20 June 2012 @ 12:23 am
no. iv  

So that...Er, Sunday was pretty weird, huh? Whenever a boy asked em to do something, I just...wanted to do it for them! It was the strangest thing, I couldn't help myself. I just wanted to make them happy and smile and didn't care about what it was...

[A sheepish laugh.]

I guess it was just a little more odd than it was unsettling...I mean, if I was doing good things, I don't really see why I should feel bad about it. Somebody told me it's because it was a holiday. I'm wondering if all holidays are gonna make me do weird stuff in the future. Like...I hear there's a big holiday at the start of next month.

So...is there anything I should expect in a couple weeks? Or anytime in the future, really...
[You can practically hear the polite smile on her face.]
20 May 2012 @ 08:45 pm
no. iii  
A. Phone: So...The other night was a really big deal or something, huh? "Prom"...Everyone has been talking about it, and I wanted to go...but. [There's a sheepish laugh.] I guess in the end I was a little too shy...

But I'm wondering how it was, and what it was like. Would anyone want to share their experience with me? I don't mean to be nosey but...[She regrets sitting it out, plain and simple.]

B. Park: [Anyone who ever said ice cream at night was a bad idea is an idiot. Well, she would never really say that because it's mean, but she definitely doesn't understand why anyone would have a problem with it. The warm, spring evening air is just perfect for relaxing on a park bench and digging into your favorite treat.

Of course, a small black haired, euphoric looking girl emphatically tearing apart a cup of chocolate ice cream isn't the most every day sight.
Or the most lady like, despite having the kind of figure that would make you think she were watching her weight.
Honestly, she was still too used to eating popsicles...Maybe one of the grocery stores might have them? She swings her feet off the edge of the bench as she wonders.

Wondering and wondering and wondering until the spoon stops digging so tenaciously and her lips slow into a purse.

Too bad she doesn't have anyone to share it with.
Yeah, she's kind of lonely.]
14 April 2012 @ 02:20 am
no. ii  
 A. Hastings Blv.
[Oerba Yun Fang seems to be walking around, not so business as usual. Due in part to it not being Fang in Fang's body. 
In her stead, is a thoroughly horrified Xion. Her face is anything but confident; instead completely and utterly worried, panicked, and distressed. She walks like she's trying to dodge hot lava, getting the hang of moving around in this larger form, and trying to keep somewhat composed while she figures this out.

It looks like it's a good time to go mess with her, huh?]

B. Makeout Point
[Settling for finding the highest place she could think of, Xion sought comfort in the altitude of makeout point. She occasionally dips her head into her palms, running her fingers through the long, unfamiliar locks of hair. Long, slender legs kick back and forth in pedulum. The girl doesn't look much like she's "there" at all. Just a body waiting for this to end.]

C. Phone
Uh...Hello? [Fang's voice sounds especially less...Fangy. The accent is completely absent, leaving behind little more than an awkward gargle. It sounds almost like she isn't used to saying words at all.] I woke up, and my body was...different. Do...people change often? It isn't just me, is it? 
I could really use some help...
18 March 2012 @ 01:19 am
no. i  
A. 2235 Stevens Road//Locked to Housemates:

[Footsteps, the kind so careful yet erratic that you'd be hard pressed to expect it to be that of a drone. There's a new resident in the house in the form of a short, ebon haired young lady. She looks...curious, very confused, and a little upset. Kind of fragile, like a moving piece of glass. She's making a point to leave no nook or cranny uninvestigated. It's all she was taught to do, anyway. And what else could she do in a situation like this? What's even going on...? She should be...]

B. Around Town:

[Reconnaissance! Sort of. Well, okay, she was feeling a bit out of place. Even though she's been to tons of different worlds, she was never so...disconnected. What kind of place is this? Why is she here? What happened to the Organization? Is Sora okay? It's all so confusing...what else is she supposed to do?

So she strolls leisurely down the avenues in these strange clothes, tracing her fingers across the streets and sidewalks. Checking out the layout of the different buildings. Anything that could give her a clue about what kind of a town this was. The routine is almost nostalgic, back to when things were simple. She gets a little lost in it, and looks completely distant. Any attempt at stealth is annihilated by the absence of a black hooded cloak. With clothes like this, you stick out like a sore thumb no matter what you're doing.]

C. The Park:

[Xion is sitting quietly on a bench, soaking up this unfamiliar environment. Her neck is sunk into a perpetual arch, gaze fixed squarely on her shoes. Everything she'd gone through before here was a lot to process. Too much, almost. The girl stares forlornly into the laces of her shoes. Thinking. Contemplating. Wondering. Daydreaming.
And waiting to be pulled back into this new reality.]