Is this technically suicide?

[beforehehunted.livejournal.com]

[Anyone walking along this hallway will suddenly have their nose assaulted by the overly strong scent of some sort of disinfectant. It's obvious that this area has recently been cleaned, and that the cleaner went to a lot of effort to make sure that not an ounce of whatever had been there remained.

Should you follow the scent down the hall, you'll find yourself outside a bathroom. And inside the bathroom, the sound of someone cleaning themselves can be heard. And for those of you with a particularly strong nose, you might be able to smell some leftover blood washing down the drain...]
[ooc: This happened. ]

You know I can see right through you;

[juniorfryer.livejournal.com]

[Headed towards the garden room, Austin is being trailed by his stillahothead.]

I already told you, I'm not talking about this!

It's important, Austin!

It's my business!

I'm your father, it's mine too.

Little Roxas is technically my father too, but you don't see him asking me about my love life.

[Austin is all shades of red, just stomping away each time olderxas seems to catch up with him. Someonepleasehelphim.]

no subject

[wannabeforgiven.livejournal.com]

[The door to this new room might be normal sized, but once you get inside, everything is huge - and Christmassy. Giant tree complete with decorations, wrapped presents the sizes of cars and small houses, and an enormous almost-empty knitted wool stocking. Almost-empty because Cloud has somehow woken up inside it and is having much difficulty finding his way out.]

no subject

[a-single-petal.livejournal.com]

[Marluxia's in the beach room today. It's not really a place he frequents all that often. But he's planning to meet someone here. The conversation to come... he doesn't really want to think about it. He knows it needs to be done but he's realized he doesn't even know where to start...]

((OOC:Locked to just Marluxia and [Bad username or site: waterprincessix / @ livejournal.com].))

backwards

[deadlittlesis.livejournal.com]

How... Is it magic?

[This is a Xion. This is a Xion in medieval clothes. This is a Xion huddled in a corner, tinkering with the phone that suddenly appeared in her pocket, her face completely and utterly confused.

She's eight.

And has no idea what technology is.]