Matt stormed down the hallway of his and Mello’s house angrily.He was headed for their room to pack up his belongings and leave this stupid brat behind. Mello didn’t stop him, didn’t even try, he just stared at him when he saw him walk towards the room ( Read more... )

[It's a slow, silent creep that he's had perfected since his days spent tailing Misa Amane and Mogi for Mello - years since he first utilized it, to tail that cute crazy bitch that was probably the world's most widespread mass murderer and her ignorant bodyguard.

These days, though, it's better put to use chasing after cheating wives and ruthless ( Read more... )

[It has been months and months since B has opened his eyes. He thinks he may have forgotten how to do so.

The floor is cold against his cheek, and the air is musty; he can almost taste it. His fingers are scrabbling against the floor with too long nails, and the floor creaks in protest, a sharp noise to ears that have not heard in far too long.]

... ( Read more... )

*In the end, it wasn't exactly the death she'd feared, but it was close enough to make no difference. She landed back in her world late, too fucking late. Time had run on without her, and there was no time to call Matt, which she wouldn't have done even if she could have. There was only one thing to do: snatch Takada and hope it worked ( Read more... )

When Near reappears in the mansion, he's in mid-step, and the sudden change of scenery disorients him. He stumbles, but recovers, quickly taking in his surroundings ( Read more... )

He had been here before but it was a different time. Was B still around? Or finally left. He had arrived in the kitchen this time instead of the hallway like many arrivals do ( Read more... )

While he'd bedded down in a strange area, Matt was pretty damned sure where he woke up wasn't the same place. He remembered securing a utility room in a drainage chamber. But when he finally awoke (after feeling he slept a lot longer than he usually did), he found himself in what appeared to be a bar. He grumbled and stood up, brushing himself ( Read more... )

A long, white, claustrophobic hallway and a young boy, about 14, poking his head out of an open door. Moderately sized husky ears perked and alert on top of his mop of red hair, blue goggles pulled back. He wrinkles his sensitive nose, trying to catch a sent.

"...uhm...hello? Where am I...," his voice trails off.

[ooc: oh hay. if anybody ( Read more... )

He was running from a pack of new zombies ones that were stronger than he had previously faced. He thought they couldn't swim! His clothes are soaked through and torn at the sleeves, hem, and pant-legs there are mild scratch marks on one leg but not severe for him to raise questions about. Clutching the kamas fiercly he slashes one of the monsters ( Read more... )

"Ohhhhhhh -"

A blink. Okay, where was she? Where was she? Where was Light? Where was Mikami? Where was Justin?

No, no, no - backtrack. Where was Light? Where in God's name was that bastard - ohhhhhh....

Right.

She arched her head to the side. The wallpaper looked oddly familiar.

...

...

Right.

It was then, Misa realized exactly where she was.

She loudly ( Read more... )