Geeeeooorrrgeeeee, Flora trilled from inside the bar, pulling George back inside (through the front door, this time, now that he'd boarded up his side entrance). He joined the other two in the back room, eyeing the bell that was now set up to warn of any potential intruders. It was a good idea, he had to admit - and he had to agree with Jack, that even a little warning was better than no warning. Any thief worth a damn would be able to cover up what they were doing at short notice, even if only by changing the topic of conversation.
Jack took the crates, leaving the piles of trash and bags; with a shrug, George picked up one of the old bags that smelled suspiciously of old blood and began to stuff trash inside the makeshift trash bag. When one was full, he carried it out to the burn pile that had been started before coming back in and repeating the process, until the back room was eventually cleared of trash and debris.
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George takes care of the trash and body bags.
Jack took the crates, leaving the piles of trash and bags; with a shrug, George picked up one of the old bags that smelled suspiciously of old blood and began to stuff trash inside the makeshift trash bag. When one was full, he carried it out to the burn pile that had been started before coming back in and repeating the process, until the back room was eventually cleared of trash and debris.
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George takes care of the trash and body bags.
xoxo, George
