33 Apocalypse, Tuesday Early Evening

[raspberryturk]

The sun was just starting to sink through the sky, lengthening the shadows across the ground.

Through those shadows, other shadows emerged, hauling the remnants of their unsuspecting prey toward its final resting place.

Smoochy was dead.

And now he was going home.

[Intended for interaction with one, and then reactions from the residents of this particular shiny address afterward, which has been modded with permission by a certain Chem teacher!]

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[intraspective]

It was a good thing she was in the habit of checking her voicemail. It was an even better think that she'd known what he was talking about and had laughed before getting properly suited up.

Smoochy was finally, going home. Really, they'd had him for quite awhile now. She was just glad it hadn't been living in her closet for the past few weeks.

"How do we want to pose it?" she murmured, eyeing the head of the very dead rhino dubiously. "Sitting up, maybe?"

[raspberryturk]

"Sittin' works for me. Toes in his mouth, ears in his hands, that kinda thing?" He tilted his head sideways, considering. "We cross his arms over his chest, anyhow. Ain't no question the damn thing is dead, that way."

He set the body down on the doorstep, and motioned for her to do the same with the head.

...

"Maybe over there, though. He don't deserve to get his head back on his shoulders."

[intraspective]

"Head in his lap?" she suggested, shifting the head and making a face at it, though her mask hid it. "Nicely macabre, especially with it eating it's own toes."

[raspberryturk]

"I approve," he agreed with a shady smirk and a quick bob of his head. "We better make this quick, though. Don't wanna get busted."

He positioned Smoochy's hands over his chest as he spoke, and then dusted his hands off on the fabric of the cloak, standing back to admire their handiwork one last time.

[intraspective]

Kneeling, she neatly positioned Smoochy's head in his lap and tilted her head thoughtfully at it.

And reached out to carefully adjust the head's position just slightly, before digging the ears out of her cloak and oh so delicately setting them in place so that Smoochy almost appeared to be holding them.

"Perfect," she decided, bouncing to her feet. "It's so sweet."

If by 'sweet' you meant 'disturbing' and she did. A beat.

"Should we ring the doorbell and run?"

[raspberryturk]

He grinned and gave her the thumbs-up at that particular setup, and then glanced at the doorbell.

"On the count of three, zoto. One. Two. And-"

Dong-Dong~!

Time to run like hell!

[intraspective]

"Cheater~!" she laughed, and fled hot on his heels.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler lived on the first floor; he answered the door a moment later.

It took him a moment, through the darkness, to recognize the plush rhino. When he did, he had to take a seat. Whoever had done the mutilations had clearly been a very deranged individual.

... and he was going to laugh like hell.

"I think I lost any chance of a refund, buddy," he informed the rhino.

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

There was the sound of a doorbell and then laughing. Murdock poked his head out the door and spotted the ...

"What the heck is that?"

[tyler_gone]

"My Halloween costume," Tyler answered, looking up. "It's the victim of a senseless act of violence."

Though he certainly didn't seem upset.

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

He wandered over and looked closer at it. "Or someone was tryin' to have a barbaque."

"I don't think it worked," he shook his head, smirking a bit.

[tyler_gone]

"They forgot to skin the meat, if that's what they were going for," Tyler said, still giggling as he started to gather up the costume to take it inside. "Nice work on some of the butchering, though."

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

He laughed. "Yah, somebody's got talent."

"Want a hand with that?"

[tyler_gone]

It wasn't heavy, just a little awkward, but: "Sure," Tyler said. "Wanna get the head, and check the yard for any pieces of purple fur that escaped?"

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

There was a slight snicker. "I can do that."

Murdock hopped off the porch and wandered around the yard for a few minutes, collecting any stray bits of purple.

"Well, gotta hand it to 'em," he said, picking up the head. "They're thorough."

[tyler_gone]

"I know, I should give them an A+ on it," Tyler deadpanned. "Too bad I'm nto teaching torture."

He surveyed the pieces they'd brought in. "I think this looks like all of Smoochy."

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

Murdock just eyed him a bit over that comment. Torture wasn't exactly something he found funny.

"Cool," he said, putting the head with everything else. "Think you'll figure out who the culprits were?"

[tyler_gone]

Tyler didn't mind being eyed.

"I'll teach Friday with Smooch's head on my desk, see who looks at him funny."

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Draw the guilty party out eh? Sounds like a good plan."