Love in the Snow

ooc wow....recap time (If I am off when yall get on please just pm me the recap)

 

OOC: you'd left Lynn at her room right??? O_O

well after Lynn left Ren's room, Marly is taking Lar-Lar back to her room along with Zexion, but since all her clothes are in Axel's room (including her key card they need to go into her room), Zexion went to go get them. Ren, meanwhile took a shower, cleaned up the room and is currently taking and making notes on how the ball should be decorated. (btw, can I do the decorating? Lynn can organize the ball) Axel who is FINALLY realizing his mistakes he's made with Lar-Lar is now going to go look for her so he can come clean with her and declare his apologies and perhaps his love. Devon (ANF) spilled water on him, and now he's catching a cold and went back to his room to change out of the wet clothes only to find Zexion there... now zexion has a plan on how to make Axel and Larxene meet without marluxia being there to ruin everything again. =] thats all hun

 

ooc xD Thanks and yes Ren can

 

OOC: Glad I could help. =] And Yay... I just talked with Demytrix, she'll be back by SAT, so I'll have the summary done and ready by FRI.. well actually THURS, seeing she's a day ahead of us...and also I should work on the ball. =O *grabs notebook*

 

ooc I am talking to her now and okay

Lynn laid down on her bed for a while before getting bored and leaving her room. She went to the lobby and got a drink before going outside and walked around

 

OOC: omfg... random... and has nothing to do with the RP.... but I'm lonely... DDDD:

EDIT: gahh.. i sound pathetic! >_<

 

OOC: I'm here, anwita! D: Sorry, I'll get to the PM by tomorrow...er, I mean later today. Is that I took the plane to Florida today (as I told you before xP), so it has been a pretty hectic 24 hours, especially as the flight got delayed and all (twice! D< ). I'm using my best friend's computer now while she sleeps away...though I got any time permission :D. But I'm gonna go soon after I post in this one, I'm tired ^o^.

Zexion just gave a shake of his head when Axel asked him if he could take off his shirt, not minding, after all, they were all men here, and none of them, as far as he knew, went the...other taste. Simply waiting until he was finished with getting out of the wet cloth, his eyes just wandered around boredly, wanting to head out by now, though when he had finally heard Axel's answer, he nodded again in confirmation. So, he had his cooperation. Good. As he was about to leave and take care of Marluxia, he halted when Axel asked another question, which was quite expected, considering it was unusual for him to help out anybody, let alone make a twitch. Sighing, and thinking for awhile, he responded truthfully, "I'm just bored. Have nothing else to do, and since Larxene was moping around, I found my hobby. Didn't think it was to be this difficult. But, I have come to also add that Larxene's state troubled me, as in, it was irritating to see a strong woman such as her reduced to what she is now. Which was your fault, obviously. She's empty, blank, like a hollow doll...you'll understand what I mean when you see what you have caused. In fact, I'm doing this for her sake, not for you. You'll need a lot of luck, she doubts everyone at the moment, especially you. Choose your words wisely, that's all I can advice."

Quirking his eyebrows up at the next inquiry, amused that it was now that he found out, he closed his eyes with a small smirk on his lips appearing. "It wasn't me who had found her, or Marluxia. It was the new Interior Decorator or Designer, Ren, who had passed by your room to ask a question, only to see it open. According to her, Larxene was on the floor beside the bed, kind of abandoned, plus left injured, so, panicking, she went to get her out, thinking she was unsconscious and needed help, and took her back to her room. It was then me and Marluxia broke in to get Larxene back, because I, by mistake, concluded her as a kidnapper. She even worried enough to call the nurses. It was a quick save, thankfully, that I protested against giving Larxene a real check over, or else...they might've found out what we are." Giving a expression to Axel as if that was all, opening his eyes, he began to portal, black swirls curling around his space, wanting to get this goal done with before he got backtracked any longer. Marluxia was waiting, and he will get more suspicious of his doings. "I'll leave you with that. Any more questions, I'll be back soon."

And he left.

 

OOC: zomfg.. DD= take your time hun. It was one of my emo days. Not to mention, I skipped school today, resulting in extreme boredom... then eventually leading into me being lonely & EMO... again... DD< No hurries. Take rest! Take rest! >.< You're like hella tired.
DDDD=


"Ren?" He thought. "Who the hell was she? And doctors... er... nurses? Interior Designer?"
Goodness. Exactly HOW MUCH did he miss? It seemed like he was completely in another planet whilst all these things had taken place. Zexion had long departed from his room, and Axel stood in the middle of it, pondering on what else he might've missed. He sat at the foot of his bed and leaned back, his weight supported by his elbows. His eyes stared at the ceiling for a moment, then began to wander round his room, remembering how cozy it seemed when she was here. His eyes once again falling on the toppled blanket, half ot it was almost falling on the floor. He slowly reached for it and pulled it up, closer to him. How idiotic... how stupid... Imbecile... She was indeed in his room, when he'd returned. She was here, alone. It could've been them again, just them and the sweet slow moving night once more. Too little, too late. Smiling he closed his eyes and fully lay back on the bed, still holding onto the blanket. He must now do the hardest thing... he must wait. He trusted in Zexion, as unbelievable as it may have seen. He sighed opening his eyes, his hands had pulled up the thin blanket to his nostrils trying to find and recapture the scent of that woman. It was there, but so faintly... or perhaps it was him hallucinating. A soft smile came to him as he did find the scent of her, and continued to stare at the ceiling.
The room had heated up nicely and the warm light of the table lamp gave the room a golden glow that mixed so well with the escaping silvery moonlight that entered his room. The soft howling of the wind and the distant wolves gave an eerie, but an abnormal romantic feeling to the room. What would Axel do to just share this mysteriously romantic feeling with Larxene. Waiting seemed like death, and if there weren't any protection surrounding her room, he'd have already departed. His fists curled in impatience. Zexion... hurry.

 

ooc no you don't

and Florida? That's where I live!

 

OOC: I'm doing the PM slowly xP, though I'm thinking to fully write it when I get back, or have more free time that isn't wasted by RP or enjoying Florida the whole day, only to log in at night when everyone's sleeping.

And you are, Random Angel? :D That's cool and odd at the same time, though I'm in Orlando. I thought the night would be warmer, guess that didn't prove right *-*. Oh well, daytime is good.

He had portalled into Larxene's front door, aware that Zexion knew how to seek him out, and had no problem on finding where he had gotten to. Marluxia still did notice Larxene's awakening, that is, until he heard a crackly, low, mumbled voice trying to speak, and quite surprised, he stared down at the pretty blonde, whose doe eyes were gazing up at him in all their aquatic glory. They appeared so innocent and adorable, he would've believed Larxene was nothing more than a sweet girl, deceiving as that was. He just somehow wished that those same eyes weren't so blank, since whether it be hatred, anger, irritation, threat, it was something, and he was thinking of annoying her on purpose to see some type of life again, as she's shown before. Gazing at her, he simply gave her a small smirk, "Quite tired out for a while, haven't you? Seems you're getting your voice back as well. You don't have to wish for privacy, we're sending you to your room now."

As if on cue, it was then Zexion materialized, Larxene's clothes in his shoulders and hand, while the other arm held the key card they were all looking for. Not that he lasted that long, since the Cloaked Schemer brought the whole package.

He didn't have anything planned, unlike what he said to Axel, but even then, he simply stated to leave it to him. But, it was merely based on chance, because he knew there was no parting Marluxia from Larxene...except Larxene herself protesting against it. To his previous confirmation before, the female wanted to be alone, away from everyone's eyes, and to have her own privacy, which she will predictably deny Marluxia of when finding out. And that, was what he was depending on, and it had a 98% increase of being right. Zexion knew very well what she wanted, and now, is all a matter of waiting. Not hearing Marluxia say anything to him, he went his own way to slide that card into the slot without any words, the little green light appearing above the handle, and opening the door right off, turning on the lights as he stepped in. Holding it ajar when he came back as Marluxia passed through with Larxene, he watched as the pink haired man went to the bed, softly placing her on the comforts of her mattress after using a wind of flower petals to lift off the covers for him neatly in flow. He saw him make sure she was comfortable and right, before putting back the sheets, wrapping her in the bundle of the blankets, until all Zexion could spot were the hair antennae that was so unquie to her, peeking over from the covers. It was then that the scythe wielder walked to the heater, the room being cold, and while Marluxia was doing that, he put all the clothes in a stray chair that was situated here as well, while the shoes made their settlement on the floor once more.

Dusting his hands as they were finally free except for the key, he really didn't want to be against Marluxia, considering that he had shown how much he cared for her in all of this. Yet, he wasn't the one that could heal her, and that was the goal. Larxene's choice on who she wanted to be with was made long ago, and sometime or another, Marluxia had to accept that. With this set in mind, he asked in simple conversation, "So, I'm guessing you'll be staying?"

Marluxia nodded, turning around as the heater was raised to a reasonable temperature to keep her warm. "Yes. As I said, someone has to take care of her."

 

OOC: Psshhh.... :D Chill yo. I don't care how long you take with that PM. You're in FL hun... enjoy THAT! Hell, I would've probably forgotten all about computers and internet if I was in FL. I think Demitryx is in Orlando as well. xD It's a small world after all.


By and by the seconds ticked away, and Axel couldn't take it anymore. Though it'd only been five minutes or so since Zexion had left him. Just the mere thought of Marluxia being in Larxene's room made him uncomfortable... angry... furious. If there was to be a man present in her room, it had to be HIM, nobody else. His leafy green eyes narrowed, still staring at the ceiling, and he slammed his fist onto the soft mattress of the bed, the horrid thoughts passing him by. He jumped up from his bed, though still sitting down.
“Damn it.” Rubbing his face and his eye from both exhaustion and impatience, and ending it with his hands slicking his hair back. He admitted to the fact that it was his own stupidity that got him into the whole mess. He despised being such a hothead sometimes. Resting his hands back on his lap, he realized that he hadn't changed out of his wet shorts. Putting the blanket aside, he stood up heading over to his bag. Reaching in, he pulled out another pair of Nike shorts and quickly changed into them. His sneezing had stopped due to the warm room, and he was glad for it. Looking around, he realized just how messy his room had gotten in one single day, albeit it was only a messy bed and a few scattered clothes here and there. Might as well clean it all up... anything to pass the time, which seemed to have halted completely.
Picking up his wet clothes from the floor, he stuffed them in the bathroom laundry closet. He then emptied his entire travel bag on the bed, then one by one, actually began hanging them on the hangers which he'd found in the closet. Safely and neatly hanging everything in the closet, taking extra care of his Organization trench coat while hanging them. Before closing the closet door, he threw his bag in there as well. Looked like he'd officially lost it, considering how he cleaned his room and clothes, gently humming to himself. This sort of act was probably the last thing Axel would've done, and that too only when hell walked the earth. With all the clothes being assorted to their proper places, he came to the bed, making it just as it had been when he first entered the room with Larxene in his arms.
Done, finished and perfect. He'd cleaned his room beautifully. If one was to enter it now would never know there was someone occupying it. Even he laughed at himself as he recalled his actions. He too never really expected this much cleanliness from himself. Well, it was still good, because whilst he picked up after himself, he'd almost forgotten that he was waiting for something... someone. His idea to pass the time had worked like a charm. Grinning he looked at his clock... and his jaw dropped to the floor.
“What the :censor2:!!” It would seem that only a little less than ten minutes had passed since he began cleaning, and here he was thinking that a good thirty minutes had passed him by. He kicked at bricked area around the small and elegant fireplace. All the Organization XIII members were VIP guests here, and all their rooms were considerably large and quite fancy as well.
He'd began pacing around his room, walking from the front door to all the way to the balcony door at the other side of the room, constantly, non-stop. Why was it taking THIS long? Then again, it was Marluxia Zexion was dealing with, and that pink haired man was nothing more than a parasite, clinging onto Larxene, not letting her out of his sight at all. Nothing but a slimy leech. Damn him. Muttering under his breath, he paced... his impatience growing in him. He kept eyeing the mini-bar, but refrained himself from going there. He'd not want to end up going to Larxene completely out of his mind. Pacing... then suddenly sitting down, then pacing again. He poured himself a glass of water and drank that. His eyes stared at the small fire he'd started in the fireplace, quietly watching the flurry of the dancing flames.

 

hay haha yeaah skipped t the last page, but suspect nothing has really happened to devon except that axels, left hmmm'

Devon had stayed in the foyer, didn't know what to do, yet, she took her jacket and went outside, she was used to the cold, so she was happy. She went to sit on a seat outside, watching the lights ficker on as the night fell, the snow had fallen way before she left. The air kept getting colder, making Devon feel stupid for coming out. As the air got colder, the snow started to fall more heavy, making it almost impossible for her to see the way back.
SNOWSTORM lol

 

OOC: D< Why is it that every time I leave an RP for 2-3 days... people tend to stop posting. DDDD: *sigh*



Laying in her bed and leaning against the comfy pillow, Ren made countless notes and a few sketches of the ideas she'd come up with for the Masquerade Ball. Biting her lips, her eyes narrowed and her glasses at the tip of her nose, she concentrated on her paper, her hands moving delicately on the papers, making each sketch perfect. The room was dimly illuminated, but it was bright enough for her eyes to see and understand what she was doing. She'd kept the window open to a small crack, and the strong sounds of the wind outside was loud and clear for her. The flimsy curtains flew softy against that wind, and Ren liked the delicateness of the room. It gave her just the right mood and inspiration to think and come up with new ideas for this ball. As she worked, she still tried to grasp onto everything that had happened earlier. She had so many questions she wanted... no, needed to ask Zexion. Perhaps they were alike. The curiosity of their powers made her ardent to know more about these people. Their appearance was no less striking either, matching coats and all. She deduced that it was a “club thingâ€, an organization perhaps? She set her pencil down in thought. She'd love to have talk about this over a cup of coffee with the man... er, Zexion. Her thoughts were however interrupted when a sudden strong wind came and blasted the window open, sending a shock of chilling wind into her room, along with a few snow flakes.
“Oh!†She jumped out of her bed and ran to the window, her notebook and pencil falling from her lap to the floor in the process. Once she grasped its handle, she pulled it against the strong winds, and locked it once she managed to close it. A snowstorm... how perfect. If only she had some hot chocolate to enjoy this with. The stormy winds hit her window hard, making soft tapping noises. The light snowflakes danced in the winds, swirling, turning and doing their own unique flips in the air before falling on the cloak of white on the ground. Looking at the unique dances, she smiled to herself. The sudden snowstorm had given her the perfect idea to use at the ball.
“Oh, that would be lovely....â€

 

well post again

 

OOC: I'm back, BETCHES!!! :D Had a really good time, Universal Studios, the beach and all. I decided after a while to stop logging in to the computer and enjoy my vacation for what it was...a vacation xP (and for some reason, I can't concentrate as well as I do when on another person's computer). But, I'm here to post again, starting with this one.

"No..." Larxene interrupted to them both, a slight, throaty sound of her voice appearing low pass her pink lips, apparently getting her vocals back slowly as time passed. After the last rest, she had felt better in the physical sense of her situation, where the pain started to lessen, and she was now able to have enough energy to move more of her joints around, however small it was. If anything, that fall down the rocky slope should've killed her, but here she was...unfortunately. Yet, emotionally and mentally, she was completely drained out of any soul, and she wanted to be that way alone, and without anyone seeing her. Just her own privacy...let her be pathetic by herself, at least. The only reason she had been keeping a straight face so far and not to experience any more hurt from that empty chest of hers, was to keep away her mind from him, or else, she would literally break down again. The cut and stab was still there, burning and stinging, the last thing she needed was to add more to it to the point where she didn't think she could hold herself from crying despite her own oath. Initially, she shook her head roughly as well, protesting against anyone staying, and precisely stared at Marluxia for this. Larxene didn't know what exactly she will decide , but it was up to her to deal with the new emptiness. For that she needed some peace to herself. "I want to be alone..."

Marluxia knew this was coming, it was obvious from the way she was acting before that she never wanted nobody in here with her, but he had to at least try for the very fact that she needed someone, because she was weak in many ways at the moment, and fragile. He wouldn't like to leave her by herself, for a repeat as to what actually happen when they left her in Axel's room, though he really did think it was more on the fact of where she was, than the actions. Marluxia felt tempted to follow her wishes, and he knew perfectly well it would only make her unhappy, even make the tension awkward, if he did stay, especially as it was her room. The decision was a wrenching one, as she was gazing at him almost pleadingly, yet he wasn't positive to let her be on her own the way she was.

"Marluxia, I don't want to get into this, but I really think you should give her at least the space for the night, she needs to think today over, and as you can see, it's the best decision for now for both her and the atmosphere. I think she'll be alright....as much as she is right now, Larxene was strong and is still strong, I'm sure..." Zexion added in, a slight smirk hidden under his finger in his usual position, his mind at how the easy prediction came as a complete success, though at his last sentence, he caught Larxene's eye, almost as if telling her, not to lose herself for just a man, though he was also aware it was more in depth than simply just Axel, and he wondered about the life of the Savage Nymph thoroughly. What made her the way she is? No one is born a sadist, in his personal opinion.

And now, he was even thinking over whether he should really let Axel in, but the situation has to be cleared by his words, and it might help immensely. Setting his focus back on Marluxia, he gave a nod, "I'll keep a eye on her in some way, just in case, from time to time. But she needs to find herself for awhile..."

He eyed the Cloaked Schemer silently, watching as his face was truthful and honest on this particular matter somewhat, seeming genuinely concerned for Larxene as well, and Marluxia sighed, knowing the choice he had to make, but not exactly thrilled with it. He was only doing it for her own good and sense of serenity, and as long as he kept being informed, it would relax him a little to know that she was alright. He had faith in her, he truly did, and hopefully, she would figure just how much she was worth and how strong. Perhaps, he would even be able to sleep after all. Hesitantly, he breathed, looking straight at Larxene almost in uncertainty, "Fine...though I better see you better and alive by tomorrow."

As far as Marluxia can joke, if at all, this was meant to be one, though with a serious undertone, giving a pointed glint to the girl in the bed.

 

OOC: HOLY MOTHER—!! ZOMFG!!! AHHHHHHHH!!! :glomp: :glomp: :glomp: *dances* YAY! :roll: YOU ARE BACK! *does a jig* :bounce: Glad to know you had a good vacation J! :D And a vacation is NOT a vacation when the computer rules your life. =D Hmm... I wonder if Universal Studios Orlando is better than the USoLA here... O.o


Staring at the fire didn't help, and before he knew it he was on his feet again. Arms swinging at his sides, and with a loud sigh, Axel continued to pace around his room relentlessly waiting for Zexion to arrive with the key card.
“What is taking him so damn long?†He muttered, folding his arms and continuing to pace the room in a ferocious manner. He kept looking back at the clock, practically checking the time every few seconds, which to him seemed like hours. This was obviously not working, the pacing that was. So he sat back down and stared into the fire once more.
“Well this is crap.†He mumbled again. Perfect! Now he was talking to himself, what a good sign. Ten... no, fifteen minutes had passed since Zexion had left, and yet there was no news of anything. Sitting, arms folded and pouting at the fire, something came to his mind... and it did in fact made him smile, at himself that is. His behavior was so familiar... and no doubt he was acting like a young “girl†in love. His own distressing behavior over Zexion's tardiness only reminded himself of the distressed Juliet, who had sent the nurse in order to receive words from her dearest love, Romeo.
His eyes, still fixated on the dancing fire, he chuckled at himself a little at this, realizing how stupid he might've seen for the past few minutes. Well... dealing with a man such as Marluxia is a tough assignment, and it was understandable why the Schemer was taking such a long time. He MUST be patient. Axel continuously had to remind himself about these facts, just to put himself at ease. He fell back on his bed once again staring at the clear white ceiling. Unfortunately, the impatience in him was boiling at its height, and he had to talk to her... and he had to do it NOW. He had so much to say— Wait, what exactly would he say to her?
Axel sat up again with the thought in mind. The redhead couldn't even stop to sit still for a moment. His fidgeting only made the time move slower. Scratching his head, he thought about what he could say to the woman. It wasn't going to be a walk in the park after everything that's happened tonight. Chances are, she'd probably strike him down at the mere sight of him, if... she had the strength to do so. But the matter was no longer simple. This matter was so dedicate from the start, and now it's become even more fragile. He had to proceed with careful consideration and caution.. If she was swayed by Marluxia's words (if that man did in fact say something to her), it was going to be a very rocky road to reach out to the woman he'd seen tonight... that woman with the soft hands and sweet voice, who was, for so long, hidden behind that mask the entire time.


OOC: Sorry for the delay, but I swear I feel like I've lost my touch. T_T Or maybe I'm just hungry.

 

OOC: Lolz :33333 :glomp: :glomp: I've been missed, it seems, YAAAY!! I've been dying to post, and it was tempting, but I managed it, especially since my friend sleeps early o.O. I'm GLAD I'm back though xP, there's no place like home, but I miss her already T-T. And I don't know if any Universal Studios is better, I've only been to Florida's, and I think you've only been to Cali's. Hard to say with that matter. Though I think yours probably has more rides...

Anyway, time to get Axel over to Lar-Lar.

Larxene just gave a tired nod on Marluxia's behalf, confirming it for him so that he could leave, as well as Zexion, though the Cloaked Schemer's words lingered on her mind for awhile. That she was strong...well, obviously, not at the moment, considering she could barely move a muscle, let alone stand up, to even say anything clearly enough to be heard. She felt, to put it plainly, like sh*t. Larxene wasn't proud at herself, neither happy, and she didn't even care about her well being, she...she didn't know what she wanted, except her own privacy. She didn't feel any strength, or felt much of anything, really...it was odd, the experience of being a hollow shell was like. Holding back a yawn, as it didn't penetrate through the numb, nonexisting surreal state that was her body right now, her blue eyes drifted dazedly at the covers, her face blank again now that Marluxia agreed on going away, and she knew Zexion would follow.

As she stared down, though, Larxene noticed that she had forgotten that she was still wearing Axel's pajamas, and a far away pang of ache pounded on her for a second among the midst of nothing, and she shifted her focus to the wall, frowning, and almost feeling lke letting the tears come up. That moment, back in his bed...seemed so, so long ago now, so distant...like it never happened, and she was never in his arms, and that he didn't take care of her...because he really didn't matter to him...not in the way she wished he did. It was always like that with her, nobody ever returned her feelings, or even cared for hers at all at the same time.

Marluxia just scratched the back of his head, quite drained from this concern for Larxene and the events that led to it, yet he needed her well being to come first. Seeing her going back to wander her eyes aimlessly again, he sighed, shaking his head slightly, before paying attention to Zexion seriously, knowing that Larxene's focus wouldn't come to him anymore after that. "I'll be leaving then. Do try to keep a eye out, if you actually do care as you proclaim you are." Giving the Cloaked Schemer a pointed stare, he walked ahead to the blonde on the bed, closer to her until he ran a hand through her hair like before, not wanting to leave her, yet...he had to. For her sake. This might actually help, really. Letting out a breath, he wished her a good night, as well with a he'll be back soon, and black surrounded him as he portalled out, going to his room and perhaps sleep. There was no reason to prolong his stay in there, and he hoped that she'll be alright come morning.

Zexion just watched Marluxia's actions silently, waiting for the time when he would portal out to leave, and the chance soon came as the pink haired man disappeared after a few choice words to him. Perfect. The whole plan was a success, and now all he needed to do, was report back to Axel, let him come over, and pray that he won't say anything stupid when confronting Larxene. He'll be sleeping himself, knowing he would get the news of how it went later today around the afternoon, it was two or three o' clock in the morning by now, and he was feeling quite weary so far. Not aware of how much time he wasted, he made sure he had the key card, before looking over to the Savage Nymph, who didn't even bother staring at him. Either way, he went out of his way politely, "Have a good night, Larxene. I will see you soon."

Thinking that was all she would listen to right now, he followed Marluxia's movement and portalled out, materializing back in Axel's room immediately, finding the redhead, due to the expression on his face and his haggard look, in a frenzy. Checking out the time by the clock perched in a set place, he noted he'd been gone for fifteen minutes or so, and before Axel would start complaining, something he did not need at this hour of the night, Zexion dashed out the key card to shut him up just in case, saying, "I had to wait until Marluxia left, that is all. Larxene's room is empty enough to enter, so here you go. Make sure you fix what you've broken, and I have to warn you once more, that you may not like what you see...or at least, done to her."

 

OOC: Of course you've been missed! :D Doy! Well you've had fun and now you're back, and I'm glad to have you back as well. The RP area was just NOT the same without you hun. And USoLA having more rides than USO? *cough* . I doubt that. We've only got... *counts* ....uhh 4, counting the Studio Tour and the Coming Soon “Simpson's Rideâ€. The rest are just walkthroughs. :sweatdrop: Well whatever. Time to RP!! >D *whips out WordPerfect 10*


He'd really acted like an idiot, and it was entirely his fault. For the entire day, he'd refused to see the obvious and now his most precious thing seemed to slip out of his hands like sand. Axel found himself sitting at the foot of his bed once more, pondering on exactly WHAT he'd say to Larxene. His glossy green eyes reflected the bright fire, the dancing flames were clearly visible if one were to look into his eyes. He continued to stare into the fire, and stared at it without blinking. Crisscrossing the fingers in his hands under his chin, leaning forward, and resting his elbows on his legs, he closed his eye to picture the Nymph in her room, soundly sleeping... so beautifully... so delicately. A smile came across his face to find the delicate image of Larxene and it vanished once he opened his eyes to find the small fire, which he'd been looking at, in front of him.
So he was lost when it came to words. He didn't know what he'll tell the woman, or how he'd apologize or let alone even manage to make an appearance in front of her after what had happened tonight. This was complicating. He knew well enough what he wanted her to hear and tell her, while at the same time he hadn't the slightest clue. Groaning, he put his head between his legs, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. His mind was blank, but worrisome of Zexion's tardiness. Sleep was starting to set in his eyes, though all his fidgeting and restlessness, and the coming drowsiness only slackened his thought process, thus he found himself repeating the one and only (unfinished) line he'd managed to come up with, “Larxene, I—â€
However, he snapped out of the somnolence once a familiar sound and draft passed him by. His head shot up to find the grey haired Schemer standing in front of him. OMG YAAAY! were his thoughts as he stated at the man.
“About time—†He'd began standing up, but was immediately cut off by Zexion as he whipped out Larxene's key card, holding it right under his nose as he quickly explained his 'delay'. Axel didn't question what the Schemer said and explained, he simply grabbed the card out of his hand and looked at the room number located at the left corner. He stared at the key card with gleaming eyes, as if it was the key to all the treasures of the world. Excellent, he thought. No disturbance, no unnecessary company or interruptions and especially, NO Marluxia. Simply looking up into Zexion's eyes when he once again stated the condition in which Larxene was in, he gave a slight nod of understanding as darkness surrounded him, consuming him in its purple and silver light, disappearing only to leave Zexion alone in his room with the echoing sound of the word “Thanksâ€.

 

OOC: Is good to know, makes someone feel touched :3. Though it was so hard not posting, so tempting...I missed this place D:.

I'm not familiar with the USoLA, though Orlando's has...let me see, Dueling Dragons, The Hulk, Doctor Doom's Fear Fall, Jurassi Park River Adventure, Dudley Do-Right's Ripsaw Falls...this is only Islands of Adventure...erm...I don't know if the 3-D rides counts. Okay...maybe there are more things in Florida's than LA's o.O.

Larxene was at peace, finally. The room was quiet, serene, no sound to be heard, except the loud rattling of the windows from the strong, cold wind, that was getting more harsh with every second, while the curtains slightly flowed with the passing breeze that reached the gaps. Tranquility. Loneliness. Quite fitted her situation, honestly, and she wouldn't mind spending this...vacation in here for the rest of the trip. It would keep her from running into him anyway. Zexion and Marluxia had forgotten to turn the lights off as they left, so now she was stuck with a blaring ray in her eyes, which coudn't make her go to sleep, and so the nothing stared at nothing. Snuggling more into her covers, she painfully moved her arm as she tried not to whimper from the agonizing pounding that followed, and grabbed her second pillow, putting it next to her, cuddling against it like it was a stuffed animal, her face digging into it. Much more comfortable. Kind of reminded her of earlier tonight when everything was oh so wonderful....the words of Zexion and the images that he showed of it being a misunderstanding still stuck in her mind, hopeful, but even if true or not...she didn't know whether her trust will be gained back to him, if ever. He'll never know her feelings. He'll never be entrusted with anything else again. And she will keep her distance. Broken once...she didn't want a second time, especially as she hasn't yet recovered...if she actually would. Who knows what he thought of her or his future actions. If it can hurt this much...

As her muscles hurt from the movement, she found the odd feeling very interesting. It was almost as if her body didn't belong to her, and it was just moving on its own accord, the physical pain only distant, while her soul was watching from above. Closely like a dream. Weird. Was that how being numb felt like? Or was she having a epiphany? Was it emptiness? Or something else? As she thought before, it truly did appear like the pure definition of a Nobody. Unfeeling. Though that wasn't completely true, because she did feel that scar when she figured out what she was still wearing...

Zexion did want Axel to be quick, but he really didn't expect him to be so quick, because with one blink he was gone, only left with a thanks hanging in the air. Better for him though, to reach Larxene if she ever falls asleep so she'll be able to understand more of what he was saying. The guy was very happy to him coming back though, considering the glowing green eyes lit up even more at the sight of him with the key card that will lead him to his most precious person. He really didn't know what would be the outcome of this, if Axel had anything planned even, but he guesed the news will be heard around in the morning, if not, he'll find out himself. Letting out a tired breath, and a silent yawn, he simply began to portal to his room, wanting away from the drama and to get his much needed rest after such a long while.

 

OOC: This place is [super] addictive... I know that quite well in fact. DD:

Jurassic Falls, The Mummy Returns, Studio Tour and The Simpson's Ride. That's all we have here which are actually RIDE rides. We had Back to the Future and something about ET... but the b@stards took them down D< *shaking fist*. But otherwise, we have many, many, many walkthrough “ridesâ€, the theater, live stuff or the 3D crap. And those are actually quite amusing, really. I enjoy them quite a lot. I heart US (I live about 7 minutes away from it =D ), and go there often, like about 2-3 times a month at most. :D But unfortunately my Annual Pass expired this month and I'm being super emo over that. *sigh* And I'm too broke to go renew it too. DDDD:

Btw, having Larxene's light's turned ON ruined some things I'd planned. xD Nothing major though (mostly the mood I was going to aim for). Well, I guess I'll have to cut a way around it... I love a challenge.



Axel stepped into a quiet and deserted hallway, right in front of his destination, Larxene's door. He walked through the dark hole still looking at the card in his hand, and still trying complete that sentence he'd managed to come up with, “Larxene, I—â€.
Larxene, I... Larxene, I WHAT? He had nothing to say or add after the two words. Biting his lips, his eyes met the door once the darkness and the whoosing sound behind him had disappeared and ceased. He still attempted to add more words to that unfinished sentence, but nothing came to mind at the moment. In the brief frustration, he once again began to pace in front of the door, trying to put together a speech, an explanation of his previous actions.
“Larxene, I... I'm... no. Larxene, I was... nah...†He mumbled to himself as he continued to pace around, tapping the tiny key card onto his palm, and eyeing the door. After walking back and forth for about six or seven times, he came to a halt in front of her door. It was perhaps best to go in there without having a rehearsed speech ready at his tongue. He needed to speak to her from the “heartâ€, he needed to tell her everything from his deepest and most inner feelings, and no rehearsed speech could possibly express the ideas in the same way. Facing the door, he took a deep breath, his physical heart pounding in his chest from the nervousness. Eyes quivering for a moment, he thought about the woman residing behind that door.
Axel stood in the hallway, in front of Larxene's door, like a fool, only staring at the key card, then at the door. Having made up his mind about the speech, his hands finally reached for the tiny slot on the door, designated for the slim card in his hand. His fingers trembled and shook as he pushed the card in the slot and with a soft beep, the tiny red light switched to a green light, permitting him and granting him the permission to enter the room. He twisted the handle and pushed the door, only to a small crack. The bright yellow light from the room fell on the hallway floor, and he poked in an eye looking to see if he could locate the woman anywhere in the room. Though the lights were on, the room was quiet, absolutely soundless and tranquil, quiet enough to even hear the strong winds outside banging against her windows, and Larxene was no where to be seen. He looked down at the floor, biting his lips again. He removed his grip off the handle and clenched his fist, still feeling a little reluctant to go in, almost afraid of finding the Larxene Zexion had described to him. He licked his lips and took a gulp, and finally, talking and putting together all his will and strength, he pushed open the door with his fingers. Poking his head through first, then his whole body, he silently shut the door behind him. Immediately recognizing the bumps and lumps on the bed as Larxene, he took a step towards the bed, his hand rubbing each other in anxiety. His eyes fixed on her, he called.
“Larxene?â€