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Let the bodies hit the floor...

Sep 19, 2010 20:57

[ WHO ]: Light sinsjustified and L hearthebell
[ WHERE ]: Room 301 Bathroom
[ WHEN ]: September 19th Afternoon
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Closed
[ RATING ]: PG-13 for scary ghost girl coming out of a tub. And maybe a toilet? Nah, just the tub.
[ WARNINGS ]: Possible violent drowning attempt.

( Let the bodies hit the floor... Let the bodies hit the floor... Let the bodies hit the floooooooooooooor! )

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hearthebell September 28 2010, 20:44:38 UTC

L, on the other hand, was somewhat opposed to this experiment--though too curious himself to stop Light from trying. His one condition was that Light not use any of the tape needlessly, in case they really would need to conserve it.

"I still don't see why this is necessary. The hair in the drain can't possibly be all mine. If you're going to provoke a ghost, why not inspect our second bedroom?"

The detective was perched on the toilet behind Light, peering over him at the tub. In his hand, he held the red tape both as a defensive precaution and as a result of mistrust of Light's uses for it.

sinsjustified September 28 2010, 21:11:46 UTC

He looked at L with a bit of irritation. It would be just like L to question Light's plan. There was a slight twitch of a frown at the corner of his lips, but it had quickly given way to a normal expression.

"That one wasn't documented; we don't know what to expect with it. This one is more predictable."

Light's eyes trailed back to the tub, he could see a few strands of black hair coming up through the drain.

Was it actually possible that this could be a ghost?

Light dipped one hand into the water and plucked out a hair before he muttered,"I doubt a ghost would be so solid."

hearthebell September 29 2010, 00:54:53 UTC

"Still, that doesn't change the fact that it is an issue that shouldn't be going unsolved for so long." he muttered. Nevermind the fact that he hadn't taken that initiative yet himself.

"Your shinigami seemed solid enough."

Shinigami... Was their existence the reason L was even entertaining the idea of ghosts?

sinsjustified September 29 2010, 03:24:39 UTC

"If you want to go in there, I won't stop you, but don't expect me to follow you." It's not that Light was afraid of going into the other room; it was just his little way to get back at L for hanging on to the tape and not trusting him with it.

Light tossed the hair aside before he continued speaking, "Shinigami aren't ghosts."

Light leaned a bit towards the tub. Was there more hair now than before? That certainly seemed to be the case. He felt around the drain with the tips of his fingers. There was no way that anything could possibly squeeze through there. Right?

hearthebell October 11 2010, 06:44:20 UTC

"I understand. It takes a strong constitution to face the unknown." If Light was going to be difficult, L could play that game just as well.

He didn't grace the brunet's other comment with a reply. It was pointless to argue these things when the evidence would speak for itself. --And as if on cue... What was--...?

"Light..." L's voice held a warning tone, the detective craning his neck to see better what he thought he saw in the water.

sinsjustified October 12 2010, 23:41:20 UTC

"You--" Light was about to respond but the words were stuck in his throat when a pair of hands lunged out of the water and wrapped around his neck. Needless to say this wasn't something that Light would have called 'normal' and thus caught him by surprise.

His eyes were wide. His mouth hung open. The figure that had come out of the water was horrific; not like a shinigami. Light's mind went blank, he hadn't actually expected--

Light began to panic. His hands reached up to grab the arms of whatever this was but they simply grasped at air. He screamed. The ghost responded with a shriek and began to pull Light down to the depths of the tub.

Light resisted and braced himself at the edge but the creature continued to tug.

hearthebell October 17 2010, 03:18:51 UTC

L's eyes widened in surprise as suddenly, a set of long, dead fingers, connected to a stark white arm and gangly body obscured by a head of dark hair, clamped around Light's neck--and pulled. The younger man's utter failure to shake the monster's grip was punctuated by a distressed scream, joined by the piercing voice of his attacker. Light was in trouble. L had the tape. The detective's grip on said roll tightened...but he remained where he was, muscles tensed.

He hesitated, gaze furrowing darkly, as he considered his options. What obligated him to come to Light's rescue? Kira's rescue? It really wasn't warranted, especially considering the spree killer had technically "successfully" murdered L--at one point... And didn't Kira fully deserve it? Not only was he worthy of the death penalty, but he did also incite this exact circumstance. Except ( ... )

sinsjustified October 17 2010, 03:52:13 UTC

Things were happening so quickly that Light wasn't able to get a proper grasp on the situation. He wasn't able to think. His usually quick thinking mind was simply at a loss. Light pushed back from the tub; at that moment he was grateful that he and L were handcuffed.

"R-ryuza--" He choked harshly on the words. L wouldn't let him die like this, would he? No, that wasn't his style.

As he struggled Light hardly noticed the crack and plop of his jigoberry falling into the tub. The only thing that his mind could focus on was the cold wet trauma that was sucking the life from him through his neck.

The creature's scream, as the tape touched it, flowed straight through Light as though he weren't there. The bone reverberating sound caused him to shut his eyes. Light didn't want to be here! He didn't want to be seeing this! This had to be some sort of a dream!

He tried to scream but no sound and no air would escape him. It seemed like an eternity before the ghost retreated from the tape and back to the drain...

hearthebell October 17 2010, 07:55:08 UTC

When the creature recoiled from that painful contact, it incidentally managed to knock the tape from L's hand. The detective attempted to catch it, but it splashed into the water before he could react quickly enough.
His hand followed after to retrieve it, but an icy iron grip at his forearm prevented him.

L looked up and found he was suddenly face to "face" with a mass of black hair. Before it could register in his mind, the detective was being yanked roughly by his shirt into the water, his knees the against the edge of the tub the only thing preventing him from falling completely in. Water sloshed as he struggled to find better purchase and pull himself out.

There were only brief moments in which his head was above water, that he used to sputter for breath. Meanwhile, however, his hand was searching frenziedly...not for the tape but... There. He had finally found the drain...yanked...and at last, the water began to drain away.

sinsjustified October 17 2010, 19:03:45 UTC

Light was still recovering from the attack when the creature grabbed L. He only had time to manage a sputter, a cough, and a gasp before he realized he had to take some sort of action.

Now that he wasn't the one that was in danger he could actually manage to come to his senses. He paid no attention to the painful bruises at his neck nor to the burning sensation in his lungs as he latched on to L. His arms wrapped around the detective's chest and pulled him back; if not to draw him out then to at least stabilize his head above the water. Yet the other-worldly strength of their attacker seemed to be far too over powering when the tape wasn't involved.

hearthebell October 17 2010, 22:58:35 UTC

The monster didn't immediately release him as he had hoped, but the (admittedly somewhat unexpected) extra support from Light was what kept him from slipping into the tub entirely...until enough water had drained that the white creature's grip slowly began to slacken. As if swept back down by the flow of the water, the ghost retreated to the drain, and by the final gurgle, it had disappeared.

It left L leaning on the outside of the tub, coughing and panting to catch his breath. After a moment, he cast Light a rather waterlogged resentful stare.

"Are you satisfied?"

sinsjustified October 17 2010, 23:33:14 UTC

What was there to say--apart from the number of curses floating through his mind? Satisfied surely wasn't the correct word. Light was still panting as he released L and slid to the floor.

He could still feel the hands on his throat; they felt so real. Purple and blue welts swelled on his throat in the shape of a pair of palms complete with fingers. It was going to be a while before it went away--how did ghost wounds heal, anyway? His breathing was slow. His eyes slipped shut. He felt drained.

"F***... you..." He would have gotten up and left if he could manage to pull himself to his feet. He wasn't about to admit this was a completely horrible idea.

hearthebell October 18 2010, 00:29:37 UTC

"I don't believe I deserve to hear that language directed at me," he returned coldly.

His clothes and hair were soaked, shirt stretched and slightly torn at the neck. Turning where he sat, he reached into the tub, a wary eye on the drain, to retrieve his fumbled red tape and Light's cellphone. He allowed the former to slip around his unchained wrist as he stood and held the cellphone over the basin of the tub, watching water stream from the abused piece of equipment.

"We're taping the apartment. And we need supplies."

sinsjustified October 18 2010, 00:51:10 UTC

Taping the apartment he had no qualms with but leaving to get supplies? Did L mean leaving right now? Light didn't want to get up and he certainly didn't want to go anywhere that there might be more ghosts. At least he knew what to expect inside their apartment.

But he certainly couldn't deny that going for supplies was a good idea; especially if it might get them more red tape. Light could use some more red tape. Red tape was good. Light loved red tape. He would coat himself in the stuff if it were possible.

His eyes narrowed. His hands clenched. This had to be some sort of sick experiment. Light tried to push himself up but he was still too weak.

"I'm not going anywhere at the moment." His voice was still a bit raspy and wounded.

hearthebell October 18 2010, 01:59:02 UTC

"I never said we were leaving now. But you're going to have to at least stand up if you expect us to secure the area. I think we can both agree to want to get that done sooner rather than later." L certainly did.

With thumb and forefinger, the detective plopped the dead phone into Light's lap, reaching for a towel to dry off not himself, but his invaluable roll of red tape. When Light still seemed reluctant to budge, L peered a bit closer at the younger man, eying the already-forming bruises at Light's neck especially.

"Are you hurt?"

sinsjustified October 18 2010, 02:30:35 UTC

"I'll live." He almost snapped in his response. He was certainly hurt but thankfully it wasn't anything that would kill him; or at least so he hoped. Even if he was greatly injured he wouldn't admit it to L; he had too much pride for that.

Light took and toyed with his phone. It was dead at the moment--wonderful--he hoped that once it dried out it would be mostly back to it's old self. This wasn't the first time he'd dropped a phone in water so he wasn't too worried.

Light shifted before he dropped the phone back in his lap; he loosened his tie and tossed it aside before he opened his top button. The lack of restraints felt so comforting at the moment that he let out a relaxed sigh.

"What about the tape?" He didn't bother to ask about L's personal condition; the tape was far more important. If that were destroyed or lost it's adhesiveness it would be nearly worthless.

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