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Post by Paddfoot on Feb 25, 2016 2:02:44 GMT
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Post by duchannes on Feb 25, 2016 2:41:27 GMT
Heyy
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 19, 2016 14:04:03 GMT
(1985) L quietly, like a mouse, sneaked through the winter night. His feet were covered in ragged shoes, barely keeping his feet from coming in contact with the frozen ground. He slipped down an alleyway, and came into the amber lamplight of a street lantern on the corner. He looked around, seeing no cars rushing past and a lack of people on the sidewalks. He shivered in his thin jeans long-sleeved white shirt; he was slowly freezing to death. By his calculations, he should be dead by morning if he were to quit moving, so he had to keep traveling if he wasn't to find somewhere to stay the night. The young boy ran across the road and made it to the other side, leaning against the wall of the building. Oh, it was cold. Puffs of air coming from his mouth floated in front of his face, not even warming his nose. He walked on, and glanced up at the unrelenting torrent of snow. The moon shone down upon his pale face, the only true light in the town known as Winchester. He blinked and looked down once more, and forged through the frozen night as chills ran down his spine.
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Post by duchannes on Mar 19, 2016 14:29:24 GMT
Izabel exhaled the cold winter air, a puff of her breath visible in the coldness of the crisp winter. Her dirty boots pressed against the freshly fallen snow as she walked down an alleyway, footfalls gradually growing lighter and quicker. She then paused at the corner of the building, back against the wall as more visible puffs of air came from her. Generally, she wasn't used to the cold weather, such as this, for she was only used to the mild, nearly snow-free (of which snow wasn't unnaturally made by a Caster, of course) South Carolina. Izabel glanced up at the dark sky, both stars and the snow downfall was pockmarking the darkness of the night. Sighing, she turned her glance back forwards, and began walking down the street, mostly pressed against buildings. It wasn't overly crowded at this time of night, though she did hear several noises past the intense snowfall. As her green eyes scanned the streets and buildings, she had to narrow her eyes at the sight of what seemed to be a silouette of a person. Tensing up, she looked more carefully from across the street, and noticed it indeed was someone. Perhaps they already knew she was here? Unsure of her options, of whether to greet them and ask why they're out, or just continue on and try not to get questioned by them, either. If the coldness wasn't numbing her thoughts so much, maybe she wouldn't have slowly drifted away from the wall of building to go and sneak across the street to the other side to go see the person more directly, though had to be careful of not getting caught. After all, if this person were aware of her being there, they surely would have said something, wouldn't they? Rubbing her hands slightly as an attempt of radiating a bit of warmth, she pressed her back against one of the buildings, daring a glance over at the person.
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 19, 2016 14:37:04 GMT
L glanced up from his wanderings and was surprised to see someone walking across the street at an unsteady pace towards him. The notion scared the boy and he started to back away as they leaned against the opposite wall as him around the corner. L shook his head from all of the snow accumulating upon his fluffy, midnight-black hair, and the fluff came off in a shower. He dared a glance around the corner, as the same time did she. L looked back at a girl no older or younger than himself, suffering in the cold, as did he. Unsure of what else to say, L asked timidly, "...a-are you alone, too?"
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Post by duchannes on Mar 19, 2016 14:47:10 GMT
She met his gaze as soon as she had looked over at him, then noticed he was clearly just as cold as she was. Perplexed, she tilted her head, giving him a sideways glance, listening to him when he spoke up. "Yeah," she muttered; though was attempting to keep her voice steady, as though she didn't care if it were cold or not, green eyes averting from his once she continued. "I am alone." Izabel huffed, still lounging her core against the wall of the building, not moving to get a better glance at him nor her surroundings. But she was interested. "What's your name?"
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 19, 2016 15:13:56 GMT
"L," the boy said simply, studying the girl. She was bold, and tried to keep up a tough act. He looked up at the sky once again- the snow was becoming thicker and was coming down in more pronounced thickness. It was just beyond being a blizzard, L observed, shivering. He had read somewhere in a book by Victor Hugo that churches were supposed to let you stay the night... "We should find a church... maybe they'll let us stay there," he suggested, about to continue walking down the street to look for the temple. Then again, at this hour of the night, and depending on what denomination of church it was, there could be nobody there. We should at least try, he thought, sparing a glance over his shoulder, "By the way, what's your name?"
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Post by duchannes on Mar 19, 2016 15:27:21 GMT
"L, huh," she said, echoing his name. Izabel followed his gaze, looking up at the sky too, observing that the snow was easily covering up the dark sky. Turning her gaze back from the sky, she shrugged at his suggestion whilst finally moving away from the wall of the building to slowly approach him. "A church? You think so?" It was worth a shot; though she wasn't particularly fond of looking around for one, unless this boy knew his way fairly well, and in which she didn't. "Yeah, we could try that. You know your way around here well?" She asked, then hesitated at his question. "Izabel." That was generally all someone needed to know; and she wasn't going to give her last name just yet - but she had a feeling he didn't know her family in any sorts.
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 19, 2016 15:48:32 GMT
He cautiously shook his head, "Not really. But it should be around here somewhere, since we're close to the center of town." L held his thumb up to his mouth, chewing on it as he went. It wasn't like he was sucking on it, but it kind of helped him think. He walked on with Izabel, passing by a hospital and a post office, but no church. The snow storm had matured into a strong blizzard, blowing hard gusts of wind and ice crystals at their backs and faces, chilling them to the bone. L's feet and hands were numb, now, and it was getting harder to move his little body. He squinted his eyes against the wind, trying to see the best he could in front of him. He looked over his shoulder again to make sure that the girl was still behind him, and so she was.
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Post by duchannes on Mar 19, 2016 16:45:01 GMT
Izabel nodded her head faintly in agreement without a single word, following after him as they scanned the buildings; but none of them were a church. Not only that, but the snowstorm was progressing over time, the snow now being whipped by the intense uproaring winds. Sighing lightly, she attempted to keep her teeth from chattering, however it was hard to in this weather, so sometimes she just gave up in trying. "I don't t-think we're on to anything," she stated, trying to keep her voice louder than the roaring winds, and exhaled a visible breath. Izabel tilted her head downwards slightly, feigning defeat.
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 19, 2016 16:59:24 GMT
L looked back, wide-eyed. "Come on!" he yelled above the whistling of the wind, grabbing hold of Izabel's little hand in his own. Trudging through the piles of white fluff, the boy led the girl down the street, desperately trying to find somewhere where they would be warm. He was even so desperate as to knock on people's doors, either not getting any answer or getting a negative one, whether it be out of pity or anger. He grimaced, trekking on through the storm. Eventually the children had made their way to a tall, iron fence with crosses on the tops of each stick. There was a large gate, which was open just enough so that the two children could slip through. The metal sign on the outside was covered in ice, but was still readable- Wammy's House, an orphanage.
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Post by duchannes on Mar 19, 2016 17:07:07 GMT
Izabel just sighed as a response as the two were back on the street looking around for someplace they could stay warm, until they had came across the large, open gate. She squinted to read the sign through both the ice and the snowfall, until she had finally made out the words on it. She turned to look at L, wondering what he was thinking about this place, too. The Caster inched through the small opening of the gate, awaiting L to come through. This might been their only chance, after all.
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 19, 2016 17:34:45 GMT
Looking up at the huge mansion-looking building up ahead, L finally made up his mind, still not trusting the place, but going through the gate anyways. He walked with Izabel to the front door, which was three times the height of each child. L saw a knocker, but it was too high for the boy to reach. Instead, he banged his shoulder on the wood, not seeing a doorbell anywhere. It took a while for anything to happen, so he knocked harder, until it hurt. Soon the door opened to reveal an old, silver-haired man with a mustache and glasses. He had a kind face and sparkling eyes. With one look, he ushered the children in and shut the door securely behind them so that no more cold air could leak through. He turned to the two, "Come on, we'll sort things out in the morning." He led the children to a sitting room. "I'll make a couple of beds for you. Here, sit by the hearth," he said, turning to get things prepared. L was starting to feel warm again, and he eagerly took his shoes off, rubbing his cold feet. Soon, the old man came back. "Are you both hungry? I've made a couple of sandwiches..." L reached for one of the morsels on the plate and quickly ate it, his stomach feeling full for once.
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Post by duchannes on Mar 19, 2016 17:42:48 GMT
Hesitantly at first, she stepped inside of the building, eyeing the man with caution before feeling even somewhat safe; though she didn't let her guard down by any means. Izabel took in her surroundings, and felt the warmth envelop her once again; which was a much distant feeling from the one outside. Again, unsure of the man and his offer, she hesitantly picked one of the sandwiches up and began eating it. Nonetheless of her hesitancy, she was curious on whom this man was, and it was easily shown through her green eyes, which were radiating a sort of warm feeling again (perhaps not as much as a Light Caster's eyes literally would be, but more like a vibe.) "Who are you?" She finally asked after finishing eating, gazing up at the man.
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 19, 2016 17:56:29 GMT
"I am Watari," the man introduced himself. "And who might you two be?" L was still cautious of the man, unsure whether to trust him, even with his good deeds. "L," the boy responded curtly. Watari nodded, turning to the girl as he set down the plate on a little side table next to a couple of chairs. L glanced towards Izabel, not sure if she herself trusted Watari.
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