the worst luck

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[someone's wiping at his eyes and cursing, trying to figure out where he should go since his last choice was downright abysmal. he's currently looking rather worse for wear, shaky and red-eyed. anyone he passes he tries not to look at, eventually giving up and huddling in a chair in a corner]

I shouldn't have ever believed anything he said, anything he did. It's just like everyone else and I should've known it. Shouldn't have listened or cared or c...

[he won't admit he was crying so much that his head hurts, his pride's not allowing that, and he's grumbling to himself because he's really got no one to turn to with this]

All those things he said were just flowery fucking lies. He wasn't different. Wonder if he had that scheduled or just decided to fuck around with the first person he saw.

...It's not my problem.

[and now he's tugging at something he was wearing around his wrist]

I'm tired of it hurting already.


[ooc: Taking place after this and this. Roxas had the misfortune of hiding in the wrong room]

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[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[pauses.]

... I guess that's logical. I don't just want to put up a wanted poster or anything, though.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

Understandably. That'd give away that you're looking.

Just...I dunno, befriend a sturdy guy?

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[sighs.]

Yeah. Easier said then done, I think...

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

There's a lot of people in this place.