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[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[someone's sitting in a hallway, back pressed against the wall with his head bowed. his neck is covered in scratches, some ofthem bleeding, some of them not. his knees are pulled up to his chest, forehead pressed against them, one hand cradled in his lap. he's breathing pretty hard, as if he'd just been running, and his shoulders are shaking. looks like someone just narrowly escaped a beating.]

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[gambleroffaith.livejournal.com]

... Are you alright, young man?

[ He holds the Holy Bible in his left hand, the right one being placed upon the boy's shoulder]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[he flinches away at the contact, jerking his head up with wide eyes. huh, not the person he expected. he swallows, bowing his head again]

I--.. I'm fine..

[are those tear stains on his face? why yes they are.]

[gambleroffaith.livejournal.com]

It would seem your soul is troubled...

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[through clenched teeth, almost out of the blue]

I'm not a murderer...

[he pulls his hand closer to his chest]

[gambleroffaith.livejournal.com]

I didn't think you were. I assume that someone has accused you of that?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[head still in knees, nodding]

[gambleroffaith.livejournal.com]

No one will judge you without proof here. Not in my presence.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

Ah, no!

[the minute he sees blood, he's scurrying down the hall to get a wet cloth, raving at himself like a lunatic. of course, while he treats himself like the mother of people here, he often scolds himself when he lets things get out of hand. coming back with that cloth, he collapses beside Roxas, reaching up to tug his chin up while pressing it to the scratches on his neck.]

I'm sorry I didn't come sooner...

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[he inhales sharply, tensing at first when Sora tilts his head up. he seems like he's about ready to run, bit when he realizes this isn't the person he expected, and that they're helping, not hurting, he relaxes a little, only grimacing every now and again in reaction to the cloth against his neck. he says nothing.]

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[well hey, he's all for coddling, so he's trying his best to daintily scoop Roxas into a hug, while still cleaning away any blood and dirt from his cuts. stuffed in the sides of his socks is a roll of medical tape and gauze.]

Wanna tell me what happened..?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[ looks like he's too exhausted and confused to protest, really, and he just kinda..slumps against him a little. he swallows, shaking his head slightly, looking bewildered ]

I don't--I don't even know. I was just taking pictures, and then he-- I'm not a murderer, I didn't kill or hurt anyone.

[waaaay to make a whole lot of sense]

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[just sort of kisses the top of his head with reassurance, trying his best not to jostle him while patching him up.]

I'm guessing... someone assumed you were someone else? Or at least like them?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[leaning his head back against the wall, eyes closing]

I told him he-- [quiet hiss] he had the wrong g-guy...But he still wanted to kill me...

[blinks his eyes open, staring at the ceiling as a small realization hits him]

...My camera. I left my camera...

[reaches up to facepalm but--..ow, that hurts with two dislocated fingers]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[guess who trips right in the hall.]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[guess who jumps because, oh shit, it could be that crazy guy coming back to kill him this time. he jerks his head up, finds that it's just Riku...and looks away.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

What the fuck, don't just lay--

[ l-looks down. ]

Oh, it's you.

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[mutters]

..S-Sorry.

[he pushes himself to his feet, struggling just a little with only being able to use one hand. his pants are smeared with drying blood at the knees from his kneck, having dripped onto them. swallowing, he pulls a rather ridiculous stunt (ie: trying to appear like bleeding from multiple scratches at his throat is normal, and who doesn't walk around holding their hand to their chest?), and turns to walk away.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

--who did that?

[ the change in demeanor's way too obvious. ]

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[bitterly, maybe a little frustrated, possibly confused.]

I don't know.

[walking away now. don't want to be in anyones way or piss any more people off, thanks.

[reflecktion.livejournal.com]

[oh look, yet another bleeding soul in the dressing room! shaking his head, Riku kneels down beside Roxas, a worried look on his face]

H-hey... what happened?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[someone just wants to go back hooome, where he was never really noticed before. where people didn't attack you because you looked liked someone else. that would be nice.]

I was just taking pictures. I--..

[he shakes his head. still not entirely sure what the hell just happened.]

[reflecktion.livejournal.com]

[digging in his pockets, he pulls out a candy bar he was saving for later. he offers it to the boy, hoping it will help calm him down]

Who did this to you?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[after a moment of consideration, he realizes that he is rather hungry, and he takes it with a pitiful smile of thanks, which soon disappears once the question is asked]

I-I don't know. I've never met him before t-today...

[reflecktion.livejournal.com]

[puts a gentle hand on his shoulder, mindful of the scratches, looking at him with sympathetic eyes]

Is there anything I can do?

[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[tensing a little]

Just...take me to the nearest bathroom?

[someone doesn't particularly like the feeling of drying blood on his skin, and he should probably clean his neck up, figure out what he's going to do about it. ...and probably ask how to set dislocated fingers.]