GONG!
Contrary to the yelling and screaming during the day, nothing could be heard inside the little building when the church bell rang. It's hard to keep a competitive attitude when you realize that the arguments are which of your neighbors and friend should die next.
As had happened the first day, white cards were handed out. Again, some decided not to accept the card. When the last person placed their vote on the table, it was Jetsquirrel that stepped forward to count the votes. Each time he saw his name come up, he cringed. By the time he was finished, however, he just stared at the table blankly. After realizing he wasn't going to speak, the others walked to the table. He had arranged the cards: sorted for easy reading:
Jetsquirrel[3]: Toonyman, Diakron, Pandarsenic,
Major Sephiroth[2]: Jetsquirrel, Twiggy
Jetsquirrel turned to speak, but chose to sign and shake his head instead. There was no fighting and no debate for the rest of the day.
Facts have an ugly habit of coming to light when it is too late to use them. It would not be until tomorrow that members of the community would remind the Townspeople that Jetsquirrel had left to his home in Europe during the firebombings. It was also well known that mafia group plaguing this town was bitterly anti-European.
Although a court would label such evidence as circumstantial, when combined with the feeling in your gut you had at the square it seems enough proof of what you've actually done.
It starts to get hard to hate someone, when you have as much innocent blood on your hands as them.
Jetsquirrel, Townie, has been lynched
Night roles, send me your choices.
The next day shall start on Thursday, 17th 11am EST or when I receive all choices.