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Bill Denbrough ([info]bill_denbrough) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
@ 2019-11-10 19:02:00
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Who? Everyone who's fighting
Where? Derry
When? November 10.
What? Fighting the clown.
Rating: Fights, horrible clown bullshit, etc



Bill had known the instant he'd stepped through into the library. The town felt different, somehow. The streets were empty - no customers in the shops, hardly any cars driving through town, no children in the playground or out in the streets, nothing. Everything felt like it was holding its breath, like the entire town was waiting.

Bill spent five minutes walking around close to the library and then headed back to the station. Richie was the first of the Losers that he found, so Richie was the one who was dragged through the door. Richie was the one who confirmed that Bill's feelings were correct. They went back to the station again, and Bill was instantly all business. He sent out a text message letting everyone know today was the day, and then he told himself not to panic. He'd spent years building up to this day, and now it was here. This was so far from the best time to start having second thoughts.

He trusted everyone else to be ready. He had his knives, he had his skills, and he had his training. He had Eddie and Richie. He had the old man and his mom and dad, his sister, his cousin, his grandma and his gran and his uncle, his family and friends, the people he'd grown up with. This was going to work, he told himself, and waited to meet everyone outside the Doors room.

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OoC: Like in the OoC post, I'm just going to put up empty placeholder bits for each group so that we can just get down to the fighting.


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