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The Final Judgement.
The man sits at the end of the wooden table, hands folded over it's surface, his thumbs twiddling in a rather feverish way as he looks at the three who sit with him, a bead of sweat rolling down his pale skin. He watches the others, who quietly pass their own information to each other, muttering and deciding what his fate could be if he doesn't have all the criteria to become in those higher ranks.
All of a sudden a creaking is heard behind him, as he turns and looks up to see a rather large sturdy man with short-cropped blonde hair and light blue eyes looking down at him with a gentle expression. The blonde lays a hand onto the man's shoulder, squeezing gently in a form of reassurance.
"Hey, don't worry. You're lucky to have made it this far. Usually no one gets turned down after this stage." He then smiles, pulling out a small bag of chips from his pocket, offering them out to the sitting man. "Chip? The name's Stan by the way."
"...No thanks, I'm quite alright. Tha' name's Christian." With this he smiles, feeling a bit of a pressure get knocked off his shoulders by speaking, British accent a bit on the heavy side which seems to amuse the large man as he takes a bite out of the salty potato slice.
Christian's eyes hover over the three figures, one a short girl with springy curls, one a very thin, older gentleman, and the other a slightly athletic-looking man who seems to be expressing the most emotion, moving his hands and lips at the same time. Nudging Stan's arm he asks,
"Kin' you tell me who they are?"
The big man raises an eyebrow and studies the three, then takes another chip out of the bag.
"The one in the button-down shirt is Darian. The man sitting next to him is named David, but he's mute. The girl.... Well, you probably know her name already."
Of course Christian knew who she was. She was the first one he met, on the bus to her home. She explained to him what he was, and answered all the questions he had, in turn letting her rest against him on the long ride.
"Alright, we're done with this sorting shit."
The man known as Darian sighs, shoving his papers over to David, who silently begins organizing everything with a tired expression; coffee resting in a shaking palm. Christian focus' on the man, certain he will speak first.
"Okay.... So you're name is Christian Sylvester Steele, you're twenty-three-"
"Twenty-nine." The girl fixes her glasses, receiving a glare from the older male for the correction before he clears his throat and continues,
"Twenty-NINE, and have a home in California. You are unemployed currently, having never attended college and live with your.... Parents." At this Darian laughs, breaking the tension.
"Your PARENTS? DUDE. The HELL is wrong with you!?"
Christian sighed, though finding self grin a bit.
"Nothin' wrong with me. I'm 'living large' on tha' coast."
With this Darian shrugged, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up, taking a long, slow drag, glancing up at Christian.
"You don't smoke, drink, or do drugs, nor have you even had SEX. Jesus Christ, you've been living in a hole."
"There's nothing wrong with being straight-edge." The curly girl suddenly piped up, smiling at the still slightly nervous man.
"Yeah, that's cause YOU'RE a fucking fruit too. DAMN. You guys are no fun."
With this Stan now laughed, covering his mouth so chips don't spray out of it.
"Hey Darian, just because you go around being everyone's friend with benefits doesn't mean everyone has to be."
"LOW BLOW, MAN." Darian says this sarcastically, running a hand through his hair, getting up and taking another drag of his ciggy. "You're in. Congrats."
Christians eyes widened at the sudden verdict, the entire decision seeming to be much to quick to be realistic.
"R...Really? Are you sure?"
"Do I have to say it AGAIN? You're IN. Go, frolic, be fruity." The man rolled his eyes before leaving the room to go do whatever he does in his spare time. Soon after David got up as well, though slowly, hands shaking in an arthritic sort of way as he carries the folders and his mug of coffee, giving a nod the the newcomer before exiting.
"Congrats, Christian. You'll grow to like it here." Stan patted the man on the back, then turning and walking through another door that seems to just appear in front of him. The only one left was the girl, who suddenly came over and hugged the newcomer tightly, smiling.
"Welcome home."
Published 4th Apr 2012
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4th Apr 2012 1:32pm
...paradox play
h'ow
ever,
there is No final judgement
a'least not'til wee(humanity)is final'ly eXtinct, & there'll be
No(living)Body left to offer nor hear th'verdict, or
Suffer The ConSequences.........a'haha!
h'ow
ever,
there is No final judgement
a'least not'til wee(humanity)is final'ly eXtinct, & there'll be
No(living)Body left to offer nor hear th'verdict, or
Suffer The ConSequences.........a'haha!
