*****************************MEANWHILE******************************
As Death reclined in the first class seat he just kept thanking all the lost souls in
tartarus for a chance to sit in a chair that wasn't worn out.
"Ahh," he made a quick sigh, his eyes closing.
"Care for a martini... uh.. sir,"the stewardess who had come up beside his chair
asked. Infront of her was a small cart with various beverages.
Death opened his eyes and said simply,"Actually I'd prefer a Bloody Mary." He
gave a wide, very toothy grin and made the girl almost pass out. As it was she had to take
her 15 minute break early due to unnatural gray hairs poking out. Or should we say white
hairs...
The flight droned on for hours upon hours for Death, reading his magazines and
sipping his Bloody Mary, which wasn't exactly how he liked it normally, he was having a
blast on his first vacation ever. He usually liked a Bloody Mary with real blood from girls
named Mary. Afterall, he was Death, the great reaper of souls. He could afford to drink a
little here and there. I mean it's not like his boss would find out, he was his own boss,
even though he did have a schedule to keep, somewhat.
As the plane landed at the airport in the Bahamas Death looked out surveying the
area around. Girls in bikinis, girls in one piece suits, girls in short shorts. Death grinned
and rubbed his palms, er...hands... er bones together as one thought popped into his
head,"Ahhhh Unlife is good."
With that he gathered his luggage and got off the plane, making a beeline for a
hotel to drop his stuff off of so he could get down to his first priority.... Girl chasing.
Hitting the beach with nothing but a pair of sunglasses, his swim trunks on and the
same tacky hawaiian shirt on his back, Death started looking around for his first gal pal.
Spotting a young girl sunbathing on a fluroescent pink towel he began to strut over there
with an arrogant air. Plopping his towel down besides hers he tried to think of his best
pick up line. Rubbing his bony palms.. er... well bones, together he pushed the sunglasses
back up on his forehead, taking in the girl laying beside him. She had on a navy blue
trimmed in white string bikini that was very skimpy. She was practically begging for a guy
to try and hit on her Death thought to himself as he cleared his throat.
"So.... come here often,"he asked trying to make his voice sound deeper and more
buff than the mere skeleton with eyes that he was. Well he was a little more than just a
skeleton, he did have some flesh left but it was stretched tightly over his bones and was
slightly... discolored.
The girl looked up at him, removing her own sunglasses and pushing a strand of
her black hair behind her ear.
"Oh... eww.. you are like so totally gross, oh ick ick ick,"she said with the tone of
a valley girl as she pulled away and hastilly packed her things up and almost flew from the
beach.
Sitting dejectedly Death snapped his finger bones and muttered,"I hope they have a
good plastic surgeon down here...."
Sighing he stood up, gathered his towel and trudged off to his hotel room to make
a few phone calls.
As Death reclined in the first class seat he just kept thanking all the lost souls in
tartarus for a chance to sit in a chair that wasn't worn out.
"Ahh," he made a quick sigh, his eyes closing.
"Care for a martini... uh.. sir,"the stewardess who had come up beside his chair
asked. Infront of her was a small cart with various beverages.
Death opened his eyes and said simply,"Actually I'd prefer a Bloody Mary." He
gave a wide, very toothy grin and made the girl almost pass out. As it was she had to take
her 15 minute break early due to unnatural gray hairs poking out. Or should we say white
hairs...
The flight droned on for hours upon hours for Death, reading his magazines and
sipping his Bloody Mary, which wasn't exactly how he liked it normally, he was having a
blast on his first vacation ever. He usually liked a Bloody Mary with real blood from girls
named Mary. Afterall, he was Death, the great reaper of souls. He could afford to drink a
little here and there. I mean it's not like his boss would find out, he was his own boss,
even though he did have a schedule to keep, somewhat.
As the plane landed at the airport in the Bahamas Death looked out surveying the
area around. Girls in bikinis, girls in one piece suits, girls in short shorts. Death grinned
and rubbed his palms, er...hands... er bones together as one thought popped into his
head,"Ahhhh Unlife is good."
With that he gathered his luggage and got off the plane, making a beeline for a
hotel to drop his stuff off of so he could get down to his first priority.... Girl chasing.
Hitting the beach with nothing but a pair of sunglasses, his swim trunks on and the
same tacky hawaiian shirt on his back, Death started looking around for his first gal pal.
Spotting a young girl sunbathing on a fluroescent pink towel he began to strut over there
with an arrogant air. Plopping his towel down besides hers he tried to think of his best
pick up line. Rubbing his bony palms.. er... well bones, together he pushed the sunglasses
back up on his forehead, taking in the girl laying beside him. She had on a navy blue
trimmed in white string bikini that was very skimpy. She was practically begging for a guy
to try and hit on her Death thought to himself as he cleared his throat.
"So.... come here often,"he asked trying to make his voice sound deeper and more
buff than the mere skeleton with eyes that he was. Well he was a little more than just a
skeleton, he did have some flesh left but it was stretched tightly over his bones and was
slightly... discolored.
The girl looked up at him, removing her own sunglasses and pushing a strand of
her black hair behind her ear.
"Oh... eww.. you are like so totally gross, oh ick ick ick,"she said with the tone of
a valley girl as she pulled away and hastilly packed her things up and almost flew from the
beach.
Sitting dejectedly Death snapped his finger bones and muttered,"I hope they have a
good plastic surgeon down here...."
Sighing he stood up, gathered his towel and trudged off to his hotel room to make
a few phone calls.