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[a door bursts open and Roxas falls through it, landing on his back, head slamming against the ground with a bounce. he's grinning, despite the blood pouring out of a stab wound in his side.]

[ooc: went home, now he's back for round two.]

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[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

[Was just beginning to explore this place when this kid pops out of a door.]

What the hell?

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[just the person he didn't want to see. he laughs, fingers pressing over the wound, and he hisses through his teeth, that twisted smile still pulling at his lips.]

I hope you're fucking happy.

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

What did I ever do to you?

[Annnd he realizes the other is bleeding, so he's probably panicking right now and asking stupid questions.]

H-hey, are you... are you alright?..

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[starts laughing as he tries to sit up, eyes closing and teeth bared as he grins.]

You-- you're a fucking riot.

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

How so?

[Slowly walks his way over to the other and crouches down.]

I think.. you need a doctor or something.

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[peels his hand away from his side, fingers bloody. he glances over at Axel, eyes narrowed.]

I think you need to find your bitch of a girlfriend and get out of my house.

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

[Just stares.]

What. I don't have a girlfriend.

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[blanches.]

What the hell are you--

[and it clicks.]

... shit, you've got to be joking.

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

No, I'm not. I don't even know you.

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[wipes his hand off on his jeans, pushing himself up to his feet. his mood seems to have changed, and hey... he doesn't seem to be bleeding any more.]

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't realize since there's still a shit load of blood on his shirt. He looks up at the other, then getting up himself.]

You sure you should be doing that?

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I'm fine.

[it's difficult not to snap at Axel, considering someone with the same face just tried to kill him not ten minutes ago.]

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

[He smiles. This kid kinda reminds him of Zexion.]

But the blood..

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[spins around sharply and grabs Axel by the wrist, jerking his hand forward and pressing it to his side right over where a gash wound should be. but there isn't one.]

Got it?

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

[Snatches his hand back, but slightly amazed.]

You're just like that girl from that T.V. show.

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I love it when people compare me to girls.

[starts walking away.]

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

[He let's him walk away, but that doesn't stop him from speaking.]

I wasn't talking about that. She could, I don't know, regenerate really fast or some shit like that. Isn't that what you do?

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Yup.

[not far down the hall, he starts poking his head into different rooms.]

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

[So he'll start shouting now.]

Huh. Are you some kind of military experiment then?

[He's joking, of course.]

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[huh, maybe it's the other way... he turns around and heads back towards Axel, hands in his pockets.]

Number zero one zero three.

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

[Rubs neck.]

Oh, heh, I was just kidding, but uh.. sorry.

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[snorts.]

Relax, I wasn't serious.

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

[Laughs and shrugs.]

Guess I'm too gullible.

So what the hell are you supposed to be?

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[pause.]

... what's that supposed to mean?

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

[He's scrambling his brain for the right words, making senseless expressions.]

Er.. Well, normal people can't regenerate...?

[Good job, Axel.]

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And who are you to say what's normal? For all you know, I could come from a place where everyone is just like me.

[only he doesn't.]

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[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

Heh, touché. Where do you come from, then?

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... Earth.

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

[Shakes his head and laughs. Mostly at himself, though.]

I'm not gonna get anything from you, am I?

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There's not much of 'anything' to get.

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

Then how 'bout a name?