Post by tinasaurusrex on May 25, 2010 18:54:45 GMT
ODETTE MARIE ARKHAM !
DID YOU REMEMBER NOT TO TAKE THE WRONG ROAD?
[/font]DID YOU REMEMBER NOT TO TAKE THE WRONG ROAD?
yesterday back and forth broken door no longer opens breaking down need it now.
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I'M TIRED OF BEING WHAT
YOU WANT ME TO BE. FEELING SO FAITHLESS, LOST UNDER THE SURFACE.
[/font][/center]YOU WANT ME TO BE. FEELING SO FAITHLESS, LOST UNDER THE SURFACE.
FULL NAME !
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE
EXPECTING OF ME, PUT UNDER THE PRESSURE OF WALKING IN YOUR SHOES.
[/font][/center]EXPECTING OF ME, PUT UNDER THE PRESSURE OF WALKING IN YOUR SHOES.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES !
CAN'T YOU SEE THAT YOU'RE
SMOTHERING ME? HOLDING TOO TIGHTLY, AFRAID TO LOSE CONTROL.
[/font][/center]SMOTHERING ME? HOLDING TOO TIGHTLY, AFRAID TO LOSE CONTROL.
LIKES !
BECAUSE EVERYTHING YOU
THOUGHT I WOULD BE, HAS FALLEN APART RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.
[/font][/center]THOUGHT I WOULD BE, HAS FALLEN APART RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.
FATHER !
NAME/ALIAS: Tina
AGE: 19
GENDER: female
CONTACT INFORMATION: ask me again later once I know you all better.
RULES PASSWORD: Buffy staked Edward, the best ending to twilight I've heard.
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE:
WARNING:: THIS SAMPLE CONTAINS CURSING. AND IS FROM A BEETLEJUICE ROLE PLAY...That is all.
Where the fuck was that damn paper?
She had searched her office three times for it. THREE FUCKING TIMES! She was starting to get, how would one put it....amazingly pissed. More so the boss was going to have her ass, and the blonde happened to like her ass, so she felt like keeping it today. She let out a sigh and slinked back in her chair staring at the ceiling, many pencil holes lined the space above her, could you blame her though? Paperwork was just so boring, especially when the papers got up and left. Well, maybe they didn't but she would bet her afterlife, they were not in her little office. THREE TIMES! She tore her office up looking for the run away paper, and when she couldn't find it she put everything back in the place it belonged. But even so, how would one loose one of the most important papers in the netherworld? She couldn't fathom the trouble she would be in if that paper got into the wrong hands. She had lost papers before, but they always found their way back to her, but unfortunately she didn't think this was the case, she had a feeling that this paper would wait until it was too late and then show up again. Nimble fingers ran through straight blonde hair with a few black streaks, god how she wished she would have dyed it one solid color before she died, now she was stuck with this look forever, how cute. She would forever look twenty five, but that didn't seem to bother this young ghost much. It was the fact she had to work as a civil servant until she hit a certain amount of years or did something that had the same value.
Oh and to top off the missing paper, she had received word that Emma, the young woman that had 'died' pulled through right after she had given her the briefing, oh how Boss Lady wouldn't be to thrilled. The young caseworker knew that Aspirin would not be the cure for the headache she was going to receive after her meeting with the boss, but maybe if she were lucky the stupid Houdini papers would show up and save her ass a little. But somehow she knew her luck wasn't that good, and finding the papers was just to much to ask for. She sighed deeply and decided a quick walk around the building would help clear her mind, and help find the paper. Maybe she left it somewhere else...who knew. She stood up from her desk and brushed off the black tank top and jeans she was wearing, she hadn't figured out exactly if there was a way to get different clothing here in the Netherworld, but she highly doubted it, after all Mrs. Argentina hadn't changed her outfit for god knows how long. So the truth about dying was, you better hope you are wearing something you like or you may not get to wear something you like ever again. She left the little office that once was Juno's. Oh she remembered Juno well, Juno was her Caseworker, a harsh woman who smoked to much, but she helped her none the less, she had to admit the handbook wasn't an easy read, but it helped a lot. She remembered when she first got here. Her number was 999,988,888,882,234,343,299,990,000,000. That was the longest wait of her life, though it really didn't feel like it, it felt like a few hours, she had found a place next to a man who was poisoned to death, a tainted pastry. Vivian almost felt sorry for him, until she found out his wife poisoned him for cheating on her. That's when the pity went away and the conversation ended with Vivian saying something along the lines of 'well, if you kept your dick in your own house maybe you'd be alive.' Vivian hated cheaters.
After what Juno told her was five months she had her meeting with her. She explained the rules in more clearer words. "You have a choice, Jury Duty or Caseworker." She had done enough of that through her life so she picked the latter of the two. Caseworker. Juno explained the rules and responsibilities, showed her around told her she better get good at her work because she had three days to learn everything. And what seemed like only thirty minutes tops, she was now a full caseworker and Juno was gone. She learned fast and worked on easy cases, that only got her three or four afterlife points. It wasn't until recently that she had a larger duty. Five teens, all together, fuck she hated teenagers, but what could she do. The four kids that died at the old house were worth 400 points each. It would seem teens who accidentally die are worth more then those who kill themselves. Now the one who got away is a tricky subject. meaning, the one who got away was worth 300 points, but was brought back so she really doesn't count...only the thing is, once you are briefed on the otherside, and given the hand book you are suppose to stay dead. She didn't, and now she knows to much, Vivian herself could careless, the woman survived, good for her she get's to live the rest of her life go her! but the boss lady wouldn't like that, Vivian already knew the rules said that she would have to hunt down the woman and talk her into coming back with her...dead. after all from what Vivian understood it was protocol.
The smell of death took her in it's arms and made her gag a little, she would never get use to the smell of rotting corpses especially the ones who were actually really not ghosts but dead reanimated to work for them. She slipped passed a group of skeletons and out into the main office where all the dead filled paperwork that was less important. She sighed once more and side stepped to avoid a collision with Johnson, he was a semi truck accident victim. He was flatter then a pancake. "Hello Ms. Heart."
"Hello Johnson, how do you feel today?"
"Flat, but that's nothing new." He laughed as he was carried by a pulley off somewhere, Vivian shivered a little and walked passed the receptionist area, saying hello to the ladies, and then finally saying hello to Ms. Argentina. Before walking out into the waiting room. And slipping though the 'no exit' turnstiles, you see you had to be sneaky to make it out off the main area and out into the netherworld. Oh the netherworld, she had to stare at it through a plexiglass window, she had a ways to go before she could leave the bureau and live in the netherworld like the others. Until then she was stuck filling out paperwork and helping ghosts who couldn't help themselves. Not that it was a bad job, it just wasn't interesting to her. the thought of Andrew, the man she had loved, and the man whose death caused her to take her own life, he was out there somewhere, she just knew it. but she wasn't sure if he was waiting for her or settled down with some skank of a ghoul. Either way as soon as they let her out of this prison she would hunt him down and see if they were meant to be, if not she was sure there were other souls in the sea. A feeling happened, somewhere in her stomach, she had to stop thinking about things like this or her cases would suffer.
\So she moved back into the Bureau, and back to where her office was, a familiar 'Oh Vivian.' caused her to stop and look, Janet one of the dead girls more precisely a cheerleader caught in an industrial machine, called. "yes?" she said.
"lookin for something?" she spoke and held up a paper, OH THAT'S RIGHT! She had left it on Janet's desk last time she went to go netherworld gazing, she had asked her to proof read it.
"OH THANK YOU! IF I DIDN'T THINK I COULD GET WRITTEN UP FOR SEXUAL HARASSMENT, I THINK I WOULD KISS YOU!" she squealed happily and took the papers rushing back to her own office to finish filling them out. Ha sneaky little papers trying to get away! they were no match for Vivian.
Pen to paper, and another few hours to go, unless she got a visit from one of her cases, she knew this meeting with the boss wasn't going to be a pleasant one. After all, there were untrained Teen ghosts running around a well known haunt, and a living girl who knew they existed, today was sure going to be interesting, she wondered what the boss was going to have her go do. But now was not the time to wonder. It happened to be time to work, and work Vivian Ophelia Heart would do.
Where the fuck was that damn paper?
She had searched her office three times for it. THREE FUCKING TIMES! She was starting to get, how would one put it....amazingly pissed. More so the boss was going to have her ass, and the blonde happened to like her ass, so she felt like keeping it today. She let out a sigh and slinked back in her chair staring at the ceiling, many pencil holes lined the space above her, could you blame her though? Paperwork was just so boring, especially when the papers got up and left. Well, maybe they didn't but she would bet her afterlife, they were not in her little office. THREE TIMES! She tore her office up looking for the run away paper, and when she couldn't find it she put everything back in the place it belonged. But even so, how would one loose one of the most important papers in the netherworld? She couldn't fathom the trouble she would be in if that paper got into the wrong hands. She had lost papers before, but they always found their way back to her, but unfortunately she didn't think this was the case, she had a feeling that this paper would wait until it was too late and then show up again. Nimble fingers ran through straight blonde hair with a few black streaks, god how she wished she would have dyed it one solid color before she died, now she was stuck with this look forever, how cute. She would forever look twenty five, but that didn't seem to bother this young ghost much. It was the fact she had to work as a civil servant until she hit a certain amount of years or did something that had the same value.
Oh and to top off the missing paper, she had received word that Emma, the young woman that had 'died' pulled through right after she had given her the briefing, oh how Boss Lady wouldn't be to thrilled. The young caseworker knew that Aspirin would not be the cure for the headache she was going to receive after her meeting with the boss, but maybe if she were lucky the stupid Houdini papers would show up and save her ass a little. But somehow she knew her luck wasn't that good, and finding the papers was just to much to ask for. She sighed deeply and decided a quick walk around the building would help clear her mind, and help find the paper. Maybe she left it somewhere else...who knew. She stood up from her desk and brushed off the black tank top and jeans she was wearing, she hadn't figured out exactly if there was a way to get different clothing here in the Netherworld, but she highly doubted it, after all Mrs. Argentina hadn't changed her outfit for god knows how long. So the truth about dying was, you better hope you are wearing something you like or you may not get to wear something you like ever again. She left the little office that once was Juno's. Oh she remembered Juno well, Juno was her Caseworker, a harsh woman who smoked to much, but she helped her none the less, she had to admit the handbook wasn't an easy read, but it helped a lot. She remembered when she first got here. Her number was 999,988,888,882,234,343,299,990,000,000. That was the longest wait of her life, though it really didn't feel like it, it felt like a few hours, she had found a place next to a man who was poisoned to death, a tainted pastry. Vivian almost felt sorry for him, until she found out his wife poisoned him for cheating on her. That's when the pity went away and the conversation ended with Vivian saying something along the lines of 'well, if you kept your dick in your own house maybe you'd be alive.' Vivian hated cheaters.
After what Juno told her was five months she had her meeting with her. She explained the rules in more clearer words. "You have a choice, Jury Duty or Caseworker." She had done enough of that through her life so she picked the latter of the two. Caseworker. Juno explained the rules and responsibilities, showed her around told her she better get good at her work because she had three days to learn everything. And what seemed like only thirty minutes tops, she was now a full caseworker and Juno was gone. She learned fast and worked on easy cases, that only got her three or four afterlife points. It wasn't until recently that she had a larger duty. Five teens, all together, fuck she hated teenagers, but what could she do. The four kids that died at the old house were worth 400 points each. It would seem teens who accidentally die are worth more then those who kill themselves. Now the one who got away is a tricky subject. meaning, the one who got away was worth 300 points, but was brought back so she really doesn't count...only the thing is, once you are briefed on the otherside, and given the hand book you are suppose to stay dead. She didn't, and now she knows to much, Vivian herself could careless, the woman survived, good for her she get's to live the rest of her life go her! but the boss lady wouldn't like that, Vivian already knew the rules said that she would have to hunt down the woman and talk her into coming back with her...dead. after all from what Vivian understood it was protocol.
The smell of death took her in it's arms and made her gag a little, she would never get use to the smell of rotting corpses especially the ones who were actually really not ghosts but dead reanimated to work for them. She slipped passed a group of skeletons and out into the main office where all the dead filled paperwork that was less important. She sighed once more and side stepped to avoid a collision with Johnson, he was a semi truck accident victim. He was flatter then a pancake. "Hello Ms. Heart."
"Hello Johnson, how do you feel today?"
"Flat, but that's nothing new." He laughed as he was carried by a pulley off somewhere, Vivian shivered a little and walked passed the receptionist area, saying hello to the ladies, and then finally saying hello to Ms. Argentina. Before walking out into the waiting room. And slipping though the 'no exit' turnstiles, you see you had to be sneaky to make it out off the main area and out into the netherworld. Oh the netherworld, she had to stare at it through a plexiglass window, she had a ways to go before she could leave the bureau and live in the netherworld like the others. Until then she was stuck filling out paperwork and helping ghosts who couldn't help themselves. Not that it was a bad job, it just wasn't interesting to her. the thought of Andrew, the man she had loved, and the man whose death caused her to take her own life, he was out there somewhere, she just knew it. but she wasn't sure if he was waiting for her or settled down with some skank of a ghoul. Either way as soon as they let her out of this prison she would hunt him down and see if they were meant to be, if not she was sure there were other souls in the sea. A feeling happened, somewhere in her stomach, she had to stop thinking about things like this or her cases would suffer.
\So she moved back into the Bureau, and back to where her office was, a familiar 'Oh Vivian.' caused her to stop and look, Janet one of the dead girls more precisely a cheerleader caught in an industrial machine, called. "yes?" she said.
"lookin for something?" she spoke and held up a paper, OH THAT'S RIGHT! She had left it on Janet's desk last time she went to go netherworld gazing, she had asked her to proof read it.
"OH THANK YOU! IF I DIDN'T THINK I COULD GET WRITTEN UP FOR SEXUAL HARASSMENT, I THINK I WOULD KISS YOU!" she squealed happily and took the papers rushing back to her own office to finish filling them out. Ha sneaky little papers trying to get away! they were no match for Vivian.
Pen to paper, and another few hours to go, unless she got a visit from one of her cases, she knew this meeting with the boss wasn't going to be a pleasant one. After all, there were untrained Teen ghosts running around a well known haunt, and a living girl who knew they existed, today was sure going to be interesting, she wondered what the boss was going to have her go do. But now was not the time to wonder. It happened to be time to work, and work Vivian Ophelia Heart would do.
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY INDIGO SKIES OF CAUTION.
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