lord gives us a helping hand

[thanatophilia]

go ahead and comment here if you want to talk to any of these kids:

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Roxas -- the heartless
BITCHYKID | ♍19 | THESPIDERSWALK

Roxas and the world. What can a dead kid say for himself? He doesn't know who you are, doesn't know who he is either. But he does what he can.

Comments

[gold_panner]

Rude, what colour are your underwear?

Do you feel anything at all for all the people you have killed, or have died because of you, or those left behind?

And why do you like Tifa?

*dont bother to answer if it's stupid, I've never done this before .___.*

[big_blind]

The same color as my slacks. Dark neutrals: black, navy blue.

No. I'm paid not to.

Because I can't have don't deserve to have her and if I tried to, she'd fight me all the way.

[you're so cute~]

[gold_panner]

If you don't mind then, what are your thoughts/how do you feel about Rufus?

If you were put in a strait-jacket and locked in a dark room, what would you think about?

^^;

[big_blind]

Rufus is... the boss. He wasn't always worth following, but he's grown into a fine profiteer. He pays my checks and doesn't use my team as a scapegoat for his failing political image, so I don't have to punch his perfect teeth out of his head. He's smart enough and savvy, if smarmy, so he's not the worst self-important brat-prince I could be loyal to.

Sex. Fighting. Escape. What Reno Would Say. Variable Measurements For Homemade Explosives.

Factoring Hectopascal (Sakuraba):

[sho_cah_toa]

What brand are those threads anyways? And what season. I've never seen them sold anywhere.

Are those zetta tacky headphones permanently attached to your head?

And what do you listen to on 'em anyways? My last MP3 player got CRUNCHED. I need to add to my music collection for working on my art.

Re: Factoring Hectopascal (Sakuraba):

[tunedout]

eleventoeleven answer: Dumpster chic, asshole.
Other: Like I care what brand.

Always. Is that ugly mug permanently attached to your face?

...Sonic practices, post-punk, atonals, dissonances, expressives, experimentals, industrials, art, electronics, ambients, classics, glitch, experiences, trance, post-rock, chillout, instrumentals, vocals, psychedelics, avants, lyrics, beats, bass lines... other things. Music. Art. Art.

Re: Factoring Hectopascal (Sakuraba):

[sho_cah_toa]

Ugly? Tch, where's your beauty?!

I see. It may have been a simpler question to just ask what you don't listen to.

Re: Factoring Hectopascal (Sakuraba):

[tunedout]

In the eye of the beholder, genius.

I don't listen to stuff that sucks...?

[leftoverangel]

[this one's for desire; she looks at him curiously ... or is it a she? nill's not sure. but she heard she -- he? -- was a fortune-teller, and she looks curiously around desire, making a gesture with her hands for 'tarot cards', then a 'crystal ball' -- how do you tell fortunes? ... words are such constricting things. she then folds her hands on her lap quietly, waiting.]

[astrongdesire]

[Smiling. Amused and delighted in one. It understands bits and pieces of unformed questions as well other speckles and details plucked from her pale skin and frilly clothes. It takes the girl's hands into its own, tracing the lines of her palms gently with its thumbs. Its smile is warm; it knows how to behave in front of angels.]

Inamorata, the future is in every movement and every breath. That is all anyone need know in order to plot its course.

[It brings one of her hands to its lips, lingering there in a most ungentlemanly manner.]

The rest is only spice to make it palatable.

[leftoverangel]

[she closes her eyes and lets the words ring inside her mind, putting it to memory. I - na - mo - ra - ta. It sounds magical. She speaks the word slowly, gently, mouthing the syllables in silence.

her hand trembles, and she moves to gently pull it away. her cheeks are warm, and nill offers a smile as her thanks.]

[astrongdesire]

[Desire lets her pull away, fiddling out a cigarette instead. Smoke and mysticism go together like honey and bees, it swears.]

There are powerful stars watching over you, precious.

[Golden eyes sparkle with insufferable knowing. La, lies and truth are similar enough besides. Its smile turns wry then.]

And you're lovely when you blush.

[for jimi]

[inasharkonfire]

VUOIIIIII MISTER! You're supposed to be dead! What was it like?

[goldengarden]

Mister, man? Come on, I ain't no mister. Just a dude, dead dude, but hey, come on now, it ain't all bad. Well, shit, I mean it is all bad drowning out like a babe but after that part it ain't too shabby. Kinda dark an' warm an' all that.

[inasharkonfire]

Dead Dude, then.

-- what, that's it? Kinda dark an' warm? No heavenly lights, no goddamned angels to lead you in, no fireworks and fancy shebang? Just dark and warm?

[goldengarden]

That's it, brother. I never really was one for all them goddamned angels. Dark lady wrapped her arms around me and that was that.

[gold_panner]

Is Neku there? Don't think we've met, have we?

[tunedout]

[Terminally unimpressed:] Who are you?

[gold_panner]

gold_panner, but that's not really important. What's in a name?

[tunedout]

I mean do I know you. If not, there's no reason for this conversation.