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Post by mintymintyminty on Apr 25, 2015 10:32:28 GMT -8
Located deep in the southern part of the HQ- in the chrysanthemum fields, stands a little shack. Well...it's not even a shack actually, it's more like a wooden board propped up with four fancy sticks with some boards put around it for some protection. However, underneath the wooden board propped up with four sticks is a treasure's trove of gardening supplies. Outside of it is a little wooden round table with a feel chairs around it, all rather inviting for gardeners to sit down upon them and chat about their day. Inexplicably, there is always a pitcher of lemonade on top of the table, regardless if it is deep in the summer or middle of winter. Four of these little shacks exist, scattered in the mist of the golden flower fields. What would be considered a secondary base is the grand foyer, what would be considered the exit and entrance of the HQ. Gardeners often pass out their flowers their. This space is shared by the medics who are ever watching and awake. Your Co-Workers as of 2/25 are:
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Post by forgetmenot on May 14, 2015 13:10:21 GMT -8
((Well. I guess I'm the first one to post here. Hello other gardeners! It's Res. Excited to get this stuff started.)) It had taken Kieran a while to find his way back to the little shack in the chrysanthemum fields. New room assignments had not done him any favors; the layout of Death's HQ seemed to be completely turned around. Kieran thought that in the seven years he had been here, he would have gotten a handle on where to get where he was going. However, things never seemed to go as expected. In any case, Kieran had made his way to the shed filled with all the gardening tools he would ever need, and on his way he noticed that no one else was there. "Hmm. . . I guess it's just you and me today," Kieran said softly as he crouched down to be closer to the chrysanthemums. He hoisted himself back up and walked over to the shed, which had a small note taped to the door. It read: Please plant more chrysanthemums. Kieran had always guessed that these notes had been written by Death, but he had no real way to prove it; they were just simply always there whenever he showed up for work. After opening the door, he grabbed all the tools he thought he would need. Leaving with a pair of gloves, a small trowel, a watering can and some seeds, Kieran headed out to plant the new chrysanthemums that the note had so graciously asked him to--and perhaps some other flowers if he could find the space for them.
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Post by FlowerPower62 on Jul 28, 2015 14:16:48 GMT -8
((FINALLY ANOTHER GARDENER //ANGELIC CHOIR SOUNDS)) Some like a change in pace, others prefer things to stay the same, Rayen was one of many who walked in the lanes of between. Four years shy of it becoming it her 50th year within Death's Realm, the small woman found comfort in the one place of consistancey she clutched to like a leech: the never ending Chrysanthemum fields. With that in mind, Rayen had been up and about since early that morning, pruning and weeding through the flowers since the crack of dawn. She kept mostly to herself, letting other passerbyers or fellow gardeners open to approach her if needed, yet kept dedicated to her task. In contrast to those many years ago, this sort of activity would sound mundane to what she was used to in life.
But she was more than by any means content with this. It was rather peaceful.
By mid-day she had reached the next acre of flowers, and decided to pause. Ready to head back to the "shack" for a quick break, Rayen stood away from her work, giving a small nod of satisfaction and turned on her heels, pocking her pruning shears into her back pocket. Between normal walking and crouching so close to the ground all morning, the former felt like a breath of fresh air and a cake walk. Her knees popped, back muscles loosened and constricted, and in time Rayen cracked her knuckles to stretch her entire body out. As she drew closer, she notice a tall man surveying a note. Her casual gate soon grew slower as her eyes grew wider. Stopping by the nearest table, she watched the young man, never keeping her eyes off of him as she took off her gloves.
He seemed...quiet. That's good. He also looked pretty lost, like he was fairly new. That's also a fair possibility, there were new arrivals nearly every minute to each day.
Clearing her throat, Rayen gave a wave hoping he'd be able to see. "H-hello! Are you lost?"
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Post by LittleBlackHood on Feb 19, 2016 16:24:56 GMT -8
((Heyya everyone, this is cartoongirl211, but you can call me CG! Wow, this is the first time I've ever done anything in the forums, so I hope we can get along greatly and that our characters would become buddies! )) The little girl has just entered the never ending chrysanthemum fields, with her casual outfit, but had tied up her pink sweatshirt around her waist, to start her everyday job. Eliza had soon walked up to the small shack with a bunch of gardening tools to get her started, it has been exactly 140 years since she has been doing this and she has a good memory of how to enter or leave the fields, or even find the shack, so Eliza has reached her hand out her hand for a specific tools she needs to plant some new flowers, water them, and remove the weeds. To the door with the note that reads "Please plant more chrysanthemums", she opens it and enters to begin her duties. "Whelp, here we go again." the child had said to herself as she puts on her gardening gloves.
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