The bus into Windsor Terrace was remarkably quiet and uncrowded. Light was grateful for that; noisy, packed environments invariably gave him ferocious headaches, and he was reading, so the unexpected peace and quiet was more than welcome. He sat near the door, backpack on the seat next to him, book (Send In The Idiots by Kamran Nazeer) held open ( Read more... )

reprism: A Comprehensive Guide (incomplete)

I blame this on E.

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[as is frequently the case when he has a lot to sort through, Light can be found in the winter room. he's spent the past two hours partially in the gym, just to get a little bit more calm, and then in the library again, poring through all the books and texts which make up his figurative how-to guide for life ( Read more... )

[when the door to the most traumatizing room in recent mansion experience finally deigns to open again, Light sags with relief. he starts to step out, then remembers to look for L, and draws back a bit - keeping a careful hold on the edge of the door so as to keep it from closing again. spotting him, Light beckons him over.]

[Light is clipping along quickly towards the exit to the karaoke room, fuming silently. The other Light's words struck a deep nerve with him, and he's in a turmoil - enough that he can't deny it to himself. Which means he'll be much, much more likely to be upset at anybody who accosts him. So, when he hears "hey, other me, wait!" he turns on his ( Read more... )

[having spent a couple of hours just getting himself moderately under control, Light is now hunting down Near. he's trying in the area of Mihael's room first, hoping that he might run across him there; failing that, the kitchen and the library are on his mental list.]

[it's only upon arriving at his room that Light realizes he left his book back at Mello's; but he can't even find it in himself to really care. he knocks once, sharply, not that he really has to but it just comes to him and he's past thinking. then he wrenches the door open and kind of stumbles inside, shutting it behind him by falling back onto ( Read more... )

( i will never live like you / but you will probably die like me / oh, loveless free and empty / full of god, and god makes plenty )

( dance me to the children who are asking to be born / dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn / raise a tent of shelter now though every thread is torn / dance me to the end of love. )

[[OOC: Private. Continuation.]]

[having finished all his desired conversations, Light is now searching the room for L. his height with the heels makes it relatively easy to look over the heads of most of the other occupants, but the bar's lighting is less in favour of his endeavours. with murmured "excuse me"s, he swerves and sidesteps, seeking ( Read more... )