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The Story

Your life is in the gutter. You are slowly circling the drain as you read this. For one reason or another life just stopped you from living and now it is trying to kill you entirely You just feel sorry for yourself and you can;t try and help yourself, either. But one day, as you go through your mail you see a letter. Your dismiss it as junk and trash it with the rest.

The next day though, as you take it to the dumpster it falls out. You pick it up. You try to throw it away, but you just need to open it. You do. It tells you to go somewhere, and despite what you think you should do, which is just go and chuck thte letter, you go.

What happens is wonderful. You go there and you see your dreams fulfilled. The next week is wonderful, your life is perfect. But then it begins to crumble. You go back to the same building, and you see others there. You go in. And this is where the mistake came. The man sweetly talking to you about how to keep what you want you must sacrifice a bit as well. So you all jump ahead of your senses and sign his contract. Your mistake.
The Plot

You guessed it, or maybe not. You just sold your soul to the Devil. Satan. He owns it, and he is a rather petty and angry man. Getting kicked from heaven to hell has that effect, after all. Your perfect life that you thought you got is very circumstantial. And to keep it you have to do whatever the devil says. Mainly, do what he says, whenever he says, all the time. You are hell's messenger. A Catcher of the escaped souls, the carrier of Satan;s words, the man who pisses the demons off for him.

Oh, and there is little thing about having to sacrifice a human every week or else you are sent to hell for the rest of your life, or rather death. And that is a long time. Like infinity, times one million, plus five.


I only ask one thing, really. Keep it in line.
Also 200 word minimum.

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Name: Clementine Fabian

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Written Appearance: Clementine has long dark brown hair which she often keeps in a bun or a high ponytail. Her eyes are a shade lighter than her hair. She stands tall and lithe, like a ballerina ought to. She wears makeup, but not too much - just a little bit here and there. She prefers dresses and skirts to pants and shorts. When she moves, she does so very gracefully.

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Personality:

Strengths:

Clementine is the quiet, intense type of person. She knows what she wants and she knows just how to get it. She pushes herself to the limit quite often, just to see how much she can take before she breaks. She's determined to get what she wants even if it means hurting herself. She doesn't accept second best and so drives herself to practice ballet tirelessly, every single day. She's hardworking and won't give up easily.

She doesn't really socialize with others, but that doesn't mean she's cold and unhelpful. She certainly prefers quiet places where she can simply enjoy the silence, but when she sees someone who needs help, she doesn't wait to be asked. She simply approaches and helps, without a word. She never expects anything back from others and lives by the proverb, "Do unto others what you want them to do unto you." She often puts other people before herself.

She isn't easy to open up to, but if you do choose to tell her things, she listens, doesn't say anything and lets you get it out of your system before saying anything.

As a result of ballet dancing, Clementine is very flexible and can squeeze into small spaces and smaller windows/vents. Her endurance is good, and she can jump and move quickly. Her overall coordination is good and she has a very good instinct for proprioception and kinesthaesia (meaning she knows the exact location/position of her body and is therefore able to avoid things very easily).

Weakness:

Clementine has a nasty habit of slapping people who say mean things to her. It's almost second nature, and she does it so often people who know her have gotten used to it. As mentioned before, she puts others before herself so whenever someone else is in grave danger, she tends to try and help them even at the cost of her own safety.

Sometimes, she pushes herself too hard and collapses in exhaustion. This has already happened a number of times and is likely to happen a lot more. She's a failure at fighting. She's far from observant and often focuses on a single detail instead of the entire picture.

History:

Clementine Fabian's parents had pushed her towards ballet at an early age, and though Clem doesn't particularly hate or love it, she's developed quite a passion for classical music because of it. She learned how to play the piano and nothing gives her greater satisfaction than learning a new piece and mastering it on the piano.

She loves the sound of the piano and constantly practices it, working her fingers to the bone. To appease her parents she has to practice her ballet as much as she does her piano, so she's become quite good at both. She doesn't play the piano in public, though, but is quite known in the dance community as a great dancer.

Unfortunately, somewhere late last year, she caught mumps and, though she recovered from the mumps, had developed labyrinthitis. As a result, she lost her hearing. This grieved Clem, because she couldn't hear the piano anymore, and what kind of dancer doesn't need to hear the music? Plus, Labyrinthitis causes her to lose her sense of balance, and she can't quite be a ballet dancer if she can't balance herself, right? Her reputation in the dance community crumbled, her star fell and even her own parents are disappointed with her.

Clem couldn't quite take it and simply holed herself up in her room all day, playing her piano again and again as if she could actually hear the sounds it made. The neighbors are annoyed with the constant playing of classical pieces - they appreciate it once in a while, but all day is overkill. So they asked her to stop playing and Clem's piano was transferred to the basement, where she could play it without disturbing anyone. Problem was that Clem had balance problems and couldn't make it down the stairs without tripping. At first she tried - kept dancing even though she fell all the time, kept going downstairs to practice her piano despite tripping a lot, but this only resulted in coloring her skin black and blue with bruises. From then on her mother, fearing for her daughter's safety, told her to stay put in her room, where she couldn't really trip around much.

When the letter came Clem hesitated, but was too desperate not to take the chance. It took a lot of time and effort to get to the mentioned place on time, but she made it (with a few cuts and bruises). When she woke up everything was great - she could dance again, and it seemed as if she was even better than before. She could hear the piano clear as day and play all she wanted once more. The dance community miraculously decided to give her one more chance, which she used to redeem herself. She is once more assigned lead roles in big production ballets and everyone pretends her episode with labyrinthitis and miraculous recovery never happened, which is fine with her.

Other: Uhm. Up for love? oO Oh! Clem has this habit of undoing her bun and redoing it whenever she's nervous. The more nervous she is about something, the messier the redid bun will be.

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Name: Samantha Cross.
Age: 20.
Gender: Female.

Written Appearance: Sam is tall-ish, about 5'7, with blond hair and dark brown eyes that almost look black.

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Personality: Sam is often moody, distant, caring, determined, kind, loving and fierce, especially when protecting those she cares about. She can sometimes seem intimating but she does have a kind and loving side. She's also got a nasty temper, but rarely loses it. She's often prone to nasty outbursts. When she at work, she's often very single-minded and driven to do whatever she can. You could say she's just a little obsessed with work, but never very neglectful. She likes her details.

Strengths: Smart, fierce, protective and knows how to defend herself after being in trouble for most of her life. Fencing, Archery and horse-riding. She's also a pretty good actor. Sam used to draw and paint, and is really good at it, but she's lost interest.

Weakness: Panics when backed into a corner and tends to overreact on rare occasions, such as confronted with past misdeeds. A little stubborn, a little temperamental, has a habit of thinking she's always right and a bit of an ego. Doesn't like violence or fighting but will fight if and when she has to. Can't handle authoritative figures but will try to co-operate if given no other choice. Doesn't think before reacting and is often too harsh on people.

History: Sam's life was wonderful. She had loving parents, she was rich, she had a thousand friends. She had the perfect life....until her parents died in a car accident and she was sent to her aunt. After that, everything changed. She was no longer rich, no longer had a thousand friends and no longer had her loving parents. She no longer had the perfect life. Instead she had a cruel and violent aunt. She was only 11.

As she grew up, the situation got worse and worse, until she eventually couldn't take it anymore and at 16, she tried to kill herself. Her Aunt's boyfriend found her and took her to a hospital, thinking that he'd saved he when he really hadn't. At 18, she tried again and failed again; the boyfriend having saved her a second time.

A week after she turned twenty, she found a letter. It asked her to go to some location, and Sam went--after much internal debate. But she was desperate and so she ended up going. She was only a few seconds late but she made it... And suddenly her Aunt was dead, she had her parents back, her money, her friends, a boyfriend. She finally had a real family. Until she went back to the location mentioned in the letter and found out what she'd done.

Other: Up for love. Always has a necklace with a key for a pendant. Has some nasty scars on her wrists from her suicide attempts.

Name: Theodore Bellamy
Age: 22
Gender: Male

Written Appearance: With perfect posture, elegant and always impeccably dressed and groomed, Theo looks like the rich kid he is. Shoulder-length brown hair (that's currently dyed blond), clear blue eyes and almost androgynous good looks complete the tableau. He’s thin, just this side of fit and of medium height. Usually wears dark-colored clothes, and frequently sports glasses and gloves.

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Personality:
Strengths: Theo's quick on his feet, with good hand-eye coordination and a knack for precision work. He has extremely good hearing, often able to pick out individual noises from a jumble of sounds where all anyone else hears is a messy cacophony. He's organized, patient and rarely ever gets angry, instead trying to defuse the situation or, if that fails, just retiring and giving the other person space to cool down. Extremely devoted to friends and family, a man of his word and who holds to his promises: if he says he'll do it, it'll get done, and well. He's eager to help, not as arrogant as he might appear to be, intelligent and good at improvisation. A people person, Theo thrives best when he's surrounded with others, while he wastes away when alone. A streak of recklessness runs deep, and sometimes surfaces when he's under strain.

Weakness: Physically, Theo’s relatively weak, and will lose against pretty much anyone remotely in shape if it comes to brawling; low pain tolerance doesn’t help. He’s very fragile emotionally, and cannot cope with rejection of any kind, real or perceived. He gets clingy and dependant on those he’s close to, often starts worrying the second they’re out of sight and gets extremely annoying. He's a bit depressive, and may well be on his way to acquiring a drinking problem.

History: Life started out pretty good for Theo, and by extension for Maximillian, his twin brother. A devoted mother, a fond father, an inseperable brother and more money than they knew what to do with: childhood was a succession of mischief, parties and shiny toys. Both were smart, breezed through it with barely any work, but when things got harder Theo struggled to keep up, even as Max adapted. He still scraped by, but only barely, and the apparent facility Max had kept drove the first wedge in their relationship.

By the time they got out of highschool they'd drifted a bit apart, much to Theo's secret dismay. On a whim and out of misplaced spite he packed his stuff and up and left for two years, wandering around the world and generally being a spoiled brat, not sending any news back home and refusing to answer any calls or letters.

In retrospect, that had been a bad idea. When he finally got the courage to come back, his mother was dead and his brother refused to talk to him anymore. He managed to worm the story out of old family friends, who weren't feeling quite charitable towards him either but caved in after months of pestering and pleading: she'd fallen sick in his absence, and worry about him had only made things worse; she'd died after a year of spent half at home, half at the hospital. Max had moved on, but never forgiven Theo for it.

Thus started the long, guilty attempts to repair things. Which more often than not ended in shouts and tears, depending on which brother you were talking about. When the letter came he was more than desperate enough to try anything, so he went.

When he came back, his mother was alive again, and Max was back, their memories of the past two years blurry and suspiciously vague. For that, Theo was more than happy to disregard the dark looks that surfaced sometimes, or the way Max would start giving him the cold shoulder for no apparent reason; he smiled at Theo again, and that made it all worth it.

Other: Has synaesthesia: perceives sounds as colors.

Name Oakley Vera
Age 21
Gender Female

Written Appearance: Has angled facial features, curly brown hair and amber coloured eyes. Wears a lot of band shirts and jeans. Likes to keep things simple, very little to no makeup. She's quite short, and has an average build. She keeps her head down a lot of the time.

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Personality:

Strengths

Oakley is quiet and patient. She observes things and people constantly and is capable of dissecting them thoroughly with only slight observation. She can interpret emotions, physical capabilities and ways of thinking by observing from afar. This allows her to strategical when needed.

She's athletic and enjoys being so, which allows her to have a good overall endurance, strength and flexibility. She loves running, and ran a lot before her deal with the devil. Her timid nature gives her evasive tendencies, so overall she runs away from most situations and does so really well.

Weakness

Oakley is overly cautious, paranoid even, which makes her very bad at her job. And she often finds herself in situations where she's in big trouble. Otherwise, she isn't all that strong, though she has some resistance. Her fearfulness makes her dependent on medications to calm her nerves. She has a variety of conditions such as depression, panic attacks and post-traumatic stress disorder

History

Oakley lived a fairly nice life, middle class family with a nice home, she went to a good public school etc. In the school, there were several depression anarchists, though they were never very threatening. One unfortunate day, something tipped off one of those teenagers to come into school with a semi-automatic gun. In executioner style, he lined up his classmates and shot several of them one by one. Oakley was one of choices, and to save her life, she promised to help the boy escape with her car. Though it took some convincing, he agreed and they ran out of the school. As she droves he had his gun pressed to her temple. In an effort to protect herself, she managed to knock the boy unconscious with the butt of his gun, and immediately drove to the nearest police station.

He was sentenced to several years in juvie (where he was then transferred to an adult prison.) During the transfer, he managed to escape the guards. And he went in search of her, after months of blackmailing Oakley decided to run. He'd been following her for 3 years with many threats to kill her when he got his hands on her. Though there were many reports to the police, they'd assumed him dead, since there were no traces. One day, he did find her. She hid in an abandoned apartment the letter had told her to go too (stating it would be safe), where she then made her deal.

After her deal with the devil, he was found dead near the apartment. She could finally stop fearing for her life. Of course, she continued to suffer under the remnants of stress, panic and anxiety.

Other

She loves jazz music, and flowers. They both calm her down immensely. She constantly have jazz playing on her MP3 (which she always keeps on her)

Name: Milo Davis
Age: 28
Gender: Male

Written Appearance: Creepy is a good word to describe him as. Milo has been working with the Devil for a few months already, and over that time has begun to look demented. He has pale skin and paler blond hair cut short. His Green eyes look haunted, and look darker, by one of his many tattoos, a green circle that wraps around his torso like a necklace.


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Personality: Milo is surprisingly calm for his job, though a bit tweaky from his past. Milo will be automatically be easy and nice to the group, as a way to try and calm them from the initial shock of having their Soul sold. He will act as the messenger from the Devil, and try to make news as easy to handle as possible. He is a class A narcissist, who is in complete denial to his jack ass ways, and

Strengths His Best strength would be his leadership. He has a way of calmly assessing and distributing roles among people under him and figuring out the best place for them to be. He is a born liar, with a perfect Poker face, and so he could be lying to you at any given moment and you would never know. related that he has a way with his words, and could convince you that you are an orange if he tried. He also has a gift for numbers and calculations of any kind.

Weakness Milo has a knack for not trusting himself. Do to the fact that all of his life he has gone against himself and his morals for a quick buck in the past. Money for Milo is like crack, he feels as if if he has it everything is going right for him, no matter how crappy it is.he always seems to convince himself that in the long run he is doing the right thing, being practical. Most people look at him and think he is creepy, like axe murderer creepy. Then again he is sort of a murderer, once a week that is. Most people look at him and think either that or sleez ball, which is true, he can;t be trusted with his own soul, after all.

History:When Milo was in school he was the kid who always looked around and said "I bet I can get in there and turn a profit." the kid who sold tickets to a brawl, or would convince you to trade your ice cream for Spinach, and then sell the ice cream. When he got older he turned into a basic bank. Lending out money and making you pay interest on it, turning profits. He would eventually turn to being a stock advisor after he got out of college, and during his first year on the job was accused of stealing from his clients. He was proven innocent, but still suspected by his boss and was fired.

After that he was unable to find a job and so he stayed unemployed for awhile and moved back in with his parents. Eventually his best friend got married, he went to Vegas and discovered an ability to count cards and started gambling. Starting with Black Jack but he eventually branched out. He proved to be adapt at it and was able to move out of his Parent;s place and get his own apartment. The streak continued but eventually he went to the wrong place at the wrong time. After he got a bit too lucky one day a group of thugs took him to an alley and beat the crap out of him, took all the money he had on him, and said that if he didn't pay them the interest they had invented they would kill him.

A week later he met with the Devil and he wiped his debt clean and sent the thugs to hell.

Other Um......

I'll join this. It's a chance for me to perv on Bolt.


Name Xavier (Zay-vee-ur) Merrygold

Age 21

Gender Male

Written Appearance: Xavier's a good looking guy, he always has been. He has messy light brown hair and emerald coloured green eyes. He often wears scruffy shirts with slim fit jeans and converse. He has many tattoos on his body, the most noticeable one being a large rose on his rib cagey area. He has quite a lot of things pierced... both his ears, his lip, his eyebrow. Xavier even had his nipple pierced then decided that he didn't like it. That's guys for you.

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Personality: Xavier is a very confident guy. He doesn't hesitate much when it comes to speaking and stating his opinion. If he thinks someone looks funny, he'll let them know. Considering he thinks that a lot of people look funny, that tends to happen often. He's a very impulsive guy, which is partly the reason he managed to sell his soul, and likes being spontaneous and careless. This can obviously annoy people so he can be a bit frustration at times. The fact that he constantly talks doesn't help much either, especially because he talks about a load of crap most of the time.

Strengths Confidence, I guess that's a strength. If anyone's ever worried about saying something, he'll happily say it for them. He doesn't get afraid easily, therefore, doesn't back down easily either. He's also entertaining to be around so no one is bored when they're around him. Unless that person is a grouchy hag, that is. His physical strength is probably his looks. They have helped him a lot in life, although considering the devil isn't gay, it's not easy to make him do what Xavier wants.

Weakness Probably the fact that he's impulsive and careless. He can land himself into some pretty bad situations due to his impulsiveness. Xavier doesn't asses a situation before jumping into it, he just thinks, so what, and does whatever he wants. Xavier can also get very annoying, especially for people who don't like him much anyway. He doesn't shut up at all and is constantly going on about stupid stuff that makes people question his sanity. Xavier also tries to hide the fact that he's insecure about himself, which is why he behaves so overly confident. Because of that, he lies an awful lot about his past. Another problem that he has is that he's pretty dumb. It's not that he's stupid, it's just that he didn't get the opportunity to go to good, stable schools so he wasn't able to learn much.

History Xavier grew up in something like ten foster homes. To him, none of those homes ever felt like 'home'. After about a year, his foster parents would have enough of his over-active imagination and his constant talking. Therefore, they'd send him off to another home and the cycle would repeat itself. His mother died in childbirth and he never knew who his father was.

Xavier was so glad to finally leave all of the foster homes and get a job. He got a job as a shop assistant in one of the local fashion stores, mainly because he wanted discounts. Throughout the next five years, he had a good amount of girlfriends and boyfriends. He could never keep a long relationship though because he always felt as though his partner was wasting their time with him. Because of that, he always ended the relationship. That's one of the reasons he hated his life at that moment.

By the time Xavier reached his 21st birthday, he had been sacked for sleeping with the store's manager. Go figure. So now he was 21, jobless, single, moneyless and without any kind of family around him. He had some friends, but they were either alcoholics or just stupid. He was a classic case of 'in the gutter; basically. Xavier was about to turn to drink, drugs and sex when he received the letter. Then, the prick that he is, he signed the contract and bada-bing, bada-boom; screwed for life.

Other His name's funny... yet cool.

Skins wrote:I'll join this. It's a chance for me to perv on Bolt.

When did I invite you? Oh wait...Jeff.

Bolt wrote:

Skins wrote:I'll join this. It's a chance for me to perv on Bolt.

When did I invite you? Oh wait...Jeff.

Exactly, Bolt. EXCACTLY. Now go sing Bop To The Top.

Plus, when are we starting this? I'm bored and I need to do something.

I'm working on the first post.

*shameless bump*

Bolt you better work faster.

Milo| Devil's Office| 12:40pm

"Ah, hello David!" The devil cried. Contrary to belief he was not, in fact, a giant red, covered in flames, goat man. In fact he looked rather cheerful, if not douchey. He has bright orange skin, from a fake winter's tan, and piss blond hair, styled like a mane of a lion. He wore a business suit, with nor a single wrinkle or stain, or imperfection. And while he was not flaming, he did look rather gay.

Milo walked in, choosing to ignore the fact the Devil had purposefully called him by the wrong name. IN front of the office were a pack of people. For the mot part they looked rather frightened. Milo assumed they were still having SMSS. Sold My Soul Syndrome. First step was shock, second fear, third denial, fourth fear, fifth embrace, sixth caution and lastly fear. No one ever really got passed fear, it was always there. Working for the man that wanted to send you into a pit of fire did that.

One man was looking at Milo extensively. Milo smiled weakly. He had his work cut out for him with this bunch. The last ones were all soft, which had let them slip into hell when they had refused to kill that guy. Poor guy was scarred for life when the Devil came, sucked them all to Hell, and then took the sacrifice to his house for the night. MIilo, however, had shrugged it off, got a beer, and won the bar's pool for the super bowl. Good night.

These ones, they seemed soft and frightened as well. Like little puppies. But puppies usually made it, they would be cute ickle guard dogs for him. Bleh. "Well, David, I am off to France for the day. Got a few loose ends to tie up with their president. Milo laughed at this.

"Come on pups, we got your first mission."

A cocky looking guy came up, he sneered at Milo. He gave a snooty head-into-the-air face and asked what they were doing. Milo answered by taking a twisted knife from his belt, made of twisted bones and a fiery jem in the middle. The air above it swirled like a miniature tornado, little cries coming from it.

"We got to find your offering for the Devil," Milo pulled a phone book out of his pocket. "Let's go see you....Herald Granger."

Theo | Devil's Office | 12:42
Theo, mostly, was wondering what he was doing here, and doing his very best not to stare at the ridiculously cliche dagger. Bone, really? Eyes lowered and hands tucked in his pockets as he tried to pretend he wasn't here at all, he snuck glances about at the others and tried to ignore the jagged flashes of twisted light that burst at the corners of his vision in time with the cries that came for that cursed dagger. He could feel the mother of all headaches coming on already; today was not going to be fun.

At least he wasn't the only one uncomfortable. One of the girls was shifting from one foot to another, the others were looking around as well, and the guy that wasn't being all friendly with the man who, apparently, was the devil, was being a tad too confrontional to Theo's taste. Really, being that direct only got you in trouble. Especially, he decided, when conversing with people working for someone who, while they waltzed out of a room quite normally, somehow set the door on fire while doing so.

Okay. Don't stare at the burning door, Theo. He shuffled away, which had the regrettable side-effect of bringing him closer to the guy in charge. And to the really disturbing sounds coming from that dagger. Should he, or not... He hesitated, then went for it. Things couldn't really get worse.

"Hey", he said lowly, "any way to make it shut up? The sounds" lights "are getting a tad... disturbing."

His hangover wasn't helping, he supposed, but no one else needed to know that. And if he could get that thing out of sight, so he wouldn't have to think about what exactly they'd be doing with it... Well, you knew what they said about stones and birds.Think of Max.

"Where are we going?" There was the other guy again, still confrontational. Good question, though. They were all looking at the guy in the middle now, looking a bit lost. Which they were.

I'm not sure if I can do this in first person, but I am because I make people want to jump off a building if I write in third person. If you want me to change it to third person though, that's all right. I can cope with that.

Xavier | Devil's Office | 12:40

These guys were a bunch of women. Fair enough, it wasn't the best situation to be in but there must have been some kind of bright side. It couldn't get any worse than this, after all. Besides, at least I had a week of pure bliss. That was cool. Plus, the devil didn't even seem all that scary. A bit aggressive maybe, but I could cope with that. He actually looked like a hobo, in my opinion, not that I would tell him that. I didn't think that he'd be happy if I did that. He was a big fan of dangerous things on fire, so offending him wouldn't have been a good idea.

The guy in charge walked over to our direction, locking eyes onto each on of us. He was scarier looking than the devil, he actually looked dead. Don't get me wrong, he seemed like a nice guy and everything, but you wouldn't have wanted to wake up next to him in the morning. He should have used some fake tan or something.

"Come on pups, we got your first mission." He said, grinning slightly. Pups...? Really?

"Right..." I said, leaning against the wall beside me. "What are we doing exactly?"

Suddenly, without any warning, the guy brought some kind of knife thing from his belt. It looked as though it was made out of bones. Wither that or it was made out of loads of dental floss or something. Really hard, bony looking dental floss... I got kind of freaked out when it started crying. That wasn't natural.

"We got to find your offering for the Devil," The guy with the bone-dagger said, looking into a phone book of some kind. "Let's go see you....Herald Granger."

One of the guys mumbled something quietly, I didn't really hear what he said. Something about the knifey-dagger thing, I think. I couldn't blame him, it was as weird as hell. Hell... I couldn't help but laugh at the pun.

"Where are we going?" I asked, turning back to bone-dagger boy. "Does it involve that dagger thing you've got? If it does, I might stay here. I can't be doing with that screaming in my ear. I mean, seriously? That ain't natural. What else can it do? Sing and dance? That would be funny, wouldn't it? It would be like a giant bone thingy singing All That Jazz. Thinking about it, it's probably a crap singer, considering it screams like a woman in labour."

Everyone stared at me, including bone-dagger boy. Everyone else was staring at me as if they were confused and I could see a hint of anxiety in their eyes, which was fair enough. Bone-dagger boy, on the other hand, looked at me as though I was an idiot... which I was, but that was beside the point.

Milo| Devil's Office| 12:45pm

"Look here, pup," Milo grabbed the guy's shirt. A name tag had appeared on him when the devil had left. Good. "Mr. Merrygold, you just signed away your soul to the devil. SATAN. Know what that means?" The pup rolled his eyes. "It means this. You. Have. No. Rights. I am his right hand man, sadly, in this town. I have to deal with your crap until you fuck up and I get the pleasure of calling the big man and watching you go to hell on the anti-slip and slide. So, listen to me, or else." Merrygold rolled his eyes. Milo swore in his head. He definitely would have some work ahead of him. He hated working.

"We are going to....We are going to 157 Willowood avenue. Apartment 3E," Milo took a quick head count. His van would be craped, but they would fit. "The faster we get there, and the faster you see what happens, or better you refuse to do it, the faster I can go get a drink and win some at weekly poker."

Merrygold would be a problem. Milo could only hope he would try and flirt his way out of his deal. The devil loved fresh meat in the sack.And afterward the guy would be too scarred to back talk. The devil was a true monster in the bedroom, and now in the good way. Lucky for Milo, the devil thought HE was too creepy to be sexual.

The group piled into the back of Milo's van. Merrygold made a bad joke about MIlo raping all of them, and then complained about how they were all crammed into the back, while Milo had a full row of seats to himself. MIlo replied with his middle finger and pushed on the brakes. "Okay then, 3E, Twinkle Toes, Twitch McGee, Hippie Hair, Dead parents, Merrygold. We go up there, I kick the door in, you guys take that rope, tie him up, blind fold him, and we bring him here. And yes, he gets the front seat."