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[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

I'll kill you!

[comes a shout from a dark hall. it looks like the lights are out, for whatever reason, though the one at the center of the hall just keeps flickering, and there's an angry shuffle, and another echoing scream, then what sounds like metal clanging against a wall, and a disgruntled cry.

the closer one gets to the actual sound, they may find that it's above them-- actually, he's caught in a person-sized bird cage.]

I'm going to-[his words just carry off into screeching growls, and the metal clashes against the wall again.]

Comments

obligatory forcefeeding of brownies coupled with sex.

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

[oh, but he is paying attention, and kicks the bars.]

Help me!

That was a terrible fic

[rabblerousing.livejournal.com]

Who am I, Giraffe McGee?

[excuse me, but that's a ways away up there...]

i agree but it was pretty entertaining like it shouldn't have been

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

Get a ladder!

[swings the cage.]

[rabblerousing.livejournal.com]

A platter of what, now?

[someone's being awfully facetious.]

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

[if Axel doesn't look up, he might have a surprise coming his way in the form of a knife chucked in his direction.]

[rabblerousing.livejournal.com]

[he might have had to replace a steel-toed boot if he were one step closer. thank heavens it's hard to be accurate when you're up so high.]

So, that's a no!

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

Ladder!

[rabblerousing.livejournal.com]

You don't have to shout.

[where'd that ladder come from? and why is Axel already swinging his legs from it?]

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

[he's magic, of course, but it's shut Roxas up. he'll watch for now, frowning.]

[rabblerousing.livejournal.com]

Come here often?

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

No.

[he could spit at him, but he won't.]

[rabblerousing.livejournal.com]

Not a people person, eh?

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

You can blame that on the student body.

1/2

[rabblerousing.livejournal.com]

I'll let it go this time.

[rabblerousing.livejournal.com]

Check it out, I'm magic.

[he's completely ignoring Roxas' plight, of course, leaning in until he can reach behind an ear without getting bitten and pull out a cigarette.]

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

Don't touch me.

[he hisses, sandwiching himself back against the bars.]

[rabblerousing.livejournal.com]

Ah-ah-ah, that's not how you make friends.

[lights it casually.]

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

I don't want to be your friend.

[brings his knees to his chest.]

[rabblerousing.livejournal.com]

No?

Hey, free knife.

[tosses it up and down in his other hand.]

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

H--hey, give that back! That was my dad's gift to me!

[stupid stupid him had to throw it, too.]

[rabblerousing.livejournal.com]

Does your dear D-A-D tell you to be rude to adults, too~?

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

Only the weirdos like you.

[rabblerousing.livejournal.com]

[throws his head back, laughing.]

That's a good one! You should make money with that.

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

Your sarcasm is stupid. Give me my knife back.

[rabblerousing.livejournal.com]

C'mon, you can ask way nicer than that.