What do you do with the bodies Characters: Otis, Dahlia and open When: Friday Morning Location: Front door of the Keep Warnings/Rating: Talk of the Dead, Swearing Summary: Otis announces that they all have a problem Status: Complete
Generally speaking Otis wasn’t what you’d call a serious sort of guy. He liked to joke, to play, to have an easy breeze good time. But this was some serious shit. This was the kind of thing that required some being fucking all kinds of serious. There was a damned body outside, he had a still sniffling girl at his arm, and a Keep full of people that may or may not know what was going on. Sure it wasn’t fun to be the one to come in being the trumpet man for bad news but Otis felt the need to. His whole life he’d been the one in charge; taking care of siblings and handling all life’s problems for the family. He couldn’t help the switch that flipped when he saw this….shit in front of all of them. Especially with the younger girl with him that couldn’t seem to get past that there was a dead body. Not that he blamed her at all. It was a damned disturbing thing and sure not what he’d signed a contract for.
Not that he’d signed on saying sure make me all damned weird either…
Like the girl Otis couldn’t figure out how in the hell this had happened. This was some weird kind of reality show; not a game to the death. Sure the lions were a threat, so was ocean water and high heats…but allowing any one of them to die from the threats was just….damn he wasn’t even sure on the words for that one. Inhumane? Fucked up? Just not right? Yeah any of those and some more would work.
He questioned but he didn’t out loud. Not yet. Instead fingers soothed over the girls arm as he lead them away from the gore and back to the Keep. She had mumbled something about what do they do but he’d shushed her and told her he’d handle it. Her protests were quiet and barely audible but she hadn’t baulked as Otis moved her away. To Otis the first step was alerting everyone else to what had happened. Yeah maybe he could have posted it on the network but somehow that seemed almost as fucked up to him as the death itself.
No the house needed to come together and confront this. Figure it all out.
Plus it looked like only one lion was in that mess and that meant there was one lion left. Sure if they were lucky the thing was off dying somewhere else but luck didn’t exactly seem to be on their side anymore. Which meant instead of off dying it could be prowling around pissed as all fuck and ready to take that out on someone. That wasn’t a good thought.
Holy fuck was he really thinking about some killer second lion and dead fucking bodies?
Everyone saying this shit isn’t worth it suddenly this week made a whole lot more sense to Otis now.
This show was fucked.
Yeah okay part of him wanted to think maybe it was a stunt. You know some big dramatic scene that was all faked and tomorrow they’d send out some email telling them all how they were joking and this Cole guy was alive and well in the damned Bahamas or something. Otis just…didn’t think that was the case. It was a way happier thought and made more sense than the alternative. Dahlia’s mumbled words didn’t seem to side with the show being full of funny jokes on people though. She kept talking about how they were mean…
Mean… well that was putting it lightly.
Reaching the Keep Otis threw the door open with probably a bit too loud a bang but on top of being confused out of his gourd he was pissed. Pissed that something like this had happened. Even if it was a joke somehow it was on giant fucked up one.
“Hey guys!” Otis’s voice could boom when it wanted to (he used to have to corral kids a lot) and at the moment he wanted it to. A strong echo through the house to get the attention of anyone and everyone in the Keep if he could. “We got a problem…” the blond at his side almost laughed which was worrisome but Otis got her calmed down with a directive to go into the kitchen to see if anyone was there.