painter

{ indie linda from death note rp blog }

[mxil]

          A familiar face, was something              that he was not used to, & When              green optics set their gaze upon              her; Linda, the girl that he had not              seen since his time at Wammy’s,              he froze, not really knowing what to              say, as words could not summarize              what he was feeling at that moment.

           ❛ — Linda? What                         the  h e l l – ❜                        He was n o t                        expecting this.

[peintrc]

          She isn’t quite sure what to tell him with           his reaction, she just shrugs a little. Her               grimy shirt moving with her. She doesn’t              look so hot; living on the streets does nothing              for a person, the already tiny girl has just gotten              smaller, and she’s covered in dirt and sweat.

          ❛ Nice to see you too, Matty.  ❜

[precxptor]

peintrc began following you. 

[precxptor]

          “ Linda, while I am ineptly proud of your latest masterpiece, was it really necessary to mash up the tomatoes for the perfect shade of red? “ 

[peintrc]

        “ I just needed a little bit. Matty’s hair isn’t the acrylic color we bought. I needed the perfect red. “

[peintrc]

                           justiceforged

“Excuse me---”

Last thing she remembers she was asleep on a park bench; now she’s where ever this place is. Sure she hadn’t eaten in a few days but she wasn’t starving. And she hadn’t taken anything from a stranger so she certainly wasn’t drugged. So what is this place? 

“Do you know where we are?”

[thedeathnotebook]

羽賀蛍 

[peintrc]

i feel like if linda had decided to follow in the crime related career style she probably would have ended up as a forensic graphologist ( the study of handwriting especially that found in ransom notes, poison pen letters or blackmail demands.)

[bangbangvideogames-blog]

It’d be stupid to deny it and part of him knows that. Everyone can see it, probably, even when nothing’s happened between them – Matt looks at Linda and tries to come up with something to say that won’t sound like he’s denying something as obvious as the color of his hair.

“—Who says I’m in love with him?”

It’s not an outright denial, but it’s a denial nonetheless. Matt’s been trying to hide from his own feelings on this subject for years. But it’s difficult when it’s dark out and he wishes he were back in the room they used to share, wishes he could near Mello’s light snoring or the sound of a chocolate wrapper crinkling softly in the darkness. It’s hard when Mello’s the only person he’s ever wanted to be around.

“Why do you think I am?”

[peintrc]

“Because you are. Your entire face lights up when you talk about him, you used to look at each other like the moon and sun. I just want to know what it’s like, I’m not going to judge you for loving him or anything.”

It’s okay, Matt. You shouldn’t be shy about it. She’s in love  with you. Though she’s not quite sure. She doesn’t know if she does, she’s hoping the love she holds for him is just confusion. People with bad childhoods can mix up platonic and romantic love so easily. She’s just praying that this is what that is.

“I’m an artist. I know what every emotion looks like, Matty.”

[peintrc]

                             bangbangvideogames

“----What’s it like?”

She pauses for a moment to realize and rethink what she’s asking. Is Matt the best person to ask? Is that what’s really between Matt and Mello? Or is it something else? Has Matt just latched himself to Mello? Who knows.

“Being in love with your best friend, I mean.”

[peintrc]

                                     mihxel

Holy shit. Is that Mel? Well there’s no time to duck behind anywhere, and she doesn’t think with her attire she could pass for a non starving artist type. So she can only hope he just doesn’t turn around and see her, because that would prove young him right that artists don’t really get anywhere. Just don’t turn around, don’t turn around, don’t turn--.

“Hi.”

[peintrc]

                                 mxil

she must be psychic. because she’s literally in  the midst of drawing the boy she hasn’t seen in ages when he’s right there across the street. so this is her opportunity to drag herself up off the bench she was residing on, and slept on the night previous, to wander across the street. tapping him very lightly on the shoulder. 

“----hey firetruck.”

[peintrc]

                                belongdead

Don’t mind her; she hasn’t eaten in a few days is  all. She’s starving, and as soon as she’s snagged  enough cash to eat she’s stuffing her face at a buffet. She’s got three more plates sitting on the table, and a slushee. Starving artist isn’t her favorite trope.

[peintrc]

                                         bangbangvideogames || continued from { x }

“Y’know, you’re all I have. No family, no friends. No home. I know how you feel about Mello, but I’ve got nothing. You’re  the first person that’s half decent I came across in the past five years.”

Linda’s holding it all in, trying to keep her complete composure, but it’s not really working. The price they paid for stay here with her friend is weighing her down. And all she needs is Matt.

“Lie if you have to; but just tell me you won’t leave.”

[bangbangvideogames-blog]

“Okay, but—”

He motions half-heartedly to where they are. Matt hadn’t expected to see her just… out and about like this. Since she left Wammy’s, he hasn’t heard much from her at all, and he wonders if she’s just as surprised to see him.

(She’s still clinging to her memories of there, he notices. He does his best to grind them into the dirt.)

“…I didn’t expect to see you again, ‘s all.”

[peintrc]

“I didn’t expect to see you again either but I’m still glad I did.”

Her pieces are going for a hundred yen a pop, needless to say she hasn’t earned that much, but she could probably eat decently for a few meals. She just scoots art away, offering him a place beside her. She’s missed him. Worried about how him, Near and Mello had been. 

“Stay? Just for a few minutes?”

[justiceforgedarchive]

         “Disappointed?” Even through the distortion of          the filter, he sounds almost—taken aback. As          if the very idea that he might be disappointed           in her is inexplicable to him.

         “The great detective L—that is who I am. It is          not who you are.” He knows the purpose of the          school, of course. But for all his affection and          gratitude for the man who had raised him—he          remembers A, and B, and every other child who          had gone off the tracks because of this.

         “You are Linda, and Linda should decide who          she is and what she wants to do.”

[peintrc]

           She’s almost amazed, at the thought that she hadn’t            simply disappointed him; upset him because she doesn’t            feel like detective work is a field she’ll do very well in.             Because despite having potential, she lets her grades            suffer, and focuses more on art. “Mello says art will            get me no where in life.”

          “He said that I can’t just paint pictures and sketch            strangers and to expect to get somewhere in life.”            Of course, Mello had a bit of a mean streak.             Especially with Linda’s school girl crush on Matt.

          “You don’t think he’s right, do you?”

[peintrc]

                              justiceforged

            “Are you disappointed? That I don’t want to follow              in your footsteps like everyone else does? I mean,              what you and everyone does is great but it’s not...              me. I hope you aren’t upset. I just don’t see a future in              what you do.”

[bangbangvideogames-blog]

To say he’s startled is an understatement. There’s only a handful of people who’ve ever called him Matty – usually, these days, he goes by aliases, Marcus or Jamie or Kyle, whatever suits him best at any given moment. No one calls him Matt anymore, and certainly no one calls him Matty.

Except the familiar face currently looking at him from beside a makeshift art display.

“Linda?” What the fuck. “–What the hell are you doing here?”

[peintrc]

“Selling art, silly.”

And you know, sleeping here. Smile pulled across her face  isn’t quite fully genuine, but she doesn’t want to just bring  him down. Just playing with the pencil in hand, the art was mostly still life; but there’s a few familiar faces amongst them. Matt’s. Mello’s. Near’s. Even Rodger.

[peintrc]

                              divinelyrotten

“I really hate to ask but can you spare like thirty  yen? I would completely understand if the answer was no.” She’s just so close to buying a burger at McDonald’s, and she’d prefer to eat tonight if possible.

[peintrc]

                      bangbangvideogames

Okay so perhaps selling her art at a Saturday market when she doesn’t have a permit isn’t the best of the ideas but either way she’s still here, and she always says that things happen  for a reason. Well there’s a damn good one standing in front of  her on the street corner.

“---Mattie?”