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!
After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts.
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[ When everyone wakes up on Thursday morning (or around 5AM, at least), they'll find Russell currently locked up in the stocks. There's no lock keeping him in place but no matter what, the wooden stocks don't seem to budge. Looks like he's just stuck there for a while. ]
[ Ugh... Look. Just look. He really really wants to try really hard for Barnham!! But sometimes he can't help but feel so scared and hopeless... It's difficult. ]
Just. . . You don't have to pity me or anything like that... I don't want you to feel bad.
... I shall stay, of course. I have no intentions of going anywhere.
[Don't worry, Russell... he'll stick around.
Even if he doesn't have a word to say about the curfew deal, because that still bothers him. Having to leave Russell here defenseless is not something he's really interested in.]
Naturally, Yuna is there basically as soon as she can be, and she's carrying a chair she's just straight up stolen from the kitchen. There's a pillow under her arm, too, for Maximum Comfort.]
Hey, Russell! I have somewhere for you to sit so you're a little less uncomfortable today.
[She says this immediately, of course, and moves to stand in front of the stocks, crouching so she can meet his eyes.]
Nothing about the way this game is set up has ever been fair, so you don't deserve to have this happen to you at all. Something bad's happening to you and it isn't fair, so of course you deserve to have someone help you to try making up for it!
[She beams, bright as ever.]
You're my friend, so you're really important to me, Russell, so I want to help make sure you're okay.
You don't have to be sorry. [Yuna's voice is gentle, and she hasn't looked away from him.] I like spending time with you and I want you to be okay, so you haven't done anything you need to be sorry for.
And it's not like he can really wipe his face in the position he's in now, or it'd be kind of awkward, so... Congrats, Yuna. You made a small boy cry (but it's..!!! A GOOD THING!! Emotion!! Which... Russell can't really handle well). ]
[THIS POOR BOY?!?! THIS POOR SAD BOY SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH and so Yuna, faltering for just a moment before she realizes why he's crying, ever so gently takes one of his hands and intertwines their fingers together.]
I think I'm just the right amount of kind. Maybe even not enough! You don't have to say anything now, though, all right? It's okay. Don't worry.
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WELL, IT'S NOT LIKE RUSSELL CAN DO ANYTHING!! He looks kind of scared though... :( ]
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... Young Russell.
[Fuck. He mostly looks weary, now.]
... So this is... [... dammit]
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Russell just averts his gaze. ]
I'll be okay Mr. Barnham... You . . . Don't have to worry.
[ He'll be FINE... ]
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In truth, I find it is difficult not to be concerned for you.
[Someone has to, after all.]
... Is there anything I can do for you here?
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Russell just looks down at the ground. ]
Some people... Had made it out of here alive. . . So...
[ It'll be f i n e. With that, he shakes his head. ]
Not really... I'm just scared for when it gets dark...
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... Hold onto that hope of living. The fear... is also a good sign. It means, too, that you wish to live.
[He's!! Proud of you!!]
You have come far in a short period of time. Be proud of that.
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Is that what it is. . . . . I don't know about that.
[ Technically, so far, he's lived 4 weeks longer than his own canon!! That's an accomplishment!! ANYWAY-- ]
I'm just . . . Really scared.
[ Literally the only thing he can think and talk about right now, sadly. But when has Russell ever been a conversationalist. ]
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He frowns to himself a little.]
... Stay strong, Young Russell. You shall survive this, and you shall be fine.
[maybe]
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Dunno about that...
[ Ugh... Look. Just look. He really really wants to try really hard for Barnham!! But sometimes he can't help but feel so scared and hopeless... It's difficult. ]
Just. . . You don't have to pity me or anything like that... I don't want you to feel bad.
[ Or look at him like he's a goner. ]
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[That of all things... definitely not.]
I believe you have plenty to be proud of. I, too, am proud of how far you have come.
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[ Because that's the last thing he wants! ]
Uhm... If you could stay with me for a bit... That would be nice -- you don't have to, but... [ HE CAN.. IF HE WANTS. ]
Just make sure . . . To go back to the room before curfew. [ He doesn't want Barnham to be put in danger, for sure. ]
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[Don't worry, Russell... he'll stick around.
Even if he doesn't have a word to say about the curfew deal, because that still bothers him. Having to leave Russell here defenseless is not something he's really interested in.]
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Naturally, Yuna is there basically as soon as she can be, and she's carrying a chair she's just straight up stolen from the kitchen. There's a pillow under her arm, too, for Maximum Comfort.]
Hey, Russell! I have somewhere for you to sit so you're a little less uncomfortable today.
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Though, he can't help but feel extremely bad because he doesn't want people to take pity on him. ]
Uhm . . . Thank you. You don't really ... have to do anything for me though, Yuna.
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[So she's happily setting the chair up behind him and fluffing the heck outta that pillow before she puts it on the seat of the chair, too.]
Here you go. Have you had breakfast yet?
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Uhm... No, I haven't. . . But I'm not really feeling hungry right now.
[ Ugh. She's really being too kind to him. It's feels really nice, naturally, but at the same time . . . ]
I probably got locked in here because . . . I deserve it. I don't think it's fair if you show me... All this kindness.
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[She says this immediately, of course, and moves to stand in front of the stocks, crouching so she can meet his eyes.]
Nothing about the way this game is set up has ever been fair, so you don't deserve to have this happen to you at all. Something bad's happening to you and it isn't fair, so of course you deserve to have someone help you to try making up for it!
[She beams, bright as ever.]
You're my friend, so you're really important to me, Russell, so I want to help make sure you're okay.
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Like, really overwhelming, he can't even look at her in the eyes. ]
I . . . Really...
[ His eyes look a little watery, like he's about to cry. Mostly all due to Yuna's pure intentions and genuine words..!
Russell just focuses on the ground. ]
Sorry... I -- [ HE'S AT A LOST FOR WORDS... ] I'm sorry...
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And it's not like he can really wipe his face in the position he's in now, or it'd be kind of awkward, so... Congrats, Yuna. You made a small boy cry (but it's..!!! A GOOD THING!! Emotion!! Which... Russell can't really handle well). ]
You're... Really too kind. . .
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I think I'm just the right amount of kind. Maybe even not enough! You don't have to say anything now, though, all right? It's okay. Don't worry.
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Jason can't verbally ask him how he's doing (for obvious reasons), but he jots something down on a notebook before showing it to him.]
Stupid question: How are you holding up?
[Please survive, creepy child...]
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He glances at the note, then averts his gaze. ]
Uhm. . . I'm ... Fine. I'm... Kind of scared.
[ He doesn't want to think about tonight... ]
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Y'know, I'm starting to think that anyone rooming with the Inquisitor is cursed. Sorry about that.