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george lass excels at not giving a shit (andthenyoudie) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-09-28 01:02:00

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WHO: Amanda Grayson and George Lass
WHAT: George has a job to do. Amanda happens to be nearby.
WHEN: 11:30 AM
WHERE: Colligo University Park Bridge
RATING: PG-13 (non-graphic NPC death and language)
STATUS: In Progress

George stared with a carefully neutral expression at the post-it note that she currently held in her hand. Time was, her lips would turn downward in distaste every time she read about her latest reap. It seemed wrong, having your bare bones stats just scrawled out on a bright yellow square and handed to a stranger. Yet she'd slowly but surely grown accustomed to her job and all of the distasteful things that came with it. As this was a large part of it, by this point she now knew that the quickest way to avoid bringing attention to herself was by staying neutral when she looked at the information given to her.

P. Adams
Colligo University Park Bridge
E.T.D. - 11:34 AM

George sighed softly as she stuffed the paper into her pocket and glanced at her watch. Eleven twenty-nine. That meant she had five minutes to find her reap and get their soul before their time in the mortal realm expired. The only problem was, she was currently standing in a park filled to bursting with all sorts of people - half of whom were either milling around or crossing over the bridge - and any one of them could be the victim.

Not that this wasn't a typical issue for George. Or, any Reaper, really. Not knowing someone's first name made tracking them down a bit tricky. And whereas the running joke before, back in Seattle, had always been that Death must have a sense of humor and enjoy watching them all scurry about in search of its latest victim, George now personally knew Death and was all too aware that wasn't necessarily the case.

Fate, on the other hand... if George ever met that son-of-a-bitch, they were going to exchange some words. Because while it was a pain to hunt down these reaps, watching the bizarre sort of ways they died was even worse.

"Focus," George muttered under her breath as she once again re-surveyed the area. Was it the overweight guy with the chili dog? Or the mom pushing her child's far too expensive stroller? Maybe it was the punk-looking teen on his skateboard who kept trying to shove people down as he whizzed by.

Please, God, let it be the punk-looking teen.

With a heavy sigh, George leaned lightly against the edge of the bridge that overlooked the pond below, and turned to view the other side. As she side-stepped said punk teen on the skateboard, she managed to bump right into someone. Normally she'd ignore such a thing but, on the off chance this one was her mark, she glanced over her shoulder at the nice enough looking woman.

"Sorry about that," she apologized. Her tone wasn't overly guilt-ridden, but it wasn't like she'd pushed the woman over the edge of the bridge or anything, either.

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aproudmother
2009-09-29 03:23 am UTC (link)

Amanda had come out here to try and clear her head. After everything that had happened, and George's disappearance from the city on to of it, she needed to find some way to reconnect with the area around her instead of just doing things by rote. So, between classes, Amanda had slipped out into the grounds, allowing her mind to wander, and her eyes to shift around the area. She'd been allowing her gaze to wander so much that she didn't even notice when she bumped into someone until after the impact, blinking a bit and offering the younger woman a light smile of reassurance.

"It's all right, dear. No harm done," Amanda said, smiling at the young blond before turning her gaze over the bridge. "Are you looking for someone?"

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andthenyoudie
2009-09-29 03:41 am UTC (link)

Yes, actually. Someone by the name of P. Adams. Male or female, I'm really not picky. You wouldn't happen to be a P. Adams, would you? Sorry if you are, but it's your time to go and I've got a stack of pancakes with my name written all over them waiting for me at this greasy diner downtown.

George flashed the woman a smile in return. "Not really," she answered. "You know, taking in the sights. Doing a bit of people watching." She glanced around again, taking note of the usual suspects and trying to narrow down her focus.

One of these days, I'm going to get to Reap a reunion. Then everyone will have name tags on that say "Hi, my name is" and I might make it home in time for the late show. She flinched a bit as the kid on the skateboard hit a rock and did a flip, landing soundly on his back. Getting up, he sniffled miserably as he snatched up his board and ran off to nurse his wounds.

Of course, knowing my luck, it'll be a reunion of Bob Smiths from all over the world, crammed into one little room.

She looked back to the other woman. As the alarm on her watch beeped, signifying it was now eleven-thirty, she extended her hand to the stranger. "I'm Millie," she introduced herself. "Millie Hagan. Kinda new here. Just trying to get a feel for the place."

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aproudmother
2009-09-29 03:53 am UTC (link)

Nope. No P. Adams here, just... "Amanda Grayson," Amanda said, reaching out and taking the offered hand with a very well practiced and understanding smile as she nodded, glancing around her before chuckling. "Well, you started with a good place. Not nearly as complicated as the main part of the city," She said before glancing back over her shoulder to take in the small crowd that had gathered near the bridge. It was a good place to just relax for awhile.

And being new would certainly explain the searching look that Amanda was sure that she had seen. But still, no matter. No reason to dwell over these things.

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andthenyoudie
2009-09-29 04:17 am UTC (link)

Amanda Grayson. Not even close. Vaguely familiar, in a George really couldn't place it sort of way, but definitely not P. Adams. She kept smiling, though, making sure to shake the woman's hand and not immediately turn her attention away from her. No sense in coming across as too rude, after all. Sometimes, as Daisy had told her time and time again, having connections with some mortals was a good thing. It might help you out of a jam later on. The afterlife, after all, was a very long time.

"It's... nice, here," George heard herself responding as she pulled her hand away. If I were a dog and wanted a good romp through the park. What, have you people never heard of malls? "Very peaceful." She flashed Amanda another smile and then glanced around once again, taking stock of those around her.

Fat man with a chili dog, check. Woman with the stroller still on the table too. Hmm. Ooh! Kid with the skateboard is back. And someone on rollerblades. Didn't those go out of style in the nineties? And if they didn't, why the hell not?

"Patricia? Patricia Adams?"

George stiffened as the exclamation, her gaze snapping from the chili-dog guy to the conversation taking place not five feet away. The woman with the rollerblades had paused, wiping some sweat from her brow with the back of her hand as the woman with the stroller approached her with a bright smile.

"Oh my God! It is you, isn't it, Patty?"

At the rollerblading woman's nod, that was all it took for George to know this was her Reap. She didn't move, however, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Of course, as she waited, she couldn't help but notice the log that was being tugged partially across the bridge courtesy of some creepy little Gravelings.

Oh, how George hated Gravelings.

Shivering a bit, she turned to Amanda, about to excuse herself, when the kid with the skateboard gave Patricia Adams a shove as he rode past. She stumbled, arms flailing, directly at Amanda.

Well, it's not perfect, but I'll take it. George immediately sprang into action, stepping between the two women and catching her Reap by the elbows. "Woah!" she exclaimed as she helped right the woman once more. "Kids. Someone should really put a leash on them, huh?"

As she slowly released the woman, she ran her hand across her arm. Patricia nodded, her face slightly reddened, and offered Amanda an apology before waving at the long-lost acquaintance and skating off once more.

She made it all the way to the end of the bridge before she stumbled over the log, slammed into the railing, and toppled directly over the edge. George gasped in unison with the rest of the crowd - not because of the shock but because Amanda was still right there - and peered over in time to see the woman floating, face-first, in the pond below.

"Wow," she commented, trying (and somewhat failing) to put some actual sympathy into her tone. "I guess when it's your time to go, it's your time to go."

Lips pressed together and eyes wide, George looked back to Amanda and gave a small shrug. I really hope you buy this because this is as sincere as I get, lady.

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