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[blindscream.livejournal.com]

[And a young boy--

no, man

--stands in the middle of the hallway. He's just standing there. That's all he's doing.]

[He's staring at the floor. Well, at least that's what people who walked by would make of it. He occasionally whispers something incoherent; like he's telling a secret to someone. There is no one there.]

...

[He looks up again, blinking. His eyes are a very light shade of green. He doesn't look around; he just stares off into the empty space of the hallway.]

The ground... feels different.

[He shifts from foot to foot, but still doesn't move from his spot. One of his hands is curled into a fist, as if he's holding something. When his hand uncurls, a few pills lay in the palm of his hand. He keeps his palm open for a few seconds, before bringing it to his mouth and dumping them in, swallowing them without even water. He makes a face as they slide down his throat roughly, but the expression soon returns to it's normal, blank slate.]

((check his journal for more info. AU.))

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[stillatrap.livejournal.com]

[so. if you happen to be walking into one of the DR's kitchens right now, you may well happen across this male!xion, who seems to be having a bit of ... an issue ... with cooking. because he sucks at it.

in fact, it might be the loud crash that brings you running! to spot this little dude kneeling on the floor, a bowl on his head, covered in flour. positively ghost-like.

whether you say something or not, he's going to sigh enormously, get up, take the bowl off and set it on the messy table beside him, and shake his head out like a dog, getting flour all over everything in a five foot radius.

someone stop him before he explodes the kitchen or something.]

I've got to get this right eventually...

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[clepsydras.livejournal.com]

[There's a rather...unfamiliar figure in a hooded Organization coat in this hallway. Whoever it is is recognizably female, but aside from that...she's only going to seem familiar to a few people.

Either way, from the way she's looking around, she must be new or lost. Help her out?]

[ooc: I'm sorry for the icon um. Updated to further in her AU.]

the color red

[dragonedge.livejournal.com]

[ Finally, that little project of his was done. It was in a box wrapped with white, and a red bow tying it all up. The man practically had his fingers crossed in hopes the woman won't just, ah, toss it aside.

Those pricks from the needles were a pain, after all. ]

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[thalassas.livejournal.com]

[ This public room is dark, but various figures within it are highlighted by the dim blue light being cast from the television screen as the movie plays. One such figure is that of a girl lying on the floor, a pillow under her chin as she watches a quiet intersection of the city. A man comes into view, alone in every sense of the word. The music starts; a soft, chilly tune that makes Kairi's fingers dig into the pillow in suspenseful anticipation.

Some sort of mutilated, rabid human being covered in blood makes its entrance, hurrying after the man who is just now realizing the danger he's in as the music soars up into shrill notes. The noise makes Kairi act as if electricity has just been sent through her body as she gives a jolt only to proceed to squirm in concern for the man being chased by the zombie.

Leave it to a Princess of Heart to enjoy watching horror movies. Somebody ought to hold her still, take her attention elsewhere, chill out and watch the movie with her, or slap a hand over her mouth before she screams. ]

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[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Namine's found a new room today. And it's completely filled with Cd's. Like a giant music store.

She's just having a look at some different Cd's at the moment. Feel free to sneak up on her and give her a heart attack. ^^]

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[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Hello, DR, it's your friendly neighborhood Even again. He's not confused or looking for anything, this time, because this time he is doing science. Or rather, he will be, once he manages to locate a lab. What is he going to do there? He is going to experiment the shit out of the prize pot he's just barely managing to carry in both arms. He appears to be fiercely determined, and only a wee bit irritated by the thing.]

Ridiculous, useless cretin of a thing-- If you don't prove fascinating, my friend, your end is going to be a fantastic one.

[--And he's grumbling at it. Has it been a dream of yours to harass a scientist trying to hold onto an unwieldy Unversed? Today is your day!]

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[recyclethedead.livejournal.com]

[Check it out, it's a smelly hobo drug dealer Xaldin rooting through the fridge.

He's hung his coat on a chair, the miserable thing looking quite frankly gross in desperate need of a good wash. The importance of this is not his sense of fashion but that it reveals at his hip several glowing blue vials.

Commenting on his make-up is not recommended.]


[ooc:oh god what have I done?]