The same mistakes;

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Roxas is in the kitchen today, idly spinning the spoon around in a bowl of soup, just watching the broth swirl with a blank expression. He isn't looking his best, obviously lacking sleep judging by the way he has his head is lying flat on the table, eyes blinking owlishly every so often. Also sporting a new sling with hsi left arm resting in it, along with a few other fading bruises. Though it looks as if Roxas has been laying there a while, there is a pot full of warm soup on the burner, the fridge is stocked with pre-made meals, and the cookie jar is probably overflowing with cookies by now. At least he's putting this insomnia to good use.]

[ooc: He mostly can't sleep, and is suffering other buried side effects, but he won't be as much of an angst bucket in threads unless provoked.]

SUDDENLY

[yo-khdr.livejournal.com]

YO, DRESSING ROOM.

I'M REALLY HAPPY FOR YOU AND I'MMA LET YOU FINISH, BUT I AM THE BEST MUSE OF ALL TIME.

OF.

ALL.

TIME.

[ooc: I don't even.]

r&r.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ not everyone's got an exciting agenda ... riku's managed to corner himself a loveseat near a large tv, & with a lack of anything better to do, he's been watching the better half of a football game. ]

[ however, it's an uphill battle for both teams, so it's hardly holding his interest. by the third quarter he's resorted to rolling on his stomach, watching everyone go by (what, you don't like sports?) or whipping out a cell phone he's managed to keep hanging on to. ]

... [ unfortunately, sending texts still doesn't work. ]

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[before]

[Someone's been pretty busy adding to the Halloween decorations, by the look of it. Plenty of hallways are now decorated in some very real cobwebs, complete with large spiders. There are a jack-o-lanterns littered about; on tables and shelves, even just sitting on the floor, all lit by eerie purple candles with green flames, lighting up their toothy grins and narrowed eyes. Occasionally, one may have to look out for low-flying bats, screeching through the hallways only to disappear into thin air. And if the air feels cold in places? Purely your imagination. So's that ghostly touch.

Unfortunately, there's a small splatter of dark blood by one of the pumpkins that looks just a teensy bit out of place. And not far from there, Red is emptying the contents of his stomach on the floor, fingers digging into the doorway as he struggles to keep himself upright. Actually, there's a whole lot of blood and very little... well, stomach-type things among the stuff on the floor, and Red's not looking too well. He's even paler than normal, veins standing out much more than they probably should be on his hands, his eyes going bloody as they had done during his "allergic reaction" to Valentine candy. One last mouthful of blood is spat onto the floor before his grip slips and he falls backward, breath shallow and uneven. No, he's not looking too well at all.]


(ooc: *hum*)

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[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

If his usual experiences are anything to go by, Even would really prefer not being out in the open. Especially not naked in the hallway without the influence of sedatives or alcohol to dull the feeling of exposure le'gasp! Leashed to the wall with a chain, there isn't much he can do about this other than using his tail for cover and trying to distract himself fiddling with the collar (and attached muzzle) and picking at a very poorly healing bite, courtesy of a tiny vampire, on his shoulder.

Messily painted in black on the wall above his head in large letters it says: 'BEWARE OF DOG' followed by an arrows.
Not the Even can see the text he's sitting under; without enough chain to allow for him to stand up, he can't even move far enough away to see what's on the wall.

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[blade-angel.livejournal.com]

[This girl hasn't been seen much recently, due to the mun losing Aericka's muse ^^; but it looks like she's finally come out of hiding!

She's currently in the pool room, a towel over her arm and in her usual outfit. Well, minus the shoes and gloves.

...And possibly minus a few other things as well, seeing as she just tosses the towel down somewhere, before removing her vest and starting to tug her shirt off.]

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[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

[This is one damaged looking hallway. It's very clear there's been one hell of a fight here. In some places the floor boards are torn up and the walls have deep gashes in them. Even the ceiling has suffered some damage.

In the middle of all this destruction is a Roxas. He's on his back on the floor, not moving. The only indication that he's even alive is the darkness still dissolving out of a very long, very nasty wound that goes from his hip to his sternum. From a distance, it'll be hard to tell if he's even breathing.

It's pretty clear he's dying, but he's not in a state to do anything about it. Someone better help him before he dissolves completely.]

(ooc; he fought xurik and lost. badly.)