InsaneJournal

Who: Laura Moon, George Lass, L Lawliet, Merope Gaunt, River Tam
What: Finding odd swag and some...body.
When: Day 9, Dawn
Where: Clock Tower
Rating: TBD, but let's start with a PG-13 for the gore of body finding
Status: Active


The Night Watch was the last thing she had wanted to do that night. After the way she'd spent the previous night, she would much rather have been at home. Worse was the fact that she could sense the temperature rising over night due to the melting of the snow; the cool spell and the snow had not lasted, and warmer weather would mean problems for herself. Even worse than that was that she had not kept her promise to L by returning to him. She had popped back into the shop for only a few moments after her meeting with Sarah, and he had not been around when she was there. The Watch was necessary, so she had headed out to patrol her area. After all, protecting everyone included protecting L, and it was the least she could offer the community as a whole. A quick glance at her journal had revealed that there was all manner of insanity going on, and vigilance was necessary. People could be not what they seemed.

In the eastern sky, or what she assumed was the eastern sky since that was where the sun came from, the sun was rising. It was like some sort of nasty fireball to her. She could not feel its rays, but she could see them, and it taunted her. It promised that the day would increase the rate of decay or her body ever so slightly. She did have Norn water in reserve, but she did not want to use it until it was necessary. Things would be getting a bit nastier before they got better. And there wasn't any promise that what she assumed to be Norn water really was. It might have been a cruel, mocking part of the experiment. She would not put it past them.

She was almost on top of the clock tower, turning towards the drug store that she called home with...L...when she noticed the pile of objects at its base. She had approached from the back, and if she hadn't been on alert from a night of successful watch, she would have missed the items completely. It was a small pile, not like it was lumber or anything, but they were clearly personal effects of some sort.

Curious as to what the items were, and if they belonged to anyone, she knelt down. She began sifting through the items. Misa? Who was Misa? And why would anyone want to advertise that they'd had a mindfuck? Then again, they were perfectly good t-shirts. Perhaps she should take one for L. She'd think about it. She passed over the wrist strap and postcard, as well as the bells. The DVDs didn't seem like they'd do anyone any good, either, though she remembered liking Full Metal Jacket at one point or another. A Bible was something that she had absolutely no use for, and two was doubly useless. The lemons, though, that was something like what she'd been looking for when she went for food for L. She remembered sailors eating citrus. She didn't know what they did, but they sounded good. She stuffed two into the pocket of her hoodie.

It was the teddy bear that caught her attention. Laura liked things that were soft, and the bear was. The fact that Logan's name was stitched into the belly was even funnier. Arching a brow, she looked into its face, moving its arms around. "So, Logan," she said. It had been a long night, and she had not spoke to anyone since Sarah the previous day. "What do you make of all this mess?"