[ WEEK SIX – TRIAL ]

[sheriffexe]

TRIAL

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. Welcome to the trial post! Characters are free to discuss everything related to the trial here. They won't be let out of the room until 9PM when voting ends. Every character must vote and the voting post can be found here. If there are any questions, please shoot a message to this journal or to robowest.

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[thatsthespirit]

[she might. . . a little bit. but she also realizes that he was like this long before he met her, so she can't blame herself entirely.]

Then. . . that acceptance is all the rest of us can ask for. The rest will be in Percy's hands.

[she props a hand on her hip]

Do you think you will ever break free of his hold? [a pause, and though she doesn't clarify who "he" is, conversation context probably makes it obvious] Or should the question I be asking is, "do you even want to?"

[sweats]

[ Once upon a time, someone he once considered a close and dear friend asked him the same thing. Alana was a little more critical in it -- after everything Hannibal had done to them both, she couldn't fathom why Will continued to chase after him like a dog with a bone. She asked and Will could only look away in his shame. But there was one thing she could trust Hannibal with: Will's physical safety. His emotional safety on the other hand, that's a bit more up in the air.

So, all Will can do is smile sadly and lift his shoulders in a slow shrug. ]

Where else would I go?

[ Because really -- where? After this game is over, he returns with Hannibal. Who else would take him, would love him, someone as much of a monster as Will is? Because isn't that just what he is, a monster? There's nothing else for him, anywhere. ]

Don't worry about me, Milla. I've paid my dues and this is the fate handed to me. There's no fighting that.