It's only been about a day since Beyond woke up in this strange place, but he's already become quite accustomed to it. it's not like you're ever really alone He's taken to wandering the halls, talking to himself, and rethinking his entire existence, the one where he was set to the side and raised to become the next L. Ever since his diagnosis last summer, Beyond's lost some of his hope of ever seeing that dream fulfilled. Then he stops, about midway down a corridor.
He seems rather drawn to this room, though he couldn't say exactly why. There's nothing about it that discerns it from the rest of the hallway, so he just... walks right in.
The door shuts behind him, and the swinging and the clicking and the silence... it's all quite ominous, filling Beyond's ears and Beyond's head. His breath catches as the silence swims around him, and it hits him quite abruptly that he will never be L.
Eyes darting quickly around the room, Beyond's breathing becomes ragged. "Oh, no."
[[ooc: wtf, lj? anyway, glad you're back, and this room is awesome <33]]
[He's never seen this one around before, but it doesn't matter. Whoever it is, they're just a copy of a copy of a copy stuck in the same fucking place he is.]
S'not like you can die here or anything. Or leave.
[His eyes immediately go to the other's trembling hand and the first thing that hits Mello's thoughts is that he's set on reaching for something. If this fucker's got a piece, shit's about to get ugly in here.
And he's got this look--Mello's seen that look. It never ends in anything less than violence.]
We've never spoken. [Even as the words leave his mouth, his first instinct is to reach behind him, ever so slowly. The metal is cool against his back, snugly placed in the waist of his pants and God help the fucker if he's gotta take it from there.]
I know you...[He blinks. Keep the conversation casual.] Beyond, right?
Beyond eyes this one warily. He is familiar, though not - this does not bode well, he thinks. Reaching up, he runs his shaking hand through his thick hair, closing his eyes and releasing an equally shakey sigh. Shifting his weight just slightly, he can feel the box cutter in his back left pocket, pressing against the back of his thigh. This, for some reason, causes him to relax a bit - as though nothing but himself can harm him.
"Yes," he answers after a long moment of silence; it alarms him that the voices and the whispering have stopped for now. Looking around, Beyond realizes just how peaceful the quiet is without their tormenting company. "And you are Mello - though not one that I have met."
I've heard some crazy fucken stories about you. [He brushes the back of his hand over the metal for reassurance.]
So let's play a game. [He doesn't mean to be so on guard, but this place, combined with what he's heard about Beyond makes for a severely dangerous situation, as far as he's concerned.]
You sit down and I'll calm down. [A none-too-friendly smile accompanies this.] Deal?
Beyond smiles slightly at the first statement. "I still remember you when you were small - so wild you were. Drove Roger up the wall." He snickers at a long-ago memory.
His grin widens and his eyes narrow at the rest of Mello's words. "You mean you are not calm now?"
[Ah. Totally different worlds, then. He never met Beyond in his. Though he's not particularly enthusiastic about the idea of a B being around his generation. Poor kids.]
Still grinning like the madman that he is, Beyond looks to his right; sidestepping, he leans over and grabs a chair. The legs scrape loudly against the floor as he drags it over, turning it backwards and plopping into it, regaining eye contact with Mello. He seems very amused.
[T'ch. Weak tactics. If B's trying to intimidate him, he's gotta try a lot fucken harder than this. Mello's gotta appreciate his candor, though. It takes a lot of balls to openly fuck with someone you've met three seconds ago. Unless the bastard has an agenda. Of just nuts.
Beyond's grin returns - especially when he sees Mello visibly relax a bit.
"Oh, no," he says, shaking his head. "A was..." He cocks his head to one side, thinking. a pussy unworthy of notice weak "A was A. There's not really an effective way to describe him - though 'cocky' would not be my first impression."
He seems rather drawn to this room, though he couldn't say exactly why. There's nothing about it that discerns it from the rest of the hallway, so he just... walks right in.
The door shuts behind him, and the swinging and the clicking and the silence... it's all quite ominous, filling Beyond's ears and Beyond's head. His breath catches as the silence swims around him, and it hits him quite abruptly that he will never be L.
Eyes darting quickly around the room, Beyond's breathing becomes ragged. "Oh, no."
[[ooc: wtf, lj? anyway, glad you're back, and this room is awesome <33]]
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[He's never seen this one around before, but it doesn't matter. Whoever it is, they're just a copy of a copy of a copy stuck in the same fucking place he is.]
S'not like you can die here or anything. Or leave.
[ooc: ohai]
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"Are you the one who told me that I try to outsmart L?"
same face, different brain squishy wormy brain
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[His eyes immediately go to the other's trembling hand and the first thing that hits Mello's thoughts is that he's set on reaching for something. If this fucker's got a piece, shit's about to get ugly in here.
And he's got this look--Mello's seen that look. It never ends in anything less than violence.]
We've never spoken. [Even as the words leave his mouth, his first instinct is to reach behind him, ever so slowly. The metal is cool against his back, snugly placed in the waist of his pants and God help the fucker if he's gotta take it from there.]
I know you...[He blinks. Keep the conversation casual.] Beyond, right?
[ooc: <3 ]
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"Yes," he answers after a long moment of silence; it alarms him that the voices and the whispering have stopped for now. Looking around, Beyond realizes just how peaceful the quiet is without their tormenting company. "And you are Mello - though not one that I have met."
[[ooc: <33]]
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So let's play a game. [He doesn't mean to be so on guard, but this place, combined with what he's heard about Beyond makes for a severely dangerous situation, as far as he's concerned.]
You sit down and I'll calm down. [A none-too-friendly smile accompanies this.] Deal?
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His grin widens and his eyes narrow at the rest of Mello's words. "You mean you are not calm now?"
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Yes or no? It's not a hard decision.
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"Better?"
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If he's anything like what Mello's heard from L.]
For you.
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"Ouch," he says, without putting much effort into faking, "that stings."
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Only heard a few things about the first generation. [His head tilts slightly] Were you all this cocky?
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"Oh, no," he says, shaking his head. "A was..." He cocks his head to one side, thinking. a pussy unworthy of notice weak "A was A. There's not really an effective way to describe him - though 'cocky' would not be my first impression."
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