if you feel lucky;

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[He's... searching frantically around, almost on the verge of tears, one step away from having a complete hysterical fit. He throws things aside carelessly, not bothering to stick in his usual corner all shy and awkward.

It seems someone has lost their cell phone. Which happens to be his only security blanket in this place]

[ooc; feel free to help or be the person who stole it. I'm bored and I need to torture this kid]

Comments

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

...hey, what's wrong?

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

C-cell phone? Wh-wh-where?

[throws a few pillows on a couch aside]

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

You lost it? Or someone took it?

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

D-dunno. It's n-not here

[pats his pocket where it always is]

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

Okay, calm down, let's look for it.

[She knows what it looks like, so she starts walking around, doing things the same as him...though more orderly]

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[nods]

A-all right

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Upsets some of the cushions, looking at the corners of a couch--

--and the cushion she's holding falls to the floor as she flickers, the cushion going through her hand]



[Nonetheless, she continues]

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[looks at her worriedly, but trails along looking absolutely lost]

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Continues looking inside random things]

Where were you when you last remember having it?

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

H-here. Lying d-d'wn

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Continues roving around]

Was anyone else in the room?

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

D-dunno. Was sl-sleepin'

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

...it's possible someone might've taken it.

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

Wh-why? S'mine

wrong icon what

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

People here have no sense of privacy if you haven't noticed. Still, maybe it's just around here somewhere...

it is a-okay

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[nods eagerly, hoping that it is and no one took it]

why is it so fun to torture muses again?

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Digs around through some more things he upset earlier, wondering if it could be there...while flickering dangerously. ...she was probably somewhere near the area they are now.]

it's the kind of individuals we are

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

Y-you okay?

sadists by nature?

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Waves it aside, still flickering.] Yeah, I'll be fine.

...not here. [Moves back to the couch and starts pushing it to see behind it]

yup. seems it

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

O-okay...

okay! :D

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Barely manages to push it and looks at it. Mumbles]

...please don't tell me someone took it. Please.

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[looks quite upset, sniffling slightly as he tries to not fear the worst]

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Sighs, places a hand on his shoulder]

Come on, we still haven't looked everywhere yet.

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[nods, moving ot the other side of the room to search]

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Moves a little to the doorway, looking outside then starts checking random closets...all the while still flickering]

[sendingasign.livejournal.com]

[here comes an Axel, walking by with a pair of old-school headphones hanging around his neck. if it weren't for the way Roxas was tossing things around, he probably wouldn't have noticed him. he pauses, watches for a few seconds, and decides to try and figure out what's going on before the kid bursts into tears. quietly, he steps forward, reaching to touch the blond's shoulder, his voice just above a whisper]

...Hey.

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[jolts, looking up at him with a scared look. Even in his desperate search, he's still cautious around people]

M-M'sorry

[sendingasign.livejournal.com]

[he smiles a little, not really expecting to have spooked the kid, and for this he feels a little guilty. the red head shakes his head , eyes focused on Roxas' lips]

...don't apologize, it's my fault. But...what are you looking for?

[his voice is still low and quiet]

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

M-my c-cellphone. S'not h-h-here

[pats his pocket where it always is, mumbling a little embarrassed]

[sendingasign.livejournal.com]

[he raises his brows at this, wondering if he misunderstood the boy. why he would need a cell phone here, he would never know.]

..Sorry, one more time?

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

Cellphone! S'gone!

[he only raises his voice the tiniest fraction, still afraid of talking loudly]

[sendingasign.livejournal.com]

[Roxas could yell all he wanted and it wouldn't matter, because it's not the sound of his voice Axel's worried about, it's reading his lips. he nods a little, absently adjusting his headphones around his neck]

..Can I help you look?

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

I-if you w-want.

[shuffles a little, not reallyw anting to burden anyone else, but he'd appreciate it]

[sendingasign.livejournal.com]

[nods]

No problem. What's it look like?

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

S-small, 'n silver, n' f-flips o-open

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

R-roxas?

[concerned Sora over here.]

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[looks close to having fits]

C-cellphone. G-gone!

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[frowns, biting his lip. he puts a comforting hand on his shoulder.]

Last p-place you h-had i-it?

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

H-here. Th-this room when I l-laid d'wn

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[so he's searching all over too, frowning.]

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[follows along, looking close to tears again as he sighs with frustration]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[just ruffling through stuff, sighing a little.]

W-what does it look l-like again?

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

S-small n' s-silver, n' fl-flips open

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

'kay.

[just looking through things, trying to find a silver cellphone with a deep frown.]