kingdomdressing | (no subject)

[juuust walking by, his wrists are bandaged and he looks pretty hurried, trying not to be spotted by a certain someone.]

[reaches out, hoping to stop him, but she doesn't touch him.]

E-excuse me..

[he freezes up-- then relaxes. the voice is soft and comforting, and before he knows it, the girl with his best friend's face is waiting for answers.]

Uh. Yes?

[lowers her hand slowly, looking a little embarassed.]

I--... I'm not exactly sure where I am...

[smiles a little and presses her hand back against the side of her cup, hoping he can help.]

[well.. shit. he doesn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but he'll tell it how it is either way.]

... stuck.

[he pauses, trying to rake his mind for the exact words. he settles.]

Some inter-dimensional endless ... room. They call it the Dressing Room, and once you get in, there's no telling when you'll get out.

This place ... isn't safe.

What do you mean, s--..

[tapers off, having just notices his banaged wrists. her expression soften somewhat and she lifts her gaze again to try and meet his, the fact that she's not where she intended to be completely forgotten.]

...is everything okay?

... everything's fine.

[though her wandering eyes make him feel self conscious, so his arms slowly drift and cross behind his back.]

[even though she's concerned, she knows not to press the issue and lets it go for now with a gentle nod, returning to the subject at hand.]

..Not safe?

There are killers here. And crazy talking animals, and sex crazed weirdos. Just keep your guard up.

[..doesn't sound that much different than what she dealt with back home ...aside from the talking animals. she nods.]

I will.

Most of them are gay, though, so I don't think you'll have much trouble.

[he tries to poke fun at it all, smirking awkwardly.]

[she laughs, lifting a hand to cover her mouth.]

Well, I have considerably less to worry about then, hmm?

Yeah. Heh.

[it's.. calming. it feels like back home again, where he'd leave the tense air of his apartment and unwind just by laying on Naminé's bed and talking about everything while she painted.]

[lowers her hand, still smiling.]

...my name's Naminé. What's yours?

Roxas. Cobalt.

[for some reason he's always had a habit of introducing himself with his first and last name, even before the duplicates started showing.]

[extends her hand in a friendly manner.]

It's nice to meet you. A-and I apologize for being any trouble.

You're not trouble at all.

[he takes her hand, being as delicate as possible when he squeezes and shakes.]

Trust me, if anything, you're a breath of fresh air.

[laughs softly.]

As long as I'm not in the way.

[back home at the hospital she spent most of her time working in, she was either thought to be a nuisance or a godsend, depending on the staff.]

[being rather new himself, he knows the look.]

Dressing room.

[puzzled look is a go.]

I'm sorry?

You asked where you were.

[nods slowly]

Yes, but.. I was just--.

[shakes her head and smiles faintly.]

Nevermind. Could you show me the way out? Please.

Don't know if there is one.

There has to be a way out if there's a way in..

[yes, she's already taken notice that the door she came through is no longer there, and while it's very concerning, she's trying to keep calm.]

There probably is. But no one's found it, or else there wouldn't be anyone here anymore.
[starts to stride off, unconcerned with her dilemma.]

[she has half the mind to try and stop him, ask him more questions, but she keeps quiet. it's not his responsibility to make her understand, and she's not about to force him to stay. or try, anyway.]

You look baffled.

[looks at him curiously and then takes a step back towards the door she came through, smiling apologetically.]

I must have wandered into the wrong wing.

Wrong dimension, try.

W-what?

Dimension. This one's not the one you're from.

...It's called a Dressing Room.

I.. see.

[unfortunately, having dealt with the mentally ill and physically abused for the past couple years, she's beginning to think that maybe he's crazy.]

Awfully calm reaction. [eyebrow raise, then a pause.] ...You don't believe me.

[shakes her head, smiling gently.]

I didn't say that.

Good. Most people just tend to need some proof before they start to freak out.

[laughs quietly.]

Well, it is a little strange.

[but the longer she stands here, the longer she sees multiples of the same person, multiples of herself walking by, the more she starts to believe that what he's saying is true..]

Just a little? Wait till you get in a conversation with yourself.

[not exactly sure what to say, she just smiles a bit awkwardly, biting at the corner of her lower lip.]

(Taylor probably looks like a mess, considering the fact she just finally woke up after passing out. in fact, she may just look like an abuse victim. derp.)