@murderallthethings wanted to get reaped a WHILE AGO…
It seemed almost... innocent in a way. The pale yellow colored paper post-it note just sat there on the table, unsuspecting to anyone else that happened pass by and give it a glance. But Georgia Lass knew better. Once upon a time, she was on a post-it note just like this, with her name, location and time ━ and then she D I E D. All in all, post-it notes were a pain in her ass and the years since her death hasn’t made it easier. If she never saw a post-it again, she’d be a happy woman, though one that wouldn’t experience things. It seemed unfair that to do one thing, she’d have to do something she hated. It’s ten shades of suck is what it is, she thought.
What tragic end would come to J. Klein, at 11:45pm at the docks only Miami could offer? The hell if she knew, but as the clock kept ticking towards the estimated time of J.K’s demise, she knew she’d soon find out. Heaving a soft sigh, she crumbled the post-it within her hand and started on her way.
She could only hope it wouldn’t be a BLOODBATH. Getting blood out of fabric was a real bitch to do.
