Will Graham (killingthoughts) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-07-13 19:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, rogue, will graham |
WHO: Will & Rogue
WHEN: July 13th
WHERE: Trails
STATUS: In Progress
WARNINGS: TBD
Will had more than accepted his place at the hotel- a collection of the strange and unusual who may or may not be from a variety of universes or dimensions. He could not even think about it without sarcasm filling his mind, but then, he had seen some very unbelievable things amongst the guests and in the shadows of the hotel hallways. Feeling out of place was not an uncommon thing to him. Nowhere in his life had really felt like a place he belonged- except the better moments at Hannibal’s, before he entirely caught on that the man had been setting him up from the beginning. The naive moments were the surface appreciated moments, but it was hunter verse hunter that had hit his heart and mind. Will would never admit that. Walking Winston down the trail, the unique dog trotted just ahead of him as he lost himself in his thoughts. Not trying to think too much into the hows or whys of the hotel, he found the general calm- in between screaming alarms, the strange disappearance of clothing and a plate of fries on a nightstand- of the hotel to be something better suited to focus his idle mind on. Collecting feathers from the trails and fishing wire from the shed, he had begun making his own fishing lures. Picking up a feather from the ground, he placed it in his satchel as Winston further ahead having caught the scent of something or someone. |