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finally_ahead) wrote2021-07-06 11:25 pm
finally_ahead) wrote2021-07-06 11:25 pm
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The days stretch on, and the people don't come back.
Stan still thinks, for the most part, that the disappearances suit him just fine. Out of the people that are left, the people who all came to Darrow from hundreds of different places, he can't imagine that any of them are as carelessly cruel as the entire freshman class of Darrow High.
Not that he hasn't heard things about Petros, too.
He heads to the empty boardwalk, fascinated and a little creeped out by it-- but he's not scared.
There's always the beach if it's too much. Stan's already texted El to see if she wants to meet up here, and he stands just at the edge of where the concrete ends and the wood begins, leading to the maze of booths and machinery.
Stan still thinks, for the most part, that the disappearances suit him just fine. Out of the people that are left, the people who all came to Darrow from hundreds of different places, he can't imagine that any of them are as carelessly cruel as the entire freshman class of Darrow High.
Not that he hasn't heard things about Petros, too.
He heads to the empty boardwalk, fascinated and a little creeped out by it-- but he's not scared.
There's always the beach if it's too much. Stan's already texted El to see if she wants to meet up here, and he stands just at the edge of where the concrete ends and the wood begins, leading to the maze of booths and machinery.