Post by xixi on Jul 8, 2011 4:56:34 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"One day I'll be sand on a beach by a sea
The pages keep turning, I'll mark off each day with a cross
And I'll laugh about all that we've lost"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"My name’s Xion. I don’t know if it means anything special."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"How…old? I’m supposed to be fourteen, I…think. I’ve only actually existed for, what is it, a year? Wow, yeah."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"What’s a date?"
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Well, I mostly use magic. But I also have a Keyblade that doesn’t belong to me…"
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"…O-okay, but the way you’re looking at me is making me uncomfortable…"
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Hmm…I’m shorter than Axel, but I’m not any shorter than Roxas, so…I don’t know how tall he is, maybe…five foot six? Somewhere in that range?"
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"What do you--? N-nothing interesting! Just me! I’m—skinny and boring!"
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I just wear the uniform, I guess. There’s nothing under it—nothing—interesting under it, I mean! So you can relax. But if I had a choice I’d wear something kind of red and, I don’t know, out there."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"…Oh, you…maybe you mean Kairi? Riku says I resemble her…"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"…I…think…I might need to go now."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Let’s see…I like seashells! And ice cream. And sunsets with--…with my friends. But I can’t see them anymore. So, ehehe, I obviously d-don’t like that, and—oh, no—hhffkk—I don’t like, um, g-getting emotional either, really. Kheh. It’s not supposed to be possible, you know, I don’t even-n know why I…hehe, that was silly. Let's see; Xemnas. I h…I don’t like him. Or many of the Organization, except those two."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"…Sorry, I missed what you—right, okay. Um—oh! I guess I do this thing with my hair, like—pfft, it just feels right back there. As far as a secret, hm…I don’t know if I really trust you with a secret, you’re kind of…different. But I don’t mind telling you that I’m a Replica, or that I don’t look like the person I’m supposed to."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"…What I look like, you mean? I don’t know. I can’t see myself in the mirror."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Are you sure? I think you might be seeing what you want to see…"
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Ooh, would we get to dance with Demyx’s Nobodies? That sounds like fun!"
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I think you’re confused. But at least you’re not as confused as I am, I don’t really know what my heritage is supposed to be. I’m not a real person, or even half of a real person, so there are a lot of things I don’t understand about Somebodies."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Family? Maybe that’s what the Organization is like…"
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Yeah! First I met Roxas. That was such a long time ago, and Axel after that, and we were friends for so long…but…that’s funny. I can’t remember now what happened between us that…how could I forget that? It was so important at the time…but I know I can’t see them again. I know I—don’t want to see them again, because something’s wrong. I think I broke something, somehow, between all three of us, and I don’t know if I can fix it. I have to try."
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"Hehe, explode? Are you s—you’re serious, let me get out of the w—mnhh!"
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Xixi
age. 21
rp experience. too friggin’ long (three years or so now?)
rules. thundaga
rp sample.Nothing was going the way she'd hoped.
Though to be honest, Xion wasn't sure what she'd hoped for when she gathered the courage to face Sora, and now that she knew beyond a doubt what had become of Roxas she couldn't very well deny him his own Other. Everything the Organization had left unsaid was quickly becoming clear; it had all happened for Sora, yes, but it wasn't Sora's fault. It had all happened for Sora because it had to. Because that's what Roxas and Axel both chose.
And where did that leave her? She didn't recall her true self. She didn't recall any of the events leading up to her own demise, for that matter, only an indistinct chain of happy memories on the clock tower and grueling battle-torn missions. And she had the lurking suspicion that remembering the reason behind her own death meant dying all over again.
But what was the point of existing without knowing?
For the moment, she stayed with what was familiar, and that meant Roxas. That meant the islands where she used to gather seashells, and, free of the stress behind a mission or the need to RTC, she was able to explore until she found a cave covered in vines. The passageway led to a wider space, and Xion's lips parted in a faint chuckle of surprise and pleasure at the drawings she found on the walls. She violated the sanctity of the place, hesitantly at first, but with growing boldness, letting one hand slide along the wall along with her eyes--until she reached a corner by the strange door with no knob, and her eyes widened when she sank to her knees in front of one particular engraving.
Delicate fingers reached for the paopu fruit drawn for Kairi's hand alone.
I remember this...
Xion snatched her hand back at the last second, making a sharp, almost wounded noise, and forget-me-not blue eyes grew scared.
I don't want to remember this...!
Her breath was coming faster now, short pants that left her light-headed, and before she knew it she'd pulled herself back to her feet and was running, black hair in her eyes and boots crunching through the sand.
