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[flame_dancer8]

Who: Open to all
Where: D hall and then exploring
When: I guess until we get caught?
Ratings: None yet
Warnings: most likely language and tiki torch nurses

Axel had had enough with his damn room. Punching the wall in frustration he walked over to his door and threw it open slamming it as soon as he'd gone out. He was going to find some answers if he had

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[goblowyourself]

Nero had no idea how long it had been since he had arrived here... perhaps it was around an hour or so since he's woken up, but Savior knows how long he's been out while here.

... which was an even creepier thought. He didn't bother to ponder it though, more or less- he just wanted to know who.. or what had caused his arrival

[flame_dancer8]

Having woken up in this place, finding that his powers didn't work the way they should and just not knowing in general had not helped Axel's mood in the least. He was determined to find a way out of this place one way or another.

Hearing the voice he turned around and eyed the other man. He didn't have time to deal with some idiot but by his tone of voice it seemed that he wasn't as happy to be there as he himself was. Perhaps he could get some info out of him.

"I'd say the same about you. Do you know anything about this damn place?

[goblowyourself]

The white haired hesitated momentarily, cursing himself for thinking aloud. Honestly, he didn't intend on getting his attention.... though judging by how the man in black looked, pissing him off seemed like it could have been fun.

So he shrugged, turning around towards him nonchalantly, the sheet wrapped around his arm coming slightly loose~ "Honestly? I just got here," he began in an annoyed tone. "So other than realizing that its full of blooming retards, no- I don't."

Nero then looked towards the man's face, where he suddenly became unable to help but stare... at the other's bright green eyes, almost a bit too obviously.

.... Was that eyeliner? How strange.

[flame_dancer8]

Axel didn't let the insult get to him. He could care less about what the other man said but he sure as hell didn't like to be stared at.

"Something wrong? Or am I just that good looking?"

[bloody_hymn]

This was it. Enough mocking from those who seemed to think they had power over him. Over HIM. They thought they could strip him of his Other Self, lock him away, take away all sense of time and companionship.. well that was just fine. Hallelujah had never exceptionally cared about what time it was, nor his odd link to Allelujah. If nothing else, this was liberation.

But they constantly mocked him. The doors refused to open for him, everything was bolted, the mirror wouldn't break. Futility was the feeling he liked to give to others, he would not succumb to it himself

[flame_dancer8]

Axel didn't turn around in fact he just continued down the hallway. He wasn't in the mood to deal with some jackass that thought he could tell him what to do. If there was one thing Axel hated it was being told what to do. He'd had to deal with the higher ups for so long that he just really didn't care anymore.

Axel didn't even look back as he continued his walk down the hallway. The jackass could yell all he wanted, all Axel cared about was finding Roxas and getting them both out of this damn place.

[bloody_hymn]

"..."

That person hadn't paid attention to him. Hal had shouted an order and insult to him, and the man had simply brushed by him. The tall man paused, watching the redheaded man walk away.

He had been ignored.

What?!

"Hey!" he shouted angrily as he turned around, remaining quite relaxed as he stormed after the redhead, reaching out in his fury and grabbing at a chunk of the man's spiky red hair, hoping to grasp a few spikes and pull him so that his balance was off, leaning backwards.

"I told you to stop slamming your fucking door." He snarled out, gold eye narrowed as he watched him carefully. "...To which you are supposed to respond 'Yes, I'm sorry, Sir.'"

He spoke carefully, mismatched eyes roving over the lithe man's body to see what move he would make in retaliation. He prided himself on his ability to read movements and actions and react to them even before they occurred. Too bad he was unaware of his suppressed reflexes.

[flame_dancer8]

Axel would have continued to ignore the man if his hair hadn't been grabbed.

NO ONE TOUCHED THE HAIR!

Stopping dead Axel whirled around and shot out a hand to punch the man square in the face.