(no subject)

[turboxas.livejournal.com]

[ someone ought to tell Roxas that he really needs to find his own room (after all, there's plenty of space). he's dead to the world, face down on a couch, still missing a shirt and his jeans practically falling off. ]

[ from the right angle you could almost make up the handful of tattoos that cover his front. hey, it's one way to distinguish yourself. ]

here's a lullaby

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

[he's lounging on the couch he tends to claim when he's in one of the more main areas, attention half on the room and half on the sea salt ice cream in his hand. he hasn't had one of these things in what feels like ages, and he's sort of lost the taste for it.]

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[gofitmemorithed.livejournal.com]

[guess who's back at the tennis court and in the middle of an epic match between a ball machine]

[...pauses and waits for the next ball, concentrating] Ff... ff.

[smacks the ball with his racket after it's launched out of the machine, manages to propel it across the court]

[oh, clicking noise coming from the machine now, guess it's out of ammo.]
[grins and rests his tennis racket on his shoulder] Game, thet, math! ...Thhsp.

boing

[theothernobody.livejournal.com]

[he's currently on the counter on the kitchen, sitting with his feet dangling off the edge and his hand inside a cookie jar.

...what. Nobody or not, he's still a kid. he's looking around leisurely though, legs swinging.]

[ooc: he's actually keeping his eyes out for the two other kid Nobodies that existed alongside with him.]

i'm a bitch/lover/child/mother.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[Sora is in the kitchen with an array of ingredients at his disposal. licking mustard from his fingers, he reaches for a jar of mayonnaise with a butter knife nearby. slices of bread and turkey are in front of him on a cutting board.]

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[finallysomeone.livejournal.com]

[there's a Roxas, looking to be about seventeen, dressed in a school uniform that's probably quite familiar to Destiny Island inhabitants. he's got a cell phone to his ear and hasn't seemed to notice the change in surroundings as he walks through a door.]

Okay, I'll meet you there, I need to drop off my bag first- Riku? Hello?

[pulls the phone away from his ear, glancing down at the screen blinking 'lost signal' at him. it's then that he realizes the floor looks different than the one in the front hall of Sora's house, and looks up in shock.]

What-?

(no subject)

[shecanfindyou.livejournal.com]

(Namine here seems to have come across a collection of DVDs!
...Heroes DVDs.
She honestly has no idea how to take this.)

(no subject)

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

--all right, who's responsible for this?

[although Seifer doesn't generally emerge from his hideaway, the fact he's both angry and without his beanie make for a bad combination.]