Laurie
JD hated what had happened. He didn't feel good about it. He knew what he did had to be done in the moment, he knew that they were in danger and that without the shot there was a chance that more people could have died but.. 

A person did die, and he did not feel good about it. He felt like a murderer, whether he was one or not. He felt like he had done something that neither God nor himself would ever forgive him for. His life seemed to be filled with moments like those, things he knew were wrong and yet had taken hol of him anyway. 

He had been avoding most people since then, the only other person he had really gone to see was Dallas. Dallas was different from most people, Dallas understood him but even with Dallas he wondered if deep down Dallas saw him as the murderer he was. He wondered if everyone did. He took in a deep breath as he sat, watchign the waterfall. 

He had brought his fishing gear in hopes that would make him feel better, feel something outside of the weighing feeling of gult but as of now he could not even bring himslf to lift the pole, to thread the line or to bait the hook. He didn't feel as if he deserved the relaxation, but until he did, until he could muster himself up to do it, he sat, and he watched the waterfall.
Hanh
Going back to business as usual was proving... Difficult. Emery couldn't keep their mind from slipping back to the Sheriff as they cut away through fat and bones, having to close the shop after only a few hours. They felt restless in the apartment and didn't want to be downstairs, which led them to picking up an old rod and heading out to where they heard the good finishing spot was. Perhaps they just should have taken a walk, left hunting for another day, but now they could at least tell themselves it was going towards work and not just a bad excuse to clear their mind. 

The cold did them good, untainted snow crunching under their boots as they made their way towards the sounds of cascading water. They saw someone near the shore edge, only able to tell who it was as they got closer and even still not able to tell if he was coming or going, standing stock still. 

"JD?" They called his name, still standing a few paces away, not trying to scare him. Lord knows everyone in town was on edge. 

They'd never properly met though Emery had seen him around town, during meetings at the Davis ruins, hearing his name when someone shouted to *"Leave its face"*. Emery couldn't imagine what he must be feeling. Almost everyone in town was calling him a hero for doing what he did but the man standing before them didn't look any type a proud. Not that Emery could say they'd do any different having been in his shoes. It was *Necessary*, yes, but that didn't mean what had happened was good. 

"You mind if I join you?" 

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Laurie
JD heard the footsteps approaching behind him, and he was quick to turn and look. When he heard is name it put him at ease a bit, that at the very least the thing approaching him was a human. That was all he really needed to know. He didn't really care much about who it was, as long as they didn't have snarling teeth. But he supposed anyone could now days. 

He looked over at the person who had approached and he arched a brow before nodding to the spot next to him. "Go right ahead." He said as he looked back out at the waterfall. He moved his fishing gear to the other side so that the other could find a spot easier, and took in a deep breath. 

"How're you doin'?" He asked, looking over at them. "Seems like everyone is havin' a little trouble these days.." He said, his voice in a tone similar to a mumble. "Not that I can blame em'.." He trailed off as he reached for his pole, and glanced out at the water again, still moving slowly as he tried his best to get what he came for started. 

He looked down at the pole and sighed, before looking out at the water. "Doubt I'll be catchin mucha anything in this weather, huh?"
Hanh
"Doin' as well as I can be." They answered with a smile, though their voice betrayed them. Rough from lack of sleep and unwillingness to take care of themselves. Their under eyes dark, almost puffy.

Emery was, decidedly, not a fisher. They had been a few times in their life mostly out of necessity, it always seeming like the type of activity they would *Like* To like rather than one they actually did. As such, they only remembered they needed bait when nearly out the door. So when they pulled out a hastily wrapped package of bits of chicken from their pocket they feigned a confidence they didn't have in front of JD who clearly looked more equipped for the sport. 

"Yeah," Emery chuckled, spearing some bait onto the hook, "Didn't think much about the weather when I headed out. But, never hurts to try, does it?"

There was a beat of silence before they were talking again, "I'm Emery, by the way. Aiken. Don't know if we've been introduced but I've seen you round. We're in those werewolf, uh, meetin's..." The word 'werewolf' felt vile now, wrong in their mouth and like it drew all the unseen eyes of the forest to them. 

"Nice to speak to you outside all... That." They smiled at JD, again, trying to tamp down their own worries. 

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Laurie
He shook his head, "Surely doesn't. I've caught in weather like this before, I'm sure I will again.." He said as he looked down at the water, but nothing was really biting yet. That was fine, he had time. He wasn't expected at the lumber yard today so this was really all he had to do. 

As the other spoke again to introduce themselves. "Nice ta' meet ya.. I'm JD.. Think you know that, I know you yeah.. From the.. Meetins'.." He said clearing his throat. "Terrible we even gotta have those things.." He said taking in a deep breath, and running a hand through his hair before he leaned forward to watch the water again. 

He nodded as the other continued, "Sure.. Ain't seem like there is much outside of all that now.. It's all I think bout.. Think most people feel the same." He said as he shrugged, "It's hard not to, huh?" He said letting out a deep breath. 

"I ain't know how this is going to end.. But I don't think it'll be well." He turned t look at the other, "You from Briar Ridge?"
Hanh
Emery listened as they balanced their pole against themselves, awkwardly grabbing the hook and spearing a small bit of the raw meat onto it. Their hand lingered when they did so, lost for a moment in the sickly shine of flesh before a flash of Sheriff Rowe came to mind, the morning sun shining across the blackened gore that could hardly be called a body. 

"Yeah... You ain't alone in that, sure been all I been able to think of. Think you'd have to be crazy not to." They took the fishing pole properly, pausing for a few seconds before casting the line out across the half frozen pool of water, almost surprised it didn't end up on a chunk of ice or in the branch of a tree. 

"Sure don't seem like it now..." Their voice was quiet, strained almost as they agreed, unwilling to speak into existence the thought of this town ending drenched in blood. 

"Naw, I'm from down in Chattanooga, spent most my life there 'fore wanderin' round for a while and windin' up here back in... I think it was 'round October?" Had it really only been a few short months? They could remember every full moon since their arrival and yet the time in between seemed to stretch and morph, their fondness for this strange town running deeper with every passing day. 

"Feels like I been here longer than that." They huffed a laugh, looking over to JD, "And yourself? You been here long?" 

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