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Post by grace on Feb 17, 2012 4:23:52 GMT -5
Characters Appearing: Grace/Death Time of Day: Night Location(s): Chicago Previous Thread Name/Info: N/A NPCs Used: N/A Plot Summary: Sometimes she wished she could remember more of her life, she knew she wasn't always a reaper. She remembered trying to help Death get free from Lucifer but that was about it, which made it easy to realize that was why death took her under his wing. She was the youngest creation, and with that came a lot of pressure. Others wondered what made her so special.
Grace wondered that to, but she didn't know. Maybe one day she would ask Death, course she hadn't seen him in a while. Death called his creations not the other way around, she felt some kind of comfort in cemeteries though she didn't know why. Her gray eyes looked around at the grave stones, she wondered where she rested. Or did she even have a body? She was still getting used to being what she was. It was kind of lonely for her, but it was funny Death seemed to have more to do with her then most.
She felt something and lifted up her head, she felt him and smiled some. She could always tell when Death was near, she pulled up her black jacket and looked up at the moon. Tucking her hands in her pockets she smiled a bit.
"Surprised to see you here Death"
She said her voice always full of respect, as she bowed her head. She didn't know where he was but knew he was there.
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