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RP Log 4: Day with a friend [Oct. 17th, 2006|12:54 am]
(Closed to Larxene)

Having split ways with Hayner and Olette, the red head lead his companion away from the library, feeling much more relaxed than he had in a long time. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, glaring up at the sky a bit.
Of course the weather had to be shitty.

"So, where to?" Axel asked, glancing at Larxene. "You're call m'dear." he teased, smirking slightly.

There was plenty of things to do in the city..it was just a question of if you could find the decent things to do.
It also depended on whether or not the weather was going to hold up on them.

"...We could always get food..." he mused, eyes narrowing a bit in thought. Glancing at his companion again, he shifted some and bumped into her. "Well?" What's the call Lar-lar?"
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Journay Entry 7 [Oct. 15th, 2006|11:14 am]
[Current Mood |sicksick]


This are getting..interesting down below. The boss is throwing some shit fit about...the usual I guess and he's got us all working double time.
Apparently there are so big races going on this coming week and a few big shots are coming down to play poker with the boss.
Which of course means that I'm going to be running twice as many bets as I'm use too.

If I could quit now I would.

I just hope it doesn't turn into another slaughter. As entertaining as it can be, I really don't want those visuals. Damn memory...wish there was some way to just...get rid of it or something!

...Started another song...I can't...get that kid out of my head. Roxas I think his name was, at least that's what Hayner told me.
Its stupid, I shouldn't even be thinking about him but I am...
Back to the drawing board I guess.
Things just keeping getting more fucked up...
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Journal Entry 6: Song? [Oct. 12th, 2006|10:52 am]
[Current Mood |creativecreative]
[Current Tunes |'Poor Unfortunate Souls' -Jonas Brothers]

"Stop the clock
Take time out
Time to regroup
Before you loose the bout
Face the thrill
Back it up
Time to refocus
Before they lap it up

Year's are getting shorter
The lines on your face are getting longer
Feel like you're treading water
But the riptide's getting stronger
Don't panic, don't jump ship
Can't find it, like taxes
At least it happens
Only once in your life"

...I actually may get this one finished. My new roommate, I mentioned him before, Hayner told me I should try putting the words I wrote on the subway to a tune I was toying with...so I tried it...and its actually...
Well, not going to get my hopes up.

But we'll see.
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RP log 3: Tour of the block [Oct. 6th, 2006|11:09 am]
(Open to anyone, especially Hayner)

Never having been much of a morning person, it was about 10 o'clock when Axel finally dragged himself out of bed.
And even then, it was still early for him.

Groggy and completly unaware of anything, the red head dragged himself to the bathroom for a nice hot shower, rubbing his eyes with his palms as he went.
"Stupid mornings..." he grumbled, and slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door with his foot.
For a moment, he did nothing, just let himself actually wake up before he did anything else. Last night had been a bit scary. Hayner had really scared him. Poor kid..God only knows what his nightmares were about.
Sure, Axel had his fair share of them but his weren't quite to the extreme that the blonde's seemed to have been at.

Running a hand through his bedworn spikes, the bookie pushed himself away from the bathroom door and started the shower, stretching his arms over his head as the water began to heat up.
At least the kid had gotten back to sleep...whether he slept all night or not was another story.

But the red head would worry about it once he could think straight.
Right now, shower time.
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Journal Entry 5 [Oct. 5th, 2006|04:41 pm]
[Current Mood |creativecreative]

I threw away the song I had halfway finished. Looking at it now..it didn't fit...But I wrote something else, well, thought of something else.
Putting it here so I don't forget. (I need to get a new notebook...)

Stop the clock
Take time out
Time to regroup
before you loose the bout
Face the thrill
Back it up
Time to refocus (Change this line maybe..?)
before they lap it up

Needs work...
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Journal Entry 4: New roommate [Oct. 5th, 2006|11:23 am]
[Current Mood |pensivepensive]
[Current Tunes |'Waiting on the world to change' -John Mayer]

Ya ya, I know what you're thinking.
'He actually let someone move into his flat?!'

I did.
His name's Hayner, a kid that I ran into on the subway. He was living at the Mission, and I just...I'm really not sure why I offered. I just felt like it. He's a nice kid. Going to repay me by cleaning up the place.
Which is fine by me, I hate cleaning.
He seems like a really good kid. There's something about it...he acts like he's hiding stuff but it doesn't seem to really bother him. He's hard to read.
I think that's what got me curious about him in the first place.

Other than that..nothing really eventful...

Private..Collapse )
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RP Log 2: At the races [Oct. 2nd, 2006|11:36 pm]
(Open to anyone)


A shot fired through the air and the gates swung open, the eight race dogs shooting out of their confinements like jets. The dogs were well trained, if not extremely hyped up on steroids, making the race a close one.
But every spectator knew who was going to win.
The same dog that always one. Number thirty-two. Hindsight Twenty Twenty.

As the dogs sped around the track, green eyes followed the animals, noting the way the usual winner took the lead in the last stretch, the female canine pushing herself.
It was what the dogs were meant to do. It was sad but it was life in the underground.
Axel pushed away from the railing he had been leaning out, pulling a small black book out of his jacket's pocket, thumbing through the pages. He'd actually gotten quite a few people that bet against number thirty-two, which meant a promising cut for him.
Now he just had to find the bastards that had placed bets.

Snapping the book shut, Axel tucked it back into his pocket and headed for the suites, knowing that all his usual cilental were there. He weaved through the crowd with a practiced skill, knowing how to avoid brushing up against people. He really did not feel like loosing anything else to pick pockets.
Grabbing the railing and jerking himself up the steps, he took them two by two, when he could, making for the main walkway that lined the track. The suites were just an elevator ride from there.
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Journal Entry 3: Watched a man die... [Oct. 1st, 2006|02:02 pm]
[Current Mood |morosedont know..]
[Current Tunes |'Teotihuacan' -Noel Gallagher]


Sure, I've seen plenty of dead people. Tons of them actually. See them in alleys or when I go in to collect bets...but I've never seen someone die.

I...My head's still reeling a bit.
Wasn't that it was sickening really but it was.......................Sometimes I wonder why I took this job.
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RP Log 1: Raining [Sep. 30th, 2006|11:24 pm]
(Open to anyone)

It never seemed to stop raining in Neon City. And when it did rain, the sun never came out.
Not surprising that Axel liked the place, if only for that reason. He'd rather have rain then sunshine anyday.

A pretty good storm had blown in and the red head had left his apartment, deciding a walk in the rain was better than sitting in his dreary place of residence.
He passed no other people and no cars passed as he walked the streets, his beat up old jacket the only thing protecting him from the rainfall. Red spikes had gone flat and hung down around his face, and of course, his vision was obscured. He was use to it though and merely swiped them to the side as he walked, waiting until they slid back in the way before he did it again.

Coming upon one of the only lit streetlights on block he was walking, Axel stopped underneath it, glancing up into the dull light.
It didn't surprise him that the light was dull.
Everything was dull in this city.
He merely shook his head and turned to face down the street, leaning back against the lamp post.
He had music he could have been working on...hell, he had a job the next day that he could be getting ready for...but like usual, he would rather drown out the real world by standing in the rain.
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Journal Entry 2: [Sep. 30th, 2006|11:17 pm]
[Current Mood |listlesslistless]
[Current Tunes |'Quasimodo' -Lifehouse]

(Friends only...)

Got another job from down below today.

Looks like they need a new bookie for the dog races. Last guy probably got taken out for embezzling. Idiots. Some people never learn.
But it looks like I'm expected to make the rounds tomorrow and collect everything. I feel bad for the dogs...But hey, it puts money in my pocket. (Maybe I'll get some idiots making full-cover bets. That'll make my life good.)
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