fourteen | Entries tagged with fml

[ 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.)

[ ...

It's around 5 AM that this goes up. ]

[ Filtered from parents, grandparents, etc (though not any other relatives) | Locked 95% ]

Has anyone had dreams where they were... someone else entirely? I don't mean like living a different life. I had those too. I mean ... literally being someone else. In a different body and everything. It's ...

[ Scary. A frown tugs down the corner of her mouth. ]

What about ... different places? Like ... like there were other worlds out there. Lots of them, not just one.

[ Her dreams were vague, and fragmented, but she thinks she remembers... a city in a desert. And a place that was dark, and spooky, with all these tombstones and ghosts...

But what woke her up was something else entirely. A disturbing dream about being stuck in some sort of pod in a bright white place... and a man with long silver hair and orange eyes staring at her. Why had he been there? What had he wanted with her?

Why had it hurt like that? So sharp, and suffocating...

Her dreams suggest... something. Another person. But she's almost afraid to ask. Still... ]

[ Sora | Locked 100% ]

... Sora? Can I talk to you?

[ As soon as she finishes saying the words she feels silly for asking. What can he tell her? After all, they're just friends... not even best friends, like her and Ven are. Even if he was in her dreams.... Nnnn. Stupid Shifts... Maybe she should just go back to sleep. ]

(ooc; source for Xemnas being a creeper is here for the curious, at the section that starts with "Where am I?"

also to clarify, late, the post is only filtered from her direct maternal and paternal lines. that is, sanji, nami, hughes, alexei, brook... etc. all other relatives, aunts/uncles/cousins/siblings/whatever, are fine.)

( 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. ]

( 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.)

[ 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.)

[ 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.)