Organization XIII - It's a beautiful day!

"Uh... Yeah. Xemmy?" Xigbar raised his hand to call attention to himself. "I've got a problem... The problem is that I WET myself before, and SOMEBODY still need to F*CKIN' CHANGE ME!!!!!" Yes. he was pissed. But walking around in rank clothes all day usually does that to a person.

Saix scowled a little, wrinkling his nose. He grabbed the boy by the ankle, and lifted him into the air, upside-down. "So THAT'S what I've been smelling all this time!"
"HAY!" Xigbar screamed, flailing around. "PUT ME DOWN, YOU ******BAG!!! Cut it OUT!"
Saix shook him a little, still scowling. "How the hell do you turn this annoying thing off?!"

 

Axel leaned his back on the counter from his seat, turning his head to look at Larxene, and crossed his arms. He twiddled one of his thumbs before replying, "Better than you." He smilled 'sweetly' and yawned, "True, but my television's busted. You're the next best thing." Chuckling, he grabbed a strand of hair from her head and tugged it lightly.

After retrieving his hand back he was splashed with some strange substance. As he an instant reaction he scrunched up his face and shook his head as if a dog would. Strangely, he laughed. Loudly. " So is this a food fight now?" Axel snarled under his breath, shaking his head. He instantly flung out a leg and pounded Larxene's barstool with a strong kick.

 

"you know...." xaldin said mater of factly pointing to xigbar. "alcohol really helps shut down annyoing things."
Xaldin was really tired and knew that a little rest would be really helpful right about now. Not to metion that he felt that he needed to puke.
"aw.. crap..." yelped xaldin putting a hand on his mouth, and he portaled out of the room.

 

Larxene scoffed, rolling her eyes. Better than her? She'd like to see that. He was just lucky that a splash of soup was all he was getting from her at the moment, which wasn't even really that great of a counter, but it was the best she could do with the energy she had amongst her cold and fever. The rest of his words weren't really worth replying to, so she decided to leave it there and get her orange juice, perhaps go out and get some medicine as she didn't want to ask the members for it.

She made her way to get up as she fought off a yawn and rubbed her watery eyes, the headache getting pass breaking point now and knowing she needed to get rid of it soon. However, she felt a sudden rough jerk on her seat, and her mind, despite suffering, clicked on what was going to happen next, and she tried to grab unto something, but by then it was too late. All she remembered was her body falling to the ground, and her head hitting the hard tiled floor, and not even the ache in her whole body could fathom the strike of anguish that just went through her skull. Her vision went white for a while as the pang stung her eyes, and her hands went up to hold her head, however, she didn't whimper or cry out.

As she laid on the floor, at least waiting for her now pounding, drilling, aching, the type of hurt that would make you want to rip your hair out from pain to subside, she instead flowed that into anger. Larxene was going to kill...literally, cut his flesh, make him suffer...kill him. Her murderous thoughts were disrupted as she sneezed twice, coughing hard from her dry throat, and she felt her eyes burn even more. Ignoring the agony, she refused to stay down. Forcing herself up with the help of her hands as she felt a bit dizzy, she grabbed hold of the fallen bar stool, struggling to compose herself. Her expression filled with disdain, not exactly sure of where she was moving, she reached her hand and body up and grasped the edge of the table, and with all the remaining strength she could muster, lifted herself up to her feet, letting out a exhausted breath, trying to get herself together. Chuckling as if nothing was wrong, she commented with a wry tone, "Well, this just proves just what a complete and utter jacka** you are...congratulations." Her voice lowered there, as a warning, smiling, but working on getting her brain together to pass through the affliction. "Though is nothing special to my b*tch status."

 

"Off?" said Xemnas. "What mean you 'Off'? Haven't you noticed by now? It never ends."

 

(( <<>>;

*kicks RP* ))

"HEY!" Xigbar screamed. "Are you guys even LISTENING to me?! This is serious! I think I feel a rash coming on!!!"
Saix sighed deeply. "May I kill him? PLEASE?!" he asked.
"WHAT?! Whoa, whoa - Xemnas! Bro'man! Let's talk about this for a second!" Xigbar shouted quickly. "I didn't do nuthin - I just wanna get some new freakin' pants - is that so bad?!"

 

OOC: ah mah gawd... ok.. so my SAT's are a week away... so I'm gonna like go and die in the corner with my books... O_O so I'll be on... but I'll not be posting for abt a week. ^_^

Xaldin woke up to find himslef on the floor of his room.
"ohh.... my head..." he groaned as he pressed his palms onto his head. The hangover came crashing down onto his head as soon as he stood up. It felt as if someone had just smaked him with a fat bandit upside the head.
"Damn..."
Xaldin knew that the only thing that probably can help him right now is either some more sake or a hot cup of coffee. He sat back down on the floor and reached for his emergency bottle of sake, but what touched his had was not a bottle, but an "I O U" note, which read: "Dear Xaldin, I O U an emergency bottle of sake. signed Xaldin"
Xaldins eyes bulged out as he read the note. "That :censor2:!! He's always one step ahead of me!"
Seeing that he was out of sake he decided to get a cup of coffee instead. He walked down the hallway to the kitchen as fast as he can, and once there, he scrambled throught the closets contents to find that they'd run out of coffee as well.
"Aww dang it!" he cried. "Why is it always like this?"
He slamed the closet shut and stormed out of the kitchen and back to his room. He grabbed his wallet and checked for munny and portaled out of his room to go shopping for a nice big bottle of sake and some starbucks coffee.

 

OOC: Just because...xP. Make it fact he was here...

Larxene was still trying to somehow concentrate with the bulldozer of the pain that was her head and skull at the while, her mind still swaying and her eyes not fully able to make out anything as much, not caring if Axel answered her or not, because he was officially on her "To Torture" list. Making her fall that way all because of a damn splash of soup? Dimwit...what annoying company, he just had to come in the kitchen and ruin her peace, only to insult her. A**...

If she wasn't in such a vulnerable state at the moment, the hatred and bubbling anger she was feeling right now would've done the job. And Gawd forbid, if that redhead moved one inch or opened his mouth; whether she'll faint in the process or not as her energy completely diminishes, she was going to get at him with claws and rip him apart. The fall was the last straw for her. Sniffing back her runny nose, just to add on her already full capabilities to deal with, she blinked her eyes countless times to get her vision straightened (with the white flashes that came with her drilling headache not helping, now made worse because of the bulging, hurting bruise that was appearing in the back of her head from the clash due to idiot here...), she heard a scrambling noise of footsteps come in, and her head instinctively turned to it, just being able to see someone with long, black dreadlocks searching messily in the closet, only to yell in a familiar voice and run back out. Larxene placed a hand on her forehead, spotting she had a fever too, as she suspected...but also trying to recognize the figure...black dreadlocks...

Xaldin?

..........

What the hell?

 

Vexen took in everything around her shaking her head. "ENOUGH EVERYONE SHUT UP FOR A MINUTE" she shouted feeling as though no one was really caring or paying attention to the issue at hand. Looking around she saw Saix with the little one who was complaining about pants. "Come here and we will work on getting you changed" he told Xigbar.

 

((Gah seems that I've killed it . Runs and hides ))

 

OOC: Where did everyone go? o.O *she shrinks as it echoes in the empty thread*

 

OOC: omg.. what happend to this thread??? O_O :poke: helllllloooo??~


Xaldin portaled into the kitchen with about 10 bags in each hand. He walked passes Larxene over to the counter and carefully placed all the bags on top. He was a mess, especially his hair. Almost half of his dreadlocks seemed to be really messed up, making it look like he had an afro with a few dreadlocks sticking or poking out of it. His coat was dirty and had smudges of mud and dirt on it and some on his face as well. he leaned over to the counter and sighed.
"Thank goodness I made it past that...."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a very scratched up and torn box of cookies.
"Damn these cookies... damn them...."
He notices Larxnen staring at him blankly.
"what wrong with you?" he asks. "Cookie??" extending his hand and offering the box of cookies as the cookies dropped on the floor fron the rippen and torn box.

 

By this point, after quite some time, the pain in the back of her head from the impact and bruise started to calm, of course, didn't stop the headache, but the suffering kind of soften. Her eyes were becoming a bit clearer now too, and she couldn't help as she smiled to herself a little, her skull still in agony, yet soothingly better...she'll take any type of pain going away now. Sniffing her runny nose, and rubbing her eyes again weakly, she heard someone enter the kitchen once more, and saw that it was Xaldin again...who seemed to be coming back and forth into the place. Any company was better than Axel, it seemed, because he then offered her a cookie after asking what was wrong with her, but holding her head in her hand and watching the delicacies fall down from the torn box, she pushed it away gently...energy less enough not to smack it out of his hand. Goodness, she even had to admit she somehow wanted Zexion here...yes, it has come that far, at least he was willing to be more helpful, despite her not wanting said help.

Holding back another sneeze, she simply remarked bitterly in a muffled and deep congested voice as always, "What I want is a cup of orange juice..."

Thinking that she was fine a little, with her cold, fever, and all, she picked up the plate that she ate her soup in, and took it a bit woozy to the sink, throwing it there as she leaned on it. Being sick sucked...it felt like your body was skinny and weak, and could break any moment...and you just wanted to stay in bed. Or maybe it was her...

 

Xaldin watched as Larxene pushed the box of cookies away.
"Well... your loss then." he grunted as he stared to gather the crumbled and broken cookies off the floor and counter. After carefully gathering the crumbs in his plam, he walked over to the trashcan, clapping his hands to get all the crumbs off his gloves, then wiped them on his buttocks as he walked back to the counter where all his bags were.
"I think we are fresh out of orange juice love..." said Xaldin when he heard Larxene asking for orange juice instead. "But I do believe that we have apple juice."
Xaldin began unloading the bags one at a time as he finished his sentence. It seemed that most of all the bag's contents were nothing but a variety of alcoholic beverages. He began lining them up on top of the counter one by one, counting to make sure that he'd actually brought everything. after what seemed like forever, he unwrapped the last bag, and only this time, it wasn't alcohol, but a jar of coffee. Xaldin was so busy with his contents, he's almost forgotten that Larxene was still in the room with him, until she'd made a loud noise when she threw the plate in the sink making him realize her presence.
"Oh... did you want me to get you some?" he asked looking at Larxene only for a moment, only to go back to work. He jumped on top of the counter and kneeled down. Then he began to store half of the bottles of wine, whiskey and vodka in the closet, leaving the other half to take back to his own room. As he stored the bottles, he continously peeked over his shoulder to look at Larxene, who didn't seem too well.

 

((Sorry. Can I get a recap on what's happened lately? *Is VERY busy with chatroom wars*))

 

OOC: I don't think much has been happening. Xigbar has a rash and he's complaining, which is annoying Saïx, and Miss Vexen shouts at them to shut up so she can continue to try and fix everything, but went to change Xigbar first. Larxene, Xaldin, and Axel are in the kitchen, as you may know, I think...

"There's no orange juice...?" Larxene whimpered in hopelessness, yes...whimpered, as her mind still spun, and the headache wasn't going anywhere soon, as it seemed it will always be a neverending painful pounding in her head, and now she had a bruise in her scalp due to Axel's stupidity. The only good thing in all this was that her vision was back to normal, though her eyes were teary, she knew...and she also was aware her eyes were probably red as well...they kept burning so much, and it bothered her. Grabbing a nearby napkin out of the pile that she took before, she placed it on her nose, and blew, and blew, not stopping until it was all out, only having to fold it once to use the other side. She even let herself sneeze as she finished cleaning her nostrils up.

She threw the used napkin in the nearby trash, before opening the sink faucet and washing her hands again exhaustingly, still a bit woozy. While she was doing that, she heard Xaldin go on about getting one for her while packing the many alcohols...in which she thought Axel was the worse in that predicament, not that she would ever care for the redhead's screwed up liver, now more than ever. As she turned off the water and grab a piece of the paper towel to dry though, since she didn't need anyone's help, she replied, "No, is fine, I'll get it myself. I have the money in my room..."

Might as well get a Benadryl in the long run. It made people sleepy and drowsy, but she was planning to sleep anyway.

 

Xaldin took his time arranging the bottles in the closet. He wanted to make sure that his bottles were safe, for he wouldn't want them to fall out of the closet in case of an earthquake or some other thing. He once again counted the bottles in the closet to make sure that he'd put in the correct number of bottles in the closet, and that he was taking back a desirable amount back to his room. After all, Xaldin had a sentimental side for his drinks.
"Perfect..." sighed Xaldin as he slumped down on the counter. He took a last look at his bottles, which glistened in the light, all the different colors giving off a radiant glow. It was a beautiful sight to Xaldin. This was the only object in this castle that made him feel relaxed, also helped him imagine the many problems and rantings of the other members as nonexistent.
Xaldin was a bit surprised to hear Larxene whimper. It's not everyday that you hear Larxene whimper. He watched her as she blew her nose. As he studied Larexne's face, he noticed that her were red and teary, not to mention a bruise on her head. He almost felt pity for her, but he insisted to help.
"I'll warm some milk for you before you leave..." he said as he jumped off the counter and headed towards the fridge.

 

"You don't have to do that," Larxene stated quickly, looking at Xaldin and watching him go to the refrigerator. She wasn't irritated or anything of the sort, but instead surprise at the show of kindness he presented, when she wasn't exactly kind to anyone herself. It seemed that Xaldin showed some kind of understanding, yet even so, he didn't want him to go out of his way for her, it was fine, to be honest. She will just get her orange juice and Benadryl and hopefully, sleep away the cold and fever. She was wanting to leave the presence of Axel by now, though revenge was still in her mind, and for once, she appreciated Zexion's concern for her, despite memory problems and all. Didn't make him less irritating though.

As she tried to control her headache, which was now the main obstacle as her nose is able to breath again for the little while it will last, she gazed at Xaldin curiously, flippantly adding, "Really, is alright. What is warming milk suppose to do anyway?"

 

Xaldin took no notice of Larxene's words. He walked over the fridge and took the milk out and poured a full glass. He quietly put the milk back in the fridge and placed the glass in the microwave and left the milk to warm for one and half minute. He leaned against the counter and looked towards her as she stared right back at him.
"I donno.... I've seen the humans do this when someone is sick...." he muttered. "They say it's good for you especially when you're sick."
Xaldin looked to the side at the digital timer on the microwave as the seconds passed, 59... 58... 57... 56...
"Besides... it will rid of your headache." he added looking up, "So, don't leave yet....."
He straightened up and headed back to the fridge to get the chocolate syrup, as the micorwave beeped once the minute was over. Xaldin sighed as he grabbed the bottle of syrup and headed back to the micorwave to take out the milk, also grabbing a spoon. He mixed the syrup and milk together as he watched the thick syrup swirl about in the glass and fade, slowly giving the milk a faint chocolate color.
As he watched the syrup fade, a rondom thought came to his mind. Was this how his heart had perhaps disappeared? Slowly fading away without a vessel, away like the chocolate syrup. He gazed into the glass as the last of the thick lines of syrup had faded, and only the milk swirled about, leaving a very balnk expression on his face.
Still in deep thought, he took the spoon out of the glass to put on the counter when he knocked over the bottle of syrup, spilling only a tiny amount on the counter.
"Oh sh!t..." he snapped out of his thoughts.He quickly picked up the bottle and closed its lid.
"Ay..." He said as he cleaned up the small mess and threw the napkin in the trash. He then took the glass of milk and handed it to Larxene who was studying him curiously.
"Here..." he said as Larxene took the glass from him. Xaldin didn't stay to talk, and walked back to the counter.
"There's already enough weird things happening in the castle...." he said as he reached for a bottle of vodka and twisted its lid to open it. "I don't need another member to have to join that club."
Xaldin looked back at Larxene still holding the glass of milk.

 

(( Sorry, guys... I never really got the chance to tell ya, but... I won't be able to do anything for a while... >.<; I'm so freakin' stressed I can hardly think, and trying to scrape up a passable post for this RP - or ANY RP for that matter - has just been... Too much.

I'll be lucking in the thread for a while, but don't expect me to say anything. ))