who needs love when there's southern comfort?

[itsatriumph.livejournal.com]

[she's normally the kind of girl who travels down the halls, looking curious and amused. It's not that hard to be that way when you never have any trouble on your mind. But now she's just slinking along slowly, dragging her feet as she goes and staring down at the floor with a blank expression. She rubs at her very sore, but thankfully dry, eyes and winces slightly as her hand bumps up against her cheek, that's sporting a pretty big, yellow-purple bruise. Yup, it just hasn't been very fun lately at all]

if this is the life, why does it feel so good to die today?

[prodigiousson.livejournal.com]

Perhaps this land has use for me yet, if by its will I come again and again, only to be captured within its walls like some beast being trapped within the hunter's cage or net.

In this way it seems assured I shall never accomplish my goals against my brother, but perhaps I shall find solace in old friends.

[ooc; I am going to bed but I just thought I'd bring him back in for another go lmfao. Oh him]

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[arcadeskies.livejournal.com]

[is that Anfemme lying on a couch in one of the main rooms, asleep and drooling? Nope, still a Sora stuck in the body of an evil heartless.]

on board

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

What the--?

[Expecting to find the skate park, in one room, there's a Roxas standing on what is unmistakably a deck of a pirate ship.

The Black Pearl to be exact. He looks back to the door he just came through. It seems to have substituted the cabin door.]

[There's now a very pissed Roxas stalking the corridors, Keyblades out and looking ready to kill.]

[ooc: The ship is surrounded by water all around, with no land form in sight. Anyone who tries sailing out to the waters will find themselves returning to the Pearl no matter how far they go in every direction. beastwithin_vii? You have a pissed off Roxas intent on killing you now. someone better stop him before he kills the wrong guy.]

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[llameante.livejournal.com]

[Axel's holding an egg. it's nothing special, though he has been tossing it up and down a little.]

... ever wonder what did come first?

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[fulgural.livejournal.com]

[ "Demyx" here is leaning against the wall, tossing a single, sharp knife up and down. The blade might be spinning through the air easily enough, but there's enough tension written in his posture to send sparks flying.

If he had the ability to do that, of course.]

( ooc; b-backdated, tags will be sporadic ;; )

when you needed to.

[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

[oh hi there, large, thick vines. looks like the new arrival has a friend. those vines are wrapped around his arms, legs, ankles, wrists--and they aren't very comfortable, what with thorns, too. this kind of position wouldn't be too weird for a Namine, but... a Riku? g-groan. looks like he's waking up, too.]

... great.

we all live in a yellow submarine

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[while being a girl that can abuse the wind was actually kind of a nifty experience, Sora's awfully happy to be back in his own body. currently he's gathered up a large assortment of paints, and piled them into a hallway bathroom.]

[this bathroom is just way too white, so ... he's painting the toilet green. give him another half hour and he'll probably give it teeth, too.]

and you wait;

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[Now that all the fun body switching is over, things are going back to normal. But going from having no heart for days to suddenly having one again is like a rush of emotions, and those emotions just happen to be a whole lot of guilt, sadness, and self-hatred. It's all too overwhelming, and it's left him sitting in some hallway with his head in his arms. He might be shaking slightly if you look close enough, but you may want to just steer clear.]

why can't you see?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[after a nice round of potions and some bedrest, this Sora's still not looking too good. he's thanked the Kairi that saved him a million times over, and... he doesn't want to keep bothering her. but he's hungry, and his chest really hurts. so out of his room he goes, peeking around to make sure he doesn't bump into anyone he knows. because some things aren't meant to be known.]

if we could make it through the darkest night;

[nevering.livejournal.com]

Namine?

[he's outside her door, with a. slightly mysterious-looking package.]

[ooc; for rewrittenmemory]