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seventy-third memory [voice]
[ This is by no means accidental, but his voice has the half-rambling quality of talking to himself more than anything else anyway. It's been a long time since he kept a diary, after all. ]You know... yesterday was the thousandth and ninety-fifth day that I've been alive. That makes three years. It's kind of weird to think about ( Read more... ) -
[ooc] critiques, contacts & other tasty things
If you find part of the way I play Roxas to be iffy - however small your complaint - let me know through this post so that I can address it as quickly as possible. All comments are screened to encourage crit, then unscreened once they've been sorted out unless you specify that you don't want yours to be. (Note: I'll ask before I do it.) Any of the ( Read more... ) -
seventy-second memory [ text ]
11:42
11:44
If you're cursed, does that mean you stop hearing your heartbeat t
I guess quiet isn't that great for falling asleep after all.
(ooc: I will stop dropping tags and leaving them for the next day soon, promise. ~____~) -
seventy-first memory
Well, I guess that's that. My last day. Maybe I should look for a different job. Or maybe...
Come to think of it, when does summer start, anyway? -
seventieth memory
[ the communicator turns on to the sound of a heavy thump, a boy exclaiming, and then a groan. ]
You know, the last time I checked, my bed wasn't on the street.
Hey, wait, where'd-
[ voice suddenly closer as he notices the device ] ... Is there some kind of curse today?
[ ooc | Fell out of bed and into limbo -> fell out of limbo and onto... the ( Read more... ) -
sixty-ninth memory
I've got a question: why're we doing this, again?
If you were dead, what kind of shoes would you be wearing?
(ooc | Arche and Roxas, costume assistants extraordinaire for a talkie in production. Both of them will be tagging back. \o\) -
sixty-eighth memory - [text]
Impropriety - "the quality or condition of being improper" - wrong? bad?
Bedlam - "a scene or state of wild uproar and confusion" - so I guess it really didn't have anything to do with beds.
Humbug - "something intended to delude or deceive" or "a hard variety of mint candy" - well, he probably didn't mean the candy.
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You know, this is a weird book. I ( Read more... )
