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[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[God, he knew it was coming. Another blow was being thrown his way, his trembling form was already scrambling for the door. The brunet desperately jiggled the handle to fall through on to ivory carpet, kicking the door shut-but he saw him. That wisp of silver hair that was going to come at him once that door is flung open again; more blood rolling down his face while he curled up on the floor, covering his head with his hands in a sorry attempt to protect himself as he waited for the sound of wood being split...But it never came.
Once he opened his eyes, they searched the room frantically. This wasn't his room, why were their costumes against the wall? Where was he?]

...?

[ooc:He's terrified, confused, and bleeding. Have at him~]

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[wandereringly.livejournal.com]

Oh dear! What happened to you?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[The hell? Flinching by the close proximity, widened blue eyes focused as best as they could on the girl. His mind came up blank on what to say, he just kind of stared at her in disbelief. She looked a lot like someone he knew a long time ago, but he couldn't put his finger on it...]

I-I...I....

[His gaze flickered from the redhead to the door, tensing up as he grabbed her hand.]

S-Stay away from that door!

[wandereringly.livejournal.com]

...That leads to a closet. Are you feeling alright...?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[So sorry for the blood that got on her hand. His eyebrows knit together in confusion, what was she talking about?]

N-No it's..I'm...

[His quivering arms wrapped around his stomach to remember how to breathe again. Was this still the mansion?]

[wandereringly.livejournal.com]

You're not in the same place anymore. This is the dressing room.

..W-What happened to you?

[thebetterweapon.livejournal.com]

What happened to you?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

S-Shit!

[Don't do that, you'll give the poor guy a heart attack. Already fumbling backwards to gain some distance. Blue eyes staring in fear. He always thought Riku could twist his words around, keeping his eyes downcast. If he bothered to look up, maybe he'd actually see the difference this Riku had from the one he knew. Pity.]

T-To myself.

[He was waiting, any minute now a laugh would erupt and he'd get hit again.]

[thebetterweapon.livejournal.com]

[whoops. ...Sora also might notice that this one's dressed like a replica.]

Uh. What?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[If he even knew what a replica dressed like. Blue eyes peered up at...Riku. It was Riku, right? But...Why was he wearing different clothes. Did he shrink a bit, and what happened to that baseball bat?]

W..What...

[Come on Sor, speak. Talk.]

W-What's going on?

[batofawesome.livejournal.com]

Youuuu're all bloody. You should get a towel--Oh I mean, what happened?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

Ri-

[Don't. He shook his head, biting down on his lower lip while he attempted to stand. Is it alright it he grabs your shoulder to try and keep his balance?]

Nothing...I just had a little accident.

[batofawesome.livejournal.com]

What's a ree?

[oh, sure--he might falter a bit because that's a little surprising, but once he gets straightened up again he'll hold you up.]

What kinda accident? Want me to help find you a towel?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[He's going to ignore that first question..Better to stay away from it at all costs anyway.]

A very bad accident and I-I can get it, thanks though.

[Sora was never one to have someone else do something for him, so of course he'd try to handle it himself. A thankful smile graced his lips while he staggered forward. Turning his head from side to side. Of course, he didn't exactly know where towels would be found in this place...]

[inanimating.livejournal.com]

[goes over to him quickly.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Wouldn't do that if I were you. Those crystal blue eyes widened, crawling backwards with a look of pure terror on his face. God, was he crying? The blood on him smeared against the carpet as he scrambled backwards until he was against the wall.]

I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't m-mean to!

[Tears ran down his face as he brought his hands up to shield himself. The poor thing was trembling all over again.]

[inanimating.livejournal.com]

[--a pause and he's slowing, looking shocked. so he takes a step back, and then another.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[The shivering brunet looked up at Riku, noticing the distance that was being given. Arms curling around his knees, even though it strained his muscles. Wincing as he watched the taller teen with frightened eyes, was he doing that just to taught him? To give him false hope that maybe he wasn't going to be struck again?]

I-I..I'm...I

[Gulps.]

I'm sorry R-Riku.

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[lightly touches his shoulder from behind. it's quick, just a light brush of two of his fingers.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

Ah!

[afsogibsrgiw-that's not smart. Touching him period while he's antsy will destroy him. Sora's twisting around to see who touched him, which didn't help his wounds at all. That just stretched the torn muscle even more, don't mind that he's crying out and trembling. He'll eventually brush it off.]

W-Who?

[Crystal blue eyes fell on the blonde's form, curling up a bit in precaution.]

[swapped.livejournal.com]

[he holds his hands up in front of him to show he means no harm, even moving back a step to give Sora some room. he eyes the boy's wounds, tipping his head a little as he answers quietly.]

Roxas.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Roxas. That sounded familiar, but nothing was coming up. He nodded, uncurling from his protective position.]

S-Sorry, I'm just..

[He peered over at the door he came through.]

Just...

You can ignore if it's too late...I'm always late to the party

[blck-drgn-rdr.livejournal.com]

[Roxas moved towards Sora cautiously. He knelt before him and reached a hand out.]

Hey, let me help you.

:P The Party is still rocking, don't worry

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Those frightened blue eyes watched the blonde come up warily, finding no weapon in either of those hands. Yes, he was scared. But for some reason, the brunet felt a little safer. Probably from what the other had told him. Comforting words like that were rare, so maybe he was being foolish, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He needed help and he wanted it. Nodding his head as a hesitant hand took that the one the blonde offered.]

T-Thank you...

[blck-drgn-rdr.livejournal.com]

[He took Sora's hand.]

Don't freak out ok? It's a cure spell. It'll help close the wounds and take care of most of the injuries. What it doesn't get, I'll take care of the old fashioned way, is that ok?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Blinks, gulping down the lump in his throat. A spell, as in magic? People in this place was really something. He nodded his head, not trusting his voice at the moment. Plus, he didn't really believe the blonde. So it's time to sit back and watch the show, if this guy wasn't pulling his leg.]