[ for she's lived it ten times or more ]

and what have i got? why am i alive anyway?

what have i got nobody can take away?

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[ by her long cool stare and her silence
siafukira
As usual, Light is sitting in the kitchen, with a plate and a journal before him. Not quite as usually, he's neglecting both of them. He stares through the paper like he doesn't see it, and he's letting the little mound of cabbage cool.

What's wrong with him today? - well, he knows what's wrong with him, and he doesn't like it.
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seduction style quiz redux
[ the blood and feathers near her feet
siafukira
Have I done this for all of them, now?
Libby insisted. He still doesn't want any, thoughCollapse )
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[ooc] because I never get to use this icon
[ and no the loneliness won't break us
siafukira
So, what do you think? How would you have done this differently? Do all AUs suck? Let's talk.

Screened, anon, etc.
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I watched him struggle with the sea, I knew that he was drowning
[ we couldn't wait to get outside
siafukira
I will stand upon the shore with a clean heart and my song in the windCollapse )
[[OOC: For nardaviel. It's possibly a bit pointless and creepy-incoherent and NOT AT ALL CHEERING, orz, but it happened and so you may have it.]]

the first night in the attic was a horror Sara never forgot
[ you are nothing but a doll
siafukira
18-year-old anty is a go. aww. -_-Collapse )
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[chat] anty psychology 101
[ by her long cool stare and her silence
siafukira
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[private]
[ it's a godawful small affair ]
siafukira
[Light shrugs, leaning back against the counter.]

I grew up in Japan. Tokyo. I'm probably not supposed to tell you that, either.

[[OOC: private to stripesandheels. continued from here.]]
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[private]
[ a cold eye stares as the axe rises
siafukira
With Sayu long gone, Light is progressing down the corridor, checking doors. Most are open, like his backpack - though the flap's draped over the top. Occasionally one is locked, like the one he comes to now; crouching down, he removes the pack, produces a small torch and shines it into the keyhole.

[[OOC: private to righteous_pen.]]
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[private]
[ we couldn't wait to get outside
siafukira
It's been almost three weeks. Light is settling in.

He's cleaner than he was, differently dressed in loose, fleecy clothes - a brown sweater beneath a blue hooded jacket; he feels the cold. His hair's rough and a little frizzy, and stands out around his thin face in an unenthusiastic halo; the raw, cracked skin on his hands has calmed down a little, and now they're just spotted with pink weals, over the knuckles and along the edges. The sword's still slung at his side, but it's out of sight.

The small bowl he's slowly making his way through is mostly soup, with rice submerged beneath it and some green onion sliced on top. There's a complicated-looking giant purple book open on the table in front of him.

The quiet luxury all around him feels less uncanny than it did, but it's still bad enough. It's as if he's dead.

[[OOC: private to chilichoc.]]
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[private]
[ we couldn't wait to get outside
siafukira
The capital of the Japanese Autonomous Oblast is a sprawling city of not quite a million people - and almost all of it is tents. Everyone in it knows how important it is never to be cornered, to have as many exits available as you can find, or make. June is shading into cool, melting subarctic summer, and along with the endless mosquitoes - at least it's not a malaria zone - the siafu are threatening to emerge. Time to wait out the warmer months and wait to see if this year will be the time they're finally overrun. Whether they'll come out of some hitherto overlooked enclave, or out of the ocean that surrounds Kamchatka on three sides, from the shallow bay that faces on to the camp in the far distance.
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[[OOC: private to smallpackaging.]]

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