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[agelesshunter.livejournal.com]

[Due to a certain persons persistent suggestions, Roxas has, mostly, been living off blood packets for a while. But it seems like today he's finally had enough. He's got a Kairi pinned against a wall, with his face bowed to her neck. She's not really struggling anymore, having lost too much blood to be able to.

Someone want to stop him before the poor girl is drained dry?]

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[heartofall.livejournal.com]

[So, who on a daily basis spends a good amount of time in the simulation room? Who would still do so with Kingdom Hearts watching? She isn't trying to make anyone uncomfortable, she's just curious as to what people do on a daily basis and how they train. Feel free to talk to her or ask her to leave/tell her you don't prefer her watching, she won't mind! Just taking a break from doing patrol on the halls (She doesn't actually 'patrol' them, she just checks to make sure no one is like fatally injured and can't get anywhere without help, ect.) She seems quite friendly (aka: in a good mood, so makes the area around her calm/happy), for those who might be normally frightened of coming near her.]

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[skybright]

[the sound of wood cracking against wood is coming from one of the training rooms. inside, Sora is taking her wooden sword to a dummy; both the dummy and sword are looking pretty worn, and she's looking pretty tired out. this is how training sessions go now. she wants to be stronger. if she was weak enough to let her Keyblade get destroyed like it had been ages ago, how would she ever protect her friends, here and back home? that's what's driving her. she's been at this for a while, the loud cracking noises continuing for some time before--

CRACK

--the sword snaps in half against the dummy, the broken off part spinning across the floor. Sora stares ahead of herself at the dummy in disbelief, not even really seeing it for a moment. and then she screams, rage rushing through her. she swings her fist at the dummy in her anger, just letting it press against the battered wood for a moment, breathing heavily. her eyes are wide and her body is shaking, and it takes a moment for the smell of burning wood to reach her. her head snaps up to stare at where she punched, slowly pulling her trembling fist back; there's a faint burn to the wood, wisps of darkness rising from it.

the sight makes her fall to her knees in front of the dummy, broken sword clattering beside her. it's probably a good thing she wasn't made aware of the already fading gold rings around her pupils, too.]

die Wahrheit ist grausam

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[And here we have an arguement going on behind closed doors, presumably heated since the hall way is getting an earful.]

You aren't supposed to be here!
You can't just waltz in here whenever you want.

[Fortunately the other party isn't raising their voice, but unfortunately for eavesdroppers they aren't exactly speaking loud enough to be heard clearly from the hallway or through the closed door.]

Besides, you left- why come back?

[Followed neatly by some shattering glass and a slammed door. Okay, so it was just the tail end of a spat, but what can you do?
   Do you: 

a)Open the door
b)wait for someone to come out

c)get the popcorn then a) or b)
d)Walk away because it's just another drammu in the dressing Room]

[ooc: /fails waiting the extra hour and a day till October]