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[vilipendency.livejournal.com]

[ Let's make a grand entrance, shall we? Alright kids, this is how you do it. Step one: Immediately crash through your nearest door with not a moment's hesitation. Next: Bleed. Bleed everywhere. Standing on carpet or any manner of material that is a.) expensive and/or b.) highly absorbent gives you bonus points.

Once you're done ruining the upholstery, wait for your audience to marvel at this wondrous display of skill. Maybe you'll get invited back for an encore performance; providing that your reason for bleeding isn't fatal or the owner of the location you've begun 'painting the town red' at doesn't -help- those wounds become such. ]

passenger

[sicksickboy.livejournal.com]

Fuck.

[such beautiful language, Roxas. and what a beautiful face you have there, all marked with cuts and bruises.]

Can't believe I let go.

[he hisses as he places a cotton ball with peroxide on his lip with tweezers, marveling at the rather big split and holes that piercing had left behind after being ripped out.]

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[turksdoitbetter.livejournal.com]

[Reno is (pointedly) standing next to a group of nice-looking chairs, slightly envious of just how nice they look. Note his slight discomfort. It's discomforting.

In one hand, he's got a flask embellished with the Shin-Ra logo and occupied by Something. He is occasionally taking drinks of this Something. The other hand's drumming a beat on the counter top in front of him.

Impressively enough, Reno seems to be thinking.

...or maybe he's just bored.]

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[neverweak.livejournal.com]

[ it took all of one day for this cowboy to find himself back in his element -- he's busy herding a gaggle of baby chocobos from the stables to the field, an adult and somewhat pregnant looking green chocobo not too far behind. ]

[ but herding a bunch of tiny little critters is much more difficult than herding cows. Riku's reduced to improvising with some fancy footwork, and plopping a chick with a bad case of wanderlust on the brim of his hat. ]

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[foxytod.livejournal.com]

[out of nowhere a tiny fox seems to poke his head out from one of the closets. He peeks around, then slowly, if not uncertainly, steps out. This definitely isn't the farm, or the forest, for it's much too big, and seems unfamiliar...]

two sides

[deleo-amicus.livejournal.com]

[He's walking around holding a small package, looking for someone. Though once in a while, he starts peeking through closets and rifling through the contents, as if looking for a change of clothes.]

[ooc; he's looking for Roxas clothes so he can pretend to be one.]

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[emptyyshells.livejournal.com]

[There's a Dusk in the kitchen - just one, no groups of Heart-seekers today. Seems there's a bit of a mess, a cookie jar turned over and lying in broken pieces among the floor.

The Dusk is staring curiously at a cookie held in its arms, large and sweetened with sugary pink icing. The shape is very familiar.]

many thanks for you

[wanttosing.livejournal.com]

[there's another new Sora! this one looks like he's only twelve or so, though.]

--Roxas? Kairi? What happened?

[ooc: ...god, I don't even know. I would so love someone from his verse, though c:]

calling all Larxenes

[sparkylove-xii.livejournal.com]

You know, I've been wondering... How many Larxenes are actually in this place? I haven't seen too many so I think it might be possible for all of us to know each other. You have to admit it would be nice to know where you could get back up if something goes wrong or some such.

[Just sort of talking to herself and the room at large. She's in one of the larger rooms lounging on a couch.]

sing of silver.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

Hey, Axel!

[teeshirt-and-pajama-pants clad boy is apparently having a word with your door via his foot.]

I brought you cereal, open up.

{for ticktickbomb  though i guess if you want to distract him you can?.}
 

what it's like to rebel.

[terennewings.livejournal.com]

[coughs slightly, pulling at his shirt. his voice sounds horrifically hoarse.]

Agh, damn...

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[sidekickin.livejournal.com]

STOP!


...


RON TIME!

[pose]

Sup' mah dawgs, did you miss the Stoppable traiiiin~?

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[girloftwilight.livejournal.com]

[Wait... what]

Okay, this isn't funny anymore. Home, this place, home... and here again. I wish the universe would make up its mind already.

bumps in the road

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[well it looks like all that time researching and staying awake for extended periods of time has finally caught up with him; he's passed out in the library, seated at a table and slumped over his work. he looks... pretty exhausted, actually, what with the dark circles under his eyes and just general signs of fatigue.]