[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; color: black; line-height: 22px;"]☁ hayley didn't tolerate a number of things. she didn't deal with people who chewed with their mouth open, anyone talking over her, and, as everyone would come to discover that fateful afternoon, anyone who touched her own. brendan was not only a young teenager, but one of her high positions, and a resident of the lodge. she wouldn't put up with this kind of bullshit, not from anyone, and especially not a badlander. in the all too recent talk she'd had with cat, they'd agreed she had the right to put anyone who made a move against a flintlocker on trial and punish him as they saw fit. and while brendan had provoked the man, prodded him with a stick, the crime and the punishment didn't align.
❝members of flintlock gather,❞ she shouted, tone sharp as a knife and holding an edge to it, dark eyes shifting about the room, ❝for our very first trial.❞ she'd say, stepping up onto the coffee table. in the door came various people from the scene, and fronting the group was jackson leading in a badlander, half shoving him along, visibly unhappy with the man. he'd bring him right over towards the coffee table, and make a slight shove to seat him on the ground, roughly but not enough to cause any real pain or injury.
❝this man here is a badlander, here to bring some gift to our group. normally, i'd be grateful for it. brendan arrived before i got the chance to, however, and i witnessed, from a distance, brendan poking the man with his staff.❞ she explained, doing her best to contain her anger, to stay calm. ❝i'll be the first to say it wasn't right, brendan shouldn't have done that. but brendan is also fourteen, and he poked this man. he didn't shove him, didn't stab him, but prodded him with it. and this grown man thought the proper response would be to swing at him. from there, brendan responded with a kick, and the man swung at him again. this was not two grown men fighting; as much as i trust and respect brendan, he's in the body of a teenage boy, still growing, and nothing about the fight was fair.
❝before anything else happened, jackson and i arrived. he complied at gun point, surrendered himself, and, to his credit, apologized with words. but, and this is just personal speculation, nothing about him seemed in any way apologetic. he, in fact, called brendan an arrogant little shit, and went on to say that he deserved what happened to him. because brendan poked him, he deserved to be beaten by a grown man.❞ her eyes shifted to brendan in that moment, and if the boy in any way looked like he wanted to comment, her eyes would tell him not to.
❝we currently have a truce with the badlands, and within that truce, it is stated that, should any badlander commit a crime towards a flintlocker, we have the right to force them to stand trial, and punish them as we see fit. jackson and i were eyewitnesses, brendan was the one assaulted, and whether or not he's the one who did it is undeniable. he has no ground to stand on for a defense, so i'm not going to waste anyone's time with it. at the end of the day, a man of his size attacking someone who isn't even fifteen yet is inexcusable.❞ her anger, the worst of it, had simmered out. she was pissed, but it was a quiet, easy sort of anger, and her gaze was full of disgust. ❝his sentence is three weeks in one of the cells in the basement. his meals will be limited to two a day, he will have a guard at all times, and no one during this time is to speak to him or acknowledge him unless there is a life threatening medical emergency. no time outside, no entertainment, just time for him to think about what he did to land himself in there, and the truce he jeopardized.❞
in and out, she breathed, glancing at the man on the ground before shifting her eyes back up to the ground, before pinpointing on jackson. ❝jackson, i want you to take a patrol down to the badlands to inform catalyst of the situation, and invite him to come speak to his soldier, and to see we haven't harmed him. brendan, step aside with me for a moment, i'd like to check on you.❞ she said, gaze landing on the boy, eyes telling him to just come with her.
jackson, dutiful as ever, turned to the group of people and cleared his throat. ❝any volunteers?❞
( this part takes place in private, and no one but brendan will participate until the next linebreak )
hayley moved into the hallway, out of the line of hearing of the crowd, as well as the line of sight. just as soon as he'd followed her into the privacy, hayley turned on her heels to face him, eyes meeting his. ❝okay brendan, listen to me,❞ she whispered, voice hardly audible, ❝he got two hits in and you got one. jackson held you back and... and it was the right decision in the moment. but you're angry at him, and i get it, and i'm not going to let you beat him bloody, i can't, but all i'm going to say is-❞
she paused, glanced around, and leaned in to him a little closer. ❝if you want to turn around right now, walk in there, and get your second hit in, no one will stop you. i'll have to scold you, tell you to tend to the chickens as a chore, but anyone with any sense of justice won't question it. you only get one more hit though, so make it count, and make that son of a bitch cry.❞
and with that, she'd stand up and walk right into the living room.
( from this point onward, everyone sees and knows what happens! )
hayley moved back into the living room and put a hand on the shoulder of two npc men near the back, nodding towards mike. ❝stephen, henry, i want you two to bring him down to the basement and put him in the smallest cell we have in there. henry, you're on first guard.❞ she instructed them, and they began to move through the crowd at a predictable speed, to where mike was, jackson pulling the man to his feet.
tl;dr
- brendan poked mike with his staff, the two fought, hayley stopped them and mike was apprehended. his trial was held, but it was open and shut, no jury or defense needed.
- he was sentenced to three weeks in the small prison set up in the basement, with two meals a day, no recreation or entertainment, and no one is allowed to speak to him or acknowledge him.
- jackson's taking a group to the badlands to inform cat, and anyone who wants their character to go is free to volunteer.
- hayley took brendan to the side and told him he gets an unofficial free hit, however they were in private and no one but brendan was privy to that information besides him.
❝members of flintlock gather,❞ she shouted, tone sharp as a knife and holding an edge to it, dark eyes shifting about the room, ❝for our very first trial.❞ she'd say, stepping up onto the coffee table. in the door came various people from the scene, and fronting the group was jackson leading in a badlander, half shoving him along, visibly unhappy with the man. he'd bring him right over towards the coffee table, and make a slight shove to seat him on the ground, roughly but not enough to cause any real pain or injury.
❝this man here is a badlander, here to bring some gift to our group. normally, i'd be grateful for it. brendan arrived before i got the chance to, however, and i witnessed, from a distance, brendan poking the man with his staff.❞ she explained, doing her best to contain her anger, to stay calm. ❝i'll be the first to say it wasn't right, brendan shouldn't have done that. but brendan is also fourteen, and he poked this man. he didn't shove him, didn't stab him, but prodded him with it. and this grown man thought the proper response would be to swing at him. from there, brendan responded with a kick, and the man swung at him again. this was not two grown men fighting; as much as i trust and respect brendan, he's in the body of a teenage boy, still growing, and nothing about the fight was fair.
❝before anything else happened, jackson and i arrived. he complied at gun point, surrendered himself, and, to his credit, apologized with words. but, and this is just personal speculation, nothing about him seemed in any way apologetic. he, in fact, called brendan an arrogant little shit, and went on to say that he deserved what happened to him. because brendan poked him, he deserved to be beaten by a grown man.❞ her eyes shifted to brendan in that moment, and if the boy in any way looked like he wanted to comment, her eyes would tell him not to.
❝we currently have a truce with the badlands, and within that truce, it is stated that, should any badlander commit a crime towards a flintlocker, we have the right to force them to stand trial, and punish them as we see fit. jackson and i were eyewitnesses, brendan was the one assaulted, and whether or not he's the one who did it is undeniable. he has no ground to stand on for a defense, so i'm not going to waste anyone's time with it. at the end of the day, a man of his size attacking someone who isn't even fifteen yet is inexcusable.❞ her anger, the worst of it, had simmered out. she was pissed, but it was a quiet, easy sort of anger, and her gaze was full of disgust. ❝his sentence is three weeks in one of the cells in the basement. his meals will be limited to two a day, he will have a guard at all times, and no one during this time is to speak to him or acknowledge him unless there is a life threatening medical emergency. no time outside, no entertainment, just time for him to think about what he did to land himself in there, and the truce he jeopardized.❞
in and out, she breathed, glancing at the man on the ground before shifting her eyes back up to the ground, before pinpointing on jackson. ❝jackson, i want you to take a patrol down to the badlands to inform catalyst of the situation, and invite him to come speak to his soldier, and to see we haven't harmed him. brendan, step aside with me for a moment, i'd like to check on you.❞ she said, gaze landing on the boy, eyes telling him to just come with her.
jackson, dutiful as ever, turned to the group of people and cleared his throat. ❝any volunteers?❞
( this part takes place in private, and no one but brendan will participate until the next linebreak )
hayley moved into the hallway, out of the line of hearing of the crowd, as well as the line of sight. just as soon as he'd followed her into the privacy, hayley turned on her heels to face him, eyes meeting his. ❝okay brendan, listen to me,❞ she whispered, voice hardly audible, ❝he got two hits in and you got one. jackson held you back and... and it was the right decision in the moment. but you're angry at him, and i get it, and i'm not going to let you beat him bloody, i can't, but all i'm going to say is-❞
she paused, glanced around, and leaned in to him a little closer. ❝if you want to turn around right now, walk in there, and get your second hit in, no one will stop you. i'll have to scold you, tell you to tend to the chickens as a chore, but anyone with any sense of justice won't question it. you only get one more hit though, so make it count, and make that son of a bitch cry.❞
and with that, she'd stand up and walk right into the living room.
( from this point onward, everyone sees and knows what happens! )
hayley moved back into the living room and put a hand on the shoulder of two npc men near the back, nodding towards mike. ❝stephen, henry, i want you two to bring him down to the basement and put him in the smallest cell we have in there. henry, you're on first guard.❞ she instructed them, and they began to move through the crowd at a predictable speed, to where mike was, jackson pulling the man to his feet.
tl;dr
- brendan poked mike with his staff, the two fought, hayley stopped them and mike was apprehended. his trial was held, but it was open and shut, no jury or defense needed.
- he was sentenced to three weeks in the small prison set up in the basement, with two meals a day, no recreation or entertainment, and no one is allowed to speak to him or acknowledge him.
- jackson's taking a group to the badlands to inform cat, and anyone who wants their character to go is free to volunteer.
- hayley took brendan to the side and told him he gets an unofficial free hit, however they were in private and no one but brendan was privy to that information besides him.
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