Appearance: 5’10, hazel eyes, Athletic, tattoo upper right arm, dresses in suits.
Age: 32
Occupation: Mob boss
Ehtnicity: Italian
Area of death: N/A
Established time of death: Immediately
Other: He cares much for his girlfriend and no one else, Very impulsive temper.
Reaper entry
"ummm sir, sorry to bother you but umm... we have a problem and you might want to deal with this one yourself". "Damn it frank! didn't I tell you I'm doing important business and didn't want to be bothered! jesus! why do I always hire the idiots!", "but sir it's about your family. we found a bomb placed under your girlfriends car, luckily we found it before anything could happen". "what! isn't Joseph in charge of finding these things! where the hell is he!". "Follow me sir, we thought you might want to talk to him" they arrive to the warehouse where joseph is kneeling and crying; "hey there Joseph, you out of all the people should know how important my family is to me, do you have a family Joseph?", sobbing and scared he replies "n...n..no sir but please sir! don’t do it, I swear I won't mess....","shut up joseph! I just asked if you had a family, now please I'm talking. I'm sure I pay you damn well enough so screw up like these don't happen! now, what the hell is this! Frank here tells me someone else found a bomb where your job comes into place! what do you think a man of my stature should do, what possible consequence could there be for a screw up that endanger the lives of my loved ones...it's only fair Joseph....see you in hell."
If you think life after death doesn’t exist boy are you wrong. Turns out there is a whole new world! Just like the in the real world there are those who just walk around who imagine their own little world sort of like their dream place. I can’t see these worlds or interact with all these people since I’m in a whole nother class but I have a totally different role in this society that is a whole lot more fun than sitting around in my own little space. And just like me there are many other people who fill the role of helping out those who end up in that realm. There are many rules and boundaries put on in this world I half of which I don’t even know yet. So how things go is that there are 4 different types of realms in all existence, the living, the soul society, hell, and heaven. The world of the living is well…where all living human people live in and depending on what it is you do in this world decides whether you will end up in the soul society, hell or heaven. The soul society is where the majority of these souls go to in the afterlife, here normal people with normal lives spend the rest of eternity, its really not as bad as it sounds though you’d imagine a reality changer such as dying and discovering that realms even exist would make people go crazy. Next we have Heaven which is reserved for those souls which have done nothing but pure deeds and for those above average Samaritans with nothing but pure intentions and haven’t committed any many sins in the real life basically what the living call saints. Now hell keeps the most tortured souls which Lucifer detains him self. These tortured and desolate souls are what you can say Lucifer’s subordinates. A scary thing about Lucifer ,though, is the idea that he could escape hell and cause chaos in every realm, probably to the point of annihilating everything in his path and what is stopping him from doing so I do not know. Lastly my job is being in charge of taking the souls of the living in a certain region and escorting them to the gates and let someone else do the rest. I was only told so much information which is all I need to perform my role I was told by some higher power. I’m just a small fish in an ocean full of sharks. Anyways my role consists of 3 parts, first I get a file which contains all the info needed to find and observe the person for an established time. Second I have to travel to the living world and “depart” them from this world. The last step in my job is escorting them the doors of judgment and let some higher power do the rest. It’s simple really I would do this all the time in the real world so it’s a piece of cake
I’ve told you the steps in departing the souls from the leaving but why even bother to do any of this you might be wondering? Well easy, my role keeps balance in all the realms if I cannot perform my role these lost souls will be wondering endlessly trapped in between all the realms for all eternity, that or one of Lucifer’s closer subordinates will take that lost soul and keep them in hell forever. I just do the job because it is fun and it’s either the assignment or me being stuck in this shit hole for a long while until another assignment arises in my region. I really don’t know and don’t care who I work for it seems like I work for Lucifer though since he’s popped out me several times before for not doing work I am supposed to do. And let me tell you Lucifer is one scary guy, he’s not those half man half beast type of thing he embodies whatever it is that one soul’s fear might be, although when appearing in front of me he appears as a shadowy figure almost like a black cloud of smog or some sort of smoke it’s not really clear what he is, thankfully I’m a reaper and I’m an exception to this rule. But don’t think I’m the only reaper that exists in all the realms oh no there are at least hundreds more roaming the realms some good and some bad and some well…. just pure evil but all for the same purpose and each are assigned to a region in the real realm. If one fails to do the job its first come first serve between good and bad over who gets that soul. Death comes naturally I’ve been told the lives I’m taking have to be taken it’s part of life a segment of destiny old, rich, poor young all will come to an end no matter what, destiny forgives none it’s a weird thing destiny luckily I was ruthless enough to get the job and I’m happy with it what is there to be mad at I mean I don’t get hungry, I don’t need to sleep, and I can’t die! One thing I truly do miss is the love I felt alongside my girlfriend. She was exuberantly beautiful and thoughtful of everything I did. She was the only person I truly loved and took her for granted I can’t tell her exactly how much I lover her anymore but I will visit her in the real realm to remind me that she still there, alive and well. I only wish I could remember exactly how it is I died so I can get that rat and kill him myself, but yet another rule comes into place to protect all realms from interfering from each other is that before the souls of people depart, their memory of seconds before they die is erased so no issues arrive and panic won’t engulf the souls and make them lose control and get lost in the middle of realms forever. So my job is to come in before the soul may panic escort them to the gates of judgment and make sure their path is towards that which they deserve, If my role is even a tad late who knows what might happen to that soul but I really could care less what happens.
Another cool thing are my powers, I have an infinite amount of powers which range from creation to destruction. First off I have my main power which allows me to teleport anywhere I want to in the living realm in an instant basically. Next is the power to create or move objects at will I can create any material object that may be found in the living world of course, anything too crazy and will cause chaos among all. I can also destroy or make objects disappear depending on the situation which would be more useful. I could go on and on with my powers but these are just a couple main ones I may use to create so called accidents to depart the soul from the living. I can also of course make living souls do what I want them to do without arising suspicion or cause malfunctions in material objects in the living world. It’s crazy the range of powers I have to make accidents happen all of course are limited to being able to use them only in the living realm.
And I could go on rambling on about the many rules, realms, and rolls that go on here but that would be boring so why don’t we get on to matters of more interest and I write and show you how exactly it is I depart souls from the living world and how much fun it is to have god like powers and mess with these pitiful souls who I could care less to what happens to any of them I’m just there to have some fun and get out of this hell hole.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Major Play
Characters:
Heather Pierce: 32 years old, scared of getting old, rude and stuck up.
Grace Pierce: 56 Heather's mother modest, trustworthy and assertive.
Gordon Winters: Detective, 27 years old is a novice at his job but has desire to be a great detective
Mark Watson, 45 years old, Detective veteran very precise likes to be alone, and is very intellictual and very perceptive
Morris Kraemer: 38 years old he is the police commander, dependable, dedicated but is corrupt
Tracy Blum: 27 Beautiful, outspoken and is a postive person
Plot: Heather is killed by an unknown person who is bascially making the police force run around frantically clueless about everything, while gordon and mark are the two detectives on the case though gordon was just assigned to this new branch he is very well qualified though mark thinks nothing of his qualifications and thinks that he knows nothing until he's spent 10 years doing what he has, eventually they bond and form a colleague relationship while running in circles tying to think like a serial killer and his reasons all while working around their commanders corrupt ways which they cant do much since he is in higher power all while he's cheating on his wife with tracy. The killer's reasons for doing all this are to show a lesson the corruptness of the governments policies
Heather Pierce: 32 years old, scared of getting old, rude and stuck up.
Grace Pierce: 56 Heather's mother modest, trustworthy and assertive.
Gordon Winters: Detective, 27 years old is a novice at his job but has desire to be a great detective
Mark Watson, 45 years old, Detective veteran very precise likes to be alone, and is very intellictual and very perceptive
Morris Kraemer: 38 years old he is the police commander, dependable, dedicated but is corrupt
Tracy Blum: 27 Beautiful, outspoken and is a postive person
Plot: Heather is killed by an unknown person who is bascially making the police force run around frantically clueless about everything, while gordon and mark are the two detectives on the case though gordon was just assigned to this new branch he is very well qualified though mark thinks nothing of his qualifications and thinks that he knows nothing until he's spent 10 years doing what he has, eventually they bond and form a colleague relationship while running in circles tying to think like a serial killer and his reasons all while working around their commanders corrupt ways which they cant do much since he is in higher power all while he's cheating on his wife with tracy. The killer's reasons for doing all this are to show a lesson the corruptness of the governments policies
Short story
Short Story
Chris Yeager is the name of the one who was once a famous magician. He was the most known in the Vegas strip whose tricks ranged from simple card tricks to the disappearance of any material or live object. He was at the peak of his magical career earning millions in revenue and living the life of a true star until it all came to an end doing what he does best.
Like many magicians Chris’s career started in his teens simply manipulating cards and learning techniques which he could then show off to his fellow classmates, he wanted attention he wanted all to know him and he accomplished it. One time he even performed for his high school talent show and one first place, from then on his hobby sky rocketed and eventually became his career. He started off with little gigs here and there they were great except for the fact that he knew nothing about publicizing himself and becoming big- a star. But who needs to know any of that when a sponsor is among the crowd and simply offers you a deal. Well luckily for Chris that’s exactly what happened some one sponsored him and within a few months he became huge in his city and soon expanded his horizons and then came Vegas where every performer can have the chance to shine and he did, he shined brighter than any star that ever landed in Vegas. Chris was now earning hundreds of thousands a night and gaining millions and millions of fans but not without taking risks. He took many of them; well he had to at least to keep the audience at the edge of their seats, nobody wants to see the same trick twice. So he thought of new acts and new tricks. Though this went well for a couple of months he soon was running out of ideas so hard times called for hard measures and so he researched and researched until he found the perfect trick. It had no name so he called it “The Catch of death”. This crazy trick consisted of a gun a bullet and him trying to catch the bullet. This is one of the most dangerous tricks for any performer. One because Magician’s insurance does not cover the death from bullet or the death of any other person. Two because well…even a fraction of error can cause death, better said any error is equal to death when attempting this trick. Much hype was created on the behalf of this trick and why not since no magician dared try this trick for they have zero room for error. So Chris’s show began that night he started off with little warm-ups and card tricks and slowly moved on with the harder and more dangerous performances until the time came for the main act of the show. For “The Catch Of Death” he grabbed a real bullet asked a person from the audience to inscribe their initials on the bullet on the casing and on the bullet itself once done his assistant backstage would do the same on wax bullet then place a previously fired bullet in a compartment on a bullet proof vest
So when Chris placed his vest on he would grab the bullet and place it in his mouth so when the wax bullet was shot it would hit his vest already melted the casing would be on the floor with the right initials the wax bullet would be dissolved to give the effect of Chris getting shot and the already previously fired bullet would be in his mouth which he would then show to the audience. All this was perfectly planned and executed except for the one factor that a man who despised Chris shot him in the head right after the act was completed. And thus the tragedy of this once great magician is concluded.
Chris Yeager is the name of the one who was once a famous magician. He was the most known in the Vegas strip whose tricks ranged from simple card tricks to the disappearance of any material or live object. He was at the peak of his magical career earning millions in revenue and living the life of a true star until it all came to an end doing what he does best.
Like many magicians Chris’s career started in his teens simply manipulating cards and learning techniques which he could then show off to his fellow classmates, he wanted attention he wanted all to know him and he accomplished it. One time he even performed for his high school talent show and one first place, from then on his hobby sky rocketed and eventually became his career. He started off with little gigs here and there they were great except for the fact that he knew nothing about publicizing himself and becoming big- a star. But who needs to know any of that when a sponsor is among the crowd and simply offers you a deal. Well luckily for Chris that’s exactly what happened some one sponsored him and within a few months he became huge in his city and soon expanded his horizons and then came Vegas where every performer can have the chance to shine and he did, he shined brighter than any star that ever landed in Vegas. Chris was now earning hundreds of thousands a night and gaining millions and millions of fans but not without taking risks. He took many of them; well he had to at least to keep the audience at the edge of their seats, nobody wants to see the same trick twice. So he thought of new acts and new tricks. Though this went well for a couple of months he soon was running out of ideas so hard times called for hard measures and so he researched and researched until he found the perfect trick. It had no name so he called it “The Catch of death”. This crazy trick consisted of a gun a bullet and him trying to catch the bullet. This is one of the most dangerous tricks for any performer. One because Magician’s insurance does not cover the death from bullet or the death of any other person. Two because well…even a fraction of error can cause death, better said any error is equal to death when attempting this trick. Much hype was created on the behalf of this trick and why not since no magician dared try this trick for they have zero room for error. So Chris’s show began that night he started off with little warm-ups and card tricks and slowly moved on with the harder and more dangerous performances until the time came for the main act of the show. For “The Catch Of Death” he grabbed a real bullet asked a person from the audience to inscribe their initials on the bullet on the casing and on the bullet itself once done his assistant backstage would do the same on wax bullet then place a previously fired bullet in a compartment on a bullet proof vest
So when Chris placed his vest on he would grab the bullet and place it in his mouth so when the wax bullet was shot it would hit his vest already melted the casing would be on the floor with the right initials the wax bullet would be dissolved to give the effect of Chris getting shot and the already previously fired bullet would be in his mouth which he would then show to the audience. All this was perfectly planned and executed except for the one factor that a man who despised Chris shot him in the head right after the act was completed. And thus the tragedy of this once great magician is concluded.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Marcus
10/16/11
4th
Haikou
covered moon light sky
what a beautiful sight
a rare thing to see
The angry skies roar
endlessly throughout the day
no light to be seen
a ladder and toys
a dim light shines on the room
a view to the town
two people one hurt
looking back while running
image of chaos
beauty, merely half
it means nothing without love
together make one
reaches of mankind
extend throughout, far and wide
always polluting
10/16/11
4th
Free verse poem
related goals and objectives
ideals and more
from different nations and countries
all come together ignoring color and race
giving to some and others more
none the less great to all
Many suffer hardships as they approach their goal
others sacrifice friendships and all
some travel many moon and suffer he hellish day
all for that one goal which many only dream
upon arrival we unite to try and reach that one goal
we survived the studies
survive the jobs
all to accomplish the american dream
10/14/11
4th
Color essay
blue is a color that satisfies anger urges for me personally, it soothes the mind, calms the soul, and relaxes the body. when i think of blue i think of the ocean waves, tide after tide, i can imagine night blue sky calms as can be. if by any chance i' were to get in any type of argument i can just lay in my bed listen to my music and imagine anything related to the color blue and it magically all goes away. it might seem like a stupid reason to choose blue as my favorite color but when i think of blue i always think about peaceful or calm settings. it's just very enjoyable to feel something like that any time I'm in stress. moreover blue is everywhere peaceful, the water the sky day or night. its basically everywhere so its easy to imagine such things when i see the daily.
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