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Post by hazel on Oct 8, 2008 20:37:13 GMT -5
The streets ere not too crowded today, for a storm was raging overhead, lightning shooting towards the earth, hitting trees far off in the distance, missing this little down. Little, Maisie scoffed inwardly, everything was hardly small to her. There were towns so large, where you could walk a street twice and never see the same face at all, where you could walk down each road and see buildings taller than the ones on the last. For her, that distance was just so far away, yet so close. Instincts screamed for her to run into a store nearby, but her feet would not move. It was like this the night of the crash. It had been storming, and Kayla had gotten distracted by the flash of lightning ... The road was wet, and that tree was big. This was all Maisie knew now, all she could remember. She had been told it all, unable to dig it up in her own memory.
A fine disaster, when you could not trust your own mind to look back upon your biggest mistake. She could not remember many years before that, her brain was impaired from the accident. She had seen pictures, and been told, her skull had hit the window, which hit the tree and shattered, or something. Anyway, it was bad enough to doom her to this kind of life. She couldn't remember what she did for a while, if she had a boyfriend, or who her other friends were, at least not well. But perhaps that crash was for the better. She was living a nicer life now, in Japan rather than Sweden. She had made some friends in school, and was now pursuing the Kira versus L case secretly, trying to find the headquarters in which L held his meetings with those elite police officers. One day she would be one, or a detective better yet. Maybe she could be the next L? Nah, that was for those heroes to inherit as a name. She was no hero.
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Post by sabata on Oct 9, 2008 20:33:53 GMT -5
Getsuei dashed through the streets. His dyed purple hair was drenched with rain, as was his shirt, scarf and bandanna. The only articles of he was wearing that weren't soaked were the leather pants and boots. He was thankful of the boots because nothing was worse than drenched ammo.
As he ran, he bumped straight into maisy, sending them both to the ground. The seventeen year-old got up and looks Maisy over. "What's a girl like you doing out on a night like this?" he asked with a slight insulting smirk on his face.
The interesting thing was that, he didn't like to be insulted, but he always insulted, despite hating it himself. He always enjoyed giving people grief, in any way shape or form. Be it insult or otherwise.
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Post by hazel on Oct 9, 2008 20:55:42 GMT -5
Maisie blinked as rain touched her eye. She lifted a slender finger, wiping it gently. Before she had the chance to look up, she felt a force drive into her, knocking her pixie like form off balance. Her legs shot out from under neither, and her arms flew up into the air. But her mind moved in a calm manner, unlike her physical movements. She felt herself going down, and she twisted, shoving her hands out in front of her, and breaking her fall with a small thud and a shiver than sent trembles through her spine. She blinked as her brunette curls fell over her face, creating a blanket between her and the world. Shaking her head gently, she scooted her knees under her and pushed up, getting to her feet and dusting her hands and legs off.
"I like thunderstorms." Maisie replied calmly, her soft and musical voice splitting the air between claps of thunder, just arising from the distance as it got closer. Lightning flashed, and she could see the boy's face clearly. It was a classmate, his known name to be Sabata, well that's what his friends called him. He was an odd, more bold one, with purple hair and oddly colored eyes. But he was also a slight jerk, though one could tell already by his smirk. "Wipe that smirk away, don't think you can get away insulting me." She stuck her lower lip out, a look that was impossible to fight. Her wide brown eyes blinked, glassy as rain stung them, and her rosy cheeks upon her milky face, the topping being the soft, full lips that positioned themselves in a pout. "And what are you doing here?" Maisie countered swiftly, her mind working fast as usual.
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Post by sabata on Oct 9, 2008 21:03:34 GMT -5
"Mmmmm, if I told you would try to call the police, only to find that I won't get arrested for what it was that you found worthy of calling the Tokyo authorities over." Getsuei said, still smirking. He saw the look in Masie's eyes. "Could she know my codename?" he ask himself in the back of his thoughts. Continuing with a response to her last question he says. "It's never a good idea to interrogate a guy with a loaded gun on hand besides." Getsuei says, with a daring look in his blood colored eyes. He really didn't care what he did wrong, he always blamed the other person for anything bad that might come from a conflict. He got his information on the same policy.
OOC; Getsuei doesn't go to school, it's in the bio.
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Post by hazel on Oct 10, 2008 5:01:08 GMT -5
Maisie looked at Sabata. Hmph, that boy did have gut. "Well then fine, don't." She replied smoothly, her musical tone like sweet milk, tainted with something sour. The silence fell like a blanket between the two, and Maisie was not ready for the enormous clap of thunder after it, booming in her delicate ear drums. She jumped, startled, only to shake her head furiously with herself, and mutter something incoherent. Then Maisie narrowed her eyes at the violet-haired boy, looking him up and down. See, most would be phased by his blood red eyes, though she wasn't. She was used to all sorts of odd stuff, her friends back in Sweden had always picked up too many weird styles for her taste, even when some styles were genetically born traits.
"I think I can manage." She retorted, her brown eyes blazing slightly. "Besides, one question was hardly a interrigation." Scoffing, Maisie reached back with two hands, and tugged on her raincoat hoot, pulling it forward a bit more as the wind changed, carrying rain to her side. Of course, being a girl, she did not want her hair to get wet more than it had to, though she wouldn't throw a fit if she was soaked. She sidestepped, peering around him for a moment as a different sort of light flashed, only to see car headlights swerving around the corner. Regaining her previous position, she blinked. There was nothing else she wanted to say, yet, and Maisie was never one to talk much. She merely thought it all out, her clever mind picking up small details and adding them together. It was as if someone told her straight to her face, though not a word was spoken.
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Post by sabata on Oct 10, 2008 6:05:14 GMT -5
"Are you just gonna stand out here in the rain, or are you gonna have some common sense and go into a shop?" Getsuei asked. His smirk broadens as he heads to the nearest building and sat under the covering it provided, watching and listening to the rythmic pounding of the rain.
After a few minutes, Getsuei noticed it's a magazine shop and goes in. He began looking at some of the magazines. Seeing one that interested him, he picked it up and started reading a story on Kira. "Interesting." Getsuei comments to himself, going up to the counter and buying the issue.
He thought it could give him a tip off on some people to ask. He was no coward and always got to the police before the other people did, as well as too Watari.
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Post by hazel on Oct 11, 2008 7:53:22 GMT -5
With a sigh, she followed the boy into the store. Of course, it had starting to rain harder, and though Maisie liked rain, she did not like hail, which was close to what was falling from the sky now. "No, actually I am not." She informed him smoothly as she strode into the store. She paused, wondering were to look first. She was never one to read many magazines, she had preferred books to them, with their short articles. But she noticed Sabata picking up a magazine with the word Kira on it. Could it be that he was interested in the case? Maybe they could trade information. She watched as he read it, and blinked her brown eyes curiously.
"Are you interested in the Kira versus L case?" SHe asked him, tiptoeing closer to peer at the article. She would say no more until he had spoken, for she feared blurting something forbidden out. What if Kira was in this room? She would be dead before she could blink, if she had told Sabata that she supported L and his group. But, then again, maybe he would not kill her, it was such a public place. That would narrow the people don to only a few, but he'd feel threatened. He might follow her, or kill her another time. She just wouldn't say it, and then there would be no worries. It was not like Kira was inside your head, right? Still, she looked around a bit warily. There was a mother and two toddlers in the back, with on older man at the counter, and some darkly dressed teenagers at a different stack of magazines. They were all so normal, it seemed. But if Kira were not normal, he would have been caught already. It was just a matter of time.
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Post by sabata on Oct 11, 2008 8:35:38 GMT -5
"Yes, I am." Getsuei said, his interest piqued. If she had information, all the better for him. Not many of his usual people had been providing much information lately. Quite frankly it annoyed Getsuei, the less information, the less money he would have for his sunscreen. "Oh that's right, I need to put some sunscreen on around now." Getsuei says, pulling out a small tube and rubbing the white lotion into his skin, then onto his face. He really hated the constant need, but atleast the red eyes were intimidating. In truth, Getsuei was an albino.
As Getsuei looked around the room, seeing a rack of chocolate bars, he walks over to see if they had any sweet extra dark. Getsuei loved dark chocolate, and that was the only kind of chocolate he liked. As a bonus to dark, he found dark with a caramel filling,
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Post by hazel on Oct 11, 2008 13:41:51 GMT -5
"Me too." Maisie whispered, watching with an odd look as he spread lotion on himself, then blinked in understanding. An albino. Honestly, Maisie could feel for him, being part albino herself, though there was very little of her that was, being her grandfather who was one, she rarely left the house without a bottle on her. Burned easy, and that was that. "I have theories." She began, her musical voice quiet as she slipped into another isle across from him, peering at the candies. She was always a fan of butterscotch candies, and would buy them often. Pulling a small bag off of its perch, she tucked it under her arm and straightened. "For instance, he lives in the same town we do." She explained, all the more softly. No one was around them, but there were always those eavesdroppers that went to great lengths, especially information like this. "And yes, I did say he, but I cannot be sure at this point whether its a he or she. Hard to tell, you know?" She finished, then scooted down the isle a little more, and snatched an umbrella embroidered in a deep green color. Ugly, but it would do for the teeming rain just outside.
"What do you think?" Her tone was conversational, trying not to be suspicious, if anyone overheard. The music played quietly in the background, but Maisie could hear a familiar tune play, her earshot was never that shallow. In her Eyes, by Basshunter. She grinned and twirled as she stepped to the side once more, and dipped, blinking at the batteries. She would need them for her camera, and she pulled some off of the little metal bar, and jumped up. She wondered what the boy would say, the one with purple hair. Perhaps he even knew this L? She sure hoped so, she wanted nothing more than to be a part of all of this, although, she found it almost impossible to reach her goal. She was never the brightest, though she was clever and witty. And she was determined. She would get what she wanted, eventually.
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Post by sabata on Oct 11, 2008 18:54:13 GMT -5
"He's most likely a male, an I.Q. of at least 150, has access to police files, and is a one hell of a good liar. I've carved out several ideas on people who definitely are not Kira. L, Misa Amane, and Mikami Teru are all people that don't fit the description in at least one way. By the way, I don't know L, but I know the guy who can contact L." Getsuei said. He smirked. "Kira is obviously a guy do to the amount of belligerence he puts into his fight on criminals, if it was a chick, the ones that are killed with brutality, wouldn't be as brutaly slain." Getsuei said.
"If you give me a little more of what you know, I'll give you ten percent of whatever I get from my next info turn in." Getsuei said.
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Post by hazel on Oct 11, 2008 19:39:39 GMT -5
Maisie blinked suspicious brown eyes. It was sad, when you could not even trust the person you seemed to be in league with. Such ... Deceit, really is what it was. "What makes you turn to their group? If there is another that hangs out with them, then zero in on that person, its obvious something is making you turn that way. I know for a fact that each one has known each other in present or past." She muttered, her eyes flickering from the shelves to Sabata, and down again. "I agree. Its habit from the difference in genders, that they fight differently. I mean no offense saying this, but males will go to the other face and kill straight out. Females would be more likely to sneak around and take everything away from them, then kill." Maisie mused, fiddling with the pendant on her necklace, biting her lower lip. She shot a glance up at him, grinning wickedly.
"How about you give me a hint as to where you get your information?" She suggested. If he were to hint to her, where his information came from, she would figure it out herself in the end. To her, it was not a matter of brains, but of process of elimination, cunning, and patience. Anyway, her mother had always told her that she was too sly for her own good. She preferred to be that fly on the wall, rather than in the fire. Although, she could make an exception for this. Maisie narrowed her eyes. "You can trust me you know." She added. Anyone would hesitate before saying anything these days, always afraid Kira was right around the corner. And it was those innocent ones, like the appearance of Maisie would give to another, that were to be trusted least.
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Post by sabata on Oct 11, 2008 20:12:31 GMT -5
"Hmmph! I don't need anyone putting me out of the job. Besides, you don't have the guts to go to the places I go, negotiate the ways I negotiate, and most of all, to go to the police and turn in an obsessed Kira supporter you thought was your friend. You don't have the guts at all." Getsuei says with a conceited smirk. He didn't care what people said, not at all. He wasn't insane, he was making a living. He would go to dark alleys where it smelled of rotting flesh and garbage. He would put a gun to someones head if they wouldn't accept cash for information. He would turn in any maniac Kira supporter out there. It was Getsuei's way of making the money he needed, no matter what others said, it was what he did.
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Post by hazel on Oct 11, 2008 20:21:25 GMT -5
"You'd bet on that?" Maisie blinked at him, her gaze blazing. "Never judge a book by its cover. You may look at me," She went on, breathing in deeply. "and see a girl, with no scars, with no wounds. Ah but here!" She whirled around and parted her hair, revealing a long, pink scar stretching around her skull, top to its base. She let her dark locks fall and swiveled around once more. "You cannot say I have the guts for things." She amended his words, though she was not truly angry. She was rarely angered, just a bit irritable at times. Brown orbs blinked.
"This was an accident, obviously. You can blame a distracted Kayla for that." Maisie whispered, leaned forward as she let her voice drop. "But its deal, or no deal." She finished, smirking back at him. With information, it was hard to say no. Things like this were something that was vital, like a heartbeat. "Funny, you say I don't have the guts to turn a friend of mine in for supporting Kira. But I have the guts to let her drive, and watch her die." She growled, spying a basket, and grabbing it, putting her items in it, so her arm would not need to hold them anymore.
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Post by sabata on Oct 11, 2008 20:31:14 GMT -5
"Ever had to hold a loaded and cocked gun to someones for head, and threaten to blow their brains all over an alley? Ever had to go to a slum where the streets smell of decaying flesh and garbage? Have you ever had a cocked and loaded gun held to your forehead for a 'crime against Kira'? You have no idea what it's like to see someones brains scattered across an Alley way after they shot first. You don't what it's like to stare at a face, covered in gunpowder from a point blank shot to the head, to see the hole from that bullet, to see the bullet among the gory bits of brain and fractured skull, all because thing got crazy and you were being threatened at gun point because some lunatic worshiping a killer threatened you, threatened you by sending you straight to hell." Getsuei said. He smirked again before checking out his items.
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Post by L on Oct 11, 2008 20:35:13 GMT -5
As of now, this thread is locked. This is due to it going against a rule that was recently added for the exact same reasons (this is not the first time something like this happens). This is a quote of said rule:
As a note, the gravest part of the problem is that the plot is now at a point where Mikami Teru is not yet a Kira suspect, although that is not the only issue, since the ENTIRE matter is covered up too well for this situation to be possible.
It is advisable for both participants to move on to other RPs, this time following the rules. However, if you agree on continuing this thread, then one of you should PM me or Raito AFTER the posts have been modified to fit that rule, and the thread shall be unlocked, with this warning deleted.
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