The day was just starting, the sun was sluggishly climbing its way up into the sky and likewise the drunkards were just as slowly dragging themselves away from their respective watering holes and back to wherever they laid their heads in order to sleep off their latest hangover and to prepare for their next one. The community of seemingly random species started to stir and wake to the new day, mechanics opening shop, bakers warming up their ovens, and families sharing breakfast. The only real sound that filled the air right now, besides the occasional moan and groan of the stumbling drunk, was that of the sound of the birds singing, some more squawking. Over all it was a relaxing and peaceful image.
As everyone else in the community were either willing themselves awake or trudging off to work or back from it there was a little commotion in the sheriffs office, well less of a commotion and more of a storm of curse words. Inside the office it was not that much of a impressive sight, it was a simple building with a wall taken up with a row cells for keeping offenders, another with a boarded with wanted posters and their rewards, and finally two desks on opposite sides of the room, at one of these desks a dark figure sat with his legs kicked up onto the desk and the brim of his hat pulled low down over his face. In one of the cells a scrawny green skinned, bald alien was busy cursing and wailing against the bars. "Oi LET ME THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF THIS F#!&ING CELL! I AIN'T DO A DAMN THING!!" He bellowed as he banged his fist against the bars, only to hurt his own hand and let out a yelp. He let out a series of slurs before continuing is rant. "IT WAS ONLY ONE PURSE! DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THAT MUCH CASH IN IT!!"
This rant may have continued if it wasn't for the shot that whizzed by mere inches from the alien's head. The figure that was reclining in one of the desks now had his arm stretched out and was armed with a now smoking pistol. "Shh." The low hiss escaped the gun wielding man as he placed the gun back in its holster on his hip. The now jittering green alien merely gulped and gave the best nod he could before scampering away from the bars of the cell and hiding under the bed of the cell. The figure then stood from the desk, it turned out he was a rather tall fellow, and walked over to the exit of the sheriff's office. He looked over his shoulder back to the cells. "I'm heading out, if you are not here when I get back I will look forward to hunting you down." He said in a raspy voice that could make almost anyone's skin crawl. With that the man set out of the office and into town. As cold as that may have seemed to others that was a everyday ritual for the town's sheriff before he would go do his rounds, there was a reason people were so wary of Alexander after all.
As everyone else in the community were either willing themselves awake or trudging off to work or back from it there was a little commotion in the sheriffs office, well less of a commotion and more of a storm of curse words. Inside the office it was not that much of a impressive sight, it was a simple building with a wall taken up with a row cells for keeping offenders, another with a boarded with wanted posters and their rewards, and finally two desks on opposite sides of the room, at one of these desks a dark figure sat with his legs kicked up onto the desk and the brim of his hat pulled low down over his face. In one of the cells a scrawny green skinned, bald alien was busy cursing and wailing against the bars. "Oi LET ME THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF THIS F#!&ING CELL! I AIN'T DO A DAMN THING!!" He bellowed as he banged his fist against the bars, only to hurt his own hand and let out a yelp. He let out a series of slurs before continuing is rant. "IT WAS ONLY ONE PURSE! DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THAT MUCH CASH IN IT!!"
This rant may have continued if it wasn't for the shot that whizzed by mere inches from the alien's head. The figure that was reclining in one of the desks now had his arm stretched out and was armed with a now smoking pistol. "Shh." The low hiss escaped the gun wielding man as he placed the gun back in its holster on his hip. The now jittering green alien merely gulped and gave the best nod he could before scampering away from the bars of the cell and hiding under the bed of the cell. The figure then stood from the desk, it turned out he was a rather tall fellow, and walked over to the exit of the sheriff's office. He looked over his shoulder back to the cells. "I'm heading out, if you are not here when I get back I will look forward to hunting you down." He said in a raspy voice that could make almost anyone's skin crawl. With that the man set out of the office and into town. As cold as that may have seemed to others that was a everyday ritual for the town's sheriff before he would go do his rounds, there was a reason people were so wary of Alexander after all.
