hunger

[hesapiranha.livejournal.com]

[anyone within the range of the kitchen would see a disturbing sight. there are blood drips leading inside it, and the main table is covered with red, the smell of iron in the air. there are bits of....something, and a Saix seems to be cooking.

....there's a crown necklace blood stained on one table.

...anyone want to say "what's cookin', doc?"]

[ooc: YES, I WENT THERE. cannibal!Saix from the fic The Blood Game. Warning, there's a chance that your characters might get eaten.

and oh hay guys, I have class. let's continue this blood game soon. gotta go for now.]

helpless and left for dead

[mini-key.livejournal.com]

[feathers everywhere and...there's a boy wearing white clothes, looking eight years in age lying on the floor.

...he's still dead though. that heart in his chest isn't beating.]

yeah hi I want to see the birthday lady

[atotalsap.livejournal.com]

[tugging along a huge cart with a huge cake with a huge single candle on top; who knows where he actually got all of it.]

Hey, Cloud! [stops in the center of the room, looking around.]

Cloud, you can't hide, Aerith told me what today is!

My nervous system is shot alright

[destati-13.livejournal.com]

[Roxas is wandering the hallways, which in itself isn't very odd, but he looks very lost - confused even. He has no idea where he is. But... wait a second, this Roxas isn't new to the dressing room. He's been here a while, hasn't he? You'd never know from the way he was looking around though.]

... Where am I?

((OOC: Went ahead and had all of Roxas' memories wiped on accident by cagedmemories, hope you don't mind Naminé.))

no subject

[likescharades.livejournal.com]

[There's a boy walking down the hall, a little bounce to his step. It's nearly impossible to see his feet under that long shirt, and he looks human, but the emblem on the front, paired with his bright yellow eyes, are sure to tip off anyone to what he is.

He looks pretty harmless, though, pausing mid-step to look around, one hand raised to his mouth.]

iv arrives

[femmistry.livejournal.com]

[there's a burst of flame- it looks almost like the tail end of an Axel's attack- and then suddenly there's a Vexen, all done up in Organization gear. at first glance it looks like any other Vexen, but wait- does this one seem a little curvier than normal? are those tits? yep, this one's female.]

Well isn't this interesting. So much for becoming nothing, hm VIII?

He needs something to do

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

[Ri has been making a pest of himself, poking his head into different rooms and looking under furniture and in closets. He's also muttering to himself as he comes up empty]

... I know that I saw a chocobo around here... maybe if I try the next room...


[ooc: Ri is looking for a chocobo chick to give to his Sora, or at the very least, something cute. Feel free to help/bother/laugh at him.]

no subject

[boardspeech.livejournal.com]

[ that's a big yawn there Roxas, what have you been up to? he hasn't been very active lately, just sitting around doing nothing. he seems almost zombie-ish, walking around in a daze. he drops his white board, stops walking and stares down at it, making no move to retrieve it. picking it up is just so much work... Roxas definitely needs a wake up call! ]

Kairi knows best

[neck.livejournal.com]

[locates a certain redhead and taps her shoulder, hoping he's not distracting from anything]

Hey, Kairi?


[ooc: For forebodingly]

no subject

[radiantbloom.livejournal.com]

[there's a kitty with a collar squirming around sleepily in her arms.]

Does he belong to anyone?

(OOC: idk i just wanted to post with her. :|

ETA; I might be going to bed soon so that's the reason if tags come to screeching halt.)

like a rickshaw getting pulled around by another rickshaw

[staticinstereo.livejournal.com]

[a rare few of you might recognize this creaking, clanking, human-shaped oddity trundling down a hallway. time hasn't affected him in the conventional sense, but it's certainly made its presence known.

his movements are far less smooth and his skin is riddled with tears, aging metal winking through the gaps. the two most damaged areas are his right arm - where all the skin from the elbow down has been removed - and the left half of his face from forehead to cheekbone. most of the skin there is missing as well, along with his eye and one of his speakers, torn wires dangling uselessly from empty sockets.

the drone of constant static buzzes from the intact speaker on his right, fingers scraping along the wall as he uses it to balance himself. but something stops him and he stares at his hand, dented metal shining back at him]

It's too bright here.

[ooc: ffffuh. way late on the uptake, but I wanted to give this a shot. future version of radio_aids ]

and we dance

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[she's found a pretty large room that reminds her of a dance studio; clean, hardwood floor, a huge mirror covering one wall, and a nice, big stereo with a bunch of CDs stacked beside it. after searching through the collection and testing a few of the CDs, she's finally found a decent song. cranking the volume up, she starts dancing like she hasn't got a care in the world. it's nothing professional, just a girl letting herself go with the music.]

so spoke, misery.

[reflecktion.livejournal.com]

[in the middle of the room, covered in blood, his Sora's head cradled in his arms. normally sea-green eyes are now golden with anger. ignore the tears running down his face, he's ready to kill]

Who did this?!

((ooc: purposely calling out hesapiranha for eating veridic. Riku doesn't appreciate the eating of his boyfriend. :|))

no subject

[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

[Who's this charming fellow, taking center stage and reappearing like something the cat dragged in? Just your friendly neighborhood assassin. It seems to be that the Dressing Room has a severely fucked up sense of humor; considering that it decided to return 'Lae' to his prior reality....

Where he's very much deceased.

At least times aren't nearly equivalent in every plane of existence. The duration spent being sentient within his very inanimate body likely was not the same time frame as his absence here.

Probably.

So now that he's back from....vacation...this one's off to Disneyland contemplate the meaning of life via the abuse of fellow 'roomers. Anyone want to volunteer? If you do, ignore his yet-again bloodied state. Or give him some wet-naps to clean up with.]