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[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

[ This probably isn't a very good training exercise.

Either way, there's a small skating rink wedged into a room, and Riku's taken it upon himself to try it out. He's only skated on lakes and unpolished ponds before, so something so smooth is new to him. He's a speed skater, so the wind blows in his face as he speeds around on his skates. The dressing room was even kind enough to give him the old ones he had. Skating's the only real pasttime Riku has. He sinks down low, making himself faster, before he jumps up and lands on his feet once more--only backwards. He's skating backwards. He's not so good at that, though, because he stumbles and falls flat on his butt. ]

Ugh--I need more practice...

Inevitable - backdated before the ball;

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[He knows the ball's today. As much as he wants to go, though, his friends come first.

And said friend that he's worried about... is most likely gone, leaving behind nothing but a Vanitas, plain and simple. He told her that he'd take care of things. Well, there's no point in waiting any more. With his Keyblade in hand, Ven is making his way through the halls, keeping his eyes open for any surprise attacks.

Though people are welcome to stop and chat, he's in a rush and likely won't stay for long. Hard as this is going to be, better now than later.]

[ooc: Mostly for temporaltrap, though I don't mind other tags. Also, as the title says, this is before the ball. Spoilers are incredibly likely in regards to Vanitas.]

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[heartofall.livejournal.com]

[ It's almost the middle of April, and the Spring Ball is finally here.

There's a new room, surprisingly close to the main areas. A large, grassy outdoor courtyard just blooming with the first signs of spring. Balloons form an arch over the entrance, pink and green and white, and scatter further throughout the area. The decorations are light and festive, pastel streamers in varying colors to suit the mood, pinned together with large, matching flowers at the corners.

The tables are small and rounded with white cotton tablecloths, decorated with lilies, buttercups, and lavendar crocuses. The flowers ring around the centerpiece of each table, small Fabergé eggs in pastels of blue, pink, and green. Candies in gold foil wrappers peek out from beneath the flowers, marshmallow chicks (or bunnies, if you're really lucky) arranged in a little party on each empty plate. Most of the treats at the food table are light and healthy, salads and meats, fresh fruits and vegetables. They're simply to make up for the grand desserts, top quality chocolate eggs and candies, pies, and cakes.

Music seems to come from nowhere at all, pleasant and upbeat for festive dancing, louder near the dance floor -- a simple but very large and circular stone area to the side, lifted one step higher off the ground. Sunlight falls from the clouds in just enough to brighten the area. The entire place looks, feels, and smells like Spring. It even sounds like it, with the soft coos of doves.

And for the kids, there's a large, square table on the other side with baskets of white hard-boiled eggs and buckets of colored dyes.

As for your host, she is seated at one of the tables in a pretty, pale, and long pink dress with matching shoes, waiting for the party to begin.]


[ooc: Well! Here it is, your April Event! A couple of things I would like to address though: Please no bad things, nothing is going to be spiked and no fights or heartless raids, this is suppose to be a happy time. If you want anything like that or even similar, please go to your rooms because if not KH will threadhop and smite you-- I mean. :D Also, threadhopping is incredibly encouraged and should be done. Thank the marvelous Jester for all of her help because mun is weird.]

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[schemeful.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere in a hallway a door is being kicked open and this tiny guy is barging in. He's seven, loud, and carrying a box filled with dirt and worms. He's laughing to himself.]

Can't wait 'til those idiots come home and see this~.

[lololo-- wait. wasn't this suppose to be home? um. Shoot.]

[Warning: So much spoilerface. Tinyvan isn't wearing a helmet, this icon is just to block the spoilers. :|b]

strike up the band

[packextender.livejournal.com]

[ That party was nice, sure. Dancing and punch and little kids, however, just isn't Roxas' scene. So, afterwards, he slipped away to find a room he could think in. The room he picked is a few steps away from where the dance was hosted. The field is large and spacious, full of short, green grass, slightly taller where the dense forest starts to emerge. In the middle of that field, however, is a wide tree, which holds a sturdy, oak treehouse in between its branches. Ending twilight paints this picture with opaque oranges and vibrant violets and deep blues, which seems just fine to Roxas, who's sitting on some of the tree's roots. Still dressed in the white dress shirt, black pants and boots he wore to the dance, he watches as the 'sun' starts to 'set' while he fiddles with his green tie, with a few small jars beside him--and why? Small fireflies are starting to dance around in the ending light.

He grabs one jar and slowly moves, trying to catch a few fireflies. He's clusmy, though, and ends up bumping against the hanging tire swing, almost falling onto his butt if it weren't for quick reflexes. Almost as an apology, one firefly hovers above him and sinks down into the jar. There are plenty more, though... anyone want to try their hand at catching fireflies after a day of partying? ]