never look back

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Sh-shut up!

[Axel thought he was free of these episodes. They hadn't happened, at least, since he'd been brought back to the past, and he only assumed that the loss of the heart would make them stop altogether. That assumption had been incorrect. With a particularly panicked affect, he was backed up against the wall in that room he'd died in, pressing against it as if he hoped he could just melt away... Tired and tormented green eyes were staring unfocused ahead as he caught his breath. Paranoia clawed at him.

Anyone passing by might notice his chakrams embedded into the wall opposite him, accompanied by a few scorchmarks, which were already dissipating as the wall mended itself. The smell of burning fabric might also be notable, as he'd gotten a little careless, singed his gloves.]

I want out. [He turns over, slamming a fist angrily into the wall he'd just been pressing his back against, scarred face twisted with rage and desperation.] I can't watch it happen again...

[Chakrams are returned to his grasp and he goes at the wall with renewed fury, but it is of course a futile effort. He keeps up like this and he's only going to end up hurting himself.]

(ooc: Mun's had a lame day more like week and wanted to try and make Axel's worse. Hooray, displacement. Or is this projection?)

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[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

[just slowly exploring the dressing room, clutching the small black pouch in her hands like a lifeline. she stops as soon as she sees him, a little wide-eyed.]

U-Um.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Her voice is not enough to make him stop, nor is her presence, which he acknowledges with little more than a glance. What does make him stop is overworked muscles giving out in protest, and Axel's arms drop limply to his sides, chest heaving with gasping breaths. He can't even bear to watch the wall heal itself up again, as if nothing had happened to it.]

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

[looks between him and the wall nervously.]

A-Are you okay?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

No. Can't stay here. I've gotta get out.

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

Someone said that we can't, though.

[swallows her nervousness and moves closer.]

What's wrong?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

I'm going to lose him again. No, not me. He's going to lose him, just like I did, and I have to watch. I can't watch. I can't... I have to get out. Can't stay here. I don't belong here. [He doesn't make much sense, does he?]

[With a furious swing, one weapon is embedded into the wall again.] This is so wrong!

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

[she makes a small, frightened noise when he swings the weapon, taking a step back. but after a moment she takes a deep breath and moves forward again, hands fumbling with the bag in her hands.]

I'm sorry, but you're not making any sense... try to calm down?

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[say hello to gimpy, he has a raised gun.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Just an irritated glance in Roxas' direction at first, then a double-take. Is that a... Oh, that is a gun. Axel merely curls his lip up and rolls his eyes, getting back to his abuse of the wall, his expression considerably darker.]

What do you want?

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Shut up and get over it. You're acting like a fucking two year old.

[cocks the gun, trying to keep the weight off of his bad leg.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[He hesitates, and glares at the wall when it starts to repair itself. A frustrated growl and the floor is what takes the next abuse, as he drops the weapons.]

I can't stay here! [Axel turns around, facing Roxas, and eyes both the leg and the gun, in that order.]

...

Wh-what... [Stop that. This isn't yours, Axel.] What happened to you?

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Nothing happened.

[at least, nothing he needs to mention now.]

Get yourself together. Throwing a tantrum isn't going to make things go your way.

[lowers the gun some.]

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[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Makes me feel better...

I-Its... Happening again. I can't stay here. I have to get out. [His hands are shaky, and he's avoiding eye contact and not even looking at you now again.]

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[He's making no progress on getting through the wall. He knows very well he can't, but he doesn't know what else to do. He has to do something. And meddling will only screw things up more if he's like this, he's sure. At least Axel knows where his place is.

And it's so very not here.]

Fuck! [He needs a break, a breather, something. He's making himself dizzy.]

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

... Axel.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[He jumps at the voice, a jolt going through him as if electrocuted. He turns angrily on the offender, but finds himself hesitating to do anything further upon finding who it is.]

M--...

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[He studies Marluxia searchingly for a moment.]

It's happening again. Just like it did before. I can't stay here. I don't belong here!

[feralnumbervii.livejournal.com]

[It had been quiet, but the silence was no longer his friend. He was feeling father 'feral' and unruly this evening, thus sending him hunting. Thats when he heard the noise... The banging. That irritable banging and flailing. It sounded almost like an animal in distress...thus peaking the Berserkers interest.

And what was that he saw... Red? Indeed. His least favorite color... And this one he recognized. The smell of fire. It hurt his nose. And it seemed to irritate him further.

Eyes glowing, teeth bare, and claws drawn, he growled. ]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[That growl caught his attention. Not a normal sound, for this place. Animals weren't a common occurrence, so why something would be growling at him...

Axel paused in his assault on the wall, turning narrowed green eyes towards the doorway, to find... A Saix? And a rather hostile looking one at that.

How interesting.]

What do you want? [It is an accusatory statement. Axel's arms drop to his sides as he turns to face the other male, hands tensed on his weapons.]

[feralnumbervii.livejournal.com]

Axel... [ It came out more like a low hiss more so than words. He was not able to speak well. But for what Saix intended on doing, words were hardly needed. He simply growled, stalking a bit closer, but remaining cautious. He was ready to lunge at the drop of a hat.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Oh, this is an interesting one.]

So you can speak? Do you do any other tricks?

[feralnumbervii.livejournal.com]

[ He didn't have to understand every word to know that he was mocking him...He didn't like his tone or his overall presence. And what does Saix like to do to things he despises?

He lunged forward swiftly, headbutting right into Axel's gut. That should likely knock the wind out of him pretty bad.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[It did, but probably not as bad as Saix had hoped, as Axel had braced himself for it. He recovered quickly, as a result, and took a quick vicious swing at Saix with one of his chakrams.]