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Post by otakulady89 on Sept 17, 2011 23:32:58 GMT -5
Gam3rTr0ll Logged On...
3 PMs 2 Forum Responses
Green eyes scanned the banner on top, the color-theme today a strange blue tinge, with little flowery-designs on the back. The other Moderators had to be trying out new ones. Last night it had been black, with red blood dripping. But that had been his choice, and it had been vetoed pretty quickly. "Too Depressing" is what SunshineValley, the head Mod, had said.
Clicking on his Private Message box, he read through the PMs quickly, answering back the minor complaints, and completely ignoring the one wondering if he wanted to RP. What the hell? Go to GAIA for that... Frickin' Newbs.
The Forum posts were what he was really looking forward too. He was following this new artist on the boards, Cross2Burn. She was amazing... Her stories always drew him in, made him forget where he was. Today, she'd posted a new story, and some illustrations. He read it slowly, savoring it. Giving a sigh when it was finished, he headed over to the other side of the site, one the others rarely saw, comprised of numbers and letters, layouts and code. Checking up to make sure nothing damaged the infrastructure, he finished it out.
Then, just for fun, he tipped into the chatroom. Right in the middle of what appeared to be a brawl. Checking out who was on, he noticed TestamentWill being a creeper, like always. He rarely ever said anything, and his profile said he was like... almost thirty.
Gam3rTr0ll Logs on...
Sign in List: TestamentWill KiraInTheMoon Ryuuzaki Gam3rTr0ll FlowerChild2 MothraZ
KiraInTheMoon: You say that, but how can it possibly work? Medication is proven to change the bodily chemistry! That cannot be healthy for a human, much less the animals it's tested on. MothraZ: Man... I'm kinda glad we picked Kira for THIS side of the issue... I'm a little scared to see him defend drugs... XD FlowerChild2: Dude, SSHHHH! I'm trying to watch! Gam3rTr0ll: Hey, Guyz, whuts up? MothraZ: Weekly Debate. Ryuuzaki vs Kira, Therapy Vs. Drugs in Psychotherapy. So far, Ryuuzaki is winning. KiraInTheMoon: I disagree with that statement, Mothra. Highly so. >.<
The red-head laughed a little. You could tell when Kira got upset, because he used emotes. He only ever did that when he was emotional. Which was when he was losing.
Glancing at the clock, he sighed, only ten pm? Really? He wasn't gonna sleep until at least two... He hoped this devolved into something interesting, or he may just have to join that raid on WoWcrack tonight... Sighing a little, green eyes cast around his room, grounged in Teenage dirt... His dad was at work all hours of the night, and slept the day away, so he never bothered telling the red-head to get any sleep, or even clean up...
Looking back to the screen, he grinned. Looks like Ryuuzaki had finally finished whatever had taken him AFK, away from Keyboard.
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Post by Fateful on Sept 17, 2011 23:53:45 GMT -5
Cross2Burn Logged On...
172 PMs 2841 Forum Responses
Mello sighed. It's not that he hated all the replies he got, it was more of the fact he didn't always want to read them. Writing was just a means of expression; and drawing just helped him to vent. People would ask him to write for them, to send him other writing that he didn't share, or encourage him to update faster. The people that praised him were the ones he liked, and always responded to them right away. It just... made him feel less alone. The story he'd posted the night before was a story about his graphic pennants, but he'd written it with a metaphor: running. So the running took the place of his aggressive means of hurting himself; the pain reasonable and a side effect, rather than self inflicted. Most of the replies were good ones, and he couldn't help but be comforted by them. Gam3rTr0ll was one of his best followers. The way he wrote was just... perfect; despite his name. By his title, he was an admin, and apparently maintained the site's coding or something. Mello had never really talked to him for extended periods.
He was watching the debate; rooting for Ryuuzaki, but that was no secret. He admired Ryuuzaki; rather openly. He was the only person that Mello went to for advice, which was of course private.
Ryuuzaki: afk; chaos calls. PurpleParadize: Is something wrong? HazzleDaz: Dde, you're winning, you can't just laeve HazzleDaz: leave- HazzleDaz: Dude- HazzleDaz: ^^;; PurpleParadize: fucking n00b Ryuuzaki: bk. Nothing's wrong. I got a phone call with a job offer. Anyway; the intention of the drugs is to change the brain chemistry. It does not change the entire body chemistry. It alters the body in specific and isolated patterns. I'm not saying that ALL drugs should be allowed, because some drugs are needless. However, when administered by a physician, prescription anti depressants are quite effective. They alleviate symptoms and give relief and peace of mind. Those who start taking drugs are stable and do not commit suicide unless they stop taking them suddenly. RainingShine: Pwned! G-G-Gone:L wins?
Mello smirked, thinking it over. Yeah, it looked like L was winning, even though he would never be able to take drugs. They went against god. If only he'd be able to take something that would make him straight... to make this shit go away and just make him normal. If only... Sighing, he got up and got a drink. When he returned, he heard movement and hit a keyboard short cut (the extense of his computer knowledge, curtsey of google) which made the window vanish. It opened an education site and a word document. His mother walked in, looking over his shoulder.
"Baby, what're you doing?"
"Homework." He smiled at her and she walked over his shoulder, looking at the paper on the screen. "Very good." She rubbed his shoulders and kissed his cheek. His body went rigid and looked down at his lap.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing..." He mumbled, still looking down at his lap. "I'm just tired."
Nodding, she kissed the top of his head again. "I'm sorry sweetheart. Don't stay up to late."
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Post by otakulady89 on Sept 18, 2011 0:13:28 GMT -5
TestamentWill Logged On...
0 PMs 7 Forum responses
The hum and beep of hospital machinery accompanied the tap-tap-tap of a keyboard. Blue light from the screen flashed over a weary face, twenty-eight, and still awake at eleven? Something was wrong.... No, it was just how Gevanni had begun to function recently.
Visiting Aletta had always been a source of mixed emotions, both comfort and sorrow, for the large man. He missed his baby sister, but at the same time, was glad she wasn't awake to see what Gevanni was becoming.
He finished up a reply on one forum, before clicking open the debate again. Wow... Ryuuzaki definately had a point. Giving a wan smile that didn't reach deep blue eyes, Stephan rubbed a hand through his hair, waiting for Kira's response.
KiraInTheMoon: While I concede that some drugs do work, what about those that dont? What about those that have such horrible side affects that it might as well be WORSE for the people taking them. DX MothraZ: Yo! Nice to see you, Dazz! Pm me? FlowerChild2: Kira, seriously... You... kinda lost. Ran over that point three f5s ago... >.>;
Even Gevanni had to laugh at that one...
Rubbing at his eyes, he signed off, packing up his laptop. The bag was heavy on his injured shoulder. His lieutenant was probably going to yell at him for being late tomorrow... God, he didn't want to do the paperwork on the Jabinsky case...
Kissing Alletta on the forehead, he headed down to his car. Driving home, his thoughts were tormented by thoughts of beautiful dark eyes, and a smile that never dimmed. He wished... that he could rid himself of these thoughts... That was why he joined the site in the first place... but he'd yet to find any real help...
The lights of the city passed by his window, New York City still wide awake and dreaming around him. He parked in the garage across the street from his apartment, heading upstairs tiredly. Maybe tomorrow... He kept hoping... Kept praying tomorrow.
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Post by Fateful on Sept 18, 2011 0:36:36 GMT -5
Mello read the end of the debate, and looked over his newest story that he'd written in school that day. He debated uploading it, but he didn't want to retype the entire thing, so instead he photocopied the page and cut it off, posting a teaser to his 'fans'.
A Teaser for my Fans:
He judges me without holding back; I feel an uncomfortable pain, knowing that I'll never be the ideal. I want his approval, I want his love. But he turns his back. ignoring the one who's supposed to love me, but refuses; withholds his love; wanting me to trade in a part of myself forthe affection I'd to anything to have...
Cross2Burn To be continued...
Mello signed off and turned his computer off and went to bed. He laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling, starting to draw what he'd consider the ideal woman, which slowly morphed into a feminine boy. He growled and ripped the page out, crumbled it and threw it away. Damn it... Why couldn't he just... BE straight. Why was this so hard? He'd tried everything... Everything. He'd gone out with more woman then the man in 1001 Arabian Nights.
Ryuuzaki: Well there are drugs that don't work, but a physician would not prescribe a drug that didn't work, and would stop a person on a drug if it was ineffective. I am not a fan of drugs taken freely to releve pain. People self medicate with illegal substances such as cocaine and heroine. That is not what I believe in. A physician is the ideal source of these drugs, Kira. HazzleDaz: Sure thing! PMing
L noted that he'd won, and stated that he'd have to sign off to pack for work the next day. He was catching a red eye flight from England to New York; he had to be there by tomorrow. Luckily, England was hours ahead, so it would be like going back in time. Yawning, he was about to leave when he noted that Cross2Burn had posted up a new story. He read them all, concerned that he'd hurt himself. All of his stories had dark themes, and he'd confessed to wanting to die more than once. But he wouldn't do it; he was not that type of person to take the easy way out...
He commented quickly. Ryuuzaki: Burn, I look forward to reading the rest. Then packed up his computer and went to the car were Watari was waiting with all of his bags to bring him to the airport.
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Post by otakulady89 on Sept 18, 2011 0:52:06 GMT -5
Reading the teaser made the red-head groan. His fingers flew over the keyboard, to make a reply that would hopefully bring more beauty dripping from those fingers.
Gam3rTr0ll: Beautiful as always, Cross. As your most humble fan, I BEG for more! I don't know who 'He' is, but obviously, he doesn't realise what an amazing poet you are, or he'd fall on his knees and worship as he should! XD Thought about that offer to come crash at my place? I wasn't kidding you know! ;D
Of course he wasn't kidding. He'd love to have one of the chicks from the Site over... After all, it's not like his dad would be in the way, but Matt was more than a little apprehensive. I mean, why would Cross, who was probably so horrifically beautiful that it was a shame she was so depressed, want to hang out with a troll like him?
He looked at the clock again, after hitting send, and yawned. Sleep sounded good... but at the same time... Ah well, what was one night of early to bed-ness? He logged off, leaving his computer humming in the background as he crawled under the clothing-swamped covers, closing his green eyes, as the glow of neon signs flitted outside his windows.
Across the city, amber eyes stared angrily at the screen. How could he have lost again?! He sighed, closing his laptop, leaving the peons to their chattering. Rubbing his temples, the brunette cast a glance at the clock. He'd managed to sneak two or three minutes for the debate, but he really needed to finish that paperwork...
Rolling his shoulders, the hush of the police station at midnight made him wonder if maybe today was one of the good days that meant they were doing good in the world. Standing, he gathered his coat, before knocking on his father's door.
"Father, I'm going out for coffee. Do you want any?" He received a non-commital grunt, as his father, the police Cheif too busy to speak with Light right now. Light smiled anyway, and made a note to pick him up something anyway.
Passing Matsuda and Aizawa with a curt nod hello, he headed outside into the dank air of a New York Midnight. Glancing up at where the stars should be, and seeing only murky brown-blue, he smiled, shaking his head, before heading to starbucks. Morning would start to peak through soon...
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Post by Fateful on Sept 18, 2011 1:03:29 GMT -5
Mello stared at his ceiling, wanting sleep to come, but knew that it wouldn't. He hated feeling this way; conflicted. Sighing, he closed his journal and tossed it onto his closed backpack so he wouldn't forget it and stared at the ceiling. There was a knock on the door and he pretended to be asleep, not wanting to talk to either one of his parents. His mother left, noticing that he was sleeping and quietly closed the door after she turned off the light.
Opening his eyes once she was gone, he rolled over and sighed. He didn't want to go to school tomorrow. Jamie was bothering him... And so was a girl named Alice; it couldn't be more obvious that she was desperate to go out with him, but she just... She was nice, and sweet, but she wasn't his type. Unfortunately. He wished she was. But, he had the feeling that he should go out with her, if for nothing else to try to trick his body into being straight. If that failed, it would make his parents happy. Closing his eyes, he tried to silence his racing mind in order to get some sleep.
L didn't sleep in public, and a plane was far too public for him. Even though it was a long flight, he didn't sleep, and ended up reading the information of the case that was sent to him. He didn't check the site on public wifi, and there was a lot of information he had to absorb before landing and going to the police station. He'd also managed to sleep for about twenty minutes, which was enough for him.
When he arrived, it was a little passed noon. The flight itself took a little over 11 hours. Finally, when he was on the ground, the first thing he wanted to do was eat and piss. After he brought everything to the hotel, Watari convinced him into changing his clothes; even though he only put on another pair of jeans and a clean shirt. Then he was driven to the police station to meet up with Sorichiro Yagami, who had formally requested his assistant with the murderer they had on their hands. He defaced and mutilated his 22 female victims, leaving bruises, burns, cuts, and even surgical marks all over the body of the dead women he'd left behind. Walking inside the station, people stared at him, which he was used to. Once he was inside the main squad room, he scratched the back of his head, feet moving in his chuck taylors. Oh... how he hated shoes...
"I'm looking for Deputy Director Yagami."
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Post by otakulady89 on Sept 18, 2011 1:17:48 GMT -5
Another Yagami looked up instead, seeing the secretary smile and offer to take his name in the visitor book first, and sign the strange male in. How did no one think it strange that a man with long (Light had to force himself not to call it hippy-ish) hair, tangled and matted, eyes that easily looked like a druggie's, and a slouch like an ape, just randomly showed up?
Then his father, tall and graying, but respectable, stepped out of his office, closing the door softly behind him. "Ah, Lawrence! Thank you for coming so soon. I had hoped you'd be willing to work on the case. Our own forensics experts are baffled. I take it you've looked over the case?"
This intrigued Light. He stood, moving over to stand next to his father. As the Detective in charge of the case, it was only natural he be included in these kinds of meetings. "Father... Perhaps we should move to the conference room? I can bring the file with us."
Looking up in surprise, Soiichiro Yagami noticed his son, finally. The handsome detective had on his people-pleaser smile, the one that made women faint, and men blush. The one that the elder Yagami envied in the interrogation room.
Meanwhile, in his patrol car, Gevanni yawned deeply, rolling through the upper-class area of the bronx. He wasn't surprised to see a lot less graffiti today. The cleaning crew had just rolled through a few weeks ago, and the more prolific artists were out, yeah, but the newbies hadn't gotten to this sacred ground yet.
His radio crackled to life, and he listened carefully, the codes sorting through his head, "Reported 415 with possible 273D at 736 Hawthorne Ave. Nearest units respond!"
Hawthorne... High end unites, cookie-cutter homes... It was only three or four miles from here... Gevanni called in a response, and flipped on his lights, heading over there. Might as well, right?
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Post by Fateful on Sept 18, 2011 1:29:59 GMT -5
L smiled at the older Yagami as he was approached. "Forensics is one of my strengths." He explained, shaking hands with him. He followed the two into the conference room, noting the significant differences in appearance between father and son. It went without saying that Light was young and fairly attractive. "I have reviewed the case." He said, climbing into his sweet, perching himself in it. He rested his hands on his knees and leaned forward. "From what I have seen, he is leaving you clues intentionally." He stated with a soft smile. "However, I am uncertain where you expect me to work. This is one of the few police stations with a federal lab built into it; but I figured there would be lengthy requirements in order for you to hire me to work in there, especially due to the fact I came here from another country."
Near was in his room with his physical therapist, who was rather skilled with sheltering him from his parents numerous fights. She was paid well to care for him, and this was included in her duties. He wasn't to see or hear their fights, ever. But she knew that the boy knew of them. He was a genius, how could he not? She didn't live with them, so how could she shelter him at night? Seeing lights outside his window, he twisted his body to lean off his bed, onto his desk to look out the window. "Police...?" He questioned.
Suddenly confused, he scrambled across his bed, trying to get to his wheelchair. "Alex..." He called, turning to face his blonde physical therapist. "I want to go downstairs."
"Near, that is not wise. You should stay here in your room and finish your test." She encouraged, pushing his computer toward him. Whining, he struggled, but eventually resumed the test.
Rester went into the house with Gevanni and separated the constantly feuding couple. Their help as gone, and their son was no where to be found. Putting his gun away, Rester sighed. "Where is he?" He asked, turning to face the woman at his side, who luckily only had a busted lip. This time. "Stephen, go check his room. I'll deal with these two."
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Post by otakulady89 on Sept 18, 2011 1:41:09 GMT -5
"Right." The brunette holstered his own pistol, and headed up the stairs, his boots heavy on the ground. The truth of the matter was, in these cases, it was usually given just as good as got. Which was obviously why the male had a blackened eye as well. He didn't know what these two were fighting about this time, but...
He paused outside the door, swallowing back apprehension. His heart was beating too fast, and he knocked on the door softly. "Miss Amanzo? Alex? It's Officer Gevanni again... Would you mind opening the door for me?" He called, hoping to announce his presence, in case the boy was in a state of undress.
He didn't think he could handle that. Seriously. It wouldn't be good for an officer of the law to faint at the sight of a child shirtless. Once the door opened, he smiled, the smile he always used for children, the one that was quickly becoming 'Near's smile' in his mind. He stepped inside. "Hello again, Near! How are you doing today?" He asked, sitting in a chair next to Alex.
Another brunette half a city away was currently taking care of some paperwork, sorting it into two files, before pushing one towards the dark-haired male across from him.
The elder of the two Yagami's nodded, "Normally there would be a rigorous test, as well as background checks, but in this case, we have clearance, and you have credibility. So, you have access to our labs, federal or not, as well as any assistance from our force that you may need. My son, Light will be your Liazon. If you need anything, let him know, and we'll see what we can do to accomodate you."
Ah... So Light was to be Lawrence's babysitter? How cruel life was. He sighed, almost wishing he was back on the website... He was chatting with Arielle34 recently. He wondered if she'd gotten up the courage yet... His mind wondered only briefly, however, before returning to the well-lit room. He smiled, "It will be a pleasure working with you." He held out his hand, to shake his new found responsibilities' hands.
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Post by Fateful on Sept 18, 2011 1:53:39 GMT -5
Alex heard Gevanni at the door and instantly felt better. She smiled at Near who was still working on his test, finishing it up as she went to the door and opened it. Luckily, Near was better dressed today then the last time Gevanni has visited. Normally Alex was not one to judge, but she didn't like the way Gevanni looked at Near. She wasn't one to judge, really, but no one looked at Near like that before... It just concerned her... But she knew that an officer was not that evil. He'd never hurt a disabled child.
"Gevanni!" Near put his laptop aside when he finished his online test and moved toward the other. He was already in his wheelchair, so there was nothing stopping him from rolling over to him. HE stopped right in front of him and smiled, his beautiful smile. "I've missed you, what's brought you here with me today?" He tilted his head to the side and grinned, but was pleased to see the older officer.
L smiled, taking the files and reviewing them committing the information to memory. "That is quite generous and I appreciate it." He stood, putting his hands in his baggy pockets. "I appreciate your willingness to accept me into the case. I would like to go to the lab and rerun some tests. I am also a trained criminal psychologist, so if you wish to send me any crime scene photographs or other information, I would gladly look at them after I run tests." He added. Once Light started to bring him down into the lab, which was in the basement, he glanced at the male beside him, studying him for a moment. "I'm pleased to meet you Raito." He stated, rather happily. "Your father told me about you when he requested me to come. Praising you helps to release his stress." He gave the reason why he'd been brought up.
"Not to insult your father; but I lived in New York for several years, I do not require a liaison, but I appreciate his offer. If there's anything you wish to put forth to me during this case, I'd appreciate it." He stated.
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Post by otakulady89 on Sept 18, 2011 2:07:49 GMT -5
Gevanni's smile doubled when Near rolled forward to stop in front of him. The little one was absolutely adorable again, and the part of his heart that dreaded these (near daily, recently) visits shrunk back in the face of that smile. "Oh, just another little disturbance... We may have to visit the station again this time. Would you like to come along? Alex has to go home soon, yes? I can show you how to work the vending machines again..." He was so close to rambling out of happiness it wasn't even funny.
Downstairs there was a wordless shout, and the slam of a car door. Gevanni sighed. Backup. That meant that both Nora and her husband Nathaniel would be going to jail for the night... Dammit... He'd have to contact a child advocate again... He turned to Alex. "If you could help him pack an overnight bag?" before turning into the hallway, and pulling out his cellphone, calling the station to arrange one.
At the station, amber eyes narrowed, but smiled at the same time. "Oh absolutely. I'll be sure to bring you anything I find. And thank you, I wasn't aware my father praised me so highly. I'm really nothing much, your average officer, I swear." He chuckled, mostly because modesty sounded nice on him, but to tell the truth it was ridiculous. He was a thousand times better than these peons. He was solving hard cases before he turned thirteen! These idiots... He took a deep breath, to calm himself, his outside visage never ceasing to be calm. He nodded, "Oh, have you already set up your accomodations? I could arrange for a hotel, on the stations penny?" He offered, sure that if he'd only just flown in he couldn't have arranged it...
Fingers tapped on a desk, utterly, completely bored. The smell of teenage sweat and chalk-dust wasn't helping Matt's mental accuity, either. He was beginning to doze off. His whole body strained not to fall onto the desk snoring. Sleep had been kind. Eight hours last night, hence why he was late this morning. But now it seemed his body had gotten used to it. Demanded more. Wanted, greedily, for more dreams.
He sighed, thinking over what he would do on lunch. Head to the library, and spend the entire lunch hour on the Site, obviously, as he always did. It was better that way, and he sometimes caught Cross posting too! He would love to be able to chat with her... but library computers blocked chatting.
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Post by Fateful on Sept 18, 2011 2:26:52 GMT -5
Near's smile slipped a bit when the police station was mentioned. He didn't like it there. What was wrong? Why did his parents keep fighting? It was no secret to him, but he pretended not to know about them because it made them happy. He'd lie, smile, and claim that he'd slept through the night rather than being woken by screaming and china breaking. But he didn't complain. He knew that they were upset, and that this was just the way things were. They both loved him, but in that love, they'd forgotten how to love one another.
"Alright.." He stated after a pause. "Am I really going to have to spend the night?"
Alex stood, uncomfortable. "Perhaps Near should come home with me tonight. It would be better for him." She iterupted, not wanting her charge to sleep in the police station. His back was starting to bother him, and she didn't want to risk him needing surgery or anything similar.
"I want to go to the police station." Near said, facing his physical therapist. "I have not seen Gevanni or Commander Rester in a while. Besides, your apartment is too small and it doesn't have an elevator. It's too much work for you to carry me up that many flights of stairs. I'll be fine." He stated with a smile. "You shouldn't worry about me. I can stand." They'd predicted that he would be completely disabled when he was young, but he'd grown and struggled to gain enough control to stand and even take steps in very short bursts.
Black, puffy eyes stared at the brunette, and L grinned. "Modesty does not suit you, Raito. I'm surprised that no one else can see the high esteem you hold yourself. You're correct however, you are much more intelligent then the other men here." He smiled as they reached the lab. He went inside and noted that no one else was there. A letter of resignation was on the door. Apparently the woman working couldn't take the pressure, nor the horrible crimes that had been committed. L was the only forensic specialist they had left.
"I have a hotel arranged already, so don't worry about that. However, if you're offering to buy me something, I would greatly appreciate the Lemon creme pastries and a chocolate cake from Antonetta's Bakery on 47th."
Mello found himself in the library again, but was writing near the computers. They were all taken, except for one which was broke, or not working properly. It was the one he'd screwed up last time trying to allow chatting. He'd wanted to talk to L, desperately, and he'd ended up just screwing over the computer and near crashing it. He didn't want to be on any of the school computers again, so he gave up and deiced that he should just write or draw. Rather than writing, he'd been pulled into a drawing from one of his stories that was ongoing. It was one of his most popular and had over 3000 readers. Somehow, it made him feel better, that someone actually cared what he wrote. A lot of someone's actually.
He slid into a chair, comfortable. Eating didn't appeal to him right now... he hated eating around people, and it was one way he punished himself. He'd stared at the boy in front of him in his homeroom class. He wasn't going to eat for the rest of the day. He couldn't do his normal pennants in school, so not eating was enough of a punishment, especially since he missed breakfast. His body hurt, since he hadn't eaten much the day before. Mello's stomach twisted and pained, making him pause in his drawing and close his eyes, shifting his position before he continued his illustration.
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Post by otakulady89 on Sept 18, 2011 2:50:59 GMT -5
Noting the broken computer, green eyes closed, and a sigh echoed through the library. Sitting at it, Matt booted it up, before quickly running through some Dos programming, and getting it easily up and running again. A little bit of good samaritan-ship in exchange for the library being his only saving grace.
He sat in front of the computer, and pulled up the Site.
Gam3rTr0ll Logged on...
3 PMs 0 Forum Responses
Damn... She didn't reply. "Aw man..." He mumbled, pouting. Standing up, he logged off, before heading over to the comics section of the library. There was a blonde lounging at one of the tables, doodling. He looked really into it, and his belly was rumbling loud enough to sound an alarm. Matt kinda chuckled, before tuning him out.
A brown eyebrow twitched, and a smile that wasn't quite a smile accompanied Light's words, "W-Well, I'll see what I can do. That place is notoriously hard to get to, not to mention has ridiculously long lines..." He resolved to take his laptop. That way he could steal off of someones wifi. He paused, before smiling again, "Oh, and my name is pronounced Light. Just because I'm japanese doesn't mean Engrish is my first language." He teased right back, before stalking out of the office, high spirited and smirking.
His patent-leather shoes carried him to his car, computer in hand and a break in mind. It sounded fun, waiting in a line with a bunch of middle aged women.
Blue eyes closed, and Gevanni sighed, "Well, just get one when you can... We'll be at the station." He turned then, to smile at Near. "All ready?" He hadn't heard Alex's worries, or he might have tried to push Near into going with her. Or he might have tried harder to pursuade the boy to come with him... He wasn't sure which. And that scared him.
Taking his bag, he hoisted it, "C'mon, kiddo." before hoisting the boy up as well, carrying him one-armed, to show off, grinning. He liked letting the boy rely on him. And Alex could easily get the wheel chair, and bring it along. She'd never had a problem with it before.
Tromping down the stairs, he saw Rester waiting for him. "Near's coming with us. No CA is available right now... So he'll be hanging out with us at the station." He smiled.
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Post by Fateful on Sept 18, 2011 3:16:28 GMT -5
Mello heard someone behind him and tensed out of habit. He saw a red head and felt his lungs fall into his stomach. Woah... He'd never seen this kid before; light colored eyes, either blue or green hidden behind goggles, wild untamed red hair... Damn he was fucking cute. A strange feeling came over Mello and he looked down at his leather journal, moving his legs to continue to draw. He remained focused on drawing one of his dozens of images of his main female character. It was a mix of a girl version of himself, and other beautiful women that Mello had seen. Or women that were supposed to be beautiful. Despite her traits, she was of average physical beauty. Mello focused on her mind and skills, which meant much more to him.
He hated drawing the male lead in public. Sometimes he wondered if he created the ideal human man that he could love... But, he could never really love. That was why he couldn't deal with drawing him when there were people around. He got too emotional. Someone got up from a computer, and he grabbed it for five minutes to check the site. Reading the message from Gamer, he blushed and looked down at his lap. Well... that was unexpected. He smiled and typed him up a response before signing out and returning to his drawing in another chair.
Cross2Burn: I don't think I could move out of my house. Thanks for the offer though, it's sweet. But I don't want to be a writing slave. You're sweet enough to let me walk about the house and wouldn't keep me chained to a computer (or typewriter). However, we both know that we're too young to do something like that. But, there's an infinite future, and stranger choices are made by hundreds every day. Remember remember, our souls of ember; will never be forgot.
L smiled at Light. "I would appreciate the work you put into it. If you go there, if you tell them that Watari sent you, they will not ask you to wait." He stated happily, knowing that this place knew him well enough, despite never having seen him. They would respond to the name Watari much faster than his own. "And if you bring it to me, I would owe you a favor." Once in the lab, he watched Light. Chuckling, he noted that he didn't want his name stated with an accent. "Gomennasai, Light-kun." He stated, accent free. Seeing the look on his face, he grinned as he left to run to the bakery. "Arigato!"
Near smiled, leaning toward Gevanni when he was picked up. Of course, he didn't mind being carried, whereas most people in his position would fight against it. He was independent, and he knew it was faster to be carried then to go down the stairs on his own. His parents let him do what he wanted, so when they were leaving it was better to just be carried. Leaning against Gevanni, he smiled at the officer as Alex carried his wheelchair downstairs.
Once it was in the car, he sat down on the seat in the back of the car. He was by himself in the car, his parents already gone in two other cars. "Good afternoon Rester!" He stated, seeing the other officer, smiling at him. "I'm glad to see you again!"
"I'm glad to see you too Near." He stated, getting into the car and starting the engine and started to drive toward the station. "Do you want something to eat? Maybe some coffee?"
Near shook his head, laughing. "No. I just ate, but don't feel obligated to get me something. If you two are hungry, feel free."
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Post by otakulady89 on Sept 18, 2011 3:38:14 GMT -5
The brunette quickly put away the wheelchair, almost cramming it into the police cruiser's trunk out of sheer nervousness. He had the source of all his problems sitting right in the back of his seat. Dear god... He smiled, forcing the nervousness from his face, before heading to sit next to his partner.
The vehicle vibrated to life beneath the three, the crunch of dirt on the sidewalk under the tires as they pulled out into the street. "Alright, time to head back. We'll stop and grab a coupla large pizzas on the way. I know the other boys'll love that." He grinned.
Light chuckled, "I'll be sure to do that, thank you." Truthfully, he was annoyed with the presumption. I mean, really? Who spent so much at a CAKE SHOP that they became on first name basis?!
The rustle of paper accompanied him outside of his car, the wind shifting inside his car. The cake shop was in fact crowded, and looked a bit annoying. So, he invoked the name of Watari, and dear GOD those people couldn't get him cake FAST enough! Light was surprised to say the least.
Watching a police cruiser go by as he loaded the cake in, however was NOT surprising. Gevanni groaned, however, seeing his superior officer at a cake shop.
"Rester... Why would Yagami be at a cake shop... Doesn't he hate sweets?" He asked, confused.
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