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((Okay, you can make the first post smile ))
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((Aw crap I dunno what to put >.< I'll have to work on it sweatdrop ))
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((For the love of... stressed I hate writers block!!!))
"Hmph, I wonder where I'm supposed to go..." Having just graduated and produced a pretty good record, Jet had been sent straight to London to start work. The first week was going to be hard work, since there never seemed to be enough shinigami working in London and since no one favoured working over-time. But for now her only problem was that she had no idea where her new supervisor's office was, after all, the library was enormous. "Darn it. Late on my first day." She adjusted her glasses and continued to wander about the pristine halls looking for anybody that could give her directions, but the place was dead. That was, until she locked onto a couple of voices eminating from down the side corridor. ((How was that >.< Oh yeah, i might just choke before I finish this sentence but, you can have Grell if you want 4laugh Actually that is probably best if you have Grell (only for the roleplay though got it?! scream ))) |
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((Eh?! I can't be Grell!!! I'll screw his character up!!! D: ))
"William!" the more shrill of the two voices shrieked, but it was quickly cut off by another more collected one. "There's no arguing against it. I'm keeping it, and if you really want one then get ones that adhere to these regulations." That was followed by the sound of a door slamming shut and a weary sigh from the one who had spoken first. |
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((No you won't. What's there to screw up anyway? You can pretty much find any kind of justification for everything he does whee Nice avi btw))
Jet flinched when the door slammed but continued to stare down the corridor. William? She pulled a piece of paper from the front of her notebook and read over the name scribbled on it. After which she took off down the corridor. |
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((Thank you! biggrin And I can and will screw up! You wait and see! sad ))
Grell looked over the list in hand despondently and sighed wearily. It just wasn't fun if his new scythe had to comply to all of the conditions listed on the paper he'd been handed previously. He wasn't even aware of the person heading in his direction. |
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((Np 4laugh And no you won't biggrin ))
"Hey, do you know where I can find...William T Spears?" She enquired re-reading the piece of paper. She slowed her pace down some what as she approached the redhead. In all the time she was in training, she had never seen a shinigami with such a, unique, sense of style. |
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((I willlllllllll! :'( ))
Grell flourished his hand lazily in the direction of the recently closed door and looked up at the person who'd spoken. "And if you go to him, can you ask him to at least consider the circumstance with my scythe? Please?" he pouted and rested a hand on his hip. "I don't think he's in a very good mood right now..." |
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((No you won't 4laugh ))
"Uh...really?" This is never great news to hear on your first day, especially when you were already late and had had particular trouble with inspections of your own scythe in the past. "Then, do you know where Grell Sutcliffe is?" |
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((I will sad ))
Grell pointed at himself. "You mean me?" he asked incredulously. |
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((No you won't stressed Stop being negative))
"You? You're Grell??" On hearing this, Jet slipped her scythe behind her back as if to pretend she never had it, although it was way too big to hide. "I'm supposed to be working under you, or something." |
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((All right then xd I'm not not going to made a terrible Grell))
"'Working under me'?" he repeated. "Ah, nobody told me about that! I bet Will is keeping lots of information from me as payback for my sc...," he drifted off and looked over Jet's head at her scythe. "...That yours?" |
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((*sigh*))
"No. I stole it. Yes it's mine...What about it?" |
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Grell moved to behind her instantly, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose as he inspected it. "Ehh! How can that be your scythe?! It can't be legal!"
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((It's a warhammer btw. I started drawing a picture of this OC but I won't be able to finish til after the art exam))
"It's not...completely." Jet swivelled round so that she was facing Grell again and dropped the head of her scythe to the ground. |
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