death of a born loser

[tmuyo]

ooc: (inspired by piers anthony's incarnations of immortality series)

when people think of death, they think of a few things. a sickle, a black shroud, a skeleton perhaps. now all in all that's true, but these are just the tools of the trade.

now what if you were to learn that death was not immortal? yes, he is ageless, but to take this position there is only one way. and those who take it are those who take it by accident.....

john doe had nothing going for him his entire life. every corner he turned was never the right one. he'd been convicted of a manslaughter charge he had no part of and his family cast him out. at the age of 20, his newlywed wife left him for his best friend during their honeymoon.

john is...as most would think...a born loser. and you're right.....

ic:

*click*....."i can't believe it," *whirrrrrrrrr*.....*click*....."the bitch left me for him..." *whirrrrrrrr*.....*click* "why...?".....*whirrrrrrr*

i pull the cold metal of my revolver from my temple and place it upon the table. i take a big swig of the cheap whisky botle before me.

i stare at the gun...."why is it so easy to kill myself, but not that cheating bitch and that asshole?"

staring at the gun once more, a wild look takes over as i place it once again to my temple. pulling the trigger slowly i feel the hammer cocking backward, coming closer to my own end.

i hear a knocking at my apartment door and yell for them to go away. i inch the trigger farther back and i see a figure walk through my door. not opening the door, but passing through it. although shocked i still watch as it walks slowly toward me. the bleached white of bones peeking out from under a thick black shroud. a sickle 8 ft tall in his right hand, coming closer to me.

without thinking i point the gun in the direction of the figure and fire......

the body of the figure falls slowly, lifelessly to the warped wood floors.

i can do nothing but sit and watch, staring at what i realize to be death. time itself seems to have stopped in my apartment, as i hear nothing but the reverberation of the sound of the trigger being pulled in my mind.

"what the fuck was that...?" i murmur, unable to tear my eyes from the form on the ground. slowly i walk toward the form. i see a small pool of blood appearing around the figure. i begin to worry....

the figure moves it's right hand within the shroud and pulls out a slip of paper. leaving it upon its bleached forehead.

i look at it and am showcked at what i see:

Thank You.

you have ended my torment of taking lives
and removed my guilt fro this world to which
power i will now pass onto. now it is for you
to go and do what i have done for the last
127 years.

---
upon finishing the note it becomes a suicide letter with my name on it.

as i look to the body, i now see my body lying dead before me. no longer do i see the figure of death. i run toward the door in my confusion. i reach for the knob as my momentum carries me through the door.

"what the hell...?" i say, looking back toward the shut door in it's less than pristine condition. "why didn't it open?"


*3 years have passed*

(note: i will be back later tonight to finish the addition to this post, so that i can add characters as i develop)

 

[tmuyo]

i walk through the subway unnoticed. my cloak about me and my bleached bones showing from under. i pass through the toll turner without paying. moving to a group of people i look to my watch directing me to the victim. as i approach i see a man mugged and stabbed in the adam's apple as he resists. the victims eyes glaze over and i quickly reach in and pull his soul to keep him from suffering any longer. his soul is balanced of evil and good. i send it to eternity and move on to the next.

i enter a rundown apartment building, and i walk into a room that sets me back to mind 3 years previous. a young woman sits in a bathroom much to much like the apartment i lived in 3 years previous. in fact, i begain to realize that it was my very same apartment. watching the young woman i see her preparing to slit her wrists....i pull away my shroud and my mask. appearing befoe her caused her to came as a shock to her. she dropped the razor and fell near the tub. staring at me.

"who the fuck are you?" she stammered, "what are you doing in my apartment?"

"i'm death. i lived here before you did, which is why i stopped you. i was ready to commit suicide because my life was shit. luck had it so that something happened and i didn't go through with it," i say, while starting to notice that she is actually a very pretty woman, "why would you do this to yourself?"

"i don't know what you've ben tripping on mister, but this is MY apartment and if i want to die then i'm sure as hell going to do it," she says.

grabbing her and pulling her into a kiss, she fights and then subsides.


ooc: ok, i need someone to play this woman, any takers? realize that this storyline is odd and different but will not have an immediate entrance into sex or the likes.