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[it's very late. only the shadows seem to move, creeping as the night wears on across the floor, along the walls. most of the people of the dressing room are probably tucked away in bed by now, and that's precisely why one pale girl is currently tiptoeing into the dark library. she doesn't turn on a single light, instead winding her way around a series of bookcases to reach the back of the room. since she arrived, naminé has been virtually invisible. she's quite a timid thing to begin with, and with a slew of organization members roaming around, she's tried to go unnoticed. she does not want to go home...but she does want to meet sora, and she does want to see the replica again. every day, she's told herself, "today could be the day i go back," but it never happens. she's beginning to think that maybe it won't. the trouble is that before coming to the dressing room, she'd never been on her own. she was never meant to exist, and her existence is merely that of a shadow...so here she is, creeping across the floor with the others—the shadows.

someone's left a pile of books lying on the floor in front of one of the shelves, and naminé curiously sits down beside it, placing her sketchbook down on her lap so she can reach over to pick up the book at the top of the stack. She pulls the book towards herself, squinting in the dark to try to read the text on the cover.]

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[Hopefully she won't mind some interruption. Ven here's on the hunt for... something interesting to read. With a library so huge, there must be some book that catches his eye.

Of course, that won't stop him from saving as he passes by.]

Hey.

[ nnngh, one teenage boy who normally would be fast asleep has been plagued by nightmares tonight, and since he remembers exactly where the library is (and the kitchen, but everything else can't be found at night by him), he's going to be heading that way rather sleepily, probably knocking into the wall next to the door before actually going into the library, which should alert Namine' that someone is there ~ oh, and here's a shocker if he gets in to the light-- bright, bright pink hair under a camouflage beanie that was poorly put on, so a lot of it is visible. ]

Edited 2011-03-09 02:10 (UTC)

[Roxas had been on his way to get a late night snack, but noticed Namine being sneaky. So of course, he decided to follow her into the library instead.]

....Namine?

[Your not as alone as you think. This night owl over here is up late doing a little research. He's not too far from where you are either.]

Looking for something?

Edited 2011-03-09 16:17 (UTC)

[way to scare her half to death, ven. it takes a minute for her heart to come down from her throat, but when it does, she calls out to him.]

Ven?

[she's quite a ways from the door, being at the back of the library, but in the midst of all this quiet, that thunk can't be missed. her pupils dilate, trying to allow in what small light there is at this time of night. she quietly leans back against the bookshelf, trying to hide herself behind the stack of literary works just in case. she reaches up to put the book she pulled from the pile back, but accidentally nudges another one off the pile in the process. and that's why the thunk gets a THUMP back. naminé tenses, hoping whoever made the thunking sound just so happened to be deaf.]

Holy shi-- Hello? Is.. anyone there?

[ There's a very harmless, uncertain sounding call into the library, obviously thrown off by the thump. ]

[she quickly replaces the book on the stack, as if she'd just been caught trying to steal it by the librarian. but it's just roxas, she realizes, and she smiles uncertainly.]

What are you doing here, Roxas?

[that voice.

naminé freezes where she is, the color draining from her cheeks. although she's not physically trembling, it seems that her voice is, for all its shakiness.]

N-no...

[naminé opens her mouth to answer but suddenly cannot find the words. he doesn't sound very threatening, but then... she's met an awful lot of people who didn't have to sound threatening to be threatening... she reaches around the pile of books to retrieve the one that fell. as she brings it back toward herself, holding it in hand, it hits the corner of the pile, leading it to topple over onto naminé. there's the noise of the crash, of course, and then, if hayner's particularly attentive, he might hear a girl's tiny gasp.]

[ That made him trip over his feet and.. almost crash into a table, but luckily he just bumps it and regains his balance. ]

Hey! Are you okay in there?

[ Now it's a very concerned voice, and he steps forward more a bit hastily. ]

[she heard noise, and she hears his voice. he might be a nice guy after all, but naminé answers him so quickly that it's clearly a force of habit.]

Yes!

[no.]

[ That stops him again. ]

Are you sure? No one's attacking you, right!?

[ brb being macho, macho man. ]

[He turns the page in the book he's reading, not looking up.]

I don't bite you know.

[Your fear is so obvious--what a jumpy thing you are.]

[naminé looks down at the spilled books lying atop her lower body, remembering now that her sketchbook is drowning somewhere in this mess.]

N-no...

[she sounds like a girl with a broken heart—isn't that ironic?]

[she's not so sure. at least it seems so, because she doesn't answer him. instead, she remains quiet, like she's hoping he'll forget she's here. after a minute or so, she speaks softly.]

But you...

[nevermind, she's not going to talk after all, breaking off and embracing the silence.]

[ He'll be going into the library deeper, not.. caring that he'll have an interesting time retracing his steps-- dnajksnjkn scrambling to help get that stuff off of her, oh god. ]

Oh man, did I make you do this? I'm so sorry..

[He raises his eyes for a moment, waiting for her to continue.]

Yes?

It wasn't you. I bumped a stack of them...

[he's nice. nicer than she imagined him capable of being. he might notice that she's not being so helpful as she is just sort of watching him. she's ogling you, hayner. is that...? is that pink hair? one word comes to mind.

marluxia.

and suddenly she's recoiling.]

[ And he'll drop the books he was moving out of her way (not on her, but he was actually trying to stack them so he could pick them up for her-- ]

What? Did I hurt you?

[ FROWNS, oh god what did he do. ]

You're one of them.

[she's staring intently at her shoes.]

[she's kind of shoving herself into a bookshelf at the moment, but it hits her all the same.

no. no, he didn't hurt her.]

No... I'm sorry... It's just your hair. It's... An unusual color.

[what a strange girl.]

[ He'll quickly back up and give her space, considering.. she's seeming to have some kind of fit over him being here, uh-- he'll go to touch his hair, and then quickly pull down his beanie. ]

Oh.. yeah.. sorry. It was a prank.. trust me, I don't want it to be this color.

Oh...

[she smiles shyly, now leaning closer towards him.]

It doesn't look too bad.

[ derp, compliments, they make his face betray him and change the same shade of his hair-- aaah, does she need help up? If so, he'll hastily do that-- ]

I've tried washing it out.. but that doesn't really work well.

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