Benjamin Lawrence | Freddy Krueger (cometofreddy) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-07-27 21:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | benjamin lawrence, joyce middleton |
Who: Ben Lawrence and Joyce Middleton
What: Plotting and planning.
Where: The boiler room of the dream world.
When: Monday night.
Warnings: Talk of murder.
When Joyce first came to Ben about this problem, there were so many issues with what she wanted done. No, none with the fact that she wanted to kill her husband. Ben was fully on board with that plan, ever since he met that little dick weasel. But Joyce was in love back then, and as everyone knew, you couldn't change Joyce's mind, no matter what. Even if her soon to be husband was a dick weasel. So no, Ben was very much okay with the idea of murdering her husband and getting away with it.
It was just the way that it had to be done. They couldn't just have him drop dead from something, not when people saw him every day at work. Though Ben was also all in favor of a heart attack. Whatever got the dick weasel out of his family, and away from his sister. His amazing, wonderful older sister, who didn't deserve the things that she shouldered from that man. Okay, all right, he'd stop soap-boxing in his head. Which was a good thing, because right now his head needed to be the clearest place it possibly could.
Very difficult sometimes, and yet also the best place to be. There weren't any listening devices that could be planting in Krueger's dream world. No one could tap into what was going on there, or, at least, he was pretty sure there wasn't a way to do that. No one had ever really tested it. The only tests he had were the ones he conducted himself. Which was why, whenever there were important things within the family that needed to be talked about, he brought them here.
The boiler room wasn't cheery looking. It was all rusted, with a fire going on in it. When he was there, the fire was blazing, and when he wasn't, it was out. Right now, it was on, and he was sitting at a table he'd set up, sitting with his sister. And a wall of granola bars and alcohol, if they wanted it. See, the place could be a little nice, beyond just being a torture chamber.