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♫ 004
[Demyx is walking home from work, a spring in his step and a song in his voice. He was having a good day, until the deafness kicks in as he crosses the street. He pauses, confused, then begins to frantically plug and unplug his ears, oblivious to the speeding vehicle heading his way]
Why can't I hear anything?!
[A lady on the other side of the ( Read more... ) -
♫ 003
Hey, look! [showing off his fancy dancy waiter's tux, oh la la~] I got hired at this nifty restaurant near the river! It apparently pays really good, too. [beaming 83] I'm not very good at it yet, but at least it doesn't involve hearts or weapons or anything like that. And I have a job interview at a pizzeria tomorrow!
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♫ 002
[ignoring the gate lalalala ignoring~! And sitting in a small but comfortable apartment he stumbled upon and claimed, idly plucking on the sitar.]
So I take it this place is never really, uh, normal? -
♫ 001
Okay Demyx. Breathe. Just breathe. I'm sure it's just a tiny itsy bitsy miniscule navigational error in the midst of battle, quite possible if you weren't paying attention well enough and this is probably just some church in Port Royal that's had a buttload of renovating and there are people staring at me and this breathing thing isn't going so ( Read more... ) -
OOC
If you are from econtra_rpg, please defriend this journal. Like seriously. I don't need over two hundred unnecessary character journals still friended to it and I dropped Demyx from the game two months ago so please. -
062
.. Misawa. Uh. You're.. done now, right? You're not.. not..
Oh my god.
[[ooc: Poor boy did not need to see/hear his roommate and girlfriend ROCKING LIKE A HURRICANE~]] -
060
[complete silence for a little while until Demyx switches to typing mode]
And here I thought all the craziness was gone. That was definitely wishful thinking.
I've gone deaf. And mute. Or maybe I just can't hear myself talking. Or both.
But knowing this place, I'll be okay in a week. Or month. Or years. Oh god.
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059
Uh. Since when is my door the property of Earl? And who's Earl?
Oh well. Whoever he is, I'm opening his door.
