Posts by lillysnow

"It doesn't matter now, anyway. The wounds already getting better."

Ah, there they were. I walked up to the carpenter, feeling a bit grateful that they weren't too busy. "Hello there. I'm kinda new here... Veorra." I said, trying to sound my friendliest, and sticking my hand out. These people seemed nice enough, so I would try my best to return the favor. Then came the paranoia. That annoying little voice in the back of my head kept shouting that these people were definitely going to slit my throat as I slept... Guess being alone in the wasteland for a long while had taken it's tole.

"Alright. Thanks." I said to the carpenter before walking over to the numerous cans of spray paint. My hand hesitated. I knew that what color I chose didn't really matter, but... My hand scooped up a can of red spray paint, tossing it up into the air and easily catching it again. The spray paint reminded me of the art I had seen on the rubble that had once been a wall. Beautiful roses wrapped around the neck of a stunning woman, if I remembered correctly. There seemed to have been more of the mural, but I had never found it. But, now wasn't the time to be indulging the the memory of such a rare sight in the wasteland.
I glanced back at Ender and his family. Good for him. Happiness was just as rare as art nowadays. With a small sigh, I looked around for where I wanted to have my tent. There was a nice little spot a few yards away that wasn't surrounded by many others. Perfect. I walked over and shook the can of spray paint I held, before spraying a small red swirl onto the ground to mark where I wanted my tent.

I crossed my arms and looked around. The fact that they were able to clear out this prison of theirs meant that they were definitely trading with other groups. Huh. Guess I had come to a nice little group. I briefly wondered what they were trading or selling. Scavenged supplies? Some resource in the area that I had never come across? ...Art? Was there even an appreciation for art anymore? I immediately thought of the groups of brutes that I had come across before, the kind of men that would punch a hole in a precious painting without a second thought. Though, if this group was so civilized, others had to be as well. Right? Right. ....Right? I mean, I had never come across any major groups before. Just packs of pitiful survivors that constantly squabbled over what little resources they came across. For all I knew, there were still snobs sipping fine wine and eating extravagant meals while children starved.

I walked closer to watch. Guess they did produce art. I looked down at my hands. Only my right hand was still my own flesh and blood. Both were dirty and covered in small scars. It had been so long since these hands of mine had made anything nice looking. Maybe I would find work here... I did enjoy painting and drawing. Those paintings of theirs seemed to have a high value. Maybe I would be able to produce art once again and sell it, or trade it for goods that the group could use... Hah! I had just arrived here. My tent was being set up as I thought. I was already thinking about the group and how I could contribute? Maybe I had finally silenced the voice of paranoia that had screamed so loud moments ago... Or maybe I had just silenced it for a time.

I listened carefully to every word he said before smiling and extending my hand as an invitation to shake. "I'm Veorra," I said, "I'm very lucky to have come across this group of yours, Jordan. So, about this test? Where do I start?" I was definitely interested in painting. 1000-5000 bucks?! I felt like there was an invisible tail protruding right above my rump, wagging fast enough to form a small tornado. I just hoped that I hadn't gotten rusty...
Never before had I sold any art of mine. I just kinda did it for fun, really. That was fun and all, but now there was rarely and opportunity to do anything just for fun. I wouldn't mind making money off of paintings...but I also wanted to be able to go out and scavenge to see what was out there... Well, I guess I would just have to take this test of theirs and hope that I did well.

(Nice.)

I watched Jordan walk away. He seemed nice enough... To be fair, I would consider someone nice enough if they didn't kill me at first glance... By that standard, I was now surrounded by the nicest people in the wasteland. Lovely. I looked around, feeling slightly awkward. What was I supposed to do now...? I looked towards the people setting up my tent. They didn't seem to be done yet. Was I supposed to just kinda stand here and try to look cool like some NPC...? Huh.

**Amethyst (Profile pic) was tragically torn away from her love by death at a young age after being killed on impact in a car crash. Nearly a year later, Amethyst's lover is lying on her death bed. Lower respiratory failure will soon end her life. Now a reaper, Amethyst sits and watches. She had no memory of her life when she became a reaper, but seeing them stirs her memories of life. Forced to reap the soul of her loved one, Amethyst refuses to send them to the afterlife. She makes the risky decision of running away with her newly deceased love, becoming the target of other reapers.
Jump in with a picture of your character.**

I was silent as I appeared in the hall of the hospital. Nurses walked past me, completley oblivious to my presence. I wore a black suit, uniform for reapers like myself. My black heels clicked rhythmically on the tile floor as I walked to the room I had been told to visit. In my hands was a book and I quickly opened it, checking the details once more. Lung failure. Much cleaner than some of the deaths I had seen in my short time as a reaper. A small sigh escaped my lips. I could never get used to the sight of death.
I walked into the room. A frail girl laid in the hospital bed. The watch on my wrist ticked quietly. Her time was running out. I walked to her side, looming over the dying woman. Why did she seem so familiar? Something about her features made my chest tighten... A name came to me for a split second before fading away...and then returning. I knew this woman. My eyes watered. I had forgotten what it felt like to cry. This was the woman I had loved. The loud that indicated her heart stopping snapped me out of it. Though it pained me to so, I reached out a hand and gently placed it on her cheek. Nurses rushed into the room, frantically trying to bring her back though it was useless.
I looked to my side. There she stood. She still wore a hospital gown, though her soul was no where near as sickly and weak as her body. I realized that she probably didn't recognize me. Maybe that was best...

"Hey, Jules..." I said quietly, quickly blinking away the tears that had formed in my eyes. I wondered if she was still mad at me. Ending her life probably wouldn't help much. I looked down solemnly as I spoke. "I'm sorry, but your time is up." I said, nearly in a chant. The same words I said to every person I reaped. This was much different from any other reaping, and so I tried to hold on to whatever sameness I could. I had never felt anything for the person I reaped before. No pity, no sorrow. These emotions were considered human and were looked down upon by reapers, so I had learned to discard them along with my life. I extended my hand to take hers, to lead her away from the land of the living. "Please come with me."

"It...It's fine now. That was in the past. Come with me." I said, trying my hardest not to sound choked as I walked towards the wall. I placed my free hand on the wall and a thin blue film seemed to extend out from it, covering the wall. I walked into the now blue wall, my body sinking into it as I lead her in behind me. When both of us had gone through, we would be standing on the roof of the hospital. The world surrounding us was tinted blue as if completely wrapped in the film that we had walked through. We had left the land where the living stayed. Now came the part that I dreaded. I would have to send her to heaven or hell. The last goodbye.

Tears threatened to form in my eyes once more. "Now...Now you have to go. You have to move on." I said and walked closer to her. "This might give you a little headache....but please stay still..." I said quietly and reached out to touch my finger to her forehead. Her entire life began to play out in front of us. I watched closely, dreading to see the last words we had exchanged but having to judge her life.

I almost flinch as I watch her repeat the same words that she had on that day. Why was I feeling emotions?! They were supposed to have died with my body! I watched her life continue, up to her last moments in the hospital. No major sins worth eternal damnation, but I already knew that. She wasn't that type of girl. I suddenly realized that I was crying. A bit startled that I was so outwardly projecting my emotions, I quickly wiped the tears away. Reapers weren't supposed to cry.

**Amethyst (Profile pic) was tragically torn away from her boyfriend by death at a young age after being killed on impact in a car crash. Nearly a year later, Amethyst's lover is lying on her death bed. Lower respiratory failure will soon end his life. Now a reaper, Amethyst sits and watches. She had no memory of her life when she became a reaper, but seeing them stirs her memories of life. Forced to reap the soul of her loved one, Amethyst refuses to send them to the afterlife. She makes the risky decision of running away with her newly deceased love, becoming the target of other reapers.
Jump in with a picture of your character.**

I was silent as I appeared in the hall of the hospital. Nurses walked past me, completley oblivious to my presence. I wore a black suit, uniform for reapers like myself. My black heels clicked rhythmically on the tile floor as I walked to the room I had been told to visit. In my hands was a book and I quickly opened it, checking the details once more. Lung failure. Much cleaner than some of the deaths I had seen in my short time as a reaper. A small sigh escaped my lips. I could never get used to the sight of death.
I walked into the room. A frail man laid in the hospital bed. The watch on my wrist ticked quietly. His time was running out. I walked to his side, looming over the dying man. Why did he seem so familiar? Something about his features made my chest tighten... A name came to me for a split second before fading away...and then returning. I knew this man. My eyes watered. I had forgotten what it felt like to cry. This was the man I had loved. The loud noise that indicated his heart stopping snapped me out of it. Though it pained me to so, I reached out a hand and gently placed it on his cheek. Nurses rushed into the room, frantically trying to bring him back though it was useless.
I looked to my side. There he stood. He still wore a hospital gown, though his soul was no where near as sickly and weak as his body. I realized that he probably didn't recognize me. Maybe that was best...

I was grateful for the hug, and returned it. "I-I forgive you..." I whispered before pulling away. "I'm sorry, but you have to go now... It's time for you to move on..." I said quietly, looking down. This was part of my duty as a reaper. There had never been anyone that refused to comply with protocol... Not that I had been told of, anyway. Could I...could I possibly not send her away?

"I...I'm a reaper. It's my job to decide who goes to heaven and who goes to hell. I can't go with you, and you can't stay." I said quietly. I hated this. It seemed so cruel. Why did I have to reap her soul? Was this punishment for something? I didn't want to say goodbye again! I knew that there would be consequences if I didn't carry out my job...but I couldn't say goodbye. I couldn't send her away. "Well...I never liked being a reaper anyway..." I said quietly, looking up at her with a small smile.

Kay kay~

"It's not what I plan on doing, it's what I don't plan on doing. We'll just have to hope no one notices..." I said, though I new that the chances of this going unnoticed were close to zero. Every soul was kept on list and was expected to show up in either heaven or hell. The other reapers were sure to notice, maybe even the angels...or even old Luci. I shuddered at the thought. Having Lucifer himself pissed at me wasn't a thought I enjoyed. Before I could have some rational second thought, I decided to go through with this. A small sigh escaped my lips and I carefully removed the silver and black watch on my wrist before setting it down on the roof of the hospital. I watched as it trembled and saw the thin white lines of a crack formed on the glass of the watch. It was a official. I had just ditched being a reaper. "Well, then... I believe we should run." I said, offering my hand to her once more.

Bump.

OOC: No need to apologize.

IC:
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." I said, smiling a bit. I should probably reserve what little powers I have left for more dire situations...but at this point I really didn't care. With a snap of my fingers, she was dressed in a black suit nearly identical to my own. "Sorry that I couldn't give you something more fitting. That's all I can do." I said to her before wlaking to the edge of the roof. "Come on now, we have to leave the area." I said, my toes hanging over the edge of the roof.

"No, we're going to run." I said, kicking off my heels. I realized how scary this must be for her and gave her hand a slight squeeze. "Don't worry, you won't fall. Just try not to look down." I said reassuringly and walked out past the roof, still holding her hand. As I said, I didn't fall. I stood on air. "Just follow me. You'll be fine."

OOC: Sorry, I have a bit of low muse right now.