All I want for Christmas is...

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

[Christmas isn't always a fairytale. It's not always about Santa, or getting presents. Not always about families, not always about togetherness.]

[Sometimes, Christmas equates to isolation. It's something Roxas has gotten used to.]

[Here in the orphanage, plenty of kids are getting excited over the season. It's the season to be jolly-- and the season for couples to feel that little pang of longing, to have a young one of their own bouncing into their room, ripping the colorful paper off presents and beaming up at the camera that will capture them for ages to come.]

[So the orphanage opens it's doors, lets more people in than usual and gives the children a chance to be at their best- playing, fighting, crying; laughing, in front of the many potential mothers and fathers that look their way. Roxas just doesn't understand it.]

[So he stays out of the way, under a tree with his little black book, and writes about far off worlds with disappearing cats and talking caterpillars, because when you don't know what you're missing--]

[How can you want it?]





[OOC: Meet a smaller Roxas than usual- around eight years old and brimming with confusion over the current events. Essentially playing up his lack of understanding to both christmas and family, so-- feel free to pull him from that isolation.]

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[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

[Kuja stands out sharply, dressed in his finery: obviously an adult and obviously not one ordinarily found in the orphanage.

So many children, all around him... Why is he here? He doesn't care for children. Though much of this is bitterness and unfamiliarity, as he was never a child himself.

Looking at them now, he feels a certain melancholy. Their chaotic capering and their potentiality have nothing to do with him. He drifts off to one side, wondering why he bothered to come. There, on the periphery of all the action, he finds a boy writing in a book. This interests him somewhat.]

What is it you're writing there?

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

[Roxas has no interest in the world around him. There's questions to ask, sense to be made of it- but there's a feeling inside him that tells the boy, even at this age, that he doesn't belong in that merriment. There's no place for him with the other children, or loving parents.]

[He doesn't get it, so he writes in his book. At least until someone takes the time to ask about him.]

A story. About a girl and a vanishing cat.