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Tweak says, "We find the defendent sexy"

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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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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