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[center][h2][color=#406f40]Joel Shcroeder[/color] [/h2] [/center]
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Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Himself
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Having failed to make contact with the young reporter, he turned and moved back towards his seat. Glancing upwards, he saw the sun moving slowly towards the horizon, soft hues of pink and orange beginning to reflect off the atmosphere, creating a bouquet of gentle colors in the evening sky. His pipe, still in his mouth, was slowly trickling a smell of warm spices and subtle wisps of smoke, which caught the malevolent attention of several other passersby, many a quizzical look was directed towards him, none of which showed any immediate aggression, but more so curiosity. He moved his hands behind his back, holding them together lazily as he continued walking, nodding at the occasional eye-contact of others in his proximity. His eyes turned to the stage, and the hurried movement behind the podium alerted him that the meeting was soon to start.

Reaching his seat, he sat down, resting his ankle on his knee again and resting his hands in his lap, occasionally lifting one to his pipe to tamper down the slowly forming ash with his thumb. After a few minutes of patient waiting, he watched as two gentlemen approached the podium and microphone, one clad in a uniform designating himself as the sheriff, and the other in dress-casual attire, likely to be explained as relevant shortly.

As the two men talked, he watched them closely, observing the Anxiety in the sheriff, and the contrasting display of serenity from the man identified as Reverend Adder. Unsurprised of the religious influence in the town, he listened to them carefully, less than astonished at the observably vague manner of speech they both toted. A keen observer would easily be able to see that despite their standings on the social hierarchy, both men had little idea of what was going on in the world around them, and wished to avoid a direct classification. Understandably, given the circumstances, it was unlikely that either man would state directly that they believed this to be the coming of the end-times, as that would result only in an encouragement to the pre-existing state of hysteria and confusion.

As the Sheriff concluded, and asked for questions from the crowd, he saw a young man move towards the front and flamboyantly asked a question regarding the "supernatural" influences of the last few days. Shaking his head disapprovingly, he looked down to his lap, appalled by the young man's stupidity and selfishness. He had absolutely no regard to the drastic impact a question of that nature would have on the already terrified masses, and was clearly only asking to be spiteful and creating a further degrading environment of hostility and general discomfort. 

Turning his attention to the Sheriff, he waited for a response that would hopefully de-escalate the environment surrounding and focusing on him.