{&}Had Enough?{&}

[LMN]

There isn't much to be said about this other than the fact it's heavily Death Note influenced. Mind you, this doesn't contain any Death Note characters or anything. It does, however, hold many idea that Death Note has. Ami got mad at me for doing this because she had seen the series. I feel comfortable with doing it here because none of you has ever seen the series, so it'll be a lot less cheesy and lot more suspenseful, what have you. =]

Okay, so I'll start off by saying that I have an idea for the plot so if I seem in control dont get mad. >o< I just know what Im doing. Still, much freedom can be exercise in this rp so do whatever you want I guess. Just dont act stupid and we should be fine. =]

[LMN]

Silence meant nothing. To be honest, it was welcoming, more than anything. When one's mind is focusing on which depressing thoughts that would typically disgust any average human, silence was a treat. A treat to be enjoyed and a treat to be used as a tool. A tool for sorting out the vulgar masses of thoughts, trying to make sense of what made no sense at all, and what probably could only make sense, if possible, to the person attempting to sort them out. Silence had many other uses, however, those were the most resourceful.

Loose textile hung freely from the shoulders, exposing fair toned flesh. Below the striped linen came hip hugging fabric, loosening it's grip as it rolled itself down those slender legs. Platinum leather held a grip from an inch below the knee, carrying all the way down. On top these components donned a dull coat, aimed more for eye candy than anything else. All these elements combined created one thing, and that was a particular fashion, which was held in high regards.

The owner of said items, the being that was was currently being decorated with such things, sat in the useful silence, merely gazing out the window and into the dull gray that awaited him beyond the glass of this beverage cafe.

[Hanny]

He relished in the relief from work, a light shirt covering his body, he seemed ion a much better mood than he had ben the day before while talking to...her. Now, not having work to do, or people bugging him, he smiled slightly, his jacket rippling slightly as he walked. 'Where IS that boy?' he wondered, not exactly sure why he evn cared, it was his day off after all, he should enjoy himself.


"Yes, don't you worry about a thing, little hideous child, I'll make it all better" a figure in the tree sneered, an evil grin played across her lips, "yes, take care of everything." nobody was quite sure exactl what she was planning, though.

[LMN]

The noise of the crowd was begining to penetrate the silence. Fayt had to move. Picking up his cup, piled to the top of sugar cubes, and briskly dropped a couple bills on the table [o.o tip! for me!] and exited the shoppe. The weather could be called beautiful. Well, that was, in Fayt's opinion. Rain threatened to pour from the clouds, casting a shadow across all the city, and beyong. A slight wind carried itself across the landscape. Today would be the perfect day to do his job. With this being thought of, he headed off, down the street.

[Hanny]

Shane was growing impatiant, "WHERE THE HELL IS HE?"he screamed to no one in particular. Adam nearly fell from her perch as a resuly, but luckily didn't, she didn't want to even think about what would happen if she failed to get the information needed, let alone if she was found out. Shane looked up thinking he heard something, but shrugged it off thinking he must've imagined it.

[LMN]

The clicking and buzzing of electronics consumed the dark room. A young man in sat lazily in his hair, paying no mind to the material whizzing past him on the various computer screens. His thick black glasses had dropped down a half a centimeter or so, due to his mindless staring down at the keyboard.

They still hadn't been able to pin it on Fayt. After all this time, there was no evidence that he was the one killing all those people. And how could there be? He had an alibi, and there was no prints or evidence at the crime scenes that made him the one doing them. Everything seemed useless. How long had they been trying to do this? And Destiny seemed to dead set on things, too...

A beep was heard, signaling the completion of the task it was just preforming. Bringing himself up, he rose. Once again, like he had been for the past months, he had acquired the data, and would now print it or save it or something. He could really use Whisper and Destiny in here, now.