Who ? Killian and OPEN Where ? Kitchen table When ? This thread takes place between the hours of eleven pm and twelve am (Thursday) What ? Arts and craft
Taping the newspaper down over the surface of the table had been the first step. Killian had done so carefully, a bracelet of making tape hanging off his wrist as he worked diligently, the tip of his tongue peeking out between his teeth. Next, he'd lined up his tools. There was a pair of orange handled scissors, a naked razor blade, a long, thin pair of sheers, and a scalpel he'd stolen from the medical wing, some thick black thread, and a needle. With a Sharpe marker he drew careful outlines around each of the objects so he would know where to put them when he was through and wouldn't lose them. After laying out a paper towel all of the preparations were finally complete he could at long last open the tomb!
Dragging out the tupperware container from beneath the table, Killian set it down in the middle of his newspaper and carefully opened the lid. Inside, wrapped in towels and napkins he carefully removed one bundle, wrapped like a mummy, and then a second. Unwinding the bandages, he revealed at first the body of a blue jay and second, the corpse of a squirrel. "Are you ready?" He asked, turning the bird around in his hands and stroking its colorful plumage carefully. With the aid of a finger, the sharp, dark beak moved as Killian squeaked out an affirmative in his best bird voice, or what he imagined a bird voice would sound like. "Yes! Yes! Make me beautiful!"
"Okay, I will!" He answered and then turned to the squirrel. "And you?"
"I want to fly!" The squirrel said and Killian grinned, laughing out loud and pressed a kiss to the lifeless little creature's head.
"Of course you do! Everyone wants to fly! Don't worry, leave it to me." Setting both down, Killian ran his fingers over the tools assembled and chose the pair of orange handled scissors, grinning as he opened them up. "You'll be perfect!"