As usual, Light is sitting in the kitchen, with a plate and a journal before him. Not quite as usually, he's neglecting both of them. He stares through the paper like he doesn't see it, and he's letting the little mound of cabbage cool.

What's wrong with him today? - well, he knows what's wrong with him, and he doesn't like it.

Have I done this for all of them, now?
( Libby insisted. He still doesn't want any, though )

So, what do you think? How would you have done this differently? Do all AUs suck? Let's talk.

Screened, anon, etc.

( I will stand upon the shore with a clean heart and my song in the wind )

( 18-year-old anty is a go. aww. -_- )

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[Light shrugs, leaning back against the counter.]

I grew up in Japan. Tokyo. I'm probably not supposed to tell you that, either.

[[OOC: private to stripesandheels. continued from here.]]

With Sayu long gone, Light is progressing down the corridor, checking doors. Most are open, like his backpack - though the flap's draped over the top. Occasionally one is locked, like the one he comes to now; crouching down, he removes the pack, produces a small torch and shines it into the keyhole.

[[OOC: private to righteous_pen.]]

It's been almost three weeks. Light is settling in ( Read more... )

The capital of the Japanese Autonomous Oblast is a sprawling city of not quite a million people - and almost all of it is tents. Everyone in it knows how important it is never to be cornered, to have as many exits available as you can find, or make. June is shading into cool, melting subarctic summer, and along with the endless mosquitoes - at ( Read more... )