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I thought of you, and my worst brings out the best in you.
[It's a slow, silent creep that he's had perfected since his days spent tailing Misa Amane and Mogi for Mello - years since he first utilized it, to tail that cute crazy bitch that was probably the world's most widespread mass murderer and her ignorant bodyguard.
These days, though, it's better put to use chasing after cheating wives and ruthless ( Read more... ) -
The whole gamut of good and evil is in every human being
[Mello's been working his way through the mansion, looking for his Matt, putting nominal effort into avoiding rooms that might kill him. He'll go back for those later. If he has to.
This one looks like it probably won't: a tavern-type room with rough-hewn furniture, and Mello turns to go once he sees it's empty, but the door's vanished behind him ( Read more... ) -
All this should seem no more than A Midsummer Night's Dream
*Misa was wandering around again and found a pair of beautiful white painted french doors. Through the glass she could see what appeared to be an outdoors room, but it was at twilight/dusk. She slightly cautiously (she'd had enough bad experiences) opened one of the doors and slipped in.
A weird feeling came over her. She felt more... light, and ( Read more... ) -
a long night spent with your most obvious weakness
[Sighing as she brushes a few stray strands of black hair from her eyes, Ella finishes buttoning up her white blouse, rolling the sleeves back down once she does. Glancing back at the man sleeping in the bed, she makes sure that her slacks are adequately fastened before starting for the door. Xander has her bag, and she knows that she has more than ( Read more... ) -
rules of the house.
[His clothing never altered to match the black and white stripes of his jailmates and Light's blood, now brown smears, is the only thing reminding him: This is just a mansion. About three days ago he decided that, having found that biting does little to wake him and, by his very nature, he is more apt to sleep an hour than a full night. Even if ( Read more... ) -
Poppa is Here/Near
[The door opens as he walks out of his room and into the hallway seperating him from his beauties. It was with great satisfaction that Nate River shed his identity as N, the third L, and into the Nate River his three year old twin daughters knew as Papa. His life as L had been a charmed one these past twelve years, but Nate firmly believes he has ( Read more... ) -
dial, search, accept
[It has been months and months since B has opened his eyes. He thinks he may have forgotten how to do so.
The floor is cold against his cheek, and the air is musty; he can almost taste it. His fingers are scrabbling against the floor with too long nails, and the floor creaks in protest, a sharp noise to ears that have not heard in far too long.]
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Ring around the rosie
[Lawli doesn't like when he crawls in through the window ( Read more... ) -
You greedy little bastard, you got what you deserve
[He pleaded when they had first strapped him in; strained, cried for help, cursed at the two-way glass and, upon pinpointing the camera, glared razors. Then slipped into silence when the cloth curtained over his head, not even flinching as the lethal injection was administered. The breathing was visible by then, chest heaving up and down and up and ( Read more... ) -
A glass can only spill what it contains
*The last thing he remembers is the taste of fresh sushi on his tongue, his fingers wrapped around the small, white choko as he brought it to his lips with a smug grin. The room was dimly lit and he was in the company of ( Read more... )