charity. There were two trails in front of
her. The first trail led into a dense jungle, and the other led down a hill, towards the ocean. Charity didn't have time to think, she would be dead if she didn't start running. She entered the jungle, following the uphill path.

It seemed like forever, but Charity finally made it to some abandoned shack. She hid behind the shack, and opened her bag. she took out the flashlight first, looking around her to see if there were any dangers. She realized that the number on her bag was 2. this was a coincedence, since 2 was Charity's lucky number. Next, she looked at her weapon. She reached in, and felt something metal, long and thin. Hoping it was some sort of sword, spear, or gun, Charity reached in to find a blowgun. She also found a plastic bag, containing multicolored darts. She quickly realized some of the darts could be fitted on to a compartment on the blowgun. She quickly did so, and then with the blowgun in hand, ran into the deep forest, finding bushes and shrubs for concealment. She hoped Kayla was nearby.

Meanwhile...

"Nikolai Resnov and Caleb Davenport. You two are next." The military man called out. Mr. Gamba gave some sort of devious smile when Nikolai's name was called out, almost as if he knew something that the other children didn't.