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[llameante.livejournal.com]

[it isn't uncommon for Axel to be playing with fire - shooting streams of it across the room that fizzle out before they end up hitting anybody - but seeing him undressed might be. putting on pants was enough of a endeavor.]

So is it hot in here, or is it me?

just a passing phase

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[this is not a rare sight lately: Roxas sitting curled up in a chair in a corner of one of the common rooms. around the chair lies a massive amount of books on the most diverse subjects, ranging from How To Care For Your Horse to Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment.

there are pieces of paper sticking out of nearly all of them, marking the page he read before giving up and picking up the next book. there's a cup of now cold coffee and an open notebook on the table next to the chair.

he's not slept for days, fearing the strange dreams, fearing his now empty room. he's staring off into space, whispering to himself.
if you listen closely, you might hear the following, repeated again and again:]

The cake is a lie.



[ooc: he's not exactly built to be able to deal with emotional or psychological stress. and something (someone?) has been messing with his dreams.

edit: finally back :D.]

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[nagaxel]

[he's stopped in a hallway to rub his back frantically against the nearest doorjamb, whomever's it might be, eyes half closed at how good it feels; he's already got some peeling skin at his hips where skin turns into scales, but his back is always the hardest thing to get started, because he can't reach it. in any case, if you know anything about snakes, it's pretty obvious that this fellow is starting to shed.]

(ooc: anyone want to help? annoy him? come by with a child for him to eye wistfully? come on, he should have more friends around here than just Vexen. :| )

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[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[well here's one not seen for quite some time... seems he's wandered into the game room and is pounding the buhjeezus out of a DDR machine. very determined look on his face - he will not be bested! no sir.]

Frick! [stomp. stomp stomp. frantic flail of leg! stomp.]

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[seasides]

[so. there's a dog. it's black and brown and a bit fluffy, and wandering through the main rooms looking partly annoyed and partly resigned. as best dogs are capable of appearing like that, anyway. there's a leash attached to it's collar dragging along with it, though it doesn't seem to care much about that.]



(ooc: BLAME CHAT. Apparently there's a breed of dog out there called a Kai Ken. :|)

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[lys-attente.livejournal.com]

[In your dressing room, fighting some raptors. And winning.

Tifa: 15
Raptors: 0


[ooc: Have some post KH2!Tifa. C:]