bitter bitter

[torpid.livejournal.com]

A-ah, damnit ...

[groans as he tries to hold himself up against a wall, a glass of water in one shaky hand and a bottle of pills in another. looks like someone's not doing as good as he should be.]

seventy eight faces

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

[a door appears, and opens, with a new Naminé walking through. she looks to be around sixteen, wearing that familiar white dress, but with a pair of jeans underneath and a white hoodie overtop. as soon as she realizes she's not where she was headed, her hands go into her hoodie pocket, moving to hold a small, rectangular bulge. her gaze drifts around warily, unease plain on her face.]

What the heck...?

trial

[white-canvass.livejournal.com]

[sitting somewhere, eyes trained on the Keyblade she's holding. after a while...]

Are there any Kairis around? The ones who came from a world parallel to my own world, that is.

no subject

[dawnrise]

[Someone's walking out of the water in the 'beach', soaking wet and dripping salty water everywhere. Her shoes squeak a little with each step, and, just as quickly as she'd left before, there's Riku, alive and well. Oddly enough, her clothes are in perfect condition, no tears or rips in the fabric, and no bloodstains.

She's just looking around in a kind of bewildered sort of way most people do when they find themselves here for the first time, wet hair sticking to her skin.]

More Human

[wisdomschild.livejournal.com]

[If this new Zexion is at all disturbed by the fact that this room is not, in fact, Axel's house, where his group is so prone to congregating, he doesn't show it. Whether this is because he didn't really want to go to Axel's in the first place or because he just isn't one to show such emotions, is unknown.

There is something somewhat...off about him though, compared to the others. Maybe it's that there isn't so much darkness beneath his eyes, or that the hollow look that comes with losing your heart is missing.

This Zexion does indeed have a heart, but it is not a thing of light or darkness, but rather an organ that keeps his blood flowing and him...living. If he were to lose his heart, he would not be a nobody, a shell of a being, but still mostly alive, he would dead; dead as doornail, kicked the bucket, pushing up daisies and any other euphemisms one could think of.

He is ultimately less...(pardon the upcoming pun)animated, than his doubles that occupy this in-between dimension.]

no subject

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Riku?

... we need to talk.

[he's not looking so happy right now.]

{ooc; locked to destinedtinsel .}

no subject

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

[In one of the rooms near the library, it looks like someone's left quite a mess.

He's lying in a heap over in one corner, bleeding out from... well, everywhere. mostly it's large cuts and gashes along his stomach, arms, face, and mainly his chest, as if someone, something was going for his heart. It's still there, but it's probably not in such good condition, much like the rest of him. He's lost way to much blood, most of it smeared along the floor, and he's breathing quiet, shallow breaths.]

[Nothing here but a pretty messy corpse.]

[ooc: Shit happens. :|]

switching off

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[have a hug from behind, brbstreaking]


[ooc: 18+]

never look back

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Sh-shut up!

[Axel thought he was free of these episodes. They hadn't happened, at least, since he'd been brought back to the past, and he only assumed that the loss of the heart would make them stop altogether. That assumption had been incorrect. With a particularly panicked affect, he was backed up against the wall in that room he'd died in, pressing against it as if he hoped he could just melt away... Tired and tormented green eyes were staring unfocused ahead as he caught his breath. Paranoia clawed at him.

Anyone passing by might notice his chakrams embedded into the wall opposite him, accompanied by a few scorchmarks, which were already dissipating as the wall mended itself. The smell of burning fabric might also be notable, as he'd gotten a little careless, singed his gloves.]

I want out. [He turns over, slamming a fist angrily into the wall he'd just been pressing his back against, scarred face twisted with rage and desperation.] I can't watch it happen again...

[Chakrams are returned to his grasp and he goes at the wall with renewed fury, but it is of course a futile effort. He keeps up like this and he's only going to end up hurting himself.]

(ooc: Mun's had a lame day more like week and wanted to try and make Axel's worse. Hooray, displacement. Or is this projection?)

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[argyled.livejournal.com]

[shake shake. it sounds like someone's making cocktails, but without a tie or vest as a trademark, Riku blends right in with everyone else.]

[oh well, alcohol.]