shambles;

[melodybot.livejournal.com]

I'm bored. Someone play with me. Or at least ask me to sing something for you.

[huffs, crossing his arms over his chest]

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[upthesleeves.livejournal.com]

[there's someone who appears to be a female Luxord standing in the middle of a room, flicking a card up and down in the air. she seems to be in a rather good mood, judging by the completely innocent smile on her face~]

Anyone up for a round of poker?

[disregard that in her hands are only thirteen cards. they've just made a little wager with their wielder, and well. they haven't done anything actually violent and weapon-like in a while.

...and they intend to.]

[ooc; yeah, uh. :| anyone willing to sacrifice someone to and/or put up a good fight against a bunch of cards (they have razorblades for edges as heads up), come on down.]

I love my computer;

[technocomplex.livejournal.com]

My data has indicated that users respond positively to ownership of various units.

I wish to collect more data on this subject and am looking for a master to serve.

[saying this to the general public, not too worried about what might happen because of it]

[ooc; umm, this robot is looking for a master to serve in any way possible. Any takers lD]\

Co-owned by pluiet and dominatingly now.

now in the morning I sleep alone.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[sitting in the kitchen, an Irish coffee next to him. his wallet is in his hands, full of useless plastic and bills. but he could care less about those; emerald eyes are trained on two pictures in the back. one is of him holding Sora, his 1 year old son. the other is of him and Larxene. they're smiling and Larxene's got Sora in her arms. of course, she was his ex-girlfriend, the only one he'd had before he decided men were more to his liking. if he remembered correctly, Kairi, Larxene's lesbian lover, had taken the picture]

Hn, wonder how the little tyke's doing without his daddy.

explain to me how you're so damn naive.

[knowsyoursecret.livejournal.com]

[he's been scouring the dressing room since his resurrection, and still there was no sign of his classmate. finally, he returned to the room they'd be sharing, sitting on the bed with a sigh]

Ri, where are you?

((ooc: locked to skymning_land, and possibly commandingly if he cares to jump in.))

above the noise.

[youngbelts.livejournal.com]

[well, after a good cleanup, he's in the main room and on a couch with a warm blanket over his head and shoulders. yeah, normal replicas don't throw around small balls of lightning, but he's not very normal.]

There's no sky here. Kind of makes living difficult.

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[lost-myfooting.livejournal.com]

[is at the end of one of the long hallways, hands tight on the rims of his wheelchair, counting silently to himself. Three....two....one, and he's off, racing down that hallway as fast as he can in that wheelchair, grinning like a retard. Assuming no one interferes, then he'll keep timing himself to see how fast he's going. If someone does....well, we'll see.]

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[leatherandbelts.livejournal.com]

[Have an annoyed Leon! Post!KH2, as well. :3 He's walking down the hall, grumbling, but with Lionheart gripped firmly in one hand, as if he's on edge, which, knowing him, is almost perfectly normal!]

..........where the hell...

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[mentalistic.livejournal.com]

[sitting outside a room - presumably his - on the floor, back pressed against the wall. he's counting quietly to himself, but he never seems to get very far before he starts over.]

One..two..three... One..two, three, four, one..two...

clear.

[rile.livejournal.com]

[someone is supposed to be crunching numbers and backing up his hard drive, yet instead he's doing the opposite. with large headphones around his neck blasting music, he's focused on his laptop where he's enthralled by some first-person shooter game.]

... Aha! Headshot.

[ooc; shame on roxas. 18+]

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[bottomsforall.livejournal.com]

[...don't mind him. He's just in there doing laundry, frowning as he comes upon a rather lacy pair of underwear. Wondering whose they were, he holds them up to his own hips, trying to think if (and why, god, why) he had ever bought anything like this. So totally doesn't realize how this looks if someone were to walk in and see him looking like he was debating on trying on those frilly underroos.]

you think this game is 64 bits, boy?

[newblades.livejournal.com]

[someone's too stubborn to put up with the taste of an Elixir after getting into a fight -- and for some absurd reason, stitching himself up seems like a more desirable alternative.]

[there's already a bandage around his neck, and he's awkwardly working on his shoulder. he's not wincing whenever he pushes the needle in, but the absolutely foul look on his face says something about his current mood.]

fight for all the wrong reasons.

[confidenthero.livejournal.com]

[this isn't an unfamiliar sight if you know the guy; he's busy bench pressing a well amount of weight for his body size, shining with sweat and looking pretty spent from so much working out.]

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[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[Kairi here is sitting on the nearest couch, a sword laying across her knees. She's running a few fingers over the flat side of the blade, expression thoughtful. Someone's given herself a mission and wants to go through with it, and, really now, pressing buttons on a controller isn't the same as being in the action.]

I need someone to help me learn how to fight.