dressedinmelody: headshot of Alize from King of Bandits: Jing, neutrally describing something. (if you don't)
[It's a dark, echoing place. There are confusing patches of light, like dim, distant windows, and you feel like it must be a building, that there must be walls somewhere, but at the same time the darkness stretches on so far as to feel infinite.

There is a feeling of being alone. And small.

And threatened.

But you have to go on, have to keep moving. There's no telling what will happen if you stay still. )
dressedinmelody: headshot of Alize from King of Bandits: Jing, neutrally describing something. (Default)
[Somewhere deep, deep in the crumbled, abandoned remains of what was once the slums of Merry Widow, past a half-collapsed armory containing the charred and broken bits of disturbing weapons from a bygone era, there is a rickety old house surrounded by a high wire fence. Perhaps once warm and welcoming, the building now holds all the nostalgia of a bombed-out schoolhouse in a forbidden and forgotten war zone.

A hole has been cut in the chain link fence, just large enough for a person to pass through. Beyond it, the entire wall of the building has been taken out, and the inside is rank with mildew and mist. Rotting books, pictures, wallpaper, and less identifiable substances have seeped into the surroundings, left to decompose where they fell years ago, the sad reminders of a life ended tragically quick. Even the bandits (shady, violent criminals that have made a territory of the remains of the city) and the vagabonds (dusty, homeless wanderers with sticky fingers who hide in the cracks) have left this area well enough alone. It's too dilapidated to safely worldhop straight in, and too far into the ruins to be reached by car or mount. It seems impossible that a wheelchair might have come this way, but if one carefully examines the dusty ground between the jagged chunks of concrete, tire tracks (and deeper dragging tracks) are faintly visible.

There are more tracks inside the house, criss-crossing the filthy floor and the even more filthy remains of old carpets. There are signs that the stairs have been used as well -- not as recently as the tracks, but sometime after the house fell into disrepair. A year or so ago, perhaps? The door at the top of the stairs hangs drunkenly half-on, half-off its hinges, and the massive, echoing room beyond is dark and in complete shambles. The rest of the building is hardly any brighter, half-buried as it is in the debris of the surrounding city. The depressing shades of gray give it the feeling of being frozen forever in some terrible moment in time, sealed off from the outside world of the living. And for a place that was once so filled with music, it is now stuffed to the seams with deadened silence.

It can't possibly be healthy to live here.

For all intents and purposes, nobody's home, and nobody has been for a while. But under the grime, some of the water bottles and garbage look newer than the rest, and there's plenty of nooks and crannies in the former music academy that are large enough to hide a person...]


Feb. 23rd, 2009 07:50 pm
dressedinmelody: (become the final trigger)
i can't

i didn't


What happened?! it shouldn't have-- it was just a trigger! It wasn't supposed to

there was no weapon

I'm not a weapon I'm a trigger and it shouldn't have worked without the weapon

All those people



((Good luck trying to get a coherent answer out of her, guys. She'll go progressively crazier for a bit and then take off somewhere where she hopes she won't be a danger to anyone. Hakuba, she'll be stealing your car (and yes, she'll find a way to work the pedals). She'll leave a note saying she left it with Stir in Zaza so that it doesn't get stolen.

Also, she's under the impression that she killed way more people than she actually did.))


Dec. 9th, 2007 03:31 pm
dressedinmelody: headshot of Alize from King of Bandits: Jing, looking downwards with a closed expression (BGM of the end of the world)
[locked SO hard. She can't stop uber-hackers from getting in, but they will be very unwelcome]

I hate this. It wasn't anything like this with Jing. Or even when Gramps . . .

I don't know if I even want to start over again. If Dyme isn't Demyx, what's the point?!

. . . I still . . . I still have to go see him, though. I told Demyx I would. Maybe we'll be friends, but . . .

. . . but it won't be the same. I don't . . . I don't know if I could fall in love with him again.

I'm sick of losing the people I care about most.
dressedinmelody: headshot of Alize from King of Bandits: Jing, neutrally describing something. (Default)
*sitting on her bed at the Order, a small bag of her belongings with her and a pair of crutches. looking around at the room both in an attempt to get a good last look and to distract herself (even though Komui said she's always welcome to visit)*


Oct. 26th, 2007 11:02 pm
dressedinmelody: upshot of Alize from King of Bandits: Jing, listening to a strain of music and looking pained (this is my song)
Demyx, I need a hop to Ari's world right now.

[[You won't actually need to take her there, Tanz. The comments will reveal all~]]
dressedinmelody: headshot of Alize from King of Bandits: Jing, neutrally describing something. (Default)
*is waiting on the outskirts of Zaza, looking out over the cliffs across the sea. it's a bit chilly today, so is wearing a jacket over her usual outfit. is unusually sombre, Silver's death still sinking in somewhat. the hi-fi gun is kept in her lap, her white-knuckled grip on the weapon the only indication that she's not particularly happy about this trip*


dressedinmelody: headshot of Alize from King of Bandits: Jing, neutrally describing something. (Default)
Snap // Melody // (Alizé)

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