fourteen: (!! → that that was a whole)
[ Today, you are having a perfectly normal day. Perhaps you are on your way to the battle dome. Perhaps you're walking home along the path. Perhaps you're in the middle of town. Or perhaps you're heading further north.

If you're anywhere along this meandering south-to-north route, a young girl is going to slam into you at a full tilt. She's very sorry; she didn't see you there. But she's got this sense of absolute panic she can't quite shake, and she wants to get home right this moment.

In her disorientation, she has, of course, forgotten she can access magical portals of darkness. Forgive her; after all, she spent rather a long time here without them! And who wants to be messing about with the forces of darkness when they are too panicked to think straight?

Anyway, she may slam into you so hard that you both fall over. Or maybe she'll just knock you off balance. Either way, there is now a very startled, dazed, and still somewhat panicked teenager staring at you with wide eyes. She's barefoot, and her dress is dirty, but she seems otherwise alright. What will you do? ]
fourteen: (fidget → until you feel me)
[ Today is a big, big day for Xion. Though she'd planned to do ... what she's about to do ... from the start, her original plans had never included the journal. Not on Valentine's Day!

But strangely enough, she seems to have forgotten there's any inherent risk to using the journal today... and since it's such a big day, she wants to be
positive she'll catch him. So early in the morning, before school, she'll toss this filter up. ]

( Filtered to Luke | Locked 100% )

Hey, Luke...? Could you meet me outside after school? I have-- um... I wanted to talk to you.

[ She'll leave it at that, and not wait for a reply -- or even look for one later. It's too nerve wracking! Instead she'll fidget herself through her school day, doing something rather unusual for her -- paying exactly zero attention in all of her classes. She's a little too busy playing out in her mind all the ways this can go horribly, terribly wrong.

... and maybe, just maybe, the one way it can go right.

Yes, today is a day Xion will be making repeated and valiant efforts not to blush.

Anyway, after school, true to her word she'll be waiting not far from the entrance to the building, fussing with the bag she's got strung over her shoulder. She keeps reaching into it, to fiddle with something in there... but she doesn't take that something out.

She looks very nervous, and a little flushed. Do feel free to bother her. ]


(ooc; HEY GUYS - EVENT MUSIC! SING ALONG!

ps this post will require sending time and space off a cliff but that is totally okay. will get to backtags slowly, hooray for next two days off! happy valentine's day!!)
fourteen: (hide → but now it seems)
[ It is a dizzy, sick, and weak Xion that finally manages to make her way back into town after having been dropped off at the outskirts by her generous mallynappers. She'd so rather much not be out in the open right now, but she needs help and she knows it. The farthest she can make it is the fountain in the center of the village. That's where she collapses, curling up in a ball on the ground, leaning back against it.

For the first time in months, she's in full Organization regalia. She'd started to leave off the gloves and the dark cloak, just opting for the plain black uniform underneath and a different coat. But now it's all back, and the hood is up, the cowl hiding her hair and eyes in its shadow. Considering she never has her face covered these days, it's pretty obvious she's hiding for a reason.

She's shivering. Maybe if she curls up in a tiny enough ball and keeps her hands pressed down over her head -- maybe if she hides well enough -- no one will see her before she can gather up the strength to get the hell out of here. ]


(ooc; oh christ. I love you all but BED. tags tomorrow.)

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