i want to reach you.

[schizoxas.livejournal.com]

Since I'm curious.

To all the Axels... how many of you are Nobodies who fell 'in love' with your Roxas?

Don't be shy. If you don't tell me, I'll just assume you did anyway.

[with his legs folded indian-style, back straight and arms on his ankles.]

Welcome to Hell...Enjoy your stay.

[bad-moonlight.livejournal.com]

[Have a confused Saix walking out of a portal. He looked around and sighed.]

The things I do for that man. Where has he sent me this time?

Beware the Yaoi Fangirl

[inurmemoriez.livejournal.com]

[Behold a Namine in her natural habitat. She's sitting at a table in the main room, and appears to be drawing. But drawing what is the question. She's not even realized that she is not most definitely at her normal place.]

Hmm, he needs slantier eyes.

[She erased the eyes in question and started to redraw them.]


[ooc: Somewhat canon based Namine. She has her powers and likes to screw with the boys by drawing them in compromising positions with each other. She's very fond of yaoi.]

Lolita?

[shdw-roxas.livejournal.com]

[A Roxas enters the Dressing Room facing backwards. He appears to be talking to someone on the other side of the door.]

For the last time, Axel. The answer is no. I am not wearing that Lolita maid outfit no matter how much you beg me.

[He turned around and realized he wasn't where he was supposed to be.]

Well shit. Not this again.

Water Dragon?

[sitar-hero-ix.livejournal.com]

[And enter a Demyx. With a blue dragon-like thing on his shoulder. He appears to be talking to it.]

No Kaemon, we are not stealing Zexion's cookies. You remember what happened the last time we did that?

[Clueless him doesn't realize where he is. And oops....he didn't remember that chair being there before. He tripped and caught himself. Then looked around.]

Uh, did I take a wrong turn at Albuquerque?

losing grip

[destined-twins.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's slumped near a wall here? Oathkeeper is sitting on the floor leaning against the wall, looking pale and weak. Once or twice she flickers and winces. Oblivion, on the other hand seems to be in a worse condition.

Although he's standing, one of his hands is leaning on the wall for support, the other clutching his side as if it's painful there. He's flickering more violently than Oathkeeper is, and once or twice, he gives a yell of pain, disappearing from view at one moment and appearing again soon back in human form, though transparent.

He grits his teeth and addresses the dressing room.]

Okay, Roxae. Let's talk. I need information. Particularly from those who had already merged with Sora or have experienced merging with Sora. Think of this as a small favor being asked by the Keyblades you've been using ever since you existed.

viva la vida

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Keyblades out, she's in the training room, trying not to think of flickering or merging. She's pretty much training by herself, doing flips and running on walls...but she won't mind a sparring partner.]

I am an accident waiting to happen;

[transientingly.livejournal.com]

[she feels so much better when in jeans and a tank top. So she's lounging on a couch like this, eyes closed, as she taps a beat on the back of the couch idly. God, she's bored]

sigh.

[beyondthedawn.livejournal.com]

[doing laps in the pool, with his good arm anyways. he climbs out after a while and throws a towel over his face, leaning against the wall and getting lost in his thoughts.]

Should do something today...

not dr. dolittle, rly.

[commandingly.livejournal.com]

[sprawled out on a couch, one leg hanging off, with a kitten on top of his chest, batting at the fingers he wiggles in front of it.]

I dunno what to do, Riku.

[mumbles it, to the cat. Yes, the cat.]

Christ.

eve wants friends <3

[eeevaaa.livejournal.com]

[she's picking up random objects, scanning them, and then messing with them to see if they do anything. As she's examining the toaster, toast pops up. alarmed, she blasts her cannon at it, leaving a charm crater in the wall. the toaster no longer exists.]

ho hum

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

I'm starting to get the feeling no one listens to me!

Which is weird, because I hardly ever say anything that isn't worth listening to. Right?

Well, unless you're a traitor.

no subject

[waaaall-e.livejournal.com]

[laser cutter goes through the door and Wall-E sticks his head through the opening]

Oooohh....

[rolls through]

Eeeeevaa?

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[shotareplica.livejournal.com]

Hey, has anyone seen a Namine about my age? Um... she was here, but then she disappeared 'n stuff.

...'n the Roxas said I should look for her.

We already looked in the basement place.

PASSENGER-

[aahn.livejournal.com]

[he's facing the wall, forehead pressed to the cool surface while he stares with great intensity, like he's expecting it to just burn through where his eyes are set. you might not want to break his concentration though, you could get unfortunate results.]

{def 18+. people are having fun taking advantage of him. :| }

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[melodyofhearts.livejournal.com]

[She's been here, but hiding for a while doing random stuff to keep her busy. Now she's found a whole band set of instruments in the music room, and guess who's decided to practice drums? Yea, and she's not being quiet about it.]

no subject

[mouselikeyoda.livejournal.com]

[and here's a Mickey, watching carefully as various doubles and the likes pass by. He's new, obviously.]

Gosh, I've seen plenty of worlds before, but none like this...

[ooc: Canon!Mickey, taken from...sometime during KH2.]

well i'm down for the count.

[knowsyoursecret.livejournal.com]

[miserable Axel is miserable. if his face wasn't buried in the couch cushions, anyone would be able to tell how upset he really was. he wants his Riku, more than anything]

((ooc: specifically wants skymning_land, but feel free to have anyone bug him~))

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[skies-light.livejournal.com]

[just hanging out in the kitchen, waiting for the microwave to go off. she's hungry, and this is the closest she's going to get to cooking without a disaster.]

a poem of hope.

[xieyi.livejournal.com]

Little Brother!

[she's shoving a door out of the way to try and grab her fleeting dog that... is... not... there? she looks around, before pulling herself up.]

What's happening...?

no subject

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ he's awkwardly arranged in a loveseat, fast asleep with a book over his face-- wait, it's pornography, when did that happen? ]

[ still embarrassing. ]

nearly incapacitated yet again

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Axel's flopped down on a couch, on his stomach, with his head under a pillow. He still feels sick thanks to Marluxia, even though he's pretty sure that by now he's emptied the contents of his stomach--which had been at least half a dozen muffins and a piece of a cake that would send anyone into a diabetic coma from just looking at it. Nevermind the headache. There's a glass of water on the coffee table nearby, but it doesn't look like he's touched it since he set it there. Hey, for all you know, he might be asleep.]

Uuugh, m'gonna kill him...

[Or not.]

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[sparrah.livejournal.com]

[Swagger, step...stop and blink. Opens his mouth to say something, brows furrowed... closes mouth and thinks. Fingers twitch and he swayed in place before he started on his way again]

Not the locker. Too many things in it, and very little me's.

[Pause, ponders that with a wave of a hand]

Myself. Myselves, rather. [hand flip]

Couldn't be the locker anyway, young Turner wouldn't be so cruel as to do so after I saved his life- er... or condemned him to immortality.

[Shrug of the shoulders]

Either or. There are also too many key lads. Bugger knows what he's doing here, them... But this could bloody well be the locker, no wind. No water. No ship- er, dinghy. There is also a severe lack of rum.

So with a heavy heart I bid you all a very fond adieu.

[Turns to leave from whence he came and THUNK! That was a wall. He rubbed his head]

Bugger.

no subject

[connatus.livejournal.com]

[without his Axel around, he doesn't really have much of a purpose.. or so he believes. after spending the majority of his day looking for his red head and/or a way out, he's found himself alone in the kitchen, sitting indian-style in one of the chairs. one hand rests on the table, his fingers tapping sporadically, his eyes unfocused and staring at the table]

when you're around.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[--hey, lookit there. there's a Riku curled up on the couch, looking grumpy with a green blanket around him. he's playing a black DS, but he looks ready to go to sleep.]

That's... what you get. ... yeah, that's right, Bidoof...

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[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

[ it started with soreness behind his eyes that he chalked up to stress, but escalated further. the headache spread, turning from a simple ache to a full-throttle migraine. he's slumped in a chair, the heel of his palm pressing on his right eye. he's got on a too big Organization coat that's clearly not his. ]

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[crushedchains.livejournal.com]

...man. Who was that kid?

[don't mind the Riku just sitting on one of the couches, trying to think]

All I know is that he grew up on the islands. Like that helps...

[and he just gives a frustrated sigh]

[ooc: Referring to Sora, by the by.]

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[allbutnone.livejournal.com]

Don't be fooled. Your shadows are still growing.

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[crankdatsoraboy.livejournal.com]

YAAAH TRICK YAHHH!

Leave me 'lone, folk, 'fore I hafta knock yo' lights out!

no subject

[mozen-rath.livejournal.com]

[Stepping out of the shadows, this particular young man seemed amused, not worried at all about his predicament it seems.]

Interesting.

[He was without Xerxes, and that also hardly had an effect on him]

So Jafar has failed to defeat Aladdin and the boy with the key. Again. It looks like it's time for someone more suited to take this challenge.

And now the magic has led me here.

[Smirks, eying his gauntlet]

A worthy sacrifice indeed.

MIA

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[he'd run around frantically for as long as his little legs would take him, before finally flopping down on the floor in hysterical sobs.]

[this is definitely the fastest he's managed to lose a birthday present. Sora hasn't even considered how Riku might react yet.]

make it mine;

[prodigiousson.livejournal.com]

[he's standing straight, posture perfect like he was taught as a child... before his breath hitches and he goes into a small fit of coughing. Ugh, looks like someone's caught a little cold]

Oh bother.

what's another sicko

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[flops on a couch and sighs, turning a TV on]

Finally doing bet-ter...

[frowns when his voice cracks; it's still not quite back to full volume but the crack just plain offends him]

Better, damn it.

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[distressed.livejournal.com]

And I descend from grace
In arms of undertow
I will take my place
In the great below

[he's laying on a bed, screaming these lyrics while playing his acoustic because he was pretty sure he was home alone and not in a huge cross-dimension dressing room.]

falling for the creep, the body leech;

[achromaticly.livejournal.com]

[he's pacing around, distractedly rubbing at him black eye and whining softly]

Why does it hurt so bad?

[more rubbing as he shuts his eyes tight against the pain]