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First Person Sample:
It's weird, this place, the way it jerks people around. It's all so arbitrary; no rhyme or reason, only a schedule you can more or less count on most of the time, for whatever reason. It's foreign. Couldn't be much more foreign, for people like me. It kinda makes us into laughingstocks. I think maybe old Hades enjoyed that, the rat bastard...rubbing our noses in how wrong we'd been about so many things. I'm glad he's gone--only sorry that me and mine didn't get to have a hand in it.
But then there's the flipside. The people you meet here you'd never have gotten to know any other way. The second chances, even if some haven't got the common sense to take advantage of them. Some people call this place Hell, but it's really not. Not just in the theological sense, I mean. Who's running things is pretty much beside the point. Hell is less a place than it is a state of being. It's the absence of love or hope, friends, family. Terrible things happen here, but good things happen too. When you come right down to it, it's just...more of the same.
For some people, the Underworld isn't a prison; it's a reprieve from even worse things that are waiting for us somewhere else. When you know there's nothing left for you back where you came from--or nothing that's worth going back to--wherever you are starts to look pretty good, no matter how much you hate it. Stick around long enough, and it might even start to feel like home.
Third Person Sample:
It would have been hard to choose one worst thing about living in the Underworld. There was the neverending parade of attacks and assorted weirdness, the lack of real sunshine and open sky, the sense of exile from 'reality' as she'd known it, the uncertainty of what those who vanished might face when they returned home. Being dead wasn't as bad as she might once have thought, but that wasn't a barrel of laughs, either.
Probably, though, the worst thing would have to be not knowing who was going to show up, make your life hell or a little bit less like it, and then up and vanish just as suddenly. Anna rarely spoke of Gabriel, but she missed him intensely. She often wondered what had become of strange, spooky little River and Reno the Hotshot, the various Deans who'd passed through, Garrett, Ellen and all the others who'd come and gone during her stay.
She dreaded the day that Castiel finally found his way home, both for what he might be facing when he got there and because he'd been the one constant since the day she arrived. As far as her own hypothetical departure went, she tried not to think about it too much.
Which kind of flew out the window when she found herself sitting back on the damn barge with no idea how she'd gotten there, how much time had passed or whether anyone she knew was even still left in the fucking cave. ...well. There was one person, at least. "Uh. Hi, Charon. What'd I miss?"
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