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Post by James on Dec 5, 2014 19:15:04 GMT -8
Ramses rested his feet on his desk, sorting through papers. "Greg, Alex, Natsuko..." He whispered to himself, throwing them behind him as he read the names. "Why do so many people have to die on a saturday, this is insane! You have two days off of your learning prison and this is what you do with it. Humans are unbelieveable, makin' my life a living hell." He shouted, Rolling his eye, throwing a yellow folder in a pile next to him. He removed his feet from his desk and leaned forward in his chair, resting his hands on his desk and locking his fingers together. "Maybe I should quit. These ass-burglars are dying so fast this year." He said as he leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head, stretching. "Then again this job makes so much money i'm fuckin' rolling in it." He chuckled, looking over at a shelf floating next to him in the black void that is his office, holding limited-edition anime figurines with breasts so big it's amazing how they're standing. He stared at them, thinking to himself. "Maybe I shouldn't have spent my paychecks on those."
He quickly looked in front of him, realizing he had a visitor. A tall, gaunt man bearing a black suit and white gloves with a goat head was holding up a young man by the back of his shirt collar. He glared at Ramses, sighing and throwing the boy in the room. "Another one, Ramses. Take care of him. He's the last one for tonight, and remember, don't fuck up, or i'll have your rhombus ass above my fireplace." He slammed the door, Ramses sighing loudly and looking at the boy in front of him. A red folder fell down from an open hole above him and hit his desk. He opened it and skimmed through the pages. "Gilligan huh? Tell me kiddo, how'd you die? Mauling? Suicide? Someone shove their foot too far up your ass?"
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Post by Alesia on Dec 5, 2014 20:08:52 GMT -8
The white haired teenager hit the ground with a thud after being harshly tossed into the room. He kept his head lowered for the entirety of the goat-man's presence in the office, as his mind was too busy literally running at 500 miles an hour to try to take note of anything else around him. "What is this place?! What in the bloody fuck am I doing here?! Am I dreaming?! What the hell are these monsters?!" Those were some of the numerous, unanswered questions flying around in his cranium while he was stuck frozen on the floor.
As the door shut behind the goat-headed man, Gilligan swallowed hard at the eerie silence that overtook the room as the person behind the desk sorted through papers of somekind. He couldn't quite discern what the person was reading, as he refused to lift his head to see what monstrosity could have been before him.
The boy flinched at the sudden masculine voice coming from behind the desk. He slowly lifted his head to finally take a look at who was speaking to him, figuring it would be no use trying to avoid eye contact since he'd have to eventually. His eyes widened in surprise to see the monster had a triangle, of all things, for a head, but his surprise turned into great confusion when the man questioned him on how he died. "Wh-what? What do you mean 'How did I die'? I'm fucking dead?!" He exclaimed.
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Post by James on Dec 5, 2014 20:37:16 GMT -8
Ramses lowered his eyelid and stared at the boy. "No no no, you're not dead, you're just the opposite of alive. Deceased. Departed. Lifeless. Extinct, fucko." He explained as he rested his palm on a corner of his triangular head. "Pretty wild, huh? Your death must have been quick, you look surprised as hell. Pretty funny, actually. " He laughed, cracking his knuckles. "So geek, tell me how you kicked the bucket. Don't lie to me if it was somethin' embarassing either, I can see right through you. Not literally of course. That'd be fuckin weird."
He stood up, Grabbing a pipe out of his desk drawer. He raised it to his face and smoke started rising out of it, despite his lack of a mouth. He put one hand into his left pocket, looking down at Gilligan. "I bet it was something stupid. " He snickered, kneeling over and picking up a folder from the floor, flipping the pages. He stood back up and pointed at a picture of a young boy. "Like this kid, he fell in the shower on a bar of soap and broke his neck. Ya know what they say about that shit, don't drop the soap, haha, right?" He looked back up at Gilligan, waiting for a laugh. Silence. "Oh come on, where's your sense of humor?" He threw the folder back into it's pile. "Man, you humans are a bunch of squares."
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Post by Alesia on Dec 5, 2014 21:10:37 GMT -8
"If it wasn't obvious with my previous sentence, I don't fucking know! I don't know how I got here, I don't know where I am and I don't know why I'm here!" He yelled in reply. Gilligan narrowed his eyes at the 'joke' the triangle-headed being tried to make. Was he really trying to lighten the mood? Well, he certainly failed as Gilligan didn't give so much as a slight grin at the remark. He wasn't in the mood for his japes, and he couldn't give two shits about some dead kid who couldn't keep a good grip on his cleanliness products, though he was apparently "some dead kid" as well. Not to mention he couldn't wrap his head around why this guy was so casual when talking to him. He honestly expected some sort of benevolent and serious demeanor out of a monster with such a swanky offi-- are those anime figures..? Yeah, ok, nevermind. Just seeing those already gave Gilligan enough answers on the demon dude's character, and had rather he start giving him some other answers; preferably info on when the first train out of Weirdsville leaves.
"Look, Mr.All-Seeing-Eye Guy, you seem like a nice enough person," Gilligan started as he stood up from the floor, sticking his hands into the pockets of his midnight black jacket. "How about you help a guy out and tell me where I am and how I can get out of here? I think I'm about done screaming my head off, since that's going to get me fucking nowhere."
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Post by James on Dec 5, 2014 21:45:05 GMT -8
"Oh well that's gonna be sort of a problem jack frost wannabe because- di-..Did you just call me All Seeing Eye?" He asked, the pipe falling out of his mouth and making a "clack" sound as it hit the hard floor. Angrily he glared at Gilligan, slamming his palms on his desk and leaning forward. "Listen you dickwad, I have nothing to do with that "illuminati" bullshit, those fuckers over there have had shit against me for years and planned that whole conspiracy shit, I cannot get a fuckin' break because of you "Obama is a reptilian, the government is hiding aliens!" fuckers, you made my life hell!" He yelled, standing there in silence for a few minutes before clearing his throat and straightening his tie. "Whoo boy, I haven't gotten that angry at someone in a while. You are a riot." He let out a fake laugh.
"Aaaanyway, you're in purgatory. Not heaven, not hell. We gotta figure out where you're gonna end up. And judging by your attitude, hell might be the perfect place for you, buddy. Oh, and I need to know how you died first before you get outta here kid. Everything about you needs to be documented." He picked up his pipe and examined the crack he made in it. "I could try spooky mind-reading on you to pick up bits and pieces of what you cant remember, but the last guy that I had to mind read had his head blown to bits because he couldn't handle it, and you know, if that happened again my boss would have my ass on a platter." He whispered, placing his pipe back into the drawer. "In fact, i'm not sure what to do with you."
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Post by Alesia on Dec 10, 2014 0:55:53 GMT -8
Gilligan quickly shrunk from his cold and laid back demeanor as soon as the monster began to raise its voice. He had gotten too cocky for a minute there, seeing as to how quickly the monster put him back in his place. The monster might have had some odd interests equivalent to those that a "typical otaku nerd" back in the realm of the living would have, but he was still some sort...of demonic..being, he guessed? Whatever the hell kind of creatures Purgatory had, they were still not to be trifled with. I mean, he was probably just some lowly human to these guys, after all. The way that goat guy threw him into the room like he was some beggar on the street a few moments prior practically proved it.
Gill's stomach dropped at the mention of there being a possibility of him going to a place of eternal damnation. "I know we got off to the wrong start and all but cut me some slack would you? I don't remember how I died so you can't just ship me off like that, can you?!" He pleaded, a lot more humbled than his previous outburst. "The idea of you snooping through my mind doesn't sound very favorable either." He added with a grimace.
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Post by James on Dec 13, 2014 16:40:33 GMT -8
Ramses sighed and tapped a finger on his desk. "Well, i'll need to find out somehow." He sighed, staring at Gilligan. "..Maybe someone you know saw how you died. I could temporarily take you back to your shitty, corrupt wasteland you call your home so we can figure this out. I have the time and I got nothin' better to do." He said as he completely disappeared out of nowhere, then reappeared behind Gilligan. He picked him up by his shirt collar. "Okay, c'mon you organ sack. I'm pretty tired so lets get this over with. If i'm not thorough with information on you i'll get fired."
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