hole in my head.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[just your ordinary Sora. save for the second-hand clothes, a couple scratches and bruises here and there, and the fact that he's seemingly out cold. at least he's still breathing. make that a gun-brandishing, fully-awake Sora.]

Comments

[truememories.livejournal.com]

I'm assuming you don't mean like the ocean or anything.

[all she can think of]

[ooc: that would be helpful, yes xD]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[his head turns, eyes pained.]

[truememories.livejournal.com]

[she tilts her head.]

Not the answer you were looking for?

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[sigh.]

Nope.

[he really isn't home anymore.]

[truememories.livejournal.com]

Sorry.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

If I'm not home then... where...

[truememories.livejournal.com]

They call it the dressing room.

[ooc: technologywitch god, I take forever to find icons]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[incredulous stare.]

Dressing Room? Seriously?

[ooc: awesome. <3 though I have an uncanny resemblance to someone with short term memory loss. You might have to post on the cast list so I remember.]

[truememories.livejournal.com]

[shrug]

Hey, I didn't name it.

[ooc: will do. <3]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he slips the two guns into their individual holsters on his thighs. then he's standing, albeit awkardly and wincing all the way.]

[truememories.livejournal.com]

[seeing the wince]

Are you going to be okay?