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Day 45: Intercom, Noon

Nov 11, 2009 01:16

The voices of the chattering patients in the library, which was not as quiet as should have been expected, were cut off by the intercom clicking on and Nurse Lydia's voice coming out in its familiar indifferent manner. It was almost as if she and the Head Doctor were splitting up the announcement duties these days ( Read more... )

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M?? swornandbroken November 12 2009, 04:38:03 UTC

Mello had never been enthused about the concept of sleeping. There were always a dozen things that needed doing right away, from going over the one fucking answer he'd missed on a test, to managing supplies (explosives, the missile) and personnel (Mafia goons, useless shinigami), to the plans preoccupying him now as he sat in Hal's bathroom. How would he get the photo back from Near without letting it seem like the little twit was doing Mello a favor? And what would he do about everything once he had it?

I have to be the one who ends it, he thought. It was partly an affirmation and partly a silent challenge. Not just because losing this race to Near was unthinkable, but because who else could do it? The fake L and the Japanese police were laughable, and the SPK would always be hamstrung by Near's passivity. No one else on earth knew enough, could be ruthless enough, wanted it as badly ( ... )

swornandbroken November 12 2009, 04:40:18 UTC

He sat up and looked around, and swore under his breath again.

The room wasn't familiar, but something about it instantly called to mind a place Mello hadn't thought about in years, the state-run orphanage in Ljubljana. After a moment, he realized the same vaguely institutional scent, bleach and lemon, pervaded this place. The horrible clothes added insult to injury. Mello plucked at them, holding the t-shirt away from his body with distaste. Gray, with a smiley face.

"You have got to be shitting me," he said, certain the room was bugged, and furious enough not to care.

This was bad. Institutions meant paper trails, and he didn't remember getting here. The Morgan Kielty ID was the only one he ever had on him these days, but they'd taken his gun, they could've taken a fucking picture of him ( ... )

repeatingfate November 13 2009, 01:01:41 UTC

That had certainly been...an adventure, to say the least. Rika certainly couldn't think of many more ways that the trip to the Okinomiya pool could be any more interesting, what with trying to stop Keiichi from becoming a narcissist and the craziness that had ensued. Her friends were around her on the bike ride home, still teasing him about the 'special' swim trunks. Only in Hinamizawa, she thought, smiling at everyone in turn. More accurately...only in this particular Hinamizawa. She had seen so many of them...so many unhappy endings, seeing her friends die over and over. It had seemed as if those dark days would never end ( ... )