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[dancing-waters.livejournal.com]

[Well some one is bored out of his mind. Demyx is just lounging about on one of the many couches of the dressing room. And throwing a tennis ball at a wall and catching it when it bounces back. Again... and again.... and again... Yeah he has nothing better to do. Brighten up his boring day or yell at him for the never ending thud. Whichever you want.]

it's only a flesh wound!

[zackyoucard.livejournal.com]

{ Aeris has waited all too long to find a room that isn't filled with people that she can heal her injuries in, so she collapses inside of a room next to the simulation room she frequents. She drops two Claymores and collapse to a sit as soon as she enters through the door, shouting for a few seconds before grimacing. A horizontal scar in the middle of her face is bleeding heavily, though the Claymore and several shards in her abdomen are holding in most of the bleeding around that area. Her arms are pained from being punctured by nails, but she searches through her bag with shaky hands to try and get this over with as quickly as possible. }

{ooc: Saix gave Aeris some boo-boos. I kind of suck at being serious and I posted too much on kingdomdressing this week, thus I apologize for my epic fails. This will probably be my last post in a while since finals week is coming up, though +_+;}

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[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[there's a kid attached to the wall in the hallway, inching along slowly with little sidesteps. it's almost as if he's trying to be stealthy, but it isn't working very well -- he's kind of wobbling and stumbling as he goes.]

[Sora probably shouldn't have left his room, but Bawk needs to be fed. he'd rather suffer for a few minutes than be pecked for a week.]

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[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's back from the dead and looking quite mild about it? She's in the kitchen, too, digging through the fridge. After a bit, she's decided to snack on a piece of fruit. Mmm, peaches.]

had no options.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[rummaging through a bathroom's medical equipment--he's looking for bandages for his own ankles. they're sore from practicing pointe so much.]

Stupid Saixes who want to get themselves killed. Have no sense...

[mutter mutters to himself, looking through the gauzes.]

I'll kill him if he undid the bandages, swear I wi--here they are.

[now to... try and bandage himself.]