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Will can be found on his porch, painting different signs.

His onions hit the market Monday, but he's worried. A Nationwide boycott. He's hoping to counter act the bad publicity of the boycott with some good publicity. Hell, he's even snagged a bit of Times Square

He can only pray this works.

[ooc Note, he's NOT selling them yet. Just trying to ( Read more... )

Will sits in a rocking chair on his porch. He's settled neatly in the shade of a dogwood tree. Personally he likes the wisteria winding through the branches of white flowers. The purple and white together make him think of Easter.

He covered his mouth as he coughed, before wiping his nose. Great... smoke inhalation AND hay fever. Always a fun ( Read more... )

Will eye's a small mount of dirt from his porch. He sighs glancing down at the bag of grits in his hand. He'd wanted to eat these for breakfast, but he supposes killing off the ants before they spread is more important, especially after recent news. There are at least 5 beds clearly visible in his yard (though if he'd mowed, more might have ( Read more... )

Will's out in the yard gathering some flowers in a vase. They are a gift for Sven, a bit late, but he wanted to give Sven a bit of spring for the month anniversary of Sven taking him back. He's only got a tank top and jeans on right now, thanks to the steadily increasing temperatures back home.

He's got a few newspapers, sticking out of his ( Read more... )

Will looks positively ill. No really. He might actually be sick. All thanks to Representative Bobby Franklin. While he may know deep down that this bill will NEVER pass ( Read more... )

Yesterday, 150 years ago, marked an important day for Will. Yesterday 150 years ago, he abandoned the Union, turned his back on many of those he'd previously called brother or sister.
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I never said it was a good day.

Shame upon shame, huh?Will himself isn't even really sure why he defaced her body, but he did. There's nothing he can do to ( Read more... )

After hearing gunshots, Will’s first course of action was to find his gun. Shotgun in hand, he ran out the door, not even bothering to close it behind him. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but those shots were too damned close to be a hunter. He sees a body in the distance and kicks into a sprint.

Blonde hair…

no.

It can’t be Sven.

He denies it ( Read more... )

Will's popped back into the HQ space... not that he's aware of it, but he has. He's managed to appear at the capital building, sitting at one of the chairs surrounding a rather grand table. He doesn't seem to have noticed any change in his surroundings though. The snow storm wracked hell on his health, and he's still suffering from head cold. He's ( Read more... )

After spending the night in Chris's chair, Will is beyond happy to find his apartment.

The simplicity pleases him as he makes his way through it, but exploration and house warming can wait. He heads for his bed and collapses into it. It doesn't take long for him to drift into a light sleep, stretched out over the top of the bed ( Read more... )