It's like that twilighty show about that zone...

[beyondryuzaki]

Beyond's sigh floated through the face mask. How long had it been? A year? Two years? Time disappears so easily when one is behind bars-well except for the numbers that counted down above people's heads.

Day in and day out it was the same. The same boring old monotony. B could feel his mind slipping away; he was becoming lethargic. This wasn't

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[misamisal]

::In a connecting hall, Misa walks humming a classical tune. She carrys a silver tray piled with sweets; cakes, cookies, perserves jam, muffins strawberries, raspberries, tarts and a few small thermos' of strawberry and chocolate milk. Her red plaid dress swishes softly as she moves, her blonde hair and the bow headband bouncing slightly with each step. The humming gets louder as she nears and suddenly she rounds the corner, stopping short when seeing a man in a mask.::
::Normally, she loved masks and thought those to be wearing them to be fun, but this mask was different- it reminded her of a movie she happened to see at a very young age about a man who bit another man's face off. But if her memory served her right, she had found the man to be strangely interesting, however still dangerous. And this one appear to be a B. Oh dear, L would not like this.::
::Approaching cautiously, keeping her distance, she stops and smiles softly, a little nervous::
Um, hello. Is everything alright?

((ooc: Welcome! I hope you have fun here! :) Misa

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[misamisal]

((ooc: Wait, isn't your subject from Futurama? It sounds like something Fry has said. XD Also, it made me lol. :3 ))

Did not just typo "simpsons", nope.

[beyondryuzaki]

((OOC: XD Actually, I think it was from The Simpsons. I'm pretty sure that Homer said it.))

Re: Did not just typo "simpsons", nope.

[misamisal]

((ooc: Oh yeah! LOL I figured it was one of those. ;) Heehee! ))

[logical_red]

[Blinking as he exits his and Mello's room, Matt makes sure to shut the door especially quietly; the blond still sleeping inside is pretty bad off, and he's pretty sure he'll be a noisy bastard if anything wakes him up before he's ready for it. But dammit, Matt's ready for food!

As he starts to walk down the hallway, he stops after just a few steps; there, a few feet down, is a rather irritated-looking B.

He blinks, lighting right up and sucking down a lungful of acrid smoke, calming his nerves.]

Need some help?

[[ooc: hi there! i fail at ooc comments on tags, sorry! >D this is Red, and he's pretty much your regular Matt, though he wears his goggles on his head instead of over his eyes, blue jeans, striped shirt, and he's barefoot; B's eyes'll show that he's got a day left to live.]]

[beyondryuzaki]

B jumped; he was a bit startled by the boy's sudden appearance. Other than that, however, B seemed unimpressed. He brought one hand to his li-face mask as he looked the red head over. His eyes were piercing and probing.

One day was left on his counter. How...tempting. B shuffled closer.

“What is this place?”

((ooc: Hi. XD Nice to meetcha. ))

[logical_red]

A mindfuck, that's what.

[He gives B a look, like "Dude, don't even try it."] Before you start getting all antsy in your pantsy, Backup, people don't die here. It's some weird interdimensional fuckup, pulling all kinds'a people from all kinds'a worlds. We all seem to have something in common, like Wammy's or the Kira case. [He takes another drag.] Watch out for the rooms, 'cause they do funny shit to you. Some rooms'll actually hurt or kill you, but those, thankfully, are pretty easy to dodge; just stay away from the ones with Xs on 'em.

[Should Matt explain about the copies of people? He contemplates this a moment, but decides against it; B's a big boy, and he hasn't seen another B for quite some time.]

[beyondryuzaki]

B frowned-deeply. He was taken out of prison and brought to this place and now he was being told that it was impossible for anyone to die here? What new fresh madness was this? Was he still in his cell and having a psychotic break? Had the last thread of his sanity finally snapped like the prison's therapist had been predicting for the last year and a half?

The numbers over Matt's head were taunting. B actually felt like lashing out and attempting to kill the boy regardless; but he relented to his common sense for now. There was time and place for everything and the numbers had never lied to him before.

His eyes focused on Matt's. “How do you know who I am?”

Treehouse of Horror reference FTW! :D

[down_to_nowhere]

[A by-now only slightly green-around-the-gills Mello is wandering around aimlessly, vaguely looking for his Matt. He stops short when he sees B--he knows this one's a B--and eyes him warily.]

Heh, looks like you just pulled a hell of a vanishing act.

[ooc: Hiya! The eyes will show him this Mello has one second left to live.]

XD Yeah!

[beyondryuzaki]

That was putting things mildly. B's head tilted to the side. Who was this? Where was it that B currently found himself? There were a lot of questions that he wanted to ask. And B would have asked them if he hadn't found himself in a trance staring at the one second left on Mello's timer.

Was it not moving? Beyond rubbed his eyes and looked again.

No change.

What?

This was unfair! What a tease! What a cruel joke! What was going on here!?

Beyond's eyes moved down to Mello's face but continued to glance at the timer at least once every few seconds.

“Who--” No, that wasn't the right question, “What are you?”

[down_to_nowhere]

[Mello has had people stare up there before, and do more than stare, but B has always been more subtle, to say the least, than most Misas.]

I'm not about to drop dead. Whatever it says, it's been that way for a year. I'm M.

[He never met B in person in his world, but still expects the letter to mean something to him.]

[beyondryuzaki]

A year? A YEAR? Where was he? This was completely insane. It was completely unfair. Beyond glanced around; he couldn't help but wonder if this were some sort of joke. His eyes narrowed. He frowned.

Beyond let out a sigh. This was wrong. All of it was wrong. This wasn't really happening. This could not be the reality that he knew.

This person, M, had to have been lying. But everything seemed to corroborate what he said. The man had not dropped dead yet. And by all means he should have. B made his way closer and examined the figure.

“M, What exactly is this place?”

[spazzykira]

*Misa sees him from down the hallway, and thinks it's another L, so she goes over and smiles.*

Hey Ryuzaki! Need help with that itch?

*She takes a moment at that point, noticing that he's not quite like the Ryuzakis she knows... but she doesn't do anything with that. At least not quite yet.*

[beyondryuzaki]

B's ears pricked up at the sound of someone's voice. Someone he had never heard before. Yet, apparently the person knew him. Beyond turned to face her; his eyes were unblinking. This was strange.

“Yes. If you would, I would be grateful.”

Fff, sorry for taking so long!! I was busy, and then my internet crapped out on me... *cries*

[spazzykira]

Sure~

*Misa smiles and reaches over to scratch his back. She once again gets that feeling of him being... not her Ryuzaki though, so... well no, she couldn't possibly have just looked above his head to try and see his name and lifespan! Of course not!

...Not that it matters- there wasn't anything to see there anyway, something she's getting kinda used to here in the Dressing Room. But never the less, she does have a little... concern in her eyes as she smiles at him again.*

Better?

*Pat pat* D: Dont worry about it.

[beyondryuzaki]

B nearly purred as felt her scratch. She was right on target and her nails were so soothing. He felt entranced. For just a brief moment he let his eyes slip shut and he smiled.

When the need to be scratched had gone B turned to face the woman. She seemed interesting. B brought his thumb up to his face mask as he thought.

“How did you know my name?”

[beyondryuzaki]

Ah yes... That was the spot. B sighed happily-at least until he realized he knew that voice. Beyond wasted no time, he spun around-his hands were poised to grip the L's throat. His eyes were wide; It had been so long since he had seen L!

“Lawli!” His voice was a low cruel growl. Yet he seemed as though he would break out into maniacal laughter at any moment.

(ooc: XD; Uh. Hi. Sorry, B kind of has a thing for and issues with his L; so this is bound to be a rough meeting.)

[beyondryuzaki]

B chuckled. His grip tightened. It had been so long since he had seen his beloved-L?

...Why was there no name? There was no lifespan either and-something was off. This wasn't the L he knew. What was this cheap imitation? B was offended; he was hurt. He had thought that he had finally gotten his L back and this is what he's given?!

B snarled. “Who or what are you!?” He began to dig his nails in to the neck of the false L.

(ooc: XD; Kay.)