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Who:  Light
What:  Pacing
Where:  His cell
When:  Mid day
Why: Paranoid

Light bit his lip,  moving quietly in the back of his cell, pacing with his eyes glued to the ground.  How long had it been since he paid for his personal cell?  Would he be moved soon to share with someone else?  Would Motou want something more?   While he paced the once aspiring laywer triped slightly, easily catchimg himself on his bed and straightening out.
 
He couldn't take this anymore, he didn't really like living wondering if Ryuuk would kill him, or if someone would find out who he was.  He didn't like the way people watched him move.  He needed a lawyer, a good one.  
 
"Damnit..."