Sign Ups OOC Grace Baek Days: 259 Kalos: 15 Kakos: 35 “And I’m saying that you got it wrong. I asked for a crease in the pants, I don’t know what the fuck you did, but that’s not a crease, it’s a fuck up.” Grace snapped at the dry cleaning and mending reaper lady who just refused to admit that she was wrong and give the deserved refund. Pointing at the pants, the lady insisted in a monotone voice. “You asked for me to take in the waist line a bit, and that’s what I did.” The reaper stated and Grace swore she was about to bust a vein. “Why in the fuck, would I ask you to take in the waist? And even if I did, you didn’t just take in the waist you took in the pockets, and the crotch area. How am I supposed to wear this shit when it looks jacked to hell? I want my money back!” Grace snapped, shoving the ‘no longer pants thing’ back at the reaper and holding her hand out for the payment. There was no way she was leaving without getting some type of justice. The reaper narrowed her eyes at Grace and within the two minutes of silence, Grace knew what was about to happen. Damn, she should have brought her ear plugs. SSKKKKRRREEE--- The female reaper began but before she could let out a full blown screech, another reaper--a male-- stepped up to the counter and murmured something in the lady reaper’s ear. The first reaper’s jaw snapped shut and she seemed to go back to normal. “Oh I’m so sorry Miss, it seems I mixed up your order with someone elses. Here’s your refund.” Completely satisfied, Grace walked out of the Dry Cleaners and Mending shop, ignoring the incredulous looks that the other customers gave her. She couldn’t care less, honestly. She wasn’t going to be anyone’s punk. Striding towards her truck, she unlocked the door and climbed in. Of course she didn’t have the trailer with her, that one was at the wash. She didn’t get any jobs this week so she was free to do as she pleased. And at the moment she had a strong craving for a calzone. Noah Felix Days: 365 Kalos: 0 Kakos: 0 What had happened? One minute he was smiling at three small kittens and thinking about where he was going to take them to get checked out, and the next minute he was standing in the river below the bridge beside a mangled and bloody body. Not just any body. His. It was his face that he was staring down at. His face that looked so shocked and frozen in terror and agony all at the same time. How in the world had this happened? He had just been trying to save those kittens. Now what was going to happen? What about his grandmother? The sheriff was going to find his broken body and he would have to let her know. Oh God, how would she take that? Her only son, gone. Fallen from a bridge because he was a fool. A damn fool! “Oh Mom, I’m so sorry!” Noah whimpered falling to his knees beside his body. He reached towards his body and tried to grasp it, but his transparent fingers slipped through and grabbed at nothing but air. He thought that maybe, he’d be able to get back inside, like in the movies. And maybe he could pretend like nothing happened and he could just go back to how things were. He would never put his life in danger ever again! If he ever saw trouble he would call the police like he should! “It is impossible.” A monotonous voice murmured from behind him. Noah whirled around to see a young lady with light gray skin and equally light gray eyes. She was dressed in a loose black dress and she was holding a red noose in her hands. “Once a soul leaves its body, it can never return unless it is reincarnated and even then, it is given a new body.” “Wh-who are you?” Noah whimpered, backing up, to get as far away from the woman as possible. His efforts turned out to be useless, as the woman reached his position in two quick steps. She held the noose out to him. “I am called Dionne and I am a reaper. It is time for you to leave this world. However because you have done an equal amount of good and bad deeds, you cannot enter Heaven or Hell. You must come with me to the Undercity where you will live again and your actions will determine your destination. Come now.” Before Noah could react, the woman slipped the noose over his neck, down his shoulders and around his waist. The noose tightened and Noah found that no matter how hard he resisted and fought, he could not get loose and he was forced to follow the strange gray lady. “Please just let me say goodbye to my mother!” Noah pleaded. “It is impossible.” Was the only response. As they walked, Noah’s body became just a spec in the distance, but he could hear the police sirens and the screams of the poor guy who had found him. He hoped his mother was nowhere around and that she hadn't seen his remains. “Get in.” Noah’s thoughts dispersed as he realized that he and the reaper were now standing in front of a simplistic looking boat. It was made entirely out of wood and there were only two seats, one for him and the reaper probably. As soon as Noah stepped inside the boat, a fog suddenly fell and he could only see what was in front of him. A dark river, that pulled them along without the reaper needing to row. It seemed like forever that they were floating along the river, but they were soon bathed in warm sunlight as they approached a port. Noah’s jaw dropped as he stared at the bright city before him. It looked like the pictures of New York that he had seen on postcards! Everything was so...Beautiful! When they docked, Noah scrambled eagerly from the boat and would have walked off to explore if the reaper hadn’t pulled him back. “Wait. Two things are necessary before you enter the city. First, I will give you back your physical form. Second, I must give you your orientation. It will take at least three hours. Listen well.” When the Dionne was finished explaining how life worked in the Undercity, she gave Noah directions to his new home and let him go. Clutching his stone tablet to his chest, Noah entered the city.