Chromaggia {Mera und Mei}

[Mei]

• • • L sighed, and briefly ran a hand through his hair, before turning back to the computer, sitting in his own unique way. Trays and trays and plates of sweets and cakes were heaped off onto one side - strawberries, chocolate, strawberry shortcake, cheesecake, marshmallows, and hard candies. There was a marshmallow tower in front of the detective as he browsed through the documents and files on his computer screen. Methodically, the man began to add another marshmallow on top of it - followed by another, and another. . .Until it finally toppled, gravity and the displacement finally taking hold, physics working against him. L sighed, and finally leaned back in his chair, tired.
      
      Being here at the Whammy house could be so. . .exhausting.
      
      Especially with the whole constant competition between Mello and Near. . . Well, more so that Mello had some sort of competition against Near, for some reason - and the blonde also had a habit of consuming most of his chocolate as well. L gave another deep sigh - thank goodness he wasn't the only one who took care of the many teens that now lived in the Whammy house. Just imagining what it would be like with only him was. . .
      
      Madness.
      
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      Yvan didn't have an particular interest in being here, at the Whammy house - and yet, here was anyway. Ah well - he could have as many sweets as his stomach could handle, and he could just spend all day with brainteasers and thought experiments if he so wished. It was, frankly, a much better existence than being in an orphanage.
      
      The dark-haired teen flopped back against the arm of the couch, legs extended to the other end and hanging off of the opposite arm, a book of brainteasers in one hand, a pen in the other. No doubt Mello would be attempting to beat Near in some sort of ridiculous competition, and when he came in second. . .The chocolate-obsessed blonde would be coming to him to complain about it. Ah well, he had no problem listening, so long as it didn't interfere with his brainteasers. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]

 

[Mera1506]

Alana had been an orphan around the same time as L. She had found her own job as P.I. Ranking number four on the list of best P.I.s in the world she had done fairly well. Almost no one knew that the numbers two and three were L's aliasses. Although her name started with an A that was not the letter she worked under. No she'd tried to find something catchy and had come up with JT. It had no particular meaning. Not to her real birth name, nor the name she received at Wammy's, Alana. Growing up around L had, had its effect on her. She had a list of strange habits and although not as much an insomniac as L she only slept about two to three hours a night.

She had recently finished such an odd case it had made her head spin. She stood about 5'4ft tall. She had long straight jet black hair that she usually worn in a braid that reached to her waist. Her skin was quite pale and she had almoShe took good care of herself and her motto was a healthy mind in a healthy body and worked out between 90 and 120 minutes a day. If she wasn't sleeping or working out she was usually working, on a case or helping in the orphanage. She dressed in baggy dark blue jeans an off white dress shirt and a pair of slippers mostly, wearing sneakers outside.

It was sort of strange that both L and her worked from the same building solving different cases, but on the other side she was glad to keep her childhood friend close. Although she wasn't sure what L thought about her. But he'd always been the only one who understood her completely. Probably because he was aa smart as she was. She knocked on his door, wondering how busy L was. How many cases was he working this time?


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Mello of course had been beaten by Near,....again. The blond teen growled and stormed out of the room. It was time to get some chocolate and walked to the kitchen where they stored it and took a few bars before storming to the room his friend lived in. He knocked on the door loudly. Damn you Near, why do you always have to beat me, why do you always need to have the last word and most of all why do you ahve to be so god damn annoying? Mello thought to himself.

Mello was clad in his usual rather sexy black leather outfit. The cross was hanging around his neck as he bit off a piece of chocolate. That was good. There was nothing better then some chocolate after dealing with Near. He smiled as he chewed and waited for the door to open or any sign that said he could come in.