Bill Denbrough (denbrough_bill) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-10-12 23:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, beverly marsh, bill denbrough |
Who: Bill Denbrough, Open
Where: ??? in the land of Candy
When: Evening, October 12th
What: Bill is an idiot lost
Status: Open, Ongoing
Warnings: TBD
Going for a long walk had seemed like a good idea just after lunchtime. He'd left the hotel and spoken to Dan, who seemed to have taken to sitting on the hotel steps and reading a lot, and they'd chatted for a moment. Then Bill had told him he was off out for a walk, Dan had warned him to be careful and remember the paths he took, and Bill had laughed as he'd walked down the hill away from the hotel.
It had been a good walk for the most part. Bill had long thought that as a writer, he should try and experience all kinds of different things in case they should ever come up in something he wrote. Granted, he'd never locked himself in an attic for an extended length of time to try and make himself go crazy, or.. well, he was going to go with "never been attacked by giant insects", but there was the meal at the Jade of the Orient with the fortune cookies and... yeah, no. But if he was ever to write anything about a world made out of candy, at least now he'd know what it was really like, right? Sights, sounds, how things felt, and the damn smells, holy shit. And then things had gotten a little bit hazy. Not lots, just enough that he couldn't remember the paths he took.
So he'd kept walking. And walking. And now it was starting to get dark, and, well. Shit.