“Yeah, cranberry juice in an abandoned library… obviously…” Sakaki’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, seeing as now didn’t seem to be the appropriate time to joke about stuff like that at a time like this. Seeing that Marty was discreetly asking her to move closer, Sakaki raised an eyebrow and slowly made her way forward with a hint of caution on her face.
She stood on her tiptoes to see over Marty’s shoulder at what he was doing and stumbled back a bit when he exclaimed in disgust at the stench the stain gave off.
From Marty, Sakaki’s attention was then focused on the wall and the shoddy paint work on it. Compared to the rest of the building, it was like someone had let a child do this part. Not to mention the questionable darker patch in the middle of it.
“Hmm… I don’t think it’s paint…”
Sakaki had not yet noticed the hand print on the lower portion of the wall so kept her eyes trained on the floor, curiously investigating the stain. Crouching down to get a better look, Sakaki leaned forward and also took a small sniff, not expecting anything that bad.
She made a chocking sound.
The tall girl quickly stood up to full height and pinched her nose, pulling a face at the smell that entered her nostrils.
“Ugh…” Why do people always do that? When someone else says ‘Wow, that stinks’ others always feel the need to try it for themselves, just to see if they’re lying. Why would someone lie about that? Why!? But anyway, better continue before the writers get angry at me…
After clearing her mind of the scent, Sakaki looked at Marty who claimed that what was in the carpet was in fact, blood. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes for a moment.
“… can’t we just call it cranberry juice again? It’ll put my mind at rest…” Although that was probably the worst thing one could do in a place like this…
Y-Y-Yeah, I agree with ya. C-Cranberry juice it is!
-Marty nervously laughed, knowing that this discovery wasn’t very sweetening to say the least, but it was very interesting and peculiar as well. Now the question is why would there be a bloodstain on the walls of a library? Let alone a faint hand print embellished on the premises? In the damp quietude of the library, Marty glanced over towards Sakaki with intent and nodded his head.-
Let’s try to reasonably sort this out, S. Err…sorta, kinda work through it, should I say.
If it is blood, who knows? Maybe someone had a lil’ accident and got a nosebleed. It’s possible.
-But in that dark corner of the library, the teen gazed upon the blood stain nearing the wall and carpet. He shuddered and turned back to his friend.-
But would someone be stupid enough to let all that blood out without grabbing a tissue or whatever? If I were them, I would’ve ran to the bathroom…wherever that is here.
-Marty wasn’t very adamant about figuring out the location of the library’s bathroom, nor did he expect Sakaki to be either.-
Hold on, check out the shelves here too, bud.
-The teen picked up the same scent of fresh paint along the bookcases, of course, they were brown this time. However, Marty recalled back to the fact that they were cautioned to not touch the shelves. Nevertheless, the teen knew something fishy was going on and decided to smell the shelves anyway.-
U-Ugh…aww yeah…that’s fresh paint. And I think I picked up more iron from it, so that means…more blood.
-The case happened to be the same for several bookcases on the dim lit first floor. Shaking his head in confusion, Marty turned to his friend to sort through all these perplexing details.-
Do ya have any idea to what could’ve happened here? I feel like we just stumbled upon a coated crime scene…