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Who: L Lawliet like_nimrod + OPEN
Where: Marshall Street
When: Evening
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sad and lost detective is sad and lost
the log:
L had found some tattered cloth hanging over a doorway around midnight and wrapped it around himself. It was moth-eaten and worn, barely able to keep out the chill but he kept it slung over his head like a veil, leaving his face in shadow.

He had not slept at all. Instead, he spent the night with his communicator, wandering empty streets and trying to get his bearings. The city had indeed seen better days. Most of the buildings were in ruins, providing little or no shelter. L tried to memorize every wall and every turn, drawing himself a mental map, though he was unsure how well he succeeded in the dark. The farther he went in any cardinal direction the more dread he felt and he found himself turning and backtracking into the heart of the city again, away from the inhuman howls.

There were dogs in the streets at night. Sometimes even during the day, and L had thrown himself into some mud to hide his own scent. That had not saved him from running afoul of one around dusk, however. The beast had appeared lost, it was searching for its pack when it turned a corner and nearly bumped into young the detective. It lashed at him with its jaws and impossible tongue but he had managed to overpower it with Capoeira, sending it flying into edifices with his feet until he successfully crushed its skull.

Now L was on Marshall Street. He knew by the sign. Scratched up from the fight, caked in dry mud and wrapped in a moldy out piece of fabric, he felt ...miserable. Achy. Dirty. He wanted a bath and something to eat, was that so much to ask for?