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Judge merely grunted in response to the Baron's dismissal of his request. It was matter they'd gone over many times, and although he truly believed it would cut back on incidents and strife within town, he let the matter drop. At the very least, he figured it would make it easier to distinguish the two types of criminals. Men who turned into beasts when substances took hold of them, and monsters merely wearing mens' skins. The former was always a shame to put down, the latter... Could be described as a pleasure to hunt for the sheriff. For a brief moment, the smell of the burning Lead&Whiskey gang filled his nose as clear as the day he had hunted the monsters down, but he pushed the memory aside as a woman approached.
Of course, "a" woman was hardly the description she deserved. Iris as she was known, Judge knew not how much of the woman was beast and how much of her was monster, but he had been furious upon learning the Baron wanted her to avoid justice. The logic of it was sound, of course, the sheriff wouldn't argue against that. He wasn't fit to ride out against men of the gang's caliber, and any deputies he sent would likely be killed. The Baron's Elites could do the job well enough, but they were busy just trying to keep supplies moving into town. Yes, the logic of it Beauregard could respect, but the principle infuriated him. So far, either word of the leniency hadn't reached the people or it hadn't caused any additional strife, but if it somehow caused more crime to start springing up...
He had no time to finish the line of thought as she finished her approach, and set her eyes on him. The empty eye of hers bothered him as much as it would any man, but he never shirked from her gaze, willpower was something his job demanded of him on a daily basis. Her taunts dug deeper than he would ever allow to show, and he could almost feel his emotions clawing at the back of his mind. Love for the man now hanging. Respect for the work they had done together. Grief at not being able to share a final joke. Sympathy for poor Lily. Loneliness.
He forced them into silence though. There would be time for emotion another hour, another day. Instead, caught between not wanting to give Iris the satisfaction of a response, and needing to reaffirm his own humanity he spoke:
"It must be hard for you to understand, having to kill an old friend and companion for the greater good. Instead of killing them for your own selfish interests."
He was not interested in her response, with any luck she would die in her mission of 'redemption'. Instead he turned his attention to the Baron and his speech. It was a simple enough opening, but Judge was not privy to what the goal of the mayor was this day. He doubted it was just a simple attempt at boosting morale. Something was being set into motion today.
But what?
Of course, "a" woman was hardly the description she deserved. Iris as she was known, Judge knew not how much of the woman was beast and how much of her was monster, but he had been furious upon learning the Baron wanted her to avoid justice. The logic of it was sound, of course, the sheriff wouldn't argue against that. He wasn't fit to ride out against men of the gang's caliber, and any deputies he sent would likely be killed. The Baron's Elites could do the job well enough, but they were busy just trying to keep supplies moving into town. Yes, the logic of it Beauregard could respect, but the principle infuriated him. So far, either word of the leniency hadn't reached the people or it hadn't caused any additional strife, but if it somehow caused more crime to start springing up...
He had no time to finish the line of thought as she finished her approach, and set her eyes on him. The empty eye of hers bothered him as much as it would any man, but he never shirked from her gaze, willpower was something his job demanded of him on a daily basis. Her taunts dug deeper than he would ever allow to show, and he could almost feel his emotions clawing at the back of his mind. Love for the man now hanging. Respect for the work they had done together. Grief at not being able to share a final joke. Sympathy for poor Lily. Loneliness.
He forced them into silence though. There would be time for emotion another hour, another day. Instead, caught between not wanting to give Iris the satisfaction of a response, and needing to reaffirm his own humanity he spoke:
"It must be hard for you to understand, having to kill an old friend and companion for the greater good. Instead of killing them for your own selfish interests."
He was not interested in her response, with any luck she would die in her mission of 'redemption'. Instead he turned his attention to the Baron and his speech. It was a simple enough opening, but Judge was not privy to what the goal of the mayor was this day. He doubted it was just a simple attempt at boosting morale. Something was being set into motion today.
But what?
And Elliot, because Elliot.
BY THE WAY, ELLIOT'S PROSTHETIC IS HIDDEN BY HIS PANT LEG.
Also, just for the record.
Also, just for the record.
I don't do "theme" songs for characters, but seriously, this is what I play when writing the Judge and love how it fits him.
Post will be up tomorrow without fail. Caught up on the new additions to the IC.
Post will be up tomorrow without fail. Caught up on the new additions to the IC.
Graf's been really busy too. Mostly on hold there.
BY THE WAY, ELLIOT HAS A PROSTHETIC GUYS.
There. For the record.
There. For the record.
@Knight of Doom@Viciousmarrow Post is up.
Elliot stayed silent as the two made their way into the mall, taking in the familiar sites, and noting what shops had closed since he was last in town. For the most part, he let Riley talk. The twin had really just started maturing when he let town, and it seemed his growth in the "drooling over hot babes" department had stunted over the years. Caught between amusement disappointment at that thought, Elliot simply smiled to himself in response. It was only a moment later when the two caught up with his friend, and Elliot took a moment to observe her while they talked.
Albino? Nah, doesn't look like one otherwise. Then again, women have ways...
Of course he studied her eyes first, as he imagined everyone did, but after a couple moments just brushed it off as being contacts. She seemed fit, and overall relaxed. It didn't look like her eyes were full of insanity, but Elliot imagined to be a friend of the twins you had to have a few screws loose. That, or they held your family hostage.
He caught movement out of the corner of his eyes, just as she was starting to speak, but couldn't react fast enough to Kylie approaching like a hurricane. He had tried many times in the future to recall what exactly happened in those next few moments, but the most his brain could ever come up with was:
"Badinfluencegirlonyourteamfuckyoubadinfluence?!CrippleboyfriendgonncallClairecheckonmysisters"
What the fuck is wrong with this family?
Just watching Kylie explode was exhausting and Elliot made his way over to the fountain and sat down at the edge of it. These siblings were beginning to give him a serious headache. As he passed Kylie the slight smell of weed hit his nose, and made him even more annoyed. If she was this much of a fucking spazz when high he hated the idea of her sober.
She hasn't changed a bit.
In fact, it seemed most of the Reeses hadn't changed much in the time he was gone. Sure, it seemed the youngest girls had developed a sudden allergy to clothing, which he made special note of to discuss later, but so far every acted more or less the same. It would almost be nostalgic if it didn't worry him. That, and it was starting to be a serious pain in his ass. And face.
"It's Elliot, by the way Kylie. We used to know each other."
If there was any Reese whose anger Elliot didn't care about it was Kylie. She had always been about as stable as nitroglycerin, and her words had little impact. He had long since come to terms with his missing leg and the notion of being crippled. Before she had a chance to blow up on him for daring to speak, he looked up to the woman who was now standing next to him and offered a hand.
"- Like I just said, the name's Elliot. I don't think we've met."
Albino? Nah, doesn't look like one otherwise. Then again, women have ways...
Of course he studied her eyes first, as he imagined everyone did, but after a couple moments just brushed it off as being contacts. She seemed fit, and overall relaxed. It didn't look like her eyes were full of insanity, but Elliot imagined to be a friend of the twins you had to have a few screws loose. That, or they held your family hostage.
He caught movement out of the corner of his eyes, just as she was starting to speak, but couldn't react fast enough to Kylie approaching like a hurricane. He had tried many times in the future to recall what exactly happened in those next few moments, but the most his brain could ever come up with was:
"Badinfluencegirlonyourteamfuckyoubadinfluence?!CrippleboyfriendgonncallClairecheckonmysisters"
What the fuck is wrong with this family?
Just watching Kylie explode was exhausting and Elliot made his way over to the fountain and sat down at the edge of it. These siblings were beginning to give him a serious headache. As he passed Kylie the slight smell of weed hit his nose, and made him even more annoyed. If she was this much of a fucking spazz when high he hated the idea of her sober.
She hasn't changed a bit.
In fact, it seemed most of the Reeses hadn't changed much in the time he was gone. Sure, it seemed the youngest girls had developed a sudden allergy to clothing, which he made special note of to discuss later, but so far every acted more or less the same. It would almost be nostalgic if it didn't worry him. That, and it was starting to be a serious pain in his ass. And face.
"It's Elliot, by the way Kylie. We used to know each other."
If there was any Reese whose anger Elliot didn't care about it was Kylie. She had always been about as stable as nitroglycerin, and her words had little impact. He had long since come to terms with his missing leg and the notion of being crippled. Before she had a chance to blow up on him for daring to speak, he looked up to the woman who was now standing next to him and offered a hand.
"- Like I just said, the name's Elliot. I don't think we've met."
You have 1.
Or I make Olivia cry.
Or I make Olivia cry.
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