rules of the house.
[His clothing never altered to match the black and white stripes of his jailmates and Light's blood, now brown smears, is the only thing reminding him: This is just a mansion. About three days ago he decided that, having found that biting does little to wake him and, by his very nature, he is more apt to sleep an hour than a full night. Even if time passes differently, this dream is ridiciulously long. So he's awake. In some sense. In other words... that actually Light Yagami. Perhaps a different one- no, most likely.
The stone is drenched in a thin layer of slime, which bares more of a resemblance to mucus than anything one would find in an actual cell. When he had first entered, the shock of the environment change and guards sent him deeper into the room; the same guards are now holding two rather impressive and realistic firearms. The refuse to respond to words, merely lifting their guns whenever he much as inches closer. L might orchestrate an escape with basic living materials, but so far they haven't exactly been providing anything.
Though he has located various scraps of food each time he comes back from resting his eyes. This is getting ridiculous, though... The top detective L in prison. He stretches his toes against the sticky floor, for once missing footwear. Hopefully the mansion grows bored with his inaction.
L's certainly bored.]
(ooc; Revisitinggggg an old room. There are two guards blocking the door this time, as well. Door's always open- just might have difficulty getting back out through it. <3]
The stone is drenched in a thin layer of slime, which bares more of a resemblance to mucus than anything one would find in an actual cell. When he had first entered, the shock of the environment change and guards sent him deeper into the room; the same guards are now holding two rather impressive and realistic firearms. The refuse to respond to words, merely lifting their guns whenever he much as inches closer. L might orchestrate an escape with basic living materials, but so far they haven't exactly been providing anything.
Though he has located various scraps of food each time he comes back from resting his eyes. This is getting ridiculous, though... The top detective L in prison. He stretches his toes against the sticky floor, for once missing footwear. Hopefully the mansion grows bored with his inaction.
L's certainly bored.]
(ooc; Revisitinggggg an old room. There are two guards blocking the door this time, as well. Door's always open- just might have difficulty getting back out through it. <3]