http://theother1412.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] theother1412.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] justonetruth2010-01-29 08:26 pm
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it's in my head, it's in my veins, in my heart and in my lungs~

The laughter is echoing down the hallways, utterly, utterly amused. There are the sounds of a scuffle, of things hitting walls, murmured taunts

--a sharp cry of pain, a young voice crying out.

Silence.

A giggle, and more clearly.

"My win~"

Turn the corner, and there is blood on the walls - not much, a little splatter here and there, decorating the knives sunk into the plaster. A fight has taken place in this narrow corridor. Quick, violent, not enough room to maneuver properly, hits taken on both sides. A white-clad 1412 leans over an unconscious Conan on the floor, his face broken by a grin.

Come and interrupt him, if you dare~

[identity profile] never-returned.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Conan didn't flinch. "A world that should have never been. It's wrong to have a Kaito fall so far," he said. Oh, he knew this was dangerous ground.

He didn't really care.

"Just a demented psycho. Another criminal to stop."

[identity profile] never-returned.livejournal.com 2010-02-02 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Conan smirked. Though...it wasn't quite the usual arrogant smirk. This one looked a bit more...manic. Maybe even hysterical, if one could call someone that calm such a word.

It was a bit obvious this Conan might not quite be all right in the head either. "Oh, not lost. Never lost. You don't like it, 1412? Being called what you are? Demented? Crazy? Insane?"

He was watching that knife though. Stupid in his approach as he might be, he wasn't that stupid.