Waiting in line -Admins judge you-

Ooc: *Silence happens* So sweet, except that every single time I've created a child of a war god, they end up dead. Even on all the other sites.

Bic:
Lily was getting annoyed with the long wait. She had an odd mixture of anger, and fear as her main feeling. She was fretting over where she'd go. Asphodel suddenly seemed like a nicer place than the Fields of Punishment, even if it meant not remembering anything. The now deceased daughter of war, shifted her weight on to her left leg, although she didn't really have legs. Her arm and throat still had the scar that caused her pain and death.

A bored Underworld judge called her forward, bringing up her record on the laptop before him with just a few clicks on the keyboard. He frowned as her record refused to register. "Lily, is it?" he asked her, swearing under his breath at the horrible technology they were given. "How'd you get here, exactly? It seems your records aren't processing." He glanced up at her, obviously annoyed. He had tons of people in line behind her. "A demigod, eh?"

"Yes, stupid. Daughter of Ares, killed by Alexandria, daughter of Thanatos." She says, not very pleased with her cause of death. She would tell all she knew about her killer, hoping that some day, Alexandria was in Punishment.

"Now you're calling me stupid? That's not going to help you much." The judge scowled at her, impatiently tapping on the keyboard. "If you don't mind me asking, how were you killed? It'll help me judge where to put you, if this stupid machine doesn't decide to start working."

She couldn't really see how that would help her position. After all, Lily hadn't done anything of importance in her life. "I told you, Alexandria daughter of Thanatos killed me." She says, rather impatiently.

The judge rolled his eyes. "Well, Asphodel for you. Move along now."

"No way. I want eternal happiness, not standing in a field. You were supposed to more sympathetic!" She says, deciding that she wouldn't move until she got Elysium.

The judge shrugged. "There didn't seem to be much that was heroic about your death. You were killed by someone. So what. You could've been really annoying, trying to kill her, her killing you could've been an accident... the possibilities are endless. You wouldn't tell me more, and my computer wouldn't work. Therefore, I gave you the Fields of Asphodel. That was a suitable choice, don't you think?"