Matt had woken up a couple hours earlier to find himself in a strange place, though it honestly didn't seem all that bad as of yet to him other then the obvious smell of sex lingering in the air. He chose to ignore it; instead he sat against a wall silently as he played Pacman. He'd wait until someone came to him and told him what was going on... ( Read more... )

Mello's apartment was a familiar place to him, as near to his memory as his own, even if it had been weeks since he'd last come here. Since they'd been caught, since he'd been forced to keep away over threats from various family members, dire promises of charges or injury or worse, for the perversion they had perpetuated for more than three months ( Read more... )

Mello stumbled to his feet, with Axel's help, completely ignoring the idiots giggling amongst themselves. They were none of his concern. Instead, he focused on keeping his legs from feeling too much like jelly and grabbed Axel by the hand, dragging him into the nearest room and slamming the door carelessly behind them.

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Mello's been here a long time, and a good portion of that time hasn't been entirely kind to him. And so, on his birthday this year, the Hotel seems finally to decide to give him a little bit of kindness-- or at least the illusion of it, in any case ( Read more... )

Who, what, where, and why. All of those questions had been answered for the most part upon finding evidence which explained what had happened. After some questioning of residents and reading through a few brochures about the establishment he had found himself in, Near came to the conclusion that he was indeed stuck in some promiscuous hellhole. ( Read more... )

Interesting, this one bound arm.

It was the one thing binding him from freedom and tying him to this bed. He knew the implication of being tied to a bed and didn't like it. Not under these strange circumstances. Last he remembered, at least, he was driving. But now, clad in his striped shirt, his goggles, those tighter than painted on pants and ( Read more... )

L sat in the plush chair of his room- well really it wasn't /his/ room, not as much as he had claimed it as his own for the time being. The horrible and wonderful thing about this place, he had learned, is that it was as unstable a thing as any other back home. Nothing was for certain even if he slapped percentiles on it to make it seem like there ( Read more... )

The light streamed into the room and with it came the reminder that it was morning now and another day. It rarely mattered what time of the day it was anymore when he had nowhere to go but it didn't keep him from looking at the pool of light in a state of expectancy. There were points after waking where he expected something to be different, as if ( Read more... )

The scene was dressed up like something out of a domestic advertisement. It was fake and showed a glimpse of something he wasn't actually offering, but there were enough snatches of reality in between to leave the future uncompromised. It wouldn't be anything this clean, this hopeful. The rooms were flooded with light and whatever warmth the ( Read more... )

( weight of the truth )