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I...

I can't... remember anything. What happened to make me act like that, what I was even thinkin'... I know I tried to get back to the elevator. I saw the storm coming.

[He runs a hand through his hair, now furious that he had been that easily manipulated.]

I just can't do it.

/STORMS TO YOUR ROOM.

Date: 2011-11-13 08:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com
[The sound of the sitar actually helps him find the place a little easier, in fact.

And with his own SOLDIER speed, it isn't long before he's already there, and sneaking up on the Nobody. Behind a lawn chair. Because this is the *best* place to sneak around.]

/PUTS CHAIR UNDER DOORKNOB

Date: 2011-11-14 11:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ninthserenade.livejournal.com
[What is that sense of foreboding doom? Must've been the wind!

Look at how easy of a target he is, Zack!]

/KICKS DOWN THAT DOOR.

Date: 2011-11-15 06:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com
[Thaaat's right, Demyx. Nothing to be afraid of. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvCI-gNK_y4) Just a lawn chair and nothing more...

He sneaks closer, his footsteps quiet. He circles around the other man carefully, and when he's close enough?

SURPRISE TACKLEGLOMP.]

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