think about the good times and never look back

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Axel's in his room, rather restless. He's been mulling over recent events, and is still unsettled by Riku's arrival in the past. Aside from that, he's finding his own actions as of late to be rather unsettling as well. Not that he regrets it, he's just surprised by himself. Moving on was a goal he'd set for himself after being brought back, and apparently he'd done that. Unless it was all just a distraction...

To put a stop to his pacing, Axel flops back on his bed and tugs a pillow over his face.]

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[sassy-struggler.livejournal.com]

[Haylee's been exploring for the past week, looking round all the less inhabited places for anyone she knows. No such luck, however. So now she's in one of the kitchens fixing a meal. Feel free to bug her.]

[[ooc: Hey guys, long story short, unexpected hiatus for me last week, but I'm back now. Also, I'm running a Secret Santa, check here for more details, I want as many participants as possible!

Edit: Seriously, guys, please, a DR Secret Santa! How awesome will it be?! Really awesome! If people participate.]]

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[crankdatsoraboy.livejournal.com]

[ having been in a fight recently, away from prying eyes, Sora's got a hand slapped over his bleeding nose while the other holds close a box with air holes at the top. he's trying to be gentle with the box but it's hard to be when one is running from trouble. he finally stops, slams his back against a wall and slides down to sit. ]

S- Stupid jerks!

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[shutuplamer.livejournal.com]

[Hey look a new Seifer is walking around the dressing room! Except... Those muscles don't look as defined as a usual Seifer's. And that hair sticking out of the beanie look a little longer then usual. And that face looks a little more girly... Yup. It's Seifa. Have fun, guys.]

Okay. Which one of you lamers can explain what the hell is going on.

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[realising.livejournal.com]

[ ...and so this one wakes up to find himself crammed in a room the size of a linen closet. he tries to stand up, only to collide face-first with the door. this produces a noticeable thud, but not so obnoxious that you'd only be able to hear it if you were walking buy. ]

... the he--

[ it's coming back, slowly. his eyes widen as he comes to some sort of realization. ]

So...ra? Nami--?

teeth.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[he should probably care more that he looks like a psycho. or that he's going to be sticky when he's done, but he's so wrapped in mutilating the pomegranate in his hands, laying on his back across the length of the couch. the magenta juices are running down his arms, and there's a healthy stream that's made its way from the corner of his mouth a little bit ago.]