Roman cringed, his shoulders sank low when the sheriff told him to shut up. The kid did have the tendency to ramble. He was still learning how to behave in most situations. Unlike everyone else in the room, he was probably the most immature. Roman tugged on the collar of his shirt nervously. He didn't feel as though the woman should be receiving such treatment. Roman only had negative scenarios planned out in his mind.
In one second, she will lunge and sink her teeth into Nunchuck's neck. Boom! Pallet town is horribly fucked. Roman crossed his arms and kept staring at the exchange. He watched Nunchuks return to his feet and put two fingers to his head.
"That's a weird salute. I wonder what he means OHMYGOD!" Roman's arms broke out and hanged next to his hips.
The boy couldn't fathom what had happened. Everything occurred so quickly. He witnessed a soldier plant a bullet in the back of the woman's head-- execution style. His hands reached his face, he could feel goosebumps start to appear all over his body. He lifted his head up and stared at the ceiling.
"I can't look or I'm probably going to throw up. I can't look, nuh-uh." Curiosity got the best of him and he peeked at the floorboard. He could see the woman's head opened up, exposing a large portion of her brain. Blood trickled from the wound. Roman held his hand over his mouth; he gagged for a while trying to control his reflexes. His body flung back and forth as his gagging continued. With some determination, Roman helped himself to calm down and not puke.
Roman settled down and took a few breaths. He listened to the sheriff elaborate more on the situation. The guy could definitely talk. Though having a logical reasoning, the guy still came off as an asshole. Roman blamed it on his young age given he must hate those with an authoritative figure.
"Scooby-Doo gang? I mean, I guess? I just--Wow, this is not what I woke up expecting." The boy admitted.
He thought more promptly about the situation. It was horrible to think that he along with the three others were prime suspects in a murder. If that was true, what would happen if they did not find the actual murderers or murderer? Would they be executed the same like the waitress on the floorboard? Roman sighed,
"If we manage to do this, can we leave the town whenever we want?" Roman held onto his mouth, he wasn't sure what came over to him to start negotiating. He did not like staying inside the walls at all times. Even then, the news about The End certainly kept him in high hopes. Roman piped down and looked at everyone else's reactions. The spider-woman sent shivers down Roman's spine; her question regarding the possible death of the murder really put Roman on the edge. She probably did not seem like hugging type of girl.
Roman then saw the two other individuals speak. The normal-looking girl spoke first. She mentioned her name as this was her first day in Pallet Town.
"Wow, this must be a horrible first day for you. So why do they call you Honey? Is it because your ass is so sweet?" Roman's eyes opened wide when he suddenly heard what he said out loud. Clapping his hands together, he apologized quickly.
"Sorry, sorry. Anyone-next? Jonathan-already-went, I-met-him-before. Crazy-guy. So-I-guess-I-will-go. My-name-is-Roman-Martin-Presley. I'm kind-of-a-huge-deal. Nice-to-meet-you-all. I-also-call-dibs-on-being-Fred." ROman spoke quickly and resumed his rambling. This was his poor piss attempt at trying to cover up his last remark concerning Honey's physical features.
"Boy, you are the definition of featherweight," the sheriff growled. It was difficult to say where he was at with the young kid. He watched as the boy squirmed and gagged once his eyes met the woman's warm corpse. Nunchucks couldn't tell if the kid was amusing or just annoying. Jerking his head over to the spider-woman, he appreciated her response. Though he thought she almost seemed disgusted by the nature of the execution, Nunchucks heard her spoke.
She asked if killing the culprit was acceptable. Nunchucks released a soft chuckle. "Miss Spider, I don't care if you cut them up, put them between two slices of stale bread, marinated with mustard, and feed them to a rabid zombie. I just want them gone." His hands folded together to demonstrate a sandwich. He then held out his hands out. "But might I say, you have some serious bowling-size female balls. Probably more than some of these men that work for me." The sheriff laid out a compliment followed by some awkward coughing from the soldiers. They did not know who he was referring to; they immediately stood up with their backs straight and chests out.
The one wearing a mask did not move a muscle. There was no flinch in his arms or legs. Nunchucks could not even see the man's facial features because of the damn helmet. When the masked man spoke, a robotic voice emanated. The sheriff wanted to believe that beneath the mask and under the generated voice, that the man was freaking out. Maybe his face was wrinkled up and his voice started cracking? This was not the case though. Nunchucks knew that this man had probably seen some shit.
Afterwards, all of the party members began introducing themselves. Nunchucks leaned back once the greetings began; he could not help trying to doubt them. First, the new girl spoke followed by the calm-collected individual sporting the mask. Then the boy spoke. He definitely put both feet way down his throat. First was verbal harassment that resulted in only more rambling. Nunchucks then made his decision. This kid was in fact annoying. "Kid, what the hell is wrong with you? Where is your mother?"
"My-mother-is-dead."
"Alright, guys. I'm going to make my leave. I have other things to attend," he walked backwards to the door. "Go ahead and keep catching up. You guys have about 3 days to find the culprit." He turned around and pushed the door with his right hand. A little crack opened. "By the way, before I forget, I ignored you the first time, but it's a deal. If you guys can find me the murderer, I will let you guys leave and enter whenever." He grinned and answered Roman's question.
He nodded at the soldier who brought Olvia inside for the body. "Nice to have you working." He smiled at the woman. "Whenever you're done, maybe I have some more work for you." He mentioned.
As he walked outside, he was bombarded by several of the townsfolk. He calmed them down, explaining himself and what occurred before. Nunchucks thought about the party. He still considered them suspects. "That spider-chick and Jonathan seem way too comfortable with murder. Even the spider-chick suggested killing the culprit. Meanwhile, the kid said he met Jonathan before. So they aren't all strangers."
