[ WEEK TWO ]

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WEEK TWO

CURRENT POPULATION: 40 It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings. ... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours! Except there is, perhaps, a few things amiss. This post functions as the general mingle post for the week. Wanted Posters and other small events will be posted in top levels below. If there's any questions or requests, please send a PM or shoot a PP to robowest.

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graveyard obviously

[sweats]

[ Will is here in the graveyard and he's not entirely sure why. His bid to not feel very much about this whole thing is going to be unsuccessful if he places himself right in the heart of the matter but he is here and he spots -- he spots Damian, the terse boy who killed a deer for the good of the town. A boy that he can't help but be curious about. Winston is naturally at Will's feet and Will can't help but whistle softly before jerking his head towards Damian when he sees him pause over the grave.

Winston takes the cue and approaches, just high enough to be able to nose at Damian's hand from behind and push upwards until the hand is on his head. If Damian allows it, Winston will look upwards at him and wag his tail.

Will follows soon after, making enough noise to indicate his approach. He'll lift a hand in a wave if Damian looks over. ]

Do you want to bury it?

excuse me DO NOT WITH UR DOG

[bittybat]

[Of course, Damian will allow it. There's nothing quite like the comforting feel of coarse fur and a cold nose. He gives the familiar dog a good ruffle behind the ears on the neck, and then he glances up at Will.

Then he looks back at the grave.] If we don't, coyotes will come to get it. They'll start digging up the graves.

How did it get here? Isn't this where you buried the girl?