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Philip Rainey or has many knew him as Rain finished his first act of the night and now sat in his room going over the things he would be doing today. Not only did he enjoy his work because it was fun, but he was racking in a s**t ton of money and not to mention the fact that he could hook up with anyone he wanted whenever he was feeling needy or lonely. He was living the rich life and loving every minute of it. This was something he had been waiting for all his life and at long last he didn't have to deal with being teased or be seen as a freak. Now he could snap his past bullies in the face with stacks of money and laugh at their pitiful lives. That thought caused a smile to crack on his face and he even laughed. Philip had been sitting in his comfy chair for a while though he was getting a little anxious all of a sudden and that usually meant that one of those ghosties were going to show up or something. Biting his bottom lip and wiggling his fingers for a bit he felt a breeze behind him and a cold sensation by his neck. Glancing back he saw what looked like some teenage boy wearing a black cloak and had a huge scythe.

Immediately he stood up and stumbled back away from him. Staring at the ghost before him he had his hand over his heart and he replied with a heavy breath, "Jesus man you scared the s**t out of me." Standing straight he fixed his tie and shook his head as he muttered to himself, <******** teenage ghost always trying to be funny..." With a heavy sigh he looked at the kid...well he looked to be around 18 but since he was 23 he considered that still a kid.

Philip watched the ghost and wondered what he was mumbling about though he honestly began to zone the guy out as he began to think about his act again. As he began to circle him Phil began to pay attention again as he was saying that he was death or whatever. A small smile cracked on his face. Him? The Grimm Reaper? What a laugh! And just as he was going to laugh the guy placed his hand on his chest and a very unsettling feeling crawled within his body. His breath became heavy and he literally thought he was going to die. His knees weakened and just as he was about to sink down and possibly die the reaper pulled his hand away and life was brought back into his body. Staggering back a bit and standing straight again he was certainly not ready to face his death. If he had to, Philip would get on his knees and beg for an extension of his life. He was just getting started and he had been checking up on his health so to die just like that...well that was ******** up!

Orrin as he said his name was began to do something with that book of his and Philip watched curiously. His name vanished...did that mean he was no longer going to die?

"So uh...you're not going to take my soul?" He asked before turning around and fist pumping, "Hells yes!" He then proceeded to fix his hair and head for the door. "Gotta finish up my show, feel free to watch Sir Reaper!" And thus he left, laughing while he walked down the hall currently feeling invisible. Today he would be doing a very dangerous escape. He would have a total of one minute to get out of eight pad locks while he hung upside down forty feet in the air. If he did not accomplish it the rope holding him would be released and he would fall to his death. Now was better than ever, besides he's done it before and succeeded though he practiced while hanging five inches off the ground, but either way he was confident.

He went on to explain the stunt to the audience while suspenseful music began to play in the background. The audience were already mesmerized and watched as he was brought up high and his staff began to chain him up. They would see some medics standing on the side just in case he did fall and splatter on the ground. Once he was hung up side down he said, "Put the time on the board!" The minute countdown appeared and once the buzzer went off he was quick to try and get himself free. The clock was ticking and they would see him wiggling up there as he was trying to free himself. Two pad locks were gone as they fell to the ground making a loud noise. He had sick more to. Within thirty minutes he had half the locks gone and the audience was getting nervous. Some began to countdown when they got to twenty seconds. It looked as if he was struggling and the chains wrapped around his body were loose enough that his body was covered yet the audience would be able to see him still trying to unlock the other locks and the chains continued to rattle. There was a camera and the monitors on the sides of the countdown was showing his struggle. The got to ten seconds and there were two locks left.

Some of the members of the audience stood up and watched with fearful eyes. Five seconds. They were all talking now saying that he wasn't going to make it. One.

The rope was cute and the large clump of chains he was in came free falling down. Some looked away, some screamed. They were going to witness his death. But as the chains landed on the ground they would see the chains scattered and no bloody mess. The spot light went over to the top balcony in the audience where Philip stood. The audience clapped and were simply amazed.

Back on the stage he thanked them all for coming and hoped to see them again whenever he was back in town. Philip now headed back to his dressing room to get his stuff and head home.

Now Philip assumed that Death left and what not so he could enjoy the rest of his day, maybe go to a bar and get drunk. Something, anything fun! Greeting some fans out in the hall he gave them his autograph until at long last he walked into his room that happened to be locked only to find some guy there. Just the way he spoke and acted he knew exactly who it was. With a puff of a sigh he walked over to the couch and plopped down. After Orrin was talking he decided to ask, "So do you want an autograph or is there another reason why you're still here? Aren't you busy killing people today? Don't people die like very minute of every day or something? It's a pretty big world and filled with a lot of sick, dangerous people after all."

With a long yawn he stretched and figured he could take a nap first before heading out. Laying down and propping his feet on the arm of the couch and placing his arms behind his head he also added, "By the way are you sure you're the Grimm Reaper? You look too...i don't know cute and cuddly to be some soul taking thing."

Last time he checked cute and cuddly was a compliment. I guess he was used to people thinking him as an ugly creepy as skeleto man of sorts. Nonetheless he shrugged and would take note to not call him cute. As he went on to talk about how he was to show him the way of human life all Philip thought about was...babysitting. Oh god no. Philip shut his eyes and rolled off the couch, falling face first on the floor and would pretend to be dead. Maybe if he laid there and did nothing for a couple hours death would leave and find someone else. To pick Philip to show him the way of human life was kind of stupid. Phil was no were near a normal human considering he could see dead people and the only life he is accustomed to is the high life where he enjoyed throwing his money around and what not. Not much humans do that. Either way he really didn't want to take care of anything, he wanted no responsibilities in his life other than his work and his life. He was the only important thing in his life, everyone and everything else meant nothing to him.

"Ugh..." he grumbled and continued to lay there for awhile before sighing heavily and rolling on his stomach so he was now laying under the glass table in front of the couch. He laid there and looked up at Orrin through the glass and sighed yet again. "I really don't want...to...babysit...I mean you can stay at my apartment if you want and s**t but if you want to learn the human ways you can do that on your own. Trial and error. No one was there to teach me and so you have to live through it like the rest of us." He smiled and winked up at Orrin. "Is that good? Are you okay with it if yes then lets go to a bar I need a drink...a strong one.."

"A pub..that sounds about right," He replied as he rolled out from under the table and stood up, straightening his tie again. Smiling slightly he walked to the door, "Lets go!" He laughed and walked out with Orrin heading to the exit and toward the parking lot to his car. He had a nice classic mustang that he even named Betty, because it was just a beauty and his baby! Getting in he reached out and opened the door for Orrin from the inside. "Hurry and get in, I wanna gooooooooo," he said tapping his fingers on the steering wheel but once Orrin was in he drove off toward the bar.