Kaworu immediately gravitated towards the keyboard. It was not a piano, not truly, but it was attractive in all of the same ways. Music freed the mind from conscious thought, and Kaworu was feeling exceptionally weighed down by exactly that. There was a heaviness, as well as a lightness. He did not know where to begin approaching the situation with
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He followed the nurse to the music room with too much to think about to bother displaying his continuing displeasure with her and this place. He wasn't resigned to the forced passivity by any means, but he had another factor to consider now. When he busted out, he was damn well getting L out too. He found it ridiculous that no one had organized a patient uprising yet.
Decor that was supposed to be calming tended to have the opposite effect on Mello here--Who do you assholes think you're kidding? was his usual thought--and the music room was no exception. He noted L already occupying one of the couches, in conversation with a tattooed older man, but didn't interrupt. Instead he went to look through the boxes of CDs, intending to eavesdrop unobtrusively.
[For Ayumu.]
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She paused just inside the door, glancing around uncertainly at the contents of the room. At her nurse's prodding she took another couple of steps in, still hesitant and uncomfortable, and then she visibly noticed Mello and brightened. She moved over toward him with a shy smile that widened just slightly as she paused just far enough away to speak.
"Mello-han?" she asked, sounding surprised and rather pleased. "I thought you were gone! It's good to see you again."
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"I'm afraid you've got the wrong Mello, miss...?" He let it trail off. Hell, he could do charming too.
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The smile faded into surprise, flickered toward dismay, then settled on disappointment for an instant before reasserting itself. "Oh, you...you are Mello, aren't you?" Her attention paused for a second on the scar before moving away, a slight tinge of a blush on her cheeks saying that she'd realized staring was rude. But it was a rather distinctive mark, to be certain ( ... )
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"That's me, but I just got here yesterday." So much for 'Morgan,' but if the behavior of the other prisoners was any indication, no one would comply with any name he wanted to be called anyway. It was actually satisfying, in a weird way, that so many people had recognized him. It meant his alternate had made an impression.
"And I haven't seen Robin in years." Nothing had the ring of truth like the actual truth, he figured. "You were close to him? And... well, me?" She had gained more of his attention by now, but he wasn't dropping the twin pretenses of being friendly and just a little lost yet. He privately wondered if she'd known the other one well enough that a 'cut the crap' would be forthcoming.
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The question was enough to make her gaze drop to the floor again, and Ayumu gave a bashful-looking nod. "I...yes, I suppose we were...." So even Mello suspected he was from a different time. The fact that he already seemed to know and understand the oddities of how such things worked here was hardly a surprise. "But, he - well, neither one of you talked about your world very much. I do know he was taken only a few days before his twentieth birthday, if that helps at all?"
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He watched Sen intently now, only a small fraction of his focus occupied by L and the tattooed man. "Were they working together here, back home, or both? Did either of them mention something important they were in the middle of at home?"
Mello believed that at least some of the people stuck here had come from times or places where Kira didn't exist, but that didn't mean he was just going to throw the name around. You never knew who might be listening.
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"He didn't really talk about home very much," she replied, finally lifting her eyes enough to give him a faintly puzzled look, as inwardly she considered her options and made a decision. "You -- or, ah, the other you, he was busy trying to find out how this place worked, to find a way home. At least, that seemed like what he was concentrating on."
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"Before they disappeared, had anything recently changed, about them or the Institute?"
Most people seemed to put the comings and goings down to random chance, but that didn't necessarily mean there wasn't a pattern. If someone had gotten too close to any sort of discovery, that could easily have been grounds for sending them away.
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Instead of mentioning any of her thoughts to him, though, she immediately went for the least likely idea and reacted with embarrassment that she was apparently trying to hide. "Oh. Ah...nothing that I can...think of." She paused a moment, then continued, "There was the trip to Doyleton, but I think y--the old you was already gone by then."
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"Tell me about Doyleton," he said. "How close is it, and how big?"
He realized to his annoyance that he didn't even know what state they were in, or if they were still in the States at all, though the time he couldn't account for seemed short enough to preclude having gone overseas. He wasn't about to display his ignorance by asking, and it didn't matter anyway. Mello was accustomed to getting anywhere he needed to be at practically a moment's notice.
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"I'm not certain how far it is," she replied, with a thoughtful frown. "They took us there on...in carriages Robin said were called buses. They moved faster than anything I'm used to, so I couldn't judge the distance. I was told that we make the trip every week, though. So perhaps you'll see it soon enough yourself?"
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It seemed like a good sign that there were field trips, but Mello saw it was only superficially good. He was sure there were safeguards in place to make sure no one used the chance to escape. His double had been here for more than a week, and would have visited the town and still come back. That meant walking out of Doyleton was no easier than escaping the hospital itself. Mello was starting to be glad the other one had been here. It was saving him some trial and error. I wonder if he left me any information somehow. There's no fucking way I'd end up here again if I could help it, but he would've thought the same thing at first...
He put those thoughts aside for the moment and focused on the girl again. She was friendlier towards him than even one of his supposed allies, and he wanted to get to why. "Perhaps. So, what about you, Sen? What's your story?"
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Ayumu blinked at him, as though surprised by the way the topic changed again, and tilted her head to one side slightly. "My story? What do you...I've been here for about a week and a half, if that's what you meant?"
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