Will Graham (killingthoughts) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-05-10 15:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, tandy bowen, will graham |
WHO: Will Graham and Tandy
WHEN: 5/7 After This
WHERE: Lobby -> Docks
STATUS: In Progress
WARNINGS: TBD
The distraction of fishing, whether imaginary or not, had become the easiest thing to take his mind out of the problems of how his mind worked. Tucking away, knee-deep in a river, with a fly fishing rod and sometimes even Abigail by his side. It was the only peace he needed. Will was of two minds as to whether the hotel was real or not and while investigating and questioning his surroundings- as it seemed very few others actually did- he had gone against his better judgement and decided to let someone from the network show him where fishing equipment was stored. Socialization could be exhausting, yet he had had drinks with Zemo fairly easily. Maybe that was because the man had an air about him that reminded him of the dozens of intelligent killers he had stepped into the mind of. Will would not let himself be blindsided again. Waiting in the lobby for Tandy, he brushed his fingers through his mess of brunette curls. He had stopped getting his haircut so short over the last year, not having time to focus on such grooming when he had plans to see to the end. A shadow of a beard darkened his chin, but he had managed to shave the day before which was an accomplishment really. He wasn’t entirely sure if the image of the girl would be what he was met with. Or maybe, as this was a hallucination, it would be Abigail again coming down the stairs or out of the elevator. Will shifted uncomfortably. |