Hey all! Another update. Sorry for being a slacker on this one! I've been a bit busy, and I admit a bit lazy! Let me do some thank-you's first and then the disclaimer and then the ball will be rolling. Also, has screwed the paragraphing formats, I do know how to format a conversation, believe me. Blame !
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It was late afternoon when George was able to leave the Happy Time building and escape in her stolen Mustang convertible to freedom. Files had piled up over the day and she had just finished the majority of the pile, leaving the rest for the next day of work. There had been no post-it scheduled for that day except for the one given to her at breakfast and Rube hadn't stopped by Happy Time to drop another one off. George's paychecks hadn't come yet, so there was nothing she could do to fill her free time except head over to the Waffle House. George started her boosted car and headed over to the regular meeting spot for the group of Reapers.
When George arrived, she slipped into a parking space closest to the door and shut off her car. The young Grim Reaper slid out and sashayed to the door. The unwelcome weight of work had lifted off of her shoulders and she felt relaxed. George pushed her way into the German-themed eatery and headed to the booth where she could see Rube still sitting. It was still a bit early for Roxy to be back and it seemed that Daisy and Mason had gone off to other places of interest. George turned the corner and saw the back of another head that belonged to someone sitting with Rube, however. When George saw the back of the stranger's head, some strange emotion clicked into gear. Anger, possibly. The blonde girl stormed up to the booth to face the intruder and came face to face with the girl that had been sitting by herself that morning, Scarlet. But George didn't know that she was a friend yet.
"Rube, can I talk to you?" The eighteen year old reaper strode to the barstools and sat down with force. Rube held out a hand to the girl he was sitting with as if to say "Just a minute" and sat down next to George. She barely let him get comfortable before she began yelling at him in a hushed tone, so the brunette at the booth wouldn't hear her. "I thought you said no relationships with the living, Rube!"
Rube looked at George with wide eyes. "What the hell are you talking about, Peanut?" He had no idea who she was talking about.
"Her!" George gestured at the teenage girl sitting in the booth with an impatient air. "Who the hell is she?"
"Oh, you mean Scarlet?" Rube questioned calmly. He was used to George overreacting.
"No, the other girl you're sitting with. Yes, her!" George was starting to get really pissed at Rube's simpleminded answers.
"Scarlet is another Reaper, Georgia. She will be joining our group for a while." Rube explained to the girl in front of him.
"Another Reaper? What the hell? Who's getting replaced?" George questioned with sudden fear. She didn't want anyone from the group to leave. She couldn't handle another one of her friends to leave.
"Getting replaced? No one is getting replaced." Rube told her, and it seemed to calm George down the tiniest bit.
"Well then why is she here? If no one was getting replaced, there's no reason for another person to be in the division." George figured and looked at Rube for an answer.
"Scarlet just needed to be in another place for a little bit. And I hope you make her feel welcome." Rube lifted himself from the chair and sat back down across from the new Reaper.
George sighed with exasperation and followed suit. She sat next to Rube and faced Scarlet. Scarlet looked up and smiled at the older teenager, reached across the table and stuck out her hand. George looked at the girl's hand and then looked back up at the owner of the hand. Was she seriously that sickening polite? Well if this new girl could be polite, George could be just as polite. She took the girl's hand and shook it.
"Hi, I'm George." An extremely fake smile plastered itself across George's face, but Scarlet seemed to take it as a generous gesture.
"I'm Scarlet. Nice to meet you." George nearly gagged at how sweet she was being. A bit of time passed coldly between the two before Scarlet asked, "Uh, George? Could I get my hand back?"
"What? Oh, yeah sorry." George let go of the girl's hand and tried to think of something more to say. What came up was nothing but rude questions of the girl's origin and past life. But George being George asked them anyways. "So, um, how'd you die?"
Scarlet laughed at the second time she had been asked that question that day. It was not the reaction George was hoping for. "Car crash, actually. What about you?" Scarlet shot back.
George was a bit taken back at how impolite Scarlet could be. She was kind of starting to like the girl, surprisingly to herself. "I, uh, got hit by a toilet seat that fell from Mir."
"Oh, right! Toilet Seat Girl!" Scarlet voiced as George's face fell. That stupid nickname was going to follow her around for all of eternity.
"How'd you hear that?" George seemed to want to know more about Scarlet by the second, going against the feeling of dislike when she first met her.
"Ray, the head Reaper back in Chicago. He read it in the Trib after he got a call from Rube, actually." George shot a glance at Rube who coincidentally buried himself further into his newspaper.
The girls continued to talk about Scarlet's hometown. George had never even been out of the state when she was living. Chicago seemed extremely different from George's hometown. Scarlet told of the city as if it was a person, someone who she had loved so much. Rube looked over the top of his paper at the two teenagers. They seemed to be bonding, even though he could tell that George had been reluctant to let Scarlet become a part of the group in the first place. He hoped George would be welcome and learn a bit from Scarlet's reasons for leaving a place she seemed to love so much.
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TBC. R&R please if you liked it! Well that's kind of stupid to say read and review, because if you're reading this, you've already read the chapter. So just review! It's not hard! Thank you so much for reading it! Happy Thoughts.
-Pendragon4