"Luna, Six, Isla, Star, Gorilla, Parker, Alexander, Avery, and Angeline," Stacey listed off the names of everyone with a strike. As their names were mentioned, a guard came up behind each of them with a weapon. Two came up behind Gorilla, since Stacey figured he was most likely to pick up a fight. "Your guards will escort you to the back. I'll meet you in there shortly." Once they had gone (it took longer than Stacey had hoped) Stacey turned to the people left. "You are the lucky ones," Stacey smiled. "And you will determine their fates." When the remaining "guests" remained confused,Stacey elaborated. "Those with strikes will be placed behind a row of numbered doors. You will then all vote which door should be opened. The the three doors with the most votes will be opened, and whoever is behind it will be shot as many times as it takes until they die." Stacey smiled. "You have about a week to vote. Good luck!"
FOR THE STRIKED ONES: "Hello," Stacey strutted in like she were on a runway. "Welcome to the next competition, Only I dont think you will find this one very enjoyable." The prisoners were all tied up tightly, after being stripped of any sharp/pointy objects in their pockets. Stacey smirked at Gorilla, since she knew from experience he did NOT like being in bonds. "I'm sure you were all eavesdropping on my conversation with everyone else, so I wont bother to explain that again," Stacey continued. "But let me just clarify." Her eyes hardened. "Attempts at escape will lead to immediate (or painfully slow) death, so I suggest you not fight my guards." "Your fates will be decided by the week's end, so I wish you all luck, because nothing can save you now."
