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[thundery.livejournal.com]

[ There is a Larxene crouched in this room, the left side of his mouth smeared with blood, gripping locks of silver hair tightly between his gloved fingers. The smell of charred flesh and burnt rubber hangs thick in the air, visible in the hazy grey smoke. It comes from the impact of lightning on skin and armor and bone, shorting out nerves and numbing limbs and blackening the natural wooden floor to a large dark smear.

The replica sprawled across that blackened floor is female, and currently unconscious, but it's obvious she's taken the brunt of whatever bad mood he's in. Her head (and most of her torso) has been lifted off the floor by her hair.

He is not smiling. In fact, his face looks pretty blank for someone usually so expressive when causing others pain. ]

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[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[How many oreos does it take to make an oreo tower?

This Roxas is intent on finding out. That tower is nearing two feet.]

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[stilltops.livejournal.com]

[down this hallway, near a f_iery's family area, there's a door open. if you look inside...

there's a bassinet, and some other furniture, but it looks pretty bare. the just-starting-to-show pregnant Aqua inside must still be setting everything up.]

[ooc: mostly for her 'family,' but feel free to tag :o]

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[hallowedshore]

[ Oh, dressing room. You have a new teenager lurking in your corners, perched in a crouch on one of the beams in the rafters. He's got hellish black jeans with a dozen rips and tears from the knees down, so torn there are strips hanging wrapped around his ankles, tangling around his pointed black boots. There's a grungy sort of feel hanging over him, and he's staring straight down between his feet through the lime green lenses of his glasses, observing the residents with great interest. ]

{ooc: aaaaaaaaa}

*falling!!*

[boomboomfire.livejournal.com]

[*is currently falling out of the sky and landing on endlessxsky*]