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meticulous_soul (meticulous_soul) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-08 19:40:00

Current music:	Casey Chambers- "Rattlin' Bones"
Entry tags:	complete, day 31, l lawliet, laura moon

I Left My Home, I Left My Love, I Left My Faith Back There.
[Who]: L and Laura
[When]: Day 31, Afternoon
[What]: L isn't bored, but wants to hang out with Laura anyway. She's that cool~
[Rating]: PG for now, for likely deep thoughts.
[Status]: Technically open, though they'll likely be forced!polite to anyone else who shows up, lol

It puzzled L, that Laura might possibly believe that he wouldn't want to spend time with her unless he had absolutely nothing else to do. She certainly wasn't easy on herself, when it came to the appeal she held for others. He could understand, when he thought about it as others might... but it was a forced way of thinking, for the secretive detective. He was the type of man who named spiders but left others hanging without even an approved fake moniker for himself. Except for Laura, of course. Laura was different. She knew to call him by his professional codename. It was closer than he allowed most people to get. And, yes, he considered Laura a "person."

The commons area was a well-furnishes, quiet room with a fireplace, though with agreeable weather like they had been having, it was not in use. Perching on an armchair, L organized his thoughts (as was his custom before a planned conversation), craning his neck and watching for Laura.

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spitandviolets
2009-02-08 07:29 pm UTC (link)

It puzzled Laura, that L might actually want to hang out with her if he had more important and interesting things to be doing. She certainly wasn't the kind of person that most people wanted to associate with on a good day, and the fact that he wanted to see her in the daylight, knowing what he did about her, was confusing. But, she did know that he was a detective. Also, she knew that he was interested in science. Therefore, she had come to the only logical conclusion that made sense to her: he wanted to study her because she was scientifically and something worthy of investigation. It was better than nothing, though, and she had been worrying about him all morning. When he wasn't at her group activity, she had become vastly agitated and upset. How was she supposed to be protecting him and keeping him from harm if she was being compelled to participate in another activity? She seriously thought about destroying that golem and making a break for it. She was glad she hadn't when she'd found out that it would worry L. But, really, what would have happened if he had been drowning, or he had caught a parasite? Her promise would have been as good as nothing.

She didn't really know that L didn't allow others to call him by name, let alone any name that was related to him. She knew several, it seemed, as he had mentioned in the journals. She was trying to pronounce that last one. Ryuzaki? Was that it? Rue? How did one pronounce that? Was it like the French word for road? She'd have to ask.

Being freshly arrived, Laura didn't fully know where anything was. Not wanting to be late, however, she opted to cheat and focus on him, on that lantern of light in the universe. She had seen through the resort, had focused on it, and she had followed it. Unfortunately, her power wasn't like a GPS system. It didn't provide the fastest route, and, as she was walking and not running at breakneck speeds, she was late anyway.

In the light, as she walked in, a combination of natural light and firelight, Laura looked...unwell. Her flesh was pale, somewhere between porcelain and blue, and, despite a touch of lipstick, there was a lavender quality to her lips. There were dark circles under her eyes that were so dark some would worry that she had been punched. There wasn't even the slightest rosy hint to her cheeks. Her hair, however, was glossy, chestnut colored and lovely, and hung perfectly. She would never have to worry about a haircut ever again. She was dressed simply, having bathed and changed after skating even though it wasn't necessary, in a pair of jeans and an off-the-shoulder, black top with long sleeves. She smelled heavily of perfume, something spicy and sweet that was mixed with clove, and faintly of chemicals and rot. Most startling was the large, V shaped scar that ran from each collar bone and disappeared between her breasts at the center of her chest. Her eyes, in the light, were dark blue.

"Hey," said, making her way into the room. Her eyes studied his posture. Well, that was a new way to sit in a chair. He looked deep in thought, and she instantly felt guilty for speaking and bothering him. Taking a seat on the chair opposite him, she crossed her legs, the edge of her black, velvet, high heel lightly hitting the table.

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meticulous_soul
2009-02-08 09:34 pm UTC (link)

Laura's appearance, though announced by the soft, coordinated strike of her heels against the wood floor, was startling, to say the least. L had not seen Laura yet in the daylight, and though she had clearly put a great effort into looking polished and formal (L would never have guessed that a pair of jeans could look that dressy), she still looked strangely... sick? Pathetic? ...dead? L bit his lip, his eyes tracing over Laura slowly, avoiding her bruised-looking eyes but dwelling thoughtfully everywhere else. He had a vivid photographic memory, and though the effect was that he was studying Laura, in actuality he was doing something similar to taking many individual, mental snapshots and filing them neatly away in his well-organized mind. Perhaps it was that distinctive scar, or the unnaturally pale hue of Laura's skin, but overall, it reminded L of autopsy pictures as well as the typical "profiles" he created for every person he met.

"You look very nice," was the simple, quiet verdict after almost an entire minute of cementing her image in his memory. Hours later, L would have been able to describe, precisely, every detail of Laura's appearance with the notable exception of the color and shape of her eyes.

Nibbling his fingertip, he set aside the book he'd been holding; not reading, but simply running his long fingers over the pages every now and then, as if doing so stirred up the very essence of the words within. The title was in Russian, along with the name of the author, and L treated it somewhat reverently even as he turned his attention to Laura. "How are you today?" he asked, very correctly, clearly doing his best to behave. A slight breeze through the open window allowed him to catch the high notes of Laura's perfume, tinted with cloves, and that slight, musty, dank smell of something most humans are afraid to identify for what it is.