Bill Denbrough (![]() ![]() @ 2021-11-06 00:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! halloween plot, !log, bill denbrough (george phillips), damien thorn (antichrist_ceo) |
Who: Georgie and Damien
When: Backdated to Halloween
Where: George's RV
What: Candy, conversation, and cuddles? Possibly more.
Warnings: TBD, though there will probably be mention of blood and death
In many ways George was luckier than most carnies. While he didn't have a house or the money to rent one, like Cleveland, he was afforded the luxury of an older RV that wasn't outfitted to hold numerous people. It had been a gift from the only parents he had ever known. George hadn't been born into this life and didn't really like to think about how he ended up in it but he did recognize the people who he worked and traveled with as family. Cleveland, especially, was family. The older, strange man had a special place in George's heart and he would do anything to keep him safe.
He had done just about anything to keep him safe.
At this point in his life, George was used to Cleveland's... eccentricities. The man didn't seem to know how to make friends or interact with people so he was a little strange. When he found someone he liked and wanted to be friends with he often brought them back home and kept them in his basement. They rarely left it alive and George had grown used to blood and dead bodies. He was used to finding a nice spot in the woods in which to let these friends rest. While anyone else would've attempted to call the police (and, maybe, George should've) the last thing he wanted was to see Cleveland hurt or locked away.
Considering what he was used to it would take a lot to scare George these days but he was scared. He was worried. He knew the strange clown lurking around the carnival and the town was Cleveland the moment he set his eyes on him. George couldn't say how he knew with such certainty, it was just a feeling. He knew the clown was Cleveland and had watched in silent horror as the clown bit into and ate one of the children attending the carnival. It had shaken him to the core but, as always, George told no one. He ran, he hid, he pretended like everything was okay, and he went back to work and only advised people that Cleveland was not himself. It wasn't really a lie but it was far from the truth.
Things hadn't changed. Cleveland still wasn't himself, George was still scared, but they still needed to keep the carnival going, the attractions going. Cleveland would've wanted that. George didn't attend the party he'd heard someone was throwing and had stuck around the fair grounds to close up. Now he was back in his RV and waiting for Damien who had attended the party to come over so he could lock that up for the night, too.