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| Strompy | Apr 24 2015, 10:47 PM Post #1171 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Cheap shot, motherfucker." Julie commented as Ethan took a swing at Randall's stump. He was immediately repaid for the low blow and Randall piled on more hurt. Julie wished she had a camera, or that Youtube still existed. Because of their similar circumstances Julie took extreme pleasure in watching Randall beat the snot out of Ethan with one hand. this was the most entertaining thing she'd seen in a long time, and she noticed it had attracted some attention from others. Fortunately none of them had any inclination to interrupt just yet, maybe they were just as starved for a spectacle as she was. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 24 2015, 10:49 PM Post #1172 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie let Candice gently dab the blood off her, her mind still spinning. Her jaw protested when Candice dabbed her lower cheek, though. Annie placed a hand over Candice’s, stopping her gently. “I need ice,” she prompted her. She looked over at Willow, who seemed to be in good shape, despite the severity of her injuries. Then she thought about Willow’s leader and what he must be doing right now. She remembered his injuries. She questioned what she had done, what kind of position she had put him. Was he even going to be okay? And if he was, how was Geraldine and the rest of the community going to respond to this? “I have to go,” she said. She headed out the door, just like Randall and Julie had. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 25 2015, 12:07 AM Post #1173 |
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Is that so?
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"Seriously?" Willow let out a sigh. With a little effort, she pulled herself back to her feet. Or rather, her foot. "Come on, Willow... you're not serious, are you?" Candice groaned. "You don't have to come with me." The pink-haired woman assured her. "I got this." Willow turned toward the door and made her way out slowly after Annie. Marcus shot Candice a sympathetic smile as she buried her face in her hands; how could someone be so laid back and so stubborn at the same time? In unison, they got up and headed out too. Willow clearly didn't want to be left out and Candice couldn't leave her to go alone. Not after Willow somehow talked her into letting her walk around, Candice saw Willow's safety as her responsibility now. * * * * * For the second time, Ethan was on the ground. Randall stood over him. Images of Annie's battered face burning in his mind. This scumbag sent someone to break into her house and kill her ex-husband. Fucking scumbag. "Come on, is that all you got?" Randall shouted at Ethan as he picked himself back up off the ground. "If you can't handle me, maybe you can just hire someone to break into my house and kill me while I'm asleep! Isn't that more your style anyway!?" A crowd was beginning to gather. Everyone would likely hear his next words. "So that is what this is about?" Ethan retorted. "That idiot Kevin couldn't even do one fucking job properly, could he?" Ethan surged into a run from his crouched position and tackled Randall head on. Both of them hit the ground hard, but Ethan tried using his superior position on top of rain his fists on top of Randall. "I don't even need Kevin! I can fucking kill you myself, you self-righteous, arrogant prick!" |
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| Strompy | Apr 25 2015, 12:14 AM Post #1174 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Come on, Randall! Kick his ass!" Julie cheered from the sideline. She tightened her grip on the pistol. If it was looking like Ethan might actually make good on what he said she'd put an end to it. She knew to let the two of them sort it out though, Ethan needed to be taken down more than a peg or two and now that Randall had started this it needed to be him that did it... or Annie of course. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 25 2015, 12:18 AM Post #1175 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jeff was at the north east corner of the settlement – where Eckinger became Carnation Court – when he heard the hollering down the street. Until then, it had actually been a pretty good day. Delivering rations was mundane work, but it was peaceful, and there was no better way to get acquainted with the everyday denizens of the settlement. Surprisingly, most of them were pretty chill people – friendly, talkative, some of them even laughed at his self-deprecating or sardonic jokes. They weren’t like the hardened psychopathic people they had run into on the road. They weren’t even like desperate and despairing people at Mount Kisco. They were just people. It had been incredibly refreshing, and Jeff’s spirits were lifted generously. Then he heard the murmurs and the shouts and he ran down the street to see what was going on. The air went right out of his good mood. Well shit, he thought, coming to a stop near the growing crowd. Randall was brawling – really brawling with Ethan, one of the leaders of the community. This isn’t going to end well. * * * Emmett stared over the handle bars of his motorcycle and around the side of Jimmy’s truck in front of him. The walls of the Flint community came into view, and he hated the vague feeling of disappointment that summoned within him. A part of him – a part that was too large – was more comfortable out here than he was in there. Out here was simpler. There was more danger but less for him to worry about it. In this case, he was also the bearer of bad tidings. He had been told they found one of Jimmy’s fellow runners dead, and the others could be safely presumed to be the same. They had recovered their supplies – and an additional food truck, besides – so the trip wasn’t fruitless. The fruit was bitter, though. As far as he was concerned, no amount of supplies could be comfortably for a human life. Then again, that line of thinking set him apart in Old Fort Erie. Too many others thought different. That’s what drove him away. Maybe the people here would similarly disagree with him too. Ahead of him, Jimmy’s truck came to a stop. Eli in his food delivery truck and Brandon in his flatbed came to similar stops nearby. Emmett rolled to one himself. He frowned a moment later when he realized the gate was taking too long to open. His frown worsened when he smelled roamers nearby. A lot of them. Too many. He didn’t hear them, though. That meant dead. There was an attack, he concluded. The town fought them off. Jimmy started to honk his horn, and the gate finally opened. Today, he mercifully stopped honking when it did. He rolled his truck in, and Emmett and the others followed. After the gate closed behind them, Emmett watched from his seat as Jimmy hopped out to address the guard. “Hey man, shouldn’t there be about three or more of you?” Jimmy asked. “Did everyone go home to watch a football game that I didn’t know about?” “Sorry, Jimmy,” the guard answered. “It’s been crazy. The west gate was attacked…” Jimmy tilted his head, showing just a hint of concern, but it was Eli who leaned out of his seat at that news. “You were attacked? By who?” “Uh, deadheads,” the guard looked at him uncertainly, before turning back to Jimmy. “And there was an accident with the temporary walls, but everything’s under control.” “Is Randall okay?!” Eli demanded. The guard glanced at him with the same uncertain look, but this time didn’t even respond before talking again to Jimmy. “Like I said, it’s been crazy,” he said. “Now I heard some shit’s going down at Geraldine’s. I think it has something to do with…” He lowered his voice, but not low enough. “…these people.” At that, Eli’s worried look intensified. He jumped out of his truck and broke into a run down the street. The guard reacted with worry of his own. Emmett recognized him trying to raise his weapon as Eli passed – but Jimmy grabbed his arm as soon as he did. “What are you thinking?” Jimmy asked with angry incredulity. The guard gave him an apologetic look back and raised both his empty palms. Emmett took the quasi-surrender as his opportunity to follow Eli. He also wanted to know what the hell was going on here. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 25 2015, 12:39 AM Post #1176 |
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Is that so?
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It had felt like one hell of a run, but Willow finally made it to the end of the street where a crowd was building up. It felt odd, seeing so many people. But she also had an ill feeling in her gut that she knew what they were all looking at. Amidst the crowd, she saw a few familiar faces; Jeff and Maxwell among them, but they hadn't noticed her. They were crowding around someone's house. Sure enough, she saw Randall and another man she hadn't seen before in a brawl. Must be Ethan. * * * * * Ethan's punches didn't really hurt. He had no strength in his body. Randall fearlessly threw another left up at him (since his right was pretty much useless), but Ethan knew it would come. He threw out his right arm and successfully deflected the strike. Randall grit his teeth and grabbed the deflecting arm anyway, then pulled him hard to the side. With his superior strength, he threw the weaker and off-balanced Ethan off of him. With Ethan off of him, he was able to get back on his feet. That was when he saw Ethan reaching into his jacket for something. He had a good feeling he knew what that something was. Without a moment of hesitation, Randall darted to him. He saw a gun in Ethan's hand; he really didn't care anymore. Randall got to him before he could do anything, kicking him and sending the gun skipping across the grass. Randall knelt down beside him and grabbed the beaten man by the hem of his collared shirt and pulled him up close. He wanted to insult him. He wanted to punch him. He wanted to beat the shit out of him. But Ethan didn't have much fight left in him, and his gun was out of his reach. He had lost. That last assault was all he had left. And despite all of his anger, Randall had no desire to beat Ethan any further with a crowd watching. "Why?" Randall asked him harshly. "Why do you care?" Ethan hissed. "You already won? You beat me up. Isn't that how it works... outside the walls? Winner take all?" |
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| Strompy | Apr 25 2015, 12:54 AM Post #1177 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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He pulled a fucking piece. That asshole. Julie had her pistol trained on Ethan even as he hung beaten in Randall's grip. She'd drawn as soon as Ethan made a move for his gun but thankfully Randall was quicker. Everyone saw that. Everyone. There was no getting out of this shit for Ethan now. He could claim self defense, but there were witnesses to him threatening to kill Randall, as well as admitting to hiring somebody to kill that Chase guy. "You're fucked." Julie observed with a hint of satisfaction. He might be about to find out what it's like outside firsthand. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 25 2015, 12:55 AM Post #1178 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie didn’t move from her spot on the sidelines, where she had arrived just in time to see the fight’s conclusion. Seeing Ethan bloody and at Randall’s mercy – it was disturbingly satisfying. She knew she should intercede and tell them to end this. That would be the right thing. Her anger at Ethan was too raw, though. She couldn’t push through it. She just watched. * * * Eli made his way to the end of the street in no time at all. He was huffing from the exertion as he shoved his way through a semicircle crowd blocking the view of a lawn. When he made it to the front, he paused. There was Randall – blood on him, but it didn’t look like his own. He had Ethan in his grip. Randall looked mad. So did Ethan. Eli had no idea whatsoever what could have led up to this, but he knew Randall was a good person. He’d seen him get angry, but it was always justified. If something had made him fly off the handle like this, it must have been something bad. “Put him down and back away!” one of the guards in the black jackets appeared from the ring of onlookers, confidently holding a pistol – at Randall. Eli was uncertain about a lot. He questioned himself often. He spent too much time in his head. But if there was one thing he didn’t have any hesitation about, it was his loyalty to Randall. He didn’t think twice before grabbing the AR15 hanging down by his side and raising it at the guard. “Hey!” he yelled, stepping forward himself, aiming the rifle at the guard. “Don’t even fuckin’ think about it!” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Julie had also pulled. He pushed his other feelings about her aside, and he felt weirdly proud. But then another man in a black jacket appear on the scene. He raised his own gun at Julie in response. Eli realized that maybe neither he nor Julie had really thought this through. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 25 2015, 01:12 AM Post #1179 |
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Is that so?
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Randall let go of Ethan and let the man slump back to the ground. So this is how it was going to be, huh? He couldn't be mad; he had expected this. He didn't think he was going to have as much time beating Ethan as he had anyway. So that was always a win. He slowly raised his hands in compliance, but looked down at the beaten Ethan with a pleased grin on his lips. "Whoa, whoa, wait a second guys!" Marcus ran out into the fray of guns being aimed in all directions. "Weapons down, man, we can talk this shit over!" Randall appreciated the backup, but it was unlikely anyone was going to listen. The tension was so thick he could cut it and butter his toast with it. He really hadn't thought this through. Now everyone was going to think that Randall and his group were a bunch of thugs. Maybe that was for the best; everyone was on their feet again. Even Willow, whose pink hair stood out among the crowd easily. That meant they could leave. Get the cure to Chicago. "GUNS DOWN!" An authoritative voice broke the awkward stalemate that everyone had gotten caught up in. The guards awkwardly looked among themselves, but ultimately did comply and lower their rifles. The source of the demand, Geraldine herself, strode through the crowd and approached Randall and Ethan. It was the first time he had seen her drop the mask she wore; her disgust with the situation was as clear as day. "Would you two children mind explaining to me what exactly is going on here?" Her voice drilled into the two of them harshly. Randall took a deep breath. Geraldine's eyes were boring into him. The eyes of the guards looked at him distastefully. The crowd looked at him in fear. "Ethan... he..." He started. He looked to Annie. Did he want to tell everyone what had happened? The doubt gripped at him. He had to tell them, right? But even if he did, would they believe him? "I what?" Ethan chuckled from the ground. "You... have no proof that I did anything. You have nothing!" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 25 2015, 01:21 AM Post #1180 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie stepped through the crowd and into the center of the action. She had to now. Putting it off was no longer an option. Around her, Randall’s allies seemed to comply with Geraldine’s demand once her own men did. Eli lowered his rifle. A man Annie didn’t recognize – he was long-haired, bearded, and leather-clad – removed his hand from under his jacket. “Ethan hired Kevin to break into my house and kill Chase,” she announced. She had less than zero desire to spare Ethan the humiliation and judgment that she could only hope would come with this public hearing. “It went wrong,” she added. “Kevin’s in the clinic now. You can ask him.” She had a strong feeling that Kevin would give up Ethan’s name again, especially in exchange for any sort of leniency. |
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| Strompy | Apr 25 2015, 01:30 AM Post #1181 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Hahaha, oh my God, I didn't know people actually said that!" Julie laughed at Ethan as she tucked her pistol away. Once people found out what Ethan was up to he'd find himself on the recieving end of a lot more hate. The guy thought because he had the astounding insight to build a wall that he was somehow untouchable, like it took some fucking brainiac to erect a few poles and sheets of metal. They could figure that out for themselves if they had to. Ethan's world was about to get a whole lot bigger and meaner. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 25 2015, 01:52 AM Post #1182 |
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Is that so?
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Something was whipping everyone up. The guards at the gate had been acting suspicious. Something was definitely going on. She got a later start than Eli and Emmett, but she could already see a crowd gathering at the end of the street. As Glenda approached the crowd, she saw a familiar head of pink hair among the bystanders. Willow? What was she doing here? It looked like Candice was with her. "Kiddo!" Willow turned around and saw Glenda approaching. She couldn't help but smirk at seeing the young woman on her feet again; even if it looked like she couldn't use one of her legs. Knowing about the wounds on her back, Glenda chose not to hug her, just give her a pat on her good shoulder; her right one. "What's going on here?" "I... don't really know." She admitted. Glenda peered through the crowd and took note of the spectacle unfolding. * * * * * Geraldine rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. How was this happening? Why was this happening? Everything had been running so smoothly until now; now the entire community was going to be whipping up a shitstorm. A literal and a figurative one. Even if this was resolved right here and now, she was going to be feeling the repercussions from this incident. She needed damage control and she needed it now. "That is a serious charge." Geraldine finally responded. She knew Ethan had been trouble. She knew he had been harassing Annie. But she didn't think it would come down to this. Yet she could still see these events playing out: Ethan sends someone to kill Chase; Annie walks in on the attempt; Annie somehow incapacitates the assailant and tells Randall; Randall flies off the hook and this is what happens. "Randall, we have a system here! You can't just come walking up to someone here, especially one of my advisers, and just start delivering a vigilante-style beatdown on an accusation. That is a blatant disrespect of everything we have built here. I want you, and all of your people, confined to your quarters for the remainder of the day. You are all under house arrest for the time being. I am positioning guards outside your house to make sure you don't go anywhere." Ethan let out a dark chuckle. "And you." Geraldine glared at the fallen Ethan with daggers in her eyes. "You have always been a problem. I knew about your issues with Annie, but I kept you around because you actually do know some things. I'm not saying these accusations are true, but right now I have more than enough reasonable suspicion to keep your sorry ass under watch." Geraldine looked at Spencer and nodded. With that small motion, Spencer withdrew a pair of handcuffs. He knelt down beside Ethan, cuffed his left hand, then pulled both hands behind his back and cuffed them together. "A-are you fucking serious?" Ethan balked; any semblance of cool-headed self control he had was gone. "You actually believe these people!? Over ME!?" She'd never had to resort to this sort of action before. House arrest was usually enough. But Ethan... Geraldine wasn't sure if she could trust him right now. If everything said about him was true, it was in everyone's best interest that he be restrained properly. "Take him inside my house. Cuff him to one of the columns so he won't go anywhere." She ordered Spencer. "Then you and I are going down to the clinic." She turned her attention to the crowd. "Tomorrow at noon, we'll bring the evidence together right here and hold an official trial on the accusations against Ethan. If he is found guilty, I will abdicate Randall of any crimes. If he is found innocent... then we will have another decision to make, won't we? For now, the show is over." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 25 2015, 02:09 AM Post #1183 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie bristled at Geraldine’s decision. In many ways, it was what she wanted – she was taking the charges seriously, she would talk to Kevin, Ethan wasn’t going anywhere. In other key ways, it wasn’t. She never wanted Randall’s whole group to have to pay the price for what she set in motion. “Geraldine,” she said in a low pleading voice, approaching the community leader. “House arrest for the whole group? You know Ethan’s the one at fault here.” Nearby, Eli had clearly taken the news even harder. He didn’t budge from his spot. “You’re fuckin’ kidding me,” he said. “Three of our people just risked our lives going out there for you. We brought back two trucks of supplies – go look! And you’re gonna lock us up?!” |
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| Strompy | Apr 25 2015, 02:35 AM Post #1184 |
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Willow was walking. The sight was a welcome one to Brandon, but there was also a hint of disappointment in it. He'd enjoyed doting on her. Brandon walked up behind her, as he did he caught some very distressing parts of a conversation regarding them. What the hell was going on? House arrest? What? He shook his head confusedly. "I was gone for a couple hours at most. What did you do?" he whispered in mock accusation as he sneaked up behind her and placed his hands on her hips. ... "Not that there's really much to do about town anyway but that's fuckin' bogus. Only Randall was involved in the fight and only Eli and I pulled guns." Julie pointed out. She didn't think any of them getting locked up like criminals was appropriate, Ethan deserved that beating. But locking everyone up? For what? Association? That was insane. Still, backing down from a decision would be bad for Geraldine's authority so Julie suspected she'd go ahead with it anyway. Good call, Ger. Sure people will be really open to us with you treating us all like criminals. she thought bitterly. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 25 2015, 03:07 AM Post #1185 |
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Is that so?
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Willow watched as Glenda took off to get a closer look at what was going on. No sooner had she left than she smiled as she heard Brandon's voice and felt his hands on her hips. He was the one she had been trying to find this whole time. She wanted him to see her improvement more than anyone. "Hey, you." She turned her head sideways to glance back at him. The smile she gave him was a paradoxical mix of genuine happiness and sadness. Happiness at seeing Brandon and sadness at the situation that was playing out in front of them all. "Sounds like we're under house arrest. Guess I can't go back to the clinic tonight." She didn't sound too remorseful. If anything, she sounded thankful. She didn't want to spend another night in the clinic if it could be helped. She wanted to sleep in a real bed. After a real shower. She knew that they weren't going to be killed or executed for this. And as far as she was concerned, being locked inside a house with all the modern commodities wasn't much of a punishment at all. "Are the beds big enough for two?" * * * * * Geraldine inhaled slowly, trying to maintain a somewhat even temperament in the face of this aggression. "One at a time, please. First, Annie. We don't know anything for sure." Geraldine stood her ground. "And we won't know anything until Spencer and I conduct a thorough investigation. Ethan is being restrained for the time being, then he and I are going to pay a visit to Kevin at the clinic and see what he has to say about all this." She glanced at Eli. "I know that Ethan is a slime ball, but I will not be condemning anybody based off accusation alone. I will be investigating all of these claims personally and presenting my findings to the community tomorrow. Until this matter is resolved properly, I do not have the luxury of playing favorites if I want to maintain a semblance of peace in these walls." Geraldine took a moment to let that sit in the air. Now she had the Asian woman, Julie, on her case too. "Do you think I want to lock all of you up? Of course I understand that Randall is the one at fault here and not the rest of you. But look at this through their point of view." She pointed to the dissipating crowd. "I let all of you in on an exception to the rules; then after less than 48 hours in these walls, your leader is beating the shit out of a man that many people praise as one of the saviors of this community. I don't want there to be a wave of panic and protest with you guys wandering the streets; I need my people to feel safe. All you need to do is bear with it for one night. Then we will have this resolved. If your faith in Randall is well placed, then you should all have nothing to worry about." She was already getting worn out from this ordeal. She could even see another one of their group approaching; the middle aged woman. Glenda. Before it could get more out of hand, she received reinforcements from a most unlikely source. "It's okay guys." Randall assured everyone. "We aren't in any danger and I know Ethan will be found guilty for what he did." He paused. "I helped run Mount Kisco for a month; I picked up on a few things. Because of what I did, nobody is going to trust any of you now. It's better for the community this way. It won't cause any unrest." Randall looked pensive for a moment. "And I am sorry about... all of this. I didn't want to get the rest of you dragged into it. Shoulda known you would be from the start." |
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