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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?"


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Nov. 9th, 2009 04:08 pm (UTC)
At the sound of the voice, Thad Beaumont turned his head slightly, dropping his papers onto the bar and standing up from the stool once he caught sight of the blood that stood out on the girl.

"Whoa there." His eyes widened as he tried to blink away the muted shock on his face. "...hi."

He figured the first order of business should be the obvious question. "Are you alright?"
Nov. 10th, 2009 01:15 am (UTC)
Beverly took a step back, gauging how she should handle this. He didn't look threatening, but it was impossible to shake off the fear and shock she was feeling.

"I'll be alright unless you're not real or plan to explode into a bloody mess," she said slowly, her voice shaking. She looked down, afraid to admit that he even if he wasn't real, he might shift into some terrifying figment of her imagination that really was all too real. Gripping at her night gown, she remembered the splotches of blood that were everywhere and shuddered at what might happen next.
Nov. 10th, 2009 01:46 am (UTC)
Thad tilted his head and slowly put his hands out in front of him. "Well, I'm real and I don't plan to... explode. So there's that." His right hand moved from the air in front of him to his chest. "I'm Thad."

He didn't want to move much for fear of frightening the girl. So Thad just stood there beside the stool and waited, head tilted and arms in front of him.
Nov. 10th, 2009 02:03 am (UTC)
The air of absolute fright that had been present in the bathroom of her home, and in so many other parts of Derry, was slowly starting to fade. She let her hands fall back to her sides as her head shifted back up to look at him intently. She had to quickly analyze whether she thought he was safe.

"I believe you," she decided after a minute of silence, heart sinking for just a moment when she realized that there was at least a fraction of a chance that she might be wrong. Then what would she do? Run, probably: but to where? "I'm Beverly. Where are we?" It didn't cross her mind that it was odd that she'd ask such a thing when she still looked like she'd been in a slaughter-house with a raving maniac.
Nov. 10th, 2009 05:26 am (UTC)
Thad had a feeling that question was coming. The question that none of them had really been able to answer yet. "We're not quite sure." Oh wait, that probably made him look crazy since he was the only other one there in the room. Best to explain yourself, Beaumont.

"There's other people besides us. People who just kind of showed up like you did... like I did too." He shrugged. "I mean, it seems like an okay little town here, I guess. But we're not exactly sure where it seems to be. No one has really been able to leave it."

His eyes shifted back to the blood on her nightgown and he figured he would ask his original question again just in case that was blood from an injury she might have. "Are you okay, Beverly?"
Nov. 10th, 2009 05:46 am (UTC)
Beverly's head tilted to the side slowly as he explained. "That's not the craziest thing I've ever heard," she started with a weak smile. "Any town is probably better than where I came from anyway." How vague and mysterious, though Derry in itself was both of those things.

"How many people are here?" It would amazing if one of her male friends was there too.

"I'm not hurt," she continued, realizing again how insane the blood must have looked. "The blood came up from the drain in my bathroom." With a little shrug, she determined it was perfectly okay to say that to Thad. If they were in some strange little town, and had just shown up there by no explainable means, then surely he couldn't discount her altogether.
Nov. 10th, 2009 06:04 am (UTC)
"I'd say around fifteen." He paused, his eyes raising as if he was scanning his mind for anyone he missed. "That I've met anyway."

What she had said actually sounded pretty normal to him. After the things he had been through and some of the stories he had heard from a few of the others, Thad felt himself smile weakly. "Well, you sound like you'll fit right in here good then."

Motioning to the bar he had been seated at, he waved his hand at the counter and the stools in front of it. Lisey wasn't back there like she sometimes was, helping with the food and drinks... and neither was Scott who was usually helping with just drinks, but Thad figured he could manage to get her something if she needed it. "Do you want a glass of water or something?" A change of clothes would probably be good for her too, but he wasn't really sure where to get one for her. He'd have to wait for Lisey or Trisha for that.
Nov. 10th, 2009 06:19 am (UTC)
"Sure, water would be nice." Beverly's eyes scanned the room quickly, looking for whatever sink or faucet he might get said water from. Call her paranoid, but now really wasn't the time to be around any sort of plumbing.

"You don't happen to have some paper towels or an old rag or something, do you?" Her face turned sheepish at asking, but the blood wasn't going to just fade away on its own.

Beverly sat down on one of the stools. "Does anything strange ever happen in this small town? Other than people randomly showing up." She figured there was no reason at all to avoid such a question.
Nov. 12th, 2009 12:15 am (UTC)
Thad rounded the bar as the girl spoke, reaching for a glass from behind the counter and grabbing the little nozzle the bartenders always used. He positioned it over the glass and pressed the water button, feeling almost cool. Thad, when he was younger, always thought bartenders looked so nifty. Shaking his head at his childish thought, he slid the glass across the counter to Beverly and wiped his hands on a dishcloth that sat on the counter.

"Strange?" He thought for a moment. "Not besides the people showing up. Not yet anyways." He knew that sounded a bit ominous, but he felt it had to be said.

Outside of the windows ahead of him, he caught sight of a person approaching the establishment who could probably help Beverly with the blood splotches better than he could. "As for getting clean... she can probably help with that." He casually motioned towards the door.
Nov. 12th, 2009 12:22 am (UTC)
"Hey Thad." Lisey waited for the door to fall shut behind her then turned her head towards the bar. "I thought I'd find you--"

That's when she saw the girl seated at the counter, her nightgown covered in blood. The sight shouldn't have surprised Lisey. She had seen things of the sort before. She had felt exactly like that girl probably did at points in her life.

"Oh... hi there." Moving up to the bar, Lisey set her bag on the counter and moved her gaze from Thad to the girl. "I'm Lisey." With a swallow of dry air, she eyed the blood warily, worried for the girl. "I take it you just got here..."
Nov. 13th, 2009 05:46 am (UTC)
Beverly tried her best to smile when Lisey focused on her, inwardly cringing at how bared she felt now that there was someone else, someone new, who could see the blood all over her. A large part of her was grateful that they could actually see it, unlike her father.

"Hi, Lisey. I'm Beverly," she said weakly, not entirely sure what else to say to the woman. Beverly wasn't used to being around women when she was under serious circumstances herself. She generally took care of herself.

"I did," she added, with a small nod.
Nov. 16th, 2009 03:50 am (UTC)
"It's nice to meet you, Beverly." Lisey smiled and pulled herself onto a stool beside the newcomer. "Welcome. I know it's not really a nice or easy welcome, showing up randomly like that. But we'll try to make it bearable for you."

She motioned to the nightgown. "What do you say we go find you some new clothes?" That was hopefully a way to make showing up here okay at least. Lisey knew that when she opened her eyes and was suddenly in the park down the street when she thought she was in her bedroom it was definitely a shock.
Nov. 17th, 2009 12:50 am (UTC)
Beverly's lips tugged up into a real smile. She liked Lisey, and it was refreshing to be around adults who weren't totally oblivious and didn't treat you like you were a confused lower-class member of society.

"It's okay. It's nice to be out of Derry for now." Which was the cold, hard truth. "I'll miss my friends though, but...the people here seem nice so far." She nervously looked from her to Thad then down at the floor for a moment.

"I'd really like that, thank you. You have something that would fit me?" She asked with a slight cock of her head in curiosity.
Nov. 17th, 2009 01:33 am (UTC)
"Ah, you're from Derry? I'm familiar with it. I've been there many times. It's a nice little town... usually."

Lisey understood the part about missing her friends, not that Lisey had many to miss. She did miss Amanda, and Scott was here. As far as everyone else...

"As for your friends, you never know, they just might show up. The people here right now are nice though, yes. All the ones I've met." She shot a smile to Thad before grabbing her bag off of the counter and sliding off of the stool. "There's a clothing store right around the corner actually. It's not too big, but it might have something. Come on." Lisey grinned and started towards the door.
Nov. 17th, 2009 01:46 am (UTC)
Beverly's eyes widened just slightly when Lisey acknowledged that she'd heard of Derry. Derry wasn't a place that people went to. It was just a little hole in Maine, at least that's what she'd heard people say before, and the area she lived in was very much a 'hole.' It was a place that you were born and raised in, and if you were lucky enough you'd get out one day.

"Where are you from?" She asked Lisey curiously, looking back to Thad with a thankful smile before walking toward the door. The thought of her friends actually getting there too sounded perfect to her.

"I, um, don't have any money." She muttered, a hand subconsciously tugging on her nightgown as to emphasis that it had been worn by someone else before her, that it was somewhat aged. Beverly didn't even have any money at home in Derry, except for some pocket change in a baby-food jar on her night-stand.
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