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kingdomdressing2008-06-07 02:56 pm
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........You start a fire inside that I could never control...........
[If anyone is observant enough, they may realize the carpeting upon a certain corridor is soaked to the bone. The water would appear to be trickling out barely from under the wall to a residental room, should a person stop to look.]
[ ooc : You'll have to go in and find him if you need a response, since boy-o there is very much in dream-landin the damned shower with his clothes on, dozing away, like the genius he is. Recurring theme much? ]
[ ooc : You'll have to go in and find him if you need a response, since boy-o there is very much in dream-land
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Hey--! Where do you think you're going? [He sounds angrier than he actually is. There's more relief to it than anything else, but there's just something about seeing the face of your best friend snubbing you to put a nasty tone in your voice.]
Don't turn your back on me, Rox! Where the hell have you been?
[Of course, if this isn't the Roxas he's looking for, then Axel's probably going to be in a ton of trouble.]
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puppy-doggingworrying over thanks to some king of twisted nurturing instinct that's risen up in the wake of losing contact with his brother. People do that when they los-... are away from..family. It's a misplaced feeling that will go away as soon as the other can locate -his- Roxas...like everyone else has done.But still. Doesn't mean he's not very much acting like the little-brother in this situation; and tucking tail when the elder comes a calling.]
...m-mngh.
[The grunt is aimed at sounding irate. That strangled noise, however- really only made you sound like the wounded runt you make yourself out to be, Roxas.]
I've been here...
If you needed to talk so badly, you could have just come to see me.
[Ah, the joys of being vague. You see...Roxas had just spoken to the Axel he knows during that bash. The red-head's inqury makes sense to him, and is taken, as though it's asking why he abandoned the party. A shame that their interpretations of this are coming up as entirely different things. Or maybe luckily... Roxas might not react well to learning that this is a 'stranger', for all intensive purposes.]
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[The snapping has stopped, replaced by an almost confused, almost (but not quiet) hurt expression. Axel stands on wobbly legs, supporting himself with the lip of the sink.]
Roxas--I just got here last night. What are you going on about? Hell--! It was luck I found you in here! And for that matter--!
[Oh, here it goes again--that protective streak, almost possessive enough to be that of family, despite the fact that they couldn't be any less related. He sighed, a heavy weight slipping off his shoulders.]
...for that matter...forget it.
I'm just glad to see you again.
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[Prepare for all hell to break lose in T-minus...]
No..
[Head is shaking slowly, his confusion evident.]
We were at the ball last night.
I played with your eye-patch.
[Slowly now he's murmuring, like a child pleading for their precious Santa to be more than a figment of their ignorant dreams. As if saying these words will set the world back on track and his head on straight. He's not tensing up and looking very much like bolting or breaking in half are his next plans of action.]
You remember. Right?
[Denial ain't just a river, baby. Sad to say, though, Roxas was fervently dog-paddling the current on this little tangent of certainly. Holding onto for dear life, the youth was certain that nothing had changed from several hours before. And the person he'd -thought- had come bolting into his god. damned. shower was one of two people he trusted here.
No. He's not going to accept this shattering of his little fictitious reality just yet. Nothing else made sense!]
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C'mon Rox... what are you taking about. I never saw you at the party. I was off talking to the Demyx wannabes--the Jareth dorks? You couldn't miss them... [He was reaching for something, anything, but coming up empty handed.]
Roxas, I wasn't wearing an eyepatch...hell--I've been wearing this the whole time.
[Stuck in leather pants all night. That couldn't be fun. And neither could this talk. It was twisting in Axel's stomach like a knife--pressed in to the hilt and turning. What was Roxas going on about? Didn't he--?]
Roxas...It's me. Axel.
[He reaches for the other, hesitant, seeing the panic in the blue eyes.]
Don't you...
...remember?
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He was alone in his bathroom with some lunatic who thought they knew him. Obviously the flame-thrower had the wrong Roxas, but- people got a little loony here, and he had the rising suspicion that this guy wasn't taking no for an answer.
One flick of his peripherals said that this was made even worse by the shut door....and Roxas' very classy attire which likely was ten pounds of unnecessary water weight. A shame he couldn't just hit the 'Pause' button on this select Bit o' Crazy and change clothing then make a run for the exit... before his personal stalker started talking about being BFF's!, getting matching charm bracelets and living in a house with ten cats together.]
You've got the wrong guy..
I don't know who the hell you are.
[Another step backwards and he's behind his wheeled chair, ready to -chuck- it at the intruder if need be.]
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[Woah! Hey now! The situation had gone from bad to worse and Axel wasn't the smoothest guy to be handling negotiations.]
Come on, Roxas...calm down...
[He shuffled himself back, giving Roxas room to breathe, hands held right up where Roxas could see them.]
--sure you remember me. Friends, right? Best year of your life? Maybe?
[Axel was certain he wasn't the sort of fellow easily forgotten. Something has gone awry. Something awful. But at the very least he's found the other again. That was better than nothing. Unless of course, Roxas bolted--leaving Axel at square one yet again...]
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[He was chilled, and though it was to be expected when drenched in a drafty room....that kind of sensation paled in comparison to how the very blood seemed to freeze within his veins. A few simple words can practically downed the youth, compelling him to stay still as though both feet had cemented themselves to the floor with a system of roots.
Friends.]
...I don't know you. I..don't.
I don't know who the hell you are!
[It had almost won him over. Almost. But the crashing wave of anxiety which split forth at that tiny, little word of pathetically idealistic and childish notion- broke a floodgate of distress, which Roxas immediately balled up into answer and threw at his Bathroom Break-in Buddy. Oh, and the chair too...though it's more shoved with all the angry force one underweight man can muster, into the general direction where the very confused red-head was. And that's all it takes for him to bolt for the door, soggy clothing be damned.]
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Roxas! NO--!
[Axel lunged for the other, only to miss by a hair. Roxas was out of reach. And by the time Axel fumbled his way out of the wet bathroom and back out onto the soggy carpeting, Roxas was long gone.
This time, he didn't swear. Didn't utter a word.
It was a growl--a snarl of pent up something as he slammed a fist against the wall. He'd fucked up and fucked up BADLY. No...he was going to get out and bring reinforcements. If Roxas wasn't going to come willingly...
Unfortunately for Axel, as he would later find out...there was no way out.
Plan B, anyone?]