Seven Eleven Discussion

Kira walked stood in the middle of the chips aisle staring at a bag of Doritos. The music of Avenue Q played in the background softly and the smell of fresh coffee penetrated her nose. She walked to the magazine rack in the next aisle and stood next to a woman with long black hair. Kira noticed she was staring at a planned motherhood magazine with a smiling mother and child on the front. Kira picked up a large magazine called Vogue and began to search through the pages. The woman next to her said in a soft voice, Do you think that mother is really happy? Kira turned her head to the woman, startled that the woman would ask her a question. The woman repeated, “Do you think that mother is really happy?” Kira inspected the woman’s face, she was young with no signs of aging yet, she was thin and kept her lips tight together, her slender eyes were a sorrowful brown and told Kira a story. Kira rocked on her feet from side to side and answered cautiously, “Uhhh…I think she is.” The woman looked at the magazine cover, not looking at Kira and asked, “How can she be happy? What joy is there in the pregnancy or the birth? Its long, painful and afterwards you have a screaming human waiting for you to take care of it.” The woman said in a distant tone. “They can be a pain yes, but they’re worth the joy and happiness they bring to you.” “The young girl is right.” A voice said behind them. Kira turned and saw an elderly woman stand behind them, she continued, “They make your life a mixture of sweet and sour. You teach them the skills and protect them in life. You have good memories and know you raised your baby for a better future. You may have regret for some lessons that were tough but in the end you do it because you love them.” The elderly woman said with a smile filled with happiness and sorrow. The young woman looked at the light brown elderly lady and said, “How many moments of regret did you have?” She asked. The elderly woman looked to the ground and said nothing.

Character

Kira:
Image- Wild shoulder length curly brown hair, caramel light brown skin, hazel large eyes with a hint of a mischievous smile, lavender nail polish that were last remnants of her old life.
Voice- Energetic compared to a puppy that won’t stop barking, full of life and curiosity.
Desire- Wants to become the next Angel of Death and keep the memories.
Conflict- She fails all 53 of her soul escort missions by breaking the rules
Action- She will try to succeed on her 54th mission to avoid being rejected for the position. She will travel to the other Heavens and Hells of the world to discover how the other reapers succeed.

Jesus
Image- Straight sandy brown shoulder length hair tied in a man bun, tanned skin from being in the sun, silver eyes filled all knowledge of the world, a caring smile that put people at ease, wearing a long sleeved white buttoned down collar shirt that had a WWJD pin attached to it,black tailor made slacks with a silver belt embedded with thorns and brown worn out sandals.
Voice- Caring soft voice with a professional tone
Desire- To hire a new Angel of Death based on what he wants instead of his father.
Conflict- The need to not let his father down and to help Kira succeed with past failures
Action- He sends her on a mission to learn from other Reapers from around the world

Angel of Death Wanted

Kira sat on a large plush cushion staring at the nicely dressed Jesus in front of her. His silver eyes refusing to budge from her face which caused Kira to squirm in her seat. She sank into the cushion hoping to be swallowed by the push material. She twirled the end of her curly hair out of habit. Her newest failure at the mission she was given would make this number fifty-three failed attempts at becoming the new angel of death.
Jesus: Kira…why?
Kira: Why what? (while examining the room)
Jesus: Kira…you know what I mean (he said with an exhausted tone)
Kira: It wasn’t my fault boss, the man just took off. How was I supposed to know he would just run? He was almost dead anyway, so what was the harm in telling him what would happen in the afterlife?
Jesus: (rubbing his eyes) Telling humans what happens to them BEFORE they die is prohibited. You know this. This isn’t your first time!
Kira (she taps her foot impatiently): I just don’t think it matters to tell them there are different afterlives. Plus he was asking about his dead wife. How could I not tell him they are meant for different afterlives because of her Egyptian upbringing?
Jesus (he sighs and whispers under his breath): It’s the Romeo and Juliet situation all over again. (to Kira) Because of your need to tell people we have had to cause fifty-three freak “accidents!” Your need to give them the truth before they cross over is how atheists and scientologists were formed! (he walked in front of Kira and held her hands) I know you want to be the new angel of death but I can’t give you the position if you don’t follow the rules.
Kira (she looked down in shame and whispered): I’m sorry.
Jesus: I know, but I’m tired of you coming to me and feeling sorry. Then continuing to do as you please with your assignments. I don’t know if I can give you another one.
Kira (she kneeled on the floor in front of him): Please give me another chance, please, please!
Kira continued to beg with tears in her eyes and refused to stop. She needed this job, she needed to continue to feel, to be herself. She refused to be like the others, she refused to become just an angel.

Setting

Kira looked around at the unfamiliar land she was in. The midnight sky above offered little light to tell where she was, the moon was covered by a blanket of clouds that refused to give her comfort. She could feel the wet grass beneath her feet that steadied her when she rose. The smell of dew from the storm that had passed mixed with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes tainted her nose. She turned in circles and saw benches with lovers sitting close.

Kira

Charissa Lazo
September 18, 2019

Kira walked into the blinding white marbled pillared room of Greek gods department. As she took in the giant portraits of the three main gods, Poseidon, Hades and Zeus, she was amazed by the detail of each painting. She stopped in front of Hades portrait and lifted a hand to touch the painting. “No touching, please.” A deep voice behind her said with a hint of amusement. Kira turned around with a small shout and stared right into the face of Thanatos. Kira knew the stories of how beautiful death was from her co workers and they were right! He was six feet tall and towered over her tiny five foot four stature. She looked at his clothing and felt underdressed; he wore a classic black suit tailored to fit his athletic build with a red tie to add a pop of color. His black leather shoes were polished to perfection and Kira thought she could see herself in them. Kira studied his flawless tanned face that gave the impression he was twenty-three instead of thousands of years old. Someone’s been on vacation Kira thought as she looked into his olive green eyes filled with amusement and knowledge. His hair styled out of his face and looked so soft she wanted to touch. Thanatos’ looks were no match for how he smelled of rain on a spring day. Thanatos was known for enticing people to come with him without a fight, now Kira knew why.