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Post by RILEY RAINES on Feb 1, 2013 0:41:46 GMT -6
 "Ahem," He cleared his throat, the blonde moving to adjust his bright yellow shirt for a moment. Alright. How was he going to start doing this? It had been a little while since he had last made the attempt of reporting. Maybe his skills were a little rusty. But this was a new era to reporting, he thought. A whole new world full of new things to get news about and to talk about to the rest of the world. Though with that said, it wasn't quite as easy as easy as he had hoped it would be. To begin with, he had zero camera crew. Not enough light exposure to keep him from looking too pale. And absolutely no make up artists. Like how was he supposed to present himself?
If he wasn't looking like a fine ass motherfucker every day? Impossible! ... well. Actually. He always looked good even on his bad days. But that really wasn't the point here. The point was that reporting was a tough job! Especially in the underworld. It was all about presentation. If you gave a bad impression, people stopped listening. And presentation started with how you greeted the audience. Right? Right. Well. This was a new world, a new place. Maybe a new greeting would suffice? Good morning, Riley Raines... No that sounded too normal. Too stereotypical. He needed to mix it up a little.
Sup playas, Riley Raines... No. That sounded even stupider than the last one. The blonde hadn't been left alone to think for long before a soccer ball came flying at the side of his face, promptly startling the reporter and forcing him to the ground. His microphone dropped too, the man instinctively moving to rub the injured part of his face before shaking his fist at the children of the park. "Try to do that to me again, you little fuckers!" He shouted, puffing out his cheeks in frustration. It was always kind of annoying to be down here, he thought.
Those kids usually didn't have their parents with them. For good reasons too but. Even if it was kind of sad to think that they died so young, it didn't make it any easier on any of the other residents of the underworld- another ball collided with his face, the blonde collapsing to the ground in defeat. It wasn't even worth getting up for. He was dizzy and now his face hurt and it was probably going to swell. He needed some ice for that or something. Dang kids. Oh well. Nothing that could be done that hadn't been done already. He could tell when he wasn't wanted!
He sniffled, moving to sit up. His eyes focused on the ground as he rubbed his cheek, Riley pausing only for a brief moment to respond to the looming shadow that had been cast over his small form. "What? Can't you see I'm busy being in agony?" His pretty face! God, why was his life such a tragedy! He wasn't going to be able to record for weeks until the swelling went down. Well alright. Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal. But ... it hurt. He had every right to be cranky right? "Little fuckers and their stupid ball... can't even kick properly..." He grumbled, continuing to look away from the stranger. "I'll move in a second. I know when I'm not wanted by the little brats."
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MEREDITH WELTALL
Human 
there is nothing in the desert, and no man needs nothing.
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Post by MEREDITH WELTALL on Feb 2, 2013 5:41:04 GMT -6
Perhaps she had expected something else from this kind of life, some kind of mysterious secret that would turn her way of thinking upside down, a revelation of some sort that would change her, shatter her to the core, but it never came. Her only surprise was that she was living in a world where science was not needed. She was not needed there, so why couldn't she just, you know, die, as in die, cease to exist, even as an entity in this Underworld? Yet there she was, a physicist even after death, a part of an exceptionally small group of people like her, who could not do and did not know how to do anything else except the one thing they had dedicated their lives to. A bright shade of yellow caught her eye and she lifted her gaze from her book to take in the rather hilarious image of a young man being hit twice by a ball. Honestly, could he ever stop getting in all kinds of trouble? Meredith had seen him before around Asphodel, a rather childish person for his age (he looked old enough to be considered a man, right?) and his personality had not once gotten him in all sort of serious talks with the old ladies down the street she lived on. Dostoevsky could wait, she had other things to take care of right now. Giving the young bullies a serious look, she headed for the blonde and could have sworn the kids would have launched an attack on her too if it weren't for a man's grumbling and their stifled giggles as they ran off to who knew where. "Are you alright?" Not that she'd have cared. Honestly, a few soccer balls to the face couldn't break him, especially since the force those kids used to kick it was considerably smaller than the one of an adult or anything of the sort. But her brain needed a break from physics. Now. The thought of her own children passed through her mind for a brief moment and her expression softened a little. If he'd have been alive, he could have called her own kids like that. "I don't think you were any better when you were their age." A mere assumption, but she crossed her arms against her chest, thus emphasizing her seriousness. all around me Running through me Your love is a melody Underneath me Running to me OH YOUR LOVE IS A SONG |
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Post by RILEY RAINES on Feb 4, 2013 11:31:20 GMT -6
He hadn't thought too deeply about the situation that he was placed in. He could admit it, he thought. His death was a little more than humiliating, he thought. The fact that he had died on the camera. What if they censored what had happened? After all, he supposed there wouldn't have been anything pleasant about watching his death blown up on the screen. He swallowed hard, lifting his hand gently to graze the spot where the bullet had lodged itself prior. How humiliating. And to make matters worse, it always hurt there now. Like it ached and followed him even after death.
Or maybe it was because of the soccer balls colliding with his face. Damn kids. He had never been fond of the little gremlins. He was perfectly behaved as a child and he really couldn't understand why the other didn't seem to be capable of the same thing. Cruel, he thought. At least when he hit people, he apologized for it. He groaned, rubbing the side of his face a bit miserably. Shit, it was going to get swollen or something and ugh. Just. He wanted to die. This wasn't fair at all. He couldn't hit little kids back because apparently that was wrong. Even in this world. What was the worse that could happen? They got bruised too. ...er. Well. He supposed he wouldn't have liked making a kid cry either.
The voice was familiar. All too much so for that matter. The blonde looked up, blinking slowly as he looked upon the form of the other. Eh? She looked familiar too. ... Mere? Was that Mere? He blinked quietly, surprise evident in his eyes. What the ... the hell? When did Mere get here? Or had she always been here and he was too wrapped up in his own world? No. He wasn't selfish at all, he thought. "Mere?" He asked dumbly, blinking his eyes questioningly. What? How was she here? He would have thought that the other would have taken Death down into a chokehold before she would have willingly come along.
It was weird. She looked young too. Did that mean that she had died only recently? He didn't know. Had she always been like this? How long had she even had been here? But even with that said, he thought. He wasn't very comfortable asking about how the other had arrived in the underworld as it were. It was always a little dark to think back on someone's death. "Yeah. I'm alright." He replied, heaving himself up off of the ground and moving to pull his camera off of the stand. It was weird. Seeing someone he knew down here. It was even weirder to think that Mere had ended up here. She was smart. Really smart. It was a shame for the living world, he thought.
Because as far as he knew, science didn't really exist here. Not in this world when everything was supposedly produced by some god of death. To which he was thankful. It would have sucked to die and simply cease existing. Riley merely rolled his eyes, laughing a little. For the first time in a while actually. "Excuse me. I was a perfect child when I was younger." He retorted, sarcasm evident in his words. "Namé was the rowdy one out of all of us. You know him. Beating me up every day and stealing my lunch money." He moved, wiping away a nonexistent tear. "The brute." He looked up then, offering the same silly grin that typically graced his features. "What are you doing 'round these parts, Mere? I would have thought your nose would be in a book or somethin'."
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