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"No!" Archibald seemed to yell at the both of them. "No, no, I'm not mad, thank you. Very much not mad, actually." He projected his voice to the man in the doorway. "And I've had my monthly excursion with the damned steps, thank you very much, I'd much rather stay down here," He looked towards the girl again, who made his personal space her space. "And I'd rather be alone." Archie pushed slightly, and the girl walked backwards. Soon, she was on the first step, and Archie didn't dare past the invisible boundaries.
"I'm sorry, that was a bad introduction," He started. "Hello? How are you? I'm Archibald Angstrom. I live DOWN HERE. ALONE. With my own company, thank you," Archie continued. "And that company doesn't belong with you," He said. "Rude as I may, I have a job to do down here, and believe me, if I could leave I would. But, I can't, so I won't. And as for the scarecrow-- wait," Archie paused for a moment. "Scarecrow?" He asked, giving her a look. She must be an absolute ninny! "What scarecrow? You are the one who's mad, not me!"
But soon, the strange girl talked of the one in the bathroom-- THE bathroom, and he got nauseous.
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Callahan reeled back as the fruit was spattered against his face. "Arugh!" He held his cheek. "Ow!" He gave her a look. What was wrong with her today? Callahan held up his hands in defense, and walked out. "Okay! Okay, I'll get dinner. I'll catch some fish, just don't hit me with it's entrails!" Callahan walked out the door. But, he was still fuming about the what Hart had done. He balled up his fists, and looked around for something. He grabbed a rotten piece of fruit she kept in her prehistoric garden, and held it up.
"Damn you, Widow!" He yelled, before flinging the rotten plant at the side of the house. He nailed a curiously blue butterfly, too, probably killing it with the garbage. "And damn you, too, Cecil!" Cecil just so happened to be the plant that she named, before Callahan had so rudely squished it. He sighed, and walked towards The Angstrom house, to collect the body. It was a short trek to the estate, but once he was there, he managed to hear a conversation from down below.
Archiebald had left his window open from god knows what, but there was a piece of frayed rope near the window. He heard them talk about a scarecrow in the bathroom or some sort. Callahan put two and two together, and guessed that the corpus was in the downstairs bathroom. Perfect. Callahan kicked the window closed with his dirty boot, and walked over onto the other side, where the bathroom window was. He whistled, with his hands in his pocket, and he soon found what he was looking for.
"Bingo," He said to himself. He noticed a butterfly on the windowsill, and plucked it from it's spot. He inspected the blue creature, and shrugged as he let it flutter from his hand. He knelt down, opened the window, and pulled the dead thing out. The thing looked like a scarecrow, that was for sure. The kid must have done this. Callahan sighed, ran a hand through his dirty hair, and pulled few things from his bag. This was going to be dirty.
Callahan pulled three large knives from his bag and three large jars, and went to work. He cut open the body, taking off the shirt and slicing through the skin, and only took what he'd use. He wrapped what he took in a cloth, and placed them in the jars. He took the two lungs, the heart, and most of the other stuff people would sell for. After he was done, he filled the empty chest with rocks and leaves, being sure to pull the shirt back on. He slipped the body back into the bathroom. With that, Callahan was off again. It was ugly work, but it had to be done.
Callahan continued walking, finding himself at a curious stream. He kicked a few rocks, finding himself at some more butterflies. He stepped on one, expecting it to fly away right before. It didn't. It was just a bug. But, as he continued on, he noticed plenty more of the damned thing. More and more, it was disgusting and amazing at the same time! He walked a little faster, and soon, he saw what they were all around. There was a lot more, that was a sure thing, but the few that stayed around were almost having a funeral.
"Go! Go! Go! There are fish to catch!" Suddenly, Callahan knew what the old bat was showing about. He saw a girl, not much younger than a teenager, under the water. Huh. She looked pale. And almost dead. That was the key word there-- Almost. Callahan reached down into the water, and grabbed her by the back of her shirt. It took a lot to pull her out, but once he managed, he tossed her onto the land, and checked if she was even still alive.
"Damnit, Hart..." He muttered, shaking his head. This was going to be a long day.
"I'm sorry, that was a bad introduction," He started. "Hello? How are you? I'm Archibald Angstrom. I live DOWN HERE. ALONE. With my own company, thank you," Archie continued. "And that company doesn't belong with you," He said. "Rude as I may, I have a job to do down here, and believe me, if I could leave I would. But, I can't, so I won't. And as for the scarecrow-- wait," Archie paused for a moment. "Scarecrow?" He asked, giving her a look. She must be an absolute ninny! "What scarecrow? You are the one who's mad, not me!"
But soon, the strange girl talked of the one in the bathroom-- THE bathroom, and he got nauseous.
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Callahan reeled back as the fruit was spattered against his face. "Arugh!" He held his cheek. "Ow!" He gave her a look. What was wrong with her today? Callahan held up his hands in defense, and walked out. "Okay! Okay, I'll get dinner. I'll catch some fish, just don't hit me with it's entrails!" Callahan walked out the door. But, he was still fuming about the what Hart had done. He balled up his fists, and looked around for something. He grabbed a rotten piece of fruit she kept in her prehistoric garden, and held it up.
"Damn you, Widow!" He yelled, before flinging the rotten plant at the side of the house. He nailed a curiously blue butterfly, too, probably killing it with the garbage. "And damn you, too, Cecil!" Cecil just so happened to be the plant that she named, before Callahan had so rudely squished it. He sighed, and walked towards The Angstrom house, to collect the body. It was a short trek to the estate, but once he was there, he managed to hear a conversation from down below.
Archiebald had left his window open from god knows what, but there was a piece of frayed rope near the window. He heard them talk about a scarecrow in the bathroom or some sort. Callahan put two and two together, and guessed that the corpus was in the downstairs bathroom. Perfect. Callahan kicked the window closed with his dirty boot, and walked over onto the other side, where the bathroom window was. He whistled, with his hands in his pocket, and he soon found what he was looking for.
"Bingo," He said to himself. He noticed a butterfly on the windowsill, and plucked it from it's spot. He inspected the blue creature, and shrugged as he let it flutter from his hand. He knelt down, opened the window, and pulled the dead thing out. The thing looked like a scarecrow, that was for sure. The kid must have done this. Callahan sighed, ran a hand through his dirty hair, and pulled few things from his bag. This was going to be dirty.
Callahan pulled three large knives from his bag and three large jars, and went to work. He cut open the body, taking off the shirt and slicing through the skin, and only took what he'd use. He wrapped what he took in a cloth, and placed them in the jars. He took the two lungs, the heart, and most of the other stuff people would sell for. After he was done, he filled the empty chest with rocks and leaves, being sure to pull the shirt back on. He slipped the body back into the bathroom. With that, Callahan was off again. It was ugly work, but it had to be done.
Callahan continued walking, finding himself at a curious stream. He kicked a few rocks, finding himself at some more butterflies. He stepped on one, expecting it to fly away right before. It didn't. It was just a bug. But, as he continued on, he noticed plenty more of the damned thing. More and more, it was disgusting and amazing at the same time! He walked a little faster, and soon, he saw what they were all around. There was a lot more, that was a sure thing, but the few that stayed around were almost having a funeral.
"Go! Go! Go! There are fish to catch!" Suddenly, Callahan knew what the old bat was showing about. He saw a girl, not much younger than a teenager, under the water. Huh. She looked pale. And almost dead. That was the key word there-- Almost. Callahan reached down into the water, and grabbed her by the back of her shirt. It took a lot to pull her out, but once he managed, he tossed her onto the land, and checked if she was even still alive.
"Damnit, Hart..." He muttered, shaking his head. This was going to be a long day.