~Kurosumi~ (A Horror RP) {Advanced} [PG-16] (We have started)

[Fen.]

[align=center]"It only took her twelve brush strokes to complete the painting. If only she knew what she had created."

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~An artist's deadliest weapon has, and always will be his intentions~

~An artist's deadliest weapon has, and always will be his intentions~

 

~KUROSUMI~

(~Black Ink~)

(~Black Ink~)

 

[align=center] Strange things have been happening in the town of Kurosumi. Words have been dissapearing from books. Pictures have become blank. Color fades from the bilbords. Towns people have been dissapearing. The weather has become erratically different.

 

Who would ever want to visit here?[/align]

 

[align=center]Why you of course.

That's right. You and your class mates at New York City want to spend a whole two weeks there! The Japanese culture club in your High School has planned an all expenses trip to Kurosumi. You cannot wait to get there and sightsee with all of your freinds. Little do you or any of your peers know the absolute danger and terror you will experiance there.[/align]

 

[align=center]Advanced RP is Advanced.

Accepted Members

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[spoiler=.:Midnight Thief:.]Name: Domonic Carter L'Couye (Pronounced La Coo Yay)

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance(Pic or descriptions): He's five ft 6. Average build, he's a bit muscular, but not noticeably muscular. Usually wears zipped down hoodies and skater shirts. Wears glasses (but he doesn't need them). Besides a few freckles here and there, his face is immaculate. His dyed white blue hair falls into his eyes at times, so he usually keeps it spiked up.

Strengths: He can think fast on his feet, has a witty mind. An overall quick thinker. If attacked, he has the strength to push back.

Weaknesses: Can tend to be nerdy. Has typical Nerdy quirks (Allergies, Manga-Anime fan, Smarty). Tends to think with his emotions at times.

Bio: Domonic (or Dom) has had a pretty easygoing life. His grades have been nice, his parents are easy to deal with, and he even had a steady girlfriend his sophomore and Junior Year. Now entering the end of his junior year, he is looking forward to the amazing trip he and his friends will embark on. Ever since he was a kid he wanted to learn more about Japanese culture. Even though his father pushed him to study his French ancestry, he has always been fascinated with Japan. All his life however, he was ridiculed for his obsession with Anime. People made fun of him, teased him, and picked on him. His other kind of geeky quirks didn't help him in life. But he flourished in High School. Now the head of the Drama League, President of the Japanese culture club, and even an honors student. Life is finally looking up for him.

Why you joined the Japanese Culture Club: For all the Anime/Manga Culture and for the possible trip.

 

[spoiler=Rinne]Name: Kenneth Graywell

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Appearance: He's tall and compactly muscular, due to his athletic training, yet Kenneth's face doesn't seem to match this, being somewhat narrow and thin, but with hazel eyes that seem to be happy. He always has a slight smile on his face, as if he knows something that you might not. Kenneth usually wears plain T-shirts and jeans with basic sneakers. He doesn't like fancy clothing that much.

Strengths: He's on the basketball team, so Kenneth's naturally athletic, especially with his stamina and jumping strength. He also has a mind that's designed to analyze and make decisions quickly, so he has a knack of getting out of tight situations. Finally, Kenneth has learned to memorize things easily through learning kanji, so he can easily remember information.

Weaknesses: Kenneth's a natural-born leader, and therefore can find it difficult to accept the plans and ideas of others. He also has a bullish streak, and loves to take control of things without considering the consequences.

Bio: Being 1/4 Japanese via his paternal grandmother, Kenneth has always had an interest in Asian culture, and therefore took up Japanese at age 10 so he could eventually go to Japan to get in touch with his roots. However, he soon got drawn into the ways of life of the country, and when he entered high school, he joined the culture club in order to "formalize" his learning and actually go somewhere. However, he still has room for sports at school, particularly basketball. Splitting his time between the time, though, can be somewhat difficult...

Why you joined the Japanese Culture Club: "I wanna get back in touch with my heritage a bit more."

 

[spoiler=Axle C.]Name: Axle Comuteza

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance(Pic or descriptions):

Strenghts: His fighting abilities, his flexibility, his quick thinking, his cruel personality, and his knowledge of weaponry.

Weaknesses: His cruel personality (( yep, both a strength, and a weakness! )) and the fact that he's antisocial.

Bio: Not much is known about Axle. According to people that live by him, his father was a war veteran that soon became abusive towards Axle when Axle's mother passed away. Due to his father's abusiveness, Axle has grown up to become the same as his father. Cruel and cold.

Why you joined the Japanese Culture Club: He hoped to get to go to Japan, and, well, it worked.

 

[spoiler=Silver Lining]Name: Roxii Kingdom

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance(Pic or descriptions): [spoiler= lol, negative the gigantic tits]

 

Strenghts: Observance, stregth, solid thinker

Weaknesses: Always tired, very zany, is an epilepic

Bio: .. No idea yet.

Why you joined the Japanese Culture Club: Somewhat interested in other governments and political views.

 

 

[spoiler=Fenrir]Name: Marcus Thomas Jager

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance(Pic or descriptions): Tad bit shorter than the average height for his age. He has short black hair, and usually wears a black hoodie with a white tee under it. He also usually wears cargo pants, with grayish sneakers. He has amber eyes, and is lightly tanned.

Strengths: He is tactical in a sense, and can analyze almost any situation, and then providing a solution or conclusion. That said, he is also quite skilled with technology, able to hack at an intermediate level.

Weaknesses: He is uncomfortable in water, and generally fears large fish. Sharks are even worse, as he'll freeze up at the sight of them. He also despises needles, which means he also doesn't like most people in the field of medicine. Also, a good looking girl. If a girl he finds cute asks him to do something, he will most likely do said thing on the spot. This changes depending on age difference.

Bio: Dominic was born to a German dad and American mom. He grew up tinkering stuff, often dismantling bikes or anything else he could get his hands on. He was a bit insecure around new people, and was considered timid. By the time he entered high school, this was gone, and he was fairly outgoing.

Why you joined the Japanese Culture Club: He thought it would be an interesting way of seeing a different culture, and to be able to travel.

 

[spoiler=Kuja The Magnificent]Name: Raegen McThormy

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance(Pic or descriptions):

Strenghts: He is a decent flute and oricana player, and always has a flute with him. He loves to just sit around, playing on his flute, all for himself.

Weaknesses: He has recently become very ill from an unknown disease, which makes his lungs and throat sore, resulting in numerous coughs and TBC attacks.

Bio: Raegen seems to have given up on life since the day he was diagnosed with his disease, and just hangs around in a dark corner, not wanting to be social. He is the kind of guy that would ignore cries for help and just walk away, lingering in his own problems. The butterfly over his hand seems to have been stuck to him for some time, and he has got use to its prescence, allowing it to hang around.

Why you joined the Japanese Culture Club: He was forced by his parents, in an attempt to make him more 'social'.

 

[spoiler=Sakuya Izayoi]Name: Alice Hutchins. Affectionally called Ali by her friends.

 

Age: 18, a senior.

 

Gender: Female.

 

Appearance: Her long brunette hair is divided into two long braids, coming down to her shoulders. Atop her hair, lie a classic blue beret. Her eyes are a dark shade of blue, and her hands are soft and elegant. Her figure is nice, however, she is still a bit self-conscious, due to her being, well, flat-chested. She's kind of short, but not too much. About 5"2, I guess.

 

Strenghts: She's quite intelligent, but her real strength comes from her reckless late-night behavior, of which no one around her knows of. She's quite accustomed of hiding around and looking at her... "Partner" for the night from afar. Checking to see signs of mental stability.

Basically, she has some espionage skills.

 

Weaknesses: She has little athletic ability.

 

Bio: "So, do you wanna meet?" Alice said seductively over the phone, to a man whom sounded much older then her. Soon, Alice thought, she would have the man wrapped in her fingers. She would control his movement. Such a great feeling, a feeling of being in power and control.

Alice was obsessed with this feeling, to say the least.

 

Out of all her school friends (whom have all long since moved away) she was the only one not a virgin. This was when they were sixteen.

 

Alice has played around on some online chats. But before meeting the person in real life, she'd check them out from a distance, and try to determine their mental stability. The last thing she wanted was to sleep with a murderer... No matter how exhilarating the idea was, being able to control a murderer...

 

She always had trouble balancing her reckless life and her school one. But she managed. It did exhaust her, though. She sometimes wondered what kind of a person she was.

 

Was she evil? For manipulating these men like this for personal gain?

Or was it them, for taking advantage of her?

Who's the greater sin?

 

Why you joined the Japanese Culture Club: It was strange really. Adding another thing to her busy schedule full of sex and school work. But, she thought it'd be fun. At least, that's what she wrote on the paper they had to fill out at the beggining.

 

In all honesty, she just wanted in the teacher's pants. No, wait. She wanted the teacher wrapped around her finger. How fun would that be, right?

 

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Reserved

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xxXShadiusXxx

 

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Our story begins one School afternoon. In the Hallways of Hawthorne High.

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[Marly]

Alice licked her lips slowly, her eyes were giving off a sort of mystic look as she dazed off into space. School had just let off, and The Japanese Culture club was waiting for her.

 

Well, to be more precise, the teacher was waiting for her. Or maybe she was waiting on the teacher. In any case, Alice was going to join this club. And before the semester ends, she'll have the teacher, heck, the entire club, dangling in her hands. So what if she couldn't appeal to the girls? Seducing the teacher was surely enough.

 

She opened the door, fashionably late, with that deep look in her eyes. And she said, in a slow, sexy voice.

 

"Sorry I'm late, professor."

 

At 'professor" she had licked her lips slowly. Her face was covered in make-up, but just the right amount. Her hair was brunette, with two braids reaching down to her shoulders. She was wearing quite a revealing dress, attempting to show cleavage, but, to be blunt, she failed. Mainly due to the lack of breasts, she was as flat as a pancake. But that had never hurt her chances before.

 

She walked up to the teacher, and shook hands with him, putting on a fake smile to give a good impression. She made sure to keep up her sexy appearance. The teacher asked her name, in which she replied "Alice Hutchins, but you can call me Ali, sir." After the handshake, she turned around, and headed to the seats.

 

She took a seat down in front of the teacher, and looked him in the eye with that hypnotizing stare. She more or less ignored everyone else in the group. The teacher was her goal. The other's were just in her way.

[Fen.]

The teacher gave her a sort of quick check. Glancing at her, he could tell she was a bit more promiscuous than the other ladies that attended the school. He gave a sigh, scratching the back of his head in awkwardness. He looked at her once again, filing a mental note in his head for future reference. He cleared his throat as Alice took her seat right in front of him.

 

"Um....Miss Hutchins?" He started, leaning back in his swivel chair. He breathed out slowly, as if her were watching it escape his lips. He then looked right at Alice with a smile.

 

"Club starts in twenty minutes......you're the only one here," He said with a light chuckle, pointing to the clock that cleary read 2:10.

[Marly]

...Had she gotten the time wrong?

No matter, being early is just as good as being fashionably late. Not only does it leave a good impression, but the short time they have alone could make the difference between her success and failure. However, she was quite confident that she would win him over.

Who wouldn't fall for this, right?

 

"So, teach," She said, trying to sound as innocent and affectionate as she could, "I really love your hair. Who does it?" Alice put on that little fake smile again, and pretended to be really interested on who it was that did his hair. Heck, she actually thought his hair was too boring and normal, but her mind was set on other things.

 

I'll have him in no time. she thought coolly, stroking her shining brunette hair and popping a piece of gum into her mouth. She chewed it slowly.

[fenrir]

"Sorry I'm late!"

 

Dominic burst through the door, only to realize he still had time left. "Ah crap..." he looked around, only the teacher and Alice were in the room. He shrugged to himself, and walked over to his seat, which was about all the way to the left. As he sat down, he put his legs up, and took out a Rubik's cube. He started to mess around with it, not really paying attention to anything else.

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

Raegen sighed as usual, dragging his feet through the hallway as he made his way to the Japanese Club Room. His pale skin was slightly paler than usual, and he coughed each and every minute. He sighed, and thought about how hopeless this was. His parents had literally FORCED him to join this thing, and he didn't know what to do. As he seemed hopeless, a small flutter was heard, as his amber butterfly sat on his shoulder. Smiling faintly, he opened the class door, seeing Dom and Alice. "Sry for bein' late..." he sighed, and gave out another slight cough.

[fenrir]

"Yo." That was the only word he could spare, as he was to busy missing around with his Rubik's cube. It wasn't that hard, but he just wanted to mess around. After all, if he finished it before everyone came, he wouldn't have anything to do. That being said, he was going a bit fast, and he simply pocketed the toy and sighed.

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

Raegen sighed, and sat down on a desk next to Dominic, the butterfly fluttering around Dom's head before returning to Raegen's left shoulder, safely away from Dominic, who sat on Raegen's right side. Raegen coughed again, and with reflexes like a whip, he pulled a paper piece over his mouth. When he removed it, there were stains of dark red blood. "Dam' coughin'..." he wheezed with a sore voice, tossing the paper into a trash can.

[bury the year]

"Uh, hey." Poking his head in through the open door, Kenneth eyed the room nervously. This was the one place in the building that he wouldn't be publicly caught dead in, although secretly he somewhat enjoyed the thrill of the moment. The metaphorical sticking your hand in a cookie jar when rumor had it that someone was using it as a scorpion tank. It was common knowledge and even more common sense that you shouldn't mingle too much with those outside your clique. If you did, you could end up being ostracized by those who accepted you in the first place. However, in Kenneth's instance, it was a risk worth taking.

 

Stroking back a thin strand of longish blond-brown hair behind his ear, the teen quickly looked down in a self-conscious manner, checking over his appearance. He was wearing his basketball jersey over a white T-shirt and blue jeans, a nice simple wardrobe that would still tell people his social status. Ironically the worst thing to have worn. Whatever. Beyond his control now. Striding into the room with a confident stride that obviously attempted to cover up his insecurity, he picked the seat closest to the door and slumped down into it, trying to have people avoid the fact that a star basketball player was in a geek club.

[fenrir]

Dominic raised his head in surprise. It was actually pretty weird. Kenneth? Wasn't he some basketball star? What's he doing here? Those thoughts ran through his head. After all, it was pretty odd for someone in the 'popular' clique to be here. It made him a bit uneasy.

[Fen.]

The teacher glanced over his desk, examining the anxious sardines in his can. It seemed smaller than it really should. He could have sworn that more people had signed up earlier in the school year. He made a check on his attendance board. He called names of adolecent acne machines one by one, each one giving a "Present," or "here teach'", he even got a "Yo" from a fort of interesting kid. He gave an irritated cough, and then took a secret swig of Chivas from his water bottle (He says it's Iced Tea) to clear his throat.

 

"Alright......class," he said listlessly. The students could tell that he did not want to be tending to the bottom of Hawthorne's barrel. He had rather be home.......being tended to by his girlfriend. Last night she did some rather interesting tending to him. He slowly drifted off into that thought, but was instantly brought back to earth by a cough from one of the students, "well, it seems that three of our members has not decided to attend with us on time," he said, flipping a page from his clipboard. "Smart kids....." he muttered unknowingly to himself away from the other students.

 

OOC: Um, Fenrir, we have the same names for CHaracters. Which one of us is switching?

[fenrir]

((*Shrug* I generally use this name a lot. So I guess I'll switch?))

 

Marcus raised an eyebrow. Apparently more students were supposed to come. He had never thought a class like this would have more than this amount of students. In fact, he thought he and 2 others would really be the only ones here. I guess this made things more interesting. Still, the thought of more students coming made him shiver.

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

Raegen just shrugged. Frankly, he didn't care a sh!t about more student attending to the class. He changed seat, and sat near a corner of the room. A dark one, of course. His butterfly fluttered after him, sitting in his hair as he sat down near his desk. He coughed again, but no blood gushed out like the last time.

[Fen.]

The teacher placed his attendance clipboard on the desk before him. The students were alarmed when he suddenly rose from his desk slowly. The teacher stood at around 5"9. He had sandy brown hair. It was slightly curly, ending at his ears. His face was etched with stress wrinkles, a frown plastered to his featured. His slightly cerulean eyes glazed over across the students. His nose was slightly too big for his face, Jewish, probably. He was of some muscular build. He could probably beat the snot out of someone who ticked him off. He turned around to face the chalkboard as he said the next sentences.

 

"Yes, we are missing a Mr. Comuteza, a Miss. Kingdom, and a Mr. L'Couye," he muttered, grabbig a peice of chalk from the board. With quick swishes of his wrists, he wrote down his name on the board.

"My name is Mr. Easter. No...not like the holiday, so shut it." He said with a sigh, continuing to write on the board.

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

"Whatever, I just don't care..." Raegen mumbled, and sat there in the corner, staring at his butterfly friend. He sighed slowly, and took his hand towards it. Surprisingly, it didn't bugde or make a run for it, but just sat there on his palm, as his finger gently stroked its back. "Beauty comes in many shapes, sizes, and species...like a rose on the summer eve...or a leaf as red as blood...falling in the autumn season...*sigh* so many wonders...and I seem to have been blinded from these wonders..." Raegen stopped petting the butterfly, and stared into the grey-colored wall for a minute.

[fenrir]

Marcus started coughing. "Emo." finished. "Sorry, lately I've gotten some pretty nasty coughs." He gave an innocent smile, closing his eyes during that moment. He loved to jab an insult here and there everyone and a while, and Raegen was probably the easiest target. Then again, his underlying scheme was a bit different. He didn't come here just to learn about some culture he honestly didn't care about.

 

Well, maybe he did.

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

"Then perhaps you've gotten the same disease I have..." Raegen calculated. "It started out as a few coughings, then to a sore throat and weak lungs...then the TBC attacks. It's a rare disease, and few get it..." he added, turning to Marcus, looking at him through his blue, dangling hair with his black eyes. "You seem to be picking on others for your own entertainment, is that correct?"

[fenrir]

"Just because I have one symptom doesn't necessarily mean I have that disease. Coughing is a symptom for many things." His tone changed to a more offending one. He raised an eyebrow. "And apparently you like to speak of false facts?" He asked, his face becoming more lax. He did have a point though. Insulting others for entertainment was quite fun.

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

"Hm, I see that you've taken my point." Raegen shrugged. He knew that Marcus thought he had a point about the whole 'insulting others for fun'-part. He shrugged, and dug in his pockets, finding some nectar in a jar. In an instant, his butterfly fluttered to his hand as he opened the jar, its small trunk extending to sip at the nectar. Raegen smiled, and petted the butterfly. "Delicate creature..." he said, and chuckled quietly as the butterfly finished, and flew up to his shoulder.

[Silver Lining]

~ For the love of sh*t, why?!! Why must I be stuck in this craphole called WORK!? ... [/topic.] Someone catch me up. Too lazy to read. ~

[fenrir]

((Since I pity the fact that you were at work, Everyone is arriving at the classroom, and me and Kuja got into a bit of an argument. Nothing much really. So you just show up at the classroom I guess. =/))

[Silver Lining]

~ Thanks. ~

 

Roxii entered the classroom, screening all of the other pathetic students in the room, evaluating which she would allow to ''socialize'' with her. Very seldom looked sane, varying from gothic to witty moron to love-struck to plain old stupid. This trip wasn't exaclty voluntary, although she had promised her parents she would behave. She didn't keep her promises most of the time, but this was different. It depended on the relationship between her and her boyfriend Ronald. For him, she was going to plaster on a smile like the Martinique everyone expected her to be.

[fenrir]

Marcus rolled his eyes. He had seen that expression numerous times. Every girl has done it more than once in her life, and it was annoying. He hated smiles for the particular reason. Someone might be smiling, but you don't know what they're thinking. They're probably thinking "Wow, this guy's a creep." Yet saying, "Nice to meet you." With a smile of course. That's what smiles were. Tangible lies. He gave a quick smile, as to say hello, and then returned to his lax expression.

 

God, he was a hypocrite.

[Silver Lining]

Roxii's eyes widened, still wandering throughout the room. Eying the boy who had just smiled back at her, she smirked. Typical. A feeble attempt at trying to return the favor. It was of course a failure, but she didn't want to be rude, so she sauntered over to him. "Hello...." Roxii said in that real low voice that seemed to intimidate people. It wasn't on purpose, but she had just gotten so used to it that it was pretty much became a part of who she was.

[fenrir]

Marcus looked at her, an eyebrow raised is if saying 'why the hell did you come here?'. "Hey." He simply replied. He was at loss of words. After all, he was just waiting for the class to start. Wait. She knew what he had done, yet she walked over here anyways? In his mind, that was the start of something bad.