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[caredfor.livejournal.com]

I wanna go home.

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[whatisshame.livejournal.com]

I lost a Roxas. Have you seen him? He sits funny, likes invading personal space and talks a lot.

If he got himself glued to something again, I am not trimming his hair.

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[kairithevaliant.livejournal.com]

[well hey, this girl's been pretty quiet lately. but now she's sprawled on a couch, reading... well, it looks like The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.]

[ooc: hey guys, truth gas is scheduled to wear off on Monday, but feel free to have it last longer if your character got infected later or whatever ♥ ps, would you mind clicking the egg? it's about to die. :x]

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[conningartist.livejournal.com]

[there's an Axel standing in the middle of the dressing room, looking about ready for a fight - or like he'd been in the middle of one. He's holding a knife in one hand and a lighter in the other, and blood-soaked bandages on his leg indicate that something's already happened to him. Being deprived of his fight, he's swearing to himself under his breath.]

Goddamn that kid. Had the bloody nerve to use me from the very beginning. Last time I ever look so willing to do a heist like that; fucker got me shot.

If Demyx hadn't been caught, I would've never gotten into this goddamn mess.

And where the hell is this?

[ooc; details in his profile. More people from his universe would be ace.]

i became invincible.

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

[in the kitchen, wearing this get-up as he makes pancakes. he's singing under his breath, hips wiggling to the beat in his head]

Show me sex appeal
Get on your hands and knees
Forget about the meal
It's best to keep me pleased
Imagine, if you will
our meet on the block
I've got time to kill so how about a quick fuck?

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[twicealie.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I think it would be better if I never wake up in the morning.

[This little bit of truth was directed to the ceiling, as he was sprawled on the couch. He didn't care who heard. He didn't care at all.

He hated this place. Hate how it toyed with his heart... hated how his paranoia and his fear of touch was driving away people he wanted to be with.]

But who would want to be with me anyway. I'm broken.

A broken toy.

[Sigh]

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[newblades.livejournal.com]

I feel so untouched,
and I want you so much that
I just can't resist you.
It's not enough to say that I miss you.

[so says the small music player blaring on the desk, as he stares at it with a chin in his hand, wearing a blank expression. if there really is a powerful sort of emotion in music like IX claimed, he's determined to find out what it is.]

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[heslikesunshine.livejournal.com]

[In the kitchen, eating a hearty lunch. In a better mood than usual... but still not his 'sunshiney' self. Still hasn't smiled since the Riku incident, still hasn't felt 'love' for Axel again. He knew the other was getting cozy with a handful of folks. He's spotted it and he found that he was slowly not... caring anymore.

Doodling in his sketchbook, piece of toast dangling from his mouth.]

Wonder if I'll find something special here.

[Spoken around the bread, eyes never leaving his sketchbook]

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[strummingly.livejournal.com]

[Strumming on his sitar, looking bored... and bored. Finally he heaved a frustrated sigh, putting the sitar down]

This place is so DULL. I kinda miss home... kinda. Even if everyone picked on me.

[Slight pout]

Kinda wish I was hit with the truth-y gas.

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[smallestflame.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, he was bored too (and wasn't in the mood to bother Papa Saix) but unlike the dumb adults 'round here he was doing something about it.

Not like that was a good thing.

Grunting, wobbling on a ladder- balancing a bucket of water on a door. Just needed to close the door a liiitle bit more. Cautiously pulls his hands back... and it stayed. Smiling wickedly he shimmied down the ladder and quickly pushed it out of sight.

It was one of many pranks he was fashioning around the dressing room.

Cling wrap over the toilet, whipped cream in the palms of many sleeping forms. Dipping other sleeping hands into warm bowls of water.

And the last was this here bucket on the door.

Flash of red and the little redhead was hiding behind a random piece of furniture.

Waiting.

This was going to be awesome.]

[ooc: Feel free to be one of his many pranked victims. lD ]

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[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

Hayner, I really didn't mean--

[turns around. gone. absolutely gone from the outside world and away from his friends. something inside him makes his whole body skip a beat and feel cold.]

... hello?

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[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[up in the attic with the door open, due to the fact there's a can of light blue paint open]

[wearing his ripped jeans and not much else, holding the can and painting down the edges of the rafters along the tilted walls - boxes and everything have been moved to the other side of the attic - that is, except for a ladder and a stereo, with a stack of CDs that he found downstairs]

[Since the painting never got done before the truth gas came about, he's decided to start work on it now - except he's nooot making a whole lot of progress when he's pausing to wave the paintbrush, dance around on the newspaper and shake his bum around to the blaring music]

[in his own little world, paints a few inches, occasionally stopping to bite his lip, get his groove on and snicker at himself]

[ ooc: Lulz. Feel free to bark at him to turn it down - or offer to help. x) ]

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[madeinoblivion.livejournal.com]

[Oh ho, what's this? A replica drags himself in looking frustrated as hell and exhausted, as if he's spent a very long time on his feet in hot pursuit.]

Does anyone here...have any kind of tips....about how you catch....a Cheshire Cat?

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[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

What're you losers complaining about now?

[some people show up bewildered, but Seifer's strutting in like he already owns the joint.]

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[weepygayroxy.livejournal.com]

FEMALES HAVE NICE TITS.

BUT I STILL HATE THEM.

[ooc: Gas'd.]

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[destati-13.livejournal.com]

[The past few weeks really hadn't been the greatest of his non-existence. Hell, his whole time hear could be summed up with a few, short lived, fun moments, and the rest had been him bickering with Axel, or nearly getting killed. And since his run in with the Sora from the same universe as himself, he'd been feeling pretty high strung.

There was also the fact that he hadn't slept well since bumping into Sora either; it must have triggered something in his subconscious, since bits and pieces of Sora's memories where starting to pop into his dreams. Roxas had decided that it was easier to just not sleep - but that plan had fallen through, as he was now fast asleep on a bench in the garden.

It didn't look like he was sleeping well, though.]

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[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ Riku's a busy bee, buzzing to and fro-- from the garden, to rummaging through odds and ends, to wandering down halls with something under his arm, looking for a specific room. ]

[ if you're lucky, you may catch him in the middle of one or the other. ]

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[petitblossom.livejournal.com]

[curled up on a couch, napping. There's a half-open book on the floor beneath his dangling hand.]

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[nevercouldfly.livejournal.com]

[Stopped mid-step]

This isn't the locker.

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[unstabled.livejournal.com]

[Taking slow, wary steps. His head hurt, his legs were trembling...]

Okay Sora, I'd like to get out of this dream now.

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[prekey.livejournal.com]

Well... I guess having a Keyblade isn't everything. I mean, there's only so much you can fight. But there is a whole bunch of new people to meet and make friends with!

Yeah, friends are definitely better than having a Keyblade.

Let's all be friends!

And It Washes Away All My Memories Of You

[forgetxyouxnot.livejournal.com]

[Roxas had begun to believe that the desires of those whom stayed here brought forth the creation of more than merely the edible. Everyone was making their own 'places.'

He'd not been aware of a beach-front area being behind that set of doors before, yet since rumors of someone's venture out here reached his ears, Roxas had wanted to return and confirm it. Now that Roxas is sitting little more than a foot-length from the frothing sea's tide....he can only assume that suspicion was true.

As was his second that the ocean led no where. After making it short ways out, trudging into the surf, the youth was instantly transported to the shore-line and his seated position in the blink of an eye. As if that had never happened....minus the very drenched condition he was sporting. Funny how reality bent so much, but never really added up, here.]


...What's the sense in creating someplace perfect for your desires, when the location isn't what matters?

a white beeping curiosity

[eeevaaa.livejournal.com]

[a small white robot zooms into the DR. she pauses in front of people, scanning her blue lasers over them, her chest beeping before she ignores them and moves on.]

Directive.