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High School of the Dead RP [Closed]

Kurogane and Megumi may break off from the group later on in the RP, to head to their mansion/compound for some things. Or, if it happens in the IC, you guys can come.

High School of the Dead RP [Closed]

This guy was really asking for it.

The anger that Kurogane constantly kept inside of his body, taut, like a chain wrapped around a struggling dragon, began to jerk and convulse; the tell-tale sign that he was about to rip a douchebag a new one. His bokken's hilt, leathered and glinting, suddenly appeared leaning outside of his bag, and Kurogane gripped it until his knuckles popped. In a flash, it was slicing through the air, an audible 'whistle' hissing from the pure power that the drawing of the wooden blade merited. He completely disregarded the boy's words, instead, moving forward in deliberate, slow steps, eyes shadowed by his hair as he got ready to throw the boy off the roof, leap down, and finish him off there; even he didn't want his sister to see what was about to happen to trash...The last word was murmured audibly, Kurogane not even noticing.

In a blur, he was in front of the boy, bokken pressed against the boy's forehead...and then his stomach grumbled. Inspite of himself - despite the fiery crimson aura raging about his form, Kurogane's cheeks reddened slightly, and his scowl turned down-right murderous. With a dismissive snort, he abruptly turned around, a lock of crimson hair slapping against Aki's cheek with an audible 'SWAP' that would certainly leave a red mark for a while. Sitting down beside his sister, Kurogane sighed and leaned back, tension leaving his form as he grabbed an apple slice and tossed it into his mouth.

Obviously, his hunger was more important, and the trash, Aki, was no longer in his brain. The boy was nothing more than garbage to the cold young man now.

High School of the Dead RP [Closed]

Ah...heh. Kurisa, any idea on when the blood begins?

High School of the Dead RP [Closed]

Raining's colon is currently being whipped.

She'll post shortly.

High School of the Dead RP [Closed]

Wat.

High School of the Dead RP [Closed]

Kurogane shared a stoic, briefly annoyed glance with his sister, at the pure ignorance the boy was displaying. He honestly didn't understand why the students skipped. He and his sister didn't really have to go to the majority of their classes, and it was something that their father spoke with their principal about; they were heavily tutored at home...very, very heavily tutored, and so they acted more as...'Prefects' at the school, moreso than students, although they were, undeniably students. Them being able to go wherever they wanted in the school may also have something to do with the fact that the principal was shit-scared of both Kurogane and his Father, so that was a thing. An amusing thing, to be sure.

His voice was cold and stoic as he casually walked forward, both hands resting in his pockets. With nimble fingers, he flicked the can to the side, sending it careening towards the railing, where it uneasily balanced itself on the edge. "Detention. Go to class." Only one word needed to be spoken. It was a warning; if he refused to get up and go to class, then he would be in pain. Literally. His body would be eviscerated.

High School of the Dead RP [Closed]

Yup. Feel that breeze.

High School of the Dead RP [Closed]

Yeah, I edited it to just one skipper, lol.

Sooo ready for ze zombies.

High School of the Dead RP [Closed]

If you don't mind me asking, what did you edit?

Also, does anyone know who's all on the roof? I want Kurogane to know who to level his over-9000 watt glare at.

Candlewick [CLOSED]

Name: Garren Scallder

Age: 21

Appearance: Garren is tall, standing at around 6 feet exact or so, with a compact, lean, and defined build that shows that he exercises daily, wherever his past life lied. His hair is a deep brown, while his skin possesses a fair complexion - neither tanned, nor overly pale. He carries himself well, with shoulders back and eyes straight. Speaking of eyes; they are, by far, some of the oddest ones. A yellow...or is it golden? Amber? Whatever, his eyes are that distinct color, with an almost...slitted pupil. It could just be a genetic mutation, or maybe just the trick of the light. It's best not to dwell. When he awoke, Garren awoke with a v-necked, white t-shirt, a light, tan colored jacket with black edgings and a hood, along with lightly torn jeans and combat boots.

Occupation: Courier

Personality: Garren is a sharp-witted, confident young man with a cool demeanor and a level-headed mind. Sarcasm is on the tip of his razor-sharp tongue. He deals with situations without breaking a stride, although his patience isn't a strong-suit, and often times he could snap in anger whenever someone goes to great lengths to piss him off. Often, when things goes his way, he gains a smirk that has swooned many a women in the past; apparently, his personality, and rougish good looks made him a charmer in a past-life. Who'd known? Let nobody say that Garren isn't a crafy sunnavabitch, however. Guy could make a proton cannon out of three sheets of scrap metal and a vulture's egg. That's besides the point. He's resourceful, cool-headed, smart, and has a pretty volatile temper if you push him; that's the gist of things.

History: Garren comes from a time of heavy tension - approximately 2452, as far as the specific date is concerned. He was born underneath an average mother and father, got into some trouble, and stole his dad's hover-bike at the age of sixteen, after having to escape a bunch of smugglers that he had accidentally walked in on. As laser bullets blasted around him, Garren flipped the bike's light-speed mode and promptly blasted out of the country, into unfamiliar territory. There, he had no name, no history, and promptly, he got a job delivering packages in between different states, using his dad's hover-bike as a means of transportation. That's all, really; in his history, he was a courier, that had to escape some sticky situations, make some hair-rising deals, bang some hot women, and generally live life.