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Mar 22, 2009 22:58

Day: 31
Characters: Hidan (doesnotbitch), Mello strategicbail,open to anyone. Tag yourselves in!
Summary: Hidan's in the chapel. Open altar and confession time, bitches~ ♥
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day; All of breakfast and the beginning of day, covering the first recreational blocks.
Status: open | incomplete

( Open altar and confession time~ )

† superbi squalo, † hidan, † mello

Comments 7

strategicbail March 23 2009, 06:44:01 UTC

Mello wasn't sure what good he was really going to get from coming to a place like this, especially when he was minus one of his more important sense. Still, he wasn't going to waste the opportunity to possibly converse with one of the less friendly staff members when they appeared to be in a good mood. Or a less threatening mood, anyway ( ... )

doesnotbitch March 23 2009, 07:09:59 UTC

Hidan honestly wasn't all that interested in killing off the people who showed up - this time. This was more a means to canvas the place, find more people of interest to focus on besides Graham and Sasuke and Haku - Haku, someone that was nearly painful to think of, and not in the good way. He'd had high hopes for the kid, really... but sending him on had probably done them both a favor, and it had been a good sending, anyway.

He took another moment, finished the round of cycling the jet beads through his fingers, and then pushed back to his feet and made his way over towards the kid who'd come in. He hadn't interrupted Hidan's prayer, which was good, and from the looks of it he had his own little talisman out to focus on. That was interesting. Something to work on, maybe... easier to convert then to spark faith in the unwilling.

"Who're you, kid?" Hidan asked, his voice quiet and as near to calm as it ever got.

strategicbail March 23 2009, 07:35:36 UTC

Years of working among those it took serious effort to get in the good graces of, Mello didn't so much as frown at the way he was addressed. (It wasn't, of course, as though he was particularly tall.) He raised his head, smiling wryly in Hidan's direction through ragged strands of blond. "Mello. We spoke on the intercom." And from that his voice should be enough to give him away.

A small part of him was scared. That was hard to admit but just as hard to deny. He couldn't see, and he was at a heavy disadvantage. This man was dangerous. He'd heard enough over the intercom to prove it. It might not even be possible to make this meeting work in his favor, but he squashed such worries down with firm resolve. There was no room for faltering.

After all, he'd already died once. This might as well be stolen time.

doesnotbitch March 27 2009, 03:51:54 UTC

Yeah... Hidan remembered this kid. Well. It was nice to see some of the sickheaded fucks (ha ha ha) around the asylum were actually listening to him. And in all honesty Hidan actually wasn't planning to screw up anyone who dropped by - that would just scare off other potential converts, wouldn't it? This was just a pass to collect the patients with balls who were maybe a little interested in worship. This was a test run.

"Yeah. I know you." After a moment, Hidan sidled into the pew next to the kid - although he didn't get too close - and seated himself, almost mimicking Mello's posture, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees with his rosary wound through his fingers, the pendant dangling.

"So what're you doing here, kid?"

insertjawstheme March 25 2009, 01:19:14 UTC

Long, slow steps brought the silver-haired swordsman (a swordsman without a sword, could he really then be called it? just a man, missing one fucking hand and his boss, useless in the scheme of things, but don't tell that to the remains of his ego) to a pew, and with the creak of the leather clothing (laundry fucks had ruined it, he noticed, but at least it was better than rags. still, it wasn't as comfortable as it used to be) he sank down. He'd heard of what other families had did to their own brood, say, for instance, the Estranaeo, but the treatment here he found much more objectionable ( ... )

doesnotbitch March 27 2009, 04:04:28 UTC

The kid resembled him in a way. Hair too long, and a little leaner than Hidan himself, but the resemblance was there nevertheless - of course, Hidan's appearance was unique enough that it didn't take so very much for any similarities to be striking. Finished with his own prayer, Hidan cocked back his head and regarded the new arrival curiously ( ... )

insertjawstheme March 27 2009, 04:36:02 UTC

It didn't take long for him to finish, though when he lapsed into that shaky silence, he stayed like that, in meditation, in rest for a second longer, thinking. What really could be done in a place like this? It wasn't very probable about anything, indefinites and too many (or not fucking enough) variables to deal with. His movement was hindered, boxed, constrained by this place. Still, his specialty was to wipe away it all and look from a different point, judge and calculate the odds and ends of battle.

Speaking of battle, he'd noticed the approach, but kept his silence for a few more seconds. He'd deal with that in a moment. The fingers of his useful hand flexed, against the stiff, unresponsive, altogether for-show fingers of the false one.

Finally, the shark exhaled, another of those short huffs, blasted out through his nose. It wasn't worth wasting time here to consider, he could think in his cell, even. Provided, there was that stupid old son of a bitch there to look forward to. Crotchety old bastard, such utter fun, and by ( ... )