bored.

Sam: *he glances over at you* oh, hey man

U: you feel fufilled?

*shrugs* I guess

U: cool. Now get the f**k out.

Huh?

U: *points to the door* judgement hall. Go.

*he looks at the door and opens it, going in*

*end rp*

U: cool.

But how am I supposed to kill him if I’m dead

U: a gun.

Oh yeah. Wait, how come you can’t touch me but I can touch things-

U: oh I could touch you. But I didn't want to.

Eh, good point *he pulls a gun out of his hidden coat pocket* shall we?

U: eh.

Suit yourself *he gets up and leaves*

U: *chilljn*

*after about 20 minutes he comes back* okay I’m done

U: hello.

What’s up *he takes a shot to whiskey*

U: late night to be drinking eh?

*shrugs* rough day. How about you

U: eh. could be better.

*he orders another shot of whiskey* what’s your name

U: Umbreon.

Nice to meet you *he takes another shot* you planning on gettin’ spent too?

U: eh.

*he clears his throat* what being you here?

U: this. *points to a tv, youre in a car when you are T-boned by an out of controll semi, killing you in the crash*

Damn- I’m really dead *he shrugs* not the most shocking news I’ve ever heard *he takes another shot, seemingly unbothered*

U: wow.

What?

U: youre reacting surprisingly well.

Eh, it’s probably for the best anyway. But if I’m dead, why does hell look like an early 2000’s bar

U: its purgatory.

Purgatory… isn’t that where you go when someone isn’t sure if you should go to heaven or hell

U: kinda.

And I’m guessing your the dude who decides

U: work.

Work? What kind of work would you have at a bar at 11 at night

U: the important kind.

Like…?

U: tell me, do you remember how you died?

*he looks over at you* excuse me?

U: heh. you died.

Mmmmmm, your f**king with me

U: nope. *he reaches through your chest, you are very much a ghost*

Oh shit- *he looks back up at you* what the f**k happened-

U: in a sense.

Am I going to heaven or hell

U: well neither, you have unfinished buisnes.

Unfinished business? What do you mean

U: something you wanted done didnt happen.

I mean, I could go for killing my dad quick

U: o ok.

Heh, nice *he gets up, taking one more shot*

U: well... where does he live?

Just about 20 minutes away