character: Ryuk
What a boring life I lead.
Well, maybe "life" isn't the best of terms. Do shinigami really have life? Even if we did once, we've certainly lost it now: we chose to waste it on gambling, merely a cheap imitation of the true thrills one can only gain from life
I glanced down at the portal to the human world. It seems that the creatures down there have wasted their lives like us: repeating the same tasks day after day, doing their best to ignore the fact that they're bored out of their skulls.  

They're all rather boring now, have been for a while. There was one who was rather fun, but he became pretty tiresome after a while-smug too. He did cause quite a stir though, in both worlds. After that, there were a lot more cases of shinigami "accidentally" dropping their Death Notes into the human world. I even did it a few more times. But it was nothing but a waste of time: the new owners were incompetent and were disposed of before any could really do something worthwile. As for the humans, besides a couple Kira fanatics-who are pretty fun to mess with but otherwise useless-everyone just went back to their stagnation.

I got out my Death Note, flipped through the rules scribbled in my rather poor handwriting. It was once so impoqtant, its now-worn pages vibrant and exciting. I dangle it above the portal. I know that this journey will a waste of time, just like all the others. It'd be better if I gave up like my companions have.
Still, I haven't had an apple in a while.  

--Last edited by Itami on 2008-02-06 06:49:22 --

(Is there anything in the Italian language that doesn't mean "God is Gracious"?)
~Christian

It was about an hour until closing time. "Now if only people would stop wanting dinner at 23:00 at night,I could go back to my dormatory and get some sleep,"

"Christian! A couple just walked in. They requested a table in your area. You know them?"

My co-worker Aiden is rather....well, stupid, to put it bluntly. We work together at the Applefield, a restaurant in London. It's one of the best in London, in my opinion, and that's why I choose to work here. I always like to be the best. I always like to be in control.

The couple came in and I sat them, the woman ordered an apple pie, and the other ordered a steak with an apple juice. I got them their [coincedentally strange] order and sat down at a nearby table waiting for them to be done so I could leave. They ate their meal but did not talk, or look up for that matter, until they were both finished. I took their plates back and gave them the check.

After they had left, I was cleaning the counter in the back. When I retrieved the check, I noticed a small, black notebook under the check plaque. ((Thing)) I picked it up and a cold draft blew in from the open front door. Aiden forgot to lock up again. I locked up and started my journey through the dusty streets of London to my dreary abode.

((I'm SOO SOOOORY IT SUCKS SO MUCH! I'm just not very....alive today...))

~Christian

I entered my dormatory, and just hit the sac. After turning off the lights, it was pitch black.

"Hyuk hyuk hyuk hyuk..."

I turned on the lights as quick as a flash, and standing by my bed was this awful, clownlike-looking creature.

Suprised as I was, I played it cool. "So did you escape from the circus, or assylum?"

"You know, most people are a little more afraid of me when they see me,"

"I guess you could say I'm not most people,"

"I guess you could."

There was an awkward silence for a while...
"Okay, then. What did you want now?"

"My name is Ryuk. I'm a shiningami, or Death God."

"My name is Christian. Pleased to meet you. Now please leave, I need my rest."

"That notebook you have is very special. It can kill someone if you know their name and face. The instructions are printed in English in the first dozen or so pages. Have fun!"

He left, and I skimmed over the pages of the instructions.
"Kill someone, name and face, 40 seconds, cause of death, blah blah blah."

Disbelieving, I threw the notebook onto my bookshelf and went to sleep.  

--Last edited by Takumi on 2008-03-03 18:58:33 --

character: Ryuk

Am I really that desperate? I should've waited; maybe then that guy would've passed the Death Note on to someone more competent. As it is now, I'm stuck with this idiot. I'm not too worried about his attitude; like it or not, he'll be using the Death Note in a week at the latest; that's just how it works. It's after that that's the problem. He won't last long. He'll screw up just like everyone else has. I could see it in his eyes: he's nothing more than a naive little child. And then I'm stuck following him around, cursing the fact that I can't just ram a screwdriver into my head and put myself out of my misery.

(I can't help but picture Christian from Project Runway. . .I LOVE that dude XD!)

character: Ami

There's no way in hell I'm going to be able to get through this class. It's not really the class itself I don't like--psychology has always fascinated me--but the morons sitting next to me. God, you'd think that the school would try to limit the amount of idiots that can go to college; that's why we have to fill out those applications, right? I guess all that really matters is the money. So now I have to listen to these dumbasses instead of learning anything from the teacher. I should try to get into the class earlier so I can get a seat away from them.

I tried to focus on the teacher. He went on about the older theories on personality: everyone was split into three personality types based on one's body type. The class chuckled at the ridiculousness of the idea: who would actually believe that all fat people were jolly and all skinny people shy? I groaned. I hate how everyone feels so superior to those in the past, that all the beliefs of the past are absurd and not even worth paying attention to. Everything to these people is a fad. There are no such things as beliefs anymore.

(i didn't really accomplish anything, but whatever)

(ohmigawdtimgunnonthedailyshow!!!!!!)
~Ami

I could've skipped out of the class when it ended.

I had a break in between these two classes, so I decided to walk around campus for a bit. The college really was beautiful; I guess that I have those rich brats to thank. I would actually enjoy this school if it didn't have these people in it.

"Ah-meeee! Ah-MEEE!"

And apparently one of those people enjoys calling out my name incorrectly.

I turned around to see who it was. A woman with long brown hair wearing an orange dress was the one shouting. It took me a bit to recognize her: I hadn't seen her in a few years, and she was a very different person at that time. She ran over, waving like a fool. "I didn't expect to see you here Ah-mee!"

I struggled to come up with the name, but the accent pulled it out. "Kioko! This is a surprise." I faked a smile, but I didn't think she noticed. I remembered that she was Asian, but I could never remember from what country. "What are you doing here?"

"Probably the same way you got in: scholarships of course. There's no way I could afford this school on my own." Somehow the idea that she got in on the same merit-based scholarship that Ami did devalued her hard work. "So, how are you?" She moved in closer, smirking. "You're still in that. . .you know. . ."

I knew exactly what she meant: our little Kira club. That's where I'd met her in high school. Her boyfriend had been murdered and Kira had killed the murderer. I remember her going into her little rants about how if Kira wasn't around, she'd have killed herself a while ago. Kira was a god to her--her entire life revolved around what he did. I had hated that depressing little girl, but I found that I preferred her over the spaz in front of me.

I smiled back. She laughed. "We were so silly, weren't we? I'd gotten so upset when I saw that criminals weren't getting killed, but I started to realize that it was all pointless in the first place; Ren wasn't coming back no matter how many people Kira killed. I see you made the same decision I did." She giggled mischievously, as if she was talking about dating a bad boy rather than being in a cult.

"Kioko!" We looked over at the same time: some random blonde that I knew I'd never want to meet was waving her over. Kioko grinned back at me and ran toward him, shouting that she hoped that we had some classes together. I waved back and prayed that she would never be within walking distance of me again. When she left, I continued my walk around campus.

So Kira's pointless, eh? I wouldn't say that just yet.

(No, Kioko's never ever coming back: I just needed a character to fill the spot and was too lazy to come up with one. I didn't really accomplish anything in this one either, but I at least  gave a little about her past.)

Christian:

"What a crazy dream." I sat up in bed and looked out into the pale morning that was Tuesday.

"That clown, the notebook, yikes. Did someone drug my drink last night?" But the notebook was sitting on the shelf, as if taunting me.

"Wait just a tick... that's not mine-"

And then it dawned on me. That was real. He was some sort of demon, that Ryuk. And can this notebook kill? It can't be... can it? No...impossible. Illogical. Uncomprehendable.

During Psychology class:
The professeur drummed on at an inredibly boorish rate about what appeared to be nothing. Today's unrecognizable ramble was about the Kira incedent. "And so Kira will go down in history as the most insane serial killer there ever was."

"Nuh-UUHH!!" That annoying girl..Kioko, I believe it was. And believe me, she was ANNOYING. "Kira was the greatest hero the world has ever seen! He was God! And he..." [rambles on]

I looked down at my desk. Hey- why is the Deathnote there? I thought I left it in my dormatory? well-whatever I'm just tired and brought it along. But is it all coincedence that all this talk of Kira is happening right now? This notebook doesn'treally work, does it?
What happened next was what you could call...accident

Kioko Okendoe

"Saved my... acgkgh"
The professeur recognized that the annoying had stopped, and had now realized that one of his students had spilled to the floor...on HIS watch.
Kioko was gone forever.
"shit."  

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character:Ryuk
I guess I was right: this kid is useless. I had been watching him for the past few days--not by choice, of course--and waiting for him to use the Death Note. And when he does, he screws up! It won't be in his possession long, I guess. Isn't there anyone with a brain in this world left ? Now I'm stuck with him, and it'll take forever from when he's arrested and when he'll give up the Death Note so I can leave and start over again.