It's... quiet. The morning is quiet and dull and even the animals lingering on the fringes of town seem a bit at a loss for what to do. The town as a whole seems to be waiting and it isn't until the Sheriff leaves the station carrying two wooden gibbets easily in his arms that things seem to perk up. He drops them into the dirt, shoves them both in with a grunt and then heads back into the station.
A few moments later both Claire Stanfield and Sara Valestein follow him out, leashed to him by a rope binding their hands and a blindfold around their eyes. In the Sheriff's other hand are two buckets. He brings them to the stick and drops the bucket upside down on the ground, helping them to stand up on it and pulling the noose around their neck a moment after. He uses the excess of rope around their hands to bind them to the stick.
He turns back to the town after, glancing at the few stray animals that have set up on the porches to watch. A crow nearby caws out from on top of the Saloon sign. The Sheriff looks to the hotel and a moment later, the bells on top of the church begin to ring. He calls out, louder than naturally possible,
"Execution time, folks! Zacharias Barnham and Milla Maxwell have been chosen as our executioners. Come on down and watch."
And then, as indifferent as ever, he pops a piece of tobacco.
[Quiet. He's quiet, and he lets them stay there...before forcibly moving forward to shrug Xion off.]
Xion, go back to the others. [Perhaps it's selfish, and he will comfort her later, but for now all he can think about is how this is the weekend that people either a.) inadvertently get killed because of him or b.) they're just people he's somewhat close to. But that's the game, isn't it? That's how these things go.
Above all else, Percy has to remember he's Greek. Tragedy is in his blood, but he can't let it rule him. He can't sit here in the dirt. He needs to go.]
And I won't. [This is still a quiet tone, but louder than her whisper.] But not you. Not after everything. ...Xion, please.
[...given everything, he's pretty worried about her mental state. It's why he wants her to go.] I won't do this alone, but you can't have blood on your hands. Okay?
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Xion, go back to the others. [Perhaps it's selfish, and he will comfort her later, but for now all he can think about is how this is the weekend that people either a.) inadvertently get killed because of him or b.) they're just people he's somewhat close to. But that's the game, isn't it? That's how these things go.
Above all else, Percy has to remember he's Greek. Tragedy is in his blood, but he can't let it rule him. He can't sit here in the dirt. He needs to go.]
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You're important too, [ is what she ends up whispering. ] You don't ... have to do everything by yourself.
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[...given everything, he's pretty worried about her mental state. It's why he wants her to go.] I won't do this alone, but you can't have blood on your hands. Okay?
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There are so many things she wants to say. They all occur to her, and they all feel hollow. This isn't the place for an argument.
Without a word she'll grab her crutch, stand, and simply walk away. ]