ZOMBIES COMIN' UP THE HELL RIGHT NOW

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

[from a random door in a random hall appears a relatively young Namine, walking backwards. well, it looks like a Namine. if she was tortured to death. and then decomposed a little. following her exit is rather dramatic horror movie music, coming from the other side of the door. she turns around as the door closes and freezes.]

--SAAAAAIIIIIX, DEMYX BROKE THE UNIVERSE!

[turns back around to reenter wherever she came from, only to find the door gone. um what.]

Comments

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

[sorry, just kind of staring in shock.]

........................you have boobs.

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

[...stands up straighter, crossing her arms over her stomach.]

Once again, you're correct. I assume yours is like every other one in that he does not.

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

[still staring. please excuse her, she's broken by this.]

....you're Saix. And you have boobs.

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

[this is only mildly exasperating.]

Yes. And you're staring quite openly.

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

[flushes with embarrassment, though it's not noticeable under the heavy makeup on her face.]

Sorry, it's just. You have boobs.

[pauses.]

And I said that already. Sorry.

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

Understandable as your surprise is, I suggest you get used to it.

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

[flails a little.]

That's easier said than done!

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

[not caring over here.]

Unfortunately, you don't have a choice.

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

[frownpout.]

Jeez, you're definitely a Saix.

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

And what makes you say that?

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

You act just like him when he gets really into his work.

[POUT.]

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

[aw. too bad pouts have zero effect on her.]

What kind of work?

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

Directing horror movies!

[beams! complete 180.]

He writes the scripts, too.

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

[lifts an eyebrow.]

A writer. How interesting.

[except... not really.]

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

He's amazing at it, too! And he let me be the makeup artist!

[despite the fact that she's an itty bitty thirteen year old.]

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

Did he now?

[trying to figure out her age, actually. ah well, doesn't really care.]

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh! I did all this myself.

[motions to herself; she looks like a murder victim left to decompose for a month or so.]

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

[yes, she's noticed - not that it bothered her at all.]

Well now. Aren't you talented.

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

Y'know, if you don't care, you can say so.

[crosses her arms rather carefully.]

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

Is that so? In that case, I don't.

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

That would've saved us both a lot of time, you know.

[pout.]