Lisey Landon was leading Beverly Marsh to the small but surprisingly stocked clothing store around the corner from the restaurant and walking only slightly ahead of her, looking back at her to answer her question. "Grew up in Maine. Lived around Castle Rock." A small smile crossed her face. "And don't worry about money. I think in this case you should be okay with borrowing a few things to wear." None of them had really borrowed at that point -- they had all kept. "That's what we've all been doing here. There's a sheriff here and he said it was fine too. So you have nothing to worry about."
Pulling on the door to the store, Lisey squinted against the breeze and held it open for Beverly. She briefly wondered if they would be the only ones wandering the aisles of clothing today.
The screaming is becoming old quickly, but Beverly can't help it. She doesn't know what's going on, and as much as she can't stand him, her father not being able to see the blood splattered all over the bathroom is just...it didn't make sense.
She went out to get some towels in the linen closet. Even if he couldn't see the blood, she sure as hell could
Just before she grabs a towel, she found herself standing in a strange new place.
Beverly looked around, face and night-gown splotched with blood. Warily she called out, "H-Hello?"
[ Lisey had found the diner in town, which was fully stocked somehow, and was currently inside fiddling around with the stock, wondering what to make. ]
Now she also wondered where everyone else was. Now that there was food she figured someone would be there besides her. Of course, did they know how to cook? Would she end up cooking for everyone? She was used to cooking for herself. Well, herself and Scott... when he was...
No. No, she didn't want to think about that.
"Oooooo, french fries."
So I had a horribly shit dream last night. Anyone have any ideas or suggestions on how to get my mind off of it?
We have to stick together, you and me. We're the only girls in this place and its full of all these boys...
Trisha, I found a radio a little while ago and I was wondering you still needed one. It's kind of old and doesn't pick up much, but you might be able to find something you're looking for.
Scott, I know you're avoiding it. But we need to talk.
Since I seem to be the welcome club of one here, is there any possible way we can get a headcount and see what we have here? I mean, I know I haven't seen that many people -- but the better we can get to know each other, the sooner we'll be able to get used to this shit. :|
I...
I've been looking around this place... and... and...
For once, I have no words.
