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paixaorpg2007-03-16 11:08 am
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Entry tags:
"All Hope Abandon...?"
Character(s): Mello, Grimmjow, open to anyone else
Content: Mello arrives and wonders where the heck he is
Setting: Niflheim gates
Time: Late morning
Warnings: Cursing, Death Note spoilers
Mello opened his eyes, wondering when he'd closed them. Last thing he remembered... oh. Right. He extended his arms in front of him, examining them, then looked down. Well, it could have been worse; he could have been stuck wearing that stupid disguise for all of eternity. Funny how corporeal he felt, though, as if these clothes were real, actually worn on a physical body. He hadn't counted on that. It could be a promising sign or a really ominous one; which remained to be seen.
The gate nearby wasn't a surprise; he'd expected something of the kind, though he'd been expecting fire instead of ice. For all the hand closed protectively over the cross of his rosary, the sharp edges felt even through his glove, Mello wasn't a fool and he didn't lie to himself, not about things like this. He knew what he was and knew he deserved no less than hell. He'd known that for a long time, accepted it, refused to be afraid of it, even now that it was here.
As he got in line (lines, what else could you expect in hell?) and looked around, however, he wondered if that were really where he was. It seemed too quiet for that, lacked the aura of foreboding he expected. Maybe it was really true that one who had used the Death Note couldn't go to Heaven or Hell. But if that were the case, where was he? Had all these people really used one? That seemed highly unlikely.
He closed his eyes, remembering: just before he had died... Matt. His hands clenched into fists and he almost wished he could forget. If this were an afterlife, maybe even the only one, he'd find him here, though he wasn't sure what he'd say to him. "Hey, man. Sorry I got you killed" was just fucking ridiculous. Maybe Matt wouldn't even want to see him and Mello wasn't sure he could blame him for that.
Almost before he knew it, he was through the gate. They didn't even make him give his real name. Lousy security, but if this was the afterlife, why would they need it? Not like they'd be leaving and it was entirely likely no one here could die, not again.
Mello fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a chocolate bar, unwrapping it rapidly and thinking how glad he was that it was there. Though he'd have to find a source for more soon enough. For now, he looked around for a place to sit. He wanted to examine this device they'd handed him at the gate and then he had plans to make. Here he was (wherever that might be); what the hell was he going to do now?
Content: Mello arrives and wonders where the heck he is
Setting: Niflheim gates
Time: Late morning
Warnings: Cursing, Death Note spoilers
Mello opened his eyes, wondering when he'd closed them. Last thing he remembered... oh. Right. He extended his arms in front of him, examining them, then looked down. Well, it could have been worse; he could have been stuck wearing that stupid disguise for all of eternity. Funny how corporeal he felt, though, as if these clothes were real, actually worn on a physical body. He hadn't counted on that. It could be a promising sign or a really ominous one; which remained to be seen.
The gate nearby wasn't a surprise; he'd expected something of the kind, though he'd been expecting fire instead of ice. For all the hand closed protectively over the cross of his rosary, the sharp edges felt even through his glove, Mello wasn't a fool and he didn't lie to himself, not about things like this. He knew what he was and knew he deserved no less than hell. He'd known that for a long time, accepted it, refused to be afraid of it, even now that it was here.
As he got in line (lines, what else could you expect in hell?) and looked around, however, he wondered if that were really where he was. It seemed too quiet for that, lacked the aura of foreboding he expected. Maybe it was really true that one who had used the Death Note couldn't go to Heaven or Hell. But if that were the case, where was he? Had all these people really used one? That seemed highly unlikely.
He closed his eyes, remembering: just before he had died... Matt. His hands clenched into fists and he almost wished he could forget. If this were an afterlife, maybe even the only one, he'd find him here, though he wasn't sure what he'd say to him. "Hey, man. Sorry I got you killed" was just fucking ridiculous. Maybe Matt wouldn't even want to see him and Mello wasn't sure he could blame him for that.
Almost before he knew it, he was through the gate. They didn't even make him give his real name. Lousy security, but if this was the afterlife, why would they need it? Not like they'd be leaving and it was entirely likely no one here could die, not again.
Mello fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a chocolate bar, unwrapping it rapidly and thinking how glad he was that it was there. Though he'd have to find a source for more soon enough. For now, he looked around for a place to sit. He wanted to examine this device they'd handed him at the gate and then he had plans to make. Here he was (wherever that might be); what the hell was he going to do now?