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[falseintegrity.livejournal.com]

[slumped against a wall, holding his head in his hands. he's extremely thin, emaciated, and his arms and legs are covered in bruises, but not visable. he's muttering to himself, trying to ignore anyone that passes by]

[ooc: Asylum!Axel. Anorexia Nervosa, Oppositional Defiance Disorder, Paranoid Personality Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, all a go. ]

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[featheredapple.livejournal.com]

[9 year old Sora flies over, holding out an apple]

You look kinda hungry. D'you want an apple?

[falseintegrity.livejournal.com]

[ pushes his fingers through his hair and pulls a little in frustration. he doesn't lift his head, muttering towards the floor, his tone bitter, almost harsh ]

No.

[featheredapple.livejournal.com]

Ok! [munches on it himself, then] What're you doing?

[falseintegrity.livejournal.com]

[grinds his teeth and then glances up. he pauses, blinks, and then shakes his head]

...Losing my mind.

[featheredapple.livejournal.com]

Why?

[falseintegrity.livejournal.com]

[drops his head back into his hands and slides further down the wall until he's sitting]

...Get out of my head.

[featheredapple.livejournal.com]

I'm not in your head. I'm in the dressing room with you!

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

[Cue a concerned Demyx kneeling down in front of the redhead with worried eyes.]

Hey man, what's wrong?

[His mind already noting on how sickly skinny the other was.]

[falseintegrity.livejournal.com]

[muttered, to himself]

what isn't wrong?

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

Well...

[thinks for a second]

I'm pretty sure that your eyes aren't wrong Ax.

[falseintegrity.livejournal.com]

[glances up, eyes narrowed]

What's that suppo--

[a beat]

...Ax. You know my name.

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

[Laughs, grinning]

Well yeah, we're friends right-

[His eyebrows knit together remembering where they were again.]

Of course, you might not be the same Axel I knew from home.

[Mumbles]

[falseintegrity.livejournal.com]

[studies himm and after a few moments, he shakes his head, looking away and absently pulling at the sleeves of his hoodie]

Sorry. Don't know you. I don't think I do, anyway.

[ihasyoureye.livejournal.com]

Another Axel to play with? Must be my lucky day~

[falseintegrity.livejournal.com]

[recognizes the voice and glances up. he says nothing, just stares blankly]

[ihasyoureye.livejournal.com]

What, your eyes broken too? If they're so useless, maybe I'll just take them~

[falseintegrity.livejournal.com]

My eyes work just fine.

[ihasyoureye.livejournal.com]

Looks like the rest of you doesn't.

[falseintegrity.livejournal.com]

Fuck off.

You're not the right one.

[achromaticly.livejournal.com]

[that black eye of his looks at him coldly, but his other looks a bit worried]

Are you okay, mister?

[falseintegrity.livejournal.com]

[mutters into his hands]

m'fine.

[achromaticly.livejournal.com]

If you're sure. I don't want you to get sick or anything if you don't feel well, mister.

[falseintegrity.livejournal.com]

[he lifts his head from his hands an inch or two and glances up]

I'm not sick. ...What happened to your eye?

[achromaticly.livejournal.com]

Okay.

Oh, it was stabbed.

[falseintegrity.livejournal.com]

[lifts his head a little more, brows furrowing slightly]

...Stabbed?