House Arrest (continued)

[Takeda-qeuto]

((BUT I WANT SOUUUUPPPPP!!!!! My eyes cry testicles at you.))
Overlooking the carnage that befell the police station as an ambulance carries away the body of the chief (he hears a medical examiner announce "Time of death:7:25 pm Cause of death presumed to be cardiac arrest......) Takeda rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs. "You really did it this time, Ammy-Ah, i mean, Amateur." He looks back at the chief's body, draped in a white sheet. " It's no coincidence how perfectly you timed your escape. You killed Chief Hyde. But HOW?" He pounds a fist down on the table. Staring grimly at his hand he mutters to himself. "No matter. I'll find out when I catch you." His stare grows more intense as he clenches his fist tighter. "But where are you now, I wonder......"

[Ryuk]

Awwwww. This is boring *flying alongside her* Very well, I'll keep it down, kukukuku.
*staring at their unfamiliar surroundings* So, you're definitely opposing your husband now? I wonder if he has what it takes to catch you and punish you. I mean, he did love you.
Kukukuku. That's one of those funny mortal words.... love. Hyuk.

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

*She sits in a cafe, failing to listen to a word Ryuu has said.. reading the newspaper, without a sign of worry or doubt in her face and sips coffee. Simply pulling out the note book, she flips through the instructions again and again, and stroke the page which she wrote on.*

Amazing, such a device. Bears a great burden on many I suppose?.. From hiding it from the hands of others to the very power that the person possesses. It would probably get into people's heads easily..
*She thinks and pulls out a pen and a napkin, calculating something*
The ambulance would have arrived around da..da daa *writes on the napkin*...Hmpph. *She smirked*

His body would have been removed around... 8..judging from the late night traffic..it is a Friday and it is raining after all.. *She murmurs*

[Ryuk]

Kukuku. For someone who was so against it, she's settled into this role well.
Whatcha calculating there? *floating around her rather annoyingly.*

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

Calculating how long he's going to take to get out of that police station. How long he's going to take to follow my scent using those sniffing dogs. How fast he moves, how he gets by.

He'll be around here in 5 minutes. We'll move now *she gets up from the chair lazily and guzzles down the rest of the coffee*
*She writes down a few names in the book and closes it, keeping by her side and walks out of the cafe*

[Takeda-qeuto]

(( *random dance* XDD dammit))
The chase is on and Takeda can FEEL it. As he closes in on her, as the dogs with her scent close in......
They arrive at a café, a cute little number that serves pretty good coffee, and the dogs go WILD. He slams open the door, gun drawn, yelling, and the panicked patrons drop to the ground, screaming. The dogs run over to a table in the corner, barking like madmen, and Takeda silences them. She was here, less than 5 minutes ago, her empty coffee cup is still here goddamn it, if he tasted it he could probably taste her lips on it. It's only then that he sees it, a neatly folded napkin with his name written on it. He hesitates to pick it up; it is evidence, but he succumbs to his curiosity. It's doodled on, the way anything Amateur lays her hands on is, with stickmen crying and other more disturbing drawings, but the thing that catches his eye is the numbers. A long sequence of them in bold smack in the middle of the napkin. 94773992766493237763427803483566537833777363653276355653278.
He carefully pockets it and looks around.
"Get the dogs back on the scent, she could still be in the area," he announces.

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

It was getting late. Amateur was standing on the roof of an old office building, overlooking the busy streets below. They were tiny. Tiny, worthless ants she thought. She was practically God with this one note book. Just a look on their face..and knowing their names, and their faith will be decided by her. She knew she was getting herself deeper into this every minute she hides

To think..their very existence depends on my mood *she flips the pen about, smirking*

[Ryuk]

Kukukukuku. True. What does it feel like, that power to a mortal, I wonder. *chuckle*
Any playing God planned for right now? *he peers down at the humans below*
Yes..... i see it now..... so this is what the deathnote really does when dropped to a mortal. Hyuk, the power's quickly making her just the same.

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

Pfft. This isn't new to me. This only makes my job easier. Just because I have the very ability to take away ones life, doesn't make me God. For somewhere..someone will take my life, if I am not careful of my advances. My moves must be planned carefully..

[Takeda-qeuto]

Takeda sits in his car, running his hands through his hair again and again. He puzzles over the stream of numbers before him. he's tried every number code he can think of. "It's too long to be a phone number or an address. It could be a combination to a storage facility or..."
"Sir, the dogs have lost her scent," reports a younger officer, barely out of trainee ship, really. "They followed her to 25th street and then lost the trail. And uh, sir?" he winces as if expecting a blow.
"Yes?" Takeda asks. He's so tired....
"There were two more suspicious deaths. Cardiac arrest, just like....." The officer trails off, clears his throat, and speaks again. "Well, you know. But background check says she was aqquainted with both."
Takeda says nothing, only runs his hands through his hair again.

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

*She taps Ryu lightly on the head with the notebook*
Come, strange on. We must go find a place to rest. I'm sure you're hungry for some apples right now. The cops would have stopped using the dogs around this area now, so it is easier for me to sneak about. *She opens the door to the emergency staircase and walks down, hands in pockets, proud of herself for thinking up such a plan.*

[Ryuk]

*He grins*
That's the best plan i've heard all day. *follows behind her*

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

~ A few hours go by ~
Amateur has finally found a motel that she had thought was distant enough from the radius the cops were guarding. Not a bad place on such short notice she thought. She goes through the tv channels over and over again, picking up every headline and police report that might have been reported on the local news somehow. They always reported them on the television. Any criminal wanted. But she knew she wouldn't be on. He was smarter than that. He wouldn't want her to know anything about their investigation. She loathed him sometimes, and admired his ingenius method of trapping the criminal in mind

Enjoying your apples, Ryuu? Never would I have thought that a God of Death would indulge in such simple luxuries...

[Takeda-qeuto]

Back at his office, Takeda was overseeing the investigation from behind a desk. He had officers sweeping everything within the radius of how far she could have gotten on such short notice, he had officers taking calls to see if anyone matching her description was reported, he had officers searching for more strange deaths. And here he was, at a desk puzzling over some stupid set of numbers.
Not a code, he decided. Not.....
NOT ANYTHING. He slammed his hands down. It meant absolutely nothing! She was playing one of her little games with him. She threw a non-sequitir in his path to distract him from finding her.
He groaned and placed his head in his hands.
Without media coverage, the people wouldn't be on the lookout for her, and so te chances of her being called in were slim. But if he did release news of her to the press, she could track her own progress.
He had to make a decision. He had to find her.

[Ryuk]

Kukukukukuku. I may be a Shinigami but even I have my little weaknesses. Anyways, you should try the apples in the Shinigami world. They're horrible *makes face*
These are..... how would you say it? Juicy.
*stares at TV* Kukukukuku, they certainly publicise criminals, don't they?