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The World of Wasted Dreams

Pls no pls save Akane pls

Also, welcome to the party, Rye. Time for some bloody high school fun.

Highschool RP

Interested

One by One - Mystery/Horror RP

Interested.

Camp Crystal Lake - Friday The 13th Roleplay

I've been wanting to do more horror games, hopefully I'll be accepted (and hopefully I'll actually finish the CS) :)

Chris WIP

Name:
Christina "Chris" Green

Age:
Nineteen

Gender:
Female

Bio:
Living the average life of an American young adult,

Appearance:
Chris is a rather tall girl, with a slim, breast-less body type and angular face. Her hair is cropped short and black, while her eyes are a deep green. Often makeup less, Chris was practically known around her school for having more freckles than anyone else, much to her dismay. Dresses in rather comfortable clothing, especially when at the camp, and has an array of tattoos on her arms and hands.

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I think Akane and Resan will be swell friends (:

Also

What if this RP was an anime and it had an opening?

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Day 0 - Hallway

The sudden presence beside her made Akane jump, but once she realized it was simply Nagatani Reiko, a soft smile of reassurance met her face. However, before she could even utter a single 'hello' the door was flung open and arms wrapped around her shoulders. Instantly, almost as if it was a set-in reflex, her hands reached up to grip the shoulders of her attacker tightly, preparing to throw him off, but once the familiar voice of Aito interrupted her thought-less attack Akane felt her grip loosen and she hugged him back, smiling widely.

"Don't be such a wuss, Ai-chan~" she mumbled, and then he pulled away and she was greeted with his usual cold eyes, but now they seemed rather unsure. Frightened. His right hand was loosely gripping at the hem of her sweater, shaking, and she felt her mouth draw into a thin, worried line as she began to scratch at her forearm. Aito eventually began babbling about the earthquake, meanwhile, Akane drew her attention to the shadow behind him, Shizune, who was quickly explaining their situation. But Akane couldn't believe a word of it. Or maybe she did. Unsure, unsure.

"We've all been dragged into a different dimension..."

Lies, lies. That's not possible. The music was getting closer quickly, and Akane felt her head pound painfully from the scrape and the countless questions she could not utter.

"There's no way to escape..."

What about Beni? Akane reached forward to clamp onto Aito's hand, squeezing it tightly as her mind began to pulsate with worry. How would she get home to cook for Beni? Who would take care of her? Beni, Beni... Oh, God, Beni! Tears quickly filled her gaze and she wiped them away, trying to calm her pounding heart and swelling lungs. The music was deafening, and nearly, but not entirely, drowning out Shizune's words.

"...hunt us down and kill us..."

"-kill us...

Akane let out a quiet gasp, squeezing Aito's hand until her knuckles were white. The music had stopped. Everything was still and silent. Akane scanned the room behind Shizune, and then glanced behind her back. Nothing. Something was wrong. The air was heavy, and the smell of something rotten filled her senses. Her gaze returned to Shizune, and the girl's red eyes were wide and frightened, looking not at them but behind them. And Akane felt her heart drop into her stomach as those words to enter the classroom were uttered. Behind them. Someone was behind them. Her head turned, slowly, and she felt a scream enter her throat at the sight of the man.

His arm was red, like the sky. His clothes black like the moon. His face, a mask perhaps, was as pale as Akane was. The man rose his right hand, which held a violin stick, to his left wrist, which was torn and bled heavily. Frozen, she watched with awe and disgust as the man began cutting the flesh. Music was once again produced, but now it was too loud, and the scene matched with the melody just made everything seem utterly awful.

'My heart is pounding, what is this feeling?'

Fear

With sudden, jerking movements she shoved Aito back into the room, and then as she turned to pull Reiko towards her the man's chest exploded and a foreign object wrapped around neck, instantly squeezing the air from her throat. A choked scream escaped for a moment and then Akane clamped her mouth shut, thinking it would be best to conserve her air. The creature, and at the same time it was strangling her and producing even more horrible creatures from the hole in it's abdomen. Her hands moved on their own, clawing at the air and then around her neck, tugging at the thin vein that constricted her breath. She managed to get her fingers beneath one of the ties and pull it, ever so slightly, looser, and air entered her lungs once again but was quickly cut off as the vein tightened and shook her. Akane squinted and struggled against the tightness around her throat, glancing around to see if anyone else was in trouble, and once her eyes settled on Reiko she began to struggle harder. Her hands were clawed and tugging at the vein, her eyes half open as the hold became tighter and tighter. There was no ground beneath her feet, just air, and she kicked froward, hoping to land a hit, but only met wind and the occasional splatter of blood against her legs.

"N-Nagatani... Shit." Akane gasped and lashed around as the veins tightened even more. Darkness cornered her vision, which was focused very clearly on Reiko, and slowly her head began to slump.

'No, no, stay awake. Don't lose. Nagatani-san needs help, help her. Don't die, if you die then Beni will... And everyone else...!'

Akane grunted instantly, head raising. Shaking hands clamped tightly around the taunt part of the vein, the strand that connected her to the man, and then began to pull. Rip. Shred. Destroy. Destroy. Everything was black and white, and she continued to pull, harder, harder.

"Like I'm gonna let you kill me, fucker!" Akane screamed suddenly, fear replaced by rage and motherly worry, and with one final pull the vein shuddered and gave. Air rang passed her ears, blood splattered against her face, and her legs hit the ground with a loud bang. Akane quickly balanced herself and lowered into a crouch instead of toppling, eyes narrowed with intensity, chest heavily rising and falling. A deep red surrounded her neck, and it would eventually purple and bruise. Something gleamed at her feet, and upon realizing it was Beni's necklace she snatched it up and slid it into her skirt pocket before turning to Reiko, staggering up quickly.

"Nagatani-san!" Her voice was hoarse, eyes wide, "Nagatani-san, hold on!" Akane reached up to grasp onto the vein that held the other girl, but a sudden pain sent her spiraling back into a wall out of reflex. Blood swelled from a cut on her calf, and she glanced up to glare at the herd of baby dolls that surrounded the man. They approached her, and the people in the class room. Her body was already beginning to feel heavy with exhaustion, and there was an unfamiliar wetness against the back of her neck. The scrape was bleeding again.

"Dammit, dammit!" she muttered, dodging another slash quickly. With a quick thought, she glanced around the hall, and eventually landed on the familiar shape of a school bag. Her school bag. With staggering strides Akane eventually grabbed her school bag and turned, holding it out like a weapon. This aura around them, this menacing aura, it was filtering her senses. Her mind was aching, yet she could feel the twinge of a smile on her face. Like the time with the pin and her ears. Or when she nearly leaped from the second story balcony of the school. Akane felt like she could do anything, and with that thought she ran, head-long, into the closest group of baby dolls to the door, swatting at them like flies. Her tactic was swat, jump back, jump back in, swat, which helped to manage to amount of injuries.

'If I can get most away... Then the others will be fine. Nagatani... Nagatani can handle herself...'

The room was getting darker and darker. No, stay awake, fight. Fight.

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It'd be wise to post today, in case we leave you behind by mistake (or not). That's my mind set anyway.

Also rip Akane and Reiko

Also would Akane be able rip free of the veins herself? She's stronger then most, but I don't know exactly how strong the creature is. Also it won't just be a break and flee, I'll add a pretty gruesome struggle.

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ShizunexShiori OTP

Also that chart is fabulous 10 outta 10

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Skyswimsky said
Feel free to suggest alternate art images for the relationship-chart. For example I use this for Shino:

Could it be possible for you to crop face of the photo I used? I can't find anything similar u0u'

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Day 0 - Before the Storm - Kabetake Household

"Beni!"

The familiar alarm echoed throughout the small apartment, loud footsteps chimed against old, creaking floor boards along with that cry, and Kabetake Beni tried her best to feign ignorance of the noises, shifting deeper under the plaid-designed comforter that covered her small body. The smell of eggs and burning bread almost drew her up again, but the bed was just so warm, so comfortable... The sounds were slowly approaching, a morning demon would eventually tear her out of the warm bed, and Beni let out a shuddering sigh. Perhaps it would be best to sit up, rather then be ripped free into the cold morning like usual. The doorknob shook, and then light from the living room and kitchen poured into the darkened room. Giggles replaced the calling, and soft footsteps slid across the floor, and quickly Beni sat up and yelled,

"I'm awake!" To which her sister, Akane, replied with a loud laugh. She grinned down at her groggy sister, lifting a hand to ruffle her already messy red hair. Beni reacted with a yawn, kicking off the covers. They conversed briefly, Akane explaining that breakfast and lunch for later was prepared and that she would be leaving earlier and staying a bit later after school today, to which Beni replied with nods and tired looks until her sister exited the still-dark room. The younger sister eventually stood, turning to her closet to prepare for her school day, unaware that their conversation just now would most likely be their last.

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Akane devoured her breakfast quickly, all while brushing out her long hair and watching the morning news from the tiny, old TV that sat on their kitchen counter. Weather reports, news from the night before, sad or uplifting stories, same old same old. Nothing changed, nothing mattered. At the table was her cellphone, and a small box. A present she had received the night before from Beni, a late birthday gift. Inside had been a lovely silver-chained necklace, and the ornament it showed was a small, silver disk. The front of the disk was the design of a clover, small and cute, while the back was inscribed with a small message that read: 'A little luck for Akane from Beni'. It was her new favorite accessory. Eventually, Akane swallowed her last bite and stood up, placing the dirty plates into the sink, and she turned back to the two-seat dining table. She reopened the gift box and quickly clipped on the necklace before grabbing her own bento box and school bag, calling out,

"I'm off!" Just as Beni exited her room. They shared a smile, and then Akane turned on her heels, slipped on her plain sneakers, and ran out into the cool morning sat that had sat, waiting, outside their open-air apartment complex halls. The school they both attended together wasn't far, only a few blocks, and normally they would walk together just an hour later, but today all of the Karate club had been instructed to arrive early to clean the dojo. It was hard work, but not unusual, and honestly Akane felt it would do some good for the club as a whole. And so, without another thought in her mind, she ran all the way to school, appearing as carefree as she normally would.

Day 0 - Before the Storm - Hideki High School

After cleaning up the dojo and running a few drills, Akane went along as she normally did with her school days, talking, trying to pay attention in class, laughing, listening, helping, working, and nothing seemed unusual. Her mind whirled with thoughts about what to make for dinner, gossip she had heard earlier, usual, usual, usual. During one class though, Akane had found her eyes wandering, and eventually settled them on Shizune, the mysterious transfer student. She frowned at the girl, eyes squinting, trying to decipher her expression or body movements as she normally did when she had a thought that someone she knew was feeling down, but no feeling of any sort entered her mind.

'Such a hard girl to read,' her mind whispered, 'it makes me... Sad?' Ideas of what emotion she felt whirled quickly into her thoughts, but no answer arrived. Only a feeling of emptiness. As usual.

The classes passed quickly, and eventually the final bell rang. All the students rose, bowed, and then were excused, and Akane rose and stretched, letting out a sound of pure bliss as the day was finally done. She turned her eyes downwards to the watch around her wrist, and then slowly stood, reaching for her bags so she could hurry off to the dojo once more for a club meeting, but someone caught her wrist, and she turned up to see the familiar face of the club president, Eni. The mature third-year stared down at her with vague, dull eyes. Another hard character to read,

"Practice is cancelled today, but I need you to do me a favor." the girl spoke with a low, harsh voice, which matched her menacing eyes and boyish haircut. Akane smiled in response and nodded, listening to her senpai's request. Eni nodded once she was through and then they parted ways, leaving behind a somewhat crestfallen Akane. She did really want to practice today, but in the end they were unable to because Eni had forgotten to write down a piece of paper work for the club. The girl, despite her angry-appearance, was rather shy, and had trouble talking to adults, so she entrusted Akane with getting it from their adviser and filling it out. After the classroom emptied a bit more she stood, collected her bags, and wandered down the teacher's lounge.

The paperwork took awhile, and Akane was easily distracted as the teachers slowly began to head out of the room, towards their cars to prepare dinners or attend important dates. She soon finished up, returned it to the club adviser, and bowed farewell before re-entering the hall. It was quiet, the sky was already beginning the darken with storm clouds, and Akane had a sudden feeling of dread. She didn't want to walk home alone. Her head slowly lowered as she began to think of people who would still be lingering around, and she finally settled on Aito, or Ai-chan, as she would always call him. The club he was in, the P.O.I.R, was probably still in session. Dragging him out would be easy. She giggled and started down the hall, mind tracing the paths that would lead to the creepy club room, but everything quickly went blank as the entire school was plunged into darkness.

"Eh... A power outage?" she murmured, glancing backwards. Silence... Oh shit, Ai-chan! He was afraid of the dark! Her pace picked up towards the room, an unfamiliar thumping beat against her own chest. Fear. Of what? The room was closer, and Akane thought she could faintly hear movement from inside.

"Ai-chan!" she called out, forcing the voice to stay calm and cheerful. She reached blindly out and managed to slide the door open, right as the shaking started. Violent tremors, familiar. An earthquake. Her next call was a yelp of pain as she slammed against the ground, losing her balanced from the sudden shaking. It was so dark, she couldn't see. She could hear though, screams. Most familiar. The members of the P.O.I.R perhaps? Shaking. Darkness. Screams.

"Ait-" Her voice cut as another powerful tremor sent her flying out of the doorway, slamming the door. She tumbled back into the hall with a cry, losing consciousness as she crashed against the far wall of the hall and slumped down onto the tiled floor. Silence.

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Day 0 - Hallway
'Music...'

A beautiful sound, violins strummed out a sobbing melody that managed to wake Akane just slightly. Her eyes wavered, focusing only on the familiar, closed door of the P.O.I.R club. Pain filled her head as she tried to sit up, so much so that she simply gave up and fell back onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. Something cool rested against her cheek, and with curiously fingers she reached for it and ended up discovering her sister's necklace. She smiled once, then refocused on staring above, trying to calm her beating head, and then she noticed it.

The sky, it was red. From where she lay, just by the hallway windows, Akane had a perfect view of the sky, and it was red. Blood red. Empty. Akane once again tried to sit up, her teeth clenching tightly, and was soon kneeling high, using the wall as a crutch. Her eyes forcefully scanned the outside world, and confusion mingled with her pain. Instead of the familiar Hideki courtyard and school walls there was just a sea of black trees. The sky, which had been black with storm clouds just before she was knocked out, was red, and a black moon hung in the air.

"Where..." Music interrupted her thoughts again. That violin, where was it coming from? Akane cringed as she stood up fully and then ran a hand through the hair at the back of her head. Something warm and wet met her finger tips, and she pulled back quickly as soon as she realized it was blood. Nothing else about her showed symptoms of instead brain damage, she wasn't exactly dizzy or sick, maybe a bit confused, but nothing more. Akane disclosed it as a scrape... But... No, don't worry about yourself! The others, in the room! Her heart thumped, but she managed to stay calm and turned towards the club room again. She reached out and, rather strangely, knocked instead of ripping it open.

"H-hello?" She called, voice strained, "i-it's Kabetake... Akane. Are you guys okay in there... Are you in there at all?"

Her voice trembled. The music, was it getting closer?