[center][b]Bill Williams[/b]
Location: Main Street
Interacting with: [@Blitz][/center]
Nailing boards was a simple task, but it was one that Bill was well acquainted with. Usually he got paid for it, but with so many windows shattered before the storm, he felt bad trying to gouge people. Word would get around town, and there plenty of others putting in the work to help their neighbors. Now, this act of charity didn’t prevent him from handing out business flyers, or parking his work van in a prominent place for everyone to see. This time he felt the need to work extra hard since he had slept in and missed the initial surge of people helping, he didn’t have any early work scheduled today. He also made sure to tell property owners about how he could do a little more weatherproofing , just some caulk here or a few rubberized strips there, to really seal it and make sure it withstands in the wind and the rain. With luck he’d be able to line a few jobs for later in the day. 
	
He left flyers when he didn’t see the building owners around, just to let them know that he could help out. Right now he was placing one at the Yoon’s grocery shop, figuring that they might have some work for him.  Windows were not something he did by himself, but he knew people that could help out with them, and he could always try to see if there was some other repair job worth doing around. So many of the buildings around town center were old and after the timber and mining interests moved out many found it hard to scrounge up the money for renovations or new construction. The housing development was the exception to the rule, of course. 
	
Bill walked back to his van to get more nails for the next round. He looked around the street a little. He saw Brooks in the distance next to a streetlight having a talk with someone, but didn’t want to interrupt. With any luck they’d have time to catch up at happy hour together before the storm hit. While leaning up against his van Bill saw Jackson Pryce walking on the other side of the street, who was unfamiliar to him. He appreciated seeing the young man help out, but wondered if he knew something about what happened. Bill always said that they raised kids right in Verona, but you never know what people are doing in other places. He waved to Jackson and said “Hey, how’s it going? This mess’ll take a while to clean up.” Bill tried to act friendly like he knew Jackson, but he could not recall if they had ever met.