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discedo_logs2008-03-14 01:28 pm
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Who: B (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aggressivetop) and L (like_nimrod)
Where: The roof of the high school
When: Mid-afternoon
Rating: PG-13 most likely, may increase
Summary: B finally meets the man he did everything for.
the log:
B had finally found a way up to the roof of the high school after a bit of search, and so now he was perched there, legs folded to his chest and thumb in his mouth. He wasn't yet certain what he was going to do from there. He was starting to feel somewhat hungry (an oddity, given the fact he was dead, but maybe it was part of his punishment) but he had no idea where to get food and he had seen the dogs on the ground a few times now.
Still, even with the hunger and uncertainty and the lingering pain in his arm, he was still overjoyed and happy. After all, he had beaten L now. That was all he had really cared about, anyways. Beyond that, his status didn't matter. He could be in writhing agony and he would still be happy because he had won.
He repeated it aloud to himself. "I have won." The words felt so wonderful on his tongue. Perfect. Wonderful. Victory.
He began to laugh - his natural laugh, the cackle of a god of death - as he contemplated his victory once again.
aggressivetop) and L (like_nimrod)Where: The roof of the high school
When: Mid-afternoon
Rating: PG-13 most likely, may increase
Summary: B finally meets the man he did everything for.
the log:
B had finally found a way up to the roof of the high school after a bit of search, and so now he was perched there, legs folded to his chest and thumb in his mouth. He wasn't yet certain what he was going to do from there. He was starting to feel somewhat hungry (an oddity, given the fact he was dead, but maybe it was part of his punishment) but he had no idea where to get food and he had seen the dogs on the ground a few times now.
Still, even with the hunger and uncertainty and the lingering pain in his arm, he was still overjoyed and happy. After all, he had beaten L now. That was all he had really cared about, anyways. Beyond that, his status didn't matter. He could be in writhing agony and he would still be happy because he had won.
He repeated it aloud to himself. "I have won." The words felt so wonderful on his tongue. Perfect. Wonderful. Victory.
He began to laugh - his natural laugh, the cackle of a god of death - as he contemplated his victory once again.