fourteen | Entries tagged with everything sucks forever

[ There is a girl in the village plaza who looks rather out of sorts as she sits on the ground, legs out to her sides, in a random sort of spot. She is kind of blank-faced as she stares at the other passers-by, with only a hint of confusion in her brow to betray how she's feeling.

Though it might be hard to see her face clearly under that short cape she's got on. It's black, with silver tassels. And though she's trying to watch what's going on around her, at the same time, it's like she wants to hide. But then, why isn't she moving away?

Maybe it has something to do with the carton of eggs on the ground next to her.

Though it probably has something to do with the fact that she now has white wings for arms. Can't really pick up a carton of eggs when you don't have hands, can you?

So the strange hooded girl with the feathered arms, at a loss, will just sit there for a while trying to figure out what to do.

God help you if you step on her eggs, though.

"'Poor little ugly duckling!" she would say. 'Why are you so different from the others?' And the ugly duckling felt worse than ever. He secretly wept at night. He felt nobody wanted him.

'Nobody loves me, they all tease me! Why am I different from my brothers?'" ]

(ooc; The Ugly Duckling, everybody. And yes, the pic is just a reference -- her feathers are actually white, not brown, and she's not wearing any other pieces of that costume. Cape, bird arms, and then her normal clothing beneath.)

( Sokka | Locked 100% )

( Aqua | Locked 100% )

( Sanji | Locked 100% )

( Luke | Locked 100% )

[ Xion is out of the house today. Mostly because it's become almost impossible to stay there. She hasn't slept for more than a handful of hours since Vanitas attacked -- three days ago. She's so exhausted she can barely stay on her feet, but better awake and moving than a sitting target.

Who could sleep, knowing that at any minute someone stronger than you and your friends could break into your home and kill you whenever he wanted?

It's this question that drives her to address Luceti at large, once she's got herself settled on the railing of That One Bridge. Hey, it's like right next to her house and she wanted to sit on a bridge, so sue her. ]

( filtered AWAY from Vanitas and Saix | Locked 100% )

What would you do if you didn't feel safe in your own home anymore?

[ and this is to say nothing -- not a damn thing -- of how she feels about Roxas right now. He had no excuse -- what defense could you give? -- and Axel almost died -- for what? Why? Why had any of this happened? Does she blame Roxas, for extending the invitation, or Vanitas, for taking it? Even if she had something to say to him, she couldn't -- he hasn't been home in days.

It's a very numb Poppet that's sitting on that there railing, swinging her legs and staring at the water below. Please interrupt her thoughts -- for they are very grim ones. ]

[ Xion sits down to make this post in her room, quietly unhappy about it, but knowing she has to persevere. He wouldn't want her to be sad, she knows it.

She'll have to find a new teacher.

But Xion finds she just can't sit still, and rises, speaking as she moves down the hall. ]

For anyone who knew him... Longshot has...

[ then she notices something. Sora's door is slightly ajar, and the inside of the room...

as if entranced, Xion slows, then moves towards it, giving a gentle push. ]

Gone ...

[ it's empty. the room is empty, completely bare of any sign that Sora was ever there. ]

... home.

[ and that's it. Xion has lowered her journal, giving an upside-down view of the wall through the journal's camera as she stares at this empty room.

it takes a moment -- a long, numb, endlessly empty moment that may go on for two or even three minutes -- for Xion to sink to her knees. only then does she finally, slightly, come back to her senses. she adds her final statement in a voice that, while even, is just barely above a whisper. ]

And ... and Sora ... Sora has also ... gone home.

[ if heartbreak had a sound, it would sound like her voice. for anyone who replies to her over the journals, it will be some time before she responds. housemates will likely get to her first. ]

( Filtered To Longshot | Locked 80% )

Hey, are you free today?

( /filter )

[ after a certain devastatingly awful conversation, Xion's had a lot to think about in the days following. She's been offered so much different advice by so many people that by now, frankly, she just feels confused and tired. What she could really use is a break -- just some time to think to herself and try and sort it out on her own.

So she turned up at the barracks fairly early this morning, bow in hand, intent on practicing quietly. On doctor's orders, she's got a splint on her arm, and it's making things a little bit harder -- but she plows ahead anyway, steadfastly nocking arrows, pulling back, and letting fly at a target she managed to scrounge up.

She's gotten pretty good.

Feel free to bother the girl with the arm splint and the bow. Just don't get in her way -- she'd prefer not to accidentally shoot anybody today. ]

(ooc; forward-dated a bit to tomorrow morning. like, a sane time of morning.)

( Sanji | Locked 100% )

( Private | Locked 85% )

If-- [ pause ] If you're feeling sad or worried, do you have any stories or memories you think about to cheer yourself up? Or ... well, what do you think about that makes you feel better? If you don't mind, I'd ... like to hear it.

(ooc; feel free to hack the filter.)

[ Without any warning, a short, sharp shriek of fear is going to be transmitted across the journals. It's followed by dead silence, and a few whispered words too quiet to be picked up on.

A moment goes by in silence, wherein Xion notices both the room's other [Bad username or site: perplex_me title= @ livejournal.com] and her journal at the foot of her bed. Her voice is shaky when the journal picks it up next, and she's both addressing anyone who heard as well as Roxas. ]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -- it's -- I'm okay.

What's...

[ She could have sworn she saw him, just as she awoke. Right out of the corner of her eye, like some monster from her nightmares. It would be impossible to mistake that blue hair, those impossibly cold eyes... but there was no one there. Not to mention her dreams of the past few days haven't exactly been nightmares, so much as... ]

--Sora! Sora! Where is he?! [ very upset Poppet is very upset and isn't sure if she's really yelling this at Roxas, or at the whole universe. ] SORA!

(ooc; her voice replies will come a little bit after this entry is actually made; her thread with Roxas will chronologically come first. tags might be a little slow because there is a cat sleeping on my arms.)

[ This one is not so stable lately. First it's the experiment, making her fall in love with someone her best friends hate, but whom she ... really ... er. Likes. Then it's Sora, getting so badly hurt (thanks Yuber) he ends up in the clinic, and despite his protestations, it's probably all her fault. It has to be. She's tired and she's so scared and no matter what she said to Axel, no matter how much everyone is going to worry, she can't stay.

She runs. Again. Into the forest, because it's the easiest place to get lost and the hardest place to be found.

When she finally stops and sits beneath a tree, she looks a mess. All she does is curl up on the ground in a ball, burying her face in her knees, like maybe if she's small enough she can hide from the whole world. ]

( private | locked 80% )

( Xigbar/Axel/Roxas | locked 50% )

[ Xion is trying very, very hard to get her mind off some very, very depressing things. However, she's not passing herself off very well as okay -- she's pulling a Roxas and sitting on the roof of her community building, knees curled up to her chest as she watches the people pass by below. Her journal is nestled in her lap.

After a moment, she opens it back up and starts to speak again. ]

What's your favorite thing from back home? It could be a place, a person, a food... anything.

(ooc; miiiinor canon mistake herein. will work around it in threads, orz.)

[ Axel's not the only one who hasn't been in a certain apartment that much, lately. Xion's been scarce, keeping to herself as much as humanly possible except through journal communication. But right now, despite the cold, she's sitting on a bench in the center of town. At least she's got a puffy white coat on to keep her warm.

She's writing in her journal, at the moment. Doing ... math! Very simple math, just some addition, and murmuring aloud to herself as she does it. 363... 364... 365...

After a sudden pause, she crosses all of her work out, then sets her pen down, staring up at the sky. Despite her quiet voice, the journal picks up what she says anyway. ]

I turn a year old today...

[ Then she shuts the journal, so no one who isn't actually nearby right now will hear this part -- or see her expression turn suddenly sad. ]

Sora...