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[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

[Looks like someone's just finishing up in the exercise room. This is what happens when you can't focus enough to study, apparently. Right now he's just sitting on one of the benches, shirtless and emptying a second water bottle.]

The truth is out there and it hurts

[saphire-wave.livejournal.com]

[Namine was just hiding out in the library, curled up in a chair in a more hidden area, reading a book, when the rooms suddenly filled with smoke.

She drops the book into her lap as she's reduced to coughing into her hand.]

W-what?

one thing after another

[seasides]

[there is a Kairi walking grumpily towards a bathroom, trying to get what looks like lemon meringue out of her hair and off her face. her clothing looks like sleepwear, seeing as all it is is a large white shirt and baggy blue shorts. the shirt is splattered with not only lemon meringue, but what appears to be chocolate, as well as a few other types of pie innards.]

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[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[Today, Isa's in one of the 'outside' rooms of the place - one where it's night, despite what time it might otherwise be in the dressing room. A full moon is hanging overhead.

And sitting on a rock with a sword nearby, is Isa. He's being remarkably quiet even, and is barely moving. What exactly he thinks he's doing there... well, you'd have to ask him, but it certainly looks like he might well intend to stay there all night.]

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[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

[Roxas here is seated on some random staircase, holding some sea salt ice cream. But while his favorite snack usually would brighten his spirits it doesn't seem to be helping much, as he glances at the floor, a troubled expression on his face. After what Xehanort said he's just not sure what to think, and he still hasn't found a Namine yet.]

Terra... just who was that? He can't've been serious.

And who's Ven? I guess things won't be getting easier any time soon.

[So confusing. Oh well, time to get back to nomming on some ice cream.]

praying for love and paying in naiveity.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[falling on the floor isn't that bad. well, it's not compared to falling into a few chairs. this shirtless Riku has the unfortunate pleasure of feeling that once he enters the dressing room. one chair's broken, the other's barely holding him. breathing deeply, he looks around--and groans.]

Sure. 'course this would happen...

[as he stands, you may notice red symbols all over the visible skin. someone was doing something important.]