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thumbonmylip.livejournal.com

[Those wide eyes you see are definitely the ones familiar to some of the residents, ones that he doesn't simply creep on and then wander off otherwise. Though let's face it, being creeped on (said as looked at) by L is only trumped by a few elite.

Even as a wide-eyed little tot, L still has the same look, except its more wide-eyed wonder than wide-eyed accusation, or a rake over of bodies to steal all information.

No, this little boy wandering down the hall is just L, "Ryuuzaki" as a small child; corruption a thing of the future he hadn't experienced in the form of the countless crimes he's seen when he normally moves through the halls. His clothes are much too big for him and more than likely that shirt is the only thing he's wearing over his limbs save for the gracious author giving him adorable little denim shorts.

In his hand he has a small bit of fruit he was able to nab from a series of chairs and stools that are probably still set up in the kitchen. The hand is wet with the juices as well as his long shirt sleeve. He shoves the orange into his mouth and noms past the rind in some bit he managed to pick off with his little fingers. It's messy but it's food.

Anyone who can hear it, really only hears what his guide could while shoved against his stomach in the side/front of his denim. He takes his toys with him, too.]

((OOC: Won't be changing icons, but here's a cute picture of the look of him I'm going for! ))

( Image under cut )

threadbaregirl.livejournal.com

[The video is on, but it's only displaying the moon. Sally hasn't noticed the blackberry fell out of her pocket, but there's a good reason for this.

She's sat, looking up at the moon. She's been trying to quell her worry that something was happening at home, but they were her friends, so worry she would]

What has become of my dear town?
Where have her actions led them now?
The author ripped me from my home
And threw me to a world unknown.
I feel there's trouble at their next turn
And do they no~tice
I'm even mi~ssing?
And as for Jack.
He finally got to see
How much he means to me
But still, 'twas not to be~

[ooc: to this tune]

wheresmybroom.livejournal.com

[Kate Beckett's found her way into the third floor library. She's only been at the Manor for about 45 minutes; the bulk of that spent poking around the bedroom, and a good ten minutes of that staring at her nameplate on the door.

She wondered for a while if she was dead. The last thing she remembers before waking up in the room is being shot, and Castle leaning over her. This isn't exactly how she'd imagined the afterlife – Kate never really gave much thought to that kind of thing. She dealt with death everyday. The last thing she wanted to do was dwell over the hereafter.

So now she's busied herself poking through books. Specifically, she is now holding a hardcover copy of Heat Wave, by Richard Castle. And she's staring at the cover with the most neutral expression ever.]

You have got to be kidding me. I can't even get away from Nikki Heat when I'm dead?

[Yeah, okay, so there might be some denial issues here. Shoving the book under her arm, she pulls out the blackberry she found on the pillow in the room she woke up in. It has to be a clue.] I can't be dead. And if I'm going, it's not like this.

top-magician26.livejournal.com

[So the frog is actually.....a frog.]

....This isn't funny.

[Yes, he's a mad frog. The Author can go jump off a cliff for all he cares. Fran is not amused. Not amused in the slightest.]

canhazheadkthnx.livejournal.com

[If it was quiet as death in Raccoon city before, that's about to end. The sound of a motorbike engine, accompanied with the eerie sound of a horse braying, roars and echoes between the buildings. As it brakes to a halt, the rider puts her foot down to balance herself as she looks around. This...wasn't Ikebukuro...or at least, it certainly didn't look like it. Or Japan or that matter.

Unaware of the fact that she's attracting a lot of attention, she fires her bike up again, though this time, she doesn't get too far. About 3 blocks down, she is forced to stop once again, when someone staggers out into the road, quickly followed by another, and another. Because of the noise her bike was making, it's not long before there's a large zombie crowd slowly massing around her. She shuts off the engine, and dismounts, a gigantic black scythe morphing out of her sleeve and hand. The entire situation doesn't seem to bother her either way, though this is far from the truth. Well regardless, it's not long before she's swinging her weapon at the crowd, skillfully severing torso's from legs, and heads from necks.]

thumbonmylip.livejournal.com

[[L has seen what happens when someone doesn't take care of their child and with Mello pint sized, the last thing he needs is to have that happen to him.

Roll tape.
L is in his usual sitting position, except he's taken said position on the middle of his bed. His thumb poised at his lip as it pushes the soft flesh askew from its normal position until inevitably it falls the wayside and his blank expression returns to its rightful start. Plucked between pointer and thumb in his other hand, the detective is studying what seems to be a little pink bow between his fingers.

His eyes are glued to it, so much so that this could be the one thing that solves the Kira case if he hadn't already. Long, spidery arms reach forward and out of the screen's view where a small set of undoubtedly slobber filled giggles awaits the person watching long enough to hear the gleeful noises.]]

There.
Now you'll be unmistakeable as a girl, Elle.

[[His arms raise again and a small infant comes into view, pink bows set in no particular order in her hair tied meticulously in the raven locks just long enough to hold them. It looks a mess even if to the detective it doesn't. To him, it's fashion statement of the century for babies.]]

whitestlie.livejournal.com

[Voice is scrambled/computerized/whatever you'd like to call it. The caller id is likewise encrypted, courtesy of Near and Hiiro. Deal with it, people.]

Good afternoon.

It is highly inefficient for each of us to go looking for this misplaced blueprint on our own. Therefore, I propose a suggestion: Share information for mutual benefit.

If you would like to collaborate with me, simply provide me the location or list of loctions you have searched so far. In return, I will do the same. We will continue this form of information exchange until one of us finds the blueprint. As you can see, we will cover more ground in a shorter period of time using this method.

One condition: If you find the blueprint first, you will agree to meet with me [By "me," he really means himself and Hiiro as well, but such details aren't necessary], and we will turn it in together. If I find it first, I will likewise seek you out. Obviously, some level of trust is required, but I assure you of my word. Besides, what's most important is for the blueprint to be found so that we may reclaim our manor. There is nothing to lose.

This line will remain open from now until the blueprint is found. Feel free to contact me at any time. I guarantee that I will answer regardless of the time of day.

Well then, I look forward to working with you.

(OOC: Even though this message is posted on Monday, 6/20, manor time, it will last the entire week. What this means is that none of the threads contained in this post must necessarily be taking place on Monday. If your character makes some new discovery Thursday and would like to contact Near, they need not throw up a new network post to the comm. They can just respond to this one and date it in the title or some ooc comment "Thursday" or something like that. Lemme know if this isn't clear!)

( [In person to Hiiro Yui. No eavesdropping please! :3] )

beyondsighted.livejournal.com

[The feed clicks on, obnoxiously close to B's face as though he's posing for a Myspace picture.]

Oh. It is on. Back off slowly now- [A chorus of giggling ensues as the video slowly pans out to show B sitting on the floor in the dealer's room completely surrounded by fluffy plushies, wearing these slippers as well as a small pile of books. On the top of that pile? THIS. That's right, the King of Death Note spoilers, How to Read 13. And now that B has read it, religiously, cover to cover, he has a few announcements to make. With the help of a few fangirls. Yes, B has made "friends" with them.]

Manorites, your undivided attention, please.

[The thumb goes to lip, and his other hand dangles How to Read 13 by the corner. More giggling as the fangirls behind the camera squeal at the familiar mannerisms.]

Today is our prosecutor-san's birthday! If you should see him, wish him a Happy Birthday, lest he suffer a psychotic break down. His name is Mikami Teru, and he's very shy~~ Especially you two, Mels. Nathaniel.

In fact-! [The video shakes slightly. B rummages around his bag of goodies to produce this ]

We bought you a present Mi~ka~rin~ [He waves the Light plushie around conducting the fangirls behind the camera as they all burst into the Birthday song. ]

Also~ [ He sets the plushie down, and picks up a doujinshi. ~~YES. B HAS DISCOVERED YAOI DOUJINSHI.~~ And sorry Grimmjow, Ulquiorra, but it's one of you two. He flips to a random page. ]

Mother and Father are quite kinky, it seems~ Mraow! Hee.

Oh! [~~What you didn't think B was done, did you?~~ He picks up a large poster. It's commissioned fan art of him drawn as Batman, and L as a random Lackey. ] I think they caught my best side, these artists did. What do you think, Manorites? Lawli?

P.S [In a very, very exaggerated whisper.] Dumbledore is gay.

[ The feed cuts off.]

finalarbiter.livejournal.com

[When Light wakes up this morning, he feels, for once, well rested. Stretching as he rolls out of bed, he grabs his phone to check the time. However, it's not the time that alarms him, it's the date. The thirtieth of May? He rubs his eyes furiously, suddenly very awake. Had he really spent a month sleeping? He had heard of people falling asleep for a week at the Manor, but surely not an entire month. He certainly didn't feel any differently- his hair for one, didn't seem to have grown any longer, nor had his fingernails for that matter. Bolting up right, he quickly gets himself dressed. A few minutes later, the feed clicks on to show Light Yagami looking somewhat bemused.]

I don't suppose someone might be willing to fill me in on what happened? I...[He clears his throat.] seem to have been knocked unconscious for an extended period of time. Thank you.

thumbonmylip.livejournal.com

[[He's not one to be assumed a stupid person by anyone who knows him, he's human all right but not by any means a stupid one. Mistakes have been made both by him in more than one incarnation and back home, it seems that things here aren't going to turn into some sort of clusterfuck of heart-attacks so with that.

And the knowledge he has otherwise.

He's decided he'll plod along the beach bare-foot of course, his shoes are in his hand should something come along that looks as though it would be too sharp to walk on. Or rocks. No one likes- well okay some people like rocks under their feet, but not him. Not his sensitive skin.

He's wearing a sun visor ~~chosen simply because the visor had retractable glasses. Toys to play with while walking!~~, a new (though baggy still) shirt over his usual white one-- Can't have his arms being burned by the sun-- and his signature blue-jeans. Nothing were more comfortable than those. Though, sweatpants are second only.

They're not, however, attire for the beach.

His finger moves to his bottom lip while he wanders around in the sand, hunched over still while he walks and holds his shoes in the other hand. He's never had a vacation befo--

He crouches down, impossibly so, then watches a small hermit-crab make its way along. Finger at his lip the whole time, he keeps his composure looking analytical of even the poor thing's walk to wherever it had been going.]]

Huh..

((OOC: COOLEST THING IN THE WORLD HAPPENED THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU *CLINGSNUG* ))

whitestlie.livejournal.com

[Near turns from side to side, observing the change of scenery after blacking out at the Yellow Box at possibly the most inconvenient time. He places a hand on his throat, which feels slightly itchy and sore, as if he's starting to develop some sort of illness. Could it be? Near's eyes narrowed.

No.

There was no way Kira could have won. This could not possibly be his doing. If he had indeed somehow outsmarted Near at the last second, literally the last second, then why would he leave him in such an ordinary room along with all of his toy finger puppets and the mask of L? Furthermore, why would he leave him with - Near presses a hand against his abdomen and sure enough, the killer notebook is still there. No, this is not Kira's work.

Perhaps some supernatural intervention then? Near lifts a hand to his hair and begins tugging on a strand. If Shinigami exists then anything's possible at this point. What a pain. Who ever was responsible couldn't at least have given him 10 more seconds? No, even 5 more seconds would have been sufficient.

With his free hand, Near begins flicking aside any standing finger puppets one by one until his index rests on the blackberry. I see. Near picks up the phone and examines it, making sure that there's nothing out of the ordinary about the device. So they had intended for him to find it and use it, and while it displeases Near to play into his enemy's hands, there is little else he can actually do at this point, and trying to escape would not be wise especially since he has no means of defense.

The blackberry turns on, filming just a corner of a wall. It shakes a bit before turning back off. Seconds later, the audio comes on, then turns off, then comes on again, then turns back off. It's as if who ever was using the phone was confused by the device and didn't know what they were doing.

That should suffice. There were three kinds of people likely to respond to such a "message," those who would like to help a confused newcomer, those who would like to insult them for their incompetence, and finally, perhaps the mastermind himself. Near would wait.]

my-own-friend.livejournal.com

[Anyone in the hallways of the manor might run into Emma, looking very out of sorts and followed by a huge white tiger.]

I told you, leave me alone.

But I can't! I'm your soul. I have to follow you. You'll just have to get used to me.

[The tiger has a male voice, and speaks with a typical New York accent, in contrast to Emma's affected English accent.]

Oh, I'm sure you are. Just don't talk to me.

Come on, this'll be fun! We'll get to know each other. Well, we already do, since I'm part of you. Come on, show me around!

[ooc: Emma's got a deamon this week! He's very friendly, so feel free to chat him up!]

1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com

[When Elphaba had woken up that morning, she'd felt a twinge of fear - this wasn't her room, let alone her fathers house. So now, Manor, have a 7 year old green child wandering around the house. She tries to act like she isn't scared, but it's anyones guess how long that will last]

Hello..?

[Tentatively]

..Father..?

((As per this plot, Elphaba's been canon shifted, so she currently has no memories of the Manor or it's inhabitants~))

Current Mood: worried

clean-n-simple.livejournal.com

hello? can anyone read this?

[ A short pause, then the message continues: ]

i don't know what's going on. i'm scared. are you here, light? it looks like i'm in your room but -- you don't have a stuffed animal like this, do you? (i wouldn't let you live it down if you did!)

i found this cell phone next to it. am i dreaming? but everything feels too solid. right? i can't

[ Another pause, this one longer. ]

i mean i don't feel unsafe. maybe it's because things look so familiar. maybe i'm about to wake up! .... right?

[ And after a final, hanging pause, she places the blackberry back on the bed, accidentally pressing its keys in passing: ]

qrcsafqt

stalking_horse

[Dated to just after B's capture/something being arranged for a holding cell...]

[He's got the Blackberry intentionally set so that he's visible along with whoever of the team is still around visible in the background; as composed and controlled as he is, he's short most of a week's worth of sleep and it's starting to show.]

At {MUN FUDGE! Insert exact time here. To the second. Goddamn OCD boy.}, the serial killer, B, was apprehended. We have him contained to ensure there won't be any further victims.

We're going to have to fix things, not only to decide what to do with him now without relying on our captor, but to improve the situation here for everyone trapped in this box - without it descending into petty bickering and being at each other's throats.

Whatever we do, we cannot turn to the Author anymore; her only concern is dramatics, and she'll override anything we do for her own whims... it has to be something we do for ourselves.

stalking_horse

( Via Emma, to the rest of the investigations team as outlined in the OOC post )

( B's Hideouts - OOC notes! )

[OOC Notes: This will be the post for chasing B! A minute after if there's no backtalk, the specific orders will go out - they'll each be individual tags, but everyone will hear what the other's assignments are. Use them as the category-headers that'd normally be up; there's free godmod rights on Soma's tracking going through finding B's hideouts, so those can be opened/watched etc. whether B's there or not.]

junior-cop.livejournal.com

L, this is Officer Tom Hanson. What the hell is going on? The obvious is the murders but why so damn many at once? if you know so much, give us his name?

[He's completely unaware that there's a possibility of 3 L's and what's even worse is that he's unaware that B is playing the role. It's an attempt to dig a little deeper even if could eventually cost him his life later on.]

Current Location: Apollo Justice's room

my-own-friend.livejournal.com

[Emma's back in her X-Men uniform, and her pose and manner are very official.]

To those currently investigating the murders: I believe I can be of some assistance. I am a telepath, and I can provide some service to you. Perhaps you'd like me to serve as a hub in a mental network so you can communicate better. I'm open to suggestions. Anything I can do to help stop this madman.

girlofthedusk.livejournal.com

[She had thought about it long and hard about all the people laying low and whining about she and Eddie delaying justice. She has decided to really delay it now.]

I'm the one who killed those people. Come find me, darling.

[She is lying of course.]

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Entries tagged with comment: mello

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case no. 1 ₪ [action]

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Scythe 1 !! Celty !! Intro - Did you want some zombie with your personal bubble? [In person]

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001 - Near - ["Accidental" Video/Audio] - Oh, how he loathes the supernatural right now.

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Spell 32 .: Elphaba :. 'Afterall, she had a childhood...' [In person]

text | wait and see (risk)

[Video] You won't get away with it this time

[Other] [Forward-Date] Don't Look Back Or We'll Catch You

{9th Collar} Contact [Private/Voice]

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Fourth Tear + Ophelia [Video]

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