LiviathRose
Eliminating the Heart
Welcome to the up town of New York with bustling streets, busy people and a disaster around almost every corner. There are a wide range of activities to do, events and plenty of jobs to go around to make a living as long as you can juggle a few of them. However, you're dead. So, why do you need to make a living you may ask. Despite you being dead, people can still see you though you have taken on a new identity and you are trying to survive while doing the dirty work of guiding souls to the afterlife. Some Reapers have seen the evolution of man over the centuries of years while others are just starting out and learning to cope without some of their favorite things. Fear not as you are heading to a meeting with your boss, Heleana who is running one of the Public Libraries in New York which is more than fitting for her quiet demeanor. If you can't be early, don't be late. She's waiting and we all have a full day ahead of ourselves.
The voices of strangers talking echoed throughout the streets of New York arguing, or debating. Not a single positive conversation could be heard as Heleana strutted past like a ghost on a moonlit night. Her heels clicked against the concrete as she made her way to the Library to meet with some of her colleagues for the day. As the library came into view, there were a small crowd lingering in front of the steps holding a few signs that read "The End is Near". Heleana walked up to the crowd as if she was on a mission.
"Excuse me, this is the Public Library not some god-bearing church. Get out of here before I have you removed by force." She said almost sweetly that did not fit her posture.
One of the men from the crowd walked up to her but before he could speak towards her, she placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned in whisper. "Get your people out of here, or I'll show you what the end looks like." The shaggy looking man, took a step back and looked at the crowd. He signaled them to move as Heleana walked past him and up into the library. The doors creaked as if to welcome her back into her home as she took a slow stroll down the aisle.
Down towards the back, she placed her black suitcase down on one of the tables that shared about six seats. Opening it up, she scanned the room looking for any fellow Reapers perhaps that arrived early. She didn't see anything right away as her aged, hazel eyes looked back down towards the suitcase as she began organizing the paperwork on the table. Rumor had that a new face was coming around, but she could not confirm as usually she picks them up from wherever they lived or died leaving her wondering why such an odd change. Running her porcelain hand through the blonde locks of hair, she let out a frustrated sigh before sitting down and beginning to write on some papers hoping some friendly face would bring a coffee or two.
The voices of strangers talking echoed throughout the streets of New York arguing, or debating. Not a single positive conversation could be heard as Heleana strutted past like a ghost on a moonlit night. Her heels clicked against the concrete as she made her way to the Library to meet with some of her colleagues for the day. As the library came into view, there were a small crowd lingering in front of the steps holding a few signs that read "The End is Near". Heleana walked up to the crowd as if she was on a mission.
"Excuse me, this is the Public Library not some god-bearing church. Get out of here before I have you removed by force." She said almost sweetly that did not fit her posture.
One of the men from the crowd walked up to her but before he could speak towards her, she placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned in whisper. "Get your people out of here, or I'll show you what the end looks like." The shaggy looking man, took a step back and looked at the crowd. He signaled them to move as Heleana walked past him and up into the library. The doors creaked as if to welcome her back into her home as she took a slow stroll down the aisle.
Down towards the back, she placed her black suitcase down on one of the tables that shared about six seats. Opening it up, she scanned the room looking for any fellow Reapers perhaps that arrived early. She didn't see anything right away as her aged, hazel eyes looked back down towards the suitcase as she began organizing the paperwork on the table. Rumor had that a new face was coming around, but she could not confirm as usually she picks them up from wherever they lived or died leaving her wondering why such an odd change. Running her porcelain hand through the blonde locks of hair, she let out a frustrated sigh before sitting down and beginning to write on some papers hoping some friendly face would bring a coffee or two.