Post by den on May 22, 2008 1:05:28 GMT -5
The SPK headquarters was...quiet. Hardly a soul in the building. This was expected. The average person didn't join a group of individuals dedicated to catching someone who needs only your name and face to kill you, by writing a name on a piece of paper. It was the stuff of fiction, fantasies thought up by guys and gals with too much time on their hands. Den himself would have thought the very concept of a killer notebook improbable, neigh, ludicrous. At least, he would have until Kira started his/her killing spree. This person was simply too powerful. They had to be stopped, for the good of mankind in general. Any normal person participating in the various anti-Kira organizations would think this. Den was just bored and looking for an interesting case, and this was too good to pass up.
Den stood in the entrance to a dimly lit room, the north side illuminated by glowing computer monitors. He observed with eyes half closed, sliding back and forth in an exaggerated fashion. He had...hit a snag in his investigation. Nothing much to do until new information came to light. So, he planned to entertain himself for the duration of the afternoon. The boy walked toward a metal table, weighed down by a cardboard box full of unsolved Rubik's cubes. He hefted the box up and dumped its contents of the smooth, shiny surface. They made a random jumble of clattering noises as they landed, some falling off the table. Den cracked his knuckles and sat down, grabbing the nearest cube and immediately twisting around columns of colorful boxes. As he worked, the boy secretly anticipated the single, wonderful moment when the last move was made and everything clicked together perfectly.
Den stood in the entrance to a dimly lit room, the north side illuminated by glowing computer monitors. He observed with eyes half closed, sliding back and forth in an exaggerated fashion. He had...hit a snag in his investigation. Nothing much to do until new information came to light. So, he planned to entertain himself for the duration of the afternoon. The boy walked toward a metal table, weighed down by a cardboard box full of unsolved Rubik's cubes. He hefted the box up and dumped its contents of the smooth, shiny surface. They made a random jumble of clattering noises as they landed, some falling off the table. Den cracked his knuckles and sat down, grabbing the nearest cube and immediately twisting around columns of colorful boxes. As he worked, the boy secretly anticipated the single, wonderful moment when the last move was made and everything clicked together perfectly.