Everest
For a moment Ever's fingers drum restlessly against the boxes as if there might still be time to weigh his decision to show Mateo what's inside. Pulling in a breath as he seems to reassure himself of something, the paramedic opens the amazon-type box first. Pulling away the tape and pulling out a rather blocky looking pen-thing encased in bubble wrap, he sets it down delicately on the table as if it were made of glass. "And..." Aptly used, the organ transfer cooler contains a blocky and pinkish mound of flesh. Drained of blood and smelling of chemicals rather than death, Ever removes what is in fact part of a pig.
"Tadaaaa." He hums with a strange cheerfulness given that he's just put a mound of flesh and what might be mistakenly taken as some sort of torture device onto the table.
"Tadaaaa." He hums with a strange cheerfulness given that he's just put a mound of flesh and what might be mistakenly taken as some sort of torture device onto the table.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
