S.Y.O.S:

BATTLE ROYALE

JAPAN VS AMERICA

Hello my lovelies! Through-The-Grey here, with a little idea for you all. This has been bouncing around in my brain ever since I watched the film Battle Royale, and I decided to do something about it. This is an S.Y.O.S, or in other words, submit your own student. There are two teams, Japan and America, which are explained more in the prologue. There are 18 spots for normal Japanese students, (nine male, nine female), and 17 spots for normal American students (eight male, nine female). This is because three students are dead already in the prologue. There are also spots open for 4 transfer students, each whom have already won their own Battles. The starred questions in the form only apply to them. I am accepting students through review or PM, though PM is preferable. Please no Gary-Stus or Mary-Sues. Other then that... Enjoy!

STUDENT FORM

Name:

Age (Fourteen or fifteen, unless the skipped a grade or were held back.):

Gender:

Sexuality:

Personality:

Social Standing (are they a dork, a prep, a rebel, maybe?):

Nationality:

Physical Appearance:

Friendships/Relationships (with other students, with their teachers... ect.)

Family (Mother, Father, siblings and extended family.)

History:

Romance? Y/N, and with whom:

How likely is it that your student will survive? 1-10:

*How long ago did he/she win their Battle?

*Did he/she volunteer or were they forced?

*How does he/she feel about the Battle Royale program?

Anything else?

Nails screeched harshly against the chalk board as Setsuko Ogawa stepped into the large industrial classroom, giggling and cooing at the young teen's uncomfortable reaction to the noise. She looked over conspiratorially at her elder counterpart, Candice McAdams, who glanced at her sharply, as if to tell the young Japanese woman to settle down. The two "teachers" for this year's very... 'special' edition of the Battle Royale could not be more different; Candice an aging American woman from the deep South, Setsuko a bubbly, stunning Japanese girl who had barely just turned twenty-four. But fate and the United Nations had thrown them together in a last ditch effort to regain control over the still rebellious youth of both Japan and America, and only one of the two was happy about it. Grinning like a mad woman, Setsuko stalked her way forward, her overly made up eyes sparkling dangerously under pink feather lashes.

"Akachan watashi no kon'nichiwa,"Setsuko began, speaking to her students in their native language, "Wareware wa hijō ni saisho no kyōdō batorurowaiaru ni anata o kangei shimasu. Watashi wa anata no hotondo wa, sore ga nani o imi suru ka shitte iru koto o kakushin shite imasu... Anata no 42 wa shinu made tatakau yō ni shiyou to shite iru! Ga, reinen to wa chiga~tsu te, anata wa, subete no 2tsu no chīmu ni bunkatsu sa remasu: Nihon VS Amerika! Ichidodake 10 anata no wa nokotte iru: Anata no chīmu ga haishi sa re... Soshite sore wa jibun no tame, subete no hito ni narimasu!" She said, kneeling in front of a very nervous looking Japanese boy, punctuating each of her words with a tap of a bright pink fingernail on his head. She giggled gleefully when the boy scrambled backwards.

"Anata wa kore ga anata ni okoru suru baai o nozoki, sore made, anata no chīmu no ma ni wa sentō wa sonzai shimasen!" She said, standing up and walking over to the small table that sat in the back of the room. Everyone watched her intently as she picked up a small remote, looking over at Candice for permission. She narrowed her eyes, pausing, and then nodding once. Setsuko squealed with glee, turning the remote on to the boy she had just frightened moments before. Suddenly, a shrill beeping began to emanate through the room, and the boy began to clutch desperately at the collar around his neck. Candice took this time to direct her American students.

"Get yourselves away from that boy over there. I'll explain everything Setsuko's been saying to her students after… this."

The boy stood up, clutching at his neck frantically, screaming for help as the beeping quickened; and Setsuko smiled. She knew what was going to happen.

Suddenly, the beeping ended, and the boy's final cry was cut off as the collar exploded, sending a good portion of his neck flew off with it. The children began to scramble desperately, save for one girl sitting in the back of the room, who was grinning wickedly. She continued to smile as Army officials were forced to shoot down two more, both American.

Once the children were silent, Candice gathered what remained of her twenty one students, standing above them with an air of superiority. She looked them over appraisingly, then began,

"Well alright now, ya'll must be pretty confused. First off, that nut case over there is Setsuko," She drawled, pointing to the grinning woman who was continuing to instruct her students. 'She's the Japanese student's teacher. Now I do believe ya'll were told that this was an exchange program for underprivileged teens, right?" The group nodded cautiously. "Wrong. You've all been enrolled in Battle Royale, a program set up by the Japanese Government to keep the underage populace in line. Every year, 42 students are sent to this Island: with the sole purpose of killing each other. They have three days to do so, or else… well," Candice glanced over at the dead boy.

"This year, they've decided to switch it up a bit. The U.S. has decided that it's time for us to get some action too. That's where you all come in. Your fellow students are about to become your team mates, the only people you can trust. You will not be allowed to harm each other until the moment when there are only ten of you left. Then all rules are abolished: and then its dog eat dog." She said, allowing her words to sink in.

"Over there are your supplies. All of them are filled with water, food, and weapons. Each pack has a different weapon, not all of them very competent. The bag you get can determine whether you live or die, so choose carefully."

Candice glanced over at Setsuko, who nodded at her enthusiastically.

"All right, I think we're ready to begin. I will call your names one by one, to which you will respond 'here, and come up to retrieve your bag. Good luck. Boy one…"