Bill Denbrough (bill_denbrough) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-04-02 22:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | bill denbrough, katherine lokadóttir |
Who: Bill and Kat
Where: Park, Wheel 1
What: Memories :(
When: After this, 27th March
Rating: sad (and a bit grim because of how Georgie died)
Open: To other people in their family?
Bill huddled up at the bottom of a tree, wiped the odd tear from his face and watched Georgie. His little brother was wearing his bright yellow slicker and running down the street away from him, chasing a little paper boat (the S.S. Georgie!) through the rivers of rainwater. He ran as far away as three houses down, and then instantly came back to a few meters in front of him and started running all over again. An endless loop of Georgie running towards that bastard in the storm drain. Running towards his death.
This was all very weird, since he wasn't at home to see all the neighboring houses, it wasn't raining in the park, and his dead little brother was not on the station. But it hadn't stopped him from seeing this for the past ten minutes. And it hadn't changed the fact that he'd seen Eddie and Mike, Richie and Bev, Stan and Ben, all of them, playing in their club-house yesterday. Bev and Richie were smoking while Richie was trying to get his radio to work. Ben was explaining how to make a bird house for Stan that might be squirrel-proof, and Eddie and Mike were reading comic books. He remembered that day, he'd been late because of speech therapy, and when he'd landed down in the Barrens, they'd all been there waiting for him. Fuck, but he missed them.
He'd also seen that bastard, Pennywise, prancing round in the park as well. That didn't make him sad, though. That made him angry. Far angrier than he really knew how to deal with. Angry like how he knew Mr Torrance could get, or Dan or even Abra - he knew their tempers were like explosions, violent terrible things that they all usually managed to control - and Bill knew his anger was usually nothing like that. He'd intended to get Loki to come and see it, but the clown had faded away before Bill could get his phone out of his jeans pocket.
Now, though, the memory was strong and he couldn't look away. It was Georgie. How could he?