[ WP ] An Immortal is giving away their immortality . They decide to collect résumés and conduct interviews . The only applicants are weirdos and spoiled , entitled kids whose moms want them to get jobs .

The library trash had been taken out multiple times through out the day, and it was already dangerous close to needing to be removed again. With a growl of annoyance the being that sat at the desk tossed another letter and envelope into the pile. It held the appearance of a young woman, with long dark hair and eyes so dark they resembled the sky on the night of a new moon. She had been afraid her proposal would not be taken serious, that no one would respond and she would be stuck forever on this plane of existence. Instead she had spent the past week weeding through letters from idiots who thought they could buy what could only be given. 
 
 `` I am prepared to write a check for any amount you ask, for my son is truly a gift from God.'' She made a face of disgust and threw it into the trash, the words leaving a bitter taste on her tongue. 
 
 If they had been there when the Gods still walked the mortal lands they would not use that turn of phrase. She herself had only asked to live long enough to see the end of a war that's name had been lost to the ages, and here she was, centuries upon centuries later, looking for some one to give this `` gift'' to so she could finally rest. 
 
 `` How goes the search, Grandmother?'' A middle aged man entered the room, an infant held gently in his arms. Her face relaxed into a smile and she gently took the babe from him. These were her grandchildren. A direct line, unbroken, of her blood. 
 
 `` It does not. I wish you would reconsider my offer, Grandson.'' Her voice filled the room, a strange lilting accent that she knew no one would be able to place. 
 
 `` Children are not meant to outlive the parents, I see your pain in the lines your face does n't have. This is n't the gift these people think it is.'' He took a few of the envelopes off the desk, throwing out the ones that did not look serious as she played with the child. 
 
 `` I wish we could find one good person in this bunch, not these skirt chasers and spoiled children who still act like a babe hiding under their mothers' aprons.'' 
 
 `` No one uses the term skirt chaser anymore, Grandmother.'' 
 
 `` I do.'' She retorted and stood up, `` This method works not, but no one who I have spoken to seem inclined to be willing to watch as time passes, to sit back and record history, as I have done since the invention of writing.'' 
 
 `` You might have to go searching yourself. Find someone who has just left school, one you can train yourself.'' 
 
 She paused, and slowly turned to face him, `` This idea has merit.'' 
 
 `` Would you like me to drive you to town so you can look into it? These... resumes can wait.'' 
 
 `` Yes, let us drop your son off with his mother and we can depart.'' 
 
 He nodded and took the child, heading out of the room. She followed at a slower pace, pausing to touch a rose red stone sitting on a stand by the fire place. A stone that all those years ago, a man had given her. 
 
 `` I will be with you soon, my love.''
