fourteen | Entries tagged with needs more happy

( Private | Locked 100% )

It's still hard to believe so much has happened recently. It feels like things haven't stopped since that experiment. That's just Luceti, though. Things are always like this. But I'm still not sure what I want to do. Or what I should do.

It's raining today. There's something really peaceful about it. I wish I could go outside.

[ There's a pause, after that, where she just looks out the window at the driving rain and sets down her pen. Coming home soaked probably wouldn't be the best idea... and she couldn't bring her journal out there. And she has things she wants to address, today... a lot of things have been on her mind. So, with a sigh, she'll set up a few filters, switching to voice as she does so. First things first... ]

( Ginko | Locked 100% )

( Chouji and Miyabi | Locked 50% )

[ There's another pause, after this. A pause where she sets her journal down, and gently pulls up over her head the chain she wears around her neck. For a quiet moment, she contemplates the pretty ring dangling from it -- with its blue stone, and its volumes of meaning. She thinks of Sanji's words.

Gently she lowers it into one hand, letting the chain pool in her palm, then picks the journal back up to address the populace at large. ]

( Open To All )

... what does the word "forever" mean to you? ... and I'm not talking about the dictionary definition. [ With faint humor.

( cut for tl;dr introspection/not cut ICly )

( Replicas (?) | Locked 100% )

... I hope I made this filter right. Only ... only replicas, or clones, should be able to see this. I wanted to know ... how many of us were out there.

[ "Us." She keeps her voice admirably steady, considering how terrifying this is to voice. But maybe ... just maybe, something good will come of it. ]

(ooc; Hideous, long post is hideous and long. Regarding the last filter! I'll leave it up to mun discretion if your character will fit under the filter. Obviously those termed Replicas or clones in canon will be able to see it, but for those of you who otherwise aren't sure, feel free to ping me on AIM at spark memories or just shoot me a PM. ALSO I WOULD LIKE TO ENCOURAGE THREADJACKING IN THE REPLICAS FILTER BECAUSE WHY NOT. GO NUTS.

Also: will be working on my outstanding threads, I promise. >>! I just needed to get this up. also again, THIS IS BACKDATED SO HARD.)

[ It's a very, very exhausted Xion who is now finally home safe and in bed after a long day. Being returned from a death penalty removal only to end up in a vicious fight with your once boyfriend can take a lot out of a girl.

She and Riku had healed her up as best they could, agreed to tell no one, and left it at that. It was the best they could do, to try and keep the peace. Peace they both desperately needed.

Though now she was home, and warm, Xion found she could not sleep. Her deeply aching arms did not help matters. They'd have to be looked at -- hopefully by someone who didn't know any of her friends...

With a sigh, she starts up a voice post. ]

Hey, guys. I'm back. [ weak smile. ] Sorry for taking off like that.

[ ... okay, this isn't working. she needs ... she doesn't know what she needs, but she doesn't want to be alone right now -- and it'd almost be too risky to go find someone else in the household. if she let slip the truth....

it has to be someone else. (and definitely not Sanji.) it doesn't take her long to decide who. ]

( Luke | Locked 100% )

... hey. How are you feeling? [ if you're still sick she is not gonna bother you 8|

after a beat, she'll add the following for the general population, because it will probably come up later in the night, knowing her luck. ]

( Filtered away from the KH cast | Locked 80% )

So... if you couldn't sleep, what would you do? To try and get to sleep, I mean. Though I guess I wouldn't mind knowing how you'd pass the time, too...

( 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.)

[ After yesterday's downpour, a nice change from all that heat, today sees a much calmer, steadier rain. It's peaceful, somehow, quiet and fresh in that way the world always is after a storm.

And it is to this gentle rain that Xion will awake, with a quiet gasp picked up by the journal at her side. There's a moment of silence, then, as the girl gets her bearings, finding her surroundings not at all familiar. Waking up in the plains right at the foot of the mountains will do that, to a person who's never been out that far.

Xion takes in all of this in a very dazed sort of way. She's alive. Again. For the second ~~third?~~ time. When by all rights, she really shouldn't be. Not at all. Feeling the rain on her skin, the ground beneath her body as she pushes herself up into a sitting position -- there is something vaguely wrong about all of this. ]

Oh. I'm... back. [ she sounds underwhelmed, and maybe the tiniest bit surprised.

Spotting the journal beside her, she picks it up without opening it and hugs it to her chest, standing and tilting her head back to stare up at those imposing mountains, obscured by mist and low-hanging clouds as they are. She breathes deeply, once or twice-- ]

I'm back. [ with feeling, now. rather on purpose, so that anyone listening to their journals can hear her. ] I'm back...

[ Finally she actually opens the journal, intending to seek out her friends, but looking at it ... makes her pause. For a long moment she just stands there, staring down at the page as the rain soaks the paper. She made them fight her. She hurt them. All of them, and strangers besides. And she remembers it all, with a clarity that makes her wince. It was wrong, horribly wrong. How could she have ever done such a thing, made such a selfish demand of them? Can she even face them now, having forced them into a situation like that?

Choosing instead to say nothing, she holds the journal loosely in her arms and looks towards the forest -- towards home. She's wondering, in all honesty, if she can ever really face them again. Her wings flutter with her anxiety.

Someone find her, or talk some sense into her, and bring her home. ]

(ooc; forward dated to tomorrow in the late morning.)

( 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.)

[ 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.)