.06.

Dec. 17th, 2010 07:10 pm
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[Now that he's quite finished attempting to be a successful businessman (without really anything at all to show for it but a great deal of confusion), Demyx is outside, bundled up in coat and gloves, trying his best to build a snowman.

So far, he's only got one very large misshapen ball of snow.

Nevertheless, he's humming tunelessly to himself and slapping even more snow onto it. He seems to have had plans to use a carrot he has stuck in his coat pocket for the snowman's nose, but he's now taking bites out of that carrot every once in a while.

A few turtledoves nearby don't appear to be too interested in the scene, but Demyx keeps trying to throw them pieces of carrot anyway.]



(OOC: Open for kisses or whatever.)

.05.

Dec. 15th, 2010 01:37 am
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[As someone else affected by Tamaki's current loss, things are slightly... off-kilter for Demyx.

So he's shouting over his journal.]


I need a suit! I really, really do! And a briefcase! And stock information!!

I will prove myself!


(OOC: There will be a chance for kissing soon, with less businessman and more musician.)
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Who: Demyx and Kara In-Ze
What: Making use of those sleighs frolicking around the castle grounds!
When: Morning of December 12.
Where: Near the castle's entrance.
Rating: G

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.04.

Dec. 5th, 2010 05:21 pm
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[Demyx is standing in front of the mirror attached to the dresser in his room, his wardrobe doors thrown wide open and an assortment of the strange new clothes tossed across the bed and the floor. His journal, too, is lying open on the bed, and he's babbling at it.]

This is so cool! I don't really understand this Christmas stuff, but if it means I get a bunch of new clothes for no reason, I think I like it.

[He's been busy trying on every single piece of new clothing--and not bothering to put any of it away afterward.]

These clothes are weird, but I'm okay with them. Especially the top hat!

[Now that he's apparently settled on a particular ensemble--a brown long coat with sleeves that are just the slightest bit too long, a navy blue vest and matching pants, and of course a top hat--he grabs his journal and hurries out of his room (leaving it a mess) in the hopes of catching a ghost for some hot chocolate.]

(ooc: Feel free to run into him, comment on his bad fashion sense, etc. :P)

.03.

Nov. 22nd, 2010 01:46 am
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[Muttering at his journal.]

It's coming up on one month since I got here. I know there are people who have been here for ages and ages, but a month seems like a long time to me! Especially since there's never much of anything to do....

[Rustling, moving around, and the sound of something large banging into a piece of furniture.]

Frick.

Uh, anyway. Just observing. Almost a whole month already. ...Maybe I should want to leave, but I don't.

[This time, his journal is recording the tinny twanging of plucked sitar strings, as he sits in his room and plays something slow and thoughtful. He plays a couple of wrong notes here and there, but for the most part, the song seems to be ingrained into his memory.]

.02.

Nov. 8th, 2010 01:30 am
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[Demyx has found a piano. Oh yes he has. He's made his way into the Lux--a name which amuses him a lot more than it probably should--in the wee hours of the morning, hoping to be there when no one else is around. He's never really tried to play the piano, even -before- losing his hearing, but he's not one to back down from a challenge... and he has indeed been issued this challenge. Or so it seems to him.]

So... C, C is where we start this thing...

[Thanks to the journal lying open on the bench next to him, anybody who's paying much attention can probably hear the "sultry" sounds of terrible off-key piano plunking, interspersed by very very slow scales and... comments.]

Assuming that one's C, then! Stands to reason we'd hit D next... E...

...ugh, give me my strings any day....

.01.

Oct. 27th, 2010 09:57 pm
[identity profile] liquid-cadence.livejournal.com
[The journal flips open as it falls from the hands of the young man carrying it and skids beneath a nearby chair. Scuffling, stumbling noises can be heard, followed by a huffy little sigh as Demyx retrieves the book from where it's landed. He mumbles something at it.]

There, there you are.

[Flopping unceremoniously into the chair, he doodles a few music notes at random in the upper right corner of the page, then starts writing in a loopy, haphazard hand.]

I don't really know what I'm doing in this place, but I guess it's better than nothing. I guess it's better than, you know, being dead or something. Maybe that should be their slogan around here. "It's better than being dead!"

I haven't even left my room yet, since I got here. Mostly I've been trying to get used to things. Like you, Magic Journal. And where everything is in this room. And oh, yeah, that one other little matter of not being able to hear anymore. Uh, seriously? How am I supposed to write music like this?

Or talk to anyone?

Or do anything?

At least I know a little sign language. It's not a ton but it's enough to get by, I guess. Ooh, maybe I can learn to lip-read! And then I can know all kinds of secrets!

...Guess it's time to go exploring, huh? Well, let's get going then, Magic Journal.

[More rustling, as the journal is shut and stuffed into a messenger bag. Demyx cautiously opens the door to his room and pokes his head out, looking up and down the hallway for a sign of life.]
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[written, for once!]

You know what really sucks?

Brain freezes.
[identity profile] needscuecards.livejournal.com
[...somewhere in the kitchen...]

--ly, it was only the left ones missing. This isn't just a case of misplacing them; something seriously weird is going on here!

Oh, uh. Let's see...

[the sound of cups and such being moved around]

We've got chocolate, milk, pot, mugs, stirri--

Wait, is that, blood?

B-B- [a stutter, AND THEN A GIRLY LITTLE SCREAM AS HE DROPS THE MUG BACK INTO THE SINK]

WHAT!?

WHY WAS THERE--

WHO WOULD--

[a slightly dramatized gagging sound]

Aw man, that is just disgusting!


[[OOC: Demyx accidentally stumbled upon a bloody mug left by Clyde. 8Db ]]
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I never actually thought before now that I'd be thankful for my elbows.

But you know what? They're pretty awesome.

That, and food. And... Sleep!

And all those little things people take for granted, I guess...
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[dictated from somewhere within the kitchen]

So, uh, is today some kind of magical cake holiday, or did I just miss something?

Let's see here...

[he flips through the journal a bit while munching on something]

Fro thhs cha--[swallow]--Though this chocolate stuff is pretty good!
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[he kind of yells this entire thing]

WOAH, OKAY!

This isn't cool! This isn't cool at all! I was just walking, and there was this monster on the ground and I thought it was dead but it wasn't! And it sprang up out of nowhere and, and, and it just... What the... Who does that!?

And then I was upstairs and this huge freaking tentacle thing came out of nowhere and tore out the floors just like, [he makes an explody sound that doesn't have a phonetic equivalent] all over the place, and, uh, you know that sound it makes when air gets sucked into a jar when you open the lid because the seal's been broken? Yeah, it sounded just like that, but louder, and I think it kind of messed with my eardrums because I can't hear anything very well right now, and...!

And am I yelling!? I can't tell if I'm yelling!

I am so done here! I'm going downstairs, and I'm going to ignore all of those crazy... Alien things! I'm done! End of story! No more! We're through! I am not the right guy for this sort of thing!


[[OOC: He just... Had to get that out, sorry. :| ]]
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[Demyx is out on the front steps to the castle, absently playing notes on his sitar. Sometimes it sounds like he's just tuning the thing or playing a few random chords, and at other times he plays something that's obviously music. He's pretty good at it, but seems totally lost in thought (or, perhaps, concentration) as he plays.]


[[OOC: Late-night open post. Feel free to bug him~?]]
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[Filtered away from the Organization, because he doesn't want them raining on his parade ):]

Uh, hey, I'm pretty new around here, so. Just wondering, are there any places out in town that are... I dunno, must see spots?

And is there anywhere I should stay away from? Trouble areas, booby traps, lairs of evil, that sort of thing...?
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[the sound of yet another resident waking up with a start]

--WOAH!

What the... This doesn't look like...

[getting up, pacing nervously, vague mumbling to himself, etc]

This is... Really weird.

No way...

[a long pause]

At least the furniture looks comfortable...
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Hey, I got dropped off a couple feet above my bed.

Weird landing, but I guess that's pretty good luck, for me!
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[dictated from somewhere in the room, accompanied by the melodic, 8-bit tones of a non-standard Game Over]

Aw, come on!

I've been leveling up for freaking hours, and I still can't beat this guy!

[annoyed grumbling as he sets a controller down]

...Stupid ice caves...



[[OOC: That's right. I went there. He's playing the cheap Paradisa brand knockoff of Final Fantasy.]]

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