Day One/Tuesday PM – Awaiting an Answer
Most of the citizens have retired to their homes, some attempt to continue their daily errands but to no avail, a number of shops in the town are open but are mostly vacant. Of those that have departed the grizzly scene from this morning a crowd of them have made their way to 6 Sides, the local bar, and are quietly consuming their drinks and discussing today’s events in hushed tones, no one wants to be the one to speak too loudly of the likely injuries dealt to the first responders.
For the first few hours following the crash, sirens echoed back-and-forth across the city of Kenmare, but now the streets are mostly silent, the skyline to the south-east glows and flickers from the flames that have proved themselves difficult, at best, to extinguish and while the wind is still, the tang of melted plastics and scorched metals permeate the air.
Missy Trenton, one of the bartenders and part-time substitute teacher used the phone earlier, for those that noticed, and whenever her sister, Brenda, arrives she looks grateful for the support. A few of the local farmers have been near the back getting full use out of the three dartboards that line the wall and Missy warns Brenda that they’ve been getting more and more animated as the hours tick by...
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Willy wanders in not long after he gets off of work. Daylight and drinking go well in his mind, and he doesn't have to be back at the station till 5 the next morning to open. He sits down at the bar and orders a beer.
Henry's been hanging out for a while, and decides to pass the time by joining the game of darts. "Need another player?"
For quite some time now, Nate has been looking out the window, hoping for a sign that the police have finished their investigation, or at least declared the site safe so that he can look for answers himself. He tenses slightly, resisting the urge to let his curiousty get the best of him, and orders a beer to try to get his mind off things.
Henry's been hanging out for a while, and decides to pass the time by joining the game of darts. "Need another player?"
As he approaches and makes his offer, a few heated words are shared by the younger farmhands, “… how are we gunna seed our fields with this crap goin’ down!” One of the old-timers looks overly tired, and explains that he just barely made it past the wreck this morning, but a few of the men look interested in Harry’s interest and mark his name on one of the chalkboards. A few tall tables are lined up against the back wall, surrounded by a clump of chairs, the young farmhand storms to one of them, grabs a handful of beer nuts and washes them down with a swig of beer from one of the mugs.
For quite some time now, Nate has been looking out the window, hoping for a sign that the police have finished their investigation, or at least declared the site safe so that he can look for answers himself. He tenses slightly, resisting the urge to let his curiosity get the best of him, and orders a beer to try to get his mind off things.
As Nate settles down to settle his nerves he hears the door open and Willy, one of the gas-jockeys, comes in and after quickly surveying the room grabs a stool at the bar and asks Missy for a cold one. A few minutes later, some of the local EMTs walk in and shuffle over to one of the last tables in the bar, a good number of the people there recognize them and while no one makes a move to intercept them the conversations quiet noticeably.
Willy wanders in not long after he gets off of work… He sits down at the bar and orders a beer.
Missy quickly shuffles over to Willy, she smiles at him, takes his order, and hands him a cold bottle of beer. “Sorry, we weren’t expecting much of a crowd on a Tuesday, is there something else I can get cha, you know, between runs to the back storeroom?” As he’s about to answer, a group of four men and women wander in from the street, they are dressed in the local ambulance company’s uniform and look exhausted, they sheepishly look for a table and shuffle over to the corner and quietly begin talking amongst themselves.
Already at the bar for a few hours since she first made her way over after the crash, she realizes she is still a bit tired. She sighs after Missy calls her attention to the regular farmers drink more and more. "It might be a good idea to encourage less drinking"
Henry stats half-heartedly throwing darts at the board. "So, any thoughts about this morning's...incident?"
"Nah, just the beer'll be fine." Willy gets up from the bar and sits down in ear-shot of the EMTs, trying to hear any real information about the day.
OOC: sorry for the delay, something should be posted shortly.
ooc: And the games all die...
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