A Visit Who: Lennon and Felix (and the bunny) When: around 3:30PM and onward Where: the mill Warnings: innuendo and sex talk
Lennon took off from the lodge at almost three with Sharpies, his flashlight and a huge handful of spinach, of all things. The spinach and pens were tucked into the front pocket of his hoodie so he could have one free hand as he carried the flashlight. He was glad it was extra bright, because he needed it almost right away. Like, what the hell? He was immediately put in mind of Stephen King's story about monsters in the fog. Super creepy, but the people in charge of this shit couldn't recreate that kind of thing, right? Fuck, maybe they could.
He continued on through the woods toward the mill anyway, because he was in need of something to get him out of his own head. As soon as his high had worn off the day before he'd started feeling like crap, obsessively thinking about how his three best friends here had all had sex, together, and how he as usual had nothing going for him. It was dumb, people had a right to do what (and who) they wanted, but logic didn't help with the kinds of emotions he was feeling right then. He'd been very quiet since, and he just hadn't had it in him to talk to Chase when he messaged the night before. He needed to, but he wasn't there yet, and a lot of it was that he'd have no idea what to say. So when seeking some sort of distraction he'd thought of Felix and the proposed mural. It would involve getting himself over to the mill in heavy fog, but why the hell not? Not like he had anything else to do, and it could be fun. Resetting his brain would be a good thing right now.
It took longer than he'd thought it would to walk a half mile. The fog was dense, and although the flashlight was helpful and he wouldn't have wanted to try this without it, he still got turned around a couple of times. It was creepy too, and he kept thinking he heard sticks and leaves crunching under someone's feet back behind him. No matter how often he turned around, he never saw a thing. Probably his imagination. He'd probably seen a horror movie or two with this exact scenario.
Finally he heard water running and a whooshing, splashy sound that was probably the water wheel. Lennon picked his way along the bank toward the door. "Yo!" he called, waving the flashlight around and hoping the beam of light would penetrate the grey darkness. "Am I goin' the right way?" Felix had said he'd be around but maybe he'd gone to do something else since it had taken so long.