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Entry tags:
- a,
- jezz jaelre,
- l,
- mail jeevas,
- mello,
- naomi misora,
- rp,
- ryuk
::Open RP - A's Garden::
It was a lovely day, really.
Even if the weather had been less than ideal, A would have gone to the garden. The plants needed to be tended, after all, and right now he's kneeling by the catnip bed, pulling out the few weeds that have dared to encroach on his territories.
Now that he has a computer with an internet connection, A is Discovering music, and he's singing, very badly, as he weeds.
"Everyday seems a little longer
Every way love's a little stronger
Come what may
Do you ever long for, true love from me"
He can't carry a tune, but there's an odd hiccuping tone to his voice that's a clear attempt to mimic Buddy Holly.
Even if the weather had been less than ideal, A would have gone to the garden. The plants needed to be tended, after all, and right now he's kneeling by the catnip bed, pulling out the few weeds that have dared to encroach on his territories.
Now that he has a computer with an internet connection, A is Discovering music, and he's singing, very badly, as he weeds.
"Everyday seems a little longer
Every way love's a little stronger
Come what may
Do you ever long for, true love from me"
He can't carry a tune, but there's an odd hiccuping tone to his voice that's a clear attempt to mimic Buddy Holly.
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"Ah. That... kinda makes sense." He reaches to pull out a cigarette. "A's a little bit - devoted? - to L."
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"His... name. Is, or was, he another candidate?"
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He shrugs and lights his cigarette. "Want one?"
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It wasn't so much surprise (there was certainly precedent, after all) as a certain sickness at the idea. He wasn't quite as young as the boy she hadn't shot, or as the girl B killed in Los Angeles (And wouldn't dying as a substitute be a horrible way for a child that age to go, so brazen, so brazen) but still, the thought of it...
"Oh... no thanks."
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He thinks of A positioning B's arms on the pieces of board, and B's maimed hands.
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She didn't know the particulars of that but she knew A had seen B begging, that he'd "struck back" as Jezz had put it, and that... "B was missing two fingers when I saw him in the Sorting Room. That was...?"
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"Yeah. That was A. You can sit, you know," he adds. "I feel like I should offer tea or something, but I don't drink it. And you don't really seem like a raw-sugar-cube sort of person."
He tries to keep some around.
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She wondered privately if they even took House points for stabbings.
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He shifts on the bed as Koopa comes to curl up beside him.
"The smartest thing to do would probably be to leave."
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Simple as that, really.
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For her it wasn't so much a matter of something here as not much to compete out there. She'd said once that with Raye gone she had nothing to lose, and that remained largely true.
And knowing what she did she couldn't help but speculate if one day she might find Raye standing, befuddled, in the Sorting Room. Low chances of that, to be sure, but there had already been clusters as with L and his associates, the Yagamis father and son...
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"You worked together, right?"
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"On the one case, yes."
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Matt didn't follow it, not really. He was making a point of it at the time; which was dumb, considering no one cared.
"I don't know much about it."
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Naomi had had cause to remember it anew over the past weeks.
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He shrugs.
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She wouldn't want to assume too much, let alone talk down to him (
"It stands for Los Angeles BB Murder Cases. And it involved me, and L, and B. And people died").no subject
He could easily figure out more, if he tried, but he'd rather just hear the truth of it from Naomi.
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"He was calling himself Rue Ryuzaki at the time."
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Well. Maybe the hiding under beds part. Matt shudders, and lights another cigarette as soon as he finishes the first.
"How did he explain that? Just say he was investigating?"
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She explained then how in retrospect he had impersonated L, though one would only be aware of this if they'd seen the real one - the posture, the sitting position, the preoccupation with sweets. Then the "uncovering" of the clues he'd planted, the random attack, etc. All up to the day they'd been waiting in apartments nine floors apart. Then how he'd let slip the knowledge she knew capoeira, and how that had fit in to send her running down nine flights of stairs to 404 -
"Then I put him out and arrested him."
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