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Topic Started: July 19, 2010, 12:40 pm (462 Views)
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The first thing that Aiden noticed about the place he woke up in was the unsettling amount of grey.

The second thing he noticed was that it wasn't heaven, hell, home, or hospital.

The third thing he noticed was the disturbingly gaunt man staring at him.

Aiden sat up, rubbing his aching head and just as soon discovering the gaping hole on his left temple; he shrieked in surprise, jumping back and whamming his already pained head against the unforgiving brick wall behind him. It was at this point that he fully noticed where he was, and realized that the disturbingly gaunt man was just that; disturbing. He stood stock-still, a single finger going just inside his wound and the other hand grabbing his face. Staring back at the strange man, he slowly moved his hands down, curling his legs up to him upon the mattress on which he sat. It was tempting to just cover his eyes and wait for the man to go away, as unlikely as that was. He seemed to be made of stone, his long and greasy black hair framing his face in a way that was as equally upsetting as the massive impression of grey all around him. Without a word, the grizzled man stood up, revealing how tall he was; Aiden scooched back, frightened at the gigantic man. He could've been seven feet tall, for all Aiden could see from his low point. His hair reached halfway down his back, falling over his shoulders and face. Stark brown eyes stared down at Aiden from their high vantage point.

The man kept looking straight at Aiden, then a pained expression crossed his face.

"Well, fuck, aren'tya gonna say somethin'?" he said, eyes rolling, his mouth opening wide as it pronounced every word, showing off grimy teeth that were obviously not well-maintained. Aiden remained in a shocked silence, his mind in pieces. He quickly moved to pick them up and stammered out a response.

"I-I'm, what..." Aiden mumbled, then coughed. "Where am I?"

The man looked like he wanted to grin, but didn't quite seem to be able to pull it off. What happened looked more like an agonized grimace.

"Now I know what type o' person you are. Y'see, most people that wake up here ask one of two questions when they see me; they'll say, "Where am I?" or "Who are you?". The people who ask the first one, y'see, are rational people. I can tell that you are not a people person. Yer a thinkin' person. People who ask the secon' one are people lookin' fer a friend in this world. Now lemme make your time here a bit simpler and tell ya: you won't find any friends here. Not me, and not anyone else. Now get yer ass up and wipe that godawful look off o' yer face. I want you out of my fuckin' house."

At this outpouring, Aiden was absolutely dumbfounded. It was not what he expected from this giant of a man; not even close. He tried to comprehend everything that the man had said, but it just didn't quite seem to click in his bullet-filled head.

"What di- how're... what is..." Aiden fumbled over his words, trying to gather his newly-shattered thoughts into something coherent.

"You heard me. I don't care what yer story is, I want you out. This ain't the first time I had someone pop up in my house. You little fuckers come around in here every once in a while, and always on that stupid mattress. I've tried gettin' rid of the damned thing; trust me, it don't work. I just want you morons outta here. Find someone else to explain how this world works for ya. I'm done bein' useful and helpful to you insufferable assholes. Get out."

Aiden nodded, still uncomprehending, but understanding the basic message. It was a basic "GTFO", something he could get quite easily. He stood up quickly, almost falling over in the attempt, his heart racing for no reason. This man frightened him greatly, with his insane height and gruff voice. Aiden stumbled and shuffled out of the small grey room, looking back and seeing its previous unnoticed appearance. It was just three walls and a doorway, slightly larger than a closet, with a piss-stained mattress filling almost the entire thing. The unnamed man stared at Aiden as he made his way down the equally grey hallway, ignoring the also grey rooms that he passed and following the unevenly spray-painted arrows that very obviously had been there for quite a well, leading directly down the long hallway and through the battered front door.

He walked into the sunlight, ready to shield his eyes from brightness, but found the sun to be rather lacklustre in appearance, seeming to almost lazily put off its burning rays, although "burning" was hardly the appropriate term. It felt like walking around in lukewarm water, but without the water part. It was simultaneously humid and dry, the whole place seeming to hold this feeling of pure apathy and misery. The ground was a cracked and dry mix of dappled black, brown, and grey, bits of scrap metal laying around here and there, the stereotypical tumbleweed ever-present in the surrounding landscape. The house was not alone; there were several in the surrounding area, all built around a dilapidated road that seemed to go off eternally in both directions. He found himself in what appeared to be a small town of sorts, all of its inhabitants seeming just as gaunt and mean-tempered as the man he had woken up to.

Aiden struggled to remember what had happened before this. It came easily enough; he had shot himself. His hand absentmindedly trailed back up to his head wound, confirming its existence and recoiling away from the strange texture.

He jumped and yelped as a loud voice sounded off behind him.

"Get away! Yer too close to the house! I don't wanna see yer ass anywhere near here! I'm tired o' dealin' with you people!"

Aiden got the message clearly this time, and scampered off into the never-ending four-lane road, staring down at the houses and buildings that surrounded him.

If I killed myself, then this is one shithole of a heaven. he thought.
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For once in my life my room was clean. The sky was dark as I sat on the roof outside my window, turning my hunting knife over and over, watching it gleam hungrily in the light coming from the lamp in my room. I had been putting this off all day, to say I wasn't scared would be lying. I remembered the phonecall from the hellsapwn calling itself my father. I turned my wrist over and brought the knife down. My eyes opened wide from shock of pain and gushing blood. I switched the knife over to the other hand, which was trembling uncontrollably and slashed my other wrist. The second cut was messy, and managed to bleed more than the first one. I felt lightheaded and I soon collapsed on the roof, my head hazy. Then I started to slide, my blood making the tin roof slick, I was going to fall over the edge. I weakly tried to grab something, but everything was slick with my blood. I slid agonizingly slow, my severed wrists dragging along, the only part of me that seemed real. I continued to fade as I neared the edge of the roof. Eventually I guess I must have fallen, but it would have been my corpse that hit the ground.

I faded into conciousness slowly, my head felt foggy and I was extremely groggy. I opened one eye a squint, still absentmidedly thinking about the weird dream I had just woken from. Sunlight glared in in between my lids. I groaned and felt something digging into my back. I tried to roll and hit the back of the scratchy, smelly, sun-baked couch. I opened my eyes fully, confused. I sat up straight. I was off the side of a deserted highway in the middle of, Utah? "What the fuck?" I asked the hot, humid air. The couch I had been sleeping on was complete trash, and other dilapidated objects were strewn off the side of the highway in random piles of rusting clutter. It had been a rusty spring sticking through the sofa that was digging into my back.

I looked into the dull sky, sheilding my eyes with an arm. The sky, even the sun looked dusty. Then I noticed the garsh white scar on my wrist. I started and looked at my other wrist. A jagged scar from a shaking hand. So it wasn't a dream. I had really done it. Did that mean I was dead? But how was that possible? And where the fuck was I? It sure was hot enough for me to be in hell. I groaned as I got off the couched, an unhappy melancholy settled over me as I did. I knew one thing, this place sucked. I walked out to the road, pausing to stare at a busted refrigerator surrounded by the broken glass from shattered beer bottles. I looked up and down each side of the road. No cars, nothing but empty road shimmering in the heat. I picked a direction and started hiking, thumb up in the trdaitional hitchhiker's fashion.
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What a trip that must have been, Olivier thought to herself as she pushed herself up. With one hand plated solidly on the floor and another attached to her forehead, she opened her eyes. The room was plain and boring. It definitely wasn't the house from the night before. She removed the hand on her head to use it as a prop. Using both hands, she pushed herself up and into a standing position.

Her legs were a bit unsteady. She wobbled to the side before catching onto a wall behind her. Who's house is this? she wondered. It wasn't anybody's she knew. She had crashed in so many places in her lifetime and this one was not familiar. When her legs felt strong enough, she began to walk around, inspecting the house.

No one was around. The small home was just that: small. It was also very empty and still. No one responded when she called out. Finally, Olivier found what she hoped what a front door. She walked out into the hot, still air and inhaled sharply. The dull light made her eyes ache and the heat was not enjoyable. Her stomach reacted to the air too. It turned slightly and pulled at her. What did I have last night? And where the fuck did I end up?

This town certainly wasn't familiar. Olivier left the door wide open and walked off the two steps that led to it. A part of her wanted sunglasses to avoid this terrible light. Her eyes burned and she had to put a hand up to shield them. Everything here seemed drab and boring. She dropped her hand and sighed. "Might as well get walking. The only way out of hell is probably right in front of me," she headed for town, following the road in front of her.
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There was an extremely annoying pang coming from the back of Sam's head. She grumbled to herself incoherently as she raised herself onto her elbows and rubbed at her head. What the hell was this supposed to be? It wasn't heaven, that was for sure. It wasn't hell either. Sam stared up at the gray, blank sky with utter contempt. Great, she'd landed in the middle of nowhere.

"Just great. I want to get out of nowhere and I end up in nowhere. Death is just as rediculous as life," she practically growled as she moved her body away from the random and abandoned couch that lay on the side of the road. It was an awkward position to be in; Her legs were on top of the couch while from her midsection and up was on the ground. That would explain the pain in her skull.

Sam stood up, wobbling a bit as she got back her sense of balance. It was only moments ago she was free falling. She was dizzy and bruised. Well, isn't that a jab at her way of exiting the world. Wasn't she not supposed to feel anything now? She sighed as she dusted off her jeans and hair, all messed up and filled with sand. This place was so barren like a desert. Except... there was a building a few miles down from where she was.

Whipping her head around, Sam looked down the other way the road was going. Well, this road was definitely going to a buttload of nothing. She scratched her head as her bare feet sunk into the hot sand. It sort of felt nice the way the sand and dirt moved inbetween her toes, almost as if she was on a beach. But she wasn't. Sam was in limbo with nothing around her but a scratched up, spring-exposed couch and an abandoned building.

Well, buildings were her specialty, so why not explore? Sam pulled back her hair, not liking how it was sticking to her neck, and tied it up into a ponytail before walking towards the place. It was a one-level shack of sorts, or maybe a really worn down house. The walls' paint was peeling on both the outside and inside. The exterior bricks that bordered the building's foundation were cracked and deterioting.

There was a crunch as Sam's foot stepped over the threshold. She looked down, raising her foot to spot a broken beer bottle. Well, that was something she never got tired of seeing. Well, she did before but now she was just used to the sight of bottles all over. Sam continued to manuever her way through the house, glancing at the one piece of furniture that appeared in the living room. It was a recliner, leaned back and facing the window, which was broken in its left panel. No tv?

Sam shook her head as she scanned the place for any signs of life, or food. She was kind of hungry. Who knew being dead could cause an empty stomach! Nah, it wasn't that. She'd killed herself before having breakfast, not really thinking 'Oh, I should take a snack for when I drop off into a piece of shit desert.' Yeah, it just hadn't been on her list of priorities.

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That asshole. He'll regret it this time. Daddy's little princess will be gone. He wont have anyone to touch like that anymore. I just wish I could stick around long enough to see the look on his face when he sees my cold bloody corpse on his spotless bathroom floor.

Sarah went into her father's bathroom, taking his combat knife from his dresser on the way. She began running water in the sink, slowly sliding the blade over her left wrist, digging deeper then she ever had before. Shaking with the high the pain gave her, she transferred the blade to her left hand, the blood already covering her fingers. This time she did it faster, the cut was sloppier and deeper then the first. The loss of blood was making her dizzy, she leaned against the wall trying to steady herself. She took one last picture with the camera hanging from her neck, she wanted everyone to see the life slowly leaving her eyes. She slid down the wall reaching unconsciousness before her body hit the floor. Daddy's bloody knife rolled away from her loose grasp.

what the fuck? How did it not work? Sarah rolled over and opened her eyes. She was laying on the ground out side of what seemed to be a bar. "How did I get here?" She tried to sit up and notice and excruciating pain in her right wrist. She looked down at her wrists, amongst the many scars from her past there were two larger puffier marks, one on each arm. She stood up, placing her weight on her left arm this time. Sarah walked into the bar to see the most depressing sight she had ever seen.

Inside, the people sitting there all showed signs of how they had killed themselves. There were people with dark bruises around there necks, others with holes in there head, then there were the less obvious ones. Sarah sat at an empty table, unsure of what to do next. "If I really am dead I must be in hell, no way could heaven be this gloomy."
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Her skin matched her name. Teal Smythesson blinked slowly as she examined the fine blue lines that now etched her palms, the cloudy white and aqua blotches that covered the backs of her hands, and the nonexistent pink behind her fingernails. An attempted grin twisted into a feral grimace, and one large blue eye squinted smaller than the other. She tried again, and her top lip puckered out like something tickled underneath her nose. A sharp snorting sound gurgled out of her now open mouth, and though her face didn't--couldn't--show it, she was vastly amused.

"Quack."

Teal's upper lip puckered again as the duck-sound issued from her mouth, and she let her pasty tongue trace the impossible curve. The blue softness tasted like salt.

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The dolphins tried to save her. This wasn't the first time she had swum naked through the cold Atlantic depths, and they were her friends. They didn't understand why the nubile split-fin kept swimming until the shore was far out of sight. When she finally stopped her frenzied kicking and slowly drifted floorside, they pulled her up to air again and again, but her limp want for death made them give up eventually. Sadly, they watched her drift into the deep, her loosely curled auburn hair spreading out like an undulating fan in the gentle ocean current.

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A sharp pinch on her forearm shifted the hue from blue to white to blue again. Pressing pale fingertips to her wrist, Teal couldn't find a pulse. There was no thump of life in the soft depressions in her throat either. Just for shits and giggles, she reached between her legs. Nope. No warmth there either.

Sighing, she straightened from the frog-crouch she had been holding, choking on her gorge as the spidery sensation of viscous liquid ran through thickened veins back to her feet. She would have to get used to that. Scratching an itch in the small of her bare back, she skirted the broken glass at the entrance to the darkened alley she had materialized in and took a first look at her new world.

It was beautiful.

The squalor of the human race was so plain to see that the breath caught in her throat and the beginnings of tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. Here, nothing was prettied up to pretend to be something it wasn't. Here, the silence was as deafening as the fake laughter had been back "home."

A simple two-lane main street basked in the muted sun. The asphalt was cracked and no center lane was marked. A stripped and graffiti-ed skeleton of a car sat to her left while a flickering streetlight arched to her right. Tufts of weeds sprouted willy-nilly through the sidewalk. Almost every building on this stretch of road was boarded up, but the few that remained included a questionable tattoo parlor, a reeking Chinese place, a seedy bar, and a dilapidated apartment complex. Leering grotesquely, a toothless drunk "ow-owwwwwed" from the crumbling concrete steps in front of the bar. Teal's answering howl sent him muttering back into his bottle.

Her lip poking out in what was becoming her idea of a "smile," she strode purposefully towards the man, completely unmindful of the way her naked breasts bounced. Fluttering her eyelashes coyly, she sashayed up to him, tickled him under the chin, and deftly snatched the patchy gray coat beside him as well as his beer before he could blink an eye.

Even in her bare feet, she was faster than the inebriated man, and she soon left his shouts behind her. Softly gurgling to herself, she slipped the rank-smelling garment over her freckled shoulders and buttoned it up. It fell midway down her thighs. The bottom of her ass peeked out the back and a hole in the front right pocket brazenly bared a nipple, but it would do for now.

Taking a swig of the bitterest beer she'd ever tasted, Teal glanced back and forth down the street, waiting patiently for someone with pants and shoes her size.

After that, she would set out and find him.
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[OOC. my opening post was the only one I'm doing in first person, it was just how I wanted to get it done. The rest will be in third person/third person limited]

Noah had walked as long as he could, he couldn't believe it was possible to be so thristy when you were dead. The road just kept going on, a hazy mirage wavered where it joined the horizon. His shoes scuffed on the road as he drudged on. He seriously considered trying to kill himself again but seeing where he ended up the first place he decided it wasn't worth it.

When Noah saw the black dot on the horizon he thought it was a hallucination. "I killed myself just to go insane and die of thirst in the desert!" He said, half delirious. As Noah kept walking on the dot grew larger though. Soon he could make out a building. "No fucking way." He started, he looked up at the sun, "If you're a fucking mirage I'll be so pissed. I need shade!" He walked at a faster pace, licking his lips against the dry and dusty air.

After what seemed like forever Noah arrived at the building. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, for an abandoned building in a shithole purgatory. He did a cross between a shuffle and a run closing the distance between himself and the building somewhat quickly. There was shade glorious shade. Noah pressed himself against the side of the building. Then went around behind the building. He had to piss. he stared at the steady stream and, for a moment considered trying to quench his thirst. He was seriously tempted to try, but then he was suddenly repulsed by the idea and fell to the ground wretching. He crawled up to the side of the building, making sure he was a few feet from where he had urinated. After a moment he fell into a feverish sleep.

He was awakened to the sound of walking feet. Noah was still half asleep and dismissed it as a dream, groaning slightly as he rolled over. Then he heard the sound of crunching glass, his eyes flitted open. That was definitely not imagined, it was close. He sheilded his eyes and looked at the sun, he thought a few hours had passed, but he wasn't sure. Cautiously he stood up, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He turned quickly and was standing right in front of a window he hadn't noticed in his delirium. And through that window stood a woman. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed in surprise. the girl wasn't unattractive he noticed. He wondered for a second if he was still dreaming. He coughed twice involunatrily, definitely not dreaming. He took in the girl and her surroundings, he realized that he really was an idiot and wished he had thought to go inside the building before then. He thought he might have gotten sunbeurned, not that it mattered, Noah was dead after all.

He took a deep breath and addressed the girl, calmly this time, having gotten over his shock at least in part.

"So... You been here long?"
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There was a bedroom and a bathroom, though neither of them held any interest to Sam at all. When she looked into the bedroom, all she saw was a disgusting mattress that had several mysterious stains on it. The mattress itself was slipping off the bed and there was a crumpled bedsheet in the corner. There was wallpaper falling off the walls and revealing a moldy wall.

The bathroom was a horror movie with a toilet that's bowl was chipped and had an inside that was as black as the devil's soul. She had to hold her nose as she scanned the place. There was a shower, no shower curtain, and the bathtub was broken in several places. the sink was missing and the mirror above where it was supposed to be was shattered with what Sam believed to be dried blood on the glass. Hah, was this her house?

Sam continued her search and finally stumbled upon a very sad excuse for a kitchen. It was bare and crawling with cockaroachs. So, was this where they came after she stomped them to death? That was wonderful. to think she could at least get away from cockaroachs in death. Too much to ask for, apparently. She finally smelt something funny and realized her hair was salty. Was it from the water? Could she have at least came here with clean hair?

With a sigh, Sam started to comb her hair with her fingers and untangled it from its messed up fray. She grabbed a scrunchy from her wrist and put her hair up in a ponytail and away from her face. At least then she wouldn't be attacked with the smell of sea salt. Looking down at her clothes, Sam realized she was soaking wet. Now why hadn't she noticed that earlier? It seemed as the dizziness and headache faded, Sam was starting to focus more on herself. She fanned her shirt, hoping the stingy heat would dry it faster.

Sam started her food mission by looking through the cabinets, jumping back as a rat fell from an empty cereal box. There was a promising can in the back and she grabbed it out, almost screaming as a cloud of flies dispersed from within it. Great. No food, just bugs to eat. Well, when in limbo...

Sam jumped at the sound of someone else screaming nearby. She turned around, immediately defensive and with her pathetic can as her weapon. She held it behind her head, ready to throw at whatever came at her but all she saw was a freaked out guy standing outside the window. Wow, there were people in this shit hole? And he wasn't that bad looking either... Maybe she was hallucinating.

"Uh, not very long," she answered with a slightly nervous laugh. "You?"
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Noah noticed the girl was holding a can. Unfortunately it was an empty can, his stomach growled pitifully. Now he was hungry too. After an awkward second the girl replied. So she was new here too. Noah bent over, exhaling to release some of his tension. He straightened up. "Just got here today. I've only been here a couple of hours, I think..." He paused, looking at the frame of the shattered window. "It's good to know there are other peole here besides me." He said a bit sheepishly. "You're dead too I suppose." He shrugged, maybe it was a bit rude of him to suppose that but he was a dead guy. Why wouldn't she be dead to?

Noah didn't really know what to say. What were dead people supposed to talk about? All Noah knew was that he was really hungry, and really thirsty. He hesitated a moment longer, then braced his foot on the windowsill, reaching up for something to grab onto. He paused, "Mind if I come in?" He asked the girl. He wanted out of the sun and the dry, desolate scenery. He tried to smile nonthreateningly, but he found that it just didn't work. For some reason his mouth refused to obey him, it didn't work at all. It was like he had forgotten how or something, he just didn't feel it...
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Well, if it was a hallucination, it was good at talking. Nah, it couldn't be a hallucination and even if it was, who was Sam to judge? She put down the can, brushing off some rust that had fallen off of it and onto her hand. It seemed there was no such thing as 'clean' down here. Or up. Where exactly would limbo be placed?

Sam tried to smile in amusement at asking such a dumb question but her lips just automatically formed a grimace. That was not very nice... She tried again and found the whole spectacle entertaining. So, no smiling, eh? Fun. She turned her attention away from her silliness and to the boy who was still at the window.

"Yeah, I'm pretty dead," she said with a huff. It wasn't as if she'd tried to hang herself or anything else someone could had stopped her from doing last second. If she had cut her wrists or hung herself, she'd probably be able to scratch this whole experience off as a nasty dream as she lay in some hospital bed with a tube in her mouth. Oh, that would just be miserable. But no, she could pretty much put a checkmark on the whole death thing. It was almost a guarenteed death if someone jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge; something Sam took much pride in doing herself.

"Well, it definitely isn't my house so I don't care if you hop in," Sam replied, shrugging. Not as if there was much to do in this stupid place, she thought to herself. If anything, she could have fun cutting at the bedsheets or the mattress to pass the time but otherwise, this building was bare.
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Sarah looked around the bar for someone that seemed nice enough to talk to. No one was smiling. She watched as one of the men with bruises around his neck stood up and left. She checked her pockets, happy to find that she still had the money her father had given her before he left. She walked up to the bar and asked for a coke, the bartender turned around revealing a hole all the way through his head, not visible on the other side through the black hat he was wearing. She fought back a scream and tried to smile at him, but she couldn't. She tried to bring the corners of her mouth up into the fake smile she had used day in and day out before she committed suicide. The only thing that happened was her top lip pushing out over her bottom one. "Haven't been here long have you kid?" the bartender asked handing her the soda she had asked for. She shook her head "I just got here today." She made the weird face again trying to smile. The bartender looked at her weirdly. "You'll get used to it."
"Thanks." Sarah opened the can and took a sip, she then realized how dry her throat really was and gulped the rest of the can down. "Who knew dying could make your throat so dry." She tried to laugh, making a choking sound. She placed some cash on the bar. starting to tear up. "What, kind of place is it that you can't even pretend to smile?" The bartender took the money and put it in the cash register, "Welcome to purgatory."
Edited by MissMaryMurder, July 23, 2010, 8:54 pm.
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And heavens bowed before him.
Simply a look can break your heart.
The stars that pierce the sky;
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Still just as confused as he was ten minutes ago, Aiden pushed forth, the lightheaded and sleepy feeling that had plagued him since his arrival in this godforsaken place never ceasing in its unrelenting misery. Whatever being had designed this place obviously knew that the people who would someday inhabit it would come there miserable, and obviously the sadistic bastard thought that they deserved no relief from their torture. Was this some punishment for not enduring life as so many others had? Was this the purgatory that was so often disbelieved in the "real world"? Aiden didn't quite know, and noticed that the thinking was pointless; it only made his progression slower, gave each footstep a bit more dull volume.

Being the antisocial and frightened person that he was, Aiden had done as much as he could to avoid having to enter another building. Especially if the people of this land were like the man he had awoken to. However, there was only so much to explore. The dusty wastelands quickly became boring, and Aiden didn't want to leave the "town" and possibly cut off his only hope for any answers. Or, more important as of this moment, some goddamned water. Maybe a bit of food too, if he was lucky. He didn't know if he exactly needed either of these, considering he had already died, but his stomach and throat cried out in want of them regardless of what his brain thought.

So he was left to deliberating outside of what seemed to be a run-down E-Z Mart, although it didn't really have a sign declaring it as such. But the glass door, massive windows, and rows of food seemed to be quite the giveaway. As hungry as he was, some lingering fear in the back of his mind - no, farther than that, within his fundamental self- seemed to be holding him from opening the door. He inwardly chastised himself: 'What the fuck is your problem? It's just some more dead guys, just like you. Everyone here is just like you. Why the hell can't you open the door? What's stopping you?'

The reply was rather simple. He just didn't want to.

He did anyway.

Aiden pushed open the door and almost jumped at the bell that rang as soon as he did so, but managed to keep it down, as well as hold in his yelp. He made it three steps inside before the shaking started, two other people walking around apathetically, the owner gazing around the store with dead eyes from behind the counter, resting his vision on one of the customers from time to time. They seemed to linger a bit longer on Aiden for some reason, which he was very much aware of; he felt rather self-conscious when being looked at.

He hid in one of the aisles for a moment, attempting to collect his thoughts, when it suddenly occurred to him that he might not even have any money. Suddenly panicked, he stuffed his hands into his pockets, frantically pulling them out and watching as several bills floated to the ground. It was at this moment that he was glad he hadn't changed his clothes before he died, or for that matter, even owned a wallet in life. Aiden was always finding random bills or coins in his laundry, a byproduct of not being even slightly organized.

He picked himself off the ground, gathering the money with shaking hands and counting it. $15. Not much, but enough to get him by for the next day or two. He grabbed a small box of energy bars, stuffing it between his arms as he went to get two bottled waters. He didn't really bother to check the prices; he didn't so much care anymore. He just wanted out. The people here were suffocating, and the building was... Aiden didn't know the word, he just didn't like it. He paid for his shit, leaving him with about $9, and quickly left, standing just outside the store once again and looking slightly stupider than before, shaking and clutching his newly-bought items in his arms.

'Where do I go from here?' he thought, glancing around nervously at his surroundings. What is there left to do in this world? Survive?'

'What a pathetic existence.'

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Noah watched, bemused as the girl realized that she too was unable to smile. I guess noone can smile here, he thought. The girl confirmed that she was dead, Noah had indeed been right. he hesitated halfway through the window, then recieved the girl's go ahead, ignoring the way the broken glass scraped against his jeans. Once he was inside he took another look around. "Looks like it's been abandoned for a while." He said, the building didn't smell all that great from the inside either but it was a relief to be getting out of the sun.

He introduced himself. "My name's Noah by the way." There was no way he was saying his real name, especially not to the first person he met in this hell-hole. He walked carefully around the recliner and walked to look out of the room and into the other rooms. He raised his voice. "This whole place rather sucks." He said, then walked back into what he figured must be the living room. He wasn't impressed by the rest of the house.

"So... uh... how it happen? If you don't mind me asking." he asked a bit nervously making a gesture to the effect of being here. He waanted to know how she had died, to sate his curiousity, and because he didn't really know how else to make conversation here. "Hey, how 'bout that weather?" Would seem retarded.
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Olivier made it to town after a long walk. The empty landscape on the side of the road did nothing to make her feel better. At the edge of town, she stopped walking completely. She stared at the shit hole town she had wound up in. Her arms sagged down by her side. Then she perked up. A few memories came flooding back and she could understand why her stomach hurt. At the party the night before, she was trying to die. She was tempting fate and hated what was left for her there. If she had known this was where she'd have ended up, she would have stayed alive.

She shook her head a few times to let those memories fade. It didn't help to dwell on a past life. Olivier did wonder where she managed to keel over. Was I home? Did my parents find me or was I out? she couldn't remember that part. With a shrug, she continued on.

The town was nothing exciting. There was more to look at here than on the road she had followed in but the people all looked miserable. Nothing exciting. No parties. No fights. She wondered if she could get smokes anywhere. She immediately stuffed her hands in her pockets to see if she had any money. Her fingers brushed something and she pulled out $5. That was all she found. Olivier hoped that was enough to get her some cigarettes.

She passed the bar without a second thought. The place was too quiet for her. After a few more buildings of varying shapes and sizes, she found what she hoped was a convenience store. Some nervous looking guy was standing out front. Olivier passed by him just barely glancing over at him. His behavior made her curious but she was going to try to buy stuff before she spoke to him. Inside, it was a little cooler but not a safe haven. She put the money on the counter and pointed at the packs of cigarettes behind the guy. He shook his head, "$6.50," was all he said.

Olivier shoved the money back in her pocket and left. Well that's just great, she thought. In her huff, she walked into the guy in front of the store. "Jesus. Why the hell are you just standing there?" she was annoyed at her own stupidity but wound up yelling at him because of it.
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Riley Spencer walked the bone dry concrete he knew so well by now. The heat from the pavement radiated through his shoes, up through his feet and spread warmth like a virus through his body. The sun, dazzling and bright – shedding light on a community that didn’t deserve the rays – beat down upon Riley’s head, spreading the warmth downwards where it rushed to meet the heat from the concrete in a collision of diverse temperatures.

The dark haired male kept his eyes on the horizon; it was a mere blur in the distance but Riley knew, without the need for exploration, that it would look exactly like the rest of the land which lay beyond the small town’s perimeters. Outside of the town lay a barren wasteland; there was nothing but infinite grey skies and brown ground. There wasn’t even a single cloud in the sky or a patch of grass. Everything was horribly dull.

But what had Riley expected from the afterlife? Well, he wasn’t expecting an afterlife. Death was associated with finality for a reason; because it was an end. Riley didn’t want an afterlife. Death stipulated that was no after and most definitely no life. But the young man figured he must have read the contract wrong and missed out the fine print because here he was conscious and breathing and perpetually irked by the former two facts.

It had been almost a month now; a month since Riley had arrived with freshly slit wrists and the bittersweet taste of bleach on his tongue. He knew his way round the town now, knew every unnamed street and dilapidated store. The cuts on his arm, going from his wrists up past his elbows were healing over, some parts still scabbed and others turning shiny and white. The taste of bleach was still there, though dulled, and the frequency with which he coughed up blood was lessening, slowly but surely. In the month Riley had been in the town, nothing much had happened, everything had remained dull. There were occasions of which he’d heard two when there was desperate, agonizing screams during the night and then the next day, the town would be full of people murmuring of an elder, someone who’d been a resident for decades, having disappeared, the words ‘down below’ fell from dry, cracked lips on those days. Riley wasn’t quite sure what it meant and he didn’t really care. He noted the absence of familiar faces, but remained apathetic, as always.

Riley had managed to bag a job at the town’s only bookstore – it was tiny, very old, and falling apart – within the first week. He earned a small amount and slept in a building less than five minutes away. He paid no semblance of rent and the place didn’t have an address, but it seemed people knew he lived there, somehow.

The boy was on his way to the building he slept – unable to call it a home – his eyes on the horizon, when there was a sudden blockage in his path. Riley knew this because he walked straight into it, stumbled back and fell to the ground. With a scowl, the short male looked up and found that the thing blocking his path wasn’t a thing but a he. A rather cute he. Riley got up, looking at his hands and discovering they were grazed, with small pieces of gravel lodged in the broken skin. He sighed, and brushed his hands on his jeans before looking up – the other boy being annoyingly taller than him – to address the kid, who was holding items he’d seemingly just purchased.

“Jeez, kid. If you’re trying to look like a moron, you’re doing a good job,” Riley said with a roll of his eyes.
There was a small, awkward moment of silence in which Riley felt compelled to say something nice. He gave a small shudder, disgusted with the fact.

“I guess you’re a new arrival then,” Riley stated, a small half smile forming on his lips. At first, he’d found himself incapable of smiling but gradually he managed to be able to pull up one side of his lips. But that seemed the best he could do; a ghost of a smile.

Something about the scared male intrigued him and it wasn’t just the gaping hole in his head. Riley had seen a few people, about the town, whom had made friends, though many more remained antisocial and alone. The sixteen year old wasn’t big on the idea of friends but perhaps this timid looking kid could be a casual acquaintance.
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Sarah stood up, not really wanting to cry in front of a complete stranger. She slowly walked out of the bar, looking away from everyone, not that anyone really paid any attention to her. She looked around, wondering where she should go. Did people get assigned houses? Did they all just live where ever they wanted? How was she supposed to get a job? So many questions and no answers. Sarah saw some people in front of what looked like a store. She wanted to walk up and ask them if they knew anything about the place they were all dumped in, but she couldn't muster up the courage to do it. Instead she chose to walk right by them. Maybe one of them would choose to talk to her, she doubted it, but it was better then embarrassing herself.

She decided she would walk into the store and see if there was anything worth eating. Now that she had something to drink she realized how hungry she really was. She made a choking sound again, trying to laugh at herself, it's not like she had been thinking "Hey, I'm going to end up in hell for doing this, maybe I should wait and eat something first." She tried not to look lost as she wandered down through the isles looking for something to munch on. She found some chocolate granola bars and slowly walked up to the counter. She placed 2 granola bars on the counter and waited for her total. It was a good thing she had stuffed the money her dad had given her into her pocket before he had left the house. After the coke and the granola bars she still had $90 left.
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Aiden was only left alone for but a few seconds before he was ran into by two people almost simultaneously. The boy fell over and the girl seemed rather pissed at him. She yelled, and the boy (who was significantly shorter than Aiden, but still scary) let off a sarcastic remark. At least, Aiden supposed it was; he could barely hear it over the girl’s yelling. The action paused for a moment as Aiden dropped his new purchases on the ground and the boy who had collided with him wiped his hands on his jeans. As Aiden scrambled to pick his things up, his face red and flustered, the boy said something somewhat indistinct, but two words stood out to him among the others: new arrival.

Aiden paused in his actions, slowly rising to his feet in a trembling way. He stuffed what he could in his pockets, jumping a little bit when something missed and fell to the ground. He didn’t care enough to check what it was. All he wanted to know was where he had ended up, and how he had gotten there. This seemed like some kind of fucked-up purgatory, but he’d rather be sure of something before taking further action.

“N-new? I’m new… yes, I think so. I… arrived here? How did I get here?” Aiden asked tentatively, for a moment ignoring the woman behind him. She was obviously a bitch, and he’d rather not deal with that right now, but felt very uneasy with her at his back and a few items still on the ground. It wouldn’t be the first time that he was a victim of theft. Another girl walked by him and into the store, but Aiden didn’t entirely notice. He instead looked down into the boy that had run into him.
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Sam sighed. This whole no smiling thing was yet another punishment for offing herself. That was just brillient. She rubbed at her cheeks which stung lightly from even attempting to move her lips upwards. She shoved her hands into her back pockets as the boy jumped through the window, not really knowing what to do. Was she supposed to, who knew, shake his hand or something? Sam wasn't the best at introductions. That was one of the reasons she kind of didn't have many friends back at home.

"Uh, Sam. I'm Sam," she said, scrunching her face up at the lame introduction. What the hell? Uh, Sam Really? She bit down a grumble as she watched Noah walk around the dump. "Yup, it's a total dump. It definitely doesn't suit my style," Sam commented with a slow nod as she followed him into the living room. Though, no one had really done any 'living' in there. She poked the springs that jut out of the recliner, wanting to smile at the "boing" it gave back but knowing she couldn't. That was going to get very annoying, very fast.

"Oh, heh. I jumped off Good ol' Golden Gate Bridge. Theatrical, no? You?" Sam answered, not really caring about telling anyone. Heck, if she'd cared so much about how she offed herself, she wouldn't have jumped off one of San Francisco's most famous sights, not to mention one of the greatest architectual sights for her.

When Noah showed off his arm, Sam looked over at his jagged cut marks and flinched. She couldn't help it. When she had gone through all the ways to kill herself, cutting her wrists were definitely not on her "to do" list. It seemed way too painful for her taste and she'd never be able to go through with it. Or get away with it. Her parents would have found her before it was too late and then she'd be stuck in a hospital with tubes sufficating her body. No way. Jumping off a bridge was much, much more simple and didn't hurt. Well, unless you got sucked into a limbo that constantly reminded you of what ya did.

Sam rubbed at the back of her head, where the pain continued to hit her in small waves. It was probably always going to be there. "I'd rather hell over this place, at least I'd be able to move on to something... interesting," she mumbled as she sat down on the ground and doodled in the dirt that had drifted in. "Not that finding people isn't interesting. It is but I can't... feel interested," she said with a shrug as she doodled a smiley face. Well, at least she could draw happiness. Ugh.

Sam's stomach growled as she doodled in the dirt and she frowned. Of course she'd be able to frown. Go figure. She sighed and stood up, brushing off her jeans. "Well, since this place has ziltch food, unless ya count the bugs as an appetizing meal, I'm going to go search for something... edible," she finished with a grimace; the closest thing to smiling in this place.
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Jasmine hit her head on the wall, again and again. “NO NO NO NO NO!!!” she screamed.
The voice in her head whispered “They don’t really love you, they are lying, they want to make you lifeless, and they won’t miss you!”

Tears started rolling down her face. Her hands shook as she looked at the needle in her hand.

The voice spoke again, “Do it jasmine! It’s already in your hand, show all those people!”
It sounded even angrier and Jasmine was scared. She cried more as she thought about “those people” that the voice had mentioned. Her parents, her friends, her teachers, she was starting to think that the voice was right.
“It will all be over soon, you won’t need to deal with all this. Just inject it.”
The voice was calmer and it made jasmine feel a tiny bit better, at least enough to stop shaking. Again she looked down at her hand, and the syringe that she had stolen from the pharmacy. It was already filled with the clear colored fluid. She tied a band around her arm, like she’d seen on TV, and placed the needle to the vein.

“Good, very good!” the voice spoke up again, “It will all be over soon”

Jasmine gave a half smile at that thought, that it will all be over, that even this voice will be gone, and with that thought she pressed the needle down and injected the Drano. She dropped the syringe and grabbed her arm letting the band release. Immediately she screamed as immense amounts of pain shot up her arm. Water poured from her eyes, and her wails got louder as the Drano, followed quickly by the pain flushed through her whole body. Her body convulsed and she rolled around the floor crying.
Just before she blacked out she could hear the voice in her head laughing, but she didn’t care anymore….

“Owww…” Jasmine moaned as she opened her eyes. The sun was dull, but still her eyes hurt. Actually her whole body felt like it was on fire, and her head was pounding. She sat up and looked around. She was in some old piece of crap car on the side of a road. Where am I, she thought, and got out of the car. It was a cracked, road that ran, to what looked to be infinitely in both ways. “How did I get here” she said out loud, not that anyone could hear her. “I thought that I had…..”
She stopped speaking when she looked at her arm. The place where she injected, her veins were a burnt bright red and were quite visibly branching up her arm like a spider web. It was the same on the other side, no injection spot, just bright red veins.
The sun beat down on her and her body still ached. Who knows how long that will last, but one thing was for certain. “I must be….” And that’s when she heard something familiar. A voice she knew well said “Yup your dead.”
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Olivier eyed the guy who also ran into the skinny kid. More people to get involved with. She really wished she had cigarettes. It was too bad she never perfected her pick-pocketing skills when she was alive. The kid she hit looked like he would have been an easy target. As for the other guy, he seemed too calm for all of this. Then, we he said 'new arrival' it sparked some interest in her. He had been around here much longer.

She clopped the skinny guy on the back, "You too? I just got here myself and can't get a fucking pack of cigarettes." Olivier took her hand back. She crossed her arms over her chest. Maybe if she kept her mouth shut, she'd get an explanation or a cigarette. At least she hoped she could.

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So her name was Sam. It was a simple name, a good name. Noah grimaced as he thought of his own first name. It showed how little he had meant to his mother. He watched as Sam played with one of the springs sticking out of the recliner, it amused him but of course he couldn't smile. he realized he really couldn't feel genuinely happy enough to smile. That majorly sucked.

When Sam told him how she died Noah mentally kicked himself. Not only had she killed herself as well, she did it in a really cool way. It was almost epic. "You killed yourself too eh? How did I?" Noah sheepishly turned over his arms and pulled up his sleeves, baring the wrists. Two garish scars, one clean and straight the other messy and jagged shone out against his pale skin. "I wasn't quite as creative as you." He said with a half frown. He looked around, this whole hell was like a welfare land of the lost. Something occurred to him, so he voiced it to Sam. "You know, maybe this is like. A special punishment, reserved for people who killed themselves." It made sense, you kill yourself to escape life and you ended up there. It was like being alive again, just in a shittier place.

If that was true then there must have been more people here, heck maybe he'd even get to meet Hitler, the rumor was that he had killed himself to avoid capture. Probably not, but Noah realized that there was probably a city of sorts somewhere, but Noah was definitely not ready to hit the road again. "I'm guessing there's nothing to eat here is there?" he asked as his stomach growled somewhat embarrasingly.

Noah noticed Sam flinch and felt a grim plasure at that, although he wasn't entirely sure why. But it had been painful that was for sure. Of course Noah could appreciate what it took to jump off a bridge too. What If it hadn't worked? He shuddered inwardly. But it had, both of their suicides had been a success and now here they were.

Noah nodded when Sam expressed her sentiments on the current situatoin. It really did suck. He looked with interest as she doodled a smiley face. To him it seemed twisted, almost as if it was mocking his and Sam's inability to do something as simple as smile. He shook that thought from his head as Sam spoke again. Food sounded good, hitting the road again? Not so much. But it didn't seem like there was much of a choice, this place was sucking the afterlife out of him, he needed to get somewhere less, suckish, if there was such a place in the hell-hole.

"If your headed out I think I'll join you. I pretty much starving, odd since we're dead and all." He said ruefully, he figured the two of them were better off together than separate. That way at least they were less likely to get mugged or somthing.
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Sam stuck her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and nodded. "Yeah, the irony of this place seems to never end," she said, raising her eyebrows for a moment before letting them drop with a sigh. With the looks of this depressing place, she'd probably be lucky to find a place that had people in it, let alone food.

She turned towards the opening which once had a door, though now it only had hinges and was wide open to the rest of the cruel underworld, or limbo. Whichever it was it still was cruel. She scrunched up her face as she peered out at the vast space. This little journey wasn't looking so good.

"I could kill for some chocolate," she confessed as she pulled a stray hair away from her face. The pounding in the back of her head was still going strong, a constant reminder of how she offed herself. She frowned, rubbing the spot that was the center of the pain. There was a big bump and it wasn't smooth. It felt as if she'd cracked her stupid skull open. Well, wasn't that just grizzly. She thanked her lucky stars her hair was thick enough to hide it from clear view.

Sam stepped out of the house and gave a stretch, popping a few knots out of her back as she did so. "Hmm, which way to go," she mumbled as she looked down both ways, not sure if either way down the road promised much of anything. A flip of a coin was probably adequate.
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