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“ DAMN, ALL OF Y’ALL are having like existential crises or some shit. am i the only one who doesn’t care that she’s dead ? or isn’t surprised ? ”

   " THIS MIGHT SOUND pathetic but honestly all of this has made me think too hard. i need a nap, but i don’t really know where everything is yet so honestly i might just end up falling asleep right here. ”

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“Nah, I’m pretty numb to all of this right now,” Deyanira replied, with a nonchalant shrug. “I don’t really worry about my parents. They’re probably fine. One less mouth left to feed and shit.”

“Is it horrible that I’ve become numb to fact that I’m here and that’s not going to change?” McKinley turned to the other next to her playing with the hem of her shirt. “I still care and worry about my parents but I’m not sitting here hoping that one day I’ll wake up and it’s all a dream, I hope that’s normal.”

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hey everyone i know i haven’t been very active on here due to me trying to keep up the main, school issues, me getting sick & my mental health. i hope to change that in the next day or so.

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deyanira didn’t really care that she died. it had been over a year since she was officially declared dead & the coroner ruled it a homicide by poison. being in the afterlife wasn’t as bad as one would think. she got to live FOREVER here, which was something she never had the pleasure of doing on earth & even though she was in hell most of the time, she had always thrived on chaos so it wasn’t a big deal. when the thunderstorms started to hit, she just remembered how much she loved rain storms & hurricanes & how one guy told her she was the reason they named storms after people. she figured he had gotten that line off of pinterest or tumblr or some other dumbass fake deep website that talked about she was the kind of girls people write poems about. she looked around the afterlife, the place she now called home. “ you fucking kidding me, right ? this place is supposed to be HELL & they got better ice cream places than earth. they got fucking rocky road that you mix with fucking cookie dough ? bitch this ain’t hell, this is HEAVEN. ”

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“ten bullets ? damn all i got was a lil surprise cyanide in my coffee,” deyanira said with a laugh. her death wasn’t anything that interesting to her, if she were being honest. it was funny because of course this dumbass who fell for the catfish thing poisoned her. like these guys who always tried to find love on the internet because they couldn’t find it in real life, because they fucking SUCKED were bound to snap at some point. she also thought it was a bit ironic that she was poisoned when that’s what people have called her many times before, poetic even. “i don’t think i’ve ever been in a coma but like the afterlife is pretty aight. like a little weird but beats detroit.”

“okay, i still feel like ten bullets was a little fuckin’ excessive.” keegan spoke herself, rubbing her chest where the pain still seemed to sear. she could only assume that it’d dissipate soon considering she was in the afterlife or whatever the fuck this place was. she still hasn’t figured it out. “i swear to god, i still feel like i’m tripping on some kind of ‘i see the light’ fever dream. like this is one of things you see when you’re in a coma or something?” she spoke to the person next to her— though, a part of her knew that she was never really waking up from this ‘coma’.

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deyanira never really liked the parks where she grew up. they were always poorly run & the only thing fun that ever happened was watching old people fall down. she couldn’t even do the cliche getting high in the park because there were always cops around the damn place. but this park & the park bench she was sitting on was a lot nicer than anything she had come across around her detroit neighborhood. if this was hell, she wondered what her hometown on earth would be considered. she sat down on the other side of the bench before the other girl started to go off at her.

“awful big of you to consider i’d ever want to be friends with you, you mediocre white bitch,” she retorted, the insult rolling off of her tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world to her. “i’m sure you’re used to everyone wanting to be friends with you, but guess what? i’m not one of those people, i just want to sit on this bench and listen to music so like fuck off.”

Having chosen this bench several hours ago, Helen sat alone, deciding that if for whatever reason she was truly placed in Hell, upon her passing, she would remain in her rightful place until, God hope, there was another passing; the one she suspected in her past life: nothingness. She could only hope for such a thing, as having conscious thought after she was supposed to be dead was proving to be the most infuriating thing she had ever experienced (or not).

For a while now, there had been a stranger sitting beside her. Thankfully, a healthy distance away, but still close enough to notice them look her way every once in a while. Gritting her teeth, she turned her head away only once more, to roll her eyes before letting out an exasperated sigh. “ –Look, I’m not really looking to MAKE FRIENDS, and nothing I could say right now is really going to bring either of us back from The Dead– and therefore, is a waste of both of our time, so if you don’t mind, there is a bench ten feet that way which has the exact same view as this one, just to your right. ”  She paused. “ Thanks. ”

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deyanira walked through the neighborhood, one that was much nicer than any she had ever seen when she was on earth. there were picket fences, dogs running around, the sun was shining. this was straight out of a movie to deyanira who’s nicest home was barely a home in most people’s eyes. “i mean it’s weird that there’s actually life after death because i never believed in the heaven stuff. i was more interested in reincarnation & shit like that, you know. i was more into like tarot card readings & that kind of spiritual stuff more than this heaven shit.”

Mykie took a deep breath in, then breathed out. The air tingled coldly on her lungs- though no pain was felt. She smiled briefly before looking down at herself. A floor length dress hung off of her thin shoulders. She sighed, wondering what on God’s green Earth had her parents thinking this was a good outfit to have her buried in. Refocusing, Mykie realized she saw someone standing fairly close to her. “Oh! Hey; this is weird- right? I just, thought there’d be a little more to it I guess…” She trailed off.

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deyanira honestly wasn’t that shooken up about being poisoned or being dead. when they told her she had died from poison thanks to a scorned ‘ ex lover ’ or whatever you want to call the sad pathetic men she catfished, instead of showing remorse or begging for her life back, she just let out a laugh while licking her lips, as if she could still taste the poison. now that she was in heaven, or whatever you wanted to call this place in the afterlife, she was honestly fine with it. it was a little weird to be outside of her usual michigan surroundings but she was not surprised that she was dead. or poisoned. “girl, you think this is heaven ? ” deyanira asked, with a scoff. “ there are too many men here for it to be heaven. ”

        bambi could still feel the bullet bury itself in her chest. with every  beat  of her heart, she could feel the phantom pain of the shot tearing flesh and shattering bone. of course, there was no real  pain. she was in heaven. it seemed that the starched and ironed church dresses and her father’s sermons paid off… but that is all it was: seemed.  a nasty product of the music industry, bambi was destined for hell. it didn’t matter how many prayers she recited as a child or how holy her family was. she had done what every other person in her line of work did:  fight to survive. perhaps it was better that there was a glitch in the system as bambi’s mind was already in shock; to find out she wasn’t as much of a saint as she thought she was would’ve been too much. even as the sun shined down on her and the sweet-smelling breeze wafted through her hair, she felt a deep-seeded anger and bitterness place itself in her body.  “ you know… i never really believed in heaven. despite being from holy rollers, i thought it was a load of shit. but look where we are now. “

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deyanira was still getting used to the fact that she was dead. like she was fucking dead. she wasn’t sad or anything but that shit was weird like she would never be able to drive down her favorite highway or see her favorite band live again. she was walking around the afterlife, again which was fucking weird, trying to find a place for a good coffee that didn’t have cyanide in it when some girl bumped into her. “watch we’re you’re going, you may be dead but i will kill you again if you bump into me again, sis.”

This was impossible! As a woman of science this was something that she and many others had been trying to disprove… yet here she was, standing and living within the afterlife. In a world of her own, Leia walked aimlessly around where she bumped into some. “Sorry.” she mumbled out.

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hey y’all i’m going to bed & i’ll be moving back into my college for my summer semester tomorrow but i’ll try to get on so if we haven’t plotted, please hit me up ! i can’t wait to plot with all of you lovely people ! thank you for making it an amazing opening !

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tag dump !

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hey everyone ! i’m diana, i’m one of the coadmins of this lovely group & i’m v excited to be here ! thank you all so much for joining this group, it means a lot to me, abbey & amy ! i’m 22, i use she/her pronouns & i live in the est timezone ! now lemme tell you a lil something about deyanira.

. ✧ . * . ˚ welcome to the afterlife, KEHLANI DEYANIRA SIMMONS ! we heard that on earth you were a TWENTY-FOUR year old cisfemale who worked as a barista. sadly your life was cut short because you were poisoned. though, i did hear that when you were alive you were known as the vixen because of your ALLURING yet DECEPTIVE nature. it’s sad news to hear of your death but we heard you’ve become a sinner so maybe you’ll be happier that way.

so deyanira was raised in detroit, michigan. her father worked in the automobile industry and her mother was a waitress at a local restaurant.

deyanira’s real name is jasmine but when she was fifteen, she started telling people her name was deyanira.

this is because the name deyanira comes from the greek mythological figure that destroyed men & that was what deyanira started to do when she was fifteen.

she catfished people in her free time. it wasn’t because she was insecure about how she looked, she just liked having power over men.

she had a reputation of being a sort of a badass/rebel type even though she thought that calling yourself a rebel was fucking stupid.

she worked as a barista at starbucks from when she was sixteen up until her death when was twenty three.

you know that show catfish ? well deyanira was actually on it - or i guess, someone named jessica lowe was on it who turned out to be deyanira.

the person who she catfished fell super hard for her & she had basically tricked him into thinking she really liked him, they had been talking for over a year

he found out where she worked & poisoned her by lacing her coffee with cyanide