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>> "so yeah i'll uh, get back to it? before the mood /falls/, if you know what i mean..."
close the door and get to dragging the body into the fridge or freezer then mopping up the blood. do you have a basement? do you have a vehicle?
>>"Hey do you think you could do me a favour and go tell Lawrence and Jacob to go see a movie or something, so they don't have to hear us? Can't promise we'll be quiet all day~"
>>Tell her to have a nice day and shut the door already, talking with her right now isn't going to help. We might want to febreze the room or something, the smell of blood might tip people off before we are ready.
You start to close the door, "Sorry about that," You say, "and, uh, would you mind telling Jacob and Lawrence that we didn't mean to freak them out? We're not going to be done any time soon, so they might want to go see a movie or something."
Rachel looks at you like you just slapped her in the face with a dead rat. "Is this a joke?" She asks.
Rachel doesn't know you very well, but it's for damn sure that she didn't expect you to turn out to be a gay, home-wrecking sex fiend.
"Uh, no." You tell her, "look, he's probably going to start losing circulation soon. In some very important parts."
There's a pause.
"His di--"
"I get it!" Rachel cuts you off like you cut off your roommates hand.
"I get it, sorry to bother you. Have a nice night." She's looking at her phone instead of you now, typing like mad. She looks somewhere between mortified and incredulous, but you're now free to close the door and get back to doing what you were doing.
You don't have a lot of things in your room, but you do have a SHIT-TON OF FEBREEZE. Young men such as yourself don't do LAUNDRY. Why do laundry when you have the fresh scent of spring in a can??
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+ ONE CAN OF AEROSOL FEBREEZE
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You spray the everloving hell out of the common area. You pay special attention to the corpse itself, which is still sort of just... oozing. Gross.
You would move the body if you could, but HE WEIGHS TOO MUCH and you AREN'T STRONG ENOUGH. And even if you could, the fridge has SHELVING BOLTED IN. He wouldn't fit!
You are pretty sure you could drag him for a while if you had to, but you'd definitely leave a TRAIL. If you had help, you could probably CARRY HIM.
You do have a CAR. It's a really crappy hand-me-down from your grandparents, and it seats four-- theoretically. If more than one person sits in the back, the bumper drags.
>>once again, get yourself scratched up a bit by his nails. Get dna evidence in there, make it look like he tried to kill you. We even have a solid story now, he overheard you talking to the girl out there and, in a fit of panic over his girl finding out, attacked you. We can DO THIS.
You don't really want to scratch yourself with a dead man's nails. Also, the guy was a vicious nail-biter so there's really nothing there to scratch yourself with.
>>for future reference, can we get a rundown on our the nature of our relationships w/ rachel and lindsay? is there anyone else who would come looking for brosius corpus here?
RACHEL is your RA, meaning she's one of the two people in charge of your floor. There's one man and one woman on each. The male RA's name is DAVID, and you met him at an obligatory meet-and-greet a few weeks ago. He's kind of a basement dwelling nerd. You don't think you'd get along with him.
LINDSEY comes over to your apartment all the time. She's a sweet girl and sports a pre-law major. You're on that "awkward hello when I see you outside the usual circumstances" level. Sometimes she doesn't recognize you. She likes taking SELFIES and runs a STUDY BLOG. You know this because you've heard her talk about both.
She's also best friends with RACHEL. They're in the same sorority, and Rachel is Lindsey's "big sister".
Lindsey's also banged your roommate on your living room couch way too many times.
She's shorter than you are, but she's sporty. She'd probably beat you in an arm wrestling match.
You've MASKED THE STENCH OF BLOOD and come to the conclusion that you can't MOVE THE BODY WITHOUT HELP. You think you could DRAG IT ON YOUR OWN, though, and have a car. The carpet is REALLY GETTING STAINED, and you don't have a MOP. Cleaning wasn't high on your list of priorities, but that doesn't mean your CLEANING CABINET is totally empty.
You bought yourself some time by getting Rachel off your back. You still have your PHONE, too.
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