22nd Blast || Mello || [In Person] ((Backdated to this Morning))

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello's shocked to find himself in a bed instead of a pile of blankets and even more surprised to feel Matt's body heat next to him. Mello opens his eyes and for a second all he sees is Matt lying there next to him. It's been a week and Mello feels so reassured to be by his side. Mello brushes a strand of hair out of Matt's face before he realizes that they're not in the Manor anymore. This isn't their bed, this isn't their room, Mello gets to his feet, the bed creaking horribly and his body leaving a distinct dent. Mello crosses to the window and glances out. It takes him a second to absorb the landscape and it causes his heart to seize in his chest.]

Holy fuck...

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[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt gravitates to that warmth. It puts him into a deeper sleep, and for the first time since Mello went to jail, he actually -rests-. Most nights he didn't even bother to go to bed, he just lingered outside of Mello's makeshift jail cell.

His lips twist into a little smile at Mello's touch. He recognizes it, even if he's not awake.

He also recognizes his partner's alarmed tone of voice.

Matt's eyes fly open, dark blue and still glazed.]

What? What is it?

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello turns back to Matt and swallows hard. He wonders whether or not to tell Matt right now. He knows that Matt will know where they are in a second but he doesn't want to take that second as if he'll somehow damn Matt. Besides he'd much rather climb back into bed next to Matt and just be close to him. But the horror on his face is so obvious, especially now that he's worked out where they are in Pripyat they're pretty much dead anyway]

We're in Pripyat.

[He crosses back to the bed.]

In the hospital.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Pripyat?

[Oh, he knows where that is. He's just looking for confirmation, a look of disbelief on his own face. But it doesn't need to be confirmed in words. Mello's expression says it all.

Matt sits up, the sheet falling down to his waist as he takes a look around the hospital room. It certainly looks like its been abandoned for that many years. Everything is that disturbing shade of gray-white.]

...Looks like the setting of a fuckin' video game.

[An -epic- video game.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello woke up dressed, shoes and all, but then again that's how he fell asleep as always he stayed awake until he literally couldn't keep his eyes opened and while he'll usually at least kick his boots off and sometimes even climb into bed next to Matt sometimes he'll just pass out wherever he is. At the window he wondered for a moment if this was another one of his night terrors. They could be this real, this intense, but he knows deep down that this is reality and that makes it much, much worse. He nods in answer to Matt's question]

No doubt in my mind. We're in Pripyat.

[Then he rolls his eyes, really? A video game? That's the first thing he thought of? Well, yeah, of course it is. This is Matt after all.]

Yeah, one that could easily get us killed.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Guess she's in the middle of History class, huh.

[Matt reaches for his cigarettes, but they're not on the nightstand. Namely because the nightstand isn't there either. He curses under his breath before getting up, padding barefoot over to the window, flamingo boxers and all.]

Christ...

[He turns his head to look back behind him, back at the hospital room itself again.]

Don't see any Hazmat suits hanging around.

[Might be a nurse's uniform...but now's not the time.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

I just got up, haven't left the room yet.

[But they should and quickly]

We need to get out of this building.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Where are we gonna go?

[At least his clothes are still on the floor. Matt grabs his pants and starts pulling them on. He knows enough to know the basic locations within the city, despite never having been there. He doesn't doubt that the same is true with Mello.]

You know she's not lettin' us out of here.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

I know, I know. But we can't stay here. Staying in a building is a very bad idea. We need to get onto the street. Put your goddamn pants on and let's go!

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt nods, pulling on his jeans and zipping them up before reaching for his trademark stripes and vest.]

Thank that's the first time you've yelled at me to put my pants on.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately.

[He likes it better the other way]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Hey...

[He's quiet a moment while he pulls on his shirt. But also because he wonders if Mello's gonna yell.]

I don't think she's really gonna let us die. How many chances has she had now?

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[That's true. But maybe this is punishment for killing Keiichi. Maybe she's gotten bored of them. Maybe she just wants to see what happens when someone dies of radiation poisoning.]

This might be it, though.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt thinks about it as he finishes getting ready to go. There's a chance that Mello could be right. But the way he sounds, the way he looks...he just wants to reassure him.]

Odds are against it.

[Life always comes back to a series of numbers.]

She wouldn't waste us like that. We've got too much potential.