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[orangeprint.livejournal.com]

[curled up on one of the couched, laundry basket still with her and she's clutching two little boy shirts- both orange but with two different names. One said 'Aiden' the other 'Brandon'. she's holding them close, trying not to cry.

she missed her boys so much.]

[ooc:
please click. ♥]

a dimension of mind;

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[baaawww, there he goes, silent tears trickling down his face as he sniffs them away on a couch]

M'not a very g-good friend. H-have to b'come st-stronger.

First Apperances

[destinydusk.livejournal.com]

[The echoes of his sneekers was almost haunting while looking about his damn new place. Who knew WHY he was here and where his friends had gotten to. Damn it all about this. A dark chuckle caused him to tense up and glare over his shoulder.]

"Do you always have to be amused when things like this happen to me? Besides, That ISN'T sexy, you freak..."

[To anyone that saw him, they may think of him a bit off..maybe mad. That's how Xeh-Xeh liked and did things though. No one really could see him, just Riku. The damn Heartless within him. Growling idly, Riku turns back forward and start to investigate, maybe there was someone about here that could tell him WHY he was here--better then talking to a 'Pedo of a damn darkness within your heart of a heartless that REALLY wasn't your own']

((OOC: Explanation how he got here on main journal, Anyone is welcome to stop if interested))

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[hesmellsyou.livejournal.com]

[he's got himself situated in a small room with a considerable amount of books as well as a comfortable chair, a fireplace, and some food he nabbed from the kitchen. A sign on the door reads ...

"If you are Roxas or an Axel, you are not permitted to enter", though this is more of a test than anything.]

With all the disruptions out there,this does seem like a more suitable place to read. I only wonder if they'll actually pay attention to the sign.

royalty

[destinysembrace.livejournal.com]

[A bit older than the other Namines and looking a little lost. She's wearing a long dress, and has a bow and arrow on her back.

And she doesn't make much sound, looking around with wary eyes.]

never saw myself like this in the future.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[leaning against the wall with a smirk and more normal attire, mister devil boy's holding a video tape.]

( cut for image. )

I should become a sex-ed teacher or something. It seems like a lot of the guys here don't know how to go about laying the same gender.

[then his eyes drift to the tape, he's been curious about watching it ever since he'd first made it five years ago.]

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[wizardofceles.livejournal.com]

[Demyx is still really hungry, but he's not about to go off and just take blood from any random Rikus, considering he feels guilty enough taking any from the one from his world. So he's being an idiot and ignoring it, baking something in the kitchen. You know those chocolate cakes with gooey centers? Yea, that's what he's making.]

Anyone want any?

eating away the walls and the distance.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[there's a redhead propped against a wall in one of the more spacious rooms. the skin around his eye sockets is red and angry; the sockets themselves are empty, scraped clean.]

Guess I should take these things in stride.
 
[ooc; warning for squick/pseudo-guro.]

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[gambarist.livejournal.com]

Nobody seems to care that they're stuck here...

I guess I'll be the one leading the women and children to safety.

murmur.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[someone looks like they've been under the weather, but he's pointedly ignoring it, still in pajamas and looking for a certain item in the kitchen with a sigh.]

... where's the popcorn.

This is why I'm hot.

[replikip.livejournal.com]

I'm hot 'cause I'm fly, you ain't 'cause you not~

[.. yes, despite a traumatizing entrance and the introduction of fifty faces he doesn't like, he's dancing to a radio playing in a room that isn't his.]

{ooc; go ahead and inform him that the room's yours if you wish, but first come first serve~}

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[pouty.livejournal.com]

I want icecream.

best record;

[lightningshards.livejournal.com]

[Rip. Tear. Only gauze, fortunately. There's a rapidly dwindling roll of it on the table next to where she's sitting down. Fairly noticeable...if you can ignore the puddles of dark, wispy blood on the wooden surface. And the stained pieces of gauze scattered haphazardly across it.

The Nymph herself has a sleeve pushed up above her elbow, and she's making incisions in the skin with one of her kunai. She quickly wraps a new piece of gauze around the wound and watches the dark stain grow, her lips moving like she's counting. After it stops, she unwraps the gauze and tosses it aside. The skin beneath looks like it's never been cut.]

Still 10 seconds...

[repeat as needed.]

Housewarming Shindig

[horizonfyre.livejournal.com]

[To celebrate the fact that he's neither dead or dying yet, and has found not only a room, but a roommate, Axel gets the mad idea to throw a housewarming for his...room. it's not exactly the biggest space for such a venue--but he hasn't given a damn yet, so why not?

Setting out a few bags of nachos and some chilled cans of soda on the desk next to his crappy radio that doesn't-work-and-only-plays-the-one-cd-he-owns-here, he steps back and give a nod. Now only if they had some dip and jello--maybe a few hamburgers, they'd be set. Hell, tonight maybe he's even give his roomie a whiskey shot or two like he promised.

But another awful flyer is tacked out on door, advertising the whole ordeal. Thankfully though, all of the conspiracy flyers have vanished...]




[ooc: his room actually has a floor plan. omg.]

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[paint-itred.livejournal.com]

[Axel is kinda regretting picking up that paper egg, considering that now it's hatched. It's been following him around, and whenever it lands on his head it gets a little bit of paint on it]

Why do you people like keeping these things?

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[prekey.livejournal.com]

Look you guys, our raft worked! We're on a new world!

-- H- Hey, Riku? Kairi?

{ ooc; pre-Kingdom Hearts Sora~ }

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[chameleonsplice.livejournal.com]

[Ienzo is huddling in a corner, covering his face and shaking]

E... ev... even... N... neeed... ADAM...

[he is also "flickering" - changing color as if he's under a light that isn't there, parts of him sometimes becoming translucent or transparent without warning. it's subtle but disconcerting]

[ooc: for those that forgot - bioshock!ienzo]

your eyes forever glued to mine.

[ihasyoureye.livejournal.com]

[seems to be completely oblivious to his new surroundings. he's perched on a couch arm, which was the edge of the clock tower just minutes before. in his right hand is an orb swinging on a chain. on closer inspection, one would notice that encased in the glass is what appears to be a freshly plucked emerald green eye. his lips are curled in a cruel smile as he lets the pendant swing in front of his face]

It's really too bad I lost the other one...

[[ooc: the Roxas that stole eyeless!Axel's eyes. pretty much canon, except for the fact that he's pretty much insane and kept one of Axel's eyes as a keepsake.]]

here's the day you hoped would never come.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

... where'd Roxas go?

[he's checked in his room, in the blond's room, the kitchen, the game room, the bathroom, the main rooms, even the places Axel hangs out, but to no avail.]

{ooc; he's looking for blondewitness. yes i know she's really on vacation. P: }

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[themaskofsanity.livejournal.com]

[Blue hair slightly flattened by moisture, this Saix is dressed in a black suit that looks terribly out of date compared to the relative modernity of his surroundings. (Indeed, it's suited for something more of Victorian era England.) His hands are working to furiously scrub something off of his right hand, the white handkerchief in use spotted with red.

He's only just now becoming aware of his surroundings; the long, brightly lit hallway is quite the contrast to the dark and rainy street he'd been walking down moments before.]

[[ooc: Serial killer. Just slightly inspired by Jack the Ripper. Currently baffling the local police. Victims in his journal. Feel free to pick someone up that would fit in his world. Detective, acquaintance, even a victim. 8D]]

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[deadgoldeneyes.livejournal.com]

(this Roxas in his early twenties looks frustrates. finally, he shouts)

Why is everyone calling me 'Roxas'?!

((This is Sora with Roxas's appearance plus golden eyes. He doesn't know any Roxae from where he is, so this is frustrating for him, to be called something he's not))

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[fragmntdmemory.livejournal.com]

[A Namine in her mid-thirties appears in the dressing room, a bag of groceries, and another bag from an art shop in her possession. She appears to have been following a orange-ish cat with weird markings that appeared moments before her, and is currently walking away from the Nobody]

Now, I know you can understand me; I've seen Xianthe talk to her cats before, so I don't know why you won't stop and answer me, and-

[She pauses, realizing she's no longer on the road back to her house, as the cat escapes to wherever.]

Well, now.

[ooc: a mom!Namine |D who has a heart now, like thirteenthday. She's from his world (kingdomchronicl), and is married to Riku, and is enigmaticmemory's mom. other people from her universe'd be awesome /o/]

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[radiantpurity.livejournal.com]

[here's a Kairi that hasn't popped up in a while. She's been too busy exploring to really keep up with things, but that isn't stopping her from resurfacing now of all times.]

Is it me, or is this place a lot bigger than I remember? I hope I didn't miss anything exciting...

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[yourfinalbattle.livejournal.com]

[ he's lying upside-down on a couch, legs over the back of it, dejected and pouting. ]

Everybody else's friends are showing up but mine. No Elite Four, no gym leaders...

Lonelyyy, I'm so lonelyyy...

[ nose scrunches. ] Never again.

↺ for the gag and the bind and the ammunition round

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[there used to be a room filled with mirrors of all shapes and sizes, angled in all directions -- a hall of mirrors, if you will. too bad every one of them's been smashed to pieces. none of the shards reflect the vampire sitting cross-legged in the middle of it all.]

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[falseintegrity.livejournal.com]

[slumped against a wall, holding his head in his hands. he's extremely thin, emaciated, and his arms and legs are covered in bruises, but not visable. he's muttering to himself, trying to ignore anyone that passes by]

[ooc: Asylum!Axel. Anorexia Nervosa, Oppositional Defiance Disorder, Paranoid Personality Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, all a go. ]

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[lostrefugee.livejournal.com]

(someone found two things, a room and a dragon egg. the room's door has a sign on it that reads 'Albino's Room: Knock Before Entering'. she's sitting on the bed, cradling the egg in her lap, reading The Divine Comdey, about halfway through it)

((obligatory click-on-the-dragon-egg-ooc-comment! ))

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[gotowardslight.livejournal.com]

Still no sign of them... [a frustrated sigh]

Sure hope nothing happened while I've been gone. Not that I doubt Donald or Goofy, but with all those heartless... and it's not like Kairi knows how to fight! It's been six months now. That's just too long.

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[islandwaters.livejournal.com]

[Edym hasn't actually talked to any of the Demyxes here yet, but he's seen enough around to confuse him. And it seemed like a lot of the Soras didn't have brothers, unless it was Roxas. Which was kinda weird since they weren't really brothers. However, he's less focused on that and more on finding food right now while he's in the kitchen]

Where's the peanut butter in here...?

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[soragasmic.livejournal.com]

[This particular Sora has been busy most of the day hammering, sewing and painting. And now his strenuous labors were done. He made himself a booth! For what, you ask? Why... for a wonderful thing!

A kissing booth.

The sign read;

'Kisses for Treats'

His stomach prompted him to make such a thing- it seemed all those yummy cookies and baked things got snatched up before he could have any! Sure he could bake things himself, the problem was he couldn't cook anything to save his life.

Besides... this would be funner.

So he took a seat behind his booth and waited.

He could taste chocolate and other sweet things already! Mmmm.]

[ooc: Uh... idk. lD;;]

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[onemore-chance.livejournal.com]

[have a Roxas dressed in Sora's clothing, just looking confused]

Where... Riku, Naminé, King Mickey? Where are you guys?

[ooc: in his world, Sora turned back into Roxas when DiZ's machine exploded. |D details in his profile~]

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[faiyano9.livejournal.com]

The castle is--!

So does that mean--

Riku! Naminé! Axel...?

{ ooc; if you have not read/looked at this yet you are missing out on the cutest stuff everrr }

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[featheredapple.livejournal.com]

[Sora's wings are back in his back, but he's lying on a sofa a bit sadly]

I wonder where they all are now... I wanted to meet Riku's mom too...

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[valorgasmic.livejournal.com]

This place just gets more and more weird. I wish I could go back home.

[slumped against the wall on the floor, idly mouthing a strawberry blowpop.]

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[bloomingmelody.livejournal.com]

[The sound of music filters throughout the halls as Olette wanders in, her eyes closed. Resting lightly on her shoulder is an old-looking violin. She seems to be lost in the melody, her fingers grazing gracefully over the strings in time with her bow movements.

Oblivious Olette is oblivious.]

i keep bleeding love

[heslikesunshine.livejournal.com]

[He was angry. Angriest he's ever been in a very very long time. Papers were strewn all over his room and he was seated at a desk, trying to draw his frustrations away- simple to complex things, apples, jackets, etc.

He was crying, just thoroughly upset. Heart was broken again, how many times was it now? From the same guy too. Who woulda thunk it.

His wrist spasmed and pain shot through his arms. Clutching his wrist to his chest he huddled over, sobbing and swearing to himself]

F-Fuck.

FUCK!