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It was night, cold, and Kenneth was tired. But he was nearly home, nearly back in his warm bed. The thought of actually getting to sleep somehow kept his legs strong enough to hold a steady pace.
He had been up all day from 8am trying to finish an essey about european personifications of death. Luckily he had finished before the next day managed to jump over and he was able to push maybe seven hours sleep in if he hurried and skipped dinner.

He had made it in. The hall was dark and he had just tread some sort of dirty, thick, ooze onto the dark wooden flooring. To his right was the staircase that would lead to his room, the top of it lead into a dark wall of shadows through which Kenneth couldn't see from here. He slumped his bag onto the floor next to the table that held up a cream vase that was emtpy. He had always meant to put flowers or something in there but never had the chance or the motivation.
Kenneth slumped groggily up stairs and took the right to his bedroom. His window's curtains were slipt open, the moon was sitting directly in the middle of the frame. Kenneth grogged over again and slumped onto the bed, his face slamming onto the pillow. He turned to allow himself air and looked up the ceiling, somehow unable to fall asleep regardless of the fact his eyelids felt like they were made of steel.
"yes..." Hissed a whispering voice that seemed to float around the room.
"Yes what?" Replied Kenneth assuming the voice was coming from his mind as he slipped into a dream. That kind of thing often happened as the body went into its nightly sleep paralysis. He had read all about it and decided to humour himself, hoping it would turn into something fun.
"You know what." It hissed again, This time Kenneth felt a cold breeze shift down his spine and he shot up. His door was open and he was sure he had closed it behind him. He couldn't remember, when you're this tired everything is just a fuzzy blurring whirlwind of obscurity and uncertainty.
A silhouette appeared in the door, it looked like it had simply formed out of the shadows of the hall. The silhouette looked like a cookie-cutter outline of a young ( or relatively short ) man with messy hair. The silhouette moved further into the white, cold, moonlight and Kenneth instantly recognised him.
He was a kid from his college, the kind you don't see anyone talk to but assume he has friends somewhere.
"Hey, hey I know you... I've seen you at my college! D-...Daryl....Devon? Deacon? Something like that?"
The boy smirked, "Darren. But of course, that's not even close. I am a being unlike you. But very familiar to you." His voice was like a whisper that was as clear as a banging drum or thunder.
Darren pulled out a small pewter ring, decorated with a tiny little silver scythe. He put the ring on and out of nowhere appeared a large scythe that just scraped the ceiling. A strange black mist was pouring over the floor out of Darren's trouser legs which soon covered him. When it parted away from him after a few seconds Darren was dressed in old, tattered robes.
"You're... You're.." Stammered Kenneth,
"say it!" Darren said with a strange smirk teasing the edge of his mouth,
"Death."
"Well done. But I want something from you, no... Not your soul. I want you to take over. Every 100 years a reaper must give his responsibilities to a human. There is much you have to learn, there are those who will help you. And you do not have a say in this matter. I chose you, because i believe you deserve this."
"Dude... With all due respect. No." Kenneth lept and tried desperately to open his window, but for some unknown reason it was locked and holding as if cemented shut. He felt a peircing pain in his chest, right where his heart was. He saw a silver, claw like object protruding from where his chest hurt. He was pulled back and he hit his wall. Darren stood before him smiling, "I, Darren L. Johnson, do hereby declare Kenneth Young the human all my rights, powers, gifts and responsibilites. I embue him with the force of death, and I allow him to take over my posistion as Reaper and escort of deceased souls."
There was a kind of rumbling in Kenneth's head, the room was beginning to spin. He felt himself fall.

Kenneth awoke, laying on the floor. It was morning and bright sunlight was spilling into the room through the now open window. He stood and examined his room, "That was one crazy dr-" He stopped, as he noticed a shining silver pile where he was lying. He picked it up and saw that it was a necklace with a pendant of a silver scythe attached to it. "No... way..." He said smiling and he put it on. All down his spine he felt a cold pulse, like a snake of ice slowly moving down the bone and into all of his veins and all of his limbs. He shivered a little, "Let's try this out..."
He placed his hand on the scythe and concentrated, trying to do whatever it was Darren had done the previous night. The chain snapped, and the scythe in his palm grew quickly, snapping into size. He was now holding a large wooden staff, and then the blade flicked out of the top like the blade in a pen knife. "Wow... I-.. I-... Im late!" The scythe disappeared and Kenneth darted off, picking his bag up before he left the house.

The day had been insufferably boring. Dustin was fully aware that he was working himself into a slump. It was the exact same routine every day: Wake up, take a shower, walk to class (in which he ALWAYS stays quiet in), eat, zombie out on the computer, sleep... the usual. He wasn't the type to freak out about getting things done. He had no one around to help him, so there was really no point. He knew he should have been working on SOMETHING, but it was like his butt was glued to his rolling chair and his eyes glued to his computer screen.

Nothing important. Dustin had made a habit of downloading almost every song he came across illegally in an experiment to see just how long it would take before he was finally arrested. So far he was up to two years, and still no SWAT team busting through his windows... He was hunched slightly over the desk, the only thing keeping his head up being his hand. The progress bar for one of the songs' downloads was at 37%, and wasn't moving at all from there. Dustin's bottom eyelid twitched slightly, but that was the only movement he made. Sometimes he thought he was getting some sort of brain tumor from sitting at his computer for such a long time lately. He looked down at the bottom of the screen to check the time before looking back up at the progress bar. It was at 38% by then, until the screen began to grow covered in black and white static.

Dustin barely had time to react before he heard the wires in the back of his computer start to spark. He figured it was no big deal--probably just a problem with the plugs... until the entire back of his monitor burst into flames, sending him into a slight state of sho
ck as he fell back in his chair. Right when his head hit the floor the smoke detector for his room started blinking in panic, but it didn't make a sound. Just a red light. Water began to rain from the various detectors in his ceiling, and Dustin cursed to himself as he figured he would have to sleep on the couch that night. Getting up in a struggle and walking towards the door, the young man didn't notice the red light was growing brighter. As he reached out and touched the knob for his door he quickly pulled his hand back when it came to his realization that the handle was burning hot.

Looking down, Dustin noticed the water in his room was already ankle-deep, and turned to simply climb out of his window until he saw a form of someone sitting in the chair that had previously been turned over in front of his computer. Dustin started to back away slowly, thinking the other person in the room was some sort of serial killer or something like that.

"Stay right where you are," the stranger snarled out as they stood up. It was a man's voice, and slightly aged. Dustin froze and looked around his room for maybe a metal pipe to beat the intruder with, but they walked over to him until their faces were only an inch apart.

"...Mister Bridges?" Dustin questioned, noticing the features on the man's face. It was his downstairs neighbor.

"Surprised to see me?" the older man asked casually.

"Well... yeah. You're going psycho in my house at ten o'clock at night. Look, I gotta get up in the morning, so could ya..." Dustin's eyes lowered to notice the other man's every-day clothes melting away as the water hit them. They were being replaced by a dark cloak. "Uh... Y--" Dustin was cut off as the palm of Mr. Bridges' hand slammed into his forehead, forcing him to fall backwards and hit the computer desk as he was held in place there.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." Bridges' grip on Dustin's head tightened to keep him still. The younger man's eyes widened.

"Are... Are you gonna..?" Dustin was cut short again.

"No, I'm not!" Bridges yelled, knowing what the younger man was probably thinking. "For the longest, I've watched you waste your life away as a recluse, stuck in your own little world and feeling sorry for yourself-- stewing in the juices of your own self-satisfaction and pompousness... You think your life is s horrible, yet you haven't opened your eyes to the world around you. Well, I'm going to help you with that. It's about time you assumed a little responsibility for something." The man lifted up his free hand to Dustin, showing him a golden watch that then expanded into a long golden rod that continued to flip out a sleek metallic blade that came dangerously close to Dustin's eye. He started to groan slightly, getting ready to yell for help.

"...I gotta stop eating those brownies in the back of the fridge. Come on, I didn't do anything!" Dustin blurted out,

"...That's the point." Mr. Bridges tightened his grip on the younger man's skull, and Dustin could feel something sharp on the ends of the man's fingertips that dug into his skin and later caused the bone to split and his body went cold, yet he didn't die. "I, Zachariah Bridges, do hereby declare Dustin Grey the human all my rights, powers, gifts and responsibilities. I imbue him with the force of death, and I allow him to take over my position as Reaper and escort of deceased souls." Those words seemed to echo in the room, and Dustin later felt the grip on his skull loosen until it disappeared completely. Mr. Bridges vanished. The young man felt as if the blinking red light was blinding him, and fell into a small jolting seizure before the room finally went black.

Dustin awoke the next morning with a headache. The light spilling in from his window hurt his eyes and the alarm clock blared in his ears. He was slumped over his desk, hand still on the mouse and the progress bar for his download at 38%. He yelled and jumped back, again falling with his chair and the back of his head hitting the floor. As his hands reached up to his head he pulled a few stray dreadlocks out of his face, and looked around the room. It was messy, like always, but there was no sign of any sort of water damage."Ugh, Thank God," Dustin groaned as he rubbed his face. "Definitely no more month-old brownies for me after this."

He turned over slowly and crawled over to the nightstand next to his bed, nearly impaling the alarm clock to make it stop. That was when something odd caught his eye. It was a black ring, decorated with flame-colored inscriptions. Out of curiosity, he placed it on his middle finger and looked at it. "Not bad," he thought to himself, though he heard a humming sound it his ears, and all other noise from the world around him seemed to fade as he glared at the ring. With a slight movement of his fingers the item expanded quickly into a black metal pole, a menacing dark blade later forming out of one of its ends. "Ah... Ahhhh... Ah! AAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!"

Dustin ran flailed the blade about, afraid of letting it loose because he figure it could sever one of his limbs easily, and yelling at the top of his lungs as he realized that what had happened last night wasn't just an after-effect of bad brownies. This was one of his first official freak-outs. He knew he was probably waking up anyone within two blocks of his apartment, but he just had to get it out of his system.

{OOC: Meh... I kinda went wonky on the first night thing. Let me know if I need to change it. x| }

(Sorry, had writers block)

Micah had spent her whole day sleeping, and now, in the evening of what was about to become one of her most memorable nights in her life, she sat in the local park. She had went to take a walk, but half way through felt that something was wrong, and sat on a bench, dialing her boyfriends number.

"Yeah babe?" The voice on the other end sounded a bit odd tonight, but Micah had shrugged that off. Make no difference, it was still Rob.

"Think you can get to the park? I feel like something isn't right." She tried to keep her cool, but she could hear the fear in her voice.

"Sure, see ya in a minute. Love." That was his shortened way of saying it. She never really cared for it, but never told him.

"Love," And with that, she hung up. A crow cawed. She was surprised. She had never seen any of them in the city until now. After a couple of minutes, she saw a figure walking towards her. She waited, and saw that it was Rob. She sighed a breath of relief and ran towards him. "What took you?"

"Sorry, but I can't exactly fly." He mused, and got a smile from her. She looked into his eyes. They seemed much darker than she remembered. She saw he was wearing a hooded sweatshirt, something he never wore. "Babe, there is something I have to tell you. I'm not what you think I am." She stared at him.

"What do you mean?" Her eyes glinted with confusion.

"I'm.. actually, it will be easier for me to just show you." She stared on as his clothes began to fuse together into a large cloak. His skin was mottled, and dead looking. He pulled the piercing on his upper lip out. Holding it in his hand for a second, it split open and extended into a long metal rod, and a curved blade shot up and flipped down. Micah was now putting two and two together. The piercing they both had gotten a year ago had meant alot to her when he suggested it, but she never knew why he had to have a "friend" put the piercing in. Now she did. The words escaped from her mouth.

"D-Death." She whispered, and he put an icy finger to her lip.

"Wrong. Not THE death. There are many of us. I am retiring tonight. 100 years of work have served me well. I am choosing you as my replacement." He grasped her hands, and looked up, closing his eyes.

"I, Robert Dunning, do hereby declare Micah Tsung, the human, all my rights, powers, gifts and responsibilities. I embue her with the force of death, and I allow her to take over my position as Reaper and escort of deceased souls." With those words, he disappeared, and Micah blacked out.

She awoke as dawn broke, and sat up. Her head ached, and her lip piercing tingled. She had hoped it was a cruel joke, but the saw the cloak lying in front of her, and knew it was real. "Goddamnit Rob. If this interferes with my life, I will hunt you down on whatever plane you may exist on and whoop your ragged, mottled ass." She thought, heading home.

Caitlyn giggled as her date opened her car door and let her out. She smiled at him and slipped out of the car staying very close to him. She could almost feel his breath on her cheek.
“Thanks for the ride,” She flashed him another one of her award winning smiles.
“Anytime,” He leaned in to kiss her, she considered letting him but thought better of it. Once you let them kiss you they wanted a relationship, and she wasn’t willing to do that just yet. She giggled and pulled away, Adorable, a Tease.
“Caitlyn,” He whined.
“No, no, no,” she said as she walked backward to her door, shaking her finger scolding at him. “You got to save that for another night.”
“Does that mean you want to go out again?” he asked. She flashed him a wink with her long lashes.
“I’ll call you,” She pulled her keys out of her pocket book and opened the door. She doubt she would be calling him. To much the nice guy, not enough adventure.
‘God, I’m late,” She thought. “My brother is going to kill me,”
She tired her best to sneak up the stairs to her room.
“Caitlyn….” Drawled her brother’s voice.
“Yes Derrick?” she asked sweetly.
“Its 2:30 in the morning,” he scolded.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” She tried to play it off, get up to her room without grounding. Ever since her parent’s death, Derrick had taken care of her.
“Come here, take a seat,” he scolded, patting the couch. ‘Damn’ she thought and sat next to her.
“I have a gift for you.” Caitlyn did a double take, a gift? For being out past curfew. “You’re growing up; you don’t need me anymore, its time… time that you received my gift.”
“Derrick…what are you talking about?” asked Caitlyn, pulling her blonde hair into a pony tail. His smile changed all of the sudden, turning almost…sadistic.
“Its time for you to take over the family…business,” She looked at him. He had changed.
“What the hell Derrick,” She whined. “This isn’t funny…where did you get the costume? You look like…” She stopped
“Death?” he asked. She nodded no longer amused by the joke. He chuckled then without so much as a warning, he struck her with his Scythe.

[[soooo, so so so so sooo SO sorry for not posting. Stupid site has been down for 2 days straight. also, koi, that was ******ng hilarous. Brownie jokes are always great.]]

Kenneth had luckily managed to hand his essey in on time to the gormless, fat, bearded lecturer that was Mr. Muldoon. Kenneth tried not to punch him, and always suceeded in holding back that urge. The man Mr.Muldoon was, was a horrible man. He would make students work three times as hard as they needed to simply because (Well, Kenneth assumed Because) He loved giving a bunch of 20-somethings-stress related tumours. His motto was "No Pain No Gain." Well that rung true in his class. Well, Kenneth always wondered if his true motto was "No Pain -- No Point."
"I'm sure this will be a ... Riveting read Mr. Young. Now please, leave my sight before your mere presence gives me cholera." Mr. Muldoon said inhis monotony filled barritone voice.

Kenneth sat outside the college thinking to himself, quietly.
SO what... If I'm a Reaper... If I'm death, then surely I can just kill Muldoon the goon. He thought to himself, and then something spread across his chest. A strange sensation. Like something was making his heart scream "Go!! That way!! Go !!! Go that way!!" And so Kenneth, bewildered, followed the urge to move. He followed it across the path that lay across the side of the park and it even lead him into the town. Past stores he wished he could walk into to buy a drink or something. Eventually, he arrived at the post office.
The post office?! Am i nuts!?!? He thought, and then ventured in.
He waited in line for (what felt like) somewhere between 100, and 100million years untill he was eventually met by a rather chubby red-headed woman who look about as content with life as a suicidal brick did. She spoke with a nasal-toned voice, "So, you're one of the new kids huh? Don't look like much. Go through the door over there and wait for the others." He pointed to the wall on the far right,
"But there's no-" Kenneth was interrupted,
"NEXT!!" She shouted and he hurried over to the wall. A door brown, wooden door began forming from the wall as if burning into clarity and yet none of the people seemed to notice. Not one of them looked in it's direction. Kenneth opened it and went in. The door slammed behind him.
He was met by a sterile looking room. It was all white and had that strange cleaning-fluid smell that hospitals always seem to have. Around the walls were a set of black chairs and a blank, white card sitting atop each one. The chair closest to Kenneth on his right had a card that seemed to float a little. A strange black writing appeared as if being scratched on by a ghost. 'KENNIF. YUNG.' it read,
"Oh please, spare me." Kenneth yawned and picked the card up before sitting on his obviously assigned chair. He sighed and waited for something to happen, "Are there more to come?" he asked himself.

Aurora sat in her class at the university, her elbows propped up on the desk and her head resting in her hands. She blinked her eyes a few times trying to keep from sleeping, English Literature 101 was the most boring class on all of campus. Why did she need the class anyways? It wasn't like she needed to be able to evaluate the differences between The Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man and Young Goodman Brown to be a Pediatrician. Stupid required classes. Was being able to right a research paper on the pros and cons of using a comma in the English language really that useful? No. It was not at all useful.

The Professor Mrs. Hudson finished up her speech assigned another term paper due the next week and dismissed the class. Sighing Aurora pulled herself out of her comfortable position and out of the chair. Scooping up her open text book and binder filled of English notes she walked out of the large room and into the crowding hallway. She went to her dorm and dropped off her English books grabbed her Biology books and her small change purse before heading for Java City, the local off campus coffee shop for some studying.

The young girl walked the crowded streets, watching the people as they went about there busy lives and thinking what life would be like if every moment was filled with mood music like in the movies. She arrived at the coffee shop and walked towards the counter standing in the small line of college students like herself until it was her turn to order. "Hi Tom. Hows it going?" she asked her associate behind the counter. "Fine Miss Rigman, thank you. Would you like your regular?" he asked and began to make one hot chocolate with no whip cream and extra chocolate syrup after she nodded.

Aurora paid for her drink and walked to the nearest empty table, dropping her books on the table gently she slumped down into the one of the two seats at the small round table. She took a small blissful sip of her hot chocolate, yummmm hot chocolate was such a mood lifter especially after English class. Sighing a contented sigh she set down her drink and pulled out her text books beginning to take the notes she needed to study for the next classes exam.

I'm sorry, but this seems kinda neat. Is there a OOC page, or do we just write?

‘What the HELL just happened,’ That was the first thing that shot through Caitlyn’s head as she sat up with the biggest headache of her life. She didn’t remember drinking the night before, and this didn’t feel like any hang over she had ever had. She groaned and stood.
“Derrick!” She called as she staggered upwards. No answer. She squinted at the clock across the wall. 10 am.
“Shit!” she exclaimed, sprinting up to her room. She was crazy late for school. She pulled her clothes from the previous night off with record time. She stopped for a moment, something in her floor length mirror catching her eye. There she stood in nothing put her bra and panties with a leather choker on. The ruby dangling from it glistened in the afternoon sunlight. She touched it gingerly. This wasn’t hers. Did her boy toy from yesterday give it to her? She couldn’t place it with any memory. She tried to take it off, it was a no-go.
“What the Hell happened last night?” she asked. There was no answer. She pulled on a pair of hip huggers and a skin tight tank top. There really wasn’t any sense in rushing since she was this late as it was. She pulled on her heels and made her hair look presentable, then with one last look in the mirror she grabbed her bag and shot out the door.
“Derrick must be at work” she thought.
“Caitlyn Jones,” a voice called as she opened her car door. She closed it back and looked behind her. A man she had never met before looked at her.
“Who are you?” she asked. She felt paranoid. Scared.
"The mail man," He gave her a suspicious look. "You have a package waiting for you at the post office." He handed her a little slip.
"Right," she flashed him a nervous smile. "Thanks,"

[Haha, thanks. It was fun. But again, let me know if I'm going too off-the-wall.]

Dustin barely even had time to get dressed, but he knew he had to leave. He didn't know where he was going, or how he would get there, but he was certainly sure he had to just go. The scythe had formed back into a ring, but he had pulled it off and thrown it into his goldfish bowl which surprisingly hadn't had any fish in it for about a year. The rather flustered male managed to put on his shoes before the rest of his clothing, which forced him to put on his shirt before he put on his pants. Just as he picked up his black jeans he looked over to the fish bowl... The ring was slowly floating to the surface.

"Crap." The ring then somehow defied the laws of gravity and rolled up the wall of the bowl before popping up over the edge and landing on the floor, its inscriptions beginning to glow. "Don't. You. Dare," Dustin warned, glaring at the thing as his lips pursed. The ring began to roll towards him, and Dustin ran the other way. His place wasn't that large, so he was in the kitchen in a matter of seconds, the ring in pursuit. The young man fell over a table near the front door, spilling all of the papers that was it its drawer, but kept moving, his pants still in his hand. It was a good thing his boxers were long enough to be classified as shorts, or he may have been arrested when he burst out of the door and ran down the stairs. He lived on the third floor of the complex, so he tripped down a good number of stairs as he kept trying to pull on his jeans.

By the time Dustin got to the bottom floor the ring had already been there, for it simply rolled off the edge of one of the balconies and landed on the ground. Dustin jumped over it and ran down the street. "I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life," he mumbled as he ran, and sometimes looked back to see if the ring was still rolling after him. It was. It wasn't until he fell over an overturned trash can that it finally caught up to him and slid itself onto his finger again while he laid on the ground. Dustin would have been a pitiful sight: he simply laid there, holding his wrist and screaming at his hand.

After a while he managed to get up again and run down the street. He made it for about a few blocks until his legs all of a sudden stopped moving. Dustin looked down at his feet, seeing if he accidentally stepped in a puddle of cement. He realized he hadn't when his feet started moving him backwards. He had no idea where he was going, but he was going there, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He tried grabbing onto light posts and mailboxes, but it didn't help. He even tried to hang onto a door of a coffee shop. He hadn't opened the door, but the people inside could probably still hear him yelling incoherent things. After he lost grip of that he simply gave up, and there he was, a pants-less rasta-headed young man walking back wards down the street. Luckily, after he had given into the urge to go wherever he was going, he was able to walk forward again.

He let out a groan and glared angrily at whoever stared at him, half-praying that he hadn't accidentally had a lethal intake of drugs and everything that was happening was just a hallucination. To his surprise, he eventually walked into a post office and stopped at a line. He looked around nervously, and sweat began to form on his forehead. Something felt... different. He stared at the floor as he stood in line, breathing heavily. He just didn't have the strength to put on his pants at that point. He welcomed the idea of somebody reporting him the the mental asylum. That was probably where he belonged.

"HEY!" A nasally voice snapped Dustin out of his fantasy, but caused him to twitch violently, as if someone had stabbed him. He looked slightly upwards and noticed a plump female standing in front of him. "Didn't you hear me?" the woman said.

"Wha..?"

"Go through the door over there and wait for the others!" Dustin looked over to the wall then back to the lady, his eyes widened.

"W... Wha...???" The woman groaned with frustration and sort of pushed Dustin to the direction of the wall, but he was too busy looking at the other people in the room to notice the door forming on it. But before he could say anything, he was shoved through the door and into another room.

"Just sit over there," the woman said and pointed to a chair. Dustin didn't protest. He was too freaked out. He simply sat on the chair, and on the card that was on it. There was another person in the room.

Nirna walked up the stairs to her apartment, her feet dragging as she had just worked about 14 hours straight. Her heals clicked as she walked down the badly lit hall, stepping on discolored tiles along the way. This was no where near her dream home but at the moment it was all she could afford. Most of her money went to help with her sisters medical bills. Even though everyone else knew that there was nothing they could do to help Nirna refused to give up hope.

She slid the key into her door and turned til she heard a small click. The door moved to reveal her living space. It was a dingy brown carpet that was badly accented by a burnt orange wall color. She had a basic TV in a corner of her small living room, along with a used couch with an all too bright floral pattern. She kicked her shoes off by the door and walked over the couch, letting herself fall onto it. She reached her hand out to her phone and pressed a button to hear her messages. The first one was her mother, complaining about something which she just happened to tune out, and the next few were bill collectors, which interested her about as much as her mother.

She got up and walked into her kitchen, making herself a simple PB&J sandwich before returning to the couch. She turned on the news. Some one got shot in her neighborhood, no surprise there, and tomorrow would be cloudy. Joy. She turned off the TV and walked into her bedroom. Her mattress sat on the floor, covered with 2 pillows and cheap blue sheets. Her eyes shut and she started to drift to sleep when her phone rang. She groaned and decided to let the machine get it.

A deep voice echoed through the small space, "Ni? I know your there...." Nirna ran to the phone, picking it up quickly. "Hello?" She knew who it was from the name the man had called her. It was a guy named Kyle that she had been friends with since high school. He was a nurse and often saw her sister. He would call if she hadn't had time to get to her sister in a while, but normally just when her state had changed. Her sisters state hadn't changed, which could either be good or bad depending how you looked at it. He told her to open her door before hanging up. She walked over slowly, a bit confused, but smiled when she saw him standing in her door way.

She hugged him tightly and invited him in, "Hey, this is a nice surprise." She said with a smile, "Though... honestly it makes me a bit on edge..." It wasn't weird that it did either. She enjoyed seeing him but they were both very busy people, and they didn't even live in the same city, it was odd for him to be here.

Kyle laughed slightly, "Yeah, sorry. But this is important... Ni, I'm gona be leaving soon and I wanted to give you something. I figured it would make it a bit easier to check on your sister this way." His hand wrapped around a silver ring that sat on his thumb, twisting it gently.

Nirna's face showed her confusion, "Wait, what do you mean your leaving? Where? Why are you-" She stopped when a scythe appeared in his hands. It seemed like a completely different person standing in front of her.

He walked toward her, "Please don't be afraid." She had tried to get away but she had waited for too long. A searing pain went through her and the scythe impaled her. Shallow gasps escaped her lips as she fell to the floor, watching her blood add another stain to the carpet. She looked up to him before blacking out, her eyes locking with his. They were as cold as death.

Nirna awoke the next morning to the buzzing of her alarm clock and sat up. That was so surreal last night, but it couldn't have really happened. She looked to her carpet, her eye widening as she saw the blood. Her eyes drifted to her red chest, though there was no mark. She quickly got ready for work and washed up, paying little attention to the new ring that was now on her on her pale hand, the one that matched Kyle's exactly.

She walked into the restaurant were she worked and began a normal day.

Kenneth noticed the man ,(Who made the homeless look well dressed in his opinion) who now sat on his allocated chair.
"Hey... Lemme guess, guy with a big ol' scythe got ya? And then you just sort of... Ended up here?" Kenneth smiled which soon turned to a smirk as he scratched his head.
He had been waiting, rather impatiently, in the boring, plain white and sterile looking room. He wondered about this guy, reaper material? I suppose he must have been chosen for a good reason He thought, Whoa, man. Stop being so critical. Looks like muldoon the goon's charm has worn off on you huh? Be polite.. or something.

"Listen, i'm kinda new at this... I, are we, uh.. I mean, i don't know what I mean. Dude, just... Damn I'm confused right now." He said whilst fingering his necklace gently and keeping his eye on the door.

(Sorry, but Rpg has been down (or at least on my end) alot lately)

Micah couldn't help but feel that she should be somewhere. She let her feet guide her, ending at a post office. She could hear talking and a woman directed her towards a door in the back. Her mind was completely empty at the moment. The entire scene had replayed in her head about 7 times now. She just couldn't believe it. Her boyfriend was... as he called it "A death." She had contemplated the meaning of that on her way, and came to the conclusion that here must be more than one reaper, and rather there is a network of reapers, reaping for 100 years and then transferring duties. Shaking her head, she knocked on the door.

Nirna worked for about 20 minutes, having a feeling the whole time that she should go to the post office. She tried ignoring it but finally gave up fighting the urge. She told her boss that she was sick and he let her go after a few minutes of convincing him. Her car drove made little noise as it went down the road. Her eyes scanned the parking lot when she got there, as if she were expecting some apocalyptic event to take place before her. It didn't. After looking stupid and standing there for a few minutes she walked in. A woman sat behind a counter and Nirna walked up hesitantly. The woman had given her simple instructions to go sit in a room and 'wait for the others', which she had given a blank stare in reply. Slowly she turned and walked to the room, sitting near a few others that were also there. She said nothing, not exactly sure that this had to do with what had happened last night.

Dustin certainly seemed to be the shady type at that point. But then again, he really didn't care. Not until he noticed the other young man sitting in the room with him. Dustin glared at him. After all, he wasn't really going to trust anybody at that point. It wasn't until the other guy spoke that he realized he must have been just a normal person.

"Ha," Dustin scoffed slightly. "You're confused? I'm prolly gonna be kicked out of my apartment by the time this is over... People running up on me lately... Like I need this right now." He was more talking to himself than the other guy, and kept looking around the room as if he was expecting a bunch of ninjas to jump out or some ridiculous crap like that. But finally, he snapped out of it and looked back at the other person. "I'm Dustin. Guess we're both just a little confused. I have no freakin' idea what's going on..."

He barely noticed the other person walk into the room, but began to pull his pants on after he realized he was still clutching them in his hands.

When the other's had arrived and were seated Kenneth said "hey.." to all of them with a nervous nod.

The awkward silence was shattered by a loud bang. A man in a dark navy pinstripe suit was standing before them all. He had a huge grin that seemed painful to hold and his hair was short, and slicked back. The man was a walking lawyer-cliche. Kenneth had no idea who or what this guy was. But he knew it wouldn't be nice.

"So... You're the newbies huh?" The man said in a deep voice as if he smoked 100-a-day. Kenneth had a little click in his head, "why the hell does the number 100 appear everywhere now?
The man continued after noticing Kenneth's spaced stare, "Well i'm an instructor. I assume you all got your scythes, hm? Well, they are taking weird shapes these days aren't they? Still I've seen worse. One guy had a scythe that turned into a stra... Well, let's just say it wasn't pretty. Anyway!" The instructor clapped and the chairs seemed to evaporate into thin air in thin puffs of smoke whilst making a strange boff! noise.
"What you gotta remember is this! Never tell, never show, never for yourself and never ever ever too late! What I mean is, Don't tell people you're death. Trust me, they'll be begging for favours left, right and centre. Secondly, never kill someone for your own gain. Yes, even your landlord. Finally, souls must be escorted in the right amount of time. See, you get these," The man flicked his wrist and a roll of yellow parchment rolled down onto the floor, "They will have names, places and a time. These are who dies, and when. It's up to you to figure out how they die. You got all the power to do it so make it fun. Just kill who's meant to die. No innocents. Once he's dead, escort him to the nearest portal." He flicked his other hand and a giant purple swirling hole broke into the wall behind him. It had a strong vaccum like it was trying to devour everyone. Then it vanished. "That was a portal. Tell him to jump in and then he's hades problem. Hades is the god of the underworld by the way. If you leave a soul wandering the world of the living well... It get's nasty. They turn into...Things that live purely to kill and devour souls. Be they living or dead souls. Thats where the scythe comes in. Chop em up, don't let your souls die. And that's your job." The instructor polished off his suit and stood straight, "Any questions?"

"Yeah, why us?" she asked. "I had a perfectly normal life," Caitlyn whined. "Stuff like this never happens to me you know?" She had been standing behind the others. Her "package" she had received in the mail was just a note, leading her here. Life had been strange, really strange. She just wanted answers.
"You know, I never asked for this, any of this, how is this fair?"

The man took an angry expression. His suit's stripes turned from white to red as did his eyes.
"Listen you stroppy kid! If we don't do it noone will!!You think we do this because we like it?! No we do this because it's nessecery! You think the world's over populated now? imagine if noone ever died? Imagine if hitler and his army was invicible -- And just so you know everyone is picked for a reason. Only because they're the best for the job. Only because they are the ones with the capacity to do this. If the boss could see this he would have a fit! If that were possible. Jeez." The stripes cooled back to an icey blue and his eyes took a green colour, "I apologise." He said quietly looking at her feet.

"Whatever," She slumped into a chair. She crossed her arms, a huff of teenage hormones. Clicking her heels against the floor in an agitated manner she gave the guy a sarcastic smile. "So then, When do we start?" she uncrossed, then crossed her legs again.
"Because everygirls dream is to go on a murdering spree." she thought bitterly.

The instructed made a humph! noise and looked to the girl, "Do you know that you're technically dead right now? And if you don't take the job you go where everyone else goes. I've been to the underworld about three times. It's boring as hell. Trust me, they have great gyms and food but there isn't much to do. Unless you wanna sit at the throne of Hades all day and talk about ruling earth with an army of zombies. Cause that's all he wants to talk about. Besides, in 100 years you can pick someone to take over. And if you've fufilled your duties, you go to a special place for reapers. Which is VERY nice. Even has a pool table, i hear. I'm 60 year's from retirement. And anyway, don't girls like you like looking young? Well guess what, you're gonna look like that for the next hundred years. It's a good deal! Also you can't die." The man smiled as he tried to make her see sense.

Kenneth was standing looking perplexued and bemused. "That's cool with me! When do i start? Where's my list?"
The instructor laughed, "I love your enthusiasm! You're gonna be head of department in no time! Tommorow night a crow will deliver your parchments. So yah know, leave the window open. They have a tendancy to peck them open. Well.... Peck them broken."

"Beautiful," She muttered. Then the question she really wanted to ask came to the front of her concious. Derrick, her brother, where was he.
"So Derrick, he's there? you know... that nice place the reapers go? He wasnt really my brother was he?" she asked. Her tone lost its whining and annoying edge for something more personal, more pained.
"I'll get to see him then...if i do this? In a 100 years?"