Dearly Departed, Death is only the beginning...

Those who live will live, and those who die must die. Then, what happens when those who should be dying, aren't? Somehow, several humans have figured out how to cheat the laws of life death: by dealing with life and death himself. Whether they've appealed to an angel or a reaper, they've given these spirits some reason to keep them alive. This won't sit too well with everyone, and there is a certain order to be kept, someone's going to have to sort all this out, and that means someone's gotta die.

Out of Character Thread.

-Intro/Table of Contents
-Story
-Rules
-Character Info
-Guardian and Reaper Profiles
-Human Profiles
-White & Black Lists
-Miscellaneous

How it Went Down, teh plotzorz...

It all started with a death, a single death that shouldn't have had such a strange effect on the spirits of life and death. Terrance Fisher's death was a shock to his relatives and friends. He was kind and hardworking, had good grades, and no enemies. He seemed to be on his way to a long and successful life, but not all stories can end happily, and not all drivers can keep their wits about them at night.

While this was an insignificant happening in the grand scheme of things, it did have a large effect on several of those close to Terry, as all deaths do. The death of someone so close, who never really deserved to die, seemed to change them. Their view of life and death skewed, for some reason or another, each has found themselves in a near death experience since. Perhaps that is why they survived when they should have died.

Reapers, those who are not helping a human, have noticed this, and they know that it shouldn't be. Now they have to find out why these humans aren't dying and figure out some way to stop it, whether that means negotiating with whoever's keeping them alive, negotiating with humans, or somehow pushing the humans toward their demise.

Obedience is Demanded, or you'll be sent to Hell...

-Obey all Menewsha rules.
-Keep your clothes on. I shall not tolerate infidelity in my RP. Romance is cool but Cybering is bad.
-God-Moding, Auto-Hitting, controlling others' characters, and other tom-foolery will be punished.
-"God-Moding" is an umbrella term. It can mean a lot of things(i.e. not getting hit, not getting hurt, knowing things you shouldn't know yet, taking advantage of things you know that your character doesn't, etc.)
-Most out of character stuff should be in the OOC Thread. Otherwise use (()), [[]], OOC:, or something like that.
-Profiles shall be pmed to me, True Jelly Oh! or posted in the OOC Thread. Title pms(or include at the end of your post) "Lawl @ The Mummy Quote," so I know you read the rules :P
-If I have a problem with you, I'll pm you about what to change. If someone else has a problem with you, we'll discuss it.
-Don't kill people. Any life threatening thing you cause must have a way for the human to survive.
-Literacy is a must! You should prove to me that you can make detailed, well-written posts.
-Please tell me if you're going to be absent for a while.
-You're not allowed to write more than I do!
-JK, by all means, you probably should write more than I write.
-Post as much as it takes in order to keep this alive. Probably at the very least once a week...
-Don't post out of character too much in here.
-I reserve the right to add more at any time.
-Don't ignore anyone! Whether it's in character or out of character.
-Make sure your posts are believable.
-If you are inactive for too long. Your profile will be deleted. By "too long," I mean regarding how quickly this thread moves. Which, at this point, means more than a week.

Who Are You? Also, some more info...

[b]Username:[/b] [Durh]
[b]Character Name:[/b] [Full names are preferred]
[b]Gender:[/b] [Male or Female]
[b]Race:[/b] [Either Guardian Angel, Grim Reaper, or Human. Though, other species might be negotiated(pm me)]
[b]Age:[/b][Humans should be 15-25, others at least over 15(Also, age of death or age they look is fine.)]
[b]Powers:[/b][Only applicable to non-humans]
[b]Appearance:[/b] [Detailed description or Picture-both drawn and photographed are fine.]
[b]Personality:[/b] [Don't just post a few words. Full sentences are your friend!]
[b]Bio:[/b] [For Guardians and Reapers, this can be a bit vague, but maybe say a bit about your spirit life. Humans should include how they are connected to Terry-friend, girlfriend, sibling, cousin, etc.]

*Profile code can be negotiated as to what you may or may not prefer to include. Please speak with me about this before sending the profile.

Reapers: They're gods of death or grim reaper types. Reapers do not kill humans; When humans die, Reapers come to take their soul away to heaven or wherever. Reapers do not have to be evil or anything, but they often are there to see people die and enough of that can turn anyone's personality sour. Every Reaper has a list- The List. The List has the names of humans who will die soon, every Reaper's list has the same names. In the role play, all Reapers will be working within one area, so that they won't be all over the world and so there won't be more than maybe 10 people on The List at once. Reapers cannot be seen by humans unless they want to be, or unless the human is already dead. Reapers started out as humans, but when they died, they decided to be Reapers rather than go on to Heaven. Evil people aren't allowed to be Reapers, though.

Guardians: These will be guardian angels. Normally, these would only protect humans from injury- physical, mental, emotional, financial, etc. They, like Reapers, aren't usually seen by humans but give them little bits of advice or little pushes away from danger. Not every human has a guardian angel and angels can be guides to more than one person. Guardians also started out as humans, only those who did a lot of good when they were alive can choose to be Guardian Angels.

For both Guardians and Reapers, their memories can be a bit vague. Most have been dead for a while(years and years and years), so they won't be able to remember too much about their past lives-they might not even remember how they died, though that'd be kind of hard to forget. If they're newer, they'll remember more about their past. You can let their past life influence them today in any way you want.

Also for both, they can have powers. If you're older you'll have more or stronger powers, and weaker for younger. Nothing too big though.

Humans: Normal, everyday, people. All connected in some way to a single person, Terrance, who's death brought them together. They all should have met at a funeral or something.

The List: When someone is about to die, their name appears on the list. This usually happens within an hour of their death. When their death is very close, the name starts to fade and it completely disappears when their soul arrives in Heaven via a Reaper escort. Since these humans aren't dying, their names are just outlined lightly on the List. This alerts the Reapers to the weirdness since that really isn't supposed to happen.

Guardians of Life, blinded by the light~♪

Username: Insane Cricket
Character Name: Andrew Cozu
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his late twenties.
Appearance: Long, golden blonde hair, pale skin and piercing electric blue eyes. His eyes show an intelligence regarding things that most wouldn't know. Standing at roughly six feet four inches, his body is muscular though not overly so.
Extra: Andrew drives a Nissan GT-R. (I'm not sure the exact year of this model, I believe it's a 2007, though I haven't had much luck looking it up.)

Username: Merrihop
Character Name: Tobias Nedahl
Gender: Female
Age: Looks to be in her early twenties.
Appearance: In her true form, the tiny 5' nothing woman sports a full head of long pink hair, calico cat ears, and a fluffy calico tail. Her unusual features are usually hidden from humans, though, and she appears to be a tiny brunette with the same rich brown eyes as her true self.
Personality: In life and in guardianship, Tobias is a sweet, happy lady with a big soft spot for children and babies. She adores her husband Eirose, and does her best to take care of him and the others she's close to. Relatively new to her position as a guardian, she's grateful for assistance from someone more experienced, usually Andrew. She hates conflict, and tries to be the peacemaker in everything, and always has more love to give.

Harbingers of Death, when your heart has expired~♫

Username: Amurita
Character Name: Adalia Caelius
Gender: Female
Race: Grim Reaper
Age:Looks about 15 years old, actually over 100 years old.
Powers:Enhanced Agility and Intangibility
Appearance: Slender and small, standing at 5 feet exactly. Has pale blond hair and light blue eyes. Wears a hooded cloak with a long ruffled cravat. Also wears a simple dress which goes to just above the knee with a band around her waist. Long socks go up to about the knee worn with boots. Generally clothed in grey, white and/or black.
Personality: Has quite a sarcastic personality and gives off an air of having lost all hope for the world. A loner who seems to prefer her own thoughts over speaking. Has a lost sense of time and as a result always is fidgeting with her pocket watch. Almost always has an expression of boredom on her face.
Bio: Is a fairly old reaper who stopped keeping track of her own age after it went past 100 years. Has forgotten her cause of death, and frankly would not like to remember such an experience and why she even chose to be a reaper in the first place. Having lost the feeling of obligation to her duty, she tends to be laid back about reaping and does it at her own pace.

Username: Yume_no_Yume
Character Name: Tessan [Tess/Tessa] Eyn
Gender: Female
Race: Grim Reaper
Age:Looks around 17, but she is actually close to 80.
Powers: Can control shadows, limited telekinetic ability.
Appearance: Tessan is fairly tall, around 5'9, and appears fairly slim. Her pale green wavy hair falls to her mid back and her pale blue eyes are always sparkling. She usually wear the generic black reaper's cloak, although on occasion she will wear a shirt with a saying, a skirt and high socks. She is never without her converse shoes, no matter what she wears.
Personality: Tessan is fairly shy, only opening up to people who take an interest in her, not taking the initiative to make friends. She enjoys being sarcastic and would probably cease to exist if she couldn't be. She still remembers her love for animals, which can see the grim reapers, and frequently will sit, when she has naught to do, and pet or play with them.
Bio: Tessan likes to keep to herself, mostly because she feels that the more she speaks to other reapers, the less she remembers about her life before. She remembers swatches here and there from her life, and it makes her feel sad. She will watch the people still living, envying that they are still alive.

Username: Insane Cricket
Character Name: Shozii Marez
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his early to mid twenties.
Appearance: Rich, dark bronze skin and bright orange eyes. There are simple, black tattooed markings underneath his eyes (A crappy example). His hair is thick and the darkest shade of black, semi-short, though one can't ever be certain of it's true length as it's always sticking out at odd angles and extremely messy. He stands at roughly five feet eight inches, with his body being rather muscular though not disgustingly so. His body frame is naturally petite.
Extra: Shozii drives a black 2006 Pontiac G6.

And All Those In-Between, Under the spotlight, neither black nor white~♪

Username: Insane Cricket
Character Name: Zaitsu Siiya
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-one
Appearance: Roughly six foot, messy somewhat-short black hair, pale skin, and bright red eyes (though sometimes he wears ice blue contacts). He's muscular, though he's still lean. His frame is about medium size.
Extra: Zaitsu drives a 2004 Dodge Neon with a spoiler. (Vehicle color matches the image.)

Username: Insane Cricket
Character Name: Amani Siiya
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Appearance: (1) (2) (3) He has a tendency to dress eccentrically.
Extra: Amani rides a motorcycle. Except his motorcycle is silver, and it has no writing or markings on it.
ATTENTION! Cricket would like to state that he isn't the artist of the pictures he uses for Amani's appearance. He's had the pictures for quite some time now and has only recently found the original artist, who can be found here. Cricket has tried to contact the artist to ask permission to continue usage of these images for Amani's appearance, though hasn't yet received a reply.

Username: Insane Cricket
Character Name: Eirose Nedahl
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his mid-forties.
Appearance: His hair is rich black, with a small amount of gray and white scattered throughout it. Roughly six feet two inches, he has pale skin, a scar through his left eye that begins near the top of his forehead and ends on his cheek just above his jaw. He has ice blue eyes and his body is of a large, muscular (though not overly so) build. He walks with a sense of pride that would make almost anyone question his heritage.

The List, if you're lucky this might not kill you...

Username: True Jelly Oh!
Character Name: Brodie Fisher
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 15
Powers: N/A
Appearance: Brodie is a bit slender, but of average height. His hair is a light blonde and cut short, about to his ears. He looks pretty much like a smaller version of his brother. His eyes are a dark brown and usually staring into space. He usually wears dark, earthy colors and a loosely fitting jacket.
Personality: Since Terrance's death, Brodie has been awfully detached and at times moody. He really doesn't want to interact with anyone or anything now. When Terry was alive, Brodie was generally a happy spirit. Though he doesn't know it, what he's really looking for is someone to fill the void caused by his brother's death, and will be very willing to trust those who get past his current antisocial demeanor. Of course, no one's tried to out of pity for his mourning soul.
Bio: Brodie is Terrance's younger brother. They both had a well enough life and were generally happy with it. Brodie was always a little lacking in the confidence department but Terry stuck by him, they were quite close. It was only at his brother's death that Brodie realized how much he depended on him. Needless to say, he'd never really thought that Terry wouldn't be there for him.

Username: Amurita
Character Name: Elizabeth Adner
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age:17
Powers: N/A
Appearance: Stands at 5'4 and slightly chubbier than the an average high school girl. Has straight brown hair which falls to just below her chin and also has brown eyes. She has no particularly distinguishing features and usually isn't noticed the first time around. Usually seen wearing capris, running shoes, a t-shirt and a light hooded jacket.
Personality: Extremely shy and insecure around strangers to the point that those who do not know her think she's being rude and just ignoring them. However, if a subject is raised that piques her interest she forgets about her insecurities and becomes very enthusiastic. She's also extremely clumsy and not too bright.
Bio: Elizabeth moved to this city a few years ago and had a lot of trouble adjusting to her new life. Once at school she felt really lost and alone but found comfort in her new classmate Terry Fisher who always seemed to have a smile on his face. While Elizabeth never built up enough courage to have a real conversation with him she began to really respect and admire him the more she learnt about him. While not being able to speak with him directly, Elizabeth began to emulate him by participating in all the event he joined and volunteering for things that Terry would normally volunteer for. However, once Terrance Fisher had died, Elizabeth took two steps backward into her shell and seems to be closing herself away from the world.


Username: Insane Cricket
Character Name: Itami Ishtar
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-six
Appearance: Roughly about six foot two, with brown hair and bright emerald green eyes. Sometimes he tans, others he doesn't. (1) (2)
Attention! Cricket would like to make it perfectly clear that he isn't the artist behind these pictures. They are the best that he could find to represent his character of Itami, and has no idea who the real artist is. If you could direct him to the original artists he'd be forever grateful, as he'd like to ask permission to continue using these pictures.


*Below are the unlucky ones
Username: Fullmetal Phantom
Character Name: 藤原秀人/Hideto Fujiwara
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: Recently turned 15, but currently claims to still be 14 (long story; will explain a little in bio)
Powers: N/A
Appearance: [x]
+ Also, a picture of him that I commissioned: [x]
Personality: Generally kind and polite; has great difficulty voicing displeasure with a person unless they have harmed him or someone close to him in the past. Usually quiet when around strangers, but loud and rather crazy when alone or around friends. Also idolizes a particular guitarist to the extent that some wonder if he has a crush on him (he doesn't), though he isn't creepy-obsessive (unlike a former classmate of his). He is also very accident-prone, and enjoys joking about it whenever something happens that isn't too serious.
Ever since the accident, he hasn't been quite as "perky" as usual, though he still tries to keep an upbeat and friendly attitude.
Bio: (This is the condensed version; I have a lot of details on him - I could probably write a novel on him, actually. Please forgive the choppiness.) Born April 4, 1993 in Okinawa City...or rather, forced out due to his first major accident, which his mother didn't survive. The superstitious tend to blame the date for this first accident and his continuing tendency toward accidents, since "four" and "death" are pronounced the same in Japanese - and he has grown to believe that the number has something to do with things. As such, he has always celebrated his birthday on the date of his mother's birthday, June 18, instead of his actual birthday.
Due to several incidents later in life, he has great difficulty passing through metal detectors - his right shoulder is supported by pins and screws due to a fight when he was 11 (but still claimed to be 10), he has a metal plate in his skull due to an accident in a tree that took the life of one of his old friends when he was 7, and another metal plate in his upper right leg after a bad sports accident when he was 9 (which he now finds hilariously ironic [as do I - long story]). His single patch of blonde hair is also something of a "scar" left by contact with a piece of dry ice when he was a baby - it severely damaged the skin and hair follicles, and ever since, there has been no pigmentation in that spot. He has also been described as having an addiction to at-home silicone anti-scar treatments.
He always had to travel frequently due to his father's job, mostly within Japan, but occasionally going much further. For this reason, and also partially due to entertainment influences, he prefers to speak "centralized" Japanese, rather than his local dialect - which he mainly only uses on trips back home when no one understands anything else.
Trips back home are infrequent now, however, as his father's job transferred him to the U.S. about 2 1/2 years ago. Ever since then, he has been hopping between schools, trying to find where he can stay...and recently found himself in the same school as Terrance Fisher. He was only there a few weeks before the accident, but he was already beginning to see him as a friend. He was nearby to see the accident, though he hasn't told anyone...and he even somewhat blames his "death god" reputation, almost believing that it wouldn't have happened if he hadn't been nearby.

Username: Aeschylus
Character Name: Linton Conner
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 24 [Heh, just under the mark.]
Powers: N/A
Appearance: http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/f...st1/linton.png He has messy dark blonde hair, thick rimmed glasses [because his secretary said they were 'in'], pale skin [not white, it's just that I forgot to color], and his signature grey business suit and black tie.
Personality: Although Linton is popular with the higher-ups and has many acquaintances and connections, he is introspective and over analyzes situations. He is quick with his tongue, and is often described as being charismatic, bold, and proud. A fun fact? He wears his suit everywhere because that's how he asserts his authority.
Bio: It started in his childhood and followed him to college: his thirst for attention and power. Linton is a well-known politician. He is believed to be extremely close to his five year old son, Alexander Conner. Many doubt this and cast it off as a mere facade to benefit his political image. Linton gave a lecture at Terrance Fisher's school the day before he died.

Username: Insane Cricket
Character Name: Kayaray/Kay Ishtar
Gender: Female
Age: Fourteen
Appearance: Blonde hair and hazel-green eyes, she stands at about five foot. She's extremely thin, to the point of being frail as she's usually in bad health. [x]
Cricket would like to make it clear that he didn't draw the picture of Kay. Cricket doesn't know who the original artist is, but would appreciate it if you know the original artist and could tell him where to find them. Cricket would like to find the original artist and ask for their permission to continue using this picture.

White and Black lists, hate me or love me, it's still an obsession...

Good rpers go to Heaven:
Recognition to those who are particularly helpful and such.
True Jelly Oh!~ For just being weird like that

Insane Cricket~ For a plot summary, a banner, and just being all around super special awesome.

I've got my eye on the these guys:
Yeah...
True Jelly Oh!~ For not doing this sooner

Bad rpers go to Hell:
People here will not be welcomed back into the role play.

So far, in case you missed it...

-Dearly Departed has been opened!
-A lot of NPCs died in the first page or so. TT_TT
-A summary of recent happenings. Click! Thank you Cricket!!! :D

Other, like a banner...

-Made by Insane Cricket.

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Brodie walked down a street he picked quickly and at random. He'd been walking like this for the past twenty minutes. It wasn't as if he was trying to get lost, he knew very well that he could find his way home when he felt like it. His main concern was just finding someplace to go that didn't remind him of Terry. This was not an easy task, what with the fact that any place he went was either occupied by memories or people who whispered and gave him sad and sympathetic looks. No, it wasn't until he was well away from his house, his school, and the students' regular hang-outs that he could find room to think. Or to not think.

Regardless of whatever mental work he was doing, Brodie now found himself comfortably away from any place familiar. He sighed as he sat down against a tall brick building, and looked around. Not many people, and those who were there payed him no mind. He folded his arms around his legs, letting his eyes glaze over as he stared into space.

((The role play is OPEN!!!))

Lily was standing in a alley under the shadows, watching the people walk by. She detested being in the shadows because she was afraid of the dark. I am such a wimp,she thought to herself.

Her attention then focused on a young man sitting agianst a brick wall staring into space.

Cambridge sighed as she stood against a wall over looking the street of people, a memory of herself and her old friends laughing and giggling like school girls walking along a street similar as the one in front of her now. She shook her head and pushed the memory aside. She shouldn't be remembering idiotic things when she should be watching for those whose time were near. Her eyes came to a rest on a guy sitting against the wall across from her, just staring out into space. She glancing down at the list clipped on her hip.
"Brodie Fisher, 17." She looked at the boy once more. "Sad, probely could of done great things if Fate wasn't in his way." She said out loud to herself. She sighed once more and pushed off the wall. "Some times I hate my job."

Hideto knelt down at a small roadside memorial, sighing softly and struggling not to cry. He didn't want to cry...it was selfish. Terry wouldn't have wanted him to be sad...not from what he knew of him.

He pulled a single rose made of white silk from a bag, with a light blue ribbon tied around the stem. Sliding his hand across the ribbon, he reread what he had written across it - on one side of the bow, it read "��花��む�����忘れ��ん" ; on the other side, the English translation - "Until this flower wilts, we won't forget."

He couldn't fight it anymore, this place was getting depressing. He closed his eyes as he placed the flower on the memorial, right next to a framed photo of his fallen classmate, then stood up and sighed again.

"I'm sorry," he muttered as he turned and walked away, and began searching for a place to go to clear his head. This whole thing as so strange...and so sudden. Death rarely made sense to him...it was almost absurd. But this time, it somehow seemed even more unusual than most.

But then again, it always felt that way when something like this was just happening.

Any minute now.

It was dark and musty in the small room. This room wasn't particularly special, it was similar to many of the other rooms in the nursing home: filled with outdated furniture and faded photos.
Against the left wall, next to the only window in the room, a small single sized bed was placed. It currently held an elderly man who slept peacefully with a smile on his face, no doubt dreaming of his days of youth.
His breathing was strong and constant, but as the minutes passed it grew weaker and irregular. In the next moment the exchange of air could not be heard at all.

A young woman sat comfortably in a small couch in the corner. Every few minutes she would shift her position as a hand moved to toggle open the cover of her pocket watch. She glanced at the elderly man periodically, noting the change in his breathing patterns.
Any minute now. she thought to herself.

After a few moments the woman stood up and slowly made her way toward the man. She knelt down such that her face was inches away from him. Suddenly she yelled out, "Rise and shine! It's time to go!"
"Wh-what in the--" the old man started as he awoke with a jump. After a few moments he stopped to look at the hooded figure beside him and closed his eyes in understanding. "So...it's time for me to go then...?"

A slight smile flashed across the woman's face. "Awesome. So you understand then. I can get this done quickly." As she moved her hand to reach out for the man, some resistance was shown. The former's eyes rolled at this action. "I knew this was going to well." she sighed. "Well, what is it?"

"I just..." he stammered. "I...I...want to see them. One last time before I..."
"I really don't feel like dealing with this Geoffry," she replied. "Trust me, if you wait any longer to go, it's just going to be harder."

There was no reply to her words, only silence.

These children...no matter how many I see, they're all the same in the end. Will they never learn?

She walked toward the window and put her hand on the glass. "I'll come back for you a little later. I'm going to take a little stroll first."
"Thank you, Ms. Reaper." the man replied with a faint smile.
"Ms. Caelius." she corrected him. He looked at her, slightly confused.
"Just, call me Adalia." the reaper added as the man watched her hand slowly fall through the glass window, followed by the rest of her body.

Tessan was sitting on a swing in the empty park, ust swinging as far as her legs would take her, forwards and back. She sighed as she stopped dragging herself, leaning back in the swing to the point where her upper body was parallel to the sand beneath her. She new she probably should be paying attention to the list in her pocket that wouldn't stop pestering her, but she just didn't feel like it today, her outfit was enough proof of that fact.

Instead of her usual reaper cloak, today she had on a plain white skirt that stopped just above her knee as she sat on the swing, her black knee high socks just missing the edge of the skirt. Her green t-shirt said, in small letters, 'read the fine print, dumbass,' which was something people often forgot to do, in her eyes. Sitting up again, she leaned her head against the link of the swing, her pale green hair blowing around in the slight breeze.

Lily, confused on what she was suppose to be doing, was walking through the park. I must be the worst guardian in the world. I have no idea what I'm doing. She sat under a large oak tree to clear her head. She gazed at each inch of the park that was in her sight and noticed a girl on the swings. Did I ever go on the swings when I was alive?...Wait, what am I thinking, I'm suppose to figure out what I am to do.

No matter how much she tried to focus, her attention turned toward the girl on the swing.

Cambridge's hand went to her mouth the catch the yawn that was came out. Normally when someones name showed up on the list it wasn't much longer till their death, but with Brodie Fisher it was taking a awful long time. Cambridge glanced down at the list clipped back on her hip and noticed a name had shown up before Brodie's.
"Andrea White...hmm." With a quick glance at the boy she pushed off the wall she was leaning on and walked over to the near by park. She quickly took a seat on one of the benches that was unoccupied that faced the street. After a moment she watched a car lose control and listened to a piercing scream that was emitted from inside said car. She watched the car collided with another head on. With a sigh she got up and walked over to the car wreck, she had seen a lot more that were worser then this one, but it still made her feel bad for those inside them. Walking over to the passenger side she looked down at the small girl crying.
"Hey, its ok." The little girl looked up at her wide eyed. "Come with me and I promise you the pain will go away."
"What about my mommy!" She said. Cambridge glanced over at the women then down at her list. Flipping a page she said the womens name written lightly, getting bolder by the second.
"She'll meet you there, someone else will take her to you soon." Squatting down she held a timid hand out to her. "I wont hurt you Andee." The girl grabbed her hand and Cambridge smiled and took her up, dropping her off to the big man in the sky. Reaping did have it nice moments.

Miana sat under a willow tree in the local park, silently watching the people walk by, She loved watching the bubbly schoolgirls walk home and usually followed them to make sure they got there safely.
She saw a small group of girls and one boy heading towards the bus stop by the entrance to the park when she felt the list in her satchel start to gently flutter..
Miana slowly pulled out Her list wondering what her first task would be as a new Guardian Angel.

She unfurled the list and stared at the name materializing on the yellowed paper..
"Kendra Feren" She said under her breath, i guess i should look for her now.
Miana sighed and got up from her spot under the tree and quickly dashed to the gate of the park, she looked around the corner and started walking by the many stores and cafes, basking in the afternoon sun.

Not much later she found a teenage girl sitting in an alleyway with a razorblade and a small towel, Miana unrolled her list again and found a faded picture by the name Kendra Feren.
She identified her as the teenage girl and slowly walked towards her,
Kendra was breathing heavily, trying to hold back her tears and clean her razorblade cuts while Miana loomed over her.

"Kendra?.." Miana said softly.
"Y-yes? W-who are you?..and how do you know my name?" Kendra asked nervously.
"Well..im here to protect you for one thing, and to help you get to a safer place than this alleyway." Miana replied with a soft smile.
"Oh..I must be..um..well..You know.." Kendra said while crying quietly.
"Yeah..Im sorry, here." Miana extended her hand and helped Kendra up off the ground.
"So..here we go.." Miana said with a sigh as she walked with Kendra down the street.

Miana started to think she might enjoy helping these troubled teens into the next world..
--

Lily still sat under the oak tree feeling lost. Before got up and declared herself the worst guardian ever, a boy who seemed about her age tripped over her out-streched legs.

"O-Oh D-Dear! I'm so sorry." Lily blushed because she was nervous and shy, and because the boy looked liked he was going to kill her . Wait...he can see me? I thought humans couldn't see me.

The boy through a million curse words at her, but she seemed to forgive him.

"Hey, Daniel, why are you cursing a tree?" another boy said and walked away.

"WAIT WHY COULDN'T HE SEE YOU?" Daniel shouted at Lily. "I-I-I don't know." was all Lily could say.

Valentin had always hated hospitals for being so cold and sterile. The smell of all the harsh cleaning agents used to maintain their clinical whiteness was overpowering, and made him feel sick to his stomach; he was paler than usual when he approached the doors of the intensive care unit.

The receptionist who had buzzed him into the waiting room smiled reassuringly.

“Have you ever been inside an intensive care unit before?” she asked. Valentin returned the smile weakly and nodded his head. This was the first time he had been inside one to collect a soul, but a long series of overdoses before the one that killed him had landed him in intensive care more times than he cared to count.

The receptionist touched his arm lightly and offered him another comforting smile, before leaving him to wash his hands and venture into the unit alone.

Once the door had shut behind him, he moved to one side and rested his hands on his hips thoughtfully.

“Where are you, Evie?” he wondered aloud under his breath. No one in the room replied or even stirred, all apparently too heavily sedated to give a damn about what he was saying. He only had to wait for a couple of minutes before his question was answered by the urgent beeping and wailing of one of the machines a young woman nearby was hooked up to. “There you are,” he murmured.

None of the doctors who hurried in a few seconds later noticed Valentin, who by that point had made himself invisible to them. The receptionist would assume he had left in the confusion, and his disappearance would trouble her for a few nights before she forgot about it.

He glanced back at the closing door to ensure no one else was going to come in and collide with him, then made his way over to the bed that was now surrounded by doctors. Stood apart from them was a young woman, maybe not even twenty years old yet, clinging to the fabric of her hospital gown and looking thoroughly frightened.

Over the discordant sound of doctors calling to one another and telling the already-dead Evie that they were here to help her, Valentin called the girl over to him.

“Evie? Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go.”

She stared at him for a moment, as if confused, then shook her head a little and went to his side.

“Am I—” she began, and Valentin nodded.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not all that bad,” he assured her. She laughed nervously, and Valentin put a comforting arm around her shoulders as they left.

~

(Aha, sorry about the length. I got a bit carried away.)

((Hey. I PMed the owner of this roleplay asking to join. Does anyone know when the owner is going to be online?))

Lily thought, since he can see me...maybe I'm suppose to protect him. "Once again, I'm sorry for tripping yo-", she was cut off from Daniel, "Yeah, Yeah, whatever." Lily was relieved that he wasn't to upset.

"Hey, Daniel, want to come to Wendy's with me?" a boy said some distance away. He approached Daniel who was still staring at Lily. "Dude, whats so interesting about this tree? Are you coming or not?"

"In a minute." Daniel responded. The boy walked to the park's entrance. Daniel death glared Lily again. "Okay, thats the second person who couldn't see you, whats going on?" he demanded.

Lily didn't no what to tell this stranger. She then outstrechted her wings to show him she was an angel.

((So no one's going to answer my question? I'm just going to be ignored? Fine...))

(Patience is a virtue, Cricket.)

((I was ignored. It has nothing to do with patience, it has to do with being ignored. Someone could've at least acknowledged me.))

(Considering only one person was aware you posted, I'd say it has a lot to do with patience. xP If Lily doesn't know the answer to the question, there's no real reason why she should respond. Anyway, I don't know when the owner will be online. Probably fairly soon, but that's just judging on what time I recall her being online yesterday. :))