And what can you say to a bad guy who's not there?

[electronic_mail]

--really sucks.  I mean, someone should seriously just mark the rooms with what they do, instead of X's, you know?

*He pauses a moment, in thought.*

But then, the mansion would probably switch the rooms around, just to fuck us all over.

*Mencia laughs quietly, emerging into the hallway from the therapy room, Mello right behind him.*

Comments

[jusadmello]

Mello laughs a little and follows Mencia. 'You think the mansion, or whatever, is sentient?'

Creepy.

[electronic_mail]

There's supposed to be some master guy behind it all.

*Lighting a cigarette--that room had been brutal.*

But I think the sentient idea is much more plausible. I don't like the idea of a big guy pulling the strings, y'know?

[jusadmello]

'This is ridiculous,' he says, gritting his teeth. He's been on edge the whole time, this new ordeal setting him one wrong comment away from launching himself at the wall until he feels like he has done something to get himself away.

He's fuming now, he's mad at the house and the room that made him act like an idiot; how did it do that, anyway, he's worked himself up.

[electronic_mail]

Y-yeah.

*He glances over, noting the anger--easily recognizable, he's seen it far too often on Macabre.*

Hey--you okay?

[jusadmello]

Mello takes a deep breath through his nose, clenches his fists 'til he can feel his nails digging into his palms.

'I just--god damn it!' he yells, kind of embarrassed about losing his cool so easily.

[electronic_mail]

Woah.

*Mencia takes an instinctive step back at the yell, flinching as if he expected--well. The common Mello outburst of violence.

He doesn't know how to fix this, so he hesitantly reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a little carton, before nervously holding it out--still keeping his distance.*

...cigarette?

[jusadmello]

Mello grimaces. 'I don't smoke, but it's not like there's anything else to do here.' He reaches out for a cigarette.

'I'm not going to hurt you, relax.'

[electronic_mail]

Yeah. Yeah, it's cool.

*He reaches into another pocket and hands Mello a lighter.*

...is everything alright?

[jusadmello]

Mello lights the cigarette and watches it while he speaks. Since no one else is around he feels like he can maybe let his guard down a little.

'I'm just really. High strung, I guess. Kind of pissy. This place is drama filled.'

[electronic_mail]

You're telling me.

*He laughs, but it's kind of hollow.*

All that drama shit can go fuck itself, I think. I try not to get involved, 'till it turns into domestic abuse. Then. *He shrugs.* Then it's sort of my job.

But I can understand being pissed. It's really fuckin' annoying after a bit.

[jusadmello]

Mello takes a drag off the cigarette and grimaces, but doesn't cough. This isn't the first time he's smoked. His Matt had always been doing it.

'The whole superhero thing, huh.'

[electronic_mail]

Pretty much.

*He sighs, and takes a long drag, feeling the calming smoke enter his lungs.*

You get used to it. And it's definitely got it's perks.

What about you? Another detective, or...?

[jusadmello]

Mello sighs. 'Yeah, I guess. I was looking for Kira. Did you have one? God, I was so fucking close, too.'

[electronic_mail]

*His face hardens, slightly.*

Yeah. Kira's our nemesis.

*Gently curious.* You got close?

[jusadmello]

'We had a suspect. Shit. We were almost there, we almost had him-' he's waving his arms, getting worked up about Kira like he always has.

'Near's probably got him by now,' he says, dejectedly. 'Great.'

[electronic_mail]

*He sighs quietly, glancing off as he exhales a sheen of smoke.*

Sucks ass, man. At least your Near cares about shit like that though, right? As long as Kira's brought in...