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[namibunny.livejournal.com]

[Oh look! A new Namine's walking though a random door in one of the halls of the dressing room!...In a bunny suit...What?

She pauses, looking around, confused.]

...What?

[Turns to walk back through the door she came through...Oh, it's a closet now. Dammit.]
What?

[ooc: Don't ask me why. Cause I dont know!]

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[trophy-hunter.livejournal.com]

 [A Saix drops through the ceiling and lands perfectly on his feet.]

Where am I?

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[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ underneath a giant, walking pile of clothes, there might just be riku. it's not that easy to tell. ]

[ and he might just be bumping into a wall here or there; sight is all but impossible at this point. ]

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[powerlusting.livejournal.com]

[ There's a plainclothes Marluxia standing on one end of a hallway, just. Grinning. ]

Olly olly oxen free.

[ ooc; Heroes; Sylar. Looking for one nemeurspas. chelle i still hate you for this ok. ]

lead me to my beloved's land.

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

[wearing this, he's walking down one of the halls in black stiletto heels. there's a blood red rose in his hands, stripped of its thorns. seems he's on a mission]

drip

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Someone was laying on his stomach next to the pool with his hand dipping in the cooling water to help his throbbing head. It felt hot even with the AC in the dressing room blasting, he didn't know why.
But he was wearing a random t-shirt he fished out of a nearby closet and some swim trunks, lounging around in the pool room. It was a bit quiet, but he kind of liked it. Just...hopefully it wouldn't become an eerie silence soon.]

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[ignify.livejournal.com]

You know...color me optimistic, but I expected the next life to be a li~ttle more interesting than this.

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[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[the door to the jungle room is wide open, humid air drifting out into the hallway in a wall of heat. the bright blues and orange of his long tail somehow seem to blend in with the everywhere green and almost florescent flowers, moving slowly over the damp ground and causing surprisingly little sound. he's long since moved himself from the garden into this room that's much more like home to him, and has rarely left it. the artificial song of birds that aren't really there echoes through the canopy as he pulls himself into a large, low tree, coiling around the branches and settling with his eyes locked on the open doorway, only half visible from where he is.]