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| Breakfast in the kitchen wasn't nearly as much fun, now that people seemed to be vanishing left and right. Still, N persevered like a true hero, a small plate full of animal crackers and peanut butter resting on the table in front of him. | |
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| So. Gevanni's place is nice and all, and Near's starting to feel like maybe he can go out again. He's only been able to make quick runs to the kitchen the past two weeks--Gevanni's done it for him until then--but other than that, he's stayed in. Thought. Slept. Build a tower that would rival any other Near's greatest achievement. Put together thirty-eight model trains. Built another tower, slightly less great.
Folded two thousand, three hundred, fifty-seven cranes.
And he looks like hell. But this trip is different. This trip is going to mean something. He's going somewhere other than the kitchen--to find his own room. Gevanni was alright, but N preferred solitude after all those months in the company of others. His bare feet scuff softly against the carpet as he shuffles along the hallway. It's been long enough that he doesn't quite remember the pattern of the mansion shifting about, and so he doesn't quite remember which hallway goes where, and when a tiny urge in the back of his mind tells him to open this door, he doesn't question it. | |
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| It really wasn't his fault.
The kitchen was supposed to be there. Instead, he opened the door, stepped inside to reach for the light, only to find cool stone pressed against his hand where the kitchen light switch was supposed to be. He blinks for a moment--it's dark. Pitch-black, and when did the door close on him? He fumbles back for it, but all he can find are walls--cold, black--once he thought he felt something slimy, and gave a short yell, only to stumble backwards over a rock and fall to the ground, successfully scraping his hands all up.
N doesn't bother getting up for a moment, trying to adjust his eyes to the blackness as he crawls back to where he remembered the door being. Deep breaths, easy--just a room, nothing more.
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| Oh god. He couldn't.... oh god N could barely think straight, the mark on his cheek suddenly much less of an issue than it had been a moment before. He couldn't even look at Mihael, hands pressed to his mouth as he stumbled against the wall in horror, barely managing to stay upright. He was going to be sick. [[ooc: continued from here]] | |
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| Study, and the desire to get himself away from everything that seemed to be going on as of late, dragged N into the library. He didn't mind being alone--as a matter of fact, since Light had dissapeared, he rather enjoyed it.
So, N sits on the floor in the library, stacking books. It's been a rather uneventful day, but the trials of balancing the weight from each book into his tower-in-progress helps to his mind off of what's been going on. He enjoys the solace, enjoys the mental and emotional break it gives him, even enjoys the challenge it offers him--he hasn't been able to just zone out and build in a long time. | |
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| Suppertime, and N is not in a particularly good mood. He sits on the counter in the kitchen, decidedly Mihael-less--while the blonde's attention was loved, it wasn't exactly beneficial to thinking.
He munches on more animal crackers, snapping off the head of the seahorse he was currently holding between his fingers. | |
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He'd left.
He'd actually left.
N restrained a choked sob, because he was not going to cry about this--that was just stupid. But something needed to be done, he needed to be somewhere, somewhere away from people. He needed to--
--fuck, he didn't even know. He had no idea what he was doing, everything just seemed to be so confusing, unreal. He couldn't believe what had just happened, not with Mihael, not with... god. He needed to be somewhere, because stumbling around in the hallway wasn't the best of things for him to be doing. He needed a room--somewhere to hunker down or--or something.
But he didn't know where. Mihael was his only friend, his only... his only anything.
...or was he?
N pauses at the memory of a larger person wrapping comforting arms around him. He hesitates, because it's only a floor off... and he can't be alone, not right now.
He's at Gevanni's door before he knows it, knocking softly with the straightest face he can muster.
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| N is sitting on the bed, paging through a large encyclopedia. He's been staying unnaturally close to this room since he's gotten back--whether or not it's because he still has nightmares of Light blowing his brains out, or if he's just thankful enough to stay close, it's not quite defined. Still. His demeanor could almost even be classified as 'happy', if you knew him well enough.
A small smile perks, just barely hidden in the corner of his mouth, as he flips through another page and scans it quietly.
It really is good to be back. | |
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| N's clothes are still in the dresser. His origami is, untouched, on the desk. There appears to be nothing wrong with his former room--it looks lived in, looks nice, looks like someone should come back from having tea at any moment. But N isn't there anymore. Sometimes, leaving is like that. ( Day 1 )( Day 3 )( Day 6 )( Day 8 )( Day 10 )( Day 12 (L and Light) )</font></div> [[ooc: This is a 'going home' post, and documents N's adventures in his own world, throughout the course of two weeks. Hopefully, I can keep it all straight. Lots of tl;dr. I don't blame you if you don't read it. It is finished as of 10/12/2008]] | |
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