[LOG] Time with Two Seconds [Week 6, Day 3]
Who: Beyond Birthday [ls_ruflection], Mello [searedsuccessor]
Status: Active | Closed
Style: Third person, Prose
Where: Kusasato
When: Week 6, Day 3 -evening-
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Cussing? Maybe violence? References to less than pretty things? Definitely B-ness.
Summary: After Beyond Birthday's violent outburst after being healed to near full recovery, Mello decides it is best that he remove the threat from L's general area as soon as possible. So he does. Now the blond needs to babysit the less than charming criminal in a shack after having learned of an old rival's arrival.
His head's pounding, arms burning and a certain swell of flesh is scraping the roof of his mouth like sandpaper. Even so, the ligament is slick. They must have managed to convince his unconscious form to take in liquid at some point. B swallows and arches his back. The process of cavitation is expediated by the sharp angle and, suddenly, his spine breaks out into a series of cracks. Ahhh... He curls and uncurls his fingers, lips spreading smoothly into the most innocent smile he can muster.
"Guard, sir, maybe water would lessen this danger?" Perhaps it could be taken as mocking. It would depend on the individual, as he's near certain his makeshift physician(and assailant, ahem) would have jumped at the chance to reduce his discomfort.
Even as he rests his gaze primarily on the young man, he takes in every detail of their surroundings: the less than prison-like feel of the wooden walls, the fairly open windows and lack of bars. And the rope... not handcuffs? Are they so deep in the woods, awaiting transport perhaps? A tilt of the head and the ceiling's also unimpressive. The mattress he's lounging upon is fairly stiff and decidedly not that of L's five star rooms, so the view from the windows is authentic. And he's with a potential? Is that so wise? Where are California's fine blues?
Beyond knows he cannot fully depend on the blond's answers considering. In fact, there is a real chance this isn't actually L's doing, which is uncharacteristic of the man. To be as equally lost as everyone else, that is. He rocks in the bed as though bored, picking at the rope as best he can.
"Who was on the phone, Mihael~~?"
Depending on the reaction, it will be easy to deduce whether the detective has shared his glorious history of failure with the new ones. Ooh, he does hope so.
Status: Active | Closed
Style: Third person, Prose
Where: Kusasato
When: Week 6, Day 3 -evening-
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Cussing? Maybe violence? References to less than pretty things? Definitely B-ness.
Summary: After Beyond Birthday's violent outburst after being healed to near full recovery, Mello decides it is best that he remove the threat from L's general area as soon as possible. So he does. Now the blond needs to babysit the less than charming criminal in a shack after having learned of an old rival's arrival.
His head's pounding, arms burning and a certain swell of flesh is scraping the roof of his mouth like sandpaper. Even so, the ligament is slick. They must have managed to convince his unconscious form to take in liquid at some point. B swallows and arches his back. The process of cavitation is expediated by the sharp angle and, suddenly, his spine breaks out into a series of cracks. Ahhh... He curls and uncurls his fingers, lips spreading smoothly into the most innocent smile he can muster.
"Guard, sir, maybe water would lessen this danger?" Perhaps it could be taken as mocking. It would depend on the individual, as he's near certain his makeshift physician(and assailant, ahem) would have jumped at the chance to reduce his discomfort.
Even as he rests his gaze primarily on the young man, he takes in every detail of their surroundings: the less than prison-like feel of the wooden walls, the fairly open windows and lack of bars. And the rope... not handcuffs? Are they so deep in the woods, awaiting transport perhaps? A tilt of the head and the ceiling's also unimpressive. The mattress he's lounging upon is fairly stiff and decidedly not that of L's five star rooms, so the view from the windows is authentic. And he's with a potential? Is that so wise? Where are California's fine blues?
Beyond knows he cannot fully depend on the blond's answers considering. In fact, there is a real chance this isn't actually L's doing, which is uncharacteristic of the man. To be as equally lost as everyone else, that is. He rocks in the bed as though bored, picking at the rope as best he can.
"Who was on the phone, Mihael~~?"
Depending on the reaction, it will be easy to deduce whether the detective has shared his glorious history of failure with the new ones. Ooh, he does hope so.