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[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ yaaay he's safe, having dived into some bedroom to hide from the crashes and the collisions. he just barely made it too; he's been scraped and side-swiped, but he's in one piece. he has no idea whose bedroom floor he's lying on, but it's nice to just lie there and rest for a little while. ]

if man is five and the devil is six, then that must make me seven;

[acedian.livejournal.com]

[amidst the craziness comes a new kid. An average looking Sora if you can ignore the fancier clothing he's sporting... or the fact that there is a giant all black snake wrapped around him. A snake he seems to be talking to]

I know, I know. Can't be late to the meeting, but really Roxas, you know how late Lust  gets the-

[whelp, this place does not look anything like the dark, looming hallway he had just been walking down]

Where...?

[ooc; so about that Angel Sanctuary. This Sora is very loosely based off Astarothe/Astarte. He's the demon that represents Sloth, and has a twin brother named Roxas who shares his body. When one is using the body, the other takes the form of a snake. More loosely based Angel Sanctuary-esque characters would be love]

restoration at...

[atleastonce.livejournal.com]

[like you've never seen a Naminé drawing before. but this one's different, somehow. the way she's drawing is more determined, like it's someone's memories instead of an idle sketch. who knows, maybe it is someone's memories. there's room on that couch she's sitting on, so have a seat and ask her if you're curious.]

[ooc: fixing crushedchains 's memories. week countdown starts now.]

you know what to do

[kooshballsnake.livejournal.com]

[Remember the garden? There's a Hydra rampaging in it.]

[ooc; ...yeah, don't blame me for the username. Also, can someone start slicing the head off this sucker for some lulz?]

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[muted-heart.livejournal.com]

[He decided he couldn't act happy anymore, because he wasn't. He was lonely and hurt. He only had himself to blame, he didn't socialize as much as he should, but who wanted to read what he had to say? So Sora decided if it was his fate to be alone forever, he might as well start now.

Sitting on the floor, a metal trash can in front of him, he started to rip up his used and new notepads, tossing the remains in the garbage can. Past conversations... gone, opportunity for new ones... gone.

To solidify the deal he struck a match and tossed it into the trash can, watching as past memories curled and burned to ash.

Watching solemnly he drew his knees to his chest, hugging them tightly.]

7th Heaven

[7thfinalheaven.livejournal.com]

[In the Hollow Bastion part of the Dressing Room (which hasn't turned into a racing track, thankfully) and is running her hand over the walls as she walks, stopping at a certain closed building. Her arm is still in a sling.]

...maybe I should reopen the bar.

All he wants is a home.

[strayinthenight.livejournal.com]

[He'd gone to sleep in the playhouse, but had woken up to chaos. At first he'd thought his fever addled brain had finally driven him to hallucinations...That was before he was nearly mowed down by a kart. He'd limped as fast as he could to a safe place and was now curled up as far into himself as he could go sandwiched in between a DDR machine and a pinball machine. This Roxas was different from the others, as evidenced by the cat ears and tail, and appeared to be injured. If the way he was carrying his left arm was any indication, it appeared to be broken. Would anyone approach the Nekojin?]


[ooc:Have a Nekojin Roxas, info is in his profile.]

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[300dollars.livejournal.com]

HEY. You are all the palest motherfuckers I've ever seen short of LIGHTING UP IN FLAMES ON CONTACT WITH SUNLIGHT.

The only people with dark skin are either EVIL (See: Ansem, pre-ricockulous retcon), or from Agrabah.

SORA KAIRI AND RIKU, BEST FRIENDS FOREVER, YAYYYYY, GETTING DICKETY DRUNK ON BONER BOOZE ON A FUCKING GODDAMN TROPICAL ISLAND. Yet only the CAMEO character's skin gets a tan.

Apparently, if 99 percent of the characters aren't a fucking asian-white mix, nobody will buy the game. HURBLE DURF BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN'T GET A CLITBONER IF THEY AREN'T PALE AND FRAGILE.

I hate every one of you fat cumrags so much.

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[cptn-awesome.livejournal.com]

[Just... kinda standing there, looking around]

Okay... I may be new, but I'm pretty sure this isn't the simulation room.

Calling Dr. Riku

[destineddoctor.livejournal.com]

[Have an eighteen year old, normal, average college student Riku walking in. He stopped and observed.]

This is not the hospital. Where am I, how did I get here, and where is Sora?

like a pendulum.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[he's gone for a few days and back again, looking worse for wear. like he hadn't slept the entire time during his absence. he shuffles over to the couch with a cape blanket held snuggly around his shoulders. he curls up on one end of the couch and closes his eyes.]

[ooc: rarara back from camping. sunburn sucks. :l]

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[zzzaaap.livejournal.com]

Yo, Chief. This area is clear, no heartless to be seen, yeah?

[Fingertips tapping against his hip, rod slung over his shoulder as he walked on- he expected to hear some sort of confirmation from his headset, but there was nothing and then suddenly he heard a burst of static. Swearing to himself he ripped off the headset and tossed it as far away from his person as possible]

Tch... What the hell was that?

[Then he gave a low whistle, looking around]

Or better yet... just what the hell. Something tells me I'm not in Radiant Garden anymore.

[ooc: KH!verse Reno. :l]

there are a thousand reasons.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[if any of you are in bumper cars, ignore him as he jumps onto the backs and fronts on his way to the kitchen. and he stands on a counter, with a sigh.]

It's the Room all over again... shit.

[ooc; fyi, he's wearing a ring that glows a certain color when people get near him. if you have ill intent, black it will glow. if you're not good to get close to romantically, it'll glow green. purple means something could come of the relationship, red is for TRU WUV etc, etc. blue will be a friendship. please tell me a color if you're interacting with him. \o/ i will laugh and he will stare if someone glows red around him so hard jkfslf]

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[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[he was sitting in the hallway and painting his door so that others would know the room was taken and so he didn't have to count doors every time just to make sure the room was his own. ...and then those karts had to come rushing through. now he's standing across the hall from his room in the bathroom doorway, waiting for a break in the karts so he can get back to his room. his jeans are covered in paint from his...rather graceful attempt to get the hell out of the way. of course, he doesn't look too happy.]

tomorrow means nothing.

[amore-propre.livejournal.com]

[lounging in a chair, a bored look on her face. though the body is clearly male, as shown by the open shirt, there's a feminine aura radiating from him. a ragged black skirt is draped haphazardly across his lap, revealing the butterfly tattoo that gave her the nickname "The Mad Butterfly". a black top hat sits crookedly on top of bright red hair that falls halfway down her back]

Well... this isn't my corner of Hell.

((ooc: Belial!Axel. represents the seventh deadly sin of pride. female mind, male body. in love with Lucifier, but would hate him if he ever returned the love. responsible for choosing his brides.))

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[vainglorymirror.livejournal.com]

[someone doesn't look too pleased. Then again, suddenly finding yourself in an entirely different place with only a towel on won't make anyone's day.]

Now this is hardly courteous.

(OOC: Because I'm a derp. Have the demon of lust instead.)

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[leaderofmuses.livejournal.com]

[In the kitchen we go! Demyx is in there, trying to find something to eat. So he ends up making cookies. Logical? Of course it is]

Anybody want any?

souls have crossed before me.

[oathbreak.livejournal.com]

[lounging on a couch somewhere, a cellphone against his ear. he makes a few broad movements with his arms as he speaks.]

--jammed it in so hard it got stuck in the bone. Do you know how hard it is to pull a knife out of bone?

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[smallestflame.livejournal.com]

[It was an awesome idea at the time. Like, when he wasn't flying forward at neck breaking speeds- it was a fantastic... and very childish idea. Sure karts were swell... but when you had such a slippery surface and a computer chair with wheels?

You... had to.

So there goes little Axel, screaming at the top of his lungs, flying down the tack like a crazy person]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[Probably going to crash into a wall, another kart... or a person. And it will probably hurt a bunch.

...

Boys will be boys, eh?]

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[smallsparks.livejournal.com]

[she's got those kunai out again, and she's lying down on the couch, upside down, ripping up the arm of the couch with them. it'll just fix itself anyway.]

Anybody willing to let me practice on them?

[ooc: :| yes she means torture]

W I T H T E E T H

[sorakick.livejournal.com]

[he's grinning, he's so triumphant, covered in stitches and scars with a crazy smile to go with the blood dots on his shirt.]

Yes.

[he may be walking a little lopsided, a little off and definitely not healed, but that's definitely alright.]

i'll rip it out and smash it to pieces;

[lovesthehate.livejournal.com]

[stalking the dressing room, not at all fazed by her new surroundings -- maybe the location was different, but the games she played never changed.]

A little caged bird says, she heard a certain Keybearer was coming to save her ...

[what a laugh! Larxene's amusement echoes down the halls.]

Oh, So-ra. Why don't you come out and -- [she brandishes her kunai here.] -- play with us? You've got a princess to save, you know.

fahrenheit 451

[hesafireman.livejournal.com]

(another new Axel? this one's dressed up like a fireman, and smells like kerosene.  he's holding his helmet, which has the number '451' on it.
he pauses in front of a bookshelf and then just stares. it's as if he's never seen one before.)

What on earth...?

(he cautiously removes a book, and then just stares at it. he looks up, and pales)

Where am I?

((Say 'hello' to Axel Sontag, based off of Guy Sontag from 'Fahrenheit 451'. :D
If you know the book: Kairi=Clarisse and Beatty=Xemnas. That is all.))

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[caredfor.livejournal.com]

[tying and untying his shoes over and over, mumbling melodically until it turns into a song]

...I'm sorry for us
The dinosaurs roam the earth
The sky turns green
Where I end and you begin

I am up in the clouds
I am up in the clouds
And I can't and I can't come down

I can watch and can't take part
Where I end and where you start
Where you, you left me alone
You left me alone

X'll mark the place
Like the parting of the waves
Like a house falling in the sea
In the sea

I will eat you alive

[he gets stuck on the last line, repeating it over and over]

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[shotareplica.livejournal.com]

[and he's waving around a toy sword]

We gotta go to candy mountain.

inquiring minds

[hallowkey.livejournal.com]

[is shuffling through the fridge and by all appearances he almost seems to be climbing into it, pausing to examine various things he finds before setting them back and poking around again]

Wonder what wobbly Soras eat...

[holds up something he finds and frowns at it. he's got no idea what a bottle of soda is]

Humans eat some strange things.

in dreams he came to me;

[acedian.livejournal.com]

[remember that Sora with the black snake from before? Well, now there's a Roxas slumped in a corner, a white snake curled around him. He looks to be perfectly still. Why don't you go talk to him. I'd advise children watch out though. After all, he's a bit hungry]

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[artistiiic.livejournal.com]

[She's feeling apprehensive, clutching her sketchbook tight. She's sticking closely to walls, one arm cradling her sketchbook, the other pressed against the sturdy smooth surface. Namine figured if she stuck by one wall it would lead her somewhere eventually.

She didn't try to make eye contact with anyone, not too keen to draw unnecessary attention to herself, but if she couldn't get back soon... then maybe she'd have to speak up and ask for some sort of assistance]

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[falseshore.livejournal.com]

[and here's Ryuu, chillin' in a bumper car]

So apparently this place is now a carnival ride, huh? What next, roller coasters?