MDT...? Oh, but Kairi, if you want to choose a part of the lyric, you could use: "There's never a right time to say goodbye But we know that we gotta go Our separate ways And I know it's hard but I gotta do it, And it's killing me Cause there's never a right time Right time to say goodbye" Just my preference. lol
Oh, hey Kairi! And um...something from Jessica Simpson maybe? She should have plenty... And hi Shadow! I actually never de-rep anyone...although I don't know why anyone would want to de-rep you for that comment...
OOC: Oops, sorry, edited it. xD
Heya, how's everyone? :)
OOC: Namine's a witch! She can accidentally do it! :D Hearing footsteps, Namine tilted her head up to see a boy with spiky brown hair, seeming to approach her...was he truly walking to her, to speak with her? But wait...he looked like... "Roxas...is that you?" she asked, softly.
Namine sat with her back against a palm tree, her legs curled to the side. A note book was on her lap, a blank page open before her, as a cool sea breeze lifted a lock of her golden blonde hair. Poised about the page was her hand, clenched tightly around a black crayon, hovering just above the page. She bit her lower lip, struggling to think of an inspiration for a drawing. OOC: Okay, I'm lost so...random!!!
I think RPing so much actually helped me write better, ironically. xD
Hearing Tidus walk up besides her, Yuna glanced over her shoulder at him, and then back at ZC. With Tidus ready to defend her, she could feel her heart pounding slightly harder.
I really don't want any fights today... And sure...
Hey, Last! I'm happy that I finished my English test today! lol
(I've Just Begun) Having My Fun in your pants. o_O
Didn't you ask that in pm? lol And yes I do! :D Oh! And I just finished some signatures for some of the members yesterday!!!
Hey, everyone. :)
Larxene please. :)
"Well, why do you care?" Yuna asked, tilting her head up. "I mean, you stood me up - why would it matter what I do anymore?" She crossed her arms. "I mean, unless you have a good reason for that...and I don't want any excuses either, ZC. I mean, I really didn't expect you to just...forget about me...or use me...like that...and I don't understand." A trace of sadness had passed over her eyes as she spoke, a soft frown upon her lips. Yuna knew she might be acting slightly harsher than she would like, but she was upset...ZC had seemed so excited, so enthused about the upcoming dance, constantly remarking that he couldn't wait. And he even took her to such a beautiful place...where he declared his love for her. But when the dance took place, it was as if all of that didn't matter - he just took all those free make-out sessions and dismissed everything else...at least, that's how it appeared as... And she had worked so hard on finding the perfect dress...a delicate, azure-colored mini-dress with two spaghetti straps, and light royal blue high heels that strapped up to her ankles. In her short chestnut brown hair, she had placed a small, ultramarine, glittery ornament that resembled a flower. Although she was worried that wearing that thin, black, Blitzball-symbol necklace around her neck would show ZC that she was not yet over her past crush...it didn't matter anymore. Instead, he hadn't shown up...but someone she remembered fondly had - Tidus...who was now sitting in her room, after delivering her a devastating kiss that she could still taste warmly on her lips. She gave a small shiver, remembering how it felt...and the kiss was only a light press against her lips, for a few measly seconds...how would it feel for it to be longer? But...what about ZC? a voice reminded her in her mind. Well...it all depended on what he would say next. Whether he truly had accidentally missed the dance...or not...
OOC: I'm not quite sure if it's okay to post or not, but since you said I could, 2Foxxie4U... Zexion was walking down a hallway, the entire area dark, a musty scent lingering within the air. Raising his arm, he pressed his palm against the hard, cold stone wall, as if trying to feel for something. His fingers reaching the crevice of one brick, he tapped on it rhythmatically, starting a strange creaking sound resonating within the entire wall. Suddenly, the bricks shuffled, moving back, revealing another passageway leading downward. Tilting his head to the side, he began to travel down the road, his black cloak swooshing softly around his ankles. Several torches suspended on the wall began to ignite, brightening out the darkness of the tunnel. Reaching the end of the pathway, he found a girl, lying upon the ground, blood trailing down from several wounds on her body. "Larxene," Zexion said, her name sounding foreign on his lips. "Larxene..." Rushing forward, he bent down, bringing his arms around her. Her body was cold, and there was no pulse within her neck or wrist. "Wake up...wake up, Larxene..." he murmured, squeezing his eyes shut. "Ienzo?" a soft voice penetrated his mind. Opening his eyes, he found himself face to face with the blurry outline of a man. "Ienzo, are you alright?" the man asked, a trace of concern within his voice. Blinking to clear his vision, Zexion gave a soft groan. "Wha...what just...happened?" "You had a nightmare," Xehanort said, giving a comforting smile, a lock of his silver hair falling over his shoulder. "It's alright though...everything's fine...don't worry..." Zexion gave a soft nod, as he slowly closed his eyes. "Xehanort?" he murmured. "Yes...?" Opening his eyes, Zexion found himself, surrounded with darkness. Blinking, his vision slowly adjusted to the inky black scenery. Realizing he was in his dim room of the Oblivion Castle, he slowly sat up, stretching out his back slightly. Sliding off the bed, he stood, suppressing a yawn he felt come up within his throat. Xehanort... he mused, as he walked towards his dresser, to get changed. Weird...I haven't thought - or rather, dreamt - of our past in a while...or that nightmare I had that night either...how...puzzling... Once dressed soundly in his black Organization cloak and boots, he opened a portal of darkness, stepping through, appearing in the kitchen. Well, let's see what we have for breakfast now... he thought, tiredly running a hand through his short, messy slate-grey hair.
Tilting her head up, Namine gave a sigh of relief and stood. "Sora! I'm so glad you're here..." she said, walking closer to him. "I...I'm...it's...it's this weird street...I keep going around...in a circle...with Larxene...wherever she is now..." She bit her lower lip, nervous. "I'm so confused..." "Well, she's a bit far off right now, but don't worry, I'm sure she's fine," Larxene reassured him. She wasn't really certain of anything, but no need to alarm him. "It's just that - what the...?" Glancing over at the house nearby, she saw in the reflection a ghostly figure of a man, which vanished as soon as it came. What it was she wasn't quite sure...
As Larxene heard more footsteps, she glanced to the side, to see Toxcst, his katana drawn and held tightly within his hand. So...another enemy? How delightful. Looking at Xadyn, Larxene remarked, "Oh, so you don't know? And you truly expect me to believe that?"
Hi, everyone...is this er, Al Bhed language? :sweatdrop:
It's okay, Angels...*hugs* I've been shouted at many times before, and I've always gotten hit on the head, so I understand...so don't be sad...!
