The Escape

"thats nice" she put her hands togather "so hows your morning so far?" she asked softly

 

"Why would you want to know?" said Roxas loudly, "Is it because you want to put it into your notes ot keep track of rndom stuff?"

 

Xathabat looked shocked " no....i dont take notes of everything...just because i know something important dosent mean i should write it down i mean someone could find it and hurt you..plus i do really care for you as a friend" she turned back with a smile on her face.

 

"Well, it seems as if you take notes on everything." said Roxas standing up, "It's nice to know I have at least one friend here." Roxas started to walk towards the door.

 

Axel had saw that several people had gotten out of their cells somehow. It was very suspicious for him. He wanted to know how they were able to get out unless the guards did it because these people werent as dangerous as some of the other nobodies. "Hey! How did you guys get out of your cells?" He asked suspicously though he was still trying to get out of his by melting the bars which was taking a while because of the strong metal the bar had represented itself.

 

Xion turned, then picked the guy's lock quickly, and unlocked the guy's door. "You're welcome." She turned to walk away.

 

Roxas walked downthe hall.

 

since Xathabat was ignored she sighed and walked back into her cell because she was getting a terriable headace...

 

Axel was almost astonished as the cell was unopened and that there were no guards there at the time. "Thanks...." he mentioned as he stepped out of the cell. He tipped toed slowly and grabbed the keys from an sleeping guard and unlocked everyone else's cells as well including Larxene's and Marluxia's. "At last freedom!" He exclaimed stretching a bit as he felt like he was crammed the whole time in that cell and had more room to manever. Now all he had to do was break out the jail some how.

 

Xion shrugged, and kept walking to her room. She stopped to grab her sketchbook.

 

OOC:...you know the key weilders that owen the prison let them walk around the prisons right??....-_-

BIC: she noticed axel and held in her laugh and went back to her notes and riped each page angrey of how she had feelings she wanted them gone she burned them with her drak flames she had no expression on her face and started tp grpw angier and angier...

 

(OOC: The dangerous ones...don't have that luxury, but either way he is oblivious to that fact.)

He walked around away from his cell towards Xathabat and saw her writing something in her book. He did notice Xion as well, but saw that she in fact busy. "What are you writing about?" He asked.

 

Xion began drawing one of her memories. A tree, with a pretty sunset. The picture was pretty, but needed color. She sighed, frustrated.

 

OOC: Xathabat isnt writing notcies she burning them and destroying them

BIC: " im not writing nothing im destroying what made me angrey and what makes me tic..." she sighed " what are you up to axel" she said tiredly

OOC: i might leave in a few mintues

 

(OOC: Ok. I understand)

"Oh so you are burning things. Yeah that is fun to do. I like to do the same thing as well. It is quite a pleasure to destroy things that you don't like." He admitted smiling at her. "I am just exploring this joint and perhaps going to slit a few throats so that I can break out of here again." he admitted.

 

"again.." she said with comfusion and laugheter in her voice.

 

Xion sighed, then slowly drew the form of three people, two taller ones and a smaller one. She could tell one was a girl, and the other two were guys. She slowly shaded it so you couldn't see their faces, then sighed. One small tear splashed the page, creating a star in the sky.

 

Axel eyed her carefully and noticed the laugher. "Yep, that is why they don't allow me this kind of freedom as you guys have. I always get out, but always get forced back into this prison." He stated. "I wouldn't be surprised if they try to put me on death row." He laughed as his eyes looked at Xion as well.

 

Xion started a little at the sound of laughter, but focused on her drawing. The rubbed at the stain the tear had made. She held the rest of them back, willing herself not to cry. Why was she sad? It was just a drawing...

 

"did you ever try getting them to turn on each other" she said with no emotion in her tone and she looked down on the ashes of the last of her notes.