She is Waiting For You Part II: The Key Ulquiorra stood in the shower, letting the warm water run down his body. He couldn't remember bothering too much about cleanliness and hygiene. There were a few bars of soap and a couple bottles of shampoo at his disposal, but he never touched them. At times he wouldn't even bother with a shower altogether. All he ever did in the shower was let the water run down his skin for ten to fifteen minutes, and then dry off.
A little over fifteen minutes had passed when Ulquiorra shut of the water. As he drew back the grey shower curtain, he found that he wasn't alone in his bathroom. A sturdy, well-built man was standing by the door the bathroom, folding his arms. He looked displeased, like he had been waiting for Ulquiorra to finish up in the shower. Judging by the suit he was wearing, he was an Overseer, or at least currently working for them.
"You're coming with me," the man said in a voice that perfectly matched his size.
It had been three months (three months in this
JanuaryA blanket of snow,
plenty of room for angels.
Large rubber boots,
bundles of coats and scarves,
and plenty of hot chocolate.
The problem was
school wasn't cancelled.
Questions With No AnswersPrivate: Where's Bill?
Sergeant: I don't know.
Private: You don't think...?
Private: How can you say that?
Sergeant: This is war, Private. If someone goes missing, they are likely dead.
Private: But aren't you supposed to file it as "Missing in Action"?
Sergeant: To the person I report to, yeah. Any more questions?
Private: Just one. What are we doing out here?
Sergeant: You want to know?
Sergeant: So would I.
Sergeant: I would like to know, too.
Private: You mean you don't know why we're out here?!
Sergeant: I had orders from the lieutenant.
Private: So he knows?
Sergeant: He said we had orders, and then practically threw us into the chopper. Don't you remember that?
Private: I do, but I don't remember him saying what our orders were.
Sergeant: Neither do I.
Private: So he doesn't know?
Sergeant: I don't know.
Private: Does anyone know?
Sergeant: Someone has to.
Private: Are you sure?
Private: Does that mean Bill died wit
The Tim Tebow Drinking GameThe Tim Tebow Drinking Game:
1. Watch someone interview him.
2. Take a shot every time he says the word "Blessed".
After five minutes, someone will want to cut you off.
Sci-Fi PrologueI was told my people come from a planet called Earth. I was told Earth was a wondrous place, never failing to achieve despite being full of issues. It was a place where things like war and peace, life and death, and hate and love all coexisted.
That changed one day. An alien race, known as the Lushats, decided to invade. They wanted to colonize the planet, and they weren't into the idea of sharing with the inhabitants. It must've been crazy to have this happen to you. You were struggling to fight and survive against an alien species that you didn't even know existed just a few hours ago. The Lushats had superior weaponry, and a crazy amount of reinforcements; things looked pretty bleak.
Fortunately for humanity, rescuers came not a moment too soon. An entire military, from alien races that likewise we didn't know existed until that moment, took on the Lushats, and gave them a thorough pasting. This military was from the Galactic Alliance of Planets, which was a congregation of planets
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