The Jazz school of Soul Combat (RP)

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Welcome to JSSC! We are so glad for you to drop in, and if you are already enrolled within the school, do not hesitate to help the stragglers along every step of the way!
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Now students, do be on the best behavior and keep your head up and remain strong for the battles ahead!
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ic:The dull spark of her heart was racing as sweat drenched her brows, the girl was completely helpless as the nightmare spiraled over and over again in her head. She was still in her bed, unconsciously writhing as a small and tense breath escaped her pale pink lips, the dear girl couldn't awake from the pitying slumber. All she wanted to do was scream manically, alert someone but every scream she had was just still, suppressed and replaced with a peaceful breath. She couldn't face what she was dreaming, she just couldn't stop it--
Hands clenched to the ebony grip of the pulsing scythe to her, chains wrapped around her wrists as enemy upon enemy piled upon her path of bloodied fate. All the golden rank was doing was just laughing, blood thirsty as her scythe slew everyone in sight from appendages to head, to bodies to simply scratching the skin to rake it away. Either way, blood was spilled. It was killing her physically but mentally she was lifted free as the blood warmly hit her hands and fingers. Childish laughter splayed as she began to kill faster and faster, reveling into the effects. Her crimson eyes catching one more person in the mix, her small feet stepping past and going in effect. she spun the large scythe across her fingers, swinging it before pausing all together. The sharp end halting right at the neck and a little trickle appeared. Eyes meeting white hair, a graceful smile and soft hands.
"M-Mom?" The sixteen year old whispered, tears gathering in her eyes as she forced the scythe to dissipate from thin air. The girl hesitantly stepped, going towards her mother and embracing her. "Mom, I've missed you so much!" Nagisa whispered, burying her face into her chest and began to laugh happily once more. A pulsing sensation in her blood caused her to move back, seeing her mother's lips mouth her name before she slumped to ground, quivering in pain. Nagisa went down with her, hands gathering in her hair. "Mom!" she cried, swallowing hard as the ethereal illusion disipated, leaving her in the room of blood. No cadavers seen, no one was there but she.
The pulsing grew, a bright lavender hue starting to appear. She was growing weak and soon placed her hand at her heart--where the pain was--the handle of the scythe appearing as she yanked it out of her. Wincing, she drew the large blade as it appeared, her crimson eyes grew lifeless and hypnotized as if ready to kill once more.--Nagisa's fingers curled over the blue covers that were over her slender and clothed body. She was close to the wall and in the lower bunk so one foul movement, she was vulnerable to hurt herself. And that only happened once every blue moon, when she wasn't expecting any other way, anyways. Her lips closed and she began to inch closer to the wall, head just lightly resting there with the brown door ajar. If anyone was inside the dorm with her, they were in for a rude awakening.

ooc: Why thank you, I hadn't meant to but it was the first thing that popped into my mind. xD
It's about to lighten up soon anyways. Hanzo's just about to wake her up with an air horn so...

To start, all your characters are going to do is wake up so I mean... I just took it from there so have them wake up or something. ^^;

ooc: Lol, Sheena, you can always edit when you're more awake or something. :P

Ooc; It's good but I can't help but wonder if they're or not. Tora, specifically.

ooc: Hehe, well, you can blame me for that one. ^^; saiumi, you're too slow. I gotta post, sowwy

ic:Crimson eyes opened and she began to spill out the shouts she had placed inside her, tears spilling out of her eyes for a moment as she was clouded with such thoughts of the dream, she was just adjusting to the surroundings about her. It was simply growing within her--the fear. She soon exhaled a shaky breath, twisting her head over to see that the alarm was blaring in her ears , was she really in that deep on sleep? The girl blinked once more, squealing in shock before pulling back the covers and rushed out of the bed. She shut off the alarm and quickly filed into the white door, pulling back the curtains to take a shower. Mist swirled around as she began to quickly dip in and jump out as she could possibly manage.
Somehow, she was even able to place herself into a white long sleeved shirt and brilliant vermillion skirt that just narrowly met her lower thighs, slipping a hand in the pockets and rushed out. She didn't bother to brush out the messy ends of her long ivory hair, or even collect her backpack. Almost immediately, she ran in a blurry fashion. Heart racing as she ran, the brown flats were cackling against the marble flooring as she ran. The almost endless hallways finally stopping right in front of a large blue door, a picture of a child and a taller figure plastered right in front of it, both stick figures and holding hands with a smile on thier faces. The child with an arrow suspended upwards that said 'Nagisa' and the taller figure said 'Daddy'
Nagisa groaned. Why did she have to have his class? Her fathers? The one who used to be the best of the best and now was dropping down to a stupid steel. She just about had the nerve to smack him a few for slacking around like this. Mother wouldn't have wanted that. Nagisa thought, battling to keep the thought inside. But as she entered the classroom--with sopping white hair still--she noticed that her father wasn't even in the room. Where could he be? Twisting her lips to the side, she began to look around. There wasn't many familiar to her--except a couple because of the high class. Haruna was one of them and the other was Silver.
Though, she didn't consider them rivals. In fact, she considered them...mentors in way. She wanted to be just like them--idols! That was the word! The girl smiled warmly as she set eyes upon the redheaded girl, she began to walk up and sit by her. "Good morning, Haruna." The gold rank whispered, crimson optics wavering on her to focus on her fingers and features to observe her, a slight thing she did. A tick more like to observe the person before her due to motions they did. It seemed that she was rather bored, and almost instantly Nagisa looked away. Shivering with dread. Surely enough, her father would show. It was almost a matter of time before the embarrassment began.