That's like the tenth time I've lost today.
Where are you? I demand you get on KHV this instant D<
Yeah, but American children can't be exposed to such monstrosities of words in the English language as "Crap" and "Sucks". ... Even though I hear fourth graders cussing more than I do. I haven't watched all of TDI yet. I will eventually.
Yae =D -CaramellDansens with Remmis-
Near as in me? xD
I want o: Wow, this looks like it will take a while. Awesome idea though =D I'll show you a drawing or a pic over MSN if you need it.
OOC: Corrected? Sorry, I'm a grammar freak sometimes. Err... Wouldn't she be going up against other universities or colleges? Aren't they all private schools? xD IC: "You're the first person I've told at this school... I haven't really made any friends here yet, aside from Snake." she responded. Her eyes were slowly fading from sorrow, along with thier color; it had begun fading from the dull green to the seemingly unnatural default deep blue... the color in between the two was noticeably similar to Mello's. "I'd probably better be going.... Thank you for everything..." she said. As she was about to leave the office she saw something very strange... no, that's not the right word. Nor was out of place, but those were the only two phrases to come to mind. "Mello, there seems to be someone here waiting for you..."
-diez- lol fillz
OOC: Mello said in the story that L and Near would not be back for several days, I think it's a bit early seeming as how it's only been a day. About Beyond... I could try. IC: Outside of the university, a young man, around L's age, paced just outside the gate, observing it, trying to find the quickest, most quiet way to get through without being caught. Along the sides of the gate were thin, newly planted bushes; they wouldn't be of any use. Having given up on the front gate, he searched for another method. 'Ah, fuck this,' he thought, walking toward the back and hopping the fence. he then proceeded to walk around to the front of the school, entering without the guard appointed for the very reason of stopping trespassers even noticing. 'That was so easy it was pathetic!' he thought, 'What is L thinking?' He looked around the school for a bit, until he found exactly what he was looking for. An imprint on a door that read simply "L" in an old Gothic lettering. He stood, analyzing the door to it's every last detail, thinking of what he would do next. He was almost certain, for some reason or another, that L wouldn't turn him away, and the only other person who knew of him was that little 'Mello' (Or something along those lines) kid. Oh yeah, and Watari. Being Watari's possibly biggest mistake,he was almost sure if Watari found him, it wasn't going to be good. But, then again, being a serial killer isn't that grand of a thing either, nor is escaping from jail and stalking the man that beat you at your own metaphorical game, or creating a fake student ID for use in stalking said man. There are many more things to list here, but I'm guessing you get the point by now. He reached for the knob to open the door, but something stopped him. he paused and nibbled viciously at his thumbnail, before deciding, "Well, it would seem as though there is some sort of talk going on... Beyond should be a good student and wait out here," he mumbled quietly, sitting in L's trademark position on the floor just outside the principal's office. OOC: I did gud job? Yes/no
-will join next round- I'm back... and ready to be Def Noat'd.
C-c-c-combo breaker! Lolz, there wasn't ever a cintrus in the first place. It was a joke to get cutest couple xD
C-c-c-Combo starter =D
OOC: YOU CALL THAT ROLE-PLAYING?! DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH. >> << -def noat'd-
>> << -pokes tags-
*AHEM* Postage startage. IC: Diary didn't really know what, if anything, to say, so she simply nodded. Her weak smile wasn't fake, but one could still see the sorrow in her now dull green eyes. "Thank you..." she said simply. it was the only thing she could think to say. Bringing the memories back... and having to choose words for them... it hurt almost as much as when it actually happened. Mello was right, though. The pain she felt moments before, keeping it all inside; it had eased, if only a bit.
