..heh, you're welcome.
( oh my god. is this .. thing stupid? oh well, at least he was able to talk his way out of a fight with either of them. )
no big deal, really.
( spinning on his heels, he raises an eyebrow as he looks at the small pistol the other barney had pointed at him. )
first of all, you think that'd do anything to me? second, I was helpin'! there was clearly some critter crawlin' in that there arm.
(There’s a quiet click from behind Bob. Oh hey another Barney finally showed up, and his shitty little pistol is drawn. The one behind glares)
It means no one has ripped our arm off before. When In the hell would we have ever seen that shit fore now.
this is new? what does that even mean?
( the more time he spent with Barney, the more he just wanted to leave. in fact, he stepped back twice while keeping his eyes on him. )
nn no… This. thisis new..
(He Grabs onto his severed arm and just holds it. The writhing tendrils on his shoulder have stopped reaching for the arm, and are now beginning to knit themselves together into a pulsating carpet of veiny flesh)
wuh…. why?..
so this is normal for this place? 'n I thought my town was weird..
( he muttered, kicking the arm slightly over to his shoulder. hes not taking the risk of touching it again. )
(Barney whimpers quietly, clutching at his shoulder and cringing. He’s looking increasingly tired as more blood pours from the wound)
It’s takin… a while to get over here.
(He laughs weakly and takes a deep shuddering breath)
( he steps back cautiously. what kind of horror was he dealing with? even for spookytowne, this was.. strange. he just watches the arm before looking to Barney, not saying a word. )
(The arm shudders once more then collapses, the tendrils moving slower before pulling back into the arm. Barney cautiously pokes it with his now only hand. The arm twitches, but doesn’t do much else
( he only stares at the other for a long moment, unable to really process what is happening in front of him. )
you tell me. I ain't seen nothin' like this.. you ain't right.
(He wheezes and shudders, blood gushing from his writhing wound. He looks towards his arm, tears streaming down his face. His arm twitches and wriggles around on the floor)
w what the- ffuck?
( hes hungry but not that hungry .. he drops the arm and steps back. for once the cannibal's lust for flesh had be tainted by something clearly non-human. )
now I ain't touchin' that .. what ( * are ) you ?
+ is doing the same thing. The tendrils of both torn parts reach blindly, but seem to all be reaching generally toward the other half. Barney is currently puking on the floor so he doesn’t notice)
it hurts? interesting.
( he only laughs, finally pulling the arm off completely with a sick noise. he just .. stared though. hes never seen someone's arm move after being removed. )
what the hell?
(He screams in pain, his legs wobbling and causing him to fall to the ground. Hot tears of pain prick at the corner of his eyes)
Stop! Please! That hurts!
hm? too tight? 'm afraid I don't understand.
( his smile twists into a sick grin as he puts more pressure on barney's arm, tearing the b0ne from its socket. )
mhm ..
'n thats okay. 'm a butcher and a chef. I know how to get what I want.
( he smiled, suddenly moving to grab barney's arm, a crunch heard as he slammed his claws around it. )
Called it. White people do be doin that a lot.
(He chuckles softly)
Well I’m sorry friend, don’t think I got any. If you can’t tell by my delicious cheap ass meal I’m too broke fer meat. Gotta get some baby stuff yknow.
it was. the word "cannibalism" itself comes from the name that the Spanish gave to the Caribs (Caníbales). The Spanish accused the Caribbean tribe of ritualistically eating their enemies.
( he shrugged nonchalantly, looking at barney then to the rice before shaking his head. ) +