i get angry with athletic ease, break common laws in twos and threes.
[up on the sixth floor, a bored Light can be found, wandering aimlessly. there are a host of other things she could do, but she has found herself worn out on most of them; and besides, there's something strangely pleasant about just making her way through the hushed corridors. she comes to a halt when she catches sight of one set of doors, struck by some subconscious prompt. the doors are dark paneled oak with polished brass handles, grand and official-looking from top to bottom. she really wants to reach out and just open them - they're deeply inviting - but she's too suspicious and too well-versed in the mansion to just do so. she recognizes the urge and recognizes that it's not a natural one, it's some external force working upon her, influencing her, and so she holds back.
but then the door on the right clicks and creaks open. Light takes a cautious step back, but then relaxes a little once she can see inside. it's a courtroom. innocuous enough, surely. finally, frustrated with herself, she sighs and steps inside. it's going to bug her all day if she doesn't, and if the mansion wants her in there - which it clearly does - it'll just find another way, she reasons. she starts, and feels a stab of apprehension, when she realizes a different weight and texture in her clothing; looking down at herself, she sees that her casual outfit - jeans, T-shirt, bare feet - has been replaced with a matching navy suit-jacket and knee-length skirt, white blouse, gray tie, nylons and black pumps with slightly raised heels. the outfit is expensive-looking and well-tailored - the clothes of a high-powered businesswoman.
or a lawyer.
looking around, she takes in her new surroundings. the room is quite large, with rows of seats rising up the walls on three sides; along the fourth, there's the jury bench and the judge's best. the center of the floor has podiums and desks and equipment - everything is mahogany and red velvet. she feels a strange pang as she makes her way up to the front of the room. this shouldn't all feel so... right. appealing.
many of the desks have papers and files. she halts by one of them, and looks down, eyes scanning the pages and labels. words and acronyms spring out at her - "Kira", "L", "NPA", "SPK". she swallows and puts her left hand flat on top of one of the folders, raising her head again, gaze fixing on the judge's gavel. anger spikes in her, suddenly - what point is the mansion trying to make, making this draw her in? with an irked sigh, she brushes her hair out of her eyes - then finds herself oscillating between marching out of the room, and taking a seat and reading further.]
[[OOC: Pretty much, open talk-post! The files/notes aren't actually meant to be that important or specific, though feel free to use them as props however you see fit (they can be about any 'verse's Kira investigation, in any way... whatever, really; on my part it was thrown in for enhancing the texture of the setting more than anything). Given the fact that, well, it's Death Note, I thought a courtroom might be an appropriate setting for having the characters mingle, yes? Oh, right, and no change in appearance/clothing/whatever is compulsory; I just felt like putting that in for bassy, and you can make up any effects to impact your character specifically if you want.
Go go go.]]
but then the door on the right clicks and creaks open. Light takes a cautious step back, but then relaxes a little once she can see inside. it's a courtroom. innocuous enough, surely. finally, frustrated with herself, she sighs and steps inside. it's going to bug her all day if she doesn't, and if the mansion wants her in there - which it clearly does - it'll just find another way, she reasons. she starts, and feels a stab of apprehension, when she realizes a different weight and texture in her clothing; looking down at herself, she sees that her casual outfit - jeans, T-shirt, bare feet - has been replaced with a matching navy suit-jacket and knee-length skirt, white blouse, gray tie, nylons and black pumps with slightly raised heels. the outfit is expensive-looking and well-tailored - the clothes of a high-powered businesswoman.
or a lawyer.
looking around, she takes in her new surroundings. the room is quite large, with rows of seats rising up the walls on three sides; along the fourth, there's the jury bench and the judge's best. the center of the floor has podiums and desks and equipment - everything is mahogany and red velvet. she feels a strange pang as she makes her way up to the front of the room. this shouldn't all feel so... right. appealing.
many of the desks have papers and files. she halts by one of them, and looks down, eyes scanning the pages and labels. words and acronyms spring out at her - "Kira", "L", "NPA", "SPK". she swallows and puts her left hand flat on top of one of the folders, raising her head again, gaze fixing on the judge's gavel. anger spikes in her, suddenly - what point is the mansion trying to make, making this draw her in? with an irked sigh, she brushes her hair out of her eyes - then finds herself oscillating between marching out of the room, and taking a seat and reading further.]
[[OOC: Pretty much, open talk-post! The files/notes aren't actually meant to be that important or specific, though feel free to use them as props however you see fit (they can be about any 'verse's Kira investigation, in any way... whatever, really; on my part it was thrown in for enhancing the texture of the setting more than anything). Given the fact that, well, it's Death Note, I thought a courtroom might be an appropriate setting for having the characters mingle, yes? Oh, right, and no change in appearance/clothing/whatever is compulsory; I just felt like putting that in for bassy, and you can make up any effects to impact your character specifically if you want.
Go go go.]]