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[detectivemurphy.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's wandering the DR? A take out cup of coffee in hand, his gun in his holster, comfortable clothes on. Yes, Demyx is taking what he considers a day off. Checking out a few rooms here in there, not really finding anything of interest. He'd love a tour of some hot spots, if anyone was willing.]

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[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Even's cleaned himself up a bit from how he was when he arrived, though still frighteningly thin and appearing exhausted, he doesn't look quite as much like a drug addict emaciated while wearing a buttoned, long sleeved shirt. He's hanging around one of the busier areas, stopping anyone who will and asking:]

Have you seen a little boy? Short, black hair? About seventwelve years old?

[presenting whoever stopped with a photo a kid with black fox ears and tail]

[ooc:Violence is not unexpected.]

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[woodenswords.livejournal.com]

[the Riku that just entered the dressing room looks to be about thirteen, with hair that goes past that of his fifteen year old counterparts. he looks like he just came from a formal dinner, dressed in nice black slacks and a white button-down shirt, except for the fact that he's got a wooden sword in hand. the change in scenery, because this is definitely not the play island, makes his expression go from faintly annoyed to surprised, and then cautious.]

If this is supposed to be a joke, it's not very funny.

whistle

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[There's a shrill whistle coming from the garden. People who would come to investigate would find this Namine up on a tree's branches, legs swinging leisurely. She whistles again, and curiously enough, the tree is getting flocked by several birds at the call. She doesn't seem to notice though.]

you know this is wrong, everything scars the skin

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[If Riku's feeling bad about ditching him earlier or perhaps just getting bored and decides to return to his room, he probably won't be surprised to find that Axel's in the shower. What might surprise him, though, is the blood on the bedsheets, and the trail of it on the floor leading into the bathroom. The door is ajar and the sound of the shower running can be heard.

Axel is collapsed under the shower's spray, stripped naked and slumped against the wall with his eyes closed. He's on his side, as he doesn't dare put pressure on his chest or back, as both appear to be quite torn up, wicked lacerations, most notably the word 'IDIOT' carved into his back. He seems to have suffered various other wounds as well, the cold water running off him still a reddish tint, even though it looks like he's been collapsed there for a while. The redhead's breathing is ragged, clearly distressed.]

(ooc: feel free to bother him.)

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[combustingly.livejournal.com]

Christ, you people are crazy.

[So after finding himself here about a few months ago, he's been lurking around the place and coincidentally witnessing things he may or may not have wanted to witness. But hey, this totally beats not existing, so for now, he'll just hang around and maybe bump into someone he knows. Or, you know, wait to go back home when the place feels like kicking him out.

Currently, he's wandered into the kitchen, trying to find a cooler.]

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[nogoodpeople.livejournal.com]

[There is a man walking into the dressing room. By the rapidly disappearing door behind him, this isn't where he was planning on ending up, although he doesn't seem bothered in the least. Inconvenienced, maybe. But nothing even close to bothered.

And while it's not the coat of the Organization that dark suit and tie might be familiar to some people.]

And who do I have to blame for this?

CLONES

[fauxpromise.livejournal.com]

[In a darker hall of the dressing room, filled with dust bunnies and cobwebs stands this replica, currently examining the area. He's looked through the doors, many of the being rooms either empty or complete messes. However, the one he's just discovered is quite full... of cloning equipment. Large test tubes span the area, while papers, perhaps notes, are scattered on the ground. Most of the tubes are empty, but a few contain specimens, some incomplete and appearing much like fetuses... others resembling Rikus.

He looks a bit puzzled.]

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[shoreliner.livejournal.com]

Ever wonder what's in a jelly bean?

[poses this question to the kitchen at large, holding one up. either Riku's pondering the universe, or just pondering candy.]

Back again :|

[island-drawing.livejournal.com]

[Lil' six year old Namine is walking through the halls looking for siren Namine. She has been gone for a while so she's wondering if she will still teach her about music. She hoped so.

But if anyone bumped into she would probably stop and talk to them. She's an easily distracted kid and all.]

relapse;

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Today Riku can be found, as usual, in the library. He's not studying or researching though, just curled up on a couch in the corner where the lighting is nice and dim. He's wrapped up in a blanket, but as if that weren't enough, there's a big black maine coon curled in his lap. Upon closer inspection, he really doesn't look that good.]