angels f---

[cupidly.livejournal.com]

I- I hate today.

[--and hate is not something this boy practices, if at all, being an angel. he's probably overreacting, but the way he's bent over the arm of a couch does not ensure his happiness.]

these lonely halls

[prettytwofaced.livejournal.com]

[Leading dead!Sora from room to room, carrying him when needed, trying to find where the other Sora is since he's been gone for a while after last night, hoping he doesn't barge in on anyone. Anti's been quiet for the most part but...]

sleepy wolf is sleepy.

[itwontfade.livejournal.com]

[and curled up in a corner with his nose tucked in his arms. should you dare waking him abruptly, prepare for unsavory results~]

Then she pulled up that old rocking chair once again~

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

[Sitting in a rocking chair like some Grandmas are prone to, there's a basket of knitting yarn near her feet. She's busy working on a light blue piece of needlework. There's another basket with a decent pile of finished knitting on it.]

[ooc: Ask and ye shall receive, children.]

Breakfast time~

[hesmellsyou.livejournal.com]

[if one were to wander into, or even just by the kitchen, they would be able to pick up an overwhelming, yet pleasing smell, for Ienzo isn't the only one who can cook. No, in his free time, Older!Zexion has managed to prepare quite a bit of misc breakfast foods, all lining the table, such as pancakes, sausage, eggs, bacon, and much more. All fresh, all delicious.

He himself has a small plate, but otherwise is standing some distance from the table, a notepad in hand. After all, bad habits die hard; the food is just an experiment.]

Well, my younger self may be taking care of the headcount in this place, but this is bound to be interesting enough.

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[notyetfull.livejournal.com]

[ does the best she can to blend in with her surroundings, but it doesn't work very well. she's only waiting  for smaller prey, a child in particular, to pass by...

the monkey carcass she left behind was not enough to fill her. ]

I've got rhythm in my feet; I've got rhythm in my heart and soul--

[holeboy.livejournal.com]

[it's rather amazing what a bit of time and some determination can do. aside from the patch on the neck where the finish needs to be redone, you could hardly guess the guitar had been in pieces early in the week.]

So, I know this place can get pretty lively, but it never seems to be the right sort of lively. I think we could all do with a bit of a pick-me-up.

[the song he starts up is an energetic one, albeit rather old fashioned. he looks out across the room with a grin.]

Anyone else who can keep in tune is free to join. Let's fill this place with jazz, folks!


[why yes, this is a blatant attempt to cheer up pedofood ]

you got it, you got it

[alldadsareold.livejournal.com]

[he's in the kitchen, sitting at a table with crinkled blue packages littered about. he bites his lip in concentration, staring at the small tower before him and disregarding the glass of milk to his side.]

Almost got it ..

[it was murmured to himself as he successfully plops another sandwich cookie on the tower. yes, he's stacking oreos.]

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[rikudera.livejournal.com]

[and looks who finally notices what's going on~]

T-Tenth! Either all these people are cosplaying as you or someone's starting to make clones of you!

better pay attention.

[uberheinous.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry I shot that kid.

a red flower in a sea of leaves

[taintedmartyr.livejournal.com]

[our little hooker is having another one of her lonely breakdowns. she hasn't been able to find anyone lately, and zack vanished as if he'd only appeared before in a cruel form of wishful dreaming. she lays back on the couch, and has no idea what she should do. she needs somebody to love her. she needs kaa-san, or mister axel, or zack, or anyone who can just hold her.

but who would love bad, impure little girl like her? nobody would. woes and sorrows.]

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[i-2-i.livejournal.com]

[[Walks into the dressing room from her living room, looking at her watch. She is unaware of her surroundings at first]]

Well, better go and meet Max at the movie theater. Hope he's not late again..............

........Wait, this isn't the dining room! Where am I?

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[obeythecow.livejournal.com]

[this is different. Here's a Zexion that looks much older than the others, about forty years old]

The next time you decide to wander off into a parallel reality, Luca, I'd like to know in advance. Or, to be more specific, I'd like to know just where you're going. This world is heavily populated with... duplicates, from the looks of it. And with such a vast amount, of course I'd like to at least get a few notes down.

...for those who haven't a clue what I'm speaking of, or whom I'm speaking to, if you've happened to see a girl with pink hair, about sixteen, I'd like to know. She happened to disappear a few weeks ago, and I've traced her to here.

dreams you'll never remember playing out the answers

[complexikey.livejournal.com]

Hrm....   mmm, no, I'm not scared of the dark... I won't lose, I'm better than he is... grk-- AH!

[sits bolt upright and yells, cold sweat on his face. probably a very alarming occurrence to anyone nearby. he's been asleep for a whole day at least. he realizes his hands are shaking.]

....

Is.... how many Kairis are there in this place? Can I talk to them? Just... for a while?

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[motelhq.livejournal.com]

[ gunshots, inhuman screeches and then--

Mason seems to stumble in out of nowhere, bleeding profusely from his side. he trembles, scared shitless, and gasps for air. ]

S- Son of a bi- bitch!

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[princessofmorn.livejournal.com]

[A Kairi appears, wearing a kind of strange outfit. She has on a rust-colored dress, with the sleeves rolled up. She also has on an apron with huge pockets, as well as a tiara in her hair. If you can guess what she's from before or after talking to her, you win a million points]

Um... well, this isn't where I'm supposed to be. I hope no one thinks I ran away.

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[falsemove.livejournal.com]

[Upon finding a less populated area, Roxas heaved a great sigh. It was time for his physiotherapy session, but as his therapist was not here he decided to proceed on his own. He knew the exercises by heart and knew he would have no problems with this. He also needed some time to think about... things. So what if Doc  cared for other... hims in this place, it wasn't no big deal, right?

Apparently it was.

Wrinkling his nose he eased himself onto the floor slowly, mindful of his back pain. Laid out on his back he took a deep breath, concentrating on the ceiling.

He slowly brought his knee to his chest and held it for thirty seconds, then shifted to his other leg.

Ah, lower back exercises... they were perfect for relaxation and thought]

It's not like I like him or anything. That would be stupid.

[spoken to the room, really]

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[unlooocked.livejournal.com]

[Here, have a late-teen Sora. Currently very confused and poking his head into random rooms. Judging by the napkin filled with cookies... he just found the kitchen. Chewing noisily he squinted a little]

Uh...

Where's Riku?

Y'see I was supposed to meet him at the ice cream parlor...

But this isn't it. Good cookies though.

kill the turkey.

[canaryfeathers.livejournal.com]

[he's doubled over himself on the floor with tears streaming down his cheeks; damn if he isn't near screaming in his sobs by now, but he has something clutched to his chest that seems to be the source of this mental breakdown.]