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inmyownworld (inmyownworld) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-26 23:39:00

Current music:	Switchblade Symphony- "Mine Eyes"
Entry tags:	!complete, day 05, l lawliet, laura moon, location: pharmacy/liquor store

Day 5- I Only Want to Hear the Angels Laugh, Are They Sleeping On The Edge of the Sky? [Finished]
Who: L Lawliet and Laura Moon
What: Fractious, sleepless detective. Sympathetic, watchful Laura. Aspirin.
When: Day 5 Early Afternoon
Where: The drug store
Rating: PG to start
Status: Complete

It had been a long and somewhat frustrating morning. The odd, precarious and often baffling thing that was L's sleeping patterns were catching up to him, and there couldn't be a worst time for their negative effects to stalk him. He slept for four hours every two days, and now that he was ready to collapse as that time was again approaching, he found, to his horror, that as soon as his eyes closed and he composed himself, a loud siren jolted him back to jittery wakefulness. It was a complete and terrible exhaustion, the kind that no amount of coffee or sugar could remedy. The kind that made nail guns look better than a glass of cool, clear water looks to a man dying of thirst.

Not to mention he had a whanging headache. Without Watari around to provide him with much-needed dietary supplements and a quiet place to fall asleep when determined limbs and stubborn willpower couldn't keep him awake any longer, L tended to start to fade and weaken. It was odd and a little ironic that he and Laura were living together as "partners". The two were looking more alike now that L was getting paler and thinner.

Sighing, L curled up where he was, against a row of shelves in the drug store. And was instantly covering his ears in frustrated madness when the alarm sounded, like clockwork. Composing himself, wanting to scream but not possessing the ability to healthily release pent-up aggression or emotions, L seized a bottle of cough syrup and hurled it at the wall opposite him, where it shattered. He eyed the sticky fragments with contempt, drawing his knees to his chest and hugging them.

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inmyownworld
2009-05-15 11:03 am UTC (link)

Love, passion, and sexuality... L knew the words, of course, but had somehow never applied them to himself. "Um... well... I suppose it never came up," he said, biting his lip, looking away as if he had something to be ashamed of. "I mean... all of that is really a process for reproduction. Right? And... that was taken care of, for me. My genetic material was harvested, purchased by women who wanted genius offspring... I probably have children somewhere. Maybe they look like me, but... I've never thought about it much. It's not like I will ever meet them." there wasn't a trace of sadness or regret in the man's voice, since he had long ago distanced himself from this aspect of his life with resounding success.

"You misunderstand..." L said, curling his shoulders forward and allowing his head to sink deeper between them and toward his chest. "I was never mistreated. I was rescued... please don't get the wrong idea. If Watari had never found me... I probably would not have lived a year out of the hospital. The world scared me... touch, loud noises, dogs... the list was endless. Just walking down the street alone was torture, because I never knew what to expect. In the real world, there is no time to stop in the middle of the street because a car horn has startled you. There is no time to crouch and hold your head and try to collect yourself again. In the world that Watari created for me... there was always time. I was always collected. It was what he wanted, yes... but it was what I needed. Without me, his detective syndication was substandard, but I literally could not survive without him. He kept me from going over the deep end and I simply did what I was best at. Work that made me feel competent and special, because it was so easy for me while everyone else couldn't seem to quite figure it all out. But... as I got older, it became... lonely? It was fun to always win games as a child, but adults search for meaning, even adults like me... I wanted there to be other people like me, and there just... there weren't. The days got longer, the shadows seemed darker... I questioned life's purpose. Watari arranged things so that I wouldn't have to. It wasn't that I was manipulated or coerced into that state of acceptance... I just wanted peace so that I could think. That's all. My curiosity remained intact, but was refocused so that it was conducive to productivity. So... yes. You are correct. In the end... there is no purpose, there is no reason... and what I loved... was a pleasant distraction." he bowed his head for a moment, clearly in very deep thought, before returning to the present and to Laura's question about the women in his life who had never seen him.

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inmyownworld
2009-05-15 11:03 am UTC (link)

"The first woman who ever caught my attention that way... her name was Naomi Misora. She was a Japanese woman who went to America and became an FBI agent, getting through the program unusually fast for a woman. No... for anyone. That's one thing I admired about her. She assisted me in several cases... in particular the Los Angeles B.B. Murder Mystery. That was a former possible successor of mine with a grudge... a desire to surpass the world's greatest detective as the world's greatest criminal. It was his intention to create an unsolvable case, but... thanks to Misora's involvement, it was solved. However... even though I always suspected that Naomi might have liked me, if she'd gotten to know me... she was engaged. Not only that, she personally met Beyond Birthday... the murderer in the case... without knowing at the time that he was the culprit. He was masquerading as a private investigator at the time, and he had the interesting habit of altering his appearance to look like me. He did a remarkable job of it, too... but when I asked Misora about her impression of him, her reaction was... harsh. She said, in so many words, that he was creepy, pathetic, and that if the world could be divided into people who deserved to live and people who deserved to die, then he would certainly fall into the latter category. I did meet her, later... but I don't think she really knew it was me. Which, in the end, was for the best. Sometime during my last case, she died. The suspected cause was suicide, following the work-related death of her fiance, but I really don't think that was the case."

He paused. "Um. Let me think... there was a woman I only knew as Wedy. She was an expert of the underworld, a thief who specialized in cracking high-end security systems. I hired her for a variety of cases, including my last one. I did meet her face-to-face, many times... she even rescued me once, during the Detective War, but that's another story. I was young and green then, and she got me out of a bad hostage situation. She was American, very beautiful, from a wealthy family... which made her decision to become a thief all the more interesting, I suppose. The last I heard, she is still alive.

"Also... there is Misa Amane... but things are complicated, there. During my last case, the one that killed Misora, I suspected a young man named Light Yagami of being a murderer called 'Kira', who could kill by seeing a person's name and face. During the case, a young woman made herself known to him about the same time another such murderer appeared who wanted to cooperate with Kira, and forensic evidence pointed towards her. She... did not have the maturity or the intelligence of Wedy or Naomi. But there was something about her that interested me. Most likely, it was just a crush, and I was even able to use it to my advantage, since it allowed me to believably exploit other situations... but in the end, it would never have worked."

He blinked, aware that he had been talking for quite some time. "I apologize... it seems that I have been rambling..."

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spitandviolets
2009-05-15 03:29 pm UTC (link)

"No, not rambling," she answered, almost too quickly. Her eyes had glazed over, and it had seemed for a moment that she was looking through him. Regardless, her attention had always been on him. It was easier to listen without visual stimuli. "I asked you to tell me, and you have."

And had he ever. Every single woman seemed more interesting than the last. L had crushes on the spy, the thief, the murderer. Each one was more fascinating than the last, and each one of them had been incredibly significant to him. They were unique, important, interesting. Naomi had seemed like a bit of a bitch, but she was good at what she did, and she was intelligent; that was something that Laura did not have. Wedy was skilled and sly, as well as beautiful and rich; that was something that Laura did not have. Misa was easily used, but she was devoted to killing and she was a complex mental puzzle, it seemed; that was something that Laura did not have.

What was Laura Moon in the face of women like that? Moreover, why did she care? Her nose wrinkled slightly as she thought. Why did she care how she stacked up against these women? She then decided that she was more worried about what L would say to people in the future about her. Then there was Laura Moon, she thought. She was a woman who had lead a wretched life, had died for her sins, and had been so horrible that the gods saw fit to make her endure existence after she had seen the great and powerful beyond. During a time when I was trapped in a glass box with numerous other people, she saw fit to elect herself my protector. She was good at it, but she was revolting and frightening. In the dark she was beautiful, but that is only because she passed as human because you didn't have to look directly at her. Her affection for me was somewhat and strangely maternal for a woman who claimed apathy and a complete lack of feeling. I do not believe that it would have worked out, primarily for she is deceased and I am alive.

A hand moved to her forehead, and Laura rubbed her temple roughly. There was no pain there, but some human habits died hard. She assumed, had her brain still worked, that this was one of those moments that would have merited a headache. Why was she thinking such things? Why did she care? Her mind was confused.

"Was there anything else that you wanted to ask me? I enjoy answering your questions, and it is your turn. Two times over, I believe, if I am correct. It allows me to look at my life objectively. I feel that I am learning some things that I never knew simply because I cared too much. Holding it at arms' length is an interesting feeling."

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inmyownworld
2009-05-15 08:13 pm UTC (link)

L felt exactly the same way, all things considered. He and Laura were doing something very similar, in that they were talking about themselves as completely objectively as was possible while considering each other entire people. L seldom felt what he'd call compassion, but Laura evoked something like that in him.

"You really enjoy answering my questions? OK... well... I like questions about favorites, so I will ask you three. What is your favorite film, alcoholic drink, and type of weather?"

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spitandviolets
2009-05-15 08:41 pm UTC (link)

"I do. It forces me to think. It's very easy for me to not think, so your line of questioning forces action within my brain. I'd say that's a good thing, wouldn't you?" She nodded, nudging him slightly. He looked better, and markedly so. She was glad that the Tylenol and caffeine seemed to be helping.

"My favorite film...I would have to say is What Dreams May Come. I absolutely loved Robin Williams in serious roles. He was always so good at making me weep. The idea behind the movie is beautiful, too. That two people could find themselves so in love that one would give up Heaven and go searching in Hell to find the other is incredibly powerful. I always loved Dante's Inferno, too. I think, though, that What Dreams is a better modern take. It's beautiful. Have you ever seen it? I wish that we could watch it together. I haven't watched a movie in...well, since I died."

She failed to see the irony of her favorite movie choice. It never occurred to her that she was Chris and that Shadow was Annie. She probably never would unless it was pointed out to her. At this point, it hardly mattered anyway.

"I loved strawberry daiquiris. They were my favorite. And when I was alive, I adored the hottest days imaginable. They didn't happen that often in Eagle Point, so it was always wonderful and rare. Now, for me, the colder the better. It gives me one less thing to worry about. I died in the winter, and I've made it through one summer; the effects were garish. My decay increases exponentially in hot weather."

Getting up, she smoothed her hand over his forehead. "You keep sipping on that pop. I'm going to go out and try to find some supplies; I haven't gone looking in a few days" She turned, starting to head towards the door, listening keenly in case he said anything. Hearing nothing, she exited, planning on returning later and hoping that he didn't fall asleep. That alarm was infernal.

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