[ WEEK THREE ]

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WEEK THREE

CURRENT POPULATION: 35 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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Comments

[robitussin]

Not against anyone who isn't a dick. One time thing unless you're enough of an asshole to warrant it again.

[insincerely]

I'm always an asshole, though.

[robitussin]

Usually not that much! So we're cool.

[She says, minutes after punching him in the face??]

[insincerely]

[SURE]

Birthday parties is where you draw the line? You're lucky that I'm not the has-to-punch-back type.

[robitussin]

It's one thing to be a dick to someone, it's another to be a dick to a little girl at her birthday party. So, yes, that is where I draw the line.

[She shrugs.]

It's not luck, I'm just smart enough to realize you aren't that type.

[insincerely]

That's seriously the standard you're setting?

[Why not jump further down the hole of assholes, Natalie?]

Really now? What gave off that impression?

[robitussin]

I see no problems with this standard, honestly.

[She can't, she's slowly being dragged out of this hole and she hates it??]

Don't know. Must be my dizzying intellect at work.

[insincerely]

Need I remind you what kind of place we're in?

... Your dizzying intellect apparently didn't teach you how to properly throw a punch.

[robitussin]

I see no reason why that contradicts my standard. Burden of proof is on you.

[And then she pauses, tilting her head slightly.]

That was a perfectly acceptable punch and you know it.

[insincerely]

Yes, and I'm sure that look on your face afterwards was just a figment of my imagination.

[robitussin]

What look? There was no look.

[There was definitely a look.]

[insincerely]

Oh, I'm sorry, does your face always look like you punched something the wrong way?