So.  Gevanni's place is nice and all, and Near's starting to feel like maybe he can go out again.  He's only been able to make quick runs to the kitchen the past two weeks--Gevanni's done it for him until then--but other than that, he's stayed in.  Thought.  Slept.  Build a tower that would rival any other Near's greatest achievement.  Put together ( Read more... )

There's a small trail of dominos in the hallway.  It's leading towards the open door to a staircase.  Several dominos on each step, going up one floor, two floors, just lonely dominos as if they were naturally meant to be there.  It was a marvel that nobody had knocked them over yet.

Finally, the dominos branch out into a hallway, leading down it ( Read more... )

It really is just nothingness.  Sort of.  Maybe, without the memories.  'Of course I killed him, Ryuk.  Would you honestly expect anything less of me?'  There are a few flickers of words, but not much else.  A rosary on the bedpost.  The wooden beads shining in the fragile light, the hand-painted maidens carefully flowing onto each small bead, all ( Read more... )

Mihael hasn't come back.

N is sitting at the desk, legs pulled up to his chin in a surprisingly L-like fashion.  His hands are feverently working at folding paper, his eyes completely focused on the folding, as if his life depended on it.  the bandage is off of his wounded hand, and the large green rash is oozing out onto the thin, colorful sheets, ( Read more... )

He's crawling softly through different rows of bookshelves in the library.  The big library--the one on the eighth floor.  He's already told Mihael that it was useless, but he's searching for medical texts--anything that he can find to help him with this illness.  And so far, he hasn't found a lot.  Still, N highly doubted that it was a natural ( Read more... )

It's been awhile since Mihael has left.  N remains, for the most part, curled up on his bed--awake, but thinking.  There's been a lot to think about recently, especially concerning this illness.  Mihael was only adding to the troubles.  And on top of that, he couldn't look to his bedposts anymore without seeing the rosary beads that weren't there ( Read more... )

[[On a writing desk in N's room.]]

Date: ???

Entry:

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N lets out a quiet sigh as he turns off the shower knob, allowing a few moments to drip-dry, before grabbing at the towel.  It takes him a moment to compose himself--the shower didn't help as much as he was hoping it would--staring in the mirror for a moment before rolling his eyes at his own melodrama and quickly toweling his hair until it was ( Read more... )