LindseyNicole1999 [2019-08-28 21:55:15 +0000 UTC]

                           Happy birthday

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RafaelBarron55 [2019-08-27 21:40:50 +0000 UTC]

Happy Early B-day 

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LindseyNicole1999 [2019-05-07 11:05:01 +0000 UTC]

hello...

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coolteacher0012 [2019-05-01 19:49:27 +0000 UTC]

you haven’t posted for a while so I got worried and came here just to check if you ok

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StarPearl46 [2019-04-25 10:54:26 +0000 UTC]

Thank you for the fave!!

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Vexed-Starlight [2019-04-25 02:19:03 +0000 UTC]

“It’s a timeless job. Someone is always dying. Young or old. Someone is always dropping dead like a fly when it hits against a speeding car. This is my job. A hearse man. My job is never done.”

    Rain beat down onto the roof of the hearse, the rotting smell of the body in the back would make anyone want to vomit and get out of the vehicle, but not for this man.

    Oh no, this job was just one of the many for him. He’s done much worse. Gravekeeper, murder scene cleaner, sewer worker. He’s done the worst of the worse. So being a Hearse driver wasn’t the baddest of things. He quite enjoyed being able to drive a lot. He liked driving.

    George Cree was a lean man, slightly muscular in certain areas, mainly his arms and legs. Tanned with dark hair like dark chocolate. His deep green eyes seemed to glow a little from behind his sunglasses.

    He was dressed up in a handsome black button up, black jeans with black boots. His job required him to wear a lot of black. He was basically connected to the mortuary . His job was to transport the coffins to the mortuary where they’ll be later dealt with.

    George was on his way to the mortuary. His job entitled him to pick up bodies from the local hospitals. Honestly, he felt a little bad that people died in hospitals, but he needed the money, so he didn’t feel that bad. Money was money, and he needed it for how his life was going.

    George was a single father of three. And I say “was” since he lost all three of his children. His two sons and one daughter had died and he was forced to bring their own limp, petite and frail bodies to the mortuary. He wanted to watch what would happen to them, but he was told to leave before they could do anything to the bodies.

    He had gone numb after that day. He couldn’t keep a stable job, financial status or relationship. He remembered that last month he was dating this beautiful woman. Fair skinned, long red hair that flowed like a roaring fire and emerald green eyes that almost resembled the real gemstone itself.

    He loved that woman. His sweet Annabella. She was the woman of his dreams. But she left too soon. He remembered they had gone out for some drinks. But the rest was hazy until he woke up in his bedroom, with Annabella laying lifeless body on his bed.

    He was in a panic. He couldn’t remember anything from the previous night. It was two in the morning. He called the police, crying heavily over the phone. When the police arrived, they couldn’t find any evidence that she was murdered. It appeared to the police that she had killed herself or it was a fatal accident.

    George was left in a state of utter sadness. He didn’t go to work for months since his beautiful Annabella had been killed. His boss later fired him and he was left jobless for weeks on end. He tried working other places, brighter places, places with uplifting tones and such, but he always found a way to be fired. He felt as if his life was crumbling down around him. That was until he saw an ad in the morning newspaper.

    The mortuary was looking for a local hearse driver, someone who had a lot of free time. Which George did. Someone who was willing to be called in whenever they needed them. Which George was. He was so happy to find this article in the paper. He called the number and was happily hooked up with the job. Even though his kids and lover had died, he felt sort of happy to finally have a job.

    The day was a little rough, having to figure out the routes to the three different hospitals when he first started, but he slowly but surely got the hang of it and was able to navigate easily to each one and then be right back at the mortuary quite quickly.

    As the days went on, it felt like more and more people were dying from one of the hospitals. Western Christopher Hospital staff had been noticing a rather high spike in deaths, which caused a small panic in the other hospitals, them praying to the lord that they wouldn’t be infected with whatever Western Christopher Hospital was experiencing.

    George had been noticing as well that he’s been suddenly having random black spots in his memories. He’d be doing something and things would just suddenly stop and then start up again like nothing had happened, but huge chunks of his memories would be gone.

    It was just another day at work for him. But something felt off. People had been moving away from him, shaking in his presence and cowering in fear when he’d come around or try to walk up to them.

    George couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he just shrugged it off and went on his merry way, even if that sounds a little morbid for someone that drives around dead bodies in coffins like they’re royalty in a golden throne to death’s doorstep.

    Blackout. George opened his eyes. He was on his hands and knees in the middle of the street. Warm liquid squished out between his fingers as he lowered his eyes.

    Bright red. Fiery red. Warm red blood came oozing out from between his fingers. Little pieces of flesh floated around in it like little leaves floating on the surface of a puddle. He felt sick to his stomach. He sat up and stared around.

    So many people. So. Many. People. All staring at him like he had committed some horrible crime. And he had. He looked down fully and almost hurled.

    The dead corpse of an elderly woman lie rotting underneath him. Her saggy skin was torn slightly in certain places. Fresh wounds oozed with blood and some yellowish fluid that almost resembled pus. Her eyes had been popped out and the rest of her was too gruesome to explain.

    Sirens wailing in the distance made George get up quickly, but stumbling and falling back into the pool of blood, landing on the elderly woman’s body and squeezing more blood and pus out.

    The police showed up quickly, grabbed George by the arms and pulled him off to jail. George had no idea what was happening. Everything seemed to go black before he woke up in the middle of the streets.

    But that wasn’t the end. The murders kept happening. And his job kept going forward. The police and people were baffled and confused. Unbeknownst to people and even George himself. He was apparently born with an identical twin who was later abandoned in favor of him.

    People kept blaming George for the murders. Some believing that he was somehow escaping from prison and still acting out on his violent crimes. He was later sent into the mental hospital after all the stress and confusion finally caused his brain to short circuit and give out, leaving him as a mindless and loopy man laughing and sitting upside down in a padded white room.

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Vexed-Starlight [2019-04-24 20:26:12 +0000 UTC]

Little Vexter: *Hiccups while rubbing his eyes as he walks into the house ;w;*

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Vexed-Starlight [2019-04-24 01:39:15 +0000 UTC]

Samuel: G-Grace..~

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Vexed-Starlight [2019-04-23 23:38:43 +0000 UTC]

TOU Vexin: Joshua....?

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Vexed-Starlight [2019-04-22 01:16:47 +0000 UTC]

Molly: Norah! ʻO ke kaikuahine nui!(Big sister!)

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Vexed-Starlight [2019-04-21 03:48:55 +0000 UTC]

FU Vexter: *Grabs Adam's ass*

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Vexed-Starlight [2019-04-19 18:35:19 +0000 UTC]

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Vexed-Starlight [2019-04-19 16:17:00 +0000 UTC]

CAU Claudia: Senpawi?

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