zexion/ienzo

Alex's heart beat sped up as her legs wer hoisted up onto Michelle's shoulders, and the blond look around at the crowd to give an effect. Many of them were booing but in the background the blond could hear faint chants of her name and as Michelle held the position a split second longer, the chants helped her determination grow as she went for an original, yet risky twist of a move. Alex locked her ankles behind Michelle's neck, making the female give her a shocked look. Alex allowed a small satisfactory grin, hoisting her upper body up before Michelle could lock her legs around her arms, and twisted her body to do a mix of a Hurricana and end with her sending Michelle crashing into the middle of the ring. Alex blinked, taking a second to catch her breath before realizing this was her chance. Michelle was out cold, and Layla was to terrified to come back in. This could very well be the first win for her first night appearing. Alex dove over Michelle, hoisting her leg up and holding her shoulders down to get that magical pin-fall. The crows was erupting with excitement and even Randy watched with anticipation. Alex almost didn't believe it when the bell rang on the count of three and her music cue on. She had done it. She had won. "All eyes on me, In the center of the ring, Just like a--circus~..." The music was blaring as the referee held her hand high in the ring, the hosts' voice echoing across the ecstatic arena. "And your winner is; So~phia~!"

Laying on the surface of the ring momentarily to recover, Alex moaned slightly, blinking blearily up at Michelle. Her strong uppercut Had sent her tumbling to the ground towards Michelle's corner. She glanced at Randy for support but only got a blank stare. Alex mentally gave him a pat on his back for playing his role but the Sophia side of her felt disheartened by that. She staggered to her feet, leaning against the corner where Layla was blindly, not realizing that she left herself open. The tan brunette, locked her arms in place to render her useless as Alex struggled to break free. And there she an opportunity. Michelle was preparing for a Spear into the corner where she was trapped. Quick mind working, she brought her legs down into a split, the sudden drop yanking Layla forward as the other blond made her move. The result was a collision between the two as Alex rolled out of the ring to safety to catch her breath. Once she did so, she found Layla to be "faking" being out cold as the script suggested and Michelle wobbling as she walked. Alex rolled quickly into the ring, grabbing the chair and raising it above her head to smash into Michelle-but hesitated. Instead, she looked up to the glowing Wrestlemania 27 sign and dropped the chair, pointing at it. The fans went wild as Michelle took the opportunity to swing a jab at her and Alex dodged, turning around to catch her in an RKO. Randy would have been proud if it hadn't been for Layla sneaking behind her with a newfound chair and smacking her in the back of the head, leaving her dazed next to a fallen Michelle.

Grimacing at her idiocy, Alex slipped out of her green zip up, knowing full well it'd get in the way while fighting, leaving her in her signature (or soon to be anyway) black camisole, jean shorts, and heels. How she detested those heels. The practice she had in those shoes nearly killed her. And she couldn't have that. Disregarding Michelle's comment as the opening music for her died down, Alex reached up to tighten her pony tail and secure her gloves which was supposed to be, as Stephanie explained it, "Sophia's" sign that she was going to be an easy pin. "As you wish Michelle." Raising her fists, Alex circled Michelle skillfully, trying to push aside the self pity she held for herself. Not only was she in front of three WWE legends but also millions of people who were going to decide if they like her even more or not after this match. Shaking her head out of the clouds just in time as Michelle took a mighty swing at her, she ducked out of reflex and nailed her in the stomach with a flexible kick. Randy resisted the urge to smirk, his character staying in it's role of not caring much for the match. Alex then made a quick movement behind Michelle, raising into a high roundhouse kick aimed for her mostly bare back. Thank god the wrestling was, for the most part fake, because if she had to seriously kick the blond in the back with these shoes...well, she'd never let herself live it down.

[align=center]"Oh, Written In The Stars, A million miles away, A message to the main..."[/align] This is a 1 x 1, WWE RP with Zexion's_Lover_46 and it will (mainly) be CM Punk x OC. The OC's name is Alex; Alex Wright. She's always wanted to be a WWE female wrestler and now her moment has come after overcoming many nearly impossible hardships. She's fought to get noticed and recognized, to let her shout to WWE be heard... [align=center] "Seasons come and go, But I will never change, And I'm on my way~"[/align] Follow Alex and her new companions as she comes alive with inspiration, crumbles from crushed faith, and reignites with over due love. Follow Alex and her fellow wrestlers as she works to get her name Written In The Stars... ~~~ Alex tried hard not to get worked up as she sat anxiously in the locker room of the backstage arena, tugging at her sleeves gently. From her she could hear the crowds cheering, chanting for their wrestlers to come out as the Monday Night Raw kick off to a upbeat start. Tonight was her first night, not only being aired on National TV, but also being introduced into the WWE world of professional wrestling as her very own character; Sophia. It had taken months to prepare her stirrings with Stephanie McMahon just to make sure everything was planned accordingly. The entrance had to be just right and Alex had endured much rehearsing for this moment (Stephanie wanted her to get this right first time around, any slip ups would mess up her image and development for sure). Even still, nausea was already churning in her stomach. "You alright?" The blond flicked her hazel eyes up to the one and only, Randy Orton who was still out of character and smiling warmly. He knew how tough this was going to be for her. Alex was pretty sure that the others on the show tonight weren't even aware of who exactly she was other than that she was a new recruit. Alex nodded, looking nervously again and taking a deep breath. Just don't firetruck up and you'll be fine...

Namine sat huddled in Miss Aqua's Math class, sinking as low as she could in her desk, ATMs wrapped around her stomach. It was finally showing and she still couldn't get the bleeding to stop. How much longer would she have to wait till it finally stopped? She could feel the red stickiness seeping onto the skin of one of her hands and she already felt a migrant coming upon her. She couldn't get up and ask to go to the nurse though. Either her Math teacher would make a bi deal out of it or she' hush her and tell her to wait since Miss Aqua was usually oblivious to everything when teaching her subject. Of course, that might be why she could deal with the stares and wolf whistles she got from the boys. Namine wouldn't be able to deal with it without blush raking over her face. Her stomach still throbbed. From next to her she could see one of the girls in her class, Xion, shoot a concerned look. But Namine knew that it was probably used to covernup the accusing looks she so often received. Why would that onyx haired girl (who she knew as Roxas' cousin) worry about her? If anything, shed be blaming Namine as a distraction, even though that wasn't true. The blond carefully took notes with a trembling hand, strugglin to not let the salty liquid that welled up in her blue eyes to slip down her cheeks. That would be both embarrassing and a burden on all in the classroom. And Namine knew she was enough of a burden what with forcing her classmates to share the same subject--no, scratch that. The same school. The breath was knocked out of his lungs and they protested greatly at the loss, making Roxas inhale deeply, only to have it caught in his throat. Sora had already abandoned him to go to first period a few minutes before. He had no one to help him...not that he needed it. At least, that's what he was trying to fool himself into thinking. He knew it was Axel who was breathing venom into his system, eyes glowing with a burning hate towards him. As Roxas was about to taunt him he stopped, his sapphire eyes widening as cool metal pushed slightly against the skin of his neck, a little to close to his veins for comfort. It was the pocket knife he had left. And Axel had it to his throat. Sweet merciful--Roxas tried not to panic, he really did. He reached up feebly to try and pull the knife at a more comfortable distance away, eyes never wavering from the blade. Now, in all honesty, he knew he had to drop his tough act because it might just get him killed but he was known for letting his pride get the best of him like anger was known to get te best of the red head. "It's a-against school rules to h-have a weapon in school. And beside the fact," Roxas took a deep breath to stare evenly up at Axel in what he hoped was a confident way (though he was sure he had failed). "I have n-no clue what you're going on about."

Namine sighed shakily, reaching into her locker to pull out the binders she'd need for first period and the classes after that that were to come. She had lost feeling in her ankle in the bus, so whenever she walked on it all she felt was a slightly painful, prickling that one might get when their foot is asleep. Namine winced as she leaned down though, her stomach injury not proving to kind. It was painful to deal with and she constantly had to check her shirt. Miraculously, the red liquid hadn't bled through yet to stain her shirt. Namine couldn't even remember how she got that wound but it may have been from that sharp knife Xigbar always carried aroubd with him. If her mama was still her she would have never permitted anyone to lay a finger on her. But her mama wasn't here, no, she was dead. Namine felt her eyes well up for the second time today an she hid her head in her locker to hide the waterfall of tears that poured out. "I-It's not fair." Roxas knew Axel was here. It was evident in the commotion he could make out from downstairs. The Freshman were horrible in terns if lowering their voices and keeping quiet. But the Juniors were at fault to. A few girls screamed as they were either pushed out of the way or glared at and even some Seniors upstairs were exchanging uneasy glances. Axel was pissed. He was in for a riot. And Roxas didn't give a damn. He withheld a cocky smirk on his face. Leaning against te door of his locker, eyes closed in serenity. It didn't matter that a certain delinquent was on the hunt for him and would find him soon. He had shown exactly who Axel was messing with and what happened when you embarrassed him. Nobody, and he meant nobody, humiliated Roxas. ((Sorry for the shor posts, I'm in school so...yeah ^^'))

Namine sobbed, limping to her bus stop painfully. Just when everything ha seemed okay, it wasn't anymore. Last night, Vexen and Xigbar had Vern much crueler to her. The beatings seemed to be twice as harsh. Or maybe she just felt more vulnerable now that Demyx had a vague idea of what was going on. All she knew was that it was hard to walk on her left leg and that a scratch on her stomach wouldn't stop bleeding. Hopefully it wouldn't stain through her blouse. That'd be unfortunate. And god forbid Demyx saw it. Then she'd be in for it. The bus ride was quicker than usual, a few Juniors were missing and some Freshman. But it wasn't like Yhat wa life changing. It just meant she'd get to school quickly and second period would soon be her savior. No one noticed though as she cried historically on the bus. Roxas was feeling very triumphant when he walked into school the next morning, blond hair in it's perfect windswept style and blue eyes gleaming. He didn't care if they were chuckling because of what happened yesterday, they were going to be laughing because of today. Because he had done what no one had done before. He'd succeeded in getting back at Axel. He leaned against his locker, Sora chatting next to him as he closed his eyes, letting the feeling of well done sink in. Oh he was happy--no, scratch that. He was practically ecstatic. That should have taught Axel a lesson. And the lecture he got in the morning, well, that was worth it. To he'll if he cared what his dad really punished him with anymore.

Roxas had no trouble whatsoever finding Axel and his house. He knew te directions by heart figuringthat if he'd ever need to make a runfor it he knew the way back inside and out along with any quicker routes. There were no lights on in the house, giving it a slightly creepy aura due to te blackness if the night. Te blond was surprised he could even see where he had been going. But sooner than later, Axel's car came into view and he smirked slightly, pulling out his pocket knife. He knew that if he ever had a grand idea to get him killed this would be it, but he needed to do this. At least, if Axel snapped, he would leaving this Earth with a satisfied grin compared to a frightened scowl. Being sure to keep quiet, Roxas began. The blond started with the tires, slashing holes towards the back of the tires in them that way they wouldn't be noticeable in the morning. Once satisfied with his shredding it was on to the paint job where he skillfully carved paths of nothing into the red paint job. He went a little deeper than necessary but, hey, who was he to complain. Roxas was nevernone for revenge. But when he got it, oooh he got it alright. Looking up he grinned, noticing the car was unlocked. Interior damage? Oh hell yes. Roxas slid inside, pleased at how smooth the leather was. It made sitting more comfortable and the fabric easy to tear. And tear it he did. While straddling the seat, he embedded the blade into Axel seat, draggin it down the middle and then off to the side, the sound more than enough to make him giggle. The next seat he also demolished, pulling out any of the stuffing to thefloor to make it fall limp. Satisfied, Roxas pulled out his piece of paper and pen, scribblin a messy note: "Look who's laughing now~" And stuck it to the steering wheel. And just to make a point, he slipped out of the car and jabbed the pocket knife into the roof of the car, sticking straight up, and he wasn't afraid to kick out the headlights either as he walked by, smirking to himself, humming a mindless tune in his head. But once home, his good mood didn't last. He managed to sneak inside his practically manor Abd Sora met him with scared eyes. "Mum and Dad are looking for you." "Upstairs?" "Yep." "Are they mad?" A stiff nod. Roxas sighed heavily, looking up at the grand stair case. "Tell them I went to sleep over at Hayner's for the night to study or something, I don't feel like hearing a lecture now."

((For the moment, Namine will be put on hold. I think the mods will kill me if I put anything to graphic on here about what happens to her ^^')) Roxas flopped onto his bed, happy that evening was quickly approaching. He had been in his master bedroom all evening since he got home, planning out what he was going to do and if it made him insane that he was considering it. He hadn't even come down when his mom called him down for dinner and his dad thundered that he take away his allowance. Big whoop, he didn't get money. He knew his dad didn't ever go through with his threats anywhere. It was actually a rarity to see the blond at the dinner table, let alone eating. He wasn't anorexic, but definitely a bit underweight. He just...wasn't hungry for all that gormuet food. He wanted to be normal for once and grab a burger with his dad. But that was like asking for his brother to stop being so hyper active. Roxas sighed, looking out the window next to his bed. A balcony, to small to fit more than two people on it was present, his way of escaping. He technically wasn't allowed out after 10 but he had to do this. Maybe to prove a point to Axel or maybe because he enjoyed the threats, at least up until they were carried out. Grumbling, the blond opened the doors carefully and looked down. Two stories to the ground. Despite his fear of heights, Roxas was really only afraid of them if he had to be dangled over to certain injury or death. But he'd practiced this enough to know he'd be alright without worry. Slinging a leg over the side of the marble structure, Rxas hooked his leg on the drain pipe going down to the 1st story wher he could safely jump and land with a few scratches and a bruise, nothing serious. And he did just that, landing in the grass with a thump, flinching only from the skinned palms he received from the rough gravel hidden under the grass. Wobbling, Roxas stood up, heading over in the direction of Axel's house that Riku had pointed him to. The silverette hated Axel almos as much as Roxas made it seem he did. He thumbed the pocket knife in his jeans, smirking. Axel's precious baby vehicle was in for a...rough night.

Namine was dreading walking through the door to her house when she stepped off the bus, the one story building looming over her. To anybody, even the neighbors, it just appeared to be a normal suburban house. But that's what was misleading about the home. It was warm and welcoming until you entered and were trapped like bird in a cage until the next morning. The white paint and warm curtains were a facade aiding her father in twisting the truth and keeping Namine coming home with the thoughts that maybe, just maybe, things would get better. But it was very clear that they wouldn't. Things could only get worse. The brisk, October chill reminded her it was either tough it up or freeze to death and she wasn't foolish. Vexen would be mad at her either way. If she freezes he'd complain about how she died on his property. So with withering confidence she crept into the house, looking around. Everything was cleaned without a speck to be seen, perfectly neat. Vexen hated anything dirty. Thinking she was safe, Namine made a move to go to her room before a chuckle she recognized to much to be Xigbar and another cold voice rang in. "Where do you think you're going?" Namine knew it was her father accompanying Xigbar without having to think twice. Well to say the least, Roxas was finally free from those damn cuffs and Sora had found him in time to lend him his Gym clothes and head home with him. The blond lived in a rich neighborhood, heaving a firm director for a dad. Needless to say money was definitely made. However, it meant more to be expected from Roxas and Sora, but truthfully, that wasn't Roxas' thing. He wasn't any more concerned about the company than he was about the dent he had left in the handle getting the cuffs off at school. Oh Axel would pay, he'd pay dearly. And thanks to Riku he knew exactly where he was and how to get back at him. What better way than to start with his pride and joy and then crush his dignity. Round One: Axel's Smokin' and awesome car. Roxas new better than to think he had bought it judging from the model it was to. Oh revenge was going to be sweet, he thought bitterly, slipping on a pair of black jeans. He'd have to blend in with the night to get away with this.

Namine's eyes widened, realizing she hadn't been as subtle as she had planned. Or maybe she hadn't given Demyx enough creditor being observant. Now that made her feel guilty. Taking some steps back she shook her head, fear coming across her features. She wasn't denying him the truth, no, she was dnying him the right of saying anything to anyone. Even Professor Ansem. Students bustled around in the hall and she used that to her advantage, shrinking into the crowd to get out of sight. She didn't want to leave Demyx like that but there were people around. If that got around school she wouldn't come back. But not because she would have gotten to herself. Because someone might have gotten to her first. As she ventured through the halls, panicking a bit to just get on the buses and leave it at that, she was aware of kids laughing. Not just your little chuckles, howling laughter that you'd hear at a good comedy stand up. Why? Namine didn't want to find out. She had a bus to hide her life away one. However, Roxas wasn't given that luxury as one: Axel sat slipping the last of his pants off and he was handcuffed to the door. He really though he had the red hea there to! Blush bloomed across his features like a wild fire and he growled at Axel, clearly enrage and pissed off beyond belief. How could he? How dare he?! "You mother--I'll get you back for this Axel! I don't care what you say, you just made a big mistake!" He may have lost this battle but he'd be damned if the war was ending. He'd win and he would be the one to crush the Senior. No doubt about it. Right now though, he just had to deal with these handcuffs, his chilling close-to-being nudity, and the laughter. He hated being laughed at. Roxas had to give Axel credit though despite his anger; he knew how to humiliate someone.

Namine, tightened her grip on her bag slung over her shoulder, looking up at Demyx, analyzing the blond. She was used to this kind of question and had seen it in all it's forms. There was the time it was asked only to make it seem like someone cared or when someone asked only to ask, not really caring whether the answer was yes or no. She had expected the first option to be clear when she locked eyes with Demyx but was startled to find she was wrong. He was completely genuine in his question, the concern almost visible in his conflicting emotions. Those aqua eyes were asking if she was okay. Either Demyx really cared or he was a really, really good actor. She hoped it was the former (or latter? I always mix them up...). "Yeah, I think so. Marly didn't really hurt me that badly. A-And the kids on the bus usually leave me alone. I'll be okay on the way...home. Her voice faltered on those words, knowing full well the bus ride would be her only sanctuary until she hit her street. Today was Monday, and her dad always had bad days. And the fact that Halloween was approaching didn't make his mood any better. Vexen hated kids and having them come up to his door asking for candy was enough to make him self destruct. But he never did. Roxas blinked, trying not to shudder from the saliva dripping down his face and onto the crook of his neck. It may not be a lot of it but spit was spit and it was a bit disgusting to say the least. Roxas glared vibrantly at Axel. It was one thing to attempt whatever stunt this was but now, oh now this was personal. No matter what one might say, being slit in the face was the most disrespectful in his book. And Axel was going to learn that the hard way. Watching as he fumbled with the bag, Roxas stomped on Axel's foot. Hard. He was glad the red head was wearing his thin crappy shoes to, if he had on his boots that may have hurt. One minute till the bell rung and the students flooded the campus front. "You're messing with the wrong Sophtmore." Roxas warned hooking two fingers around Axel's belt loops the best he could with one arm being held in a death grip and tugged down his low rise jeans. He wanted to the wear them practically off? Then Roxas would take the courtesy of pantsing him. "How do you like it?" Roxas said, breath escaping him as he realized he did it. He was going to humiliate Axel.

Namine carefully accepted the blond's hand, hoisting herself up gracefully to her feet with the help of Demyx steadying her. As she straightened out the wrinkles in her shirt she looked up at Demyx, taken by surprise with the offer. Sure, with Axel's help they'd get off her back but who's to say the red head would even be inclined to help her? After all, it was no secret that Axel now had a bone to pick with Roxas and Roxas used to be her crush. What if he figured that anyone who knew Roxas wasn't worth his help? The possibilities of denial hit her like a ton of bricks and she furiously shook her head, blond hair flopping back and forth slightly. "No, th-that's okay, really. It's nice of you but not even they deserve s-such an experience with A-Axel." Just the name itself made her shiver. She looked up at the digital clock blinking in the hallway. 5 minutes before the bell rang. Roxas held in a yelp of discomfort as his arm was tugged and the bitter wind from being in front of the school bit viscously at his collarbone, leaving the flawless flesh to turn red from the cold. Anger slightly sparked within him at Axel's comment, but he was lacking a bit in kindling. Though, the thought of whatever Axel was going to do to him should be enough of a reason to try. "Because you are a coward and this proves it." Roxas huffed, shivering as his hands grew numb, he couldn't feel them scratching at Axel's forearm and wrist anymore so he dug into the skin harder. "You can't take someone standing up to you for one small period and n-now you have to do this and go to the extremes." Roxas bit back the chills galloping down his spin. "Why do you have to be in control all the time? Is it a superiority complex you have or something, honestly. Now let me go!"

((Sorry for my crappy post before, I was on the bus and I couldn't think to much ^^')) Namine bit her lip, watching the two who had previously ambushed her trudge down the hall, Marluxia trying to hold up a drunkenly staggering Seipher. Once she was sure they were out of view and wouldn't come back, she nodded sadly, fumbling with the sleeve of her shirt. "They do. This...this is the tenth or so time this month." Namine admitted, realizing that their last attack was what drove her to cutting herself. That and her body knew it was a disgrace and so did her mind. In a sick way it wa like hitting the self-destruct button. Seipher didn't used to be so bad. Before this gear they even talked like friends. But Marluxia, well, he's hated her for the longest time and found her a perfect target from the start. Up until this year he hadn't made a move nor had he controlled Seipher. She sat quietly next to Demyx, looking at the floor, trying to think of what to say to break the silence, or maybe just to calm her therapist down, which was a bit ironic to think of actually. "If it helps, they never beat me up to badly. Seifer knows whento stop u-usually." Roxas struggled. No, that was a false estimation. He was restless and desperate, frantically, prying at Axel's tight fingers. What was that bag? What was he going to do to him with that? The blond's first thought was suffocation by putting it over his head, but...Axel wouldn't kill somebody because he was ticked right? Right? He also thought of numerous other possibilities (rape, kidnapping, ect.) but all seemed to nonsensical of the current Axel. Still, Roxas' "I told you so" voice was ringing out in hi head. Screw being stubborn, he had to do something less the red head made a move first. Trying to dig his heels into the tile to slow him down he yanked roughly on his arm, feeling his hands shake. "H-Hey, let me go! You can't do this, I-I was kidding! Axel please!" Roxas was surprised at how his voice had changed from confident to one of Axel's many scared-to-death victims.

Giving a yelp of pain, Namine was thankful to be released by the pink haired male, but certainly unappreciative of Demyx getting thrown to the floor, a sickening crack resounding through the halls. Namine quickly crawled next to him, panic filling her eyes. She didn't want him to be hurt or seriously injure or anything or...or... "Demyx are you okay?!" She asked quickly, looking over the blond quickly. She didn't care that Marluxia had so viscously threatened her. Even if it would come back to her, she wanted Demyx to be safe. She didn't want him to get involved. "I told you not to." She mumbled, lifting his head carefully to check the back of it, not caring about his smile. It was in no way reassuring to her. Roxas let that small gasp of freight escape his lips as that devious smirk was replaced with an unkind glimmer in his thick, poison green eyes and a deep frown. It hit Roxas a little bit harder now that he realized what he had done. God damn pissed off Axel of all people! Who cares about the impression he had made to his friend's as a hero, he was going to get injured now! At least, that's what the small, concerned voice in the very back of his head was yelling. But his stubborness certainly decided to stay strong. But he seriously didn't want to say what he did. "Because I hate Seniors like you act like they're all that, pushing people around. I hate cowards--" Roxas froze. He didn't just say that. He didn't. Just. Say. That. Was he insane? Calling Axel a--oh he just didn't know when to shut up!

Namine watched as Demyx gave a solid knee to Seipher's gut, causing the blond teen to double over in pain while groaning. She was sure that had to have hurt, anything to the gut was unpleasant. That much she knew. As Marluxia's acquaintance fell to his knees, she took this opportunity to struggle feriously against Marluxia's hold, wincing as the process made her hair tugged even harsher. A pathetic whimper escaped her lips, making her shut her eyes tightly. She was glad Demyx was here and willing to help her, but she doubted Marly would be that easy to take down. She could feel the muscles in his hands flexing angrily already. Namine shook her head, looking desperately at Demyx. She didn't want him to get hurt. Not after they starte of getting along... "Dem' d-don't! You'll be hurt!" Roxas swallowed roughly, shutting his locker after retrieving his homework, glaring defiantly up at the red head in disinterest. "I don't need to be to handle you." Roxas chided, making a move to get away from Axel. He knew better than to linger. With 10 minutes left until the bell rung, Axel could pull any stunt on him. Any stunt. The blond didn't like the thought off that. It unnerved him to think the delinquent could and most likely would take an oppurtunity to hurt him.

((Regardless, you make a pretty badass Marly And I gt the cutesy visual of Demyx coming up to sve Namine. It was adorable x3)) Namine let out a cry of pain as her hair was tugged fiercely and books taken from her. Marluxia really was a cruel person. He may have look like a kind gentlemen but as her Uncle Luxord used to say; looks can be deceiving. It was true to. Sh watched as Seifer took her things out of her grasp and she attempted to reach feebly for them. Namine knew all to well how pathetic she looked, blindly groping for her things when her hair was being held in a vice grip. Couldn't they have picked another day to mess with her. "Please...stop." She pleaded, reaching her hands up to untangle the fingers knotting her hair. Seipher chuckled, beginning to walk away before a sharp, loud voice broke through that hall, echoing of the walls like a shout in a cave. Blinking one eye open while seeing through her growing tears, Namine spotted a familiar musician walking in a huff down the hall towards them. "You two gonna pick on someone your own size or am I gonna have to break up two stupid fights today?" Namine halted her struggle for just a moment in disbelief. Demyx...was helping her? Seifer sneered. "What's it matter to you Senior, 's not like we're trying to off her, thats her job." Roxas stiffened, the blond hairs on the back of his neck sticking up in freight. He wasn't attacking first. Bad thing, that was a very bad thing! Swallowing, Roxas pushed himself closer to his locker, holding his Science binder and personal Notebook close to his chest. This might as well be the beginning of the end. "I have a name, a-and it's not blondie." Roxas stated sharply, cursing himself for his slight stutter. Without someone to prove himself to he was a bit less able than before. He supposed it was the crowds of admiration around him that let him shoot his mouth off like a smart aleck. Now, with those said crowds absent, he was at a loss.

Namine swallowed the lump in her throat, hanging her head in an attempt to hide her face with her hair. If they didn't see her they'd go away for sure, she prayed, turning around to walk away from the duo. However, Seipher's hand grabbed her shoulder in a way that ordered her to stay as she was reluctantly pulled back into the lockers. Namine could already feel the red marks that were surely left on the shoulder of her skin forming and bit her lip, clutching her binders tightly. She stil had 20 or so minutes to wait out. Well wasn't this swell. "Now, now, where do you think you're going? Off to slash your wrists again?" He questioned coldly, eyeing the pinkette standing idly behind him, and ever present smirk on his face. "I think we should punish her for trying to run, what do you say Marly?" Namine felt herself hiccup as her shoulders quivered. She had the strength of a mouse compared to them...she couldn't fight them off. ((May I ask you to be Marluxia please?)) After looking over his shoulder for the umpteenth time, Roxas let out a sigh of relief, letting his posture relax. He was fine, no danger was going to come from behind. Who knew screwing around with an elder delinquent could be so nervewracking. He blamed the adrenaline. Just when he reached his locker though (he was up with the Seniors because they had no room the floor below) and was starting to fall back into his typical Roxas mode, the blond heard painfully familiar heavy footsteps. Sparing a quick glance from the corner of his eyes he gave a frustrated moan sounding close to a whine. It was Axel. Seriously?! He had to show up now of all places when he wouldn't have one to run? Roxas grumbled under his breath, opening his locker and trying his best to melt into the maroon paint casually. His frantic whisper was lace under his breath. "Please don't see me, please don't see me, please don't see me..." But everyone knows begging with the Devil usually damned all your chances of survival to Hell anyway. ((Lol, nice. But could job incoorporating it into the story, it keeps the title in play ))

Namine couldn't really say much happened after the usual period of Gym. Afterwards was Language Arts and her Chemistry class was replaced with Art as an elective she chose to cancel it out. Science wasn't her best subject after all and she'd prefer to keep her good grades, even if it wouldn't matter by the end of the year. It was only October and she could gaurentee that she'd be dead by April unless the sessions with Demyx proved to be helpful. But it was a given that the blond petite wasn't an optimist. Aerith had released class a bit early today so she took the opurtunity to go to her locker and get some items out of it. The first thing she noticed, there was a large dent in it now. Wonderful. But what was worse, she wasn't the only one at her locker. In fact, three others were waiting for her. And they happened to be her second worst nightmares. Seifer, and Marluxia. "What's up, Nami?" Seifer asked, his lips curlin up into a sneer. Namine's somewhat good day diminished. Meanwhile, Roxas was making it a point to glance over his shoulder every few minutes as he travelled down the lone hallway in the West Wing to get his things. Lexaeus, the librarian had let him go early (courtesy of Zexion) because of his forgotten homework. With how crowded the halls got, he'd never be able to make it to the locker and then to the buses on time. He was thankful to be getting put early to avoid a zero which would blemish his perfect streak of always handing in his homework but it was like a suicide run to do this. The Library was on the Senior floor. Axel was a Senior, a Senior who skipped classes nonetheless. He'd be worse off if he was caught here alone with him than down in the Junior and Freshmen level...

Namine trudged into the Girl's Locker Room for 5th period, holding her clothes even closer to her body. She was comfortable to expose herself, not when she didn't look half as gorgeous as the girls in the changing area, especially when compared to Kairi. Deep red hair that was a natural color, sky blue eyes, and nicely tanned skin, she was every guys dream date next to Miss Aqua. She was beautiful. And it pained Namine even more to know she wasn't. Glancing around, she chose the far corner of the room to change in. Not just because no one was lingering there, but also because the long stretch mirror didn't quite reach her. If Namine got the chance to spare herself from her horrid appearance than gladly she would take it. No questions asked. Hesitantly, she changed into her gray shorts and blue T-shirt, heading out to see Mr. Terra already waiting with a few of the guys. She recognized Riku and Sora amongst them, but that was it. Roxas knew from the painful sensation and then slightly numb tingling in his back that something wasn't right when Axel consequently slammed him into the lockers lined accordingly up on the walls. Some of the Freshman girls yelled in horror. Probably part of his ridiculous fan club. Okay, not club, but even he had to admit he was good looking. And he appealed the most to the younger year girls in his school. But it wasn't them he was worried about. It was the dangerous pyromaniac red head that had him pinned while seething venom that had his attention. Despite the fear rushing through his veins, his heart pump faster and faster in anticipation. God he must have inherited his brother, Sora's, adrenaline rush or something. This was slightly sick. As Axel began to spew his threats, Roxas found himself saved by Demyx placing a hand on the Senior's shoulder. He was saved. For now. He acknowledged the blond's question and shook his head as borscht as he could, as if all the jump Axel had just given him was a game. "Yeah, I'm fine. And it's okay, I Know what you mean." Roxas smirked at Axel, challenging him with a glint of mischief in his blue eyes as he slipped away from the threatening grasp. "Bitches really should be kept on their leash." Roxas stated, being smart enough to know he had to get out of there as he hopped in the Music Room, being sure to lock the classroom door after himself.

Namine felt selfish for accepting his offer to let him walk her to class, she'd make him late and he already had to miss a class for her. But it's not as though she wanted to go back to being secluded but...Namine didn't know. Being with Demyx made her calm, maybe it was because he was her therapist, who knows. But Namine didn't know if she was ready to let him in that much just yet. "I...no that's alright, I'd rather not be more of a burden. I'll see you...later I guess." She spoke softly, looking up at the musical blond through her ashy lashes before exiting the lunch room. She didn't see it but she wasn't walking with her head hung as low, even if she didn't meet anyones gaze. Roxas scowled up at Axel through his wispy bangs, clearly not pleased with ring stopped in his tracks. Sure, he deserved what he was getting at the moment but didn't mean he wanted to deal with it. Roxas was the kind of person who wanted to go through life by doing well and being happy. Now firetrucking around with Axel, well, that wasn't making him entirely happy. Well that was actually a bit of a lie, it thrilled him to be in this situation, where he could talk back to a Senior. "And I have no problem kneeing you in the balls but you don't have any so the attempt would be meaningless." Roxas retorted, ducking under Axel's arm and skimming his back against the lockers to get by.

Namine looked at Demyx, her heart skipping a few beats of surprise. That was...maybe one of the nicest things someone had ever said to her in the year that had passed without her mom. The blond looked around the empty cafeteria before giving Demyx a quick, genuine smile. "Thank you. That really means a lot." She admitted, lifting her bookbag. She didn't want to miss Mr. Terra's Gym class. He liked her well enough but he wasn't one for favorites. She didn't want to get on the brunnete's bad side, not today anyway. She got up, looking back at Demyx before hesitantly rooting her feet the ground, her sadness coming back. Any happiness, she hated to admit it, never lasted. "What...what class do you have next?" Roxas froze when he heard Axel's low growl reach his ears and a tighter-than-death grip on his shoulder. His heart shot up to get caught in his throat and then plummeted to his stomach. He hadn't gotten away fast enough. He was so screwed...Cursing hastily under his breath, Roxas didn't dare to look back and kept trying to move forward, trying har to contain the despairity in his body. Maybe if he ignore him he'd go away. What a childish thing to say.

Riku snickered, taking a hold of Haku's wrists and pulling him forward into another kiss. He was pretty cute when nervous. It reminded him of when they were younger. As much as he missed those days now that he was long gone from them, unsure of what had become of their World, he really wanted to keep Haku close to him. Because really, there was no gaurentee they'd find the others, so Haku was the onl one left closest to him now. ~~~ "....But we don't know what could happen." Miyu stated, looking out the window of the Gummi Ship and observing the new world's shape and structure. In such a twisted place there was bound to be some not-so-pleasant surprises. What if they saw something they didn't want to see, like, like...Riku and the others dea or something.... "Sora," Miyu looked back at the brunette, a begging look on her features. "Are you sure we should do this?"

"Oh..." It was silent before Riku eyes him again, resisting the smirk playing at his lips. He desperately wanted to know now..."Did you like it?" He asked, sitting next to Haku once again, backflat against the wall of the cell. It really was a dark and yucky place in the cell they were situated in... ~~~ Miyu gave Sora a deadpan look, placing her hands on her hips. Did he really just say that? After all that's happened, he wants to go to the "interesting yet creepy" new world. Like he hadn't learned his lesson in the firs place. "You're not serious are you?" Donald look back a her, rolling his duck eyes. "Oh boy..."

Riku was quiet for a moment, looking to the side and avoiding Haku's question. He couldn't quite answer that without feeling...sappy about it. So instead he leaned forward again and kissed his lips quickly. "Maybe I'll tell you later." He said, giving a rare smile, caressing his cheek. After all, he still was Riku. He couldn't act all mushy gushy all the time. "Why?" ~~~ Miyu snuck a look at it and tilted her head, chewing the inside of her lip. It looked a bit...odd. "That's Wonderland." Donald stated, clarifying our destination a the ship took a somewhat steep turn.