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[minimemory.livejournal.com]

[she's wearing that pink dress.]

I wanna get laid!

[...say what.]

[ooc: blaming Kura.]

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[whatisshame.livejournal.com]

... I have to kill myself now.

{ ooc; O- OOPS }

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[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[not everyone can always be a bully, and while some people are off doing their thing, Seifer's giving himself a once-over in the mirror, beanie crumpled up in one hand while he combs through his hair with the other.]

Tch.

sunlight never felt so cold

[xiiir.livejournal.com]

[self pity never was something he fancied. it made him feel queasy to try it. but honestly; he could have tried. wearing that sweater, on a day as hot as this no less, that looked like it could have belonged to his overweight uncle... made his gangly legs look even thinner. think caramel apple on a stick]

...

[then again. it's not like he's gone looking for someone. hiding out on the upper window ledge, another how-the-hell-did-he? moment, he's much happier with just the window open. the place was rank of cigarette smoke. at least that annoying nurse couldn't find, let alone reach, him up there.]

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[destiny-thief.livejournal.com]

 Sora! Sora...

I...I need to talk to you..

Are you there?

and the band played on--

[holeboy.livejournal.com]

[someone stayed at the party only long enough to grab a few drinks and retreat. his new place of residence is a sofa somewhere away from the festivities, halfway out of his fancy borrowed tux, nursing his last remaining glass. he's taking a sip every time he sees someone else in high dress pass by]

Twenty-three... twenty-four...

[ooc: replies will come later: going to the lake to swim, yaaaaaaay~]

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[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Having finished Catcher In The Rye practically overnight, and with no other decent book recommendations from any reliable sources at the moment, Axel had taken to wandering again. Paranoia was starting to wear on him since he'd discovered through a most unfortunate and frightening event that the Sora that was counterpart to his Roxas was now here. It, of course, meant Roxas was at risk of disappearing. It also meant there was now a Riku out hunting for him. Axel wasn't so sure he wanted to end up in a fight with this Riku--after all, not only might he get his ass kicked, but he'd promised Roxas he wouldn't get himself in any more fights. He'd already broken that promise a few times since it was made, but hey, he was trying.

Stripped of the coat that marked him as a member of the Organization XIII, Axel was just walking through the halls with his hands in his pockets. Knowing his luck, Riku was probably somewhere nearby or something... He at least had the security of Riku not knowing which Axel he was, but the same went for Axel; any of the Soras or Rikus he'd passed today may have been them. Not good. He'd really need to keep closer tabs on Roxas... Maybe he could just lock him in their room until he took care of the silver-haired punk and found a way to get Sora out...?]

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[darkdarkdarkyay.livejournal.com]

[the ball room, once set up to be a grand celebration suddenly shifts. The lights flicker, and the white mushrooms dart off, as larger, more powerful heartless appear. Darksides, Wyverns, Large Bodies, Soldiers, you name it, it's there.

The tables have turned, and now anyone within the ball room is in great danger.]

[ooc: Attack has begun! You are still welcome to continue threads in the other post and assume it's backdated, but technically speaking, the heartless have begun to swarm]

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[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

[ Roxas leans against the side of a table, the edge digging into his side, as he holds his head. it hurts, he thinks, but at the same time it's not pain... ]

X... X-E... M... N... A-S...

X-E-M-N-A-S...

Who is that?

she must rinse.

[holdontoit.livejournal.com]

[the art room is splattered with paints and such, and she's just dancing around. don't mind her. she's just, you know. singing a song. there are a three separate books in front of her workstation, all that are pulled out and with pop-ups, collages on separate pages, you name it. most are multicolored and without any words.]

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[mysongislife.livejournal.com]

 [sitting with his knees pulled up, in the general area of...it doesn't really matter. he's just watching all the Axels and Soras quietly, chin resting on his knees and drowning in his gray hoodie that's at least two sizes too big. all of them look the same, no different from his own Axel and Sora -- well, there are a few exceptions, but in general, they remind him of his own. man, does he miss them...]

the garden of everything.

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

[he's alone himself, confused to know if certain friends are really his or not. if this red haired guy is the one he's supposed to meet-- or that one, or if any of this is really real at all. while he'd gotten word from everyone he's bumped into that this was some cross of dimensions, he's been told one too many times that whatever he sees is all in his head; just a figment of his imagination.]

Hnh..

[instead of wandering in the halls, he'll stick to a smaller room, the one with the koi pond up against the wall. at the bottom of the pond there seem to be dim lights, the skylight above showing a clear night sky with stars. any light other than that was turned, and it made for a surreal little home, especially with the occasional firefly sparkling along.]

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[crushedchains.livejournal.com]

[thanks to Kairi, he's got new clothes. Now he doesn't look near as silly...though he does blend in a bit what with all the other Rikus his age. Oh well. He's content just leaning against a wall, still looking a bit spaced out. Blame his smash'd heart.]

What's with all the... heartless?

comm link.

[ofradiance.livejournal.com]

So, Braig's been tellin' me that there're others 'round here.

Dilan, are ye still here? An' who else are?

Wonder if they're searchin' for me. I'd be a disappointed lass of they didn't!

I'd like t'know so I'll be updated in who gets shoved in this pit.

Devil on your back, I can never die;

[transientingly.livejournal.com]

[that pretty white dress she had on is tattered and a little bit bloody as she's staggering along, the broken leg of a chair clutched in her hand. Yes, she was beating off heartless with a friggin broken chair leg, but she's glad to be out of there.]

I don't even know what the hell those were.... stupid dressing room.

[with a sigh she slumps to the floor]

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[mininobody.livejournal.com]

[seven-year-old Kairi unconscious on the floor, here. don't step on her.]

[ooc: I regret nothing. minimemory 's Nobody. ...she just lost her heart. :|]