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[esperingly.livejournal.com]

[ordinarily, she wouldn't be too worried about not seeing Cael for a little while, but it's been almost a week, so here. just wandering around, trying to find him.]

[ooc: feel free to bug her :|b]

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[dawnrise]

[The kitchen is a nice place. Even when there are people there, usually Riku can slip in, grab what she wants, and leave without ever speaking to them.

She's sticking around this time, seated at the table in a pair of loose jeans and a hoodie that looks a couple sizes too large. No shoes, either. The hood's pulled up over her eyes and she's spooning colorful cereal into her mouth. Someone couldn't get to sleep.]

busy at work

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Now the last time you saw this Namine, she wasn't in her normal outfit, courtesy of bet. And now, she's at it again. This time in a different manner. In a random room, she'd taken refuge on a couch, in wearing what appears to be her.....sleep clothes.

She's only wearing a light blue midriff tank top, with matching purple shorts, and her hair is....in a messy bun. Never has a memory witch seem so haggard. But she doesn't seem to care, yawning and continuing to sketch. On the table and all around the couch lies numerous sketches, a bundled up blanket, and several cups of what can be assumed once contained coffee.

It can be said that Namines are not that best at being tidy when chaining memories. Especially when you're working at two at the same time.]

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[wearesotwins.livejournal.com]

[is that another female Riku? maybe not; she looks a little different from the others here- like the fact that she's wearing an Organization coat, but not a blindfold. there's still something familiar about her, though. she's talking to someone behind her, her head turned back as she walks.]

Come on, twin, you know you want to--

[oh hello, dressing room, you look familiar. just going to stop and stare a bit.]

[ooc: info in profile~]

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[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

[slumped against a wall, just woke up a few moments earlier]

Mmnuh... [winces and holds his head, there's an empty vodka bottle resting on the floor next to him - glances down at it and groans]

[and that brings his attention to his unzipped pants - oh yeah. That happened.]

Aw hell. [panics a bit - what else happened last night? And who saw? Oh God.]

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[illusiveparadox.livejournal.com]

[lots of books are neatly piled on the table Zexion is at, and it seems he's already read through a fair number of them. But despite the unnatural paleness of his skin and the way his eyes seem to hold a bit more shadows than one of his more normal counterparts, he doesn't seem fatigued at all. If anything, he's perusing his current volume with unusual intensity.

The observant may notice that all of the books have to do with the Underworld in some way or another.]

gravity.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he's trying anything and everything to keep himself distracted.]

[accompanied by a stack of computer paper, he's busying himself with the task of making paper airplanes. a coffee table acts as his work bench and already the floor is littered with his creations.]

someday under the rain.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[he's sitting at a table in the library, restless and twirling a pen inbetween his fingers.he has to pause for a moment, wondering aloud.]

What's so great about being a demon? I guess I understand dying, I'm used to it now...

[he sighs--back to writing.]

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[dontwait-act.livejournal.com]

This is the worst afterlife I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

on skyway avenue.

[customed.livejournal.com]

[this Sora's laughing as he comes in, hand-in-hand with a Riku. both are dressed in stark-white suits, sporting golden wedding rings.]

Oh, come on, Riku, you look good with flowers--

[--stops in his tracks, and stares around.]

... uh. ... e-either the decorator had a real good time with this place, or... uh... Riku--?

What's going on?!

no one knows what it's like to feel these feelings like i do.

[soldiersky.livejournal.com]

[he's knelt in the garden, mind elsewhere as he makes dainty cuts on the stems of flowers, collecting them in a decorative vase filled with water. he knows they'll only wind up dying, but he's used to that sort of thing by now.]

fracture.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he's causing quite a ruckus, shooting the dangling crystals off the chandelier in the ball room. bang. reload. bang. reload. he's using a revolver magnum he found in... well that's not important.]

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[bestatstruggle.livejournal.com]

[What's this? What's this? It's a lil Hayner dragging armfuls of sheets and covers to a big living room in the Dressing Room. There is already a large pile in there as he drops the final load down.]

Alright! Now just to get building...

[Starts to arrange chairs and couches. Yup... He's building a tent out of covers.]

started making his way past 2 in the morning

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

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sleepless

[not-a-pet.livejournal.com]

[he's sitting at the kitchen table, looking absolutely exhausted. there's a blanket thrown over his shoulders, probably because he's topless, and a large mug of coffee resting on the table between shaking hands. his head is slightly bowed, mussed hair falling into his face, dark circles under his eyes. the collar around his neck and cuffs around his wrists haven't withered at all; still as fresh and green and strong as they had been when he first showed up here, despite the lack of their Master's care.]