something constructive.

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

[this girl's been pretty quiet lately-- Keyblades and magic aren't what she's used to. the bandage that used to be on her arm's gone, and right now she's just relaxed on a couch, lying on her stomach and writing in her notebook.]

[ooc: replies will come in the morning /o/ tired of holding this laptop in the air and I want to read.]

Comments

[semiautomatic-8.livejournal.com]

[leans over the back of the couch, shotgun slipped through one of his suspenders, the other hanging loosely by his thigh]

Hey sugar.

[leers down at her, takes note of her healed arm]

[runs his tongue along the side of his upper teeth, flashes stud in his tongue] Got a minute?

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

[JUMPS ohgod.]

...What do you want, Axel.

[trying to sound brave, but it's probably not working.]

[(Anonymous)]

[smile widens as he looks down at her, tilts head to the side]

Oh nothing. Just haven't seen you around for a while...

What's that you're working on? [without much effort, gestures towards her notebook with a thin finger]

Woah, fail.

[semiautomatic-8.livejournal.com]

[smile widens as he looks down at her, tilts head to the side]

Oh nothing. Just haven't seen you around for a while...

What's that you're working on? [without much effort, gestures towards her notebook with a thin finger]

LJ hates you, apparently.

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

... just working on a new code.

[not because she has to, but because she wants to. there's numbers and letters scattered around the page, as well as a drawing of flowers in the margin.]

[semiautomatic-8.livejournal.com]

Heh. That mind of yours is always working, isn't it.

What's this for?

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

[shrug]

I was bored.

[semiautomatic-8.livejournal.com]

Tch. Why am I not surprised. [leaning over the back of the couch and looking over her shoulder, has no intentions of leaving]

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

[well, she won't say anything, she knows what he's capable of doing. so she'll just shut up and add a few more letters to the key at the top of the page.]

[semiautomatic-8.livejournal.com]

[silent grin, watching her, waiting for her to break and say something]

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

[she's doing her best to forget he's there, actually, but she's feeling a bit trapped.]

[thebarbaricyawp.livejournal.com]

(Mr. Keating!Axel is intrigued)

Making a code?

(Axel dressed like a teacher. whut.)

o hay

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

[startled. forgive her, she doesn't like Axels much. but she can tell this one's not the same as the one from her world (no guns), so she's not too worried.]

Uh, yeah.

[sits up, not liking feeling so defenseless]

my only Axel. lol

[thebarbaricyawp.livejournal.com]

It seems like a good one.

(oh. right. introductions)

My name is Axel Keating. You?

(lol this Axel's much friendlier than most)

mine are both inactive

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

...Thanks.

Naminé Cadena.

[thebarbaricyawp.livejournal.com]

Pleased to meet you.

(handshake?)

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you, too.

[handshake!]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

So this is how you've been keeping busy, hm?

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

[...why is she so oblivious. agh. she's got to stop doing that.]

Yep. [sits up]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Cyphers always were your strong suit.

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

[she just hates when people sneak up on her.]

They're fun. [little smile]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Seriously? Most of those things are impossible without the key.

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

Not if you're used to breaking them.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Guess I just don't have the head for them.

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

It takes practice.

[flips to a different page, and frowns.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

to each their own, I guess.

[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[sigh.]