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12 - Milkfield
[They never drank the milk; they hardly ever took it inside, Holland making sure to put the bottles into the trash bin unopened so Canada and Hilda wouldn't have to deal with it. There was something satisfying about the crash the glass made as it shattered. This morning was no different, save for the ugly postcard that went into the trash bin right along with the bottle of milk.
Netherlands was always a willful and stubborn nation; the droning doesn't take effect until he's at work at the pharmacy.]
[A] The Pharmacy [Open; especially to coworkers]
[Holland was exactly the kind of person - er, nation - you'd want working in a pharmacy. The attention to detail and the careful organization made him a great employee who was really useful and rarely made mistakes.
But shooting the drone woman who'd pestered him about filling her order too slowly was probably a mistake. The hand-gun was the one he'd kept on him since the murder competition; he'd taken it right out of the holster he kept at the small of his back, held it over the counter and pulled the trigger. ]
I'll be damned!
[He gives a short chuckle, shaking his head and smiling sheepishly as if he'd only just done something minorly careless and not actually lodged a bullet between the woman's eyes.]
It's a perfect day to spend at home with the wife and kids, right? I won't be back until tomorrow.
[And he's closing up his counter, about to head out the door with an easy smile.]
[B] Walking Home [Open]
[Target practice! Approaching him constitutes a very serious risk to your character; be advised.]
[C] 1447 Mitchell Rd. [Residents and neighbors]
[Nothing was better than walking in the front door of his own home. Where was Maggie, and where were the children? They'd be glad to see him home early; maybe they could even take a trip to the park or the pool!]
Maggie? Maggie, are you home?
[If him calling Canada Maggie wasn't hint enough that he's been droned, the cheerful tone and effortless smile on his face are. His shirt is covered with frightening streaks of blood.]
Netherlands was always a willful and stubborn nation; the droning doesn't take effect until he's at work at the pharmacy.]
[A] The Pharmacy [Open; especially to coworkers]
[Holland was exactly the kind of person - er, nation - you'd want working in a pharmacy. The attention to detail and the careful organization made him a great employee who was really useful and rarely made mistakes.
But shooting the drone woman who'd pestered him about filling her order too slowly was probably a mistake. The hand-gun was the one he'd kept on him since the murder competition; he'd taken it right out of the holster he kept at the small of his back, held it over the counter and pulled the trigger. ]
I'll be damned!
[He gives a short chuckle, shaking his head and smiling sheepishly as if he'd only just done something minorly careless and not actually lodged a bullet between the woman's eyes.]
It's a perfect day to spend at home with the wife and kids, right? I won't be back until tomorrow.
[And he's closing up his counter, about to head out the door with an easy smile.]
[B] Walking Home [Open]
[Target practice! Approaching him constitutes a very serious risk to your character; be advised.]
[C] 1447 Mitchell Rd. [Residents and neighbors]
[Nothing was better than walking in the front door of his own home. Where was Maggie, and where were the children? They'd be glad to see him home early; maybe they could even take a trip to the park or the pool!]
Maggie? Maggie, are you home?
[If him calling Canada Maggie wasn't hint enough that he's been droned, the cheerful tone and effortless smile on his face are. His shirt is covered with frightening streaks of blood.]