more than a thousand words

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[someone's in the center of the dressing room, wearing this outfit, and microphone in hand--]

When you walk away
You don't hear me say
"Please, oh baby, don't go"
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight
It's hard to let it go

You're giving me
Too many things
Lately
You're all I need (Oh, oh)
You smiled at me
And said, "Don't get me wrong I love you, but does that mean I have to meet your father?"

When we are older you'll understand
What I meant, when I said "No"
I don't think, life is quite that simple

When you walk away
You don't hear me say
"Please, oh baby, don't go"
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight
It's hard to let it go

The daily things
Like this and that and what is what
That keep us all busy
Are confusing me
That's when you came to me
And said, "Wish I could prove I love you, but does that mean I have to walk on water?"

When we are older you'll understand
It's enough when I say so
And maybe
Some things are that simple

When you walk away
You don't hear me say
"Please, oh baby, don't go"
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight
It's hard to let it go

Hold me
Whatever lies beyond this morning
Is a little later on
Regardless of warnings
The future doesn't scare me at all
Nothing's like before

[when she finishes, her expression is anything but pleasant.]

[ooc: so um. she lost to a bet. MOCK HER MAKE FUN OF HER APPLAUSE IDK.]

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[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[don't mind the bloody Kairi seated on the floor near the library, hugging her knees and crying. she had to watch her new boyfriend die.]

ZOMBIES COMIN' UP THE HELL RIGHT NOW

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

[from a random door in a random hall appears a relatively young Namine, walking backwards. well, it looks like a Namine. if she was tortured to death. and then decomposed a little. following her exit is rather dramatic horror movie music, coming from the other side of the door. she turns around as the door closes and freezes.]

--SAAAAAIIIIIX, DEMYX BROKE THE UNIVERSE!

[turns back around to reenter wherever she came from, only to find the door gone. um what.]

and for lifes sake

[inlifesname.livejournal.com]

(another Namine, dressed fairly casually with a backpack, walks in. she goes to say something, maybe 'I'm home' or something like that, only to freeze because this is not her house)

What the heck!?

(wizardry could be really weird all of most of the time, but never like this. she'd never encountered random teleportation.
and. what. doubles.
staring seems like a pretty good idea right now :|)

((Namine taking the place of Nita Callahan in the Young Wizards series. She's from right before 'A Wizard Abroad' starts :D hey, youngwizard~
responses won't be for a while, I've got dishes to clean
dishes=done \o/))

we don't need no education

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[he'd promised to read at least a few books while he was here, so he'd grabbed whatever he could reach in the library and sat down in the corner, using a bored looking chocobo as a backrest.]

[of course, quantum physics is both confusing and boring, so he's fallen asleep nestled up against feathers, while Bawk leans over every minute or so to rip out a page with its beak. mmmm, science.]

it's a very, very mad world

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Jingle. The light blue collar around his neck gave a small ring from his head tilting up to try and call out for someone, anyone. But the pain that flared up from his torso made his throat close up again, he'd never try to defend himself with a bat again...It would only be used against him.
He couldn't breathe, he couldn't speak, he couldn't cry. All he could do was bleed and scream inside of his head, leaning it to the right to hear the bell jingle again. Maybe someone would hear it?
False hope was his only source of comfort at the moment.

Everything hurt.
He shouldn't have acted on impulse, to actually speak his mind and shout about what he despised. What he wanted changed. It only came back to haunt him...
Trembling fingers were over his left eye to try and stop the bleeding from his empty eye socket, it was grotesque how someone could want an eye and carve it cleanly from his face. Shuddering, he hissed from the retort his chest gave thanks to the movement as he tried to wait.
Was he waiting for someone to come and aid him or waiting for unconsciousness?
Either was fine with him...Now he really was trash.]

[[Missing an eye from Larxene with a few broken ribs from the Man with a bat.]]

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[prekey.livejournal.com]

So... I'm never seeing Mom again?

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[de-mi-ni.livejournal.com]

[sitting atop a washing machine, waiting for his clothes to dry in the machine next to him - actually doing something responsible? not stealing a shirt off someone's back instead? Huh!]

[fingers that golden shell necklace of his - er, not exactly his, but who's counting?]

[it starts to glow just a bit - that surprises him and it stops when he drops it]

... Well that was kinda weird.

Just Run...

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[A boy in tattered fishnets, torn bloodied shirt, and black platform boots  was running. Running for his life. This time he knew he could make it. He could escape his life. His life of abuse, torture, neglect... Everything someone so young should never experience. He had to get away. He couldn't take it anymore.

It seemed no matter how fast he ran, his 'Pimp' was right on his tail. He watched every street corner, every alley, every motel, every car... No matter where Roxas ran, he was there to drag him back to the degrading life he grew to know.

Turning down an alley, he continued on, it seemed to grow darker and darker with every step. The sound of his pimp chasing him fading... Maybe he was falling behind... Maybe he could make it this time!

Once the sound of being followed had stopped, he realized he was surrounded in darkness... Then it soon faded into a dim lit hall...]

...W-Where am I?

[The terror was evident in his eyes... But regardless of where he was, he was safe from his pimp. But, how was he to know that where he ended up was better than where he was...?]

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[littlest-prince.livejournal.com]

[someone's made a bit of a mess in the kitchen. there's a broken plate on the floor, a chair leaning against the counter, water spilled across the floor, and a mournful looking six year old standing near the corner, holding his hand close to his chest.]

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[bloodonmyscript.livejournal.com]

[oh look, a new Saix. Younger than Saixes tend to be, this one looks, oh, twenty at most? He's lurching right through a door, covered in tattered clothing and what looks like blood from his messy blue hair right down his collar. His hands are equally horrific - indeed, he looks quite clearly dead, large gaping, bleeding wounds on his face and neck. But, as we all know, looks can be deceiving.

The way he stops his sudden, and his body tenses as he looks around with hazy yellow eyes, and then... slumps.]

What now?