because it's funny when you're frightened;

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[twirl twirl twirl goes that switchblade of his]

If I don't get some entertainment, I think I'm going to lose it.

Someone be a team player and let me test something on you. It's non fatal, don't worry.

I am the inspiration;

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

[eating ice cream out of the carton, listening to some Beethoven.]

Bland...

[so he's squirting chocolate syrup and chocolate sprinkles in the carton]

just human nature.

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[someone's brushing their hair before bed with a quiet yawn.]

... hm. I wonder if all days'll just turn out like this. Do we age in here?

if I only had her heart.

[stainedxpurity.livejournal.com]

[she's just lounging idly on one of the couches, not really paying attention to the world around her.

...of course, that might change if anyone interesting passed by.]

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[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[seems like all you see lately in the rooms is darkness... Looks like another one got caught up in something they shouldn't have. There's a... Kairi, it looks like, crouched in the middle of the floor, yellow eyed and darker toned. Her hands are practically melting into black, curled into claws that she's scratching along the ground.

Overall, she just looks kind of... lost.]

weirder and weirder

[destinies-light.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, another addition to the organization coat wearing Roxae. This one is walking around in confusion, Keyblades at the side.

And...

....this Roxas is a female.]

[ooc: Yo, skies_light! Your Nobody is here! Also, please check the two new posts in the OOC comm. We'd really like to organize things. Thank yew. :3]

I was saving that bacon.

[lone-immunity.livejournal.com]

[Strolls in, looking around cautiously. He's got a semi-automatic hanging from one shoulder, and a bag across on the other.]

...This is not what the inside of an apartment looks like.

[ooc: from the movie I Am Legend. I have no self control :/]

i'm terrified of these four walls.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[it's normally kind of quiet when it's this early, so he's just at a table, eating some toast. normal, normal... but there's something echoing in his ear and he looks back quickly. --there it is again! he can hear it. that voice. he's standing and looking around wildly, most probably knocking things over in his way. he can't see, it's all dark and there's toxic ooze on the floor--]

What--?

[ooc; don't you hate it when you've gone like, five years without the flu and then you get pneumonia? someone's been sane for quite a while and everyone deserves a little outbreak.]

what's this?

[imaskellington.livejournal.com]

Hmm....peculiar.

[ooc: I'M GONNA MESS UP, I KNOW IT.]

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[heart-robot.livejournal.com]

[that red light in his chest is blinking a lot more faintly]

Kind of an awkward question, but does anyone have a charger?

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[failedmath.livejournal.com]

[and in walks a disaffected teenaged Axel, casually strolling along until he opens his eyes and notices his surroundings]

What. The. Fuck.

macroku iz in ur dr killin u wid macroes

[macrochan.livejournal.com]

[ooc; dis post dun loev ur dialup.]

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[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Axel's ducking into his room, closing the door behind him. His hood is up, and he's got a pair of scissors in his hand...]

H-hey, Roxas? I need your help with something...

(ooc: destati_13? :D )

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[soracial.livejournal.com]

[here's a fresh and familiar face.]

[a lot of Soras are the life of the party, but this boy dressed in white looks like he's having a hard time with the crowd, sticking to the walls and trying to just blend in.]

so please be kind if I'm a mess--

[holeboy.livejournal.com]

[apologies to anyone who doesn't like the smell of cigarette smoke, but the kitchen's thick with the stuff, now. unable to find his own matches, Demyx resorted to using the burners on the stove to light up. but one smoke turned into two and he ended up chainsmoking his way through quite a few of them, if the collection of spent ends crushed out in the chinaware dish on the table are any indication. something's obviously bothering him, it's written in his posture and expression and the fact he doesn't normally go through seven cigarettes in one sitting...]

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[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[and in comes Ienzo, heartless once again... only he seems to be concentrating on something, and within a few moments, his heartless-like traits are masked and he appears, for the most part, normal.

With that taken care of, he situates himself against a wall with a book and starts to read quietly, though it's rather obvious that he's waiting for something, or rather, someone...]

[ooc: Here's the deal. First-- yes, he has illusions like this, though, unlike a Zexion, he cannot use a Lexicon, and therefore is only half as capable. Additionally, no, he doesn't have a new Nobody; he wasn't complete when his heart was taken again, so the Nobody is practically unaffected other than perhaps having memories for the time being. And anyone with a good sense of smell, or just the ability to recognize people by their aura are welcome to notice that he's still a heartless, and people are welcome to have seen him before he used the illusion, too.]

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[destati-13.livejournal.com]

[Roxas is looking around the dressing room, rubbing at the back of his neck. He's actually looking for someone, other than Axel.]

Hey... Has anyone seen a Naminé? She's helping out a Sora and I... I wanted to talk to her.

(OOC: Looking for cagedmemories)

homesick

[seasides]

[he's just... leaning against the wall of a quiet room, fiddling with the guitar in his lap. he doesn't look particularly happy, eyes downcast and a faint frown pulling at his lips. after a moment he picks up the guitar and settles properly with it, hesitantly strumming a few notes. but then he sighs and puts it back down, letting his head fall back to thump against the wall.]


(ooc: Throw anyone, anyone, you want at him. I don't care what happens to him, short of him being killed. :| *horrible*)

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[watchthesunsets.livejournal.com]

[have a post-apocalyptic rp Roxas- he's wearing his Organization coat, which is drenched in water just like the rest of him - but the most curious thing about his appearance is that his shoes are missing.]

Maybe he's come back here- guess I've gotta wait and see.

It'd be nice if Axels stopped pulling disappearing acts. Maybe it'd make this stupid place just that much more bearable.

[he pauses]

.. also, if anyone's seem my shoes, let me know.

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[shotareplica.livejournal.com]

[and out comes lil' Rep again, this time with what looks like a box of...keychains? Yes indeed. Keychains, like a Keybearer would use, but he has no idea]

Guess this place really does have treasure! Wonder what all this stuff does...

[though from the looks of it, the box is a bit heavy for the kiddo]

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[committing.livejournal.com]

Uh.. has anyone seen my Roxas? He's my.. [he hesitates here, and seems like he wants to say something completely different] ... patient. Aaaaaaaaand well, I kinda lost him a little while back.

Guess asking in a room with thousands of people doesn't help much, but it can't hurt to try, right?

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[tiniestheart.livejournal.com]

[looking around the room with a ":ooooo" like expression.]

So many new people here! Where's everyone come from? There must be a lotta worlds out there!

I wanna see them all someday...

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[crooked-flame.livejournal.com]

Well, that could have gone so much--

[notices his surroundings.]

...worse.

...

Man, oh man. Don't tell me Superior finally figured out a way to lock the dark corridors onto specific mission-worlds.

(ooc: Axel, fresh from the end of Castle Oblivion! Gave his report, stepped into a portal and then... found himself here.)

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[keybladeless.livejournal.com]

[Have an 11 year old wise-guy, stacking up three or so crates from who-knows-where in the middle of the room. He's scrawny looking, but in a don't-mess-with-me kind of way, and has a smaller than average Kingdom Key attached to his waist. After he's sure it's steady, he climbs on top, crosses his arms and regards the room with a smug smile.]

I call this lot in the name of the Keyblade Kids! [his hands go to his waist and he looks around challengingly]

Anybody gotta problem with that?

[ooc: yes, Sora-the-Great, leader of the good gang from smallsparks ' universe. I was manipulated D:. <<;]

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[survivingly.livejournal.com]

(oh, hey, it's Zombie invasion 'verse Kairi! how's she doing? in fact, what is she doing?
she's writing some stuff in a notebook. it's about the cure for the zombie disease, and since she knows a good amount about it, she's trying to get SOMETHING done in regards to the cure while she's there. she's mostly working out the basics, because the detail work was what the Vexen of their world worked on)

donna donna;

[melodybot.livejournal.com]

[carrying around a box. What's in the box? He doesn't know, he hasn't opened it yet. He doesn't even know whose box it is, but he found it so he's going to tote it around while singing to himself softly..... what an odd song]

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[upthesleeves.livejournal.com]

[well now, who left a bunch of cards laying around.]

[ooc; there are fourteen of them. replies may be slow. oh god fourteen why D|]

☆

[tinytraitor.livejournal.com]

[ oh boy oh boy, another little kid. this one's holding a pair of fancy, familiar keyblades. ]

Naminé-?

[ ooc; roxas from smallsparks's verse. o/ ]

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[tinymusicnotes.livejournal.com]

Hey, Even, can you help me with this proble--

[a boy of thirteen has entered the room, holding a math textbook and looking first confused, and then groans]

Oooh I am going to be in SO MUCH TROUBLE...

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[sixthapprentice.livejournal.com]

[what? Another Ienzo? And one that looks about 30-ish? Strange, very strange... Even stranger is that he doesn't seem too phased by his surroundings, and just seems to be off towards the general direction of the library until he comes to a pause-]

...Strange. I don't seem to recall the hall being this...clean in years.

[ooc: Starting off this bandwagon thing. So, yeah. This is radiantprodigy after being stuck in the DR for 15 years. And yes, this journal is recycled.]