You do it to yourself, you do, and that's what really hurts

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[This Axel here looks pissed, and the focus of all that anger is none other than himself--a certain, less scarred version of himself. When he finds him, though, that Axel may end up with more scars than this one has. If he finds him. He's stalking around, nearly livid at this point but trying to hide it, which the weapons in his hands are probably not helping with.]

Come out, come out wherever you are...

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[battleblossom.livejournal.com]

Who is this "At-rah" and where are they at.

[someone's rather pissed, and has an oddly serious look on her face, not that she has an icon to show it and is totally wanting to fight right now. She's been affected by the spell, and hasn't been able to make sense of why she feels this way, so a good fight might help, she reasons.]

Also, who has um...fought or met them?

[ooc; pretend this was set back a day. I've been busy. :(]

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[brbstreaking.livejournal.com]

C...can someone help me? I have a dragon an' he's sick...

[worried Sora is worried, and holding a small silver dragon that's just kinda laying there, making little wheezing noises. It's probably just a cold but mom Sora's worried since he didn't know dragons could get sick.]

[ooc; lol mai dragunz ]

like a dog chasing cars

[jokeraxel.livejournal.com]

[Hey dressing room, this guy's been strangely quiet for a while, hasn't he? Well, there's no excuse for that.

He's out wandering around again, though, and he's looking to cause some trouble. He just needs to be presented with the right opportunity. He's hoping to find that opportunity in the library; oh hey, is that a lighter in his hand? Maybe not the best thing to have around all that paper...]

(ooc: ugh headache, will reply when brain is less disfunctional)

i should be the one behind the wheel.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

It's driven me before
and it seems to be the way
that everyone else gets around

[well. he thought he was alone at least. feel free to prove him otherwise, he's curled in a corner of the laundry room, leaning against a basket of clothes and singing quietly to the song that's playing on the cell in his lap.]

the orbit of your hips

[defluxed.livejournal.com]

[don't mind him, he's just sitting in the middle of the floor, repeatedly flicking a zippo open and blowing out the flame in silence.]