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Post by Mello on Aug 8, 2008 7:24:28 GMT -5
Mello revved up the speed to as fast as he could rationally go, and then a little bit more. He was choosing roads at random now, trying not to let them know the direction in which he was going.
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Post by Mikami on Aug 8, 2008 7:28:42 GMT -5
Mikami got a little frustrated, he had nothing to do.
"You can go now you know!" he shouted at Ryuk.
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Post by Mello on Aug 8, 2008 7:39:30 GMT -5
Eventually Mello reached his destination. He parked the bike, looped a chain over and even left the bike helmet on the seat. As an afterthought, he grabbed the bag of chocolate and Matt's cigarettes. He pulled up his hood, and yanked his bandana over his mouth, finishing it off with a pair of sunglasses so hardly any of his face was on show. Then he slipped off into the crummy pub to watch. As he'd said earlier, it wasn't safe to leave a vehicle in this neighbourhood for long. He'd just ordered his drink when a man sidled over to the bike, cutting cleanly through the chain securing it to a lamp post, and jamming the helmet on his head. The thief sped away, and it wasn't long before the police cars raced along the street in pursuit.
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Post by Mikami on Aug 8, 2008 7:48:53 GMT -5
Mikami was bored of waiting wen he got a call from the police. He rushed over to where the police said the biker was, and looked at the man's face. "Perfect, thankyou officers." He said simply and drove back home again. He smiled to himself and quickly wrote his name down in the death note.
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Post by Mello on Aug 8, 2008 7:59:15 GMT -5
Mello finished up his drink, and then walked outside. He sighed; he'd need a new motorbike now. He couldn't believe that guy had made him give up his new bike... he'd only had it for a week. Now he had to walk home as well. Christ, he wanted that prosecutor dead right now. He wished he'd hit him a hell of a lot harder. Still, he'd won.
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Post by Mikami on Aug 8, 2008 9:10:11 GMT -5
Mikami was glad, he'd finally won against the biker. But a thought crept thinking into his head, he wondered whether that was the same man. Never mind, he thought, if it wasn't it was most liekly a sleazebag anyway. So in a way he'd won.
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