Venus and Edie, round 1.

[shewent]

Being dead wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

Hell wasn't as bad as they said.

Heaven wasn't as good.

And who the hell predicted that you could just go from one to the other like walking down to the trashy 7-11 on the corner.

Though the 7-11 has way better beer.

Edie flopped back on the worn couch, looking through her lowered lashes as those meandering around her parts. A hodge podge of mediocrity if she'd ever seen one.

Maybe this really was just hell. Maybe hell wasn't something that seemed awful at first, but just the eternity of boring weighing you down day after day for all eternity. Like some fucked up Twilight Zone episode you could never really get out of.

Shit, this was getting to heavy. Pushing herself up, she dusted off her butt, before calling out to whomever was near that she was going for a walk. She doubted they cared much, but it just felt weird not to let someone know.

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[celebrityskinned]

"Why're you letting me know? I'm not your mom."

The new girl isn't bored yet, but she's over the stage where every dead person needs to be looked over to see if they're someone she knows. She was excited when she met Kurt Cobain and Biggie, Marilyn Monroe and Joan of Arc. Now, brushing elbows with history has lost its sheen.

Now Venus is settling into the difficult part of finding something to do with her unlife, something she never actually planned for. She figured death would be the end of her guilt, end of her uncertainty, end of all the parts of herself she hated. It turned out that it was just the end of a promised ending.

She stretches out on the couch with a magazine that she can't seem to read. Eyes don't seem capable of making sense of language in the land of the dead. Everything's written in English but none of it actually looks like words, more like a typewriter vomited up strings of letters. At least magazines have pictures.

She doesn't even look up when the girl passes until she sees the blue skin, and that's when she looks up with surprise and something all the more inscrutable on her face.

"Edie Sawyer?"