The Escape

"Huh?" He didn't know where this new spontanious side of Xion had come from as he starred at her like she had two heads. "Umm.... okay... but what is the point in all of this?"

 

Roxas looked at Demyx then at Xion. "I'll let you handle this." said Roxas leaveing the bathroom, and going to lay on the bed.

 

Xion shrugged, trying to catch a flame with her hand, ignoring the burns. "I just wanted to." she smiled, the shadows making her eyes disappear.

 

"You just wanted to? Roxas did you influence her in anyway?" he asked the younger member. "Xion I don't want you to get burned."

 

"I did nothing to influnce her...she just did it herself!" said Roxas laying his head on a pillow.

 

"All right geez no need to be rude dude," he left Roxas alone since he wanted to be alone. "You don't have to yell. What is with him?" his question was directed at Xion.

 

Xion shrugged, still weaving her hand in and out of the fire. "I don't know. He won't talk, so why do I bother trying?"

 

guess who? it's Phenox!
gender: Male
clothing: Organization XIII coat
powers: can turn his blade into any Organization XIII weapon
weapon: The Thirteenth Hero (keyblade)

 

Roxas baurried his face into the pillow letting out a short/soft scream.

 

Xion winced, then pulled her hand back, holding it to her chest. She hadn't meant to go so far.....

 

Roxas lefted his face off the pillow after he was done screaming. He didn't want anyone to hear him. He got up and said, "i'm going to leave here for a while." Roxas lefted the room and went to the top of the hill where they were before the made it to the hotel. "Axel! Larxene!" yelled Roxas.

 

Xion didn't even look up, she held her hand, watching the flames slowly die. What was it she had once lived for?

 

Roxas sat on the hill leaning agianst tree, he made sure that no one was around, he put his head in his hands and began crying silently.

 

Xion hummmed a quiet song, letting the water drain out of the tub. Not so much vodka anymore. She looked at her burned hand, still humming. It would hurt everytime she used it..but wasn't that the point? She pulled out what was left of the vodka and took a swig, her eyes blank.

 

Roxas continued to cry hopeing no one was watching him.

 

OOC: Why is he crying? @_@

BIC: Xion finished off the vodka and thought, her head swimming pleasantly. She would definetly get in trouble if she went downstairs, but there was no point in staying here...

 

OOC: he is crying because he saw the cuts on Xion's arms...he doesn't her to be Emo and cut herself....

Roxas slowly lifting his head he wiped the tears off of his face. he sat there think about why Xion would do that to herself.

 

OOC: Ooooh gotcha XD

BIC: Xion slowly walked down the stairs, tottering a little.

 

OOC: :D

BIC:Roxas sat there his eyes were red and his throat was dry, and srachy. He coughed, he continued to think.

 

Before Xion realized what was happening, she was backed up in an alley, by a guy. Again. she figured, punching him, then wincing as he yanked her wrist, pulling her against him.

OOC: Dun worry, it won't go past PG-13 ^_^