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?]

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[[L, hiding out in what looks like a nice, quiet room for once. He's wearing a red hooded jacket (http://www.cosplaytribe.com/images/CCFA013_1.jpg), hood obviously pulled up around his telltale hair even if he is slouching even while he's got his knees pulled in and the communicator set on his knees.

He's half amused, half not amused, but he's staying neutral in face as usual to the two boys. Perhaps if he's lucky they'll actually bond over th-- who's he kidding? Sigh.

He's too young to have kids. Rather, too irresponsible at least- so he thinks.]]

Mello.
Please refrain from selling Near in the immediate or far future.

[beyondsighted.livejournal.com]

[ B, however, is having the time. of. his. life. Everyone here thinks he is L, which makes Manorcon not so much traumatizing as it is flat~ter~ing. Sure, it's entirely amusing to think about how Lawli must be squirming at the fact that his usual bid for secrecy has been made so hilariously redundant by these fan girls.

But enough of ruminations on Lawliet, for now he's stumbled across Version 2.0. The future generation. Mels, and... ah, so that was his last name. River. Nate River~ Fun, fun. Shuffling up to them, strawberry lollipop casually placed in his left cheek, humming a merry tune. ]

How much is that snowflake in the window~?

[rcklssanarchist.livejournal.com]

We're selling people now? [Amused!]

[video]-1/2

[the2nd-kira.livejournal.com]

[ Misa's shinigami eyes were working. It was really odd. They never used to be this easy to use before.

She saw two names---of both the blonde and kid. They had to be important. They knew L and it sounded like they were close to him too. No one knew yet of her eyes, so she might as well play along--- ]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Hayato was going about his merry way when heard a VERY familiar voice... a very familiar voice just BEGGING to be kicked. He turns to see the source. An albino sheep and Willy Wonka some blonde guy... or girl... a flat chested girl... hard to tell there. But there was leather....dominatrix?

Well whatever, the voice of the little shit made an ass of him (...well more of one then he made himself anyway) was the sheep. Time for a little pay back... The teen strolls over with his hand casually in his pockets and a smirk on his face]

Oh come on, I would bid on the little sheep so I coulda kicked the crap outta him.