Samples; First Person Sample: [Mello thought about using text since he is far too paranoid to allow others to see his face or recognize his voice. Yet, due to the situation he is currently in, he has no other choice but to use Voice, in hopes he’d find an ally (or an enemy). He puts the device down as he speaks]
I’m not going to bother to repeat what everyone else is saying. It gets boring, after a while. [he is angry too, though. It’s obvious by the tone of voice.] And there are other things to worry about right now, than to listen to all of you bitching because someone brought you here and called you fictional. So do all of us a favor and think beyond the box.
We are outnumbered. [there is a sound; if anyone is used to guns will understand that Mello is loading his weapon] And if we want to stay alive and not turn into one of them like it happens in zombie clichés, we are better off working together. [he has a gun, but he knows he is doesn’t have the advantage and bullets aren’t infinite. He can’t live through this alone, as much as he’d like to believe so]
So let’s do a roll call. Who is civilian and who is military or has any sort of advantage when it comes to fight these things? Any special skills or medical experience? Who has means to defend themselves and who doesn’t? [he doesn’t plan on saving anyone, but he knows this will eventually lead to that] Who is in deep shit right now and needs to get their asses saved asap?
Third Person Sample It’s an inexplicable sensation to wake up after feeling your heart stopping and you understood you were going to die. Death Note makes no mistakes, and when Mello felt that sharp pain on his chest he understood that he was going to die and nothing would stop it from happening. Or shouldn’t be, as far as any of those who used it knew. So, when he opened his blue eyes and noticed that he was still there, breathing, thinking and with a pulse, Mello couldn’t even begin to explain what went through his head. It was just too much, too many questions and too fast. And sure the blond couldn’t even begin building a proper path of questions, because what came after this made it even more agonizing.
Japanese cartoon character, a Japanese comic book character. There was a novel, even, and there were soundtracks, toys, statues, DVD’s, movies, there were even plushes and magazines, household items, and even pillows. There were websites and all sort of creepy (really creepy) details, fan comics and fan fiction. All of this about his life. Not just his life but everyone that was connected to Kira case.
Mello’s first thought was that someone had been spying on him. Actually, that was a very plausible thing to think; if they could resurrect him, perhaps they also had the technology that would allow them to spy on people and learn everything they wanted about a person. It was far-fetched, but nothing in this situation was normal and even a strange explanation could be a good one.
But what was the reason to do this? Why to go to this extend? Maybe they wanted to mess with his mind? He was already freaked out the moment he woke up alive. And not knowing what happened to Kira after his death would have been the most messed up thing anyone could ever do to him. It was something else. Mello still denied that he was fictional – hell, he was there, he lived a life and he remembered all of it, and parts of that life were missing in the books and the cartoon; not to mention they are drawings, it’s not even him – but there had to be a reason why.
The man didn’t indulge his brain any longer; enough with questioning and analyzing, Mello had to get his ass out of there now. Grabbing the things they left him – how thoughtful of them, he thought with sarcasm – including the water and the crackers (why would they leave resurrect him if they were going to poison him again, he figured), he walked to the door as he readied his gun.
Survival of the fittest. And he’d show whoever put him in this shitty place that he could and was going to survive.
Mihael "Mello" Kheel | Death Note | Reserved
First Person Sample:
[Mello thought about using text since he is far too paranoid to allow others to see his face or recognize his voice. Yet, due to the situation he is currently in, he has no other choice but to use Voice, in hopes he’d find an ally (or an enemy). He puts the device down as he speaks]
I’m not going to bother to repeat what everyone else is saying. It gets boring, after a while. [he is angry too, though. It’s obvious by the tone of voice.] And there are other things to worry about right now, than to listen to all of you bitching because someone brought you here and called you fictional. So do all of us a favor and think beyond the box.
We are outnumbered. [there is a sound; if anyone is used to guns will understand that Mello is loading his weapon] And if we want to stay alive and not turn into one of them like it happens in zombie clichés, we are better off working together. [he has a gun, but he knows he is doesn’t have the advantage and bullets aren’t infinite. He can’t live through this alone, as much as he’d like to believe so]
So let’s do a roll call. Who is civilian and who is military or has any sort of advantage when it comes to fight these things? Any special skills or medical experience? Who has means to defend themselves and who doesn’t? [he doesn’t plan on saving anyone, but he knows this will eventually lead to that] Who is in deep shit right now and needs to get their asses saved asap?
Third Person Sample
It’s an inexplicable sensation to wake up after feeling your heart stopping and you understood you were going to die. Death Note makes no mistakes, and when Mello felt that sharp pain on his chest he understood that he was going to die and nothing would stop it from happening. Or shouldn’t be, as far as any of those who used it knew. So, when he opened his blue eyes and noticed that he was still there, breathing, thinking and with a pulse, Mello couldn’t even begin to explain what went through his head. It was just too much, too many questions and too fast. And sure the blond couldn’t even begin building a proper path of questions, because what came after this made it even more agonizing.
Japanese cartoon character, a Japanese comic book character. There was a novel, even, and there were soundtracks, toys, statues, DVD’s, movies, there were even plushes and magazines, household items, and even pillows. There were websites and all sort of creepy (really creepy) details, fan comics and fan fiction. All of this about his life. Not just his life but everyone that was connected to Kira case.
Mello’s first thought was that someone had been spying on him. Actually, that was a very plausible thing to think; if they could resurrect him, perhaps they also had the technology that would allow them to spy on people and learn everything they wanted about a person. It was far-fetched, but nothing in this situation was normal and even a strange explanation could be a good one.
But what was the reason to do this? Why to go to this extend? Maybe they wanted to mess with his mind? He was already freaked out the moment he woke up alive. And not knowing what happened to Kira after his death would have been the most messed up thing anyone could ever do to him. It was something else. Mello still denied that he was fictional – hell, he was there, he lived a life and he remembered all of it, and parts of that life were missing in the books and the cartoon; not to mention they are drawings, it’s not even him – but there had to be a reason why.
The man didn’t indulge his brain any longer; enough with questioning and analyzing, Mello had to get his ass out of there now. Grabbing the things they left him – how thoughtful of them, he thought with sarcasm – including the water and the crackers (why would they leave resurrect him if they were going to poison him again, he figured), he walked to the door as he readied his gun.
Survival of the fittest. And he’d show whoever put him in this shitty place that he could and was going to survive.
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