--&& We're Storing Stuff in BOXES

[Axel]

Well, I know a thing about contrition,
Because I got enough to spare.
And I'll be granting your permission,
'Cause you haven't got a prayer.
Well I said hey, hey hallelujah,
I'ma come on sing the praise.
And let the spirit come on through ya,
We got innocence for days!

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Well, It Has An X... ¿ [Axel]
But Here's The True Meaning...¿ [Lea]
A Lot Of People Call Me This...¿ [The Flurry of Dancing Flames. ]
My Ranking Amongst Rivals...¿ [Eight]
Man, Some People Say I Look Old... ¿ [18]
I Tower Over People... ¿ [6'4"]
Well, I Suppose I Could Tell You... ¿ [124 Pounds]
This Is Where I Come From ¿[Unknown.]
You Like My Style... ¿[Very J-rocker/Punk Rocker. Tight jeans, ripped pants, fish nets and such. Mostly wears his hair in the normal way but sometimes he likes wearing it in a pony tail too. on the rare occasion he'[ll actually wear dress pants/shirt, but you'd have to beg him to.]
Want To See My Pictures... ¿

And say,
What I wanna say
Tell me I'm an angel,
Take this to my grave.
Tell me I'm a bad man,
Kick me like a stray.
Tell me I'm an angel,
Take this to my grave.

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Well, People Say I'm Like This...¿ [Prankster, Hot Headed, Very cool, loyal, traitor, playful, witty, snarky, sarcastic. ]
I Like Doing This...¿

[/color]Lighting Fires
[/li][li][/color] Playing Pranks
[/li][li] [/color]Bugging Marly [/li][/ul]
But Seriously, I Hate These... ¿

[/color]Water
[/li][li][/color] Snow/The Cold
[/li][li] [/color]Xemnas[/li][/ul]
Well, This Is How I Roll... ¿ [Using Chakrams; Mostly long distance fighting and close combat.]
I Also Use This...¿ [Chakrams ]
Often, This Powers Me...¿ [Fire]
A Little Bit About Me...¿ [kingdomhearts.wikia.com/wiki/Axel]

You better run like the devil,
'Cause they're never gonna leave you alone!
You better hide up in the alley,
'Cause they're never gonna find you a home!
And as the blood runs down the walls,
You see me creepin' up these halls.
I've been a bad motherf**ker
Tell your sister I'm another
Go! Go! Go!

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My Strings Are Attached To...¿ [Aviator/Kriss]
What I'm Jammin~ To...¿ []
A Sample of Brilliance¿ [Fuck Demyx and his night shifts.

Axel was tired. Physically and emotionally. And when Demyx called him to come into work on his first day off in two weeks, it was only natural he'd get upset. After all, he did love Demyx. He loved the man like a brother. (Not like a lover...The thought of doing anything remotely sexual with Demyx made his stomach churn) But it was times like these that made him really wonder why he always called him into work, and not someone else. Then again, maybe Demyx was just trying to be a good friend like always. Wasn't he the one who gave Axel the job at his cafe? Yes, yes he was. So he kind of did owe it to the guy to answer his every beck and call. Or maybe Demyx knew he just really, really needed the money.

A few months ago, he might have refused to go into work. But a few months ago, he was still living with his good friend Riku, who he'd been living with for nearly a year. But then, Riku and Sora finally got together, after years of being 'Just best friends' (Just best friends his ass. He remembered one time he walked in on them making out. To be fair, they were both pretty drunk, but still...) And then, after only a month of them actually dating, Sora and Riku decided they might like to live together. He remembered Riku asked him if it was okay. After all, the silver haired teen didn't want to just up and leave Axel alone. But Axel encouraged him to go and 'Get some of that cute little brunette every night.' He'd gotten hit for hat one, not by Riku, but by Sora.

And so after much debate, Riku left, and Axel was alone. Not that he minded. Quite the opposite. Axel loved being alone at home. After all, now he could do whatever the hell he wanted, whenever he wanted, and however he wanted to. And there would be no more fighting over the remote (Riku loved to watch those stupid sitcoms while Axel enjoyed the Comedy Network.) But being alone meant he had to foot all the bills, pay the rent, pay for any repairs...On his own. And trying to juggle going to school, he was studying to be a tattoo artist, and work was hard. Add shopping, cooking, cleaning up, normal, household things, to the list and you have one very tired Axel. Which brings us back to Demyx asking him to come into work now, at seven thirty in the evening, after Axel was just starting to doze in his favorite chair.

"Come onn Ax-el! Please! You'd really be doing me a favor!"

"That's what you always say." He sighed heavily, listening to Demyx prattle on about how he really needed Axel and how he'd never be able to do anything without the red head. And after a moment, Axel shook his head, rolling his eyes. "Fine fine. I'll come in. Be ther ein a hour or so. I'm walking today."

"Yay! Thanks Axel! Oh, and be careful! Gang activity's up lately...Some kid got shot the other day for what seems like no reason at all. And if you die, it'll be my fault!" Axel rolled his eyes, and after telling Demyx he'd be just fine, he hung up, shaking his head and going through the motions of getting ready for work. Ten minutes later, he was out the door, keys in his pocket, walking to the little cafe on the corner of Oblivion and Oathkeeper. Whistling softly, he weaved through the thinning crowd, ducking into an alley way, a well known shortcut, a route he often took when he was late or in a hurry.

It wasn't until he reached the middle of the semi-dark walkway that he stopped, noticing someone, a kid, he assumed, kneeling in some sort of weird position. He wondered, for a moment, why the hell someone was kneeling down in the dirty, cigarette covered ground, when he noticed what the hell the kid was doing. He had something pressed against his neck, blood was dribbling down his throat...Blinking, his eyes widened in realization. The kid was going to off himself. It wasn't his business, no, but he'd be damned if some kid was going to off himself where he could stop it. Walking over at a bisque pace, he bent forward (More like crouched because of how tall he was) and caught the kids wist, preventing him from digging it further into his neck, and cocked an eyebrow.

"Hey kid. Wadda yah think your doin? Might not be my business, but if someone's tryin to off them self where I can see I'm damn well gonna stop em if I can."
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[Axel]

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[Axel]

∂αиcιиɢ ғℓαмєs⇒ʛσț ιț мємσяιzє∂

Bleh. he hated the weekdays. Why? School. Every damn day, waking up at 6 in the morning to get ready to go to hell for 6 and a half hours every day. Really, Axel didn't see the point of dragging his ass out of his warm, comfy bed every day. He'd much rather sleep. Plus, it took him so damn long to do his hair that it usually wasn't even worth it. Sometimes, if he was feeling lazy, he would pull it back. But usually, he did bother. Usually, Axel took the time because, like a lot of his friends knew, he was somewhat vain and arrogant. Axel thought he was sex walking, and for a lot of people he was. After all, he usually had girls falling at his feet. he didn't really give a damn, to be honest. The only reason he ever went to school was because he wanted to see Roxas, and if he didn't go, his mom would ground his ass. That's why, one could currently find Axel, groomed and ready for school, stuffing a piece of toast into his mouth. Extra dark, just like he liked it. He knew he'd meet Roxas at school, so he wasn't too worried. After all, since he'd met Roxas, school hadn't been such hell. He actually like it, half of the time...Maybe. The days he didn't know Roxas wasn't going to be there were still awful.

Who's idea was it to shove a bunch of teens into a room where they couldn't have a smoke for six hours anyways? And whoever invented homework should be stabbed in the face with something very pointy. or burned to death. Yeah, that sounded appropriate. Axel brushed off his shirt, grabbed his bag, phone and I-pod, and headed out the door, picking his skateboard up off the porch as he went. Xigbar always made fun of him for picking up this hobby but he could go to hell. Axel didn't care; It was faster and Roxas liked it. And the two didn't get to do to much together. While they always played video games and went to the beach and arcade, sometimes, there was just nothing for the two to do. So skateboarding was something that took his mind off of classes and other shit.

He wasn't paying attention, and before he knew it, he was at the school. Dazed, he flipped his fire red skateboard up, catching it and walking towards the school. There school looked more like some weird combination between a church and a jail. It had a bell tower, but there were bars on the windows. The ones on the bathroom windows were reinforced. It was a nice school, really, just a hell hole. He hated coming here, and if he could avoid it, he would. Shaking his head, realizing that wishing school was over wouldn't do him any good, he went to take his first step up the stairs.

And then it happened.

A flash of black and red behind his eyes. Voices inside of his head.

"You can't turn your back on....!

"It's our prize..."

They'll kill you!"

"Roxas!"

Bright, sharp, spinning wheels. Fire. hot. Everything going black.

"...Was the only one I liked..."

And then, just like that, it was all over. Blinking, he noted he was standing with his foot hovering over the bottom step. His head hurt and he felt dizzy and sick. What was that? He never had flashed like that before. What was going on? Was it some kind of dream? Who was the brown haired kid? And why was Roxas there? Why did it seem so familiar? he felt sick. he needed to sit down. Dragging his way into school he found his way to first class, without even stopping to find Roxas, pressing his face into his hands.

What was going on here?

[Axel]

And everything is going to the beat
And everything is going to the beat
And everything is going...♫

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Code To App.. ♥No, not again.
Just Call Me... ♥ Riku
I'm Just Around...♥ Sixteen
I Tower Over People...♥ 6'0"
Well, I Suppose I Could Tell You...♥ 150 Pounds
This Is Where I Come From♥Destiny Islands
Want To See My Pictures... ♥

And you said it was like fire around the brim
Burning solid burning thin the burning rim
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes
You were one inch from the edge of this bed
I dragged you back a sleepyhead...♫

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Well, People Say I'm Like This...♥ Riku is calm, cool and collected. Some consider him to be rather fearless, as he teds to charge right into the fray. However he is also very intelligent, often wondering why things are the way they are, and how things came to be. He can be very competitive and even a little jealous, but he knows what is right, and has a very strong heart. He can be sarcastic and has an odd scene of humor. Riku is very protective over those who he cares about, particularly Sora and Kairi. He no longer submits to the darkness in his heart. instead, Riku embraces it and uses it to his advantage.
I Like Doing This...♥

[/color]Sora
[/li][li][/color] Exploring
[/li][li] [/color]Finding New Worlds. [/li][/ul]
But Seriously, I Hate These... ♥

[/color]Losing
[/li][li][/color]Darkness
[/li][li] [/color]Maleficent [/li][/ul]
Well, This Is How I Roll... ♥ Riku has control over darkness, and can open portals into the dark corridors. Maleficent gave him control over the heartless, and the ability to create Anit Form's, for some time, though it is unknown if he still can control them. He can also use some forms of magic, such as Dark Aura, where he shoots dark balls from his hands, Dark Shield, which he can use to protect himself and others, Cure, which can cure others, and, with Sora's help, can use the limit ability called Eternal Session.
I Also Use This...♥ Riku wields a Keyblade known as the Way to the Dawn, though he also is shown being able to wield Roxas' oblivion and the Keyblade of people's hearts. Also, when under Maleficent's control, he could use a sword known as the Soul Eater.
Often, This Powers Me...♥ None.
A Little Bit About Me...♥
kingdomhearts.wikia.com/wiki/Riku

They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst
With all their lions and all their might and all their thirst
They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin
Against the walls against your rules against your skin
My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors
Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead...♫

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My Strings Are Attached To...♥ Aviator/Kriss
What I'm Jammin~ To...♥
A Sample of Brilliance♥ Another year, another tiring semester, another year of freshman asking for directions every which way. Same shit, different day... it was just the typical college year. Though now he wasn't in the lower class but in fact a class above. Which meant a new sense of pride, respect, room, classes, and the ability to become part of a sorority and enjoy the party's that rose up around him. Yawning, Riku's Nineteen year old body rolled from his bed with a crack here and there, the slight tinge of pain slamming into his back from years of martial arts. The morning was new.

Letting his body raise to a tall standing position while the morning sun slammed into his room. He didn't have parents to wake him up anymore... ever since he finally got into college, they moved away and told him that if he needed any help to call. The apartment is there's, but he was residing in the small studio not to far from Radiant Garden College; the place he truly called home. With a low tilt of his lips, Riku made his way into the bathroom and carefully stripped the boxers and socks he had on - not a usual now that he lives alone. Naked was the normal... but something wasn't right last night. He had a strange feeling something was going to happen; like the moments you get when something just makes you want to scream and cry for help, but nothing actually happened. Rather challenging to put together.

'Gotta make myself look good somewhat today Riku... no more walking around with un-brushed hair and messy clothes,' his mind ran through the thoughts, giving himself the motivation to slide into the shower and wash quickly with warm suds, though his hair was something different. Time was taken, the careful circles spinning against his scalp with strawberry scented shampoo that kept his hair smooth and silky. The hair he never let a soul touch, not even the guys or the girls he had been with.. none of them were even close to special to handle his silver locks. It was just a personal thing. Some people have there little peeves.. like Riku refused to let anyone touch his locks. Carefully washing the soap from his hair, Riku turned off the shower and was soon to climb out of the warm sectioned off area into a cold but damp bathroom.

Shivering quickly, Riku snatched up a towel and let the warm piece of cloth drape from his waist while walking to his open apartment. Everything except the bathroom was in one room... a studio was something he could afford rather than an apartment with multiple rooms. It was perfect for one person. "One person," his voice clearly showed he was tired, but it held that tinge of hurt. His parents weren't around and he was dumped this summer by his former lover of almost two years. They were going to share this place: as in them, together. But the time came along he just couldn't take Riku anymore. The antisocial boy was just too much for the jittery blonde.

"Look at me, I'm talking to myself again... am I too lonely?" The sterling haired boy laughed quietly and dried his body off, and soon dressed into his casual clothes.

A relaxing day was ahead, a day where he could enjoy the scenery of the college and the people meeting up with friends after parting for the summer. Most left and went back 'home' to their parents and family, while some stayed and continued their education at a sped up pace to graduate just a tad earlier than everyone else. Riku did part of the first, but mainly stayed in the region. The occasional trip to the beach where he would proceed to draw the horizon or watch the sunset; or a trip to a little island he tended to call home. Not many went these days; not many knew about the piece of land... but one thing was for sure, is that it was clearly cut off from civilization.

A row boat had to be taken, the place had forts of past children who played there and discarded clothes would occasionally surface, ripped, from the sand or the trees. Palm trees, waterfall, forts and cave. He'd have to make another visit soon, the beaches called and the clam waters were waiting for a perfect dive. The fish needed an open flame and the fruit needed teeth. With a sigh, Riku snatched his house keys and car key, then his bag and cellphone while his body slipped from the apartment like a silent assassin.

Carefully locking the door his feet dragged him down the hall and out of the apartment complex and to the dirt parking lot. A warm breeze and the smell of bar be Q hit him straight in the face. The college wasn't too far from the apartments... that smell was from the dorm's having parties. Falling into his car he took off and made his way to the college parking lot - his usual place and turned of the engine. It was more of a rush now he was at school; his body moving from the car without his bag and locking it up. Freshman orientation was just about to start and he needed to be in the area.

'Hmm.. no one familiar yet,' his thoughts went along with his eyes scanning the crowd heading into the building. He didn't even realize his arms bumped with a few, but his body jolted forward in a trip when he hit someone's leg. Riku's head tilted back just slightly, his sea green eyes staring at brown spikes and bright blue eyes that made him shiver.

"...Freshman...".