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Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-11 20:29:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 10, l lawliet, laura moon, location: gym

Who: Laura Moon and L Lawliet
What: Finding something very important that she allowed to get lost.
Where: The Gym / Makeshift Rundown Hospital
When: Around 10:00pm
Rating: TBD
Status: Active

Laura had been searching for L ever since she had made it out of the scraps of wood and concrete and metal that had once been the liquor store. It had been a very, very bad day. It hadn't started terribly, but it had sharply taken a turn for the worst. The worst part of it was that, once again, she was not by L's side in the face of danger. She'd failed, yet again.

With the ability to identify human beings by the light of their souls, it was not difficult to find him. There had been a few moments, though, while she was looking for him, burning like a torch in the darkness, when she was very worried that his light would be nowhere to be found. She should have gone with him, should have talked to him more about Light. After all, a dead woman was not enough to keep an intelligent, moody, fragile man in the world. Surely he had gone to off himself, she realized in hindsight; if he hadn't, he probably wasn't avoiding his death. Still, she had found him, theoretically. He was getting to be like Shadow. Someone could have thrown Laura into the ocean, weighed her down so she sank to the bottom, and blindfolded her, and she still would have made her way to him. So a little thing like an earthquake was definitely not enough to keep her away.

It was sometime in the early afternoon when she'd found him, but he was surrounded by people. Part of her was glad for that. She'd always said that he needed to get out more, that he needed to be with living people. The pit of her stomach, though, felt icy, like the emptiness was spreading, when she saw Merope with him. He'd reacted more kindly to her than to Laura herself when they'd found Light. Who was she to him? Laura found her startlingly creepy for a human being. Not wanting to reunite with him in front of a large crowd, she had stuck to the shadows, watching. He was amazing to watch, like her own personal ant farm. From where she was, she could only tell that he was hurt, not well. The details were lost in the distance. She had to get to him, but she had the patience to wait.

Once pitch black had set in and most people had allowed themselves to rest, Laura had slipped soundlessly into the gym. She had gone wholly unnoticed, and she'd slipped silently onto a seat beside the bed in which her detective was sleeping. Looking down at him, only a silhouette in the night, she couldn't help but give a sad, hopeful smile. He was alive. Barely, but alive.

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inmyownworld
2009-06-11 08:06 pm UTC (link)

It had been a difficult day. Following the earthquake and being discovered by Jean (a man he owed generously, L was starting to realize) he had been taken to the gym and, though he didn't remember the details, helped. The shovel had been removed from his side, and the crescent-shaped wound had been cleaned of dirt and gravel and stitched closed. Though it had been doused in antiseptic, infection was still a worry, but not L's greatest one. He had lost a lot of blood due to internal and external bleeding, and his pallor and weakness were revealing of that fact. He had been drugged substantially and left to sleep on a cot while the available doctors continued to spread themselves more thinly.

It was dark now, and though the gym was filled with occasional quiet moans, it was still and quiet compared with the earlier mayhem. L himself had contributed to the cries of pain and fear in this crowded, fast-paced place. He opened his eyes slowly, waking from his morphine-induced haze, and sat (half) bolt upright when he remembered that, to his knowledge, Laura had not been found. His heart leapt in relief when he saw her sitting next to him, looking terrible, but still the most beautiful woman in the world, in L's mind.

Now Merope wouldn't have to tell Laura for him.

"I love you. I love you. I love you..."

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spitandviolets
2009-06-11 08:22 pm UTC (link)

The light was not good, so to say that she looked terrible was an understatement. She'd been so obsessed with the idea of finding him that she'd all but completely neglected taking care of her own form. When she leaned closer, the dim light caught the sheen of the edge of the glass shard in her eye. She had brushed most of the glass out of her arms, but some remained. Her arm was off, not even a dull stump hanging from the right side of her body, and there was a large, metal spike sticking out from her chest. Her clothing was hanging off of her frame, making her look like a zombie in a movie, and pieces of flesh hung off as well, giving a grotesque look into her insides. Most notably, there was a chunk of flesh missing from her left side. She'd been unable to pull the pole from the bean out of herself forwards or backwards, so she'd taken herself off sideways. The area between the bottom of her ribcage and the top of her hip was nearly completely missing. Reaching out, she touched him carefully on the cheek with the tips of the fingers on her left hand.

"Hi, Rabbit," she said softly, her voice still dull and distant as ever.

If Laura was still the most beautiful woman in the world, L's mind needed a thorough washing. She hadn't looked at herself yet, but she knew that she did not look good. That was part of the reason that she'd stayed away from people. The last thing they needed was people thinking that they were under zombie attack.

No one had ever greeted her like that before. Her fingers, which had been moving back and forth over his soft cheek, stopped, and she gazed across the darkness at him. "I'm glad you're alive. I was almost certain that you were dead, either before or after the earthquake." She paused. "I've been failing you an awful lot lately, haven't I? I'm sorry. For someone who feels so protective of you, I'm doing a rotten job." She inched closer. When she moved, formaldehyde dropped onto the ground like rain from one of the holes in her body.

Her dark eyes looked into his face. Her hand moved to his, touching it lightly. She was so scared of hurting him, that there was glass in her body that might harm him. "I...I love you too, L," she said. She hadn't been able to say it three days ago, but today she was sure that it was true. Sarah was right.