<div style="text-align: center">《 Owen and Clive Morris 》<br/>
<i>Location: Leaving Dryden community <i>→ headed towards </i>KOA campground<br/>
Addressing: Eachother</i><br/>
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<br/>​</div>The two brothers were on the way back from the Dryden community on highway 2. It was southeast of Leavensworth. A small placement of people that tended some of the farmland and orchards. The beaten white flatbed truck had brought them building materials and some dried, preserved meats in exchange for other foodstuffs and materials. The 'Morris Lumber' decals were peeling off the sides but still recognizable. Also in the back were two nude curvy mannequins ratchet scrapped together like lovers caught in a compromising embrace. Hands had been placed inappropriately with a sideways comment from Owen about if he wasn't getting any, someone ought to be. They were late getting out, mostly because Owen had started talking with the townsfolk and by the time they left it was getting dark.<br/><br/>"Don't know why we can't find any new men to add to the<i>exhibition</i>," Owen complained. It was a lot easier with premade bases that Clive could work from, rather than creating them from bone, wire, and foam like he had done his animal mounts. Owen realized how odd it was now that they somehow started to refer to the human taxidermy as commonplace. Even joked with and named them. They had their tifts and rivalries with one another. An entire soap opera surrounding them, embellished during times of boredom as the manikins were assigned to new posts (to mimic movement). Their own faux militia of defenders, meant to scare travelers back on the down mining roads and pathways that led up towards their location nestled deep in Wenatchee state park. His brother was a morbid little genius, as much as it freaked Owen out at first to be tanning and preserving human flesh.<br/><br/>"Nothing wrong with the female form," Clive chimed in but his brother ignored him, his mind set.<br/><br/>"Are we passing any army/navy or sporting good stores on the way back?" Owen wondered, scanning the surrounding area.<br/><br/>"Oh! What about that camping store at KOA?" They were usually stripped of their clothing and left behind. "Gotta keep the competition up for our boys or they're gonna get lazy and start wanting to settle down." He shook his head, tisking. Clive scowled at him.<br/><br/>"This is how you know I'm starved for actual attention. I'm eagerly waiting for you to craft us new friends," Owen said with laugh, arm hanging out the open window of the truck, enjoying the fresh night air. He was eating a pear, savoring it. He loved the stop to Dryden for the fresh fruit.<br/><br/>"You gotta wife back home. What do you have to be attention staved about?" Clive asked.<br/><br/>It was Owen's chance to snort, leveling him with a hard stare.<br/><br/>"Why do you think I volunteered? I needed a little bit of distance. I like Dryden. The people there are kind. We should have invited a few back with us."