Who: Death & Open What: Coffee in the mess hall. (Quick starter! Because I'm going into work.) When: 09/23, around noon. Where: In the mess hall. Rating: I will applaud anyone if this gets above PG-13.
Death wasn't always the brooding sort. Only like, 90% of the time. The few times he wasn't involved sleep or getting nearly rammed into the wall by Oni who was thrashing in his sleep. Those we fun nights! There was time when Death wondered how the outside world looked now. He knew Fall had begun and even engaged in his own little ritual of celebration the night prior, which probably explained why he didn't want anyone to saunter into his empty room at this point- given the symbols he'd forged all over the place.
He sat alone in the mess hall. Was sad music playing? No. Not really. Maybe a nice instrumental but none of that dramatic Edward Cullen bullshit. He was clothed typically enough- a flowing gray jacket over a shirt that obviously wasn't his own, black jeans and combat boots. Why did he steal clothes? Why were clothes stolen from him? Where were all his jackets going? Why was he wearing a jacket in the first place? Because it's fall and he's cold. Or well, Death was always cold. He just ran cold. The times he wasn't involved hot tubs, the spa, or moments of trying to kill himself via heat. Never worked, clearly. Maybe he just needed a bigger fire...
His ring adorned fingers curled around a black mug, sipping from it equally dark coffee as he stared down at a spread of tarot cards he was slowly flipping then shuffling and redoing. Who was he reading for? Maybe no one. Maybe everyone. Or maybe he did small readings for the cooks because no one really seemed to give them much mind and they'd been nice enough to find him a black coffee mug after seeing him take one of the old white ones like it was going to melt his fingers off if he touched it. Nice people, really. Shit job, but nice people. He'd even gone so far as to grab a doughnut he'd yet to touch. It wasn't themed for the season- though he sort of wished it was pumpkin flavored. Maybe his handler could smuggle him a real pumpkin to murder via knife...