the garden of everything.

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

[he's alone himself, confused to know if certain friends are really his or not. if this red haired guy is the one he's supposed to meet-- or that one, or if any of this is really real at all. while he'd gotten word from everyone he's bumped into that this was some cross of dimensions, he's been told one too many times that whatever he sees is all in his head; just a figment of his imagination.]

Hnh..

[instead of wandering in the halls, he'll stick to a smaller room, the one with the koi pond up against the wall. at the bottom of the pond there seem to be dim lights, the skylight above showing a clear night sky with stars. any light other than that was turned, and it made for a surreal little home, especially with the occasional firefly sparkling along.]

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[sendingasign.livejournal.com]

[this one's just...wandering through the DR, trying to find somewhere a little less crowded. he's got his headphones around his neck, the wire disappearing into his front pocket, and when he passes, a faint flicker of light catches his eye and he stops to peer into the room]

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

[he's too lost in the slowed reality to notice the figure in the doorway, holding one finger in the water and watching as the fish helplessly nibble at it in hopes of food. when he realizes that they must be hungry, he's ready to get up and search for fish food flakes, but that's when he sees the looming figure at the door. his eyes go wide and he nearly falls right in, jumping back. red hair-- red hair. was this him? the prospect scared him.]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[there's the swirl of a dark portal on the floor.]

If you're not care-ful, some weirdo couple's gonna run in here and make it their makeout base~

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

[that idea sickens him just a little, but he doesn't let the thought bother his mind too much. with a deep breath he recovers from the sudden arrival out of nowhere, looking up to him.]

I'll make this my room, then.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

You know, that's not exactly gonna stop anybody unless you go and get a lock.

[sendingasign.livejournal.com]

[oops, didn't mean to startle him. he absently hooks his thumbs through the front belt loops of his jeans and rocks back on his heels, laughing quietly. when he speaks, his voice is just as quiet, just above a whisper]

Whoa, hey. Didn't mean to scare you.

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

[once his heart catches up with his breathing, he tilts his head at the soft speaking. it's definitely not something he expected from someone who looks so threatening.]

Sorry.. you just. Looked like someone from my imagination.

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

I can do that.

[his eyes shamefully drift towards the pond again, and the fish that are obliviously swimming about.]

I guess.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

And there's always ways around that, because some people are just plain creepy.

[those eyes of his are glittering in the dark.]

[sendingasign.livejournal.com]

[his gaze flickers between Roxas' eyes and his mouth when he speaks, reading his lips. he tips his head a little, slightly curious and a little amused]

..Imagination, huh? That's a new one.

[well, it is when he's used to being told that he looks like...every other Axel around here. only, subtract the coat and add a pair of faded jeans and a boring, white t-shirt]

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

[he's a little hooked on them, watching intently. he's like some crazy fire lion. yeah.. no. why the hell was he thinking like that.]

Heh. I don't know, then. I guess I'll just have to charge them money.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Like munny's any good in here.

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

[nods, shrugging. he won't bother elaborating, because every time he does, he just winds up boring people or making them feel bad.]

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

I'll have it just in case I go back home. Then I won't have to worry about asking Pence for money...

[sendingasign.livejournal.com]

[just shakes his head, smiling a little. his voice is still quiet, never reaching above a murmur]

'fraid not, kid.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

News flash: you can't go home.

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

That's okay.

[he beckons him over with the flick of his wrist. it wouldn't kill him to maybe make some new friends to enjoy the silence with. this guy was quiet enough for his liking anyways.]

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

That's why I said 'just in case'. I'm not keeping my hopes up.

[pokes the top of the water with his shoe.]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

You never know. Maybe you'll get spit back out in Timbuktu.

[sendingasign.livejournal.com]

[pushes away from the door frame and wanders in. this rooms a little different than others that he's seen; strangely calming..and if anything, a little cooler than the norm.]

Lucky you, swiping a room like this.

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

.. huh?

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

Yeah..

[smiles a little, flicking at the water and watching as the fish scatter.]

I don't think it's meant for someone to sleep in, since there's no bed, but I've slept on the floor before with no problem. Maybe if I'm lucky, I can find an air mattress..

[llameante.livejournal.com]

T-I-M-B-U-K-T-U. Don't you know anything?

[sendingasign.livejournal.com]

[it's a little difficult to read lips while looking at someone's profile, but Axel manages, shifting around to the side of the pond to get more of a front-on view of the blond.]

You could always just steal a mattress from one of the other..hundreds of rooms, if you wanted. I don't think anyone would notice.

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

Um.

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

[laughs a little.]

I'm not that strong...

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Guess not, huh.

[sendingasign.livejournal.com]

So get someone to help you.

[watches the fish for a few seconds. he doesn't want to look away too long and miss Roxas saying anything.]

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

So.. what's with the headphones? Do you like music a lot?

[tilts his head.]

[i-nsane.livejournal.com]

[juuust shakes his head.]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

And here I thought some of you Roxases actually knew how to have fun.

[sendingasign.livejournal.com]

[blinks and then smiles a little. he reaches down tugs the wire out of his pocket to show that it's not connected to anything]

It's--...they're more of a safety harness, really.