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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robowest2017-02-25 12:00 pm
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Mister Graham stated that Natalie's last request was that Mister Todd not be the one to participate in this execution.
[That's all he's got.]
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...I'd like to do it myself then, Mr. Barnham.
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[Grimly:]
You do not have to spill blood on your hands if you are not entirely certain.
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You told me to fight for the truth and to do what's right. I respect Natalie's wishes not to let Jason do this. I'm not letting the kids do it. It shouldn't be Milla, who's done more than enough. It shouldn't be Noctis who never asked for this. And it shouldn't be anyone who wasn't involved, and it shouldn't have to be you. Not after last week.
[An inhale.] Mr. Barnham. I should have known what Will was planning when he found me and Natalie in the clinic. Too many things were out of my control this weekend. This isn't a vengeance kill. This is taking control again. So please...let it be me. I'm more than certain this time.
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Barnham can't deny him that, when he's been stronger than anyone could have ever asked for.
So slowly, he nods.]
... I understand. Very well then. I shall cast my vote for you, and leave it in your hands.
[Percy deserves to be able to get more control of his life again. If it has to be like this... he'd rather it be a time when he feels Percy can well and truly handle it.]
I have faith in your ability to do so.
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Thank you, sir. I won't let anyone else down. [And with that, he turns to cast his own vote. He'll let the chips fall where they may.]
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He looks like he's ready to argue about it, mouth opening like he's forgotten he can't talk anymore — and then he snaps it shut with an audible click. "Natalie's last request," right. Hah.
He'll just shove something in the voting box and leave. Go fuck yourselves, assholes.]