Level One || [Video//In Person]
[[In Person]]
[So this is it. The one thing so out of his reach needs his help. He had laid there, in the street, bleeding warm blood over a quickly cooling body through holes marring his skin. Even if he could help the world that was once his own, should he care enough to bother? Not that he doesn't want to see Mello, Near, Roger and a few others still continue with their lives, still live, love, fight the good fight-- but Matt is long gone.
Could it really matter all that much if he helps now? Would it enable him to go back by some divine intervention on this world he'd been told can fix other worlds? He sighs, the exhale coming with a heavy cloud of smoke from both his nose and his mouth. His slender arm lifts even more slender, gloved fingers to it with a cigarette between pointer and middle finger. Secondary vice raised to his lips and Matt drags back his breath, filling it with whatever the filter on the end didn't take out. Again, not that it matters.
His head falls back, eyes staring out through the goggles he so highly valued, a morose look on his normally care free face, "Shit..." He whispers. The thought that perhaps he can make a difference really has gotten to him, that teaming up with Mello (also known as following his loyalties) has finally found him something to do as the third in line.
He tosses the cigarette down, looking at his boot while he grinds it out through both goggles and red/auburn hair. So it came down to this: Pull up his big-boy-pants and see that everyone else at least got a bright future, or sit here and wallow in self pity. He knows which one he's bound to pick, the decision is easier made than it should be.
He stands up, hands shifting into the pockets of his pants and began to walk. He has to find someone with some knowledge around here-- he has a world to restore.]
[[Video]]
[The damned thing, he's sure, has taken his picture, he's not happy about it in the least but there's nothing he can do about it now. Plus, in a place this big, if someone out there knows him then they're on his side. As long as he keeps to himself relatively, he figures he'll be safe. If Kira really is here, it'll take more than just a random face in the crowd of so many different alien creatures to tip him off as to who he is. And if he's here, maybe L is too if that's how this place works. L would know what to do.
He's on the move as he stares down into the video, said video kind of bouncing a bit because of it.]
So I may's well dive right in here [He starts, nonchalantly.] and get it out there, I'm real damned good with electronics and I'm lookin' for a job I can do to pass the time and make some money. Who isn't right? That said, who out there's got a mind on the jobs around here fit for someone like me?
Thanks in advance.
[And with that, he shuts off the feed. Social skills, low. Motivation? Super high, at least for the time being.]
[So this is it. The one thing so out of his reach needs his help. He had laid there, in the street, bleeding warm blood over a quickly cooling body through holes marring his skin. Even if he could help the world that was once his own, should he care enough to bother? Not that he doesn't want to see Mello, Near, Roger and a few others still continue with their lives, still live, love, fight the good fight-- but Matt is long gone.
Could it really matter all that much if he helps now? Would it enable him to go back by some divine intervention on this world he'd been told can fix other worlds? He sighs, the exhale coming with a heavy cloud of smoke from both his nose and his mouth. His slender arm lifts even more slender, gloved fingers to it with a cigarette between pointer and middle finger. Secondary vice raised to his lips and Matt drags back his breath, filling it with whatever the filter on the end didn't take out. Again, not that it matters.
His head falls back, eyes staring out through the goggles he so highly valued, a morose look on his normally care free face, "Shit..." He whispers. The thought that perhaps he can make a difference really has gotten to him, that teaming up with Mello (also known as following his loyalties) has finally found him something to do as the third in line.
He tosses the cigarette down, looking at his boot while he grinds it out through both goggles and red/auburn hair. So it came down to this: Pull up his big-boy-pants and see that everyone else at least got a bright future, or sit here and wallow in self pity. He knows which one he's bound to pick, the decision is easier made than it should be.
He stands up, hands shifting into the pockets of his pants and began to walk. He has to find someone with some knowledge around here-- he has a world to restore.]
[[Video]]
[The damned thing, he's sure, has taken his picture, he's not happy about it in the least but there's nothing he can do about it now. Plus, in a place this big, if someone out there knows him then they're on his side. As long as he keeps to himself relatively, he figures he'll be safe. If Kira really is here, it'll take more than just a random face in the crowd of so many different alien creatures to tip him off as to who he is. And if he's here, maybe L is too if that's how this place works. L would know what to do.
He's on the move as he stares down into the video, said video kind of bouncing a bit because of it.]
So I may's well dive right in here [He starts, nonchalantly.] and get it out there, I'm real damned good with electronics and I'm lookin' for a job I can do to pass the time and make some money. Who isn't right? That said, who out there's got a mind on the jobs around here fit for someone like me?
Thanks in advance.
[And with that, he shuts off the feed. Social skills, low. Motivation? Super high, at least for the time being.]