Alright, here we go. 2nd chapter! I'm glad you all liked it! I need to thank some people first, before I start. Oh and sorry for the messed up formatting paragraph wise. 's formatting is messing it up. I am aware that the paragraphing isn't correct.

Veruca- I'm glad you like it! I hope to keep this going!

Tiger Lily- Thank you for confirming that I got the characters down! I was a little wary about that.

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Disclaimer- I don't own DLM, damn it! MGM does along with Showtime. I'm not making any money out of this, just pure enjoyment. Ok that's all have fun. Oh, and if you have time, please review at the end! Ok, that the reviewers are taken care of, the disclaimer is done, the begging for reviews is finished... I think it's actually time for the chapter! Have fun and keep all hands, arms, legs and feet inside the moving vehicle at all times.

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After the creative deaths of a few Seattle civilians, compliments of the resident Gravelings, George and Roxy set off to work, while Daisy and Mason went back to the Waffle House for some brunch.

The bell overhead rang their entrance, yet again, as they walked into the air conditioned building. They were conversing about their morning soul snatches. The Gravelings had gotten an apparent creativity streak, as the deaths lately had been somewhat interesting to watch. Not that death was an enjoyment to see, but the Gravelings helped it a little bit.

"No, Mason!" Daisy laughed as they made their way to their usual booth, which Rube was still sitting in. "The man suddenly exploded! One moment, he was walking past me, and I took his soul of course and then a few seconds later all that was standing on that street corner was a smoldering pair of work boots. Quite ugly boots, may I add. I don't know how those Gravelings did that one, but they've been getting sneakier."

"Oh, right, right. I remember what that's called... wait." As Mason tried to remember what the name of assignment's death was, they both sat down, Daisy next to Rube and Mason in the seat across from them, and she ordered.

"Mason, honey, don't hurt yourself." She smiled at Rube and winked as Mason scoffed at her. He let the comment slide, however, as he really could not remember the name of the condition, and just ordered.

As Kiffany went to report the order, Mason began looking around the restaurant and what he was looking for caught his eye almost immediately.

"Ay, Rube," Mason looked at the older man, curiosity lacing his voice. "I see your little friend is still sitting in that booth." Daisy immediately looked past Mason to take a glance at the teenage girl sitting by herself, still reading her book.

"Yeah, Rube. Didn't you say we were going to meet her?" Daisy asked, her curiosity growing. "Or would you rather I went up to her and introduced myself?" Daisy's outgoing personality always got the better of Rube.

"No. No." Rube replied calmly, not the reaction Daisy wanted by the way. "You want to meet her? Fine, you can meet her." Rube motioned for Daisy to move over, and when she complied, got up and strode over to the girl. Daisy sat back down, watching Rube.

She looked up from her book as he sat down in front of her. Neither of the Reapers could tell what he was saying, but he talked to the girl for a few minutes and then gestured to the two adults sitting in the booth. The girl nodded and rose from her seat as Rube did the same thing. He walked back to his friends and the teenager followed. They stood at the head of the table, the girl almost as tall as Rube. There were details the Reapers hadn't noticed when she had walked into their world earlier that morning. Her eyes had an emerald sheen to them, but were hidden behind glasses. She had a necklace hanging from her neck that was shaped in a Chinese symbol that neither of the Reapers recognized. She stood with one arm crossing her body, the other hanging relaxed at her side. A slight smile crossed her pale face as Rube put an arm around her shoulders protectively.

"Mason, Daisy," Rube addressed the two. "This is Scarlet." Mason waved casually and Daisy smiled. "She just got here from Chicago, and will be joining us." The two stared at Rube with disbelief. The girl seemed to be only about fifteen years old. No way was she a Reaper like the rest of them. However, George was eighteen when she joined the ranks of the undead, so it didn't surprise them as much.

Scarlet's smile seemed to lessen a tiny bit as she saw their faces, but she waved back at their greetings. Rube sat back down next to Daisy, and gestured at her to sit with them. The only space was next to Mason, and she seemed to hesitate about that, but she sat anyway.

"I'm Daisy, Daisy Adair." Daisy held her hand out to the younger girl and Scarlet took it. "Nice to meet you and welcome to Seattle."

Scarlet's smile widened the tiniest bit at the politeness she was receiving. "Thanks."

Mason, however just kept looking at her in disbelief. Scarlet looked at him and he smiled nervously. A sharp pain radiated up his shin as Daisy kicked him under the table.

"Ow! I mean, yeah welcome! I'm Mason, but you already know that." Mason glared at Daisy for the pain that began to recede. "So, um how did you die?" He got another pain the leg from the question, but by two feet this time, one being Daisy's foot again, the other Rube's foot. "Oy! Bloody fuckin'... alright, alright I'm sorry!"

Scarlet just laughed however. Surprise covered Rube and Daisy's faces at her reaction. "It's no big deal, I'm fine with it." She reassured the fellow Reapers across the table, and then turned to Mason. "I actually died in a car crash. March 9, 2002. So really not too long ago, it just seems like a long time. What about you? How did you die?" Rube and Daisy glanced at each other as Scarlet matched Mason's abruptness, Mason, however, replied with the story of his death, searching for the permanent high and Scarlet reacted perfectly at the correct moments.

Mason nodded at the girl when he had finished his tale and then turned back to Daisy, sticking out his tongue at her. The starlet replied with a little bit harsher of a gesture that involved only one finger on her hand. Scarlet laughed at her rebuttal. Rube relaxed a little bit more and sat back in his seat. Mason and Daisy seemed to like her; he would have to see how Roxy and George would react.

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