Realistic or Modern Camp Bloodly Hills!!

[H8becomesyou]

Welcome to Camp Bloodly Hills!


Me and the camp workers would like to welcome you!


This is a camp is not for the faint of heart.


If you can't handle blood and death.


Please don't come here you won't last long here.


We are not here to cuddle you and hold your hand.


In what is about to come in this camp.


Rules


1. Weapons of all kind will be supplied by the camp.


2. All forms of killing welcome.


3. Always listen to head of the camp and the workers.


4. Enjoy the blood and death.


We here at Camp Bloodly Hills. Will be there for you to ask any and all questions. We won't kill you for asking a question. Or will we? That risk is up to you.


The Camp is a summer long camp. If you die you will be sent back home in a pine box. Lets hope you have your life in order when you come here. We do not provide any of those services. That falls on the family, if you have family. If you are coming here. We are thinking you don't but we can be wrong on that.


We have been around since the 1950's. We pride our selfs in the people that come out of our camp. We will not name drop. But please know some to this day still have yet to caught or they died of old age.


That is our hope for you. That you can use these skills that you learn here at Camp Bloodly. Well come in handy for what you are wanting to do with your life.


One last thing, if you try to leave this camp or tell anyone about the camp. We have but only one choice. But to kill you and leave your body to rot.





Outside


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Inside


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Bedrooms


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[H8becomesyou]

(( Will be starting as late as tomorrow all that still want to do this please put your CS's up please ))


 
Beth is standing with Scarlet on the steps to the Castle. She has four strong looking men standing shoulder to shoulder. There are in the military type uniform pants, with tight black shirts, with their arms crossed. Beth has on military pants, combat boots, black tank top on. She has a pistol on each thigh. Her legs are far part. As she has her arms crossed.


She looks over the teenagers standing around. She sighs. Time to get the shoe on the road. Clearing her throat,Beth starts, "Welcome to Camp Bloodly Hills. I am Ms.Hill. That is what you will call me nothing else. This is Scarlet, you will address her as she wishes. As you enter this place. You belong to me and others see you before you. You will listen to them and most of all me" She walks back and forth on the top of the steps. "You will be searched for any and all weapons. Before stepping inside. As it said in the rules. All weapons will be supplied by us. If you have any weapons they will be taken from you. Until you leave , if you leave here alive." Walking down the steps. Beth doesn't have a smile on her face.


Looking them over as she stands in front of them. "I assume you all have come here to learn how to be better at what you do. Or you wouldn't be here." She kind of smiles. "This camp will show you if you can make it at what you do.If not then no worries. You won't or maybe you will leave here." She turns and walks back to the four men. "Our main tile here is not to tell a soul about this place. It you do I will show you what happens."


She nods to two of the men. They walk away into the castle. She pulls one of her black and sliver pistols from her right thigh. Pulling back the upper part. To put the bullet in the chamber. She looks over to the teenagers. A evil smile come across her face. The two men come back with a man. His hands are tied behind his back. He has a scared look in his eyes. The man starts to beg for his life. Beth looking at the man. "Oh shut the hell up!! Listen to me kids. If you ever say word about this camp. We will find out and this is what happens."


The men put the man down on his knees. Beth put the pistol to the back of the mans head. She looks to the kids as she pulls the trigger. The mans face has a big hole in it. As gray matter and blood splatters everywhere. Beth puts her pistol back on her thigh. Turning she says."You the rest of the day to get stettled in. Then a meeting will be held in the main room at 7 pm tonight don't be late. Check them in" She walks and stand back at the top of the stairs.

 

[Moon Rabbit]

Remilia Churchwood arrives, a duffel bag slung over her arm, to the back of the already formed crowd. Realizing she is, as is usual for her, fashionably late, she drops her things on the ground and fills herself in.


The news of having weapons removed from her and the others truly wasn't news at all, she had heard of this rule when she heard of the camp before. The rule was surprising, considering it was a death camp, but it made a bit of sense. Puts on a show of regulation. Keeps things even.


Needless to say, she had come weaponless to Camp Bloodless. Not that it meant much, she herself was a walking weapon. Any real combatant knows the number one rule is that anything and everything could become a weapon in the right hands.


So of course, she packed just clothes, paper and pens, her music player, and some makeup. She had no concern really for anything else and was now taking inventory of the crowd of campers before her, taking note of them all.


Her mind stopped wandering, finally, when the gunshot went off and, despite herself, the start of a crooked grin twitched at her lips.


After all, who could keep up the act of being serious with a welcoming tune like that?

 

[darkwolf]

(Here goes nothing)


Scarlet stood beside beth as she welcome the guests to the blood camp of death. She guess she should speak before the guests even though she wasen't the kind to talk. She liked to keep to herself as her marital arts teacher has told her."Welcome to Bloody Hills or camp death as i call it. I will be in unison with my partner beth here. We run this camp and disobey us will be your death. Please enjoy your stay. We also have accommodations to at your disposal. Like this one. My favorite. A electrically double bladed long sword. It produces enough electricity to electrocute anybody here. Just stab somebody in the chest and watch the lighting show begin. We do hope you enjoy your stay." She walked back over to stand next to beth with her sword at her side.

 

[H8becomesyou]

The men start to go through things and taking weapons that others had brought. Putting them in boxes to keep in Beth's office and away from the kids.


She watches the kids. They all looked they would kill. And she loved that. She couldn't help but be happy about this. This camp this year was going to be a great one. She read over some of the papers and these kids were something else.


Looking to Scarlet, "This is going to be a great year if this kids can get passed everything we throw at them." She couldn't help the laugh falling from her lips.


Seeing Remilia Churchwood, she knew that girl was going to be good. The way she killed her mom and dad. That was something else. She calls out. "Remilia Churchwood? Come up here."

 

[Moon Rabbit]

She had been filing her nails when she heard the camp leader's voice call her name from the front where she had been standing. Surprised at being singled out on day one, she dropped the nail file onto her duffel and made her way up to the woman.


Leave it to me to get into trouble before I have even opened my mouth she mused to herself as she steps over the mess of what used to be a fearful idiot who got on the bad side of the woman she was to meet in just a moment.


A few graceful hops up the steps and flick of her wrist to flip her hair aside from her cold yet fiery eyes and the young heiress was standing one step under and in front of the camp directoress.


Not one of many words, her greeting was simply a formal curtsy followed by "Ms. Hill". Old habits die hard, after all.

 

[H8becomesyou]

Ms.Hill looked down at her with a smirk on her face. "I read you paper work. And I wanted to say that I think you have a lot promise here at our camp. You will be bunking with someone. That I think you both will be able to go off each other. We also have a class that I think you will enjoy. But I will get into that. At the meeting at 7 pm. Enjoy your time here. That will be all Miss. Churchwood." Beth nodded to her.


Watching the other file into the castle. Seeing one of the campers try to sneak something into the castle. Pulling out her gun. she shot the boy in shoulder. "Sneaking shit in is not allowed!" Walking over to the boy. Taking him by the neck and throwing him to Scarlet. "Go put this ass in lock up for awhile." The boy falling on his face in front of Scarlet.

 

[Moon Rabbit]

Having been dismissed , Remilia gave a nod before turning on her heel and practically flying down the steps to her duffel. She quickly slung it over her shoulder and strut up to join the line of campers heading in, the twitch of a smirk returning to her face. She wasn't in trouble after all, in fact...it seemed as though someone had finally come to appreciate her art. Though working with others was not her usual style, she wasn't going to make a fuss about getting a roomate. After all, if they had been hand-picked for her then it couldn't be too terrible. She just hoped they could keep up.

 

[H8becomesyou]

Ms.Hill looking out over the kids. She saw such promise in Churchwood. Who else among these kids has promise? Her eyes falling on Addison. She knew what she was doing. Seen it so many time since running this camp. She was sure she would hear something about it later. These didn't scare her. She had seen so many that have tried to come through here. Most dead rotting the field. She would have to show the kids that. So they will work harder.


Reading the paper work on all the kids. She knew about their lives. You had to do that with things like this. Or you would end up getting killed by them. Walking down the steps and looking at the things in boxes. These kids never learn it seems. "I will say this. You kids should read the rules." But she had a hint of a smile on her face. They were blood thirsty and she loved that.

 

[Noyeh]

Noyeh notices the Creepy Outside of Camp Bloodly Hill. He gulps as he walks in and finds himself in a Random Living Room with 2 Staircases on both sides. This is Unique... Noyeh gulps again, seeing a few workers nearby. He looks around the Area, surprised that such a Scary-looking place is this nice inside. This might not be this bad..

 

[H8becomesyou]

Beth heads up to her office after all the kids have gotten in. Pour a drink and going over the paper work. She gets the mic out and turns it on. "Oh everyone listen up. Don't try to kill each other. That will be saved for later on in the camp. If you need anything come to office. I will not be here to make easy for you. But you will be helped. Just maybe not in the way you would like. Your choice there. You can walk around all want. But the holding cells are not to be gone to. We will cover more in the meeting were we will be eat lunch in about hour. So get your things in order." She turns it off. Relaxing as she cleans her guns.

 

[Moon Rabbit]

Once inside, Remilia drops her bag by one of the staircases and once again turned her attention to her fellow campers. As she had been outside, she returned to taking inventory. Picking out the weak ones, the competition, and making plenty of mental notes. For the most part, she wasn't concerned in the slightest about the others. However, she did want to know what there was to work with.


It was pretty obvious who in the crowd was here not of their own volition, and she was sure that it was the ones like her, who had, were the ones she would have the most fun with. For now, though, she just looked them over and awaited the meeting. that's when things would really get started, she was sure.

 

[H8becomesyou]

Looking at the clock. It was time for the meeting already. Picking the mic back up. "Time for the meeting make your way to the meeting hall. If you are late. You will not like what happens to you. Get there and sit down. I am not going to have everyone standing around. Chairs are there for a reason. This is when the real fun starts. You will learn all that we have here at the camp. And for god sakes don't get lost. It is not that hard to find." She turns off the mic. And heads to the meeting room. As she gets there she gets her papers in order. She never with out her guns and knifes. She will be ready for anything that happen. And needs to be taken care of.

 

[Moon Rabbit]

With that announcement and a quick flip of her hair, Remilia strides down the hall and slips into the meeting hall. She walks down the center aisle and seats herself in the very middle of the room, sitting straight and proper waiting for the meeting to start. Though she knew this would not be a waste of her time, waiting for the others to get their butts seated certainly was and she wished they would get on with it already.

 

[H8becomesyou]

Watching the kids come in. She kind of laughed to her self some of them looked so scared. Well those kids wouldn't be able to make it through this camp. Looking at the clock she knew that it was time to start to meeting. Ms.Hill standing, her voice strong and loud. "Now that we are all here. We can get this meeting started. It is good to see that all of you made it here on time. Though getting to use my gun again would have been nice for me." A smirk on her face. "Now we will have classes that will be fit for each of you and what you do. Some of them will be hand to hand combat, guns, disguise's, how to make bombs and torture classes. We will have people brought in so you can test your skills on them. That has always been the best part. Aside from the death race at the end." She picks up her papers. Coming over to Churchwood and handing them to her. "These papers take one and fill it out. It has what type of person you would like to torture and what classes you would like to take. Don't just throw these away. It is for the fun later that will be had." Walking down the middle of the kids. "I am not going to say this is easy it is not. When I came to this camp. I was the only one to come out alive. So know that it will be hard. But you will love it. If you are true to what you are. You know the rules of this place. You are allowed at this time to ask anything that you want. And it will not get you killed for it." Turning to look at all the kids.

 

[Moon Rabbit]

Remilia took a paper and passed the rest to the girl who had sat beside her, not even bothering to glance over at her. She had seen the girl on the steps before and wondered why she had chosen to sit near herself.


She then turned her attention to the paper and, taking a pen from in her bra, began to fill it out. What sort of person she would like to torture seemed an odd inquiry, but she figured if she could get a bit of customization on it then she may as well put some thought into it. She began to fill out the form quickly. All of the classes and activities looked fun, it made her wonder which one Ms. Hill had meant when she said there was one she might like in particular earlier. She wondered, also, how many of these she would be able to partake in.

 

[H8becomesyou]

"If you all are wondering. You can be in any and all classes here. Make you more of well rounded killer. But it all depends on what you want out of this. Heads up though everything will come into play later on in the death race. So live die up to you." Walking back up to the front. "Today I said one had promise." Looking at Remilia. "This person is an artiest in her craft. You would do well to wonder and be on your guard around this one. I am not saying who. That is for the rest of you to decide who this person is. Torture and disguise are some of the more fun classes. But hey all are really." She thought Remilia would pick up on the torture would be a class fit for her.

 

[Moon Rabbit]

Having finished filling out her sheet, she slipped it into her top along with her pen. Remilia figured she would pop in on as many of the classes as she fancied during her stay, maybe linger on the more entertaining ones. After all, even the most well off serial killers have room for improvement, and there was lots of fun to be had before the main event. Knowing in the back of her mind that Ms. Hill was likely speaking of her, and knowing the more observant of the campers would have seen the call-out during welcoming, she hoped that her pretty rich-girl appearance would make her a less obvious candidate. After all, she could make quite the game out of some of the more wary ones who wouldn't suspect her of much. Speaking of expecting much...


She glanced over the room of campers once again, hoping to be able to pick out which was to be her new room mate. Though the surprise would be fun, she figured that with this crowd she may be able to tell on instinct. After all, they probably got a similar heads up about getting a room mate and may be looking for her. Either way, she would surely find out when she reached her room.

 

[WantYourSoul]

(Bled bleh this is kind of short but I didn't really have much to work with because I started late unu)


Naomi had arrived on time, as always. She had blended in seamlessly with the crowd, as always. The only part about her that drew the eye would be her albinism, but the way she acted in a crowd -so... Average- was easy to forget about her.


In reality, Naomi was taking mental stock of those surrounding her. A great deal of psychopaths and sadists. She even spotted one or two masochists filtering through the place. Her skills of perception are superb. When she received the form, that was only when she cracked open the door that led to her sick and demented psyche. She preferred to torture children slightly younger than her, their heart rate was faster so blood would pump faster. One of the things she liked doing with her living "test subjects" was cutting them open, removing an organ that wouldn't kill them if it were missing, sewing them back up, and feeding said organ to them. This of course all happened while they were awake. Nothing was asked about what she did with the bodies afterwards, so she didn't make comment. Even her writing was average for a fifteen year old girl, albeit significantly neater.


Standing up now,Naomi pulls out a sheet protector from the front pouch of her alligator skin suitcase and slides her form into it before placing it back inside. She sweeps her nearly violet eyes over the crowd, scanning to see where everyone was heading for their dorms. She follows along and blends in once more. She only breaks out of the herd of killers and torturers alike so she could enter into her dorm. How quaint.

 

[Moon Rabbit]

She waited for all of the other campers to leave the room before she stood and fluffed out her skirt. She didn't find any reason to go rushing out with the lot of them and get stuck in the crowd when she really had plenty of time. Besides, she preferred to take her time in a new place. Take in the sites, be familiar with her surroundings. When finally it seemed the hooligans were long gone, she made her way to the door and toward the bedrooms. She wondered if everyone was sharing a room, and if all of the bunkmates had been handpicked.


Finally, she reached her assigned room and opened the door, stopping in the middle of the doorframe. As she had expected, the aforementioned roomate was already there in the room. She dropped her duffelbag, intentionally making a sound, as a warning to the other girl of her entrance. This warning, of course, was only for the simple courtesy of it. If she was what she had been built up to be, Remilia was sure the girl knew she was entering before she had even placed her hand on the knob of the door.

 

[WantYourSoul]

Naomi had already begun packing away her very conservative clothing. She had a great fondness for light colours, button-up blouses and neat pencil skirts, perfectly folded tee shirts with black cardigans and jeans.


Her roommate had dropped her duffel bag loudly on the floor and Naomi can practically hear how disorganized her bag is. She doesn't acknowledge her new roommate until after she places a robin egg blue baby doll tee neatly in her drawer.


Standing and brushing down her pants, only then does Naomi turn to look at the girl standing in her doorway. Her violet eyes flick up and then down her body as she assesses her. After a moment, she finally nods and brushes her white hair from her face."Hello, I assume you're my roommate?" She greets, voice smooth and emotionless, save for the Russian accent that laces all of her words.

 

[Moon Rabbit]

Remilia's cold features turn to a brilliant grin at the hint of Russian on the girl's words.


"Da." she says simply, before grabbing her bag once again and stepping further into the room, closing the door with a movement which would be unnoticeable to the trained eye (a simple, but swift, backward flick of her heel). "I see you have already settled in.." she says as she places the duffel atop the second small dresser, assuming it will be hers. Now the time came to give this girl a proper greeting, so she turned to stand across from her, face to face, and scanned her over quickly with calculative hazel eyes. All in all, she decided to herself, this girl was rather plain looking....especially compared to Remilia's own bold and irregular appearance. She immediately picked up on the girl's albinism, after all, that is practically the only chance she had of finding someone paler and with a whiter hair than her own. She got an odd sense of looking at a backwards reflected version of herself, so much the same but so very topsy turvy. This could be interesting.... she mused as she gave a polite curtsy.


"I am Remilia Churchwood. And whom do I have the pleasure....?"

 

[WantYourSoul]

Naomi nods simply at the girl's curt response, no hint of a grin or acknowledgement being betrayed on her pale face.


Her violet eyes flick down as she catches the door being kicked closed. That girl drops her bag with no regard for neatness, and Naomi fights the urge to clench her fingers into fists. To stay unnoticed, one must act average enough to simply blend in. Her violet eyes bore into her roommate whom she recently learned was named Remilia. She doesn't say a word about her having been called upon for her skill, she instead sticks with giving a slight curtsy in response, never moving her eyes from Remilia's face."My name is Naomi Pajari. And truly, the pleasure is all mine," she says in a very slow and very deliberate tone. There was obviously something off about Naomi, perhaps the way light didn't shine behind her eyes or she blended into a crowd so skillfully even with albinism drawing the eye. She was a stone cold sociopath but it wasn't that obvious, nothing about Naomi was obvious and put out in the open.

 

[Moon Rabbit]

With that out of the way, Remilia turned to her duffel bag and the dresser. Unzipping the bag and opening the draws, she began to unpack her things and put them away into the drawers. While the inside of the bag had indeed been a bit of a mess, she was more careful in settling her things into their more permanent places in the room. Clothes had to stay nice and unwrinkled, after all, if she was to keep herself looking pretty. She made quick work of the clothes before taking the back, and the things left in it, and heading toward the beds.


"Which is mine....?" she asked her roomie nonchalantly with a flip of her hair to remove it from her face. The girl surely was odd, but that was expected since she was in this place. She wondered what could have landed this girl a spot has her own hand-picked room mate, but she figured she would soon find out.

 

[WantYourSoul]

Before Remilia could properly ask her question, Naomi had already taken her seat on the left-most bed."Studies have shown that those who sleep on the left side of the bed wake up happier and more rested," she explains simply, the hint of a wily grin twitching up the corners of her lips for the first time. She was in the midst of smoothing out military style blankets, they looked uncomfortable and coarse. They were practically the same blankets she used in every boarding and military prep school she's been to, when she was allowed blankets that is.


"I know you're wondering why I'm here, and I'm wondering the same," she says, breaking any silence that could have sprung up between her first comment and the next. She stands up so she could begin tucking the corners of her blankets into the sides of her mattress, sheets and blankets were provided but Naomi preferred her own to the camp's.