005 - Near & Mello - [Accidental Video / In Person] - Fluffball for sale!

[whitestlie.livejournal.com]

(ooc: Blue is Near, Red is Mello.)

[The video clicks on with static.]

Can I take your picture?

[If you guys haven't heard enough fangirl screams for a day, have some MOAR! Little by little, the static clears up, but the video is shaky, panning from feet to ceiling to the ground to a fluffball pajama-clad boy to more feet as his blackberry gets kicked around among the shuffle.]

No.

[The feed shakes again and slides as it is inadvertently kicked by a black boot and legs clad tightly in leather stride past, breaking through the crowd of skirts or imitation white pajamas.] fuckers, MOVE. [There is a slight scuffle as a few girls get pushed to make way for a boy you can only tell its a boy by the voice, the physique might leave you guessing]

Mello. [The central huddle disperses as the the lower quarter of Mello's body comes into view, freeing a Near who's sitting on the ground, back turned towards the camera (nice try, folks). And for the first time ever on the feeds, Near actually stands up.] Thank you. [He doesn't sound very thankful, but you'll just have to take his word for it.]

No problem [Mello snickers, and here is where you should have been suspicious, Near, as in one swift move he finishes off his chocolate bar, tosses it off to the side, and proceeds to gather Near up, awkwardly bending to sling him across his shoulders.]

Alright! Bidding for the kid starts at 100!  [He shouts above a crowd of cheers and a lightning storm of camera flashes. The feed is now unnoticed at Mello’s foot, looking up at the two successors as Mello smirks with a Near-boa.]

You ... cannot be serious. [Oh, he sounds unamused. Soooo unamused. But Near does not struggle. It will only encourage Mello even more and he refuses to give him that pleasure.]

Serious as the grave. [Mello tilts his head, one eye going scarily wider than the other as the numbers being screamed into the air climb higher and higher.] 300?! Do I hear 350?! Come on, girls, you can do better than that!

Or how about some chocolate? This nice floor decoration or garden gnome for 400 and some decent chocolate?

[The crowd dissolves into screams once more and Mello looks like he’s having the time of his life]

I'm telling L.

[Mello visibly twitches, biting into the corner of his lip and making an unnatural and unhappy face. Ruining all his fun, Near.] fucking tattletale [He grumbles before shifting Near to the other shoulder not so gently]

Sorry ladies and gentlemen, bidding on the albino has been called off. Seems he’s been recalled on account of a poor sense of humor. [Not that Mello had been joking, or maybe he had, you’ll never know.]

(ooc: Posting order: You -> Mello -> Near -> You -> etc)

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[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Luckily enough, Light's usual mode of dress is nondescript enough to get by as someone who isn't cosplaying. Oh, he's fully aware of what most of this nonsense is, this is a part of his culture after all--not that Light had ever delved into the murky waters of Otaku-dom Too busy being God kthnx--but even if he had participated, there's really no preparing for this bedlam.

He's managed to catch a rare moment of reprieve however, thanks to a hastily bought baseball cap to cover his "perfect Light Yagami wig." He smirks very slightly at the entire auction. "I'm telling L." Really? Is that all it took to shut brat #1 up? He'd suspected it considering how servile the second one had been, and how loyal the first one had been, but apparently what held true for one, held true for all of them. Servitude is in Mello's blood after all. Who knew?]

please forgive me redoing this 3 times XD

[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

[Servitude? That, sir, is something called respect. Something you wouldn't know too much about what with you lack of respect for life, property....pretty much everything actually.

and Light Yagami wig? Nowadays thats just called the "Bieber", get with it, man]

You got somethin' to say, Yagami? [Mello eyes the man's smug face, taking care to announce the man's last name loudly while making it clear who it was directed to. Several fangirls turn to look.]

[whitestlie.livejournal.com]

[Had the Author not forcibly dumped them all in the middle of this pitiful convention, Near would have never gone out in public without A) an escort and B) a disguise. Yagami had the right idea. Dressing up as a cosplayer, as ironic as that sounds, but Near had not been as lucky, and the Author, or Authors, clearly played favorites. For the same reason that people recognized disguiseless Mello as genuine, that all of their cosplayers HAD VAGINAS for some reason, he could not hide his identity either given basically no time for preparation.

Yagami saw his face, but what could he do at a time like this anyway? Near is more concerned about whether or not the blackberry had been on when it got slapped out of his grasp by the horde of idiots. It's not Yagami, but his deluded little friends that most apprehensive of.

Nevertheless, he mutters under his breath to Mello.]

Drawing attention to ourselves would not be wise.

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[ At the mention of his last name, Light's eyes widen- instinctively he wants to look furtively left and right, pull the cap down even further to cast a shadow over his face, but reacting that way is more or less the equivalent of announcing the fact that he's actually present. He's already had one absolutely mortifying run-in with "Misa" (http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q3/Misselaineous10/Random%20Stuff/roflbot-vo0R.jpg) and that..."experience" had been enough to last him a lifetime. Little does Light know.. more mortifying to come later >D

Instead he hisses angrily under his breath.]

Keep it down... or I'll tell L.

[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

[Mello lets out a sharp single bark of a laugh, more of an explosive sneer as he shifts slightly to even out Near's weight across his shoulders.]

Somethin' tells me that L won't give a damn about me informing these fine young ladies that their "Yagami-Kun" is here.

[Sorry Near, you're really just an annoying voice around his ear at the moment.]

Doin' a public service.