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(Alice's POV)
She was standing there. Standing in line. While every other candidate chatted to each other without a care in the world.
"Hi." A boy beside her said. She blinked not turning her head, when he said nothing more, though she could feel his eyes burning a hole in her head, she sighed and slowly turned her head sideways to look at him. He wore the same outfit as everyone else, black shoes, pants, vest and tie with a white shirt and the provided miniature death scythe attached to his belt. His head was blonde with some black hair under neath.
"Hello." She said calmly after taking in his appearance, just barely managing to hold back a chuckle at the mischievous look in his yellow-green eyes. She narrowed her own yellow-green eyes as they hid behind her glasses, her long black hair seeming to fall down on it's own.
"I'm Ronald. Ronald Knox." He said with a grin. She smirked at him.
"Aliceson Alexis Williams." She said simply. Ronald opened his mouth about to say something else when the sound of a door opening filled their ears. Aliceson immediately turned her whole body to face forward, as did everybody else.
"Everyone is here I trust." A monotone voice said as he walked forward until he was standing directly in front of them. "My name is William T. Spears." (Yes I'm putting in a scene from will the shinigami ova.)
"I am one of the designated educators for you, this years new recruits." He said as he pushed up his glasses with some sort of stick thing. "I will be instructing you throughout your training period." He said before pacing back down the line of recruits. "Fell free to come ask me about anything you find unclear. My shift ends at 6:00pm. I will respond to any questions asked before 5:30pm." He added as he came to a stop at the end of the line.
"Now to begin with-" His eye twitched in annoyance as an ominous humming filled the air getting the attention of William and the recruits. On the far side of the room, sat up on a desk was Grell Sutcliff, filing her nails.
"Grell Sutcliff," William turned his whole body to face the shinigami. "Aren't you an instructor as well?" He asked with a irritated tone in his voice.
"Oh, honey, I'm not into children. But when I heard you were here I just rushed right over!" In a split second Grell was beside William, leaning against him, each well-manicured hand clasped together as he allowed a soft shade of pink to come to his cheeks.
"It's been oh so long since we've been together Will." Grell cooed as he poked Will in the chest before William pushed him away from him with his shoulder.
"I cant imagine what the personnel department was thinking." William said with a glare at Grell.
"Oh, your just as cold as ever. It is ever so fetching!" Grell cooed-well it was quite close to the sound a fan-girl would make, as he moved his hips from side to side.
"To begin with, I will give you a tour of the Association separate facilities." Will announced before he lead us away.
As we walked through teh halls of the giant building I noticed several of the students looking back at Grell in curiosity. I, however, paid him no mind. I would not let some fangirl distract me.
"We reapers, screen those To-Die persons appearing on the Soul-Collection list distributed by the higher ups." William told us as he lead us down another hall. "Using our death scythes we check each individuals memories-Their Cinematic Records." He added. "A human's Cinematic Records contain all of his memories, his whole life. Based on what we see, we determine whether or not that person deserves to live or die. We then collect his soul." William said as he continued through the building.
