L Lawliet
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Post by L Lawliet on Dec 17, 2008 17:13:35 GMT -5
The weather this day appeared to slightly spastic. The sun was shining brightly, yet somber clouds could be seen just beyond the horizon. Dark eyes blinked from inside a room, peering through the curtains that draped to the floor in an elegant and cascading manner. A man was crouching in a swivel desk chair, his back arched over his knees, while his hands were rested on the kneecaps themselves lightly. One thumb was lifted to his lips, where he gnawed on the thumbnail. He was a simple looking boy of an older age, adorning a white shirt, and baggy jeans. He wore no socks.
A voice interrupted his thoughts, making the man look over his shoulder to the doorway. The door itself had begun to creak and he blinked as it rolled inward. A familiar voice split the silence that had once surrounded him. L gave the boy a small smile, and waved him in. "Good morning Mello. Have you noticed the odd weather patterns today?" That was about a normal a greeting as you would ever get from L, who had turned back to the window- eyeing it curiously. You could now see tiny droplets of rain sprinkling from the dark clouds that were inching closer. The sun was still shining.
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mellodramatic
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Post by mellodramatic on Dec 17, 2008 17:31:49 GMT -5
A sigh of relief escaped Mello as L welcomed him in. I mean, when you're dealing with one of the most powerful (not to mention the most intelligent) men in the world, you feel a little nervous, y'know? "Hi L. Good morning!" Mello scurried over to the desk where the quirky man sat, then took a peak out the window at the 'odd weather patterns.' "Oh right! I would't have noticed...looks like a storm is coming...hope the power goes out....no video games later hehehe...." he mumbled to himself. "Do you want some french toast? I put a whole bunch of syrup all over it, actually too much, since i know how much you like sweet things." He gave L the smile of an angel. *ding*sparkle* He set the plate on L's desk and pulled up a chair next to his. "I hope you didn't eat already..." Mello commented as he placed a fork in front of L, as he himself began to dig into the sweet, mini breakfast feast. It was almost too sweet for him, since he was so used to eating his bitter dark chocolate, but he made the most of it.
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Post by L Lawliet on Dec 17, 2008 17:50:21 GMT -5
L looked at the blond boy, his unlbinking stare glazed in thought. "o, I do not believe we will be hit by the storm. If you look, the direction of the clouds is west, not south. The darkness of them are closer to us and further to the right, indicating that the storm will hit just west of us, by the town I'd guess." L explained as he stuck his thumbail in his mouth for biting once more. His eyes lit up at Mello's words.
Sugar- it was the only thing L had a fetish for in life, besides solving crime. "Lots os syrup you say?" He swiveled around in his chair and looked at Mello gratefully. "No I had not eaten yet, and this particular dish sounds delicious."He grabbed the fork given to him by his runner up successor and dove into the waffles, eating all of the parts that were drenched inn syrup first, then working back to the lesser, just drizzled on parts of his breakfast. "Thank you for that." He burped, resuming his position, and blinking up at the blond boy.
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Post by Pickles on Dec 17, 2008 18:41:28 GMT -5
Art was the last one to enter the cafeteria, shuffling in with a pronounced slouch and splotches of purple and black under his eyes. He hadn't rested for three days, busy obsessing over a list of twenty four open mathematical problems created by one David Hilbert, only to discover the last was both general and simplistic and therefore a waste of time. He couldn't sleep now, he was too stimulated. Too frustrated. So he had made his way down to the cafeteria in an effort to alleviate the crippling stomach pains.
He went to the servers, and when it was his turn he made a 'special request', holding up the line and getting quite a few dirty looks. Their glares bored into the back of his head as he walked away with his tray. Anxiously biting his lip, Art looked around to find a good seat, and spotted a small white haired boy sitting alone. He didn't know he was Near, although he was familiar with the name, since most of the time he didn't feel the need to meet the children behind the code names. He walked up and sat across from the boy posthaste, and focused all of his attention on his own tray. On it was a bowl of relish, a plate piled with plump dill pickles, and a glass of milk. He speared the closest one with his eating utensil and consumed it with two quick chomps. Only after he was contently chewing his first bites did he look up at Near. With his mind stuck on food as it was, the first thing he noticed was the young boy didn't have any food. Art stabbed another dill with his fork and offered it to Near, speaking through a mouthful of pickle.
"Wan' one?"
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Post by cottonball on Dec 17, 2008 19:22:50 GMT -5
Near sighed as Mello passed by, determined not to rerort a biting remark. The blond's reply seemed to be a bit egotistic, but that was as good as it got when it came to having a conversation with him. And, besides he was in a good mood; it would be unwise to needlessly wind him up. He rolled to his side and plucked himself up. Heading to the mess hall at last, he extracted his rubik's cube from his pocket and began twisting to form single-colored sides.
He sat down at an empty table, though it was not empty for long. A boy had sat down across from him- and Near recognized him as Art, or A. The boy was stuffing himself with pickles, and breakfast. Near eyed him curiously, then blinked his green eyes as he was offered one. "Excuse me, but what are they?" Strange as it sounded, Near did not really know what they were. You see, he usually ate diary products, like ice cream and cheese. He was obviously a picky eater, though he did stretch past his main food group for certain delicacies. "I am Near, by the way. I recognize you as Art. How are you?" His high pitched voice made him seem even younger than he was, nvermind his looks and petite size.
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Post by Pickles on Dec 17, 2008 22:37:24 GMT -5
"Excuse me, but what are they?"
Art stared for a moment, frozen, then chewed a few more times and swallowed. He was admitably surprised the boy had never heard of pickles. The best food ever. "A cucumber that has been pickled in a brine, vinegar, or other solutions and left to ferment for a period of time. Hence the name 'pickle'." Art waved it around in front of Near for effect. "It's really good." He said in a tone that he hoped sounded reassuring
"I am Near, by the way. I recognize you as Art. How are you?" Oh. So he was that guy. Art surely recognized the name Near, and Near seemed to recognize him, which he found odd, as he had heard Near was very anti-social. He was also the highest-ranking child in his age group. "I am sleep deprived and very hungry, otherwise I'm fine. Eat the pickle." Art added the last part, almost as an after thought.
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Post by cottonball on Dec 19, 2008 8:52:59 GMT -5
Near blinked as Art told him what exactly a pickle was, and how he himself was doing. The pickle was waved around in his face, and he caught a twang of bitterness waft from teh pickle to him. He scrunched his nose slightly, but reached out o grab the pickle anyway. It felet weird and slimey on his hands, so he bit into it hurriedly. It tasted different, but not bad. Silently, he polished the pickle off. "I've tasted worse." He announced once he had finished the entirety of the pickle. Wiping his hands on a napkin, he pulled out his rubik's cube once more and began to fiddle with it.
"I would not go as far as to say they are really good in my opinion. Everyone is entitled to an opinion though- and most times they don't match what others say. But a pickle is good enough to be edible by most all of our world's population- except those that may be allergic to the preservatives in the pickle itself." He did nto look up from his puzzle, merely stating the facts in his monotone voice as he twisted and shuffled the colors of the puzzle around. Soon enough he had finished, and he placed it on the table to stare at before he began to untwist it and reform the color scheme.
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mellodramatic
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Post by mellodramatic on Dec 20, 2008 21:47:50 GMT -5
Mello looked down at the now empty plate, amazed at how quickly his mentor had polished off the french toast. 'How in the ......' "Woah...you must have been, uh REALLY hungry...heh.." He pushed the plate aside and turned back to face L. Mello looked around him briefly and shifted in his seat, while he thought of something to say. This was another thing he and L had ever done before: just, talked, like normal people....well, almost normal. Whenever he "talked" with L, it meant that Mello was listening to L talk about something more important. Mello realized that he had never had an innocent conversation with L; this thought just added to his guilt of neglecting his mentor. "Ahem..." Mello cleared his throat aware of the awkward silence that was flooding the room...yeah, the one which L didn't seem to be aware of....figures. "So..." The young blonde started, "What do you do in here all day? Don't you get bored?" he asked conversationally, absentmindedly grabbing a pen from the desk and drawing on his wrist.
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L Lawliet
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Post by L Lawliet on Dec 21, 2008 17:31:44 GMT -5
L sat in silence with the utmost content. He never was the talker, not even before he arrived here at Wammy's for his first time. He nibbled on hsi thumdnail, and looked up when Mello cleared his throat. "Bless you." he mistook if for a sort of sneeze on the boy's part, and blinked at him. "Would you like a-" He cut his offer short, looking calmly at his runner up successor.
"No, boredom does not seem to hold a problem for a person like myself." He replied, his voice muffled by his thumbnail which was stubbornly still in his mouth. It was true, L did not oftten get what most would call bored. He was always thinking, and doing something that would add up to a greater occurance in the end. "Usually I think, and begin some of the lesser cases sent to me." He pointed to a folder on his right. It was labled in black letters 'crimes.' For a genius, L was never the witty type. He jsut made everything blatantly obvious- thus the labelling on the folder.
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Post by mellodramatic on Dec 23, 2008 22:21:37 GMT -5
Mello leaned over so he could get a good look at the folder. 'Heh....it's just like L to label it for what it is....not mysterious at all.....' "If you don't mind me saying, I think it's kind of ironic how you don't bother to hide anything, or make anything more mysterious than it needs to be. And the irony is that you solve mysteries basically for a living...I don't know...just something I noticed..." Mello looked back down to the little cartoon of Mario from one of Matt's games, which he was almost finished drawing on his wrist. Matt played this particular game so often, it seemed like the theme song was constantly playing in the back of Mello's head, like a broken record, embeded into his mind after hearing it blaring over the TV until four in the morning.
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Post by L Lawliet on Dec 23, 2008 22:46:46 GMT -5
"What is there to hide, Mello?" L cast a glance over to the blond boy, his wide gaze staring. "Everyone knows I solve crimes- and in the Wammy's House who is there that I don't trust?" He questioned calmly, his monotone voice slightly muffled as he sipped some tea with loads of sugar dumped in. "But it was a well-caught notice. Most do not notice anything but the obvious eating and sitting habits I have obtained over the years." He praised Mello, before putting his tea down and hugging his knees to his chest. "But I will tell you this, before you go out into the world. Never look too deep- only look for facts and what you need. Anything else is useless and can be used against you later in more ways than one." He warned the apprentice decective, and stared at the boy. He picked his tea up once more, sipped the sweet mixture, and let it sit on the surface of the wooden desk with a small clink.
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Post by mellodramatic on Dec 24, 2008 13:54:26 GMT -5
Mello beamed when L praised him, but didn't look up. He could feel L's eyes boring into him, and it felt like L could hear his thoughts and anticipate his every movement...it was unnerving to say the least. But that was the way things were with L, and Mello had almost gotten used to it. And he would have to remember those last words, since Mello was known for getting emotionally involved where it wasn't needed, and blowing things out of proportion, getting distracted and thus making bad judgments. He finished coloring in the tiny plumber's mustache and put the cap back on the pen. His mind wandered as he played with the pen, spinning it on L's desk absentmindedly. Mello chuckled to himself as he recalled the time that Matt had to explain the professions of The Super Mario Bros. Mello had been complaining about the volume of the TV again... 'MATT! I AM TRYING TO STUDY! Just give it a rest for a while! Jeeez....painters get tired too, y'know...' Mello had yelled. Matt had just turned around and stared at him for a couple of seconds, before bursting into laughter. 'Painters?!?! HAHAHAHA!!' He rolled around on the floor clutching his sides. Mello's cheeks had flushed slightly, '....what's so funny?' he had asked with raised eyebrows. Matt sat up and answered, 'Didn't you ever wonder why they always travel around in pipes? It's because they're plumbers! OH MY GAWD! HAHAHAH!' Matt erupted into more laughter. Mello's cheeks had been as red as Mario's shirt 'Well...whatever! I wouldn't know anyways...I don't play those dumb games....' It had been just one of many 'educational' (as Matt called them) conversations about video games the two had. Then he wondered...if Near had known they were plumbers? What if he had? Just another thing the runt had beat him to. Then Mello had an idea. Since he was in L's office already, and since the question had been burning in the back of his mind for a while now, why not find out who L likes best? It was a simple enough question, with a simple enough answer. And this was the one time that Mello had been in L's office without Near, so it was now or never....kind of... "L? I have a question for you, and I want you to answer truthfully. I want to know who you like better: me, or Near. I already have an idea of what you're going to say, but I just want to hear it coming from you, I guess...it'll finalize it or something..." Mello looked sheepishly at the man he most admired.
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Post by L Lawliet on Dec 26, 2008 15:20:30 GMT -5
L simply watched with unblinking eyes as Mello drifted off into a memory, or thought, of sorts. The detective opened a wooden drawer, plucking out a rainbow-toned lollipop and shoving it into his mouth idly. All the same, he hugged his knees to his chest and sat in silence with the blond boy. When Mello spoke once more, L looked up at him curiously.
Which one do I favor, L thought hard. He did not dwell long on the subject, and turned his stare to Mello's. "I prefer not to choose a favorite, Mello. Unbaised opinions are key, for I might choose the wrong successor if I let feelings get in the way of my mind." He explained, nibbling on a thumbnail through the lollipop stick. "On the contrary, I would not choose either of you as a favorite anyway. You both mean the same to me, like little brothers persay. Each of you show a certain trait that I show both of. You Mello show my boldness and action, whereas Near shows my thought process and reason. Not to mention both of you are equal in scores." He stated, pulling the lollipop from his mouth, only to push it back in thoughtfully. "I would daresay that if I were to choose two successors, it would still be you two, nevermind your scores. The two of you together might very well surpass even my knowledge of things."
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Post by mellodramatic on Dec 30, 2008 23:08:26 GMT -5
Mello stared blankly at L for a moment, trying to comprehend what the odd man had just said. "....So you don't have a favorite? Well then, I........I mean, well......heh, I definitely did not expect that answer. I thought for sure you were going to tell me that you favored Near, just because he seems so much more like you than I am. But now that you point out our likenesses, it makes me feel like I have a better shot at beating Near to succeed you. Actually, it makes me feel almost...hopeful." As he spoke he placed the pen back on the desk and gathered up the sticky plate and the forks. "Well, I suppose I should be bringing these back to the kitchen, and waking Matt up. So...I guess I'll see you later then..." Mello pulled his chair back to its original position and headed for the door. As he opened the heavy door he looked back towards his mentor. "Oh, and L? I just have to say, that I really do feel honored to have to chance to succeed you....and that you think of me as um, a little brother....So, bye now, and have a good day!" He flashed L a brilliant smile and scooted out the door. 'Phew...well, that went well I think...'
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Post by L Lawliet on Dec 31, 2008 20:35:16 GMT -5
"You've a right to feel hopeful. Both you and Near are almost equal in intellect." L mumbled through a mouthful of lollipop. He spun around in his swivel chair once or twice idly before speaking once more. "The likeliness was there all along, really. You just needed your eyes opende to see it." He continued, pulling the rainbow orb from his mouth to twirl it in his right hand, between index finger and thumb. He watched as Mello placed the pen down and collected the plates, clearly ready to set off.
L's stare was inpenetrable as his gaze followed Mello to the door, and were unfazed when the blonde turned around once more. At the boy's words, the man could not keep a small smile from lifting the corners of his lips upward. It occured to him that maybe thinking of Mello as family, and admitting to it was actually better for Mello to hear than any good test score. After all he was an orphan was he not? When L was his age he wanted family- so perhaps its the same case with the blonde genius exiting his office. "Alright then. Bye." L had shoved the lollipop in his mouth once more, his farewell muffled by the flavored candy.
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