No Rest for the Wicked || closed RP
Dipper found himself standing directly outside the church. Not that he was a particularly religious person, but he’s been hearing weird stuff about this place. Making sure his journal was out of sight, the brunet slipped inside the building.
He glanced around frantically, taking note of the large number of people filing into the pews. Why were so many people here? Oh wait…wasn’t…Gideon the preacher? Right. He forgot.
Ugh, maybe I should leave before things get ugly. He thought, his eyes slowly drifting toward the front of the room. Some of the church goers shot the boy some nasty looks; probably because of his attire. After all, it wasn’t proper for someone to attend while dressing in jeans and an old baseball cap…
True, all of tonight's attendees were adorned with what seemed to be their most formal attire, and there wasn't a single empty seat to be seen. The organist played a slow, soothing hymn as people talked quietly among themselves for the time being, each anticipating the arrival of their most beloved preacher. Gideon was preening himself for the time being, smiling into a small shaving mirror behind the thin wooden wall separating the back of the church and the stage. Truly, it was a modest place of God. Simple white walls and stained-glass windows that welcomed a Fellowship of nearly two hundred people. He soon made his way to the podium, flipping through a faded Bible and awaiting the end of the hymn. Perfect teeth lined up in a nice smile for all of his fellow believers, eyes scanning this morning's hefty crowd. Then he laid eyes on him. That Pines boy. Dipper. The corners of his mouth twitched, threatening to lose his grin.
