Cake & OCD 001 - [Video]
[[Unaware he's being watched on some sort of video device, L jerks upright from what could only be the most traumatic thing of his young life. His dark eyes look out from under his messed hair to the sound of his rapidly beating heart in his ears- his heart. ..He touches his chest, looking down there at that point as though that would explain why he was suddenly not where he should have been. He notices this bed isn't exactly the floor he remembers falling to and that this blankets wrapped around him weren't the arms of his cohort grasping him [SPOILER]in his dying moments[/SPOILER].
Slowly he slides his legs to the side, over the edge of the bed sitting motionless a while while studying his surroundings. Apprehensively he stands with the blanket around him, he still feels cold. He's not sure if it's the temperature or if it's the wrath of a scorned reaper. With a lick of his lips to wet them down again, they seemed to have gone dry, he steps to a window, setting his pale, delicate fingers to the glass. It was raining back home too that day.
His mind races and his unblinking eyes try to take in what he's seeing outside, which admittedly isn't much to give him to go on for location. He makes his considerations about his personal situation as well, the fact if he's here then ... then if he's here--]]
Watari?
[[L finally turns around, looking into the room itself and says the name louder again.]]
Watari?
[[As he passes the communication device, his eyes scan over it and they narrow, realizing he is indeed being at least recorded by the device based on what he's seeing. He walks over briskly, takes a quick look at it and shuts the feed down almost as soon as he has it in his hands.]]
(( OOC: Castmates are welcome to get a hold of him in person since I'm assuming they'd know where the others had been staying. ))
Slowly he slides his legs to the side, over the edge of the bed sitting motionless a while while studying his surroundings. Apprehensively he stands with the blanket around him, he still feels cold. He's not sure if it's the temperature or if it's the wrath of a scorned reaper. With a lick of his lips to wet them down again, they seemed to have gone dry, he steps to a window, setting his pale, delicate fingers to the glass. It was raining back home too that day.
His mind races and his unblinking eyes try to take in what he's seeing outside, which admittedly isn't much to give him to go on for location. He makes his considerations about his personal situation as well, the fact if he's here then ... then if he's here--]]
Watari?
[[L finally turns around, looking into the room itself and says the name louder again.]]
Watari?
[[As he passes the communication device, his eyes scan over it and they narrow, realizing he is indeed being at least recorded by the device based on what he's seeing. He walks over briskly, takes a quick look at it and shuts the feed down almost as soon as he has it in his hands.]]
(( OOC: Castmates are welcome to get a hold of him in person since I'm assuming they'd know where the others had been staying. ))