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)

Comments

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[People? What does Hayato care about people, he just got pistol whipped in the gut. The teen stumbles back, he was a hardy kid, and VERY used to taking a beating, but his stomach was always a sensitive area. He cusses a bit, hanging his head down. If they were going to play that way, then so fucking be it.

Hayato reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his box of cigarettes, wasting NO TIME in lighting one up. The gesture seems harmless and casual enough, and the intake of nicotine seems to calm the boy's nerves for a moment. With a sickeningly amount of calm he once again reaches behind him, and pulls out a hand full of his smoke bombs. Two could play this game, while his smoke bombs were almost entirely harmless (a bit hard to breath once they went off, but there was no force behind the explosion), they looked EXACTLY like his regular bombs remember how he was asking for nitroglycerin Near? He wasn't sure if the gun was loaded or not, but like FUCK was he going to retreat now.

It was SO ON.]

Wanna try that shit again, jackass?

[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

[Mello nudges Near away with his foot to get better ground

As his opponent hastily lights up a cigarette, Mello readies to strike again only to abruptly change objectives when he sees the bombs. Like a whip Mello reaches out and grabs hold of Hayato by the wrist eyes going creepily wide as he examines the bombs]

Where did you get these?

AND I HAVE BEEN INFORMED THAT NEAR IS JUST GOING TO POOT IN THE CORNER SOOOO~

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[And oh-hoho... this is like a FANTASTIC day where EVERYTHING he hates just comes together to try and piss him off. First e had his dynamite confiscated, then he sees that poster of his sister, then there's are a million fuckheads dressed up JUST LIKE HIM... and now this little shit was TOUCHING HIM. Hayato SLAMS his head forward to headbutt the guy...]

Don't FUCKING touch me!

[Of course he seems to forget the one rule about headbutting someone: Nobody ever wins with a headbutt.

The teen stumbles back, a bit of blood dripping from his forehead. Not that he minds that much. His version of an 'apology' was slamming his head against the ground repeatedly... He glares at Mello, smoke bombs still gripped tightly in his hands]

'The fuck should I tell a little fuckface like you?

Re: AND I HAVE BEEN INFORMED THAT NEAR IS JUST GOING TO POOT IN THE CORNER SOOOO~

[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

[Mello hisses and grits his teeth as his skull is smashed against another, sending him back a few stumbling steps, but his eyes never lose sight of that target. Those bombs. He wants bombs. Had he had some warning before he had been fucking kidnapped, he'd have loaded himself up with bombs enough to send LA sky high.

Or at least a hefty chunk of it. ]

...Cuz i can make a worthy offer for them. Or cut a deal. [He manages to growl]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[This fucker wanted HIS bombs? Fuck no! His bombs were the product of careful planning and formulating LONG beforehand, and the special capabilities he engineered into them were his ace-in-the hole. The only person worthy enough to use the dynamite was the creator. Though one would be hard-pressed to find better stuff]

Tch, you're not anywhere near good enough to use my dynamite. Besides give me one god reason why I should trust ya, especially if you're in league with the sheep?

[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

[Mello lifted a hand and flipped him off] I'm not in his fucking league, i'm trying to destroy his fucking league.

Why else would I be trying to sell 'im off?

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Yeah well great friggin job there dumbass, looked to me like your wife started bitchin' at ya and you backed down with your tail between your legs.

[Hayato blows a lungful of cigarette smoke in Mello's general direction]

If you were serious ruining the little shit, he should be covered in a lot more bruises. Or if you really know what you're doin' at the bottom of a river in a trashbag.

[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

[And here Mello just smirks through the sickly smoke blowing past his face.]

You miss the point. I have things I need him to live for.

[He adds a shrug before digging in his pocket for a chocolate bar]

Once that's done I'll finish him though. Though something more creative than the trashbag in the river. Thats sounds far too much like mafia - its been done.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Right, whatever. I don't give a shit what you and your wife do behind closed doors.

[The young teen watches as the other guy reaches into his pocket and tenses slightly expecting an attack. Seeing as there was none he relaxes a bit. He didn't want to leave his guard down around this guy.... especially when he brings up the mafia. Did he know something about him? Or maybe it was just a lucky guess... there were PLENTY of killers who used a similar body dumping tactic after all...]

Well then it's clearly workin' for 'em. If it's not broke, don't fix it.