Post by DEATH on Oct 23, 2010 13:17:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,455,true][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/efpattern1.png] ❝ FROM THE MINUTE THAT I SAW HER ❞ SHE WAS DIFFERENT FROM THE REST, BUT I DIDN'T HEAR HER TALKING - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I WAS STARING AT HER CHEST DEATH WAS EXTRAORDINARILY BORED. He'd been circling the Pomegranate Grove for nearly an hour now, dragging his scythe along the ground. He had been waiting for another mission to capture a soul, but at the moment, it seemed like none existed. The poor teen grumbled profusely, as he had not yet gotten his coffee for the day. He hated the feeling of being half-awake - the lack of his morning cup-o-joe was almost as bad as losing an erection. Death sat down on a rock, letting his scythe drop with a pang to the ground beside him. He buried his head in his hands and sighed, unable to fix his current predicament. Usually Death was a pretty badass guy, he was the king of killing, or whatever, people feared him and his super-mega-awesome powers to take a human's soul. Why people feared him were beyond the dark-haired teen's knowledge. After all, he wasn't really a bad guy, he was just born with the power to take a human's soul when it came time for them to die. Death didn't even abuse his powers - he only used his powers when requested by the Underworld and his boss. Nevertheless, he had an image to maintain: the Grim Reaper! And for one, the Grim Reaper never sat around looking depressed due to lack of capture-requests or caffeine. Death threw his arms into the air and let out a yawn, stretching his back until the bones popped and cracked loudly. He removed the goggles from the top of his head and ran a hand through his messy hair, removing his long bangs from his eyes. He took a beanie cap from his pocket and pulled it down over his hair, keeping his unruly locks from getting into his dark red eyes; he snapped the goggles back on, over the cap, feeling very naked without them. He reached over to grab his scythe and stood up again. He circled the Pomegranate Grove for the millionth time before he grabbed a branch from the closest tree and pulled it down to eye-level, staring it over with half-open eyes. He took one of the magenta fruits from the branch and grasped it in his hands. he tossed it up in the air twice before slicing it open with his scythe. Death stared at the inside of the fruit, having never actually seen the inside of one before. Millions of little seeds stared back at him, giving the boy a chill down his spine, as if each of the seeds was another one of the pomegranate's eyes. Death shivered, but picked a seed from the pomegranate, he stared it over before shrugging and placing it in his mouth. It was disgusting. Never before had the boy tasted anything so... sour... and he decided on the spot that he hated the nasty old fruit. Why the Underworld had so many of the wretched things, the Grim Reaper had no idea. He threw the two halves of the pomegranate into the air and hit them with his scythe as if he was playing a game of baseball. Feeling rather bored again after his strange burst of energy, Death suddenly remembered he'd not yet had his regular cup of joe, and lost all traces of energy once again. He dragged his scythe back to the rock and let out a soft moan as the emptiness of having neither caffeine nor a good mission sunk in. He sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hands, and whined like a dog. Death raised his head suddenly as he felt the eyes of another on his back. "Who's there? he called warily, "And you didn't, by any chance, catch that last part, did you?" |
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[/font] Yeah.... so, um... that sucked! I kinda rambled a bit, trying to make it longer than one very sucky paragraph. But, of course, I failed! So, um... yeah... i hope I didn't fuck anything up too badly and my next reply (hopefully) will be better...[/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
