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[There's a familiar face wandering the new terrain but there's something rather odd about him. He seems lost and more nervous than one might expect, but he doesn't seem scared, just cautious.]




[OOC: AU information here]
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[ her worship returns.

xigbar has disappeared from the dressing room for a long time, but today she finds herself playing audience again — sitting down on top of the tram with her legs crossed over one another, whistling loudly whenever she sees a familiar face. will they catch her, or will they ignore her? because if it's the latter, it will be something to get off the tram for.

the heart always finds its way; the girl with the red hood, braig, is around and has been for a few days — and accompanying her is a little black puppy. she believes it to be a normal wolf puppy who lost its way, which is something different from the multitude of cats that she keeps on bumping into. therefore, she decides to keep it. if anyone objects, she will send it off to someone to bite — something to learn a.s.a.p., she believes. with a change of clothes ( a black, long-sleeved turtleneck, pants and knee-high kitten-heeled leather boots that fits her like a charm ), sans her favourite hood, she is outside and trying out the winter weather for once. typically, she hates it because it's too cold. however, for now, she decides to grin and bear it — see if she will get used to it.

the direwolf pup barks rather fiercely at the first person it sees that's not her.
]
[identity profile] shootingdown.livejournal.com
[ her worship returns.

[livejournal.com profile] shootingdown has disappeared from the dressing room for a long time, but today she finds herself playing audience again — sitting down on top of the tram with her legs crossed over one another, whistling loudly whenever she sees a familiar face. will they catch her, or will they ignore her? because if it's the latter, it will be something to get off the tram for.

the heart always finds its way; the girl with the red hood, [livejournal.com profile] rosered, is around and has been for a few days — and accompanying her is a little black puppy. she believes it to be a normal wolf puppy who lost its way, which is something different from the multitude of cats that she keeps on bumping into. therefore, she decides to keep it. if anyone objects, she will send it off to someone to bite — something to learn a.s.a.p., she believes. with a change of clothes ( a black, long-sleeved turtleneck, pants and knee-high kitten-heeled leather boots that fits her like a charm ), sans her favourite hood, she is outside and trying out the winter weather for once. typically, she hates it because it's too cold. however, for now, she decides to grin and bear it — see if she will get used to it.

the direwolf pup barks rather fiercely at the first person it sees that's not her.
]
[identity profile] shotyourlock.livejournal.com
[Since the current theme wouldn't be entirely accurate with places which one might be able to find the alcohol that's currently all-but-gone, the Dressing Room has provided a place where one might find something less 'legal'. Of, course, from the outside it doesn't look like much, but that's part of the charm.

Perhaps more interesting (at least to some people) is the man sitting outside. He's unmistakably a Braig, although one older than the norm and cleaned up to fit in with the theme of the day. Right now though, he's not paying too much attention to passers-by, largely because he's got a trumpet and is playing his heart out - and he's surprisingly decent at it.]
[identity profile] cyanideburst.livejournal.com
[ It isn't odd to find a child around the dressing room these days, hitching a ride on one of the trans that passed through the halls. It also wasn't odd for them to show up in a red dress, white-lace apron and a pair of black mary janes. Being alone was also expected.

She was having the time of her life hitching on said tram, the wind blowing against her hair and everything.
]
[identity profile] pandorascreams.livejournal.com
Aaaansem!

[ No, she wasn't calling for the Heartless because she wasn't married to it (the gold band on her ring finger showed it off). Why was she searching for him? That's a secret, they'd have to ask the husband or the wife about it. Whatever it was, it just made her glow. There was a big smile on her face to prove it. ]
[identity profile] youstillneedme.livejournal.com
Who ordered all the water?

[That would be coming from the rather damp-looking Braig, currently sitting on what looks like it might have once been part of a door. He really didn't need this today, even if he had been out looking for new worlds.]

problem?

12 Sep 2010 12:18 pm
[identity profile] temptsfate.livejournal.com
[ A new person would probably be shocked, appalled and/or terrified when it came to the first time stepping inside the dressing room, but the woman that just stepped in looked far from the expected look. Infact, she looked curious, amused, pleased to see the new scenario. It wasn't any place she recognized.

That was the best part.

She didn't have weapons in her hands -- at least not yet until a threat appeared, and there were only four names on her list. There were no problems.

Considering she wanted to know what was around, Braig teleported infront of the first door she saw. No knocks, she just opened the door to look inside. What will she see?
]
[identity profile] pandorascreams.livejournal.com
[ As much as people hated or loved the dressing room, it still had convenience for people. Today it had convenience for the grey-haired woman and the [livejournal.com profile] justalittlesick -- a few chairs, rugs and a couch in the middle of a large hallway. It felt homey, they didn't have to look for the living room, it was a nice rest stop considering the popcorn machine close by.

Speaking of popcorn, there was a large popcorn bucket in between the two (who were whispering to each other as they watched passerby's walk down the hall). The woman laughed, nodded. Considering it was a Xigbar -- no, a Braig, technically, something was up.
]




[ ooc; Dual post, ergo threadhopping! ]
[identity profile] shootingdown.livejournal.com
[ No wall's complete without spray painting! The colors are plain -- black, grey and white, although there seems to be a pink and purple can on the floor as well. Of course there's more things planned.

It's easier if someone with the same [Bad username or site: triqqerhappy title=taste @ livejournal.com] helps.
]




[ ooc; Pseudo-open post? Just mention either of their names and I'll reply as them (I'm avoiding playercest --). If you want both(individual threads), though, write both on the subject title. ]
[identity profile] shootingdown.livejournal.com
[ There was a black-haired little girl walking down the hallway wearing a pale pink dress, a pair of black Mary Janes and a sour look, slightly pouted although she didn't mean it. Obviously she wasn't happy about something, opening every door she passed by. It seemed as if she were looking for something, some place, or someone. ]





[ ooc; I've been wanting to do this for a while. Someone became young again, retaining her memories of the DR. It'll only last for 24-hours ICly. ]
[identity profile] pandorascreams.livejournal.com
[ One door is open to a suspicious looking room.

There's a glass panel that leads to the outside -- infact, it looks like a space station when they look around and see the large cubes and electronic turrets. Certain people might recognize the area.

Others might recognize a hooded woman in a black coat sitting on one of said cubes, legs crossed, watching a large Jellybowl Unversed float around. It looked like there was no harm so far. It's a bit cute, even, wouldn't you say?
]


[ ooc; I've been meaning to do this since forever. ♥ ]
[identity profile] objecting.livejournal.com
lucky seven. )

[ There is a slot machine, and beside it, in gold letters, is a prize room. It looks like said room is locked.

The symbols on the slot machine are simple compared to the ones in the image, pretend: gold, silver, bronze. Care to try your luck?
]



[ ooc; In celebration of my perhaps-it's-finally-working internet, have one of those character roulette. 8) Anyone on this list will show up by random/choice/you will see -- ]
[identity profile] triqqerhappy.livejournal.com
[ The queen wasn't the only one at that one palace beside the sea today, but Braig wasn't at the shore. He was at the terrace that faced the sea, and it's pretty nice when the sun sets.

He just unwrapped an ice cream pop (Queen Berry flavor) since this coat's a little hot. The wise thing is to remove it, but it's comfortable.
]
[identity profile] triqqerhappy.livejournal.com
[ A Xigbar? If people only pulled down the hood, they would see a Braig.

In a tea room. Everything, though, was set up like the Mad Hatter's tea party -- big cups, small cups, mouse cups, you name it and it's there. Braig wasn't much of a tea person, really, but some of them smell really, really good.

Score.
]


[ ooc; A repeatedly stolen meme ahaha. Thread hopping encouraged.

edit; More flavors!

Irish breakfast tea: Emphasis on the Irish, enjoy your booze.
Hong Kong-style milk tea: Suddenly speaking a different language altogether! Is that Klingon you just said?
Bubble Tea (cold /w tapoica balls): Shoves you into those colorful layers and layers of strange clothing some Japanese teens wear. ]

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24 Jan 2010 12:24 pm
[identity profile] triggerparadox.livejournal.com
[ That's it, he needs to get out! Not that Braig isn't alright, but he felt like exploring the place all over again. Rather, find a room that he missed out (which should be plenty, considering the circumstances of the area he was in). The sniper passed by the kitchen to get bread (croissant), flicks cupcakes away (quite literally), before heading through another door.

It looked quite nice, that field of flowers. It's not really his thing, but it smelled better than other rooms. Infact, it was relaxing.

Excuse him as he headed out.
]
[identity profile] triggerparadox.livejournal.com
[ Dinner is delicious, did you know.

Braig isn't the fanciest of cooks, but there are some things a man can cook. Like steak. Which is why he asked Dilan to fix it up for him really, really well. It was a craving, alright.

It's not like it'll make little girls cry. b'|
]
[identity profile] triggerparadox.livejournal.com
[ Here's Braig, and right now he was digging through what seems to be a chest. There were six in this one room he was in -- the room reminded him of Radiant Garden, with the windows and walls the same as to what the inside of the castle was. It was as bright as home, evem.

He does finally get out something from it:
]

What do you know. I haven't seen this for a while.

[ It's... a piece of red cloth, a bit ragged. He adjusts it around his neck as if to cure nostalgia. For some reason, there were a few drops of dried blood on some parts. We wonder why. ]
[identity profile] bulletbites.livejournal.com
[ Because clearly the DR is in more need of them trolls --

A (skeleton) keyblade, he wishes inbetween his lips, two auto-crossbows Nomura style being held by both hands, the newly arrived lookout guard (see: sniper) with the red, ragged muffler round his neck took a second glance around because this place wasn't Radiant Garden.

Nor was this the floor where he chained up that keyblade master, but nobody needed to know that, and he doesn't mean you Nobodies. Understood?

The left hand puts the held crossbow aside and onto the holster -- how it doesn't pull down his pants due to its weight, that's a secret -- only to move up and grab the key, tucking it safely behind said piece of red cloth. If they wanted to unlock something, they can unlock it themselves (He's looking at you, kid, with both eyes).

Braig blows into his own hand, because it was just a little chilly out here.
]

-- And then I lost the game, huh? Great.

[ A game; a bet. There was a bet, but with who? Details come with a price, buddy, most especially from a man like this. Besides, everyone's got a mortgage to pay. ]
[identity profile] preshooter.livejournal.com

[So a woman in her late twenties who looks half asleep just walked in. She's wearing a long white coat. Approach her/stare at her/keep her from running into a wall?]

(ooc: What is obsessed with genderswap |D. Female Braig, have at her.)

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