[CLOSED] death by any other name is Deacon.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon chewed on one of his snakebites beneath his once white mask, carefully cutting around the heart of the body he was processing. He knew all too well what the person had died of; he was there. He had taken his soul. But hey, it was his job. He carried the heart to the scale, taking off one of his gloves to write on the chart.

He had come in in black skinny jeans, a blue t-shirt, a white lab coat, and a white mask. But now he was covered in blood. He coughed into his arm, putting his glove back on as he walked back over to the body, his scalpel in hand.

[chrisopher 'kit' theron burke]

Kit wandered down the halls, looking for the elevator. He was supposed to be at his new job almost twenty minutes ago, but meh. He had never been too concerned with details. He got to a place when he got there. He finally found the elevator and hopped on, pushing the button for the basement level as he hummed to music in his head. When he finally reached his level he looked both ways, seeing a sign for the coroner's office. With a bounce in his step he headed for it.

Entering the room the smell of death hit him like a wave. Not that it had ever bothered him, he had been around his share of the dead, causing some, well most, himself. He saw a man in a lab coat spattered with blood and called out. "Hey, you uh," he looked at the name on the back of his hand, "you Rudman?"

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon looked up, his black eyes fading from pitch dark to his normal bright green color. He was tempted to say 'no, the grim reaper' but he knew that wasn't a very nice way to greet people, was it? He removed his glove again, pulling his mask down to his chin.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, candy's upstairs. Unless you want like, a toe or something. In which case I would declare you insane. Who's asking?" He ran his hand over his cheek, feeling dried blood splatter there. 'Attractive' he thought, chewing on one of his snakebites again. 'Please don't be a lab monkey.. Please don't be a lab monkey..' He repeated over and over again in his head.

[chrisopher 'kit' theron burke]

Kit took in the tall man, liking what he saw. "Sweet. Was hoping I didn't have to run around looking for you." He took a step closer, scratching his head. "I'll pass on the offer of a toe. Trying to cut down." His grin was broad as always, and there was a laugh in his voice. He stuck his hand out, "Kit Burke." He took no notice of the dried blood, like everything else. "I was supposed to be here about 12, but," he shrugged carelessly," I got lost."

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon held his hands up, as if in defeat. "No touchy." The boy was cute, he had to give him that. If he weren't death, he wouldn't mind torturing the boy a little.

"Deacon Rudman. I'm pretty sure it says that under all this blood somewhere.." He looked around, pulling his lab coat. "Aha!" He pulled off his ID, holding it out. "That's me. Sans piercings." He clipped it back on his belt. "And no one really gives a fuck if you're late. At least I don't. But if you're planning on staying down here you need a mask and gloves and a suit of armor because you can't touch me." He pulled his glove back on, then his mask back up.

[chrisopher 'kit' theron burke]

"Oh." For all of two seconds his grin wilted. He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops and rocked back on his heels. "Fine, you win." His grin was back as he looked up at Deacon. "Nice ta meetcha though." He looked at the badge, nodding in approval. Either way the guy looked good. When Deacon mentioned gloves and mask he began to look around, eyes lighting on the boxes that held the aforementioned items. He sauntered over and grabbed a set, pulling the mask on, covering the lower half of his face, then donning the gloves so he could get to work. As he headed back he looked over at the body, wondering what had landed this poor soul down here on a slab. "So why no touchy?"

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon looked over at the boy, then back down at the body. He started to do something else, his eyes giving way to black as if someone has poured ink into his irises.

"Uh, because.. If you touch me, you die. Simple as that. Anything except my gloves." And to prove a point, he took off one of his gloves, and placed his hand close enough to the boy's face so that he could feel his soul. He moved his hand down his neck, to his chest, where he could feel his heart pounding. But he never touched him.

"Feels like strings, huh?" He pulled his glove back on, then grabbed the boy's arm. "And it would be a shame for you to end up on one of these slabs. You're kinda cute. Now go grab that clipboard and put yourself to work."

[chrisopher 'kit' theron burke]

Kit's eyes widened at Deacon's announcement. The Grim Reaper? He was working with the goddamned Grim Reaper? What in the hell had he gotten himself into? As Deacon put his hand close to Kit's face he gasped audibly. Just being near the bare skin of his boss made it hard to breath, hard to think.He felt frozen, like a lamb at slaughter.

In an instant the air returned to normal and his mind was racing again. Odd as it was, he had liked the feeling of being that close to death. It was almost addicting. With hazy eyes he let Deacon take his arm and manhandle him slightly. His ears did not miss the comment on his looks though. He never did. "Um, what," his thoughts were still slow in reaching his tongue it seemed," what do you want me to do?"

[deacon reid rudman]

"Get the clipboard, and record all the dimensions of the heart that's sitting over there, then wait for me to get his lungs cut out. And then you can wait for me to disconnect the brain, and you can do that." He said, bending over the body again. His eyes went back to black, and he slowly removed one of the lungs, setting it in the container at the foot of the table. He cut out the other one, setting it next to the first, then went over to rinse his hands. He wheeled his chair over, putting another container in his lap as he began to work on getting the brain out of the head he had sawed open. He hummed a tune similar to the wedding march, only it sounded much scarier coming from death's throat. He finally got it out, then wheeled over to the guy, nearly knocking over a picture of his daughter.

"Oops. Sorry, Bandit." He said, nudging the guy's brain towards him. "One thinking cap."

[chrisopher 'kit' theron burke]

As if in a trance Kit followed his instructions, noting the size, weight, and any other dimensions listed on the clipboard. He was glad each thing he needed was spelled out for him because his brain was still malfunctioning. As he was finishing that Deacon came over with the brain. He nodded as it was set down in front of him, his brain just now beginning to catch up. "Wait, daughter? How- I - you said-" What the fuck was going on?