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It seemed her companion wasn't a very chatty fellow, or maybe he just didn't know what to say given their situation. In any case he seemed to have a weapon that was a bit more formidable then her little wooden stake so she was fairly happy to let him take the lead and gave him a mock salute "10-4 Captain" She told him wryly before putting a hand on her silly little stake before glancing back at the rest of the people still in the tent to see if any of them looked like they wanted to check things out as well.

((bleh could't post either so i suppose I'll just hang here for a few more until it;s straightened out lol))

[ β V gets the handgun with rubber pellets upon entering ]

It's dark. I can't see anything. And there's a strange buzzing noise at my hip. What is that?

A faint groan emitted from dry lips, the sound muffled behind - something. His eyes fluttering open slowly, he turned his head, pushing himself upwards into a halfhearted sitting position. Raising his hand, he touched gloved fingers to his face - or rather, to where his face should have been. They touched not flesh, but rubber. A mask? A gas mask, to be more precise. Right, yes, he was starting to remember now. A mask. A name. What was my name again?

Ahhh, yes. β V. That was his name. And that incessant buzzing noise at his hip was coming from a cell phone, which Five dug out of his pocket. He flipped it open, pressed a button and voila - a message popped up.

...not exactly the most encouraging message, however. Five stared at it for a moment, lifting an eyebrow, then sighed, snapping the phone shut. Thirteen, eh? he thought, getting to his feet. Only thirteen.

He did not want to be one of the others - namely he did not not want to be one of those thirteen. Death was not something Five looked forward to, though it seemed he would have to rely on the instincts of fate in this case.

He didn't like fate. It was too subjective. Five preferred to make his own fate, so he headed towards the nearest table; there were several set up, all with various objects set neatly across them, and Five reached a hand down, first taking a first aid kit. He weighed it in his hand briefly; he had a feeling he would need it way too much in the near future.

Stepping around the first table, he then moved to the second, the one with the backpacks. There were only a few scattered left, one of them emblazoned with a familiar β V on the flap. He dragged it towards him, unzipping the top to find several miscellaneous objects inside, including a handgun. Five dug it out, holding it up interestedly, though he deduced quite quickly that the bullets were not steel or any other sort of metal; rather, they were just rubber ones.

Stuffing the first aid kit into his bag, Five closed it all back up, slung it over his shoulder, and gave another sigh.

Let the games begin.

((BETA I ENTERING))

Panic had come. Eyes shooting open to nothing familair, no recognition. Grasping at air the were no memories to be found. Nothing. A vast empty void in their head. Wrong. Wrong? Or was it right? How could this be right? How did they know this was right and what else was wrong? Where where they, who-
WHO.
On the mask letters drew their eyes.

Beta I.

That was who they were? Good. That was good. It felt good to have a name. calimg down Beta I recalled the voice, the desks. The words. So many words. Words with meanings. The buzzing of the pone grabbing their attention, the message making them wince. Judging by the group...oh this...might be nice. Maybe not. Too soon to tell.

A few stumbling steps taken, Beta 1 picked up the bag marked with their number. Okay. Great start. Opening it it was...okay it was a bit sparse, but not empty. A map, a first aid kid, and nunchucks.

Throat raspy, Beta 1 managed to grunt out. "I take it survival is our collective objective."

(( BXI comin' through. Miss Bixie if you're nastay ))

Beta Eleven awoke from dreams that might have been pleasant, if she could have remembered them, to a hollow buzzing at her hip. She tried rubbing at her eyes, only to find that she couldn't really complete that action the way she might have hoped. BXI's entire head seemed to be encased in some sort of helmet that prevented her from doing much of anything head-related. She recalled there was still that buzzing to attend to. The buzzing was coming from a cell phone. She detached it from her belt and peered at the screen through her mask.

Good morning, it said.

Well, that was nice.

The rest of the message wasn't so nice at all.

Only thirteen would make it off of the island? What would happen to the others? Would they really be... killed like this message said? Just how many people were here anyway? BXI only saw... less than thirteen at the moment. That was great! Everyone could live! She rose off of her cot a little quicker than she should have and was forced to hold onto the edge of it for a moment as her vision cleared. Spotting some tables across the room, she stomped over to them, her odd boots making her steps less than graceful. It was doubtful they would have been dainty even without her current uniform.

Beta Eleven looked over the items on the tables before grabbing the bag labeled XI. The number seemed familiar to her, plus it was stamped on the palms of her gloves. She also grabbed a first aid kit and a map, and as she shoved them into her bag, she noticed a whole mess of extra bandages already at its bottom. That... was a lot of bandages.

Okay! Once again she tried fiddling with her helmet, but gave up after a few seconds. She seemed to recall that she had been warned not to take it off, and realizing this left her with the same unpleasant feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach that the message on her cell phone had. She glanced over at Six and One, giving them a brief wave and a grin they couldn't see before striding outside to see what was going on.

(( Bandages for BXI

and heading to the cornfields ))

Huh. Seemed like others in the Beta tent were finally waking up too! Lots of girls it would seem too. One had already left, by themselves which didn't sound smart, to explore or something.

Another was leaving but she opened up the option too to team up. It did sound like a good idea. They had to survive and having others around helped. Well the others could help protect one another and ... well Beta 9 just hoped she wasn't the slowest runner.

She stood up and shrugged. "I'll go with you I guess. Anyone else?" 9 waited a moment before heading out behind the other girl.

((exiting to the corn fields!))

Raising an eyebrow at B7, X couldn't help but notice the numbers in the tent dwindling before her. She wasn't exactly keen about imagining her life in the hands of someone like that. Oh the utter horror of it. Nonetheless, survival instincts began to bubble; she should stick with this crew anyways if she wanted to have a chance at being one of the last thirteen. It would be a tactical move. Yes. Better chances in numbers, X thought. With no idea what was out there, these other "betas" were her best bet. She quickly stuffed her first aid kit into the bag, ready for travel.

Snickering slightly at the thin male(?) figure following the previous two, X beliefly glanced at the map on one of the tables before making her way to the exit and lifting the flap. "An island. s**t." This was going to complicate the possibilities of escape.

((exiting to the corn fields))

Beta V was watching the rest of the "party" with a vague sort of interest, though it was hidden behind the gas mask. He was not entirely sure whether to follow the rest of them, or to make his own path. There was a lot of mumbled words, some shuffling around, and then they were gone, leaving Five to himself.

Hmmm, he thought, tapping a finger on the cell phone still held in his hand - which buzzed unexpectedly. His eyes flickered downwards, flipping it open to the dimly glowing screen.

...pendants..?

He snapped the phone shut. Time to go.

[[ exiting to Cornfields! ]]

Eye flicked open. This was. Odd. Were they not just fighting to the death? Fighting to kill? Curious. Beta I could have sworn she was injured.
Sitting upright she recognized her surroundings. The tent.

Searching for her weapon, she found none. Not satisfactory. Walking she grabbed a small dagger from the table. It would do. Better the the damn nun chucks and hitting herself.

"I- find this place rather curious." She said to one in particular. "Deja Vu."