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.
[ she'll reach over and give him a quick hug, while. trying not to get the head smushed between them, so it's not the Best Hug but who's rating them anyway. ]
We love you, Percy.
[ she lets go and will. wander off after that since while she was ready to take that head away, she does not actually want to deal with the rest of the dead body pile. ]
[...the thought's appreciated, Papika. There's a noise of acknowledgement because for some reason his throat isn't working quite right, but it's there. Go on, small child. Let him deal with the dead.]
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Okay. [ ... ] If you want to stay the night you can.
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I'll think about it. Thank you. [No really...thank you, Papika.] I'll let you know later tonight, okay?
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We love you, Percy.
[ she lets go and will. wander off after that since while she was ready to take that head away, she does not actually want to deal with the rest of the dead body pile. ]
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