center

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[excuse the boy in the hallway fumbling to get the cap off of a bottle of painkillers with shaking hands, a black cane tucked under one arm. he bites his lower lip and frowns, muttering to himself as he shifts most of his weight onto his left foot, stumbling backwards until his back hits the wall and he drops his cane.]

Darn it, c-come on...

not lost

[tolatetobesaved.livejournal.com]

[There's a Shadow Heartless looking lost and wandering around, antennae twitching. Where are they...? This... didn't look like Hollow Bastion...]

[ooc: damn you LJ and your letter limit. in any case, admit it people. you loved those ten minutes you had to control a heartless and walk around Hollow Bastion.]

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[tinyku.livejournal.com]

Lemme go!

[ Down the hall a young female Riku can be found struggling in the air. She's being held up by the back of her shirt, a Samurai dangling her a foot off the ground as it slowly marches through the dressing room. ]

I said lemme go you stupid thing!

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[a-locked-hart.livejournal.com]

[Anyone walking through this particular hallway had better not be near the wall. Cause it just got punched through.

And a new Tifa hurries through, looking angry and definitely ready for a fight.]

[ooc: Evil!Tifa. Turks, Soldiers, Shinra people and Sephiroth beware.
Also, please forgive me if I fail horribly. ^^;]

homework

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[Sora struck a deal recently, and it happens to be one he's really determined to uphold. a small section of the library has fallen into slight disarray: books are scattered across the floor, the chalkboard is covered in scrawlings -- most of them are of his name, but other names and random letters of the alphabet are scattered here and there.]

[right now he's on a nearby chair, out cold with his face pressed against an open children's book. learning is tough -- hopefully no one wanted to use the book after him, either, Sora has been known to drool when he sleeps.]

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[terranort.livejournal.com]

It is a shame that so few of my comrades are here. Master Ansem might well be fascinated by this place, and I am certain that Even would be overjoyed to see his replication taken to a rather... notable extreme. [A chuckle] Aeleus might even be so fascinated he could crack a smile... one which might even match Dilan's in seeing the boundless possibilities for new research on the hart that exist in this domain. He always was one of the more forward of us on the subject, to be sure.

As to our dear prodigy, Ienzo has found something of value outside the realms of study, though I suppose in it's own way it too sheds light onto the mysteries of the heart. Briag would certainly find interest in Ienzo's new-found work.

Alas, wishes are not often granted.

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[busterboobs.livejournal.com]

... This isn't funny.

[Barefooted and clad in a hideous dress - one from times long past (which had been saved from it's fate as dishrags by a certain flower girl - Cloud Strife stands in the dead center of a hallway. One hand is resting on the hilt of the Buster Sword, the other is pinching the hem of the dress with a scowl.

The scenery has been noted, but the expression on the girl - yes - girl's face is one of annoyance. One could guess she suspects this is a dream.]

I suppose someone's going to pop out and tell me this is Hades now.

running a w a y home

[amnesiaclynx.livejournal.com]

[There's a door banging open in some hallway and a Roxas stalking out (in?). He's dressed in tattered jeans and a large hoodie, the hood of which is pulled up so it hides his eyes. He seems... angry, very angry, and he snarls when he speaks.]

I told you to stop following me you idiot! You'll get... in... trouble.

[And then he notices that this is definitely not the Organization's little clubhouse village; it smells far too populated, for one thing. He turns to go back, but the door no longer leads to the seedy back hall of the building they'd been living in, and there's no sign of the redhead that had been following him. Only a linen closet.]

IT'S THE CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMB

[miley-xiv.livejournal.com]

It's about time you know mah true self!

WHO DO YOU SEE, ROXAS?

I'm HANNAH MONTANA

In the beginning

[vaguepire.livejournal.com]

[Riku stands in the center of the dressing room completely overwhelmed by the multiples. His confusion doesn't show on his face, his expression totally neutral. The umbrella in his hand is a pale brown and growing darker by the minute. His eyes betray his neutrality by narrowing; he grips the umbrella tightly.]

Where...?

i'm just waiting.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[laying on the ground is your regular ten-year-old Riku, though he's dressed in all black with small devil-like wings stitched onto the back of his jacket. looks like there's blood either splashed across him, or... from him.]