No More Usual Spot

[last-struggle.livejournal.com]

[Here's someone many of you probably haven't seen much of!]

[Of all people, a Hayner is now running about and opening random doors, Struggle Bat in hand. He's very wary.]

What kinda hideout is this? It's way too huge! Cops could find this place way too easy.

[His voice trails off afterward, down to mutterings about something like 'kidnappers' and 'gotta find the way out'. Maybe even a little 'wish there was some ice cream here'.]

[[OOC: Semi-Canon Hayner. Excuse my fail, first time at him and all. He knows who Roxas is.]]

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[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

[... Hey.

Hey you.]

Hayner?

[last-struggle.livejournal.com]

[HEY HEY YOU YOU I DON'T LIKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND.]

[--waitwhat.]

Roxas? [WTF R U DOIN HERE.]

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

[...ee. He remembers!

Yeah, that gets a smile out of him-- but wait. He must be new. Oh, gee. He scratches his head.]

Yeah, it's me.

[last-struggle.livejournal.com]

What-- Why are you here, man?

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

I just showed up here, that's all. It happens to a lot of people...

[last-struggle.livejournal.com]

You mean like... how people from other worlds came to Twilight Town sometimes?

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

Yeah, just like that. The only problem is there's no way out.

[last-struggle.livejournal.com]

No way out? Seriously? How'd we get in, then?

[timewarping.livejournal.com]

Hideout?

[ Stares at the struggle bat. What is that for. ]

[last-struggle.livejournal.com]

[JUMPS. Whips around to face him, bat raised. don'tfuckwithmeIhaveabat.]

Who're you?

[timewarping.livejournal.com]

If you hit me, you'll be locked up.

[ Nobody smacks the prince. Card shuffle. ]

It's Rould. A pleasure.

[last-struggle.livejournal.com]

... Did you bring me here?

[timewarping.livejournal.com]

If I did, I would be sitting on a throne with the rarest things in the world, so no.

[ More shuffling with that fabulous British accent. ]

And yours?

[last-struggle.livejournal.com]

My what?

[timewarping.livejournal.com]

Your name, or would you rather bet for a new one?

[last-struggle.livejournal.com]

I don't like gambling with strangers, thanks.

My name is Hayner.

[batwielder.livejournal.com]

Hayner?

[lo, an Olette! she's tugging a nailbat around with her, sort of like a walking stick.]

[last-struggle.livejournal.com]

[--!! turns to face her!]

Olette? What are you doing he--Whoa, what's with the bat.

[fealtytoher.livejournal.com]

[He figured it was only a matter of time before he ran into one. Thankfully this one is younger than the one he knows. Have a mid-twenties Roxas with a battleaxe attached to his belt leaning against the wall down the hall aways, watching you with an arched eyebrow.]

[last-struggle.livejournal.com]

[Yeah brb stopping to stare at you.]

[fealtytoher.livejournal.com]

Problem? [He seems just the slightest bit... wary of you? Possibly, however unlikely it might be for a Roxas to be wary of a Hayner.]

[last-struggle.livejournal.com]

Are you--... Roxas?

[fealtytoher.livejournal.com]

I am. And you would be a Hayner, correct?

[last-struggle.livejournal.com]

'A Hayner'? I'm the only Hayner I know!

[fealtytoher.livejournal.com]

Well, you are the second Hayner I've known, and, from what I know of this place, unlikely to be the last.