The instructor paused for a moment looking like a wax model of himself as he thought to remember the man in question. Eventually he blurted out loudly, "Oh! Him, yes, i know him. He'll be in haven now, yes. And uhm.. Lemme see... Yes he was your brother. Biologically anyway." The instructor laughed a little and leaned against the wall and began scratching his nose.

A large black crow melted out of the white wall, holding a rolled up parchment in it's beak. It dropped the parchment and sat on the intructor's shoulder. He grabbed it and rolled it out, "500 people for me today, well, off to work." He said as the crow turned and went back into the wall. The parchment rolled itself up and the instructor lifted his hand. He clicked his fingers and his scythe appeared outof nowhere.
"see ya later, newbies." He said as the door they had entered in opened out into the busy post office again. "And remember, the big man's watching." He winked and disappeared into a thin puff of black smoke.

Caitlyn looked around at the others in the room. She wanted to cry a little bit inside. Everlasting beauty was one thing, but did she have it in herself to be a killer?
"Does this not freak you guys out? Even a little bit?" She asked. "I mean its not every day someone tells you that your...death," She seemed to be going out on a limb here. She barely knew these guys, but they all seemed stuck in this together.

Dustin sat quiet through every last bit of the little.... seminar, his brow raising slightly at each question asked. One of the girls there was quite talkative, so he just waited for her answers to be delivered so he could put the pieces of the puzzle together himself. He wasn't one for asking questions. And at the same girl's question directed at the others in the room, he stood up and stretched his arms.

"Well... I don't know about y'all..." He looked around at all of the faces in the room and folded his arms. "...But screw this." That was the first time he flashed one of his pearly smiles in a while, but it was more in a mocking way. "Tch, I mean, what are they gonna do? Kill us? You heard the man. We're already technically dead. And this Hades guy? I sit around doing nothing all day anyway."

Maybe he was just talking for the sake of talking, but Dustin was actually considering taking the job. Seemed easy enough.

Micah might have been the only one who was enjoying the idea, had gotten up, and was trying to contain herself. Through her head ran thoughts of the people she despised. "Erica! Ooh, can't forget Valerie. Gonna make sure she dies slowly if I get her name." Unfortunately, she hadn't kept the thought in her mouth, and had said it out loud. She turned around, embarrassed, and ran home, thinking that she needed to start watching some horror films to get ready. She sat on the couch and got ready.

Nirna sat quietly as the man continued to talk, her mind racing. She now understood what Kyle had been talking about last night, if he had to... leave anyway, she could at least have a chance of knowing when her sister died. She bit her lip, wishing the man would have stayed a bit longer, not that she would've had the courage at the moment to ask anything. She listened to what people had to say, not bothering to comment just yet. She wondered if people could swap... if she could trade someone one of her people if they happened to get her sister. She stood after a girl had fled the room, "I'm doing it." She wondered if she would get to see that man again. Nirna looked at the others, wondering what their final decision would be.

Maybe she was the only one who felt this way. Was it really murder if the world needed it to go on? Was it like deer season, designed so that the population was kept in check. Caitlyn felt bad for squishing a spider, let alone killing a human. And Derrick, now he was gone, she was alone. He had raised her from birth, and now she had no one. She was only 17, she didn't know the first thing about paying bills or buying groceries.
Her life was officially over.
and how could he had been her brother. A reaper has to be a reaper for 100 years right?
She didn't understand any of this. She felt like crying, she walked out of the post office, trying desperately to keep her cool and not break down in front of her new "co-workers"

Kenneth performed an act of which others rarely saw from him, A 'jump-for-joy' as he laughed a little.
"Peice a cake! We getta live for 100 extra years AND we get a cool job? The only thing I'm worried about are those things that dude was talking about. The whole reason we have our scythes.. That reminds me! I'm gonna go practise with this baby. See how fast i can control all this."
And with that he was skipping away, a spring in his new step, whistling looking extremely happy that he was now dead and free to do as he wished. AND he got a cool weapon. What more could a guy want? Only thing missing was a party involving him and some 20,000 women, and free food. Damn, that had him thinking of girls again. That's something he'd probably miss. Although, that fiery one was a cutie. Would probably hurt him in some places with her scythe if he tried any of his famous 'moves', which were noteable famous for having a nack of not working -- ever.

Kenneth skipped home and sat on his couch taking in the air and smiling to his ceiling, what some would call 'beaming' with happiness.

((OOC: Lol. My character always tends to be the "Firey" even when i try to make her not.))

Caitlyn sat in the park, kicking at the sand underneath the bench with her heels. It had been one of her and Derrick's favorite places. She was worried about what she was going to do now, how she was going to live, but more than that she missed him. She felt for the first time in her whole life, Alone.
She hadnt even cared for her own parents the way she cared for Derrick, he was the only male on the planet that didnt A.) think she was a hot chick they wanted to bone, or B.) Think she was a whore.
He saw the real her, and he always thought she was a great person.
He must have trusted her with this, why else would he give it to her, not one of his buddies. She would do it, she decided, and honor Derricks memory.

Dustin watched quietly as the others seemed to be accepting their new roles in life... or death. He folded his arms and began to brood like he always did when he didn't know what to do. He frowned and his brows furrowed, his normally acceptable posture lowering into a sulking curve. "Stupid high-schoolers," he mumbled to himself out loud. He really didn't know how old any of them were. High-school age was his first guess. He rubbed his angular jaw slightly in frustration and brought his other hand up to his face so he could examine the ring on one of his fingers. Of course, he had plenty of enemies that he would have loved to be able to get rid of, but there was always a dark side to every situation.

Dustin dreaded the thought of having to kill a child, or someone's dear family member. And having to then lead their souls on to the next life would be much more then just an awkward situation. He stood in the room for a few more moments until he realized everyone left except for himself and a woman. He glanced towards her slightly before he left the building and stepped onto the sidewalk, staring down at the ground and considering his options.

Nirna glared at the man left in the room for a moment, having heard his last comment. She shook it off, not feeling any need to be on any one's bad side, not now at least. She grabbed her purse and walked a bit closer to him, "I'm not a high schooler, nor am I stupid. I have good reasons for wanting this 'job'." Her voice was calm, not offended at all by the mans previous comment. She sighed, looking at him once more before speaking again, "Are you really not going to do it?" She was curious as to if he would change his mind. While she waited on his answer Nirna let her mind wander, she wasn't quiet sure what to do now and she had the whole day off. She thought about going to see her sister but she wasn't sure if she could handle seeing her at the moment.

Dustin lifted up his chin at the sound of footsteps approaching him. He almost hoped it was someone who was going to push him into moving traffic, but then again, that wouldn't have solved anything now that he was immortal. He was brought back to reality by the sound of someone addressing one of his earlier comments. "Good reasons my ass," he grunted back, looking at the woman in a sideways fashion. "You have some revenge to seek I'm guessing... Maybe an uptight boss or a backstabbing ex-best-friend. But then again, none of us really have a choice, do we?" Dustin inhaled deeply and looked forward. "I'm going too do it... At least now I'll have something to live for... die for... whatever."

Even in his youthful age, he looked tired--almost ill. Such a weight on his shoulders was taking a toll on his nerves. It wasn't typical for him to purposefully try to instigate any sort of outright confrontation.

Caitlyn walked home. This "parchment" would have to arrive sooner or later, and she would not have some bird breaking in HER window. Her cellphone had been ringing all morning. In the midst of all her confusion she had stood up her date for today. Whatever
He would get over it.
He wasnt the first to get stood up by the great and might Caitlyn. You would either go with her and have a great time, then get your heart broke because Caitlyn wouldnt "commit" or you would be one of the lucky ones and never get the chance.
She didnt mean to break hearts, but she felt the need to be with someone all the time. She just didnt want to be in a relationship. They all ended up with someone getting hurt, and the last few ones she had been it, it was always her.
She needed to find a guy who didnt want to jump her bones.
And she planed to date every single one of them till she found the right one.

Kenneth was standing on the roof of a tall building, luckily the janitor of this apartment building was a nice guy who figured Kenneth wasn't 'shooting up' and let him onto the roof access flight of stairs.

He stood watching the city's life slowly dwindle as the night came and sucked it dry. It was as if the moon killed the city and the sun gave birth to it. The sky was turning into a redish-gold sheet of clouds as the sun was setting.
"shepard's delight." Kenneth quietly mused to himself, that was how it went though. Red sky at night, shepard's delight. Red sky in the morning shepard's -- OW!!
A pain shot into Kenneth's right ankle, an annoying repetitive pain. As if his ankle was being pecked by a bird. He looked down and saw a crow trying desperately to get his attention via pecking. It's feathers seemed a million times cleaner and shinier than any crow he had ever seen, it's eyes were empty and at the sime time full of life.
"You don't gotta parchment so... What do you want? ow! ow! Okay, what?!" He shouted and the bird flew up onto his shoulder. At this point through everything that had happened he was half-expecting the crow to shout into his ear, but luckily it didn't. That would creep him out, far too much.
It wasn't long but Kenneth had started to notice an odd amount of crows gravitating to the roof top, all sitting around watching him. As if he was about to perform some spectacle for bird's eyes only.
He had thought back to the time he managed to turn his new necklace into his scythe. He wondered what else could be done with such power. He looked into the crow's eyes that sat on his shoulder looking back into his. Almost like a quiet whisper in his head he thought he heard something. "You.." He said to it, without noticing. Like a reflex. The other crows flew away in a black feathered cloud that stormed around the tall buildings away from sight.
"I guess, You'll be hangin' around me for a while huh? Well you need a name. What about... Franlin" He said to it. He hadn't had time to think about a name. It just moved out of his mouth as if it was meant to be.
"Franklin it is. So, I'm pretty good with crows... What else?" He asked himself, and yet somehow he felt Franklin had answered. He hadn't heard anything. Nor had it said a single syllable. But he knew it had communicated. It was like a secret link with each of their thoughts.
"I could try... I guess... This had better work, man." Kenneth said as Franklin jumped off and flew to a building accross the street, watching his new friend eagerly.
A black fog was growing around Kenneth's feet and it stretched up and over him. Enveloping him in shadows.
There was a pause. An anxious wait.
A black object thrust itself out of the fog, that object was Kenneth. He was wearing a long black robe, cliche he would usually call it, but it was fitting. He had jumped too far and was now in the gap between the two buildings.
Franklin... What am I meant to do? You.. Sure?... He thought and Franklin swooped over, flying straight into Kenneth's back like a small black dart. The crow had somehow passed into the robe, like it melted through it. As if the crow was made of the fog that produced the robe.
Kenneth was still falling, the wind screaming past his ears as the nice hard ground approached at alarming speed. And then he took a curve, and was now moving upwards -- not as fast as he was falling, but luckily he hadn't hit the ground -- and he looked back. He saw a large black, feathered wing coming out of his back that was fanning up and down. Upon checking the other side he saw there was another wing there too. They paused and he began to fall. And then he realised, he had control over them. And, he could hear Franklin's voice in his head with crystal clear quality.
Franklin's voice was that of an old mans, a weathered war vet, a 100-a-day smoker, a wisened sage, all of those and nothing. It was simply, old and that much was all Kenneth knew.
"So, you're name's Kenneth, eh? Well, I'm your familiar. A guide, you might say. All the guides for the other's will be taking parchments with them, but I like to come and meet my reaper before hand. Right now, we're the one entity, You get to borrow my wings and I get a voice. When working we will be like this. You can put the wings away when ever you like though. Just -- please, not now. I hate pain, it's a nuisance. Oh, you can't die. The fall won't even brake a bone. But it'll hurt a whole lot."
At this point Kenneth was flying by himself as it he had already known how, a natural instict that he gained when becoming a reaper maybe. He landed in front of his house as the night was a little while away, the skies becoming dark.
"I'll be seeing ya, kid."
"Jus' don't break my window, please."
Franklin simply laughed as the crow shot back out of Kenneth's robes, the wings turning to a thin smoke just as he did. The robe disappeared and Kenneth entered his house.

Nirna shook her head, "No, I don't think revenge is a good reason for anything really, especially not this." She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed, "There's some one's death that I want to make as painless and easy as possible. I just hope her name shows up on my list and not some one else's." She bit her lip slightly and looked back up to Dustin, "Well I should get going, I need to go talk to someone. I'm sure I'll see you later." Nirna headed towards the door, turning back to him one last time, "I'm Nirna by the way."

Nirna walked out to her car and began to drive away. She had decided that she should go to the hospital. The white walls seemed to match the people that inhabited the building, lifeless and boring. She stopped before she reached Morgan's room and took a deep breath. She slowly entered the room, almost forgetting to breath as she did. She loved her sister... she just didn't like seeing her. Morgan's hairless head and lack of energy was a horrid reminder of the death that was soon to come. Well technically death was already in the room since Nirna was there but that was besides the point. They had a normal conversation, one filled with fake, plastered smiles, and long, awkward pauses. She only stayed for about half an hour, making up some excuse to leave at the end. The drive home seemed to take an eternity and she was received to finally be home.

She stopped in her door way and looked down to see a black cat. Nirna kneeled, gently petting it, completely missing the piece of paper that laid next to it. "Well aren't you a cutie, but...how did you get in hear?" She looked around to see if she had left a window open. She didn't. Finally Nirna saw the paper and picked it up. Names were written across it and she looked back to the cat. Suddenly she became dressed in a black robe. The cat looked up, "Hello Nirna, my name is Nyx and I'm your... teacher."

Nirna stared at her for a moment, her mouth open. She rolled her eyes after a minute, "Fine. It's good to meet you." She was going to ask questions but she after today she just decided to accept this...odd addition. Her eyes scanned the robe that did nothing for her and she smiled. "I can make this work." She said to herself. She took a need, thread and some scissors to the costume and smiled. It was a lot tighter and a whole lot shorter. Normally she wouldn't touch something that looked like this but if no one could see her why not be daring for once? She walk out of her apartment, ready to go.

"Your going to wear that?" Nyx asked.

"Sure, why not?"

Sure enough, she heard a pecking at her window eventually, and quickly opened it, grabbing a small parchment and closing the window as she opened the parchment. Scanning, she checked names and times. As she read this, she noticed a few names she knew. "Natasha, alright, gonna get revenge on her, Marissa, her too, Ooh! Even Rosa is on here! Gonna make her suffer." Then, however, she noticed another name. A name that made her heart drop. "Samantha." She was in disbelief. Her best friend during her living period was on the list as well. She dropped onto the couch and began to think deeply.

Dustin looked down at the woman's answer. He was quite ashamed of what he had said before, and it showed. It was almost as if he couldn't control what he said when in tight situations. Either way, he stayed silent as the woman continued to talk, only picking his head up to look at her as she turned and left. "Nirna," he thought quietly to himself. It would be a good idea to remember all of his so-called coworkers' names, he figured, since they would be working in the same town for what would most likely be a while. He waited for a few moments before he headed home to his apartment. The small table was still flipped over, papers were still scattered everywhere, and better yet, the kitchen was a mess. He groaned tiredly and laid down on his couch, kicked off his shoes, turned on the TV and yawned.

Dustin had fallen asleep rather early in the evening, but even still he was surprised to find himself wake up in the middle of the night. He wasn't completely awake, however, and only fidgeted because he felt a strange tickling sensation on his midsection. He closed his eyes again and scratched his stomach slightly, until he felt something rise a bit under his shirt. He groaned and squirmed a little, still half-asleep, until he felt the tickling sensation seem to slither towards his head in a long line. It wasn't until Dustin felt something wrap around his head and throat that he finally opened his eyes. He was met with two smaller crimson beady eyes and yelled before he grabbed what had wrapped around him and thew it to the floor. It was a snake with ebony scales and red diamonds running along its back. Dustin grabbed one of his shoes and raised it so he could kill the thing, but paused when he heard it speak.

"Waitttt! the snake hissed, and Dustin's eyes widened. The serpent had a female-sounding voice, and her tongue flicked out after every sentence. "Figures I should get the ssstupid one. Here, take thisss." The snake shifted her coils to reveal a neatly folded piece of paper. Dustin reluctantly reached towards it, but stopped as his hand neared her head. "I'm not going to bite you..." she added, flicking out her tongue again. The young man continued to reach for the paper after that and unfolded it. There were five names on it. Luckily, he didn't recognize any of them. Dustin sighed heavily and rubbed the back of his neck.

"So... What should I call you?" He asked, reaching down for the snake and she began to slither and wrap around his forearm.

"Inezsss," the snake answered.

"Inez? That's a stupid name for a snake..." Inez slithered up Dustin's arm and into the sleeve of his shirt, poking her head out of the collar of it.

"Dustin is a ssstupid name for a ssstupid boy." Dustin frowned slightly.

"How do you know my name?"

"I know everything about you. Now come on, you have work to do and I'm going to help."

The pecking on her window started at midnight. She couldn’t bear to sleep in her room. The silence of the house was too much for her to take.
She missed the sound of Derrick washing dishes at 1 in the morning. The sound of him tripping up the stairs on the way to bed. All of it. She missed him so badly her chest ached, and every time she thought about him, the tears would start all over again.
Click, click, click
She moaned and covered her head with her pillow.
Click, click, click
The sound continued, and she buried her face deeper into the febreeze smelling couch to try and muffle it. Then finally
CRASH!
Caitlyn rolled off the couch and fell onto the coffee table, which in turn chunked her on the floor. She moaned in aggravation. Glass littered the floor.
OF course
She looked at the bird, pushing her blonde hair out of her face with as much attitude as she could muster.
“Oh aren’t you a pretty bird, aren’t you a pretty little bitch,” she cooed in her best baby voice. She reached for the paper it held. The bird picked at her finger.
“OW!” she whined, putting the finger in her mouth. She glared and pulled the parchment free. She unrolled it and looked at it.
“No way,” She sighed. Her Geometry teacher, someone she knew. She hadn’t signed up for this. She wondered how derrick had felt about it, about if he had ever had to kill someone he knew. If he could do this, so could she.

Kenneth stood outside of his house, on the cold street not too far from the city, waiting for Franklin with the peice of paper he was sure to receive.
Sure enough after five minutes he saw a black flicker in the shadows, a small black shadow itself, and it moved to him at bullet-speed. Kenneth bounced back a little in fright as he saw the object approached him and then as it stopped next to his head. Franklin was sitting upon his shoulder,
"What? You look like you've seen a ghost." Franklin said before lauging loudly, "Sorry, occupational humour.... Now then. Robes up. Ill get your wings for you."
"Where's my --" Franklin cut into Kenneth's sentence,
"you'll see."
Kenneth grabbed his necklace, focused with closed eyes, and his scythe grew in his hand before flicking out it's blade. The fog came quickly and Kenneth was in his robes a lot quicker than last time. Somehow he was picking up all of this a lot easier than he thought he would. Franklin skipped backwards and flew into the back of the robe, with the feathered wings appearing quickly.
Kenneth raised his hand and the parchment came out of his sleeve, up his wrist and into his palm. He grabbed the top and it rolled out. shorter than he had expected, but it had the info he was told it would have:

Howard Mulldoon, 10:30:2.00

That was the name that stood out like a dagger in Kenneth's eye. Then he noticed something odd, the time next to it was changing, like it was counting down. All of the times were counting down.
"Damnit! Looks like I gotta move quicky, huh? Ten minutes... fiftenn seconds....Damnit, this thing counts milliseconds?"
"Well Ofcourse it does. It can go down to picoseconds if you'd like...."
"no...I doubt it'll need to be THAT accurate."

Kenneth kicked against the ground and was airborn, he knew exactly where mulldoon the good would be. Working hard. At the damned college.
He was moving quickly, the wind screamed against his ears. He was sure he wouldn't even be able to hear his mentor at this point. Then he saw it, the collage building, he dived and forgot how to land. He covered his face and braced for a painful impact, but there was none. He went through the red brick walls and hovered above the green carpet of Muldoon's office.
The door opened and Muldoon waltzed in, sighing about how useless his students were or something of that nature. He stopped, and Kenneth was sure he'd be shouting at him, but he didn't. Kenneth realised he couldn't be seen like this. At least,
"People on the list can't see you. Makes the job a little easier. Others will still be able to see you, tough. So eyes peeled." Franklin said quietly in Kenneth's head.
Kenneth had to decide how he died, but he couldn't think how an office could kill him.
00:09:00
"alright...I got it..." Kenneth said as he focused on Muldoon who quickly grasped his chest and began making odd gasping noises as he fell to the floor and tried desperately to get to the door to call for help.
He dropped his head, and fell still. Silent.
00:00:00
"done." Kenneth said with a slight smirk which quickly faded. He had always wanted to kill Muldoon, but somehow he didn't feel happy. He simply turned and walked to the window, walked through it and shot to the night sky.
"who's next?" Kenneth said,
"john dorian.... docter.... You got some time to get there. He should be leaving the hospital now."
"how do you know?"
"You'll learn soon enough. You see, everyone gets a mentor like me. We all take different forms. Each with our own different abilites we can help our students through their 100 years of reaping. I'm a crow, so i can fly, i have brilliant sight, and a few other... nifty little tricks i'm going to let you find out or your self."

Kenneth spent the night taking care of his list. Each with a heart attack. Simple and fast. He didn't want anyone to suffer very much.

Micah had gotten on her main form of transportation, a bike, and cursed herself as she rode as fast as she could. "Stupid, cheap, Micah. What was I thinking, not getting a better form of transportation.." Hitting a curb, she became airborne, and flew, literally. Screaming, she realized that she wasn't falling down, but was in control. "Heh, cool." She pulled out her list. The times seemed so soon now, and had a smaller timer on it.

Starting with Natasha, she smirked. This one was too easy, as she sat talking on her phone about how they had found Micah dead in the park, under mysterious circumstances. Heading downstairs for a drink in her high-heels, Micah simply willed the heel of one of her shoes to snap, and send her tumbling down the stairs. At the bottom, her shoe wasn't the only thing that was broken. Micah spit on Natasha's face and flew away, crossing her name out.

Next up was Marissa. At 17, she was about to be cut down in what everyone was calling "Her best moment in life". Now, Micah had to cause the last one. Marissa was yelling out of her window at her boyfriend when Micah arrived. Seeing the time running to 30 seconds, Micah quickly diverted a bird at her window just as Marissa leaned out. As the window fell, she looked up, and got a throat full of window, crushing her trachea. Micah hoped as the timer fell, and Marissa went limp at 0:00:01. Laughing as her boyfriend freaked out, she was off to cause more accidents.

Rosa was the "Perfect girl", and Micah sought to fix it all her life. Now, she realized she could do what she tried to all her life by ending Rosas. In her kitchen, cooking with oil, Micah saw an opportunity as she reached for a spice above. Making it slip, it fell into the oil and splashed it into Rosa's chest. Screaming and falling backwards, she grabbed at the pan, spilling it onto her face. Falling and hitting her head on a counter, she died at the time that was requested. Micah sampled some cooking and left.

Now, the kill she DIDN'T want to do. Samantha. She was awake and also with her boyfriend. Micah wanted to make it quick. She made sure that her death was special, and memorable. She was watching her favorite movie. All the better, she thought, All the better. As Samantha and her boyfriend cuddled up, and they turned to each other, Micah struck, noting time was running out. Using all the willpower she had, she slowly forced Samantha's heart and lungs to cease functioning, and waited. She watched as Sam's eyes rolled back and she fell limp. Micah felt absolutely drained, and went home.

GhaKha your avi is AMAZING))

Caitlyn sat on her couch, contemplating what to do. The raven stood on her coffee table and stared at her.
“If you’re done calling me horrible names then I’ll help you,” A female voice seared her mind. Caitlyn looked around wildly.
“Yes you idiot, the sound is coming from me, the raven, on the table, that isn’t supposed to talk, yadda, yadda, yadda.” Caitlyn shook her head, and closed her eyes tightly. When she opened them the strange bird would be gone. Finally after a deep breath Caitlyn opened her eyes.
“I’m still here you retard,” The bird snapped.
“This can’t be happening,” Caitlyn let out a nervous laugh, “This really can’t be happening!” The bird jumped on Caitlyn’s bare thigh.
“After everything that’s happened in the last few days, does this really seem that impossible?” Caitlyn fell back on the couch and laughed, long and hard.
“And you say that I’m the crazy one for talking, look girl, grab your list, the uniform is by the door. We have work to do.”
“Who are you?” The bird rolled her eyes.
“I’m the poor soul forced to work with you, you can call me Koko,”
“Koko?” Caitlyn snickered.
“Yes, yes, it was the name given to me by my last master, your brother for that matter.” Caitlyn sobered.
“You worked for my brother?” she asked hopefully.
“Yeah, Derrick was a kind soul,” the birds eyes got glossy and sad. “I hope you’ll be the same way. Anyway, get your robes and your list and let’s get going.”