From: alittlevague	Date: December 6th, 2010 01:18 am (UTC)		(Link)

The two telling colors are not what she first notices, her eyes so trained for that little bug's movement it is instead, the flies. Well, where one goes, there ought to be many, right? Flies and lightening bugs were cousins after all, she was sure of it. "Here buggy buggy buggy.... heeeeere buggy buggy."

"I don't want to go alone buggy buggy buggy... you don't want to be alone buggy..."

She was still a few yards off when the illuminated colors catch her eye, pulling out her short wand she muttered "lumos", hoping to see whatever it was that got spilt across the grounds. If it was paint- well that was just uncool, she was wearing her favorite tennis after all.

	From: crescentcitynpc	Date: December 6th, 2010 05:19 am (UTC)		(Link)

The smell of decaying flesh would be noticeable once Janis got up closer to where they lay. That sweet and bitter scent of rotting meat in the air around where the bits of flesh and bone sat on the grass by the forest edge. The flies were around the site, buzzing as they were wont to do, landed on the decaying bits indiscriminately.

Mostly, the small pile appeared to be bits of, well, meat. Dark brown, and with what appeared to be some sort of sticky liquid on them. The white bits looked to be pieces of gnawed upon bone. Most disturbing, possibly, were the two human fingers, clearly visible atop the rotting flesh.

	From: alittlevague	Date: December 6th, 2010 10:33 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Well, that certainly isn't a firefly, and it sure as heck wasn't what Janis expected when she lit up her wand. It was the smell that hit her first, like a brick wall it almost knocked her over. Luckily, it wasn't that but the sight of dead things that did instead. Three stumbles back and she was on her butt, staring longer than she wanted, noticing the... bits she wish she could ignore.

Janis? She was going to be scrambling up to run now, ripping out the knee of her stockings and loosing a shoe on the way. She probably should have headed for the headmaster's office, or to the nurse, or to the cops or well. Anywhere. But she wasn't- her first order of business was very simple- get away from that body.


Fuck that firefly nonsense.