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GENERAL STATUS: Due to Axel being...Axel, it's no surprise there's no real consistency to his relationships. He meets people, he talks to them, and he eventually moves on. His socializing usually gets him in trouble, but it's not like he does it on purpose.

This is what he claims, at least.

In fact, there's a guarantee half of the incidents Axel's involved in will cause him physical pain. The other half is actually well-managed. Other than that, the usual goes as planned: limitless rounds of 'friendly' banter, finding out back stories, and knowing what bits of information he gleaned from his experiences to use to his advantage.

As much as the teenager wants to do without the mental and emotional aspects these relationships need to thrive upon, he finds all of this is easier said than done. Although it ruins his image (and his imaginary street cred), he's slowly getting use to the idea of keeping what he's got.

( THE LIST )

This Fire - Franz Ferdinand
In Between - Linkin Park
Gives You Hell - The All-American Rejects
Smooth Criminal - Michael Jackson, but maybe the Alien Ant Farm version
All Star - Smash Mouth
I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy
Last Train to Awesome Town - Parry Grip

Jumped onto the bandwagon and look where it gets me! This is here for the fun critique stuff! YAY! Which means you can go all out with whatever's on your mind about this here...guy. Thing. Nobody.

In short: how am I doing with Axel in general? The good, the bad, the what the-?! can be put here along with whatever else comes to mind. Leave me a few sentences or a novel paragraph. It's cool. You can either be up front about who you are or make the thing anonymous, too. ALL YOU. Really.

*curls up*

WHO: Axel, Larxene
WHEN: A looong time ago (08.30.08)
WHERE: Larxene's Room (forgot what floor and number)
WHAT: A touching reunion between two Organization members. See how they plot.

( Larxene was only sorry Marluxia wasn't around to join in the fun. )

Hey Roooooooxassssss~!

Where are ya??? You didn't disappear on me, didja?

(OOC: For the sake of time and stuff, this is after all the Weisdia stuff. Wait - he's alive?! Disregard or comment if you want, OC or IC.)

Ow...

Man, what the hey. Is there any place without the rotting corpses? Heh. Too late to say anything, but scoping out that last area a mistake.

'Cept...that place had a weird mix of things walking around. And some other force behind it. Maybe the check wasn't such a loss after all.

I wonder if the other guys made it through. Eh. Time to lay low for a bit. *voice far away from communicator* I think I finally figure out how to get past secured items...

*click*

Dogs shouldn't be bug-eyed and bright green. Or deformed.

Neither should their owners.

And what the heck are tacos?! How come I'm an "Enemy of Tacos"?!? Yes, I can see that, you....thing called GIR.

...Ay. Back to work.

Blech, sea-salt ice cream tastes weird.

How can you eat it all the time and not get fat, Roxas???

--- : scratched out

Whoa. What just happened...

Huh. Looks like something happened, Journal. Must've blanked out for a moment there. I really should watch out for stuff like that.

Hey - wait a minute. I shouldn't be feeling like that at all. Sheesh, this mess just rubs off on people, doesn't it? I don't recall being out for that long.

I have nothing better to do. Might as well go check things out.