tastes better on the way back down

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

Ah ...

[kind of an unfamiliar sight-- a Roxas a little younger than most, but slightly older than most of the kids is stumbling down the hall, pupils dilated and movements jerky.]

All the rooms are ... melting. [intelligence at its finest, of course, he shuffles over to touch a knob that, in his vision, is bleeding gold down the frame of the door.]

Comments

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

[...what.]

Melting?

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

Melting.

[he crouches down slowly, trailing his fingers with the imaginary river of gold to the floor.]

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

Riiight. What the heck did you get into?

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

I ...

[he thinks. he doesn't really remember, so he smiles and shrugs, leaning down to peek under the crack of the door.]

They're going to drown.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

[blinks and looks down at him.]

What?

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

If the doors are melting, they're going to drown.

[he points at whoever's in the room. he can't even be sure if there is someone, he's just assuming.]

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

The doors aren't melting.

[just kind of... bland. he's never really dealt with someone on drugs or whatever is going on with this guy.]

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

You're blind.

[he stands, wobbling as he rises--] Whoooa-

[--and collapses against the door, reaching up to rub his eyes.]

No wait, I'm blind.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

Or you're high.

[grumbles quietly.]

Do you need a hand?

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

I don't do drugs, stupid.

[reaches out a hand, still rubbing at an eye with the other.]

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

Well you're acting like it, so what am I supposed to think?

[grabs his hand to help him get steadied.]

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

Oh, you ...

[stops in his tracks, staring hard at Isi's face.]

You look like him. You look like Riku. I don't really like Riku.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

Well I'm not Riku, I just look like him. My name's Isi.

[why do so many Roxae not like Rikus? sigh.]

kk sleeptiem for me. will reply again tomorrow~

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

You must be ashamed ... he's such a mean person.

[scowls deeply, his free hand clenching into a fist. the other digs its nails into Isi's hand unknowingly.]

Alright, sleep well!

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

...the one in my world isn't mean.

[going to try and extract his hand from that grip, then.]

AWAAAAAKE.

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

The one in mine was, he was terrible. And he's here, too.

[little to no fight is put up, he drops his hand and slumps back again.]

He's uh ... he left me in a cage. He probably put me there.

/o/

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

That's... wow. Mine would definitely never do anything like that.

[or else growing up would've been... very odd.]

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

I kind of want to kill him.

[shrugs at that, standing again and turning.]

I gotta eat or something, I threw up like three times and I'm really hungry.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

Why?

[...hm, maybe he should go with to make sure the kid doesn't die or something.]

Mind if I come with you? I was going to get something to eat anyway.

[notyetguilty.livejournal.com]

Because he wants to make my brother's life miserable and Sora doesn't deserve that. My Riku told me he was from a world where I already killed him though so he's like ... a zombie or something.

[shrugs again. it's all so confusing, especially right now as he staggers onward.]

He's just a stupid spoiled bitch and he convinced Sora's girlfriend to leave him.

[isirocks.livejournal.com]

Not necessarily a zombie. People can be brought from after they die here.

[follows alongside him.]

That's harsh, but... well, there are assholes like that in every world. You can't let 'em get to you too much. Killing someone for something like that is taking it a bit far.