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[ Xion's always had this thing for dreaming. Although, back home, it was memories... memories and meanings she couldn't understand. Dreams of the ocean and the sound of waves, dreams of a boy in red...
Her dreams are so often memories. After all, what is she but memories? Just a doll, made to live off of the memories of a boy like some kind of parasite. But now she has memories all her own... so many of them. And she dreams about those, too.
They aren't always good dreams. Sometimes they are dark and full of blood.
It's a shame she fell asleep with her journal on the covers -- because when she wakes up, shooting up into a sitting position with a shout, the journal of course falls open and records her cry.
Nothing can be seen -- after all, the room is dark. But the sound of her panting breaths come through -- the only sound, for a moment, until she gathers herself enough to sigh. ]
Come on, Xion, get it together.
[ And she'd been having an easier time getting to sleep, too, after all the help everyone had given her...
Somewhat reflexively, she'll scoop up her journal as she gets out of bed, temporarily cutting off the feed. However, it's only a few moments later that the journal is reopened -- still in darkness, only barely leavened by the moonlight drifting in through the window. However, there is a new sound.
Xion is ... singing.
Bits and pieces, at a slower tempo, of a song that someone once played for her. Of course, there are no words, but her voice is actually ... kind of sweet, and soft, floating and tumbling between the notes. It goes like this for a few quiet moments, with some other soft sounds in the background as she gets some water.
And when she turns around, she will realize the journal did not stay upright where she set it, and fell open. Again. Of course. SIGH. Oh well. She'll move over to the table and sit, lightly tapping on the page that's been recording her. ]
... is anyone even awake at this hour? And I guess... well, if you heard me ... what's your favorite song?
(ooc; actually, pretty tired! gonna hit the hay. tags tomorrow! oh, and I'd imagine this whole thing went down... somewhere around 4 AM. ps her voice, with bonus ironic lyrics.)
Her dreams are so often memories. After all, what is she but memories? Just a doll, made to live off of the memories of a boy like some kind of parasite. But now she has memories all her own... so many of them. And she dreams about those, too.
They aren't always good dreams. Sometimes they are dark and full of blood.
It's a shame she fell asleep with her journal on the covers -- because when she wakes up, shooting up into a sitting position with a shout, the journal of course falls open and records her cry.
Nothing can be seen -- after all, the room is dark. But the sound of her panting breaths come through -- the only sound, for a moment, until she gathers herself enough to sigh. ]
Come on, Xion, get it together.
[ And she'd been having an easier time getting to sleep, too, after all the help everyone had given her...
Somewhat reflexively, she'll scoop up her journal as she gets out of bed, temporarily cutting off the feed. However, it's only a few moments later that the journal is reopened -- still in darkness, only barely leavened by the moonlight drifting in through the window. However, there is a new sound.
Xion is ... singing.
Bits and pieces, at a slower tempo, of a song that someone once played for her. Of course, there are no words, but her voice is actually ... kind of sweet, and soft, floating and tumbling between the notes. It goes like this for a few quiet moments, with some other soft sounds in the background as she gets some water.
And when she turns around, she will realize the journal did not stay upright where she set it, and fell open. Again. Of course. SIGH. Oh well. She'll move over to the table and sit, lightly tapping on the page that's been recording her. ]
... is anyone even awake at this hour? And I guess... well, if you heard me ... what's your favorite song?
(ooc; actually, pretty tired! gonna hit the hay. tags tomorrow! oh, and I'd imagine this whole thing went down... somewhere around 4 AM. ps her voice, with bonus ironic lyrics.)
[voice]
Thank you! Hehe, maybe I should sing more...?
[voice]
[ooc: ksjdfhksjdf lmao I just realized that the reason I recognize the actress/her voice is because she's in Camp Rock. IN SOME ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, THESE TWO ALREADY KNOW EACH OTHER. 8)]
[voice]
You really think so? I'm ... not sure what I'd do though. I'd feel weird just singing at the journal...
(ooc; ....... omg AMAZING. lmfao I would have loled forever if he'd been from Camp Rock and actually recognized her voice. THAT'S DISNEY FOR YOU THOUGH.)
[voice]
Just think of it like being on the radio.
(ooc: sob, Camp Rock!verse and JONAS!verse are completely separate... but pffff now you have me listening to Camp Rock music and I picture Xion singing it and subsequently I lol heartily.)
[voice]
(oh yeah, that part I knew. |D but it would have made me laugh nonetheless. but Disney certainly does put their actors and actresses to work in all sorts of different places..... --LMFAO oh god. just. the flail. I love this mental image, thank you for sharing it with me. |D)
[voice]
(Disney likes to squeeze every last drop out of their available repertoire of stars. :Ia And I am more than happy to implant such delicious ridiculousness in your mind. 8D
I'd link to videos for mental image enhancement, but quite honestly no one needs to see the horror that is Kevin-plus-hair-straightener.)[voice]
(ooc; yep. :|b makes me wonder if those kids ever sleep.
... excuse you. LINK ME TO THIS HIDEOUSNESS IMMEDIATELY. I want to seeeeee |D)[voice]
(THEY ARE NOT ALLOWED. 8| .........fffffffine. :I Warning: ridiculously cheesy full ensemble song. 8D (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7th8r3WOgY) Xion's VA can be seen/heard at 1:20, and then she's dancing with Joe.)