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[wealthier.livejournal.com]

[just staring, staring, staring, because he was dead, and dead people didn't wake up...where ever the hell this place was. Dead people woke up in Heaven or Hell or Purgatory, or-- not here, wherever here was.]

....Roxas!

[and he yells it- because if there's one person who he knows he saw recently, it was that bastard. There's rope-burns on his wrists, and blood spattered on his shirt, to go with the wicked scar on his neck]

[ooc; o hai i am hur to cause trouble for jailedbait. come bother him if you like, and ignore the scar along his neck where his throat was slit, yesyes? :)]

[and is now in the main room, clutching his stomach where he's bleeding currently, hands sticky with blood. halp plz]