I woke up in a white hallway.  I was already standing.

I didn't know how I had gotten there.  And yesterday was... fuzzy.  Memories floated by but got yanked away as soon as I reached for them.

As I looked around, I saw a black envelope that had "BRING THIS WITH YOU" written in bold white lettering.

Still in a daze, my mind cluttered with random flashes of images, I complied, picking it up.  It felt light.

With nothing else to do, I walked through the hallway, the only sound being the soft clump of my shoes on the floor and the soft humming of the ceiling lights.

Eventually, I got to a door.  I opened it and walked in.  The room was dark and warm.  There were a few muted fireplaces, each one lit.  There were a few other people my age there, sitting around.  One of them was talking to a hooded figure at a desk.  

It looked like a waiting room, but eerie and with a sinister vibe.

I got to the desk just as the other person left, "excuse me.  Where am I?"

"It'll wear off soon," the man behind the desk said, his cloak covering his head.  I noticed a scythe behind him.

"What'll wear o-" I started, but he cut me off.

"Give me the envelope."

I complied.

The man asked me what my name was and I answered, my brain still fuzzy.  Then he said something strange.

"Do you remember yesterday?"

I shook my head, "no.  But Sir, can you please tell me where I am?"

"In The Waiting Room."

"What are we waiting for?  Why am I here?"

"We're waiting until there's enough space for you all in The Void.  You're here because you died."

Suddenly, I remembered.

Rules:

-keep it clean; every character is 13 anyways

-I would normally say you can't seriously harm or kill any other characters... but when you're dead, you can't get hurt.  *cough* at this point in the rp *cough*

-hate the character, not the player

-be a decent person