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She is Waiting for You Part I: The TeamThere was some elegance to the apartment. All the furniture was black, white, or some shade of grey. It created a certain amount of sleekness; the kind of sleekness one very classy individual lived his life with. The rest of the building, both on the interior and the exterior, shared the same color scheme. This continued for the rest of the city surrounding the apartment building.
For Ulquiorra, this wasn't exactly the kind of place he'd like to live in. But as he was thinking that, he reasoned with three facts. One, he never got a choice, both here and in recent memory. Two, because of that, he hadn't given much thought about what kind of place he would like to live in. And three, this was the first time in the two months of being in Purgatory that he'd even been inside this apartment, and who could say how long he'd be here for. So all in all, he stopped caring about it.
He paced over to the window, which just showed him buildings and buildings of the same, grey color scheme. The cit
A Realm of PurgatoryOne word can describe this world: grey. There is always a complete overcast in the sky. Everything is in such a neutral color, black, white, or a shade of grey. What color does exist seems to not exist as it gets sucked away by the greyness.
Most of Purgatory is encased in a large city. The buildings are all quite tall. And there are thousands of them. The city has the feeling that it goes on forever, that there is no end, no matter how far you travel.
Purgatory is governed by a group known as The Overseers. The Overseers run Purgatory as a business, dressing the part as well. They decide everything, leaving few if any choices to the people they have placed in Purgatory; their selection process for this has yet to be disclosed. They are also known for changing someone from time to time, altering where they end up upon revival.
Those who have made it here, to this realm of Purgatory, receive a designated time until revival. The common one is two years, though some receive more and other
FoxholeDo you dare to leave?
To venture off
through the upended fields
and broken homes;
where shadows of the lives,
now shattered in pain,
cannot rebuild what was before.
How far can you go?
Stay out of sight
for as long as you can.
fear can create strength,
surviving only because
you are too afraid
of being killed.
You must know,
there is no shame in staying.
Safety provided by the foxhole,
we don't want to die.
So we remain hidden,
in sandbags and soil;
Leave if you must,
call us cowards, then show
what it is to have a lion's heart.
No one will stop you.
Make it to the other side,
and we all survive.
But if you do notů
Age 10Could you look me in the eye
and say that life has gotten better?
You once smiled at me
told me I'd be rich someday.
A mansion, model wife,
retire by 30.
I told you
they'd build you a statue.
Immortalize your legacy,
never to be forgotten.
Let's call it a draw today.
Want to shoot hoops like old times?
Shell ShockedFog and blur
Rain, rain, more rain
And a big hill
It was a fight,
I chose survival,
and I will survive.
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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