Snippet #1796901

Willians was humming lightly , a rather pleasant grin on his lips and his body bouncing slightly as he sang along , using the sounds of dirt being torn out of the earth by his sharpened shovel as the beat to a rather twisted version of 'london bridge is falling down'. "Build it up with flesh and bone , flesh and bone , flesh and bone , build it up with flesh and bone , my dear lady~." Normally Willian would not be singing such a odd toon , less the town folks find him odd and he find his disguise useless by being watched by the whole town.

Shoving his shovel in to the new six foot pit he leaned his chin on it and crossed his legs , inhaling the air with his nose and tilting his head back before quickly losing his grin. "Six humans , one bear....busy morning....and what is that?" Willians sniffed at the air again and hopped out of his pit , dusting off his hands on his leather work apron and putting his shovel on to his shoulder "A new cat? No...he smells....like....a book? Ink and words of death and rhyme...what a odd thing. Still , his actions will keep me fed for days to come , so I shall give him his time for now."

Giving a light sigh Willians looked at the wheel barrel full of dirt and his new grave before groaning. "I'll dig the other five tonight , less work when I can actually strech out of this 'suit'." dumping the wheel barrels load of cold earth outside the church walls quickly he then whent inside and too the basement. A steralized place now , new flooring and lights , tools and the stench of fermaldahide , a needed tool given this places function. He was always cold in the basement , be it from the restless spritis of Willians 'meals' or just the large corpse fridge keeping the dead fresh tell there funerals , graves or cremations.

While normally Willians would take a moment to breath in his new home (he had a actual bedroom in the church that the priest had given him before he was....the 'new' him) there would be no time. One of those six coming in was close to the church and the others would be coming in soon. Putting his leather digging apron on a rack he quickly when't to putting his dirty work clothes in a hamper , stripped bare as he made his way to the shower. A odd place for the shower to be but keeping it below ground in the basement was the only way to keep the water pipes away from the graveyard.

After a quick (and cold) shower Willian dried himself off and put in some new clothes. A white dress shirt with the arms rolled up , a vest and tie. Dress jeans and black leather loafers to make himself look professional. After the clothes came the disinfectant for his arms up to the elbow. He could smell it now , it would be chalked up to a freak car accident , the others? Animal attack. For what ever reason the people in this town never seemed to think the deaths were odd. Always a 'stray bear' where 'a big wolf' would be more apropriete. A 'car accident' when 'a mad man with a mallet' would have been accurate.

Willians made a mental note to welcome the new persons to town , both that cat and the girl that was near his sixth corpse , for now tho....work.