~Kaji
Kaji was still wandering around the dark and cold hallways at night. Her pink hair was a dark blood red color in the darkness, and she looked as sinister as a shadow, creeping up behind you and pulling you down with it. Kaji’s eyes skewed around the hallways like the crescent moon pouring in from the windows, light and filled with gradient, and the windows, which seemed to entwine together and form a door at the end of the hallway. Her cold mary jane’s, clacked and clinged loudly on the cold marble floor, as if she was stepping on glass. With a step of her soft black shoes, adorned with lace, a large
CRACK! hung in the silent dead of the night. The bitter and sickly sweet smell of the dew forming on the green grass, that lurked from behind the windows, seemed to fill the hallways. Kaji’s eyes began to tear as she continued to walk along the windows. Ever so stumbling and grabbing the window frames. Fear and memories filled her mind with the thoughts of what happened not long ago. The echoing of a sad song filled the hallways as she walked down them. Entranced by the music, she carried on. Her snow white dress shimmered in the sweet moonlight. The silhouette of a cat persuaded her to move and carry on her little adventure. Walking towards the cat, she fell intrigued and watched as the cat scurried out from her view, around a corner and towards the front doors. Running after the cat, she followed on with the chase. At one point, she busted through the front doors onto the green grass that seemed to be the only source of color among the grayscale world. Running across the grass, she fell after tripping on a rock. Getting back to her feet, she kicked off her shoes and ran across the school lawn. The cold and wet dew, stuck to her feet and seemed to chill her when a breeze would pass by unexpectedly. She continued to run after the black cat, not stopping. Running through the forest, she watched the agile cat hop over logs. Falling a few times, Kaji got back up and continued to follow the black cat. Finally the cat seemed to fall out of view, following it, Kaji ran at it, and later found herself falling. Hitting the ocean with a splash, she felt herself drift out of consciousness. Bubbles floated from her mouth to the top of the water and bursting with air. Her eyes closed and suddenly all the weight left her body. Now she was probably dead. Sooner or later someone would find her cold and limp body. Sometime.
~ Mizu
Mizu woke up to hear the sound of a gun go off. Bolting into a sit up right position in her bed, she looked around her baby blue room. The darkness filled the room and made everything distorted and sinister. Pulling out her secret flashlight from her nightstand, she flicked it on and shinned it across the room. Looking over at the bright circle around the light switch, she watched as it turned on and light filled the once evil, room. Now everything shinned like it came out of a fairy tale. A chandelier hung in the center of the room with sweet little lamp shades. Trying to bring her mouth to a reassuring smile, she couldn’t. With every try, it seemed as if her mouth was stitched shut. The pain brought tears to her eyes, and blood somehow trickled down her lips. Stopping from trying to open her mouth, she whimpered. The tears welled up in her eyes, sparkled in the light that graced the room. But sadly, Mizu looked weak and scared. As if she feared that someone was behind her, planning sinister things. She let a gulp go down her throat before blinking once, hoping the bad thoughts would go away. As she opened her eyes very slowly, she saw that the room was still the same, yet she still couldn’t open her mouth without pain and blood. Taking her hands, she covered her mouth before touching her soft and sweet pink lips. Feeling no string, she gave a mental sigh of relief. Falling out of bed as she scooted over to the edge, she fell onto the floor. Once more she tried to open her mouth into the scream, but the taste of blood filled her mouth. Whimpering once more, she got up and walked over to her bedroom door. Opening it up with a quick movement of the arm, she watched as her flashlight floated behind her. The flashlight floated in the air, shinning light everywhere, until it could turn on the rooms’ lights. She scuttled after it. Afraid of what lurked in the sinister dark. She was always afraid of the dark, but tried not to let that show. Finally she made her way into a lighted section of the hallways. Walking towards the nurse’s office, she opened her mouth, just in case it was something inside her room that prevented her. Feeling pain immediately, she continued to proceed to open her mouth. Finally being able to open her mouth, she heard the “RIP!” Of her mouth. Her lips seemed to have been stitched shut and now blood was rushing out. Blood stained her white nightgown. Leaving it a soaking red. Not a single trace of white remained. Running towards the nurse’s office, she fell and closed her eyes. Having lost too much blood, she felt her heart beat race until it stopped. Then it skipped a beat and resumed back to a calm pace. Finally it slowed down more, as if she was about to die any second. “Goodnight and goodbye.” Seemed to echo in her thoughts before finally losing her feeling of life.
~Ookami
Ookami walked among the cold windows in the dim lit hallways. Finally making his way into the dark arts classroom, he pulled out a can of spray paint. He had plans of destroying the teachers classroom. After all, Kaji did seem to have a crush on him and the damn teacher seemed to be rude. The teacher seemed somewhat young, and yet he was a teacher. The damn teacher should have known that you’re supposed to be wearing your shirt buttoned, not showing some of your abs or muscles or anything. That just provokes many things in which the students are partially responsible for. But most of the blame could be put on the teacher. Ookami sighed after looking around the what appeared to be abandoned, room. He walked over to the front board before spraying his red paint on the board in an “X” shape. Then he went around the room, completely covering up everything with the paint. It looked as if the red paint seemed to pour in through the windows and flooded the room, later after Ookami finished his paint job. Smiling competently, he gave a little chuckle before walking over to the teachers desk. He pulled open the drawer with his disposable gloves. He made sure that nothing could trace him back to the crime. Looking inside the drawers, he noticed nothing that seemed to be weird or perverted in anyway. Then Ookami felt the urge to start burning something. Taking off one of his gloves and pulling out matches from his pocket, he smiled and struck one, lighting the tip on fire. Then he threw it into Luke’s drawers before slipping on his glove, and then pushing the drawer back into the desk. Walking away from the desk after smelling the smoke seep out of the drawers, a smirk touched his lips. He walked out of the room and back into the hallway. He walked back to the twins’ dorm and sighed loudly. He was going to stay there for a while as he waited for the news of the vandalism to spread. Maybe he would be suspected. But no one could trace him back to the crime. Ah. The sweet pain of tyranny.
~Yasashii
Yasashii sighed as he walked back towards the school. He had found himself a job at a local restaurant as a chef. It had pretty good ratings, and since he was a assistant chef, he could probably bring the twins there sometime to try his new pies and muffins. He knew how to bake the most delicious of treats. Smiling sweetly, at his new accomplishments, he continued to walk back to the school. Finally walking through the cast iron gates, he stepped onto the sidewalk. Hearing his loud footsteps in the silence of the night. Only the sounds of the animals and grasshoppers seemed to echo in the distance. He finally made it to the steps, and made no hurry to walk up them. Then with a swing of his arm, he pulled open the large steel doors and stepped inside to the school. Walking back to his dorm room, he looked around the already lit rooms. "Hmmm." He said softly as he looked around the main room. Maybe Mizu was up. Unless Kaji went to a nightclub again..... She tended to do that sort of stuff. Always wanting to be the center of attention. And she was damn good at keeping the boys attention. Maybe it was her personality. Unless it was just her good looks. There was something about her that made guys follow her. Flirt nonstop and later be rejected when they weren't good enough. Nothing but a heart-breaker.
~Otaku
Otaku woke up once more to study as usual. Not like it helped. He really didn't need to study, since he had random bursts of intelligence basically all the time now. He let out a small sigh after he slipped on his glasses, walked over to his dresser, grabbed his clothes and then stepped into the bathroom. Within 15 minutes, he stepped out, smelling strongly of chlorine, which was his favorite smell, and dressed in pajama's. He didn't plan on going anywhere that day. Just mostly tired, and he wanted to study some more. Making sure he got things right. He walked over to his little shrine, and kissed the heart shaped bottle that contained his mothers ashes in it softly. He was greeting his mother and giving her a little hug too. He always believed in life after death and so he would forever cherish his mothers ashes. He smiled looking at the bottle, as if it was his mother. But then he realized that he had work to do, and then he quickly walked over to his desk. Pulling open the left top drawer, he pulled out books of great English literature. Maybe he would find something fascinating among his daily finds. He smiled and flipped open the book to a random page before reading. Apparently the book was about a girl who was now 24. Her father died from a horse accident when she was younger and her mother dated a guy. Apparently the new "father" was abusive of the mother and one night the little girl, when she was about 12, got out a gun and shot the new "father" as he was strangling the little girl's mother. But her mother was thrown at her, and then died from the gun, and then the girl continued to shot at the guy, and he lived after suffering through surgery later on. Only one thought made it through Otaku's thin skull. "Father".
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ooc: I got it done early and I had to remove picture for extra space…. Ps. Typing this up on Microsoft word, it was like 2 pages long and that’s just the entering of the text…. welll then.... dont expect me to post another rp post untilll i get back... but expect some ooc....<Telephone gaga and beyonce>