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001 - Naomi Misora - [Audio/Text]

[Uneven breathing heard as the audio suddenly comes on]

Wh –

[and is just as abruptly cut off. Naomi puts a hand to her temple, frustrated at her impulsiveness. She had to be careful. He already knows her voice after all. Voice, face, name, everything! For all she knows, she was and still is under that monster's control. Frantically, the former FBI agent switches to text instead.]

Who's in charge here? I need to get to the closest police station. Please, it's urgent!

[Not even they could be completely trusted, but god, she was finally free from that unnatural, unbearable death wish that had smothered her for what seemed like an eternity, she was finally free to think, and who knows for how long such freedom will last. Her finger flies toward the "send" button but pauses at the last second. Naomi reads over the note she had just written in that obvious rush of panic. Ugh, like an agitated mess.]

Thank you.

[She decides to tack on for good measure before ending the feed along with a long overdue exhale.]

(ooc: She'll be ultra paranoid with the first few people who respond but will get progressively calmer further down the line as she comes to terms with what's actually going on.)

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Alright, that sounds good. I'll be down in a bit.

[She turns off the feed and walks outside the room for the first time. She suddenly notices the giant name tag right outside her room with the words, "Naomi Misora" clearly imprinted. She gawks for a few seconds before groaning in exasperation. So much for trying to keep it a secret.]

[Tom had just stepped out of his room and closed his door. He didn't realize that Misora was in the same hall just down while Tom was closer to the staircase. He heard the door close which prompted his attention to look over his shoulder.

Judging from the secrecy and cryptic responses that he's received earlier, he decided not to call out her name and approached her instead. Wearing street clothes, he was very hard to notice other that being seen as another kid in the halls. He flashed his badge to show her his credentials and to keep it quiet.]

[Oh great. Of course he had to be the first person to see her act like a complete fool. She only takes a brief moment to examine the badge before nodding in acknowledgment.]

How convenient that we share the same hall.

[She gives smile, although slightly forced. It's been awhile after all.]

I hope you know your way around here. You've been here long?

Only a month.

[He looks toward his door at the plaque and laughs.]

Did you look at your little description? I got the same reaction too. Kiddie cop of the year. Not exactly my choice but it does prove that the Author has a twisted sense of humor.

Um, yeah. You see, in my world, with what I was involved in, keeping your identity a secret is extremely important. Obviously, I had been trying to hide mine but [shoots a glare at her name plate] it seems that the Author was one step ahead of me. Twisted humor indeed.

But, kiddie cop? [She carefully holds in a laugh. A horrible title certainly, but hilariously fitting.] I suppose you're not as young as you look, being in law enforcement and all. From what I've heard, you're the only cop around so far.

Yeah, I kinda got that impression. I'll show you around. Most people around here either keep to themselves or they simply don't regard anyone unless they think it's important to.

[He begins walking toward the staircase.]

Sorry about my rudeness. It kinda comes with the territory. It's hard to be polite when crap happens and people don't always listen. Collared one already.

[And being the only cop makes his job just that much harder.]

It's true though. I'm the only one here but there's an awful lot of detectives. Kinda defeats my purpose a bit. I'll find some paint to cover up your name plat and maybe something to take it off with....like a very heavy screwdriver or something. Oh, yeah before I forget, I'm 22 but cursed with a 17 year old face. Go figure.

Yeah, I understand. I actually used to work in the FBI, so I'm used to inhospitable environments.

[Detectives? Could it be that L is here?] I've met the detective called Shinichi, but I wasn't aware that there are others. May I ask who they are?

[She smiles at his offer, though given the impressions of the Author, it wouldn't surprise her if the plaque immediately returned to the way it was regardless of what they do to it. She chuckles a little at the age comment though.] But you'll probably be more thankful for a youthful appearance when you're much older.

FBI? Are you serious? You don't seem like the type that likes telling people "It's on a need to know basis and you don't need to know," kinda creep. Met a few and man no wonder they're losing their hair.

[There's a light hearted laugh at the comment about aging and a nod with a bit of play to go along with it.]

Nah, knowing my luck, I'll look like a leather boot in a few years.

[Then his mind tracks to the names of the detectives in this place and Shinichi seems to come up a lot late.]

He's one, Saguru's another but he's a little on the weird side. He has a lot of information but really says more than he should which can be a bad thing later on. Good kid though. I think he's used to working with cops. Kinda young though. I thought there were international standards for that kind of thing...but hey, what do I know.

Oh, and there's Mello. Kinda rubs me raw with chicken feathers and porcupine quills. That's about it....

[He's refraining from naming off L for a few reasons and one major factor is vigilantism. He's never seen L and that worries him more than Tom lets on.]

First stop is the kitchen. It's pretty big...providing the number of people that live here. Oh...and you might want to pay attention to where you put your stuff when your done using it. There's a butler here whose a bit on the picky side.

[Laughs] Well, that's why I used to be in the FBI. [Spoken with both a joking and bitter tone. It was a lot like a love-hate relationship working there.] Based on your reaction though, I'm surprised you like your job.

Mello. I do remember talking with him a bit. I was suspicious of him at first, but he seemed rather sure of himself, claimed that anyone would know him if I asked. Heh. I suppose he wasn't bluffing then.

[She takes a look around.] An elegant dining room with some age to it, complete with a chandelier? Seems rather cliche, if you ask me.

[She takes out a slip of paper from her purse and starts sketching a crude outline of the room. That unreliable map she had been sent earlier completely ignored the inside of the manor. Looks like she'll have to make one herself.]

Ah. So you're going to keep your hair. That's good.

[Spoken with a jovial tone that depicts that he's glad she's no longer in it and probably for the best.]

Well, I've had some troubles before but that comes with the job. It's okay though. I've thought about a lot of things since I became a cop and I don't like desk work...well...not unless I have to do it.

[He looks up to match her expression of the dining room and wrinkles his nose at the chandelier.]

Personally, I think it's kinda cheesy with a lot of nachos to go along with it. [He looks at Misora with a grin.] And I can make some pretty mean nachos minus the refinery of old wood.

[His eyes glance at the paper and understands clearly what she's doing.]

Making a better map?

Haha! It does seem like something a uncreative, naive teenage girl would think up though. I'm still looking for any signs that the story I keep hearing about this place is false, but unfortunately, none have shown up yet. I suppose worse things could happen though.

Oh right, this. Yeah, you're a cop, not a tour guide. I don't want to have to call for help every time I need to get something to eat. [Laughs] Besides, would you feel comfortable relying on just this (http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f382/Sonicsora/My%20Art/mapmanormaingrounds.jpg)?

Where to next? Oh, I don't want to take up too much of your time, so feel free to just show me only the most important subsections of the mansion if you'd like.

[Tom's brow raise at the sight of the makeshift map and cinches his eyes closed, stifling a laugh which made it sound like snorting and snickering.]

That's terrible! No wonder people get lost.

[He clears his throat to keep himself from laughing again. The surrealism of being trapped in a house with strangers made it seem more like a strange reality show than a prison.]

Nah, you're not keeping me from anything. I'm actually glad to be able to do something fun for a change than being stuck with a job list the size of Montana.

I think....the parlor and the library is next. Then we'll see the swimming pool and the main hall then to the labs. Don't worry about taking me from anything. I'm glad to do it.

Oh right, the library. You've mentioned it before. I'm rather curious to see what's so unique about this library.

[She looks around again as she follows suit, keeping a watchful eye out for a certain undesired someone who she's certain resides here.]

[Taking the time to take careful steps, he doesn't rush her through the tour.]

Yeah. It's not really that big a deal but it does offer at least some information about what kind of mind the Author has with the books that were provided. Found a couple of Harlequin novels and I don't like gushy romance stuff. That stuff borders on the pornographic.

[He gives an embarrassed chuckle.]

Not that I mind a good story, just not those kind.

Well, that's pretty typical for a teen. I guess that would be why she needs other people, for the creativity that's lacking.

Hmm, do you know why everyone refers to her as the Author? I mean I hear we're supposedly trapped in some storybook, but we could just as well have been drugged and kidnapped, left in some technologically advanced building that's being watched by a bored child from a distant, hidden location. What makes people so sure she's some supernatural, almighty being?

[Tom throws his head back and smiles but doesn't laugh. It was more along the lines of trying to figure it out just as much as Misora would and she's been more of a help to him than anyone has been without resorting to the passive aggressive.]

Yeah, I guess so. Never quite looked at it that way but that's kinda funny. Weird is most certainly on that list.

[He lowers his head and tilts it to the side in thought.]

So saying that we are kidnapped and she's writing this quote story end quote, the main premise seems a little weird....don't you think? It's like....I don't know. Living with Sarah Jesse Raphael or Oprah. It's....insane at best and I really don't think that such a creature exists anyway. That's like saying that God's a pencil.

Well, assuming the story hypothesis is true, the mansion would be the setting and we're the characters. [Way to state the obvious, Naomi.] Um, but what I'm trying to get at is, from what I've seen, the setting is as I've said before, too cliche. Perhaps the Author's well aware of that and wants to make up for that by furnishing it with interesting characters who can think on their own to make up for her own lack of creativity.

Ah, I know it sounds silly. It does to me too. And I certainly don't like the idea of God having the mentality of an adolescent girl. I just can't think of any other motives behind something like this, unless what she's actually planning for us won't reveal itself till sometime in the distant future, or she doesn't have a motive at all. To do something just for the sake of doing it, I don't particularly like that thought either.

[He stops takes a step forward and turns around to face Misora squarely.]

This is really ridiculous. What makes it worse is the fact that it can't even be done without someone getting offended which way to the other. Sure it's not so bad looking at it on the outside but this isn't our version of the real world either which does present another piece to the puzzle....getting home.

If anything, we should be looking for a way to cope while finding our way out of this mental hopscotch. But you're right.....it's too cliche.

[Tom's now looking at the cheesy wallpaper that looks like comic strips from Blondie. His face falling to give the mock impression of disgust mixed with exaggerated horror.] I never liked Blondie. It's creeping me out.

Never read them. [She takes a look and gives a wry smile.] And now I'm pretty sure I never will.

[She looks down for a bit purses her lips. She does not like it when there were holes in her theories, and she had a tendency to get defensive about them if challenged too much, but at that moment, something else hit a nerve.]

I'm not sure if I want to return.

[Turning his attention from the wall to Misora, he gets the impression that there was much more to her than Tom could see openly and leaves it alone. Their current location was much too open to have a personal discussion and simply nods his head.]

Yeah. I'm not so sure I would have a job when I go back so....look, I'm sorry if I hit a nerve or something. Um....let's say we get out of here and we'll continue the tour?

Ah, no, don't worry about it.

Right, I still need to finish this map. [She gives her best smile.]

Oh! Sure.

[He stands a bit taller and his eyes brightened a little more.]

Let's go to that tour. Okay...next is the parlor. It's right over here.

[He opens the door to reveal the room filled with couches, chairs and tables with a nice fireplace on one side.]

Nice, huh?

[She makes a quick sketch then walks around around the room.]

It's a lot larger than I expected. At least she's considerate of our comfort needs. [Perhaps spoken a bit sarcastically.] Oh, a computer. Do you know if it works?

I haven't tried it. It's a bit too advanced from what I'm used to by appearance alone so I'm guessing I wouldn't know how to operate it. You're more than welcome to try it.

[In fact, Tom was just as curious. He was used to DOS...which goes to show how much he really knows.]

Really? What year was it for you before you came here?

[As she says this she boots the computer up.] It seems to be a newer model than I'm used to as well, but not drastically different. I think I can figure it out.

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