In the morning, the town comes back to life. Birds crow overhead, a snake nearby hisses, a lingering coyote dips behind a shop before disappearing into the wild. It's a frightening contrast to the stillness of yesterday but it doesn't mean it's over yet. After all, today is the trial.
The Sheriff stands on the porch of the Town Hall and brings his hand up to his mouth to let out a whistle. He'll thumb back to the Hall behind him and very clearly state --
"Trial time, folks. Get in here and figure out who did it."
And then he'll turn to leave before pausing and adding on,
"Bring a snack or somethin' too.
The Town Hall is set up more like a court house, a Judge's bench at the front but instead of at center, it's off to the side as if more for observation than participation. There's a table at the front of the room already holding a small box and a pad of papers and pen, for voting apparently. A side room containing only a metal gurney is next and today it's obvious why there's a gurney there at all with the corpse, resting right on top of it. Aside from that, there are rows for everyone to take a seat and it's only after everyone is inside and settled, that the doors close and the Sheriff speaks.
"Well, have at it. You've got till nine."
And then, he points to a clock on the wall that reads 12:00. Good luck.
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robowest2017-02-04 12:00 pm
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There was ... a lot of ... gore in the room. ... pieces of him.
[ she'll throw up she will oh god ]
I think he was killed there, [ she continues somewhat more steadily. ] I ... I guess, unless he was killed first and then brought back to his room to be hacked up.
[ aaaaand that's about where she loses the ability to keep speaking and has to duck her head, a hand pressed hard over her mouth ]
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God. She can't focus on that. She can't. ]
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Thanks for letting us know.
[he's got a question, though.] Did he go to his room much? Since, you know... [what he told her yesterday about the homestead. it may make a difference in figuring out what order shit happened in.]
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No, he never stayed in the hotel if he could really help it. He only stayed there ... on Thursdays. He said ... he didn't want to miss curfew. And ... I told him it'd be safer.
[ She actually laughs, a bark of heartbroken and humorless sound. She has to press both hands to her face to keep from spiraling off into tears or worse. Deep breaths. ]
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[he'll keep his hand there a minute longer, because—he gets it.]
Take a breath—take a second. [don't get too overwhelmed for now, because they have too much left to do. later, though... later, she can let it out more.
he's not great at this, but he's trying.]
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It's really, really hard. But a little easier, with help. ]
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BYE, XION.]
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someday you'll lET HER LOVE YOU
(and love her in return
please love her) ]
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