i am really a l i a r

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

[staring down at his sleeve, he seems pretty clueless with his new surroundings until he looks up, and then it's a whole new ballgame. shuddering some, his eyes dart around to try and locate something familiar but nothing rings a bell and it's all so terrifying. he settles in the end for wandering around, in search of a bathroom by sifting through various doors.]

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[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[for the sake of telling chii later, one of them rooms might just be populated by a rox and a sora]

Heard of knocking, kid?

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

Sorry--

[the very brief glance of him given is a semi-short boy with a slightly blackened eye and a bandage on his cheek. that's before he quickly shuts the door and slumps on the outside, and when he turns to review his path however, he whines softly.]

Oh man ...

[tiny droplets of blood mark his trail, and he's off quickly to find the bathroom again.]

have another?

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

[bonks into something as he turns a corner, and the little gears and cogs of a pocketwatch fly everywhere. course, that's not nearly as startling as seeing the disrepair the boy's in]

Are you... what happened to you?

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

Nothing's wrong.

[smiles softly, hiding his arm behind his back. behind him, his fingertips are idly dripping blood onto the floor.]

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

[noooot convinced]

I may be no apothecary, but you are bleeding.

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

I've dealt with it before ... I'll be fine.

[looks around the other, fidgeting.]

Do you know where the bathroom is?

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

[frowns, but he supposes he's seen worse things here]

There are numerous bathrooms. I can show you to one, if you would like.

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

I'd appreciate that ...

[moves to tag along behind him, glancing around in utter paranoia. if she's here, she'll hurt his friends, even if he doesn't know this boy at all.]

Hey um ... is there a reason there's a boy here who looks like you?

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

There are many people here who look the same as I. Many of them resemble you, though most older.

[leads the way to a bathroom and holds the door open for the other to get a look]

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

Me but older ..?

[instantly thinks of his brother, but then his thoughts drift as he hangs in the doorway of the bathroom, looking in.]

Thanks ...

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

Yes. From my understanding, most answer to Riku, as most who look like me call themselves Roxas.

[nods, letting go of the door to step aside]

I'm glad to help.

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

[slips in, wandering over to the sink. without really waiting for him to leave, he yanks his sleeve back and exposes something carved into the top of his arm rather deep.]

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

[well, somebody's staring, even if he knows he shouldn't. luckily his face isn't terribly expressive]

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

[just dabs toilet paper on the wound, biting his lip at the sting.]

I hope this doesn't scar bad ...

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

[curls his fingers around the potion he's been wearing like a necklace, having been trying to save it because of his hands, but those cuts look awful]

...

[removes the cord and marches in, holding the half-empty bottle to him]

This should mend your wounds.

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

[upon closer inspection it reads 'CLAIMED' in large thick letters. Riku looks confusedly from the bottle to Roxas' face.]

That's not alcohol ... is it?

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head]

I was not told the name but I believe it's a salve.

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

Ah ...

[accepts it hesitantly, but the way he drinks it is desperately. gagging at the pure-herb taste, he swallows hard and sticks his face under the sink to drink some water.]

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

[blinks. well, he wasn't using it that way but now he's hoping it still works]

Why would...

[stops himself; he knows it's not his business]

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

[once he's done drowning out the taste of dill, grass and garlic, he shudders and settles back, slumping against the bath tub.]

That made me ... really tired.

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

[wonders what in the world the guy went through]

There are a lot of vacant rooms here if you wish to rest.

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

Take me there ...?

[sighs out as he stands up, wobbling a bit.]

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

I can show you to one. Can you walk?

[crepepaper.livejournal.com]

[wide, curious eyes.]

Lost?

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah I can ...

[but sometimes he'll reach for his hand.]

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

Good. There should be something nearby.

[doesn't mind at all since he loves helping, leading the way along to an unoccupied room]

Is this suitable?

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

It's fine.

[stumbles inside, heading for the bed.]

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

Alright.

If you should need anything, feel free to contact me.

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

Alright ... I uh- thanks ...

No one's really been that considerate in a while except the school nurse.

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

Just a little ..

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

I haven't a reason not to be.

Since there are many named Roxas here, call me Key if you like. I unlock things so it should be adequate.

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

Key ... it's a nice name.

[his shirt is long but bunched up, so he tugs it down and strips from his pants, curling up under the blankets.]

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

Feel free to call me by that and I'll respond.

Should I assume you go by Riku?

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

Well if there are ... other Rikus, then I guess you can call me ah .. well, my last name's Wolff, and my middle name is Grey.

One of those are fine.

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

Grey then.

[always goes for what passes as a description]

I hope you rest well.

[skaterboard.livejournal.com]

[yawns behind one, then yelps and throws a pillow at the door.]

Hey, knock first!

[masoschismatic.livejournal.com]

S-sorry!

[jolts out.]