Michael
The last hour or so of classes that he had had fried his brain, Owen was positive. It was one of those days when his head was going too fast, when there was too much energy coiled in his limbs for comfort; a lot had been running through his mind, over and over, and sitting still was a thought impossible.

Thankfully, though, it was also one of those days when the air was just right; not too humid, sky clear and cold, perfect for blowing off some steam. Tying his hair back and turning up the volume in his earbuds, Owen took off sprinting into the woods.
Alexis
Vance was walking through the woods still trying to find out who the fuck was leaving animal carcass around on the campground. Bitter, he walked through the woods dressed in his janitor jumper with a backpack containing rubber gloves, garbage bags and other cleaning gear. He was invisible when he sneaked past the trees searching for the animal killer and other carcasses laying around. There was a garbage bag of small dead critters that he picked out from the bushes that was decomposing. He didn't take notice of the lanky male coming towards his direction with his back turned.
Michael
The tempo of the song blasting through his skull picked up, thundering deliciously through the mess in his head. Was it not a great idea to not really be looking where he was going? Probably. Was it a concern of his? Nah. With his face in the wind, his feet coming down hard on the forest floor, and worries melting away, he...

...Collides with something? What? He clips whatever this is with just enough of his shoulder to be stopped in his tracks, but his momentum wasn't anywhere near gone. To his dismay, Owen's feet go missing in action and he winds up face-down in the dirt.

"OW. Ffyc, uhm," Owen wheezed, "Go-good afternoon?" He attempted in vain to hold back a snort at how bad that first impression was. *What was that even a first impression on??*
Alexis
Vance felt his eyebrows pull together into a displeased frown when the garbage ripped open from getting clipped by this fool! There was a dead squirrel head hanging by a thread of muscle that is poking out from the tear. Before he could respond to the other person, the bag spilled out with a variety of dead birds, squirrels, rabbits, badgers and moles. His invisibility didn't hide all this for long when it left him. From the other person's point of view they would see a small cascade of corpses falling out of no where. Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Even with his powers, he couldn't cloak the scent of the dead now. His mouth pulled into a straight line when he felt his nose burned from the stench.
Michael
Yep, definitely his worst first impression to date. Marvellous, his handiwork, really. The magnitude of his screw-up slowly rendered in his head, the rain of *Animal guts???* Finally registering properly as **ANIMAL GUTS**. Oh no. Another, even more undignified yelp escaped him, and he scrambled to pick himself up off of the ground, frantically shaking all of his clothes. 

Luckily, since he was overheated all day, he was just in an old t-shirt; raw guts on his skin wasn't *Good*, but it beat cleaning blood out of leather.

His face turned hot as he turned to look at the dude he had just tripped over. He did not look like he was having a good afternoon. Whoops. Ok, well, it could only get better from here, right? 

"Sorr-sorry about your, ah... Guts," He managed to spill out. "*Mae hi wedi cachi arna i*, I've done it this time," He muttered to himself. "You, ah, want some help with that?"
Alexis
His invisibility cloak faltered and disappeared to reveal his disappointed and disgruntled look. "You... Damn idiot!" He swing his ripped garbage at the pretty boy with an annoyed expression. "Are you the one leaving these dead animals rotting on this campus!?" He was already digging into his backpack to pull out a garbage bag, making sure to double it to avoid another spillage. Little did he know, Owen is aware of who was murdering these animal. Putting on a pair of cleaner rubber gloves, her begins scooping up the gooshy pile of carcasses to put into the bag. Little white worms wiggling from the rotting remains like little baby fingers.
Michael
Owen winced at the angry guy reprimanding him for spilling his bag of carcasses (again, *What?*)This fellow was intense- he got the feeling that if he made eye contact now he would combust, so his eyes were now glued to the stuff he was scooping back into his garbage bag.

The sight of death was a strange one; the scent cut a jagged path into his nose, momentarily tempting bile from his churning stomach. 

"What?! No, no, I'm not the one doing this," He spluttered, shaking his head for emphasis. His arms were already feeling sticky, so they hovered awkwardly a few centimetres from his body. Yep, this one's going in the books as the weirdest thing he's seen in the woods.

"I'm really sorry for knocking you over", he tried, "If you have another pair of gloves I can help you clean it up faster." Not what he wanted to be doing today, but there was no way he was just ditching this scene.
Alexis
There was a sharp glance from the elf before Owen is tossed with a pair of rubber gloves. "Hurry up and help me clean this before that old fart gets here," He said, going back to scooping the dead animals into the bag. "Who the right mind does this fucking shit? Bunch of fuckin idiots doing some cultist crap!" He was obviously upset that he had to pick up dead carcasses that was left displayed by some psychos. Vance cringed when he seen a head of a cat rolled off from its neck with maggots pouring out. He couldn't help but gagged from the horrific scene before shoving its remains into the bag.
Michael
Catching the rubber gloves against his legs, Owen sighed. That was a mistake. The stench hit him like a cruel blow straight between the eyes, making him dizzy for a moment. Welp. Too late to scamper off now.

Steeling himself, he crouched down, trying not to let his eyes rest on anything for too long. He began to make a low humming noise in his throat, hoping to quell the revulsion a little. His voice dipped up and then down, landing on a chord that felt nice.

A bird's eye stared up at him from his hands, glassy and blind; not breaking his noise, he gently swiped it closed. "I'm sorry, birdie", he whispered. Poor thing didn't deserve this shit. Sweet dreams, little dead thing with the feathers, into the bag with you. 

After a few minutes, Owen settled into a quiet rhythm, save for the faint droning noise rumbling in his throat. He breathed as little as possible, flinched every so often when something broke apart, but sticking to what he was doing nonetheless. No pleasant small talk was being made here.
Alexis
Vance hates this so much it was making him start to drive heave while he gathered the dead corpses into the garbage bag. He didn't say anything else after he bitched at first before he fell silent while collecting the victims. Breathing from his mouth and nose was punished by the strong smell that left it both stinging. This really sucks. Vance was clearly in agony trying to clean this mess. The corners of his eyes specking with tears as he tries his best not to gag. This was harsh on his elven senses that was making him feel ill. After awhile, it was just the two of them cleaning this horror together. It gave him some time during his suffering that he notice this nerd didn't run off to leave him to clean this hell alone. "Thanks... For helping... But you're still a dumbass." He coughed.
Michael
Owen broke his chord again to reply with a slightly rushed "Don't mention it." He tentatively chuckled, and agreed with "Hah, yeah, I'm a little out of it." 

Another beat of silence.

The lanky kid noticed the strangled noises coming from his strange company. He fought back the urge to make the same sounds- his nose wasn't anything special, but he could hear every little squelch. 

"You don't sound so good, mate," He began, turning his head to look at him. *Oh, cool, elf ears*- anyway, back to what he was saying. "I know it's probably best to get this over with quickly, but, should we take a breather?" He stood up, stacking each of his vertebrae on top of each other one at a time. The air was already a bit clearer up there. 

It hit him how bizarre the scene he had (literally) crashed into was- who was this elf dude, and why was he tasked with cleaning up this grisly mess alone? "I, uhh, hav-haven't caught your name," He stammered. "Mine's Owen," He quickly tacked onto that last thought. "Why do you have to deal with this mess alone?" He finished blurting out his thoughts, and nervously awaited answers.
Alexis
Vance would have to agree with this kid that a fresh breather is a good idea. He was feeling incredibly ill from the stench that was bothering him with the squeltching sounds, the details of the dead creatures and their strong smell. He nods in agreement before leaving the bag sitting aside from the corpses. "It's my job to-" This is when he had to hurry off beside a birch tree where he rest his hand on it. It left a bloody brown smudge print where he gripped the trunk. Then his head lowers to let out a "BLAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Sound that startled the birds to take flight into the evening sky.
Michael
Phew, this really was grisly. Owen took a few steps away from the profoundly disgusting pile and released the nerves coiled up in his body; he shook his head, and stamped his feet hard into the ground, hoping to shoot some of the icky, jittery feeling out of his body through the soles of his boots. 

"WwwwhhooooOOOOooo I'm glad I tied my hair back today!" The built-up nerves made his voice hard to regulate; he squeezed his eyes shut a few times, craving the pressure. Properly jostled, he elected to pace back and forth for a minute and knock his fists together while his poor accomplice emptied his stomach. Wow, he had really been holding that back.

"You, ah, you were saying?" If Owen had to ask twice for this guy's name, he just might melt from the embarrassment.
Alexis
He felt a piece of his soul left his body a moment ago after nearly puking his guts out onto the forest floor. Vance coughed a bit, nearly dying with another dry heave, then he starts to try calm himself about having a hot shower for a reward. Washing away the stench with shampoo, shop and other cleaning products. He had to shake his head to rid the dead image from behind his closed eyes. After pulling himself back together, he turns to the other with a cough before clearing his throat. "Its Vance..." His voice cracked, sounding strained as he tries not to take in the stink air.
Michael
Owen took one more sweet, crisp breath before turning back to the rotting mess. Alright, alright, he can do this. Swallowing dryly, he ordered his legs to walk themselves back to it.

He didn't make Vance follow him; he was by no means having a good time here, but the elf boy seemed to need another moment. He really wondered how this guy got stuck doing this- did he get in trouble or something? 

Anyway. Back to the task at hand, he rambled quietly to distract himself. "Man, this has got to be the strangest week of my life. This place is so bloody weird. And strewn with corpses." He took a shaky breath in through his mouth; it helped exactly none. "Gonna have a luscious shower after this, eh?" 

Spurred on by the sheer want to be anywhere but there, he gently (but hurriedly) laid what he hoped was the last of the mangled creatures in the bag. He had gotten a little more used to them by now, but the sight of all that death still tugged at something deep in his chest. Poor things.

"Think that's all of them, Vance?"
Alexis
"It's going to be hard to wash the death from your skin after this," Vance commented, staring at the ever shrinking hill of corpses. His pointed ear flicked when he felt a sting of disgust when he seen the maggots wiggling everywhere. He's going to get nightmares after this. Vance was under a lot of angst when he continued to clean the mess until its all gone. 'Yeah, I think that's all of them..." He coughed. The color from his skin was drained which left him appearing pale as a ghost. The garbage bag writhe from the worms moving inside the plastic containment. "Thanks for helping... Its not too safe being out here in the wooded areas," Vance said, tying a double knot on the garbage bag. "Who ever is doing this isn't right in the mind."
Michael
Owen carefully peeled his gloves off of his hands and flexed his fingers. That blowing-off-steam session could have gone a whole lot better, but at least the shower afterward would feel incredible.

"It's a difficult thing to scrub out of your skin, that's for sure," Owen mused; he knew more about that than most. He still dreamed about it. "I'll leave you to it, then." 

He half-turned to look over his shoulder one last time on his way out of the woods; something was on the edge of his lips, but he couldn't quite formulate it, and so it fizzled out. 

Strange dude, strange day. Not all bad, though, even stranger.