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 Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 4:28 pm
Namine's room is a pearl white sort of color, a white bed at the upper-right corner of the room, the Organization's symbol carved into the headrest. A long table sits in the middle of the room - her drawing supplies neatly organized on it - a single chair at each end. Other than that, the only things in her room are the many drawings that decorate the wall. A row of windows are set opposite of the entrance, overooking the property below. Though, whenever she opens the curtains to look out, whoever sees her just thinks they saw a ghost, and leave it be.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 10:43 am
  ღ ღ ღ ღ Naminѐ ღ ღ ღ ღThey call me a◑ " Witch " ◐Oh, Wrɨtten ɨn the {st☆rs},=x=x=x=A mɨllɨon mɨles away..A message to the "maɨn." Oh!Namine found her room quite easily, a thin and long plaque with her name carved in fake gold. It was almost as if she was expected, or something. She opened the door slowly, quite shocked to see a very much similar room to the one she had at Castle Oblivion. It was so perfect, even a few of her own pictures were there. A small smile sat on her lips, and she shut the door behind her, running a finger gently and slowly over the portraits. She looked around, half-expecting her notebook and coloring supplies to be set out neatly at the long table. But alas, they weren't. She was disappointed, honestly, but a little glad that that would be one less reminder that she could very well be in the Organization's hands soon. And once that thought crossed her mind, the soft smile faded, and her shoulders slumped slightly. Walking over to her neatly made bed, she threw herself onto it, face buried in the pillow for a good few moments..
She rolled over, one hand reaching above her head, the other placed on her stomach. One leg hung off the edge of the bed, the other stretching outwards. The blonde stared up at the ceiling, thinking. Now, there were a few in the Organization she actually didn't mind all that much. Roxas, mainly, but Axel too. Marluxia... he just treated her differently when others weren't around, and was much nicer to her than one would expect. But other than that, she didn't really take a liking to any of the other members. She could tolerate them, yes, since she had been there for so long and had gotten used to them, but liking and tolerating were two totally different things. She bit down on her lip, steel blue eyes slowly closing. Namine wasn't all that tired, but she wished she was, so that she could just fall asleep and forget about her current situation and troubles. And so hopefully she could dream about something good, some good memory.
Memory.. That's what she'd be doing once someone from Organization XIII came to retrieve her. Erasing and replacing memories. She shuddered, then sat up, placing her hands in her lap. She wasn't going to be able to sleep now..
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 9:26 pm
 ℝoxas ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Upon finally finding Naminé's room, Roxas gently wrapped on the door with his knuckles before stepping inside. For a moment, he glanced around at the young woman's room and smiled softly. This looks almost exactly like that room... Thinking back to when he first met Naminé, Roxas smiled and turned to look at his friend. "Hi there Naminé. Are you all right?"
Walking over to her bed, he sat at the foot of it, his back facing his friend. Reaching up, he scratched at the tip of his nose for a minute as he thought about what he could say. Finally, he just sighed and turned his head slightly as he began to speak. "Listen Naminé. No matter what happens, we'll keep you safe. And if, somehow, no matter how slim the chance may be as long as you're with all of us, you're taken by them again...we'll come for you. All right? Regardless of how badly Castle Oblivion affects me, I'll fight through the pain just so I can come rescue you. I promise."
Turning, he reached out and gently grasped her left hand. "Don't be afraid okay? No matter what happens, you can count on me. You can count on all of us. Naminé, you're my friend. Friends look out for one another. So, if you ever feel lonely or afraid, or if you just feel like talking, all you have to do is look for me. If I happen to be on another world at the time, just take the time you have and try to make new friends. You're a sweet, kind person Naminé. You'll have no trouble making friends here. Heck, if nothing else works, go talk to that blonde girl that was in the Medical Wing. She seems like one of those shy types, kind of like how I used to be way back then."
Smiling at her, he squeezed her hand gently and moved closer. Without warning, he leaned closer and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close. "Naminé, you'll be okay. I'd stay longer, but I'm not feeling that well. Even though we just came back, I feel like today's just gone on forever. There's so much to take in, and it's just making my head hurt more and more and more. I'll stay until you fall asleep, then I have to go. Okay? So lay back and I'll watch over you until you're resting peacefully." Reaching up his hand, Roxas gently brushed her hair and patted her on the top of her head. After a moment, he released her and stood up, walking away and resting his back against a wall as he turned to watch over her. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ XIII The Key of Destiny
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 10:57 am
ღ ღ ღ ღ Naminѐ ღ ღ ღ ღThey call me a◑ " Witch " ◐Oh, Wrɨtten ɨn the {st☆rs},=x=x=x=A mɨllɨon mɨles away..A message to the "maɨn." Oh!A knocking sound could be heard from outside the door, causing the pair of tired blue eyes to glance up. "Come in!" She called, and sure enough, in came Roxas. Was something wrong? She gave a small smile, shrugging lightly. "I could be better, but what else is new?" Hey, it could be a lot worse. She could've been taken away by the Organization instead of returning at Kairi's side, to safety. She could've already been put "to work" and be messing with some unfortunate person's memory. A shiver went down the petite teen's spine again, and she shook her head slowly, willing those horrid thoughts to go away. Roxas sat down, facing away from her. As he began to speak, she was silent, a natural smile gracing her features softly. That kind of attention, that kind of care was a rather rare thing for her to receive. Roxas was one of the very few who took the time to comfort her when she needed it, but then again, that could be partly her fault, since she didn't make many attempts at making friends. But who was keeping track?
Her hand was taken, and she glanced down, shoulders relaxing. Her cold hand was under his warm one, a strange comfort chilling her momentarily. "You'll have to promise me something.." Namine said slowly, looking up at her spiky haired friend. "You'll take care of yourself and always come back, okay?.. Don't bite off more than you can chew." Like going to confront the Organization alone. But of course, Roxas usually wasn't one to rush in head first without a plan... Unless of course, someone crossed the mind and had to be dealt with. She'd seen that happen not very often, but the times she had, she knew he was not one to mess with if you were his opponent. But that was always when he had a reason to fight like that, if he was there to take someone or something back that didn't belong there.
She accepted the hug with a very slight blush, resting her chin on his shoulder before he pulled away. The smile soon left her face, replaced by a worried frown. He didn't feel well, so why didn't he go to rest already? "But.." Namine stopped herself, knowing he wouldn't allow any protests. He wasn't going to leave until she had drifted off into a hopefully peaceful sleep, and she knew he was going to keep to his word. Somehow, the blonde didn't think she'd be able to sleep very well, but she didn't want to keep him up. Nodding, she reached down and slipped off her sandals, setting them neatly at the foot of her bed, pulling the blanket over her as she laid her head down, closing her eyes shut slowly. She was at least going to try to sleep, so he could go and rest himself. Roxas needed it more than she did, anyway. "Thanks, Roxas.." She whispered, just loud enough for the male to hear. Surprisingly, the few but filling events of that day had tired her, and she soon began to slip into dreamland.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 11:22 am
ℝoxas ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Roxas smiled softly at his friend as she drifted off to sleep. Walking over to her bedside again, he gently brushed her hair out of her face with the back of his fingers. Leaning in close, he spoke in a soft whisper. "I promise I'll be safe. But only if you try and talk to people a little more. You don't need to be shy. These people are nice." For a moment he just smiled down at her, waiting to make sure she had truly drifted off to sleep.
Once he was finally sure she was resting peacefully, Roxas reached up and rubbed his head again. This headache is killing me. Just need to go to my room. Right across the hall. C'mon Roxas, move it. Laughing silently to himself, Roxas moved slowly out of her room and quietly shut the door behind him. Sleep well Naminé. Turning around, he walked right into his room. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ XIII The Key of Destiny Quote: Roxas has left for his room.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 5:03 pm
ღ ღ ღ ღ Naminѐ ღ ღ ღ ღThey call me a◑ " Witch " ◐Oh, Wrɨtten ɨn the {st☆rs},=x=x=x=A mɨllɨon mɨles away..A message to the "maɨn." Oh!Icy cold hands held a firm grip on her shoulders, a taunting voice in her ear. "Please do continue," In her lap laid her sketchbook, a rather familiar picture laid before her eyes. It was supposed to be Sora in the pod she had placed him in seemingly not too long ago, but someone else floated in his place. A boy with blonde hair and striking blue eyes, almost seeming as if pleading for her to hold out longer. Naminѐ whirled around to look at the man behind her, expression saying all. 'Why is Roxas there?' Words refused to escape her lips, no matter how much she tried, barely even a syllable came out. The grip on her shoulders tightened slightly, turning her around, then letting go, dropping a pencil into her hands. "Finish it."
Naminѐ sat up suddenly, instantly awake as her nightmare developed into hell, having to watch all the false memories she had placed into Roxas' heart. It was bad enough to do it to Sora, but Roxas? The girl sat their for several moments, trying to catch her breath, eyes darting around the room. She was still in bed, not sitting up in a chair. She didn't have the sketchbook or pencil in her hand, just the sheets being clutched as if she was holding on for dear life. Xemnas wasn't there either, and after throwing the covers off and running to the door, opening it slightly to see about where she was, she found herself to still be in the Land of Departure. With a slow sigh, she shut the door, leaning against it until she gathered herself again. It was only a nightmare, nothing more..
After a few minutes, Naminѐ dragged herself to her feet again, walking over to the wardrobe set in the corner of the bedroom. A rather large selection of clothes were laid out and hung up, fully prepared for her. Lovely shades of light yellow, soft blues, and pure whites. The colors that looked best on her, her favorites. A small smile came to her lips, and she pulled out a white dress and soft yellow sweater, exchanging her dirty clothes for the fresh ones. She strapped on her sandals and combed her hair, checking her reflection in the mirror then giving it a nod of approval. It was simple, but cute and practically screamed Naminѐ. She'd have to thank whoever arranged her wardrobe for her.
Walking outside, she immediately took notice that it was far past breakfast time, maybe even close to noon. It made sense, for once, the dream probably had dragged itself out for that long. She decided to go check on Roxas and see how he was doing. After all, from what it seemed like was that he and the others came back from a rather rough battle the other day. So, she hoped that maybe she could take her turn to help him, since she owed him so much already.Quote: Naminѐ has left to go check on Roxas.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 4:19 pm
ღ ღ ღ ღ Naminѐ ღ ღ ღ ღThey call me a◑ " Witch " ◐Oh, Wrɨtten ɨn the {st☆rs},=x=x=x=A mɨllɨon mɨles away..A message to the "maɨn." Oh!For the past couple of days that she lived at the Land of Departure, Naminѐ made friends, started anew, even started working towards fighting with a keyblade. Of course, she used a wooden sword in place of it, since she hadn't a weapon of her own as of yet. She thought she finally found peace, spare the few heartless here and there, talk and sights of the organization at some points. Everyone here was sworn to protect her, or so she's heard, and she was practically forbidden to leave the Land of Departure, much less wander off alone, though no one has particularly said it out right. Even though this tactic has kept her safe, hidden from the eyes of the organization, their voices and motives still taunted her. For the past couple of days, she'd been trying to draw something. Someone, specifically.
The male was cloaked in shadows, as if he were part of the darkness itself. He seemed to slip so easily into the void, his aura dark, even from his simple presence on a drawing. Intense detail had been poured into the picture, but one part remained untouched. The face. A blank -- literally -- expression stared back at her, nothing given to define the features that have haunted her mind for the past while now. No nose, eyes, mouth, cheekbones, nothing. It was almost as if she knew the person, knew what they should look like, but couldn't bring herself to putting the details onto the paper. Biting her lower lip, the flaxen haired female sighed quietly, placing the notebook and colors pencils down, pushing them to the side. For three days she's been in her bedroom, hiding away almost, trying to finish it. But this was to no avail.
At this point, there was nothing else to do. Naminѐ rushed to get dressed, clothing herself in a simple white dress, nearly shoving her sneakers onto her feet. She combed through her hair, brushed her teeth, and disregarded a probably needed breakfast as she headed out the door, sketchbook and a plain black pencil in hand. She'd kept this to herself for so long, and it had nagged at her enough. Someone needed to know about this, and Sano was probably the person to confront.Quote: Naminѐ left to talk to Sano in the Throne Room
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