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Henry Deaver, Henry Deaver, Henry Deaver and Dennis Zalewski
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Shawshank boyfriends are done with your shit.
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noelfisher: In another life⊠Same Zalewski, different badge. #CastleRock #Hulu #StephenKing
thtkidâ:
                 HABITUAL  PROSE       was  tender  inclination.  for  words  to  be  but  a  delicate  ease  yet  felt  harsh  against  his  windpipe.  to  pry  a  sentence  without  the  fatigue  of        HELLFIRE        to  spite  his  conscious.  a  wonderful  caricature  of  normalcy  against  the  obvious  predicament  the  two  shared.  perhaps  of  kindred  souls  they  strove  together  for  like-minded  inkling.     âââââââ     tilted  shift  of  stature  ;  head  that  bowed  to  carry  with  body.  a  formation  of  comfort  to  make  his  shoulders  concave   ;   gathering  himself  as  a  shield.  eyes  focal  shift  to  the  guard.        INDECIPHERABLE   VISAGE        yet  a  look  that  was  but  a  query  of  the  other  to  continue.
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well at least he had managed to get a sentence out of the kid. that was more than he had gotten from him since he discovered him. when the realized he wasnât going to say anything else, dennis started talking again. âso you didnât leave here last night?â he knew what he had seen, the kid in his cell and then he wasnât there only the deceased bodies of his fellow guards. he had left the security room, nearly discharging his gun at a CO before he realized what he had seen wasnât real. âfuck.â he pinched the bridge of his nose, it felt as if he hadnât slept in weeks. he trailed a hand over his face, looking back over at the prisoner. âshit, i think iâm going crazy.âÂ
friendly reminder dennis is currently alive in the timeline dr henry belongs to ( â„âżâ„)
hushtmâ:
eyes     wander   to   the   metal   tray   that   rattles  against   the   metal   surface   of   a    small   table   top   in   the   cell .         there   is   nothing   on   there    he   wants  .    these    foul    lips    ,       stained     &     chapped   ,      stay    pouted  .      not   like   the   flamboyant      tiers    of    a     child    but   of   those   of   a   man    with    no     purpose  .      was   he   okay   ?     no .      he   felt   nothing   .     &     still     he    feels    nothing    with   these    bruised    feet   that   ache   from     each    step     and   with    the    worrying    skin    wrapped   over     tawny   ribs   .        he    will   not   talk  ,     dennis  .     give   up  .
in the back of his mind, he knew the kid wasnât going to say anything. still, there was a part of him that hoped maybe, just maybe today would be the day that the prisoner spoke. that today would be the day where told him who he was, anything that would help dennis help him. he rubbed a hand over his mouth, before they went back to their crossed state, a look of concern still plastered on his face. clearing his throat, he spoke again. âi know prison food doesnât look all that appealing, but you gotta eat something.â while the kid had been looking a tad better than he did when he found him (at least he wasnât covered in dirt and flies and was now clean shaven), he still looked gaunt.Â
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He couldnât sleep. Luckily Odin could. Since the older man had taken Willie under his wing, the younger hadnât found it very easy to get time to himself, so he took this rare opportunity to sneak away and take a trek into town. The sight of the bar was a welcome one; he could definitely use a drink. Willie made his way up to the bar and took a seat, casting a sidelong look at the man beside him. When the glance was met, he simply said âHey,â looked away, and ordered a beer on tap. Excuse him- he tends to be somewhat uncomfortable around strangers.
Going to the bar after his shift had become a popular occurrence these days, needing some alcohol in his system to end the tiresome days he had been having at the prison before he went home. He had been nursing a beer when he felt someone occupy the seat next to him, glancing at the other he nodded in greeting. The other male looked somewhat familiar, like he had seen him around Castle Rock before. He could sense how uncomfortable the other male was, like going out and socializing wasnât something he did often. âHey.â He replied back, taking another swig of his beer. âRough day?âÂ
friendly reminder dennis is currently alive in the timeline dr henry belongs to ( â„âżâ„)
the schisma is all I hear now. thatâs why I did it. thatâs why I corrected myself. and after tonight, young willie will be corrected, too. // indie willie of castle rock. selective & private. written by chelsea.
hushtmâ:
DENNIS   ,      are    you   there  ?      coherently    found   in   this   time   bomb   of   a   prison      âââââââââââ-     the   ticking    crawling    closer    .     the    sound    growing    LOUDER   .      you    can     never    escape  ,      will    you    try   ?     oh    poor    poor    dennis   ,          if    he    could    rescue   the   wounded   sparrow   he   would   ,     but   here    he    sits    on   the   floor   of    a   cell    that   reeks   of     unattained    bliss  .          staring   as   the   guard   comes  closer  ,   the   cell   door   creaking   open     .     oh    dennis   ,        he   is   so    sorry  .
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dennis had a bit of a soft spot for the kid. whether it was because he had been kept prisoner down in that hole for however long it was or something else, he couldnât shake the feeling of wanting to help him. it was stupid, he knew. he didnât even know how the guy was or what he was capable of. he had seen some things, but he chalked it up to him getting sympathetic symptoms from his wifeâs pregnancy. or at least that was what he told himself. walking inside the cell, he set the kidâs tray next to him. âbrought you your lunch.â he watched him for any kind of reaction, something other than blank stares. he had been trying to get him to talk. âhow are you doing?â
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â Really ?? I figured guards heard things ⊠Talked .â And that very well might be the case , but Tate canât blame Dennis for lying if so ; Though everyone knew what heâd done . Itâd been plastered all over the news for a week straight . Pale fingers gripped against the bars , eyes lonely as they raked the other man from head to toe .  â What made you want to be a prison guard ?? I mean ⊠Isnât it scary ?? You purposefully surround yourself with dangerous criminals daily and hope there isnât a riot .â
Of course the other guards talked. It often got boring in the prison, there wasnât much to do except make sure the prisoners didnât cause any problems. He wasnât about to disclose that information with the blond haired prisoner, no matter how different he might have been from the other prisoners inside Shanksaw. âThere isnât exactly a lot of good job opportunities in Castle Rock. Iâd work at a fucking Walmart if there was one within sixty miles of here.â He hated working at the prison, heâd jump ship if he could find something better. âI didnât have a choice but to become one.â He continued, leaning against the wall next to the bars. âI havenât died yet, though, so I guess itâs going alright.âÂ
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It was the end of a long and exhausting day. Scratch that - it was the end of a long and exhausting week, one bizarre incident after another rolling in and keeping the Castle Rock EMT station busier than Ian could ever remember. Worn out and in need of a distraction from it all, he found himself walking into a bar - one of the few in the tiny little town, and the only one Ian could recall having a decent crowd. He pushed past the door and took a scan around the room, grateful to spot an empty stool at the counter.
âA beer and a glass of water, please.â Ian placed his order as he sat down. Heâd have to be careful, nurse the beer slowly and drink lots of water, but shit he needed it. Shifting in his seat, he sighed heavily and cast his eyes at the crowd as he waited for his drink, hoping the night would end on a higher note than the day had started.
Things for Dennis had been crazy after finding The Kid. It was crazy to think that he had been down there for so long (if judging by his appearance and lack of social skills to go by was any indication) and no one knew about it. Well except for Lacy, that was. Still, he was in over his head. The fact that he had found the guy in the first place was especially daunting, knowing that if he hadnât dropped his notebook, he wouldnât have found him in the first place. Now all he had to do was find a way to get him out, hopefully Henry would be the one to do it.
After his shift at Shankshaw prison, Dennis headed to one of the few bars in Castle Rock needing a beer or two to get him through the day he had just had. Not only was the Kid thing getting to him, but also the fact that the other guards were beating on the prisoners and no one seemed to care. âCan I get a beer, please?â Dennis told the bartender after he sat down, he had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he hadnât realized there was someone sitting next to him. Or the fact that he knew said person.Â
â Did he do it? Did he whack his father? â
Dennis turned around at the voice that came from behind him. âThatâs the million dollar question, isnât it?â It didnât take long for him to figure out what the blond was talking about, after all, the case had been the talk of the town ever since the murder happened. âIâm just a prison guard, man. Iâm just as in the dark as you are.â
â Oh, you donât believe me. â
âItâs not that I donât believe youâŠâ He just couldnât correlate with what he had seen with what the Kid was saying. âLook, I wouldnât blame you if you did leave, alright? Being locked down there for however long you had, Iâd find a way to leave too.â Hell, heâd leave if he had a good job opportunity. One that didnât involve being a prison guard for a shady prison.
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* Â A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF CASTLE ROCK PROMPTS, CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED / FITTING .
â Young man, who are you? Whatâs your name? â
â Who put you down that hole? â
â People say every inch of this town is stained with someoneâs sin. â
â I always thought the Devil was just a metaphor. â
â Iâm telling you, there is something wrong with that kid. â
â Do you hear it now? â
â You have no idea whatâs happening here, do you? â
â If I tell you something, can you keep your mouth shut? â
â Most people here canât hear it at all. â
â What are you listening to? â
â Bad shit happens here because bad people know their safe here. â
â I know, [ Name ], Iâve always know. â
â Something terrible is going to happen. â
â Are you the Devil? â
â How many minions did you have to kill to make that shirt? Â â
â No one else is gonna help him. Â â
â Whoever youâve got isnât my client. â
â You donât get a fucking do over! â
â He died at home, not at the lake. â
â You know what helps social anxiety? Sunlight. â
â I donât have social anxiety. â
â I canât very well call up a ghost. â
â I wish I could help you find your client, [ Name ]. â
â Dude doesnât eat, except for Wonder Bread. Barely sleeps. â
â Just kinda walks in these little circles. â
â You can write me, like, a recommendation or something.. âÂ
â Hey, how long does it take to become a lawyer, anyway? Â â
â You gotta tell him, alright? â
â Listen, you gotta earn his trust. Get him to tell you how he got there. â
â Look, I can pull the security footage. â
â Cool murder basement. â
â I could clean up this whole place for you. â
â Iâm telling you, this town ainât for shit. â
â This guy I know came back to town and itâs really fucking me up. â
â Iâm having a really bad fucking day. â
â I asked around at the school and they said to try here. â
â You following me now? â
â Did he do it? Did he whack his father? â
â Is that⊠what I think it is? â
â I wonât tolerate any further interruptions. â
â I donât care about your â- your game, okay? â
â Iâm ⊠Iâm looking for someone. â
â Was it a crime of a passion? â
â I can hear what youâre thinking and feeling. â
â Wanna tell me what happened? â
â Theyâre having a cat fight down there. â
â Iâm sorry, did I miss something? â
â I feel things that other people are feeling.. â
â Things happen, when weâre together and it can be overwhelming. â
â Has anyone threatened you? â
â Iâll be honest, I was surprised to get your call. â
â Stay away! Stay away! Fuck! â
â Would it kill you to smile? â
â He has a name, written on him, that nobody knows but himself. â
â How many times can one town look the other fuckinâ way? â
â Smiling is cheaper than plastic surgery, you know that right? â
â Well, you know what? Youâre judgey and you have a big mouth. â
â You know, I never touched you. â
â Nothing stays dead in this town. â
â Why would you leave me in that trunk, [ Name ]? â
â You said youâd fuckinâ help her, why would you say that? â
â I did my part, now Iâm done. â
â That the cover story or the real story? â
â Weâve been here before and weâll be here again. â
â Never again let him see the light of day. â
â Donât let that fuckinâ kid out. â
â The only thing people contemplate in this town is suicide. â
â Now Iâm an old man and you havenât aged one damn day. â
â I canât remember my own dead wifeâs face but I never did forget yours. â
â I used to dream about you.. â
â I shouldnât be here. I should still be in that hole. â
â Should I let a monster drive off with a boy in his trunk? â
â Then what the fuck are you?! â
â You didnât, like, leave here last night, did you? â
â Thereâs a whole world behind these walls. â
â In my experience, the dead are not particular. â
â Can I ask you something? Can I see your feet? â Â Â
â You .. are fucking crazy. â Â Â
â Whenever I looked down at my hand, it was like it was yours. â Â Â
â Oh, you donât believe me. â Â
â It comes and goes, used to bother me as a teenager. â  Â
i hate coloring castle rock lol