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 a wooden gibbet easily in his arms that things seem to perk up. He drops it into the dirt, shoves it in with a grunt and then heads back into the station.
A few moments later Will Graham follows him out, leashed to him by a rope binding his hands and a blindfold around his eyes. In the Sheriff's other hand is a bucket. He brings them to the stick and drops the bucket upside down on the ground, helping him to stand up on it and pulling the noose around his neck a moment after. He uses the excess of rope around his hands to bind him 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! Percy Jackson has been chosen as executioner. Come on down and watch."
And then, as indifferent as ever, he pops a piece of tobacco.
[Percy leaves him strung up on his blade for a few moments, blood pooling around his hand and at his feet. He glances over his shoulder at the small gathering of people, his friends, and he soon comes to realize that this is the end.
Will Graham is dead. He remains contemplative before he slowly pulls out Riptide, flicking blood off of it and giving little regard to where it splatters. He wishes he had a scabbard, but this will do.]
...sorry you all had to see that. [But it's all he says. Instead, he takes the time to cut Will's body down from the stick and he grabs him, picking him up and beginning to drag him through town toward the bonfire.
Rest easy, Whole Ass. He'll take care of everything from here.]
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Will Graham is dead. He remains contemplative before he slowly pulls out Riptide, flicking blood off of it and giving little regard to where it splatters. He wishes he had a scabbard, but this will do.]
...sorry you all had to see that. [But it's all he says. Instead, he takes the time to cut Will's body down from the stick and he grabs him, picking him up and beginning to drag him through town toward the bonfire.
Rest easy, Whole Ass. He'll take care of everything from here.]