Time for Judgement

"Carly," the judge called, yawning. He shifted in his chair and scratched his stubbly chin.

I move up the line "Yes?" I asked

Ooc: Sorry couldn't reply right away. I tried to before, but i had to get off when I was writing it.

I float up in front of the judge. "Wait... Are you THAT Supermodel? You Are? Seriously? You must be really awesome! I'm your #1 Fan!" I try to continue with the flattery, hoping to get Elysium.

The judge looked to Carly, then at Ben. He frowned and, crossing out Ben's name on the list, said "Fields of Asphodel" to him in a bored voice. Then he looked back to Carly. "And the same for you too, miss."

"Travis," the judge called, yawning as he gazed around at the lines of dead souls.

"Fields of Asphodel to you too." The judge crossed off Travis's name on his list with the ballpoint pen.

I sigh and try to talk but fail miserably. I move my hand to my face and see a hand that's fine but completely dead. My skin is white and pale. (Max)

"Max," the judge called, yawning to himself. He was drumming his transparent fingers on the desk, waiting.

I look down and float up "Yes??" I ask (Max)

"Fields of Asphodel," the judge told him monotonously, yawning.

"Oh great." I say turning away

"Louisa," the judge called, yawning again as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Gods, why couldn't they be made of leather, not wood?

"And now.... Hm. Interesting." The judge was looking down at his list, at Louisa's cause of death. "Interesting, yes. You tried to kill somebody -- for what reason?"