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bullshitkaspbrak·:

eddie wasn’t entirely sure of his situation, but hoped this phone call could be his ticket out of it. he didn’t have a car and there didn’t seem to be any transportation that would take him out of town, but he’d saved enough for a ‘pay as you go’ phone. now he was in java java, fingers hovering on the screen, as he ponders over who he should call. myra ? the longer he thinks on it, the more dread it fills him with. it was a battle to get her to allow him to go back to derry in the first place ( at least without her coming along ) and god knows she wouldn’t let him hear the end of it when he’d get back. however, before he’s even aware of it, he’s pressed the call button and is waiting for it to ring. “we’re sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in se-” he hits end.

“motherfucker,” eddie huffs and thinks of another number to dial. while punching in numbers, he takes notice of the approaching steps ( that he assumes is the barista ) and begins talking. “that’s caffeine free, right ? because if there’s even a drop of it in there, my allergies are going to go berserk.”

bill wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or not. this couldn't be happening, could it? no, his eyes were just playing tricks on him. that's it. there is no other explanation. closing his eyes for a few seconds, he opened them once more but the guy was still standing there. "what the hell?!" mumbling to himself, he saw him die. right in front of him. they even had to leave him there... maybe he wasn't dead? and he managed to get out? shaking his head, this was all a little too much. maybe it was just a lookalike. but it had gotten his attention and before he knew it, he was slowly walking towards the man. it wasn't until he heard him speak that this wasn't a hallucination or a dream. "eddie?"

#c:eddie #( ;;bill chats )#tw death

firewvlker·:

looking around until her blue eyes landed on her fellow captain, carol smiled. she had considered returning to space after everything with thanos cleared, but it’d been some time since she stayed topside for a long period of time and she had a few friends to check up on. ❝ likewise, i would’ve thought you’d go back to brooklyn, or new york, at least. ❞ she mused with a slight smirk. ❝ or are you one of those that don’t know how they ended up here ?? ❞

"that would've been my second choice, but i went back in time instead." steve wasn't sure how many people knew about the choice he made. going back to be with the woman he loved, to finally have that happy ending with her, best decision he had made. but then he ended up here and he still isn't sure how that even happened. "that too..."

#c:carol #( &&. steve chats )

firewvlker·:

halting as she heard her name called and his voice, natasha mentally cursed at getting caught. this was something she was hoping to avoid. but knowing bucky was here she should have guessed steve wouldn’t be far behind, he always was. eyeing him for a moment, she quirked a brow. ❝ did you do something that i should haunt you for, rogers ?? ❞

"not that i know of... but i'm not sure what you consider to be something you could haunt me for." confusing himself with that, he was just still a little surprised to see her. "i'm sorry, i'm just stunned and wondering how this is even possible..."

#c:natasha #( &&. steve chats )

firewvlker·:

❝ it’s really good to see you too, bill. ❞ she smiled, giving his forearm a light squeeze. and it was. maybe because he was the leader of their little club or because he just had one of those personalities that made you feel like things would be okay. either way, it was reassuring to know she had a friend here. nodding along as he confirmed her question, she shoved her hands into her pockets and bounced on her heels. ❝ so it isn’t just me ?? i’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. ❞ she chuckled despite not finding any humor in it.

bill was glad that she was around, as now he might feel a little less lonely. it was weird being in a place where he didn't really know anyone, as if he had to start all over. he had just reunited with all the losers, making sure they stayed in touch this time, and then this place happened. "nope, not just you. it's probably not a good thing but we can try and see the positive side to this. or just accept it and make the best of it. this place doesn't seem that bad..." although he had a nice home now, not in derry anymore, this town wasn't horrible.

#c:beverly #( &&. bill chats )

tircdsouls‌:

"hey, your stuff being used in hospitals isn’t the worst thing. the tv channels are terrible so at least you know people are reading your material.” a chuckle as she flashed him a warmer smile because she was only teasing, the stuff he wrote really wasn’t that bad. not her cup of tea originally but she certainly read more of horror and thriller novels since being back. “luckily?” normally she wouldn’t have thought anything of it but seen as she as was supposed to be dead right now she wondered if there was more to it than that. “people tell you that?” laughing softly as she shook her head, her hair softly falling onto her face as she swept it back. “please, your endings weren’t that bad. i’ve read much worse. you are doing perfectly fine.” a smile as she nodded her head. “you have muse? good for you. i’m a photographer, i know how hard it can be if that is ever lacking.” not that it had done with her for a long time. helen ordered the beer with a smile, waiting for them to both have their drinks before she found an empty table. “it’s lovely to meet you, bill.” meaning it as she took a sip of her wine. “a different approach? i mean as your number one fan here you’re going to give me a little more than that. right?” a chuckle escaping her as she beamed a warmer smile across at him.

"when you put it like that, i can't really complain." bill chuckled, glad that people were still reading his books. he always got good comments though, it were just his endings that sucked. "you know, stuff that happens in the real world can be pretty scary and unfortunately, those are real." he couldn't really tell her about his own story as that would just make him sound crazy. it was for the best to just keep it to himself right now. "they made one of my stories into a movie and the director was very blunt about not liking my ending. even my wife, who stars in it, kind of thought it was crap." shaking his head, it was better that they told him the truth as then he could work on them for sure. "thanks for those kind words." they might just have been said to cheer him up but he still appreciated it. bill knew well enough he could do better. "there's one story that i've been meaning to tell but i'm not sure people would like it. a photographer? that's pretty interesting. like freelance or for a magazine or something?" there were different kinds and he didn't just want to assume which one she was. "you too." smiling, he grabbed his beer and joined her at the table. "well, i was thinking of maybe digging into those real life horror stories. stories that people want to tell but most don't believe them or think they're crazy. i think that could be interesting. like for example the amityville murders or the Warrens."

#c:helen #( ;;bill chats )

tircdsouls‌:

“all the things i could be scared of… i never thought clowns would be it but everyone has their thing. right?” shrugging his shoulders heavily as he tried to not think about how uncomfortable they actually made him. sure, he had bigger demons now, quite literally but that didn’t remove his fear of clowns it just clouded it somewhat. “an entity? and this was in your hometown?” surprised that it was never something that came across his and dean’s pile, unless it had but they’d had bigger fish to fry which sounded terrible but sometimes that happened. “did you kill it? whatever it was?” hoping the answer to the question was yes or they may have a much bigger issue on their hands. “no a hunter that shoots entities that take the form of clowns?” sam could have elaborated but it felt wrong seen as the guy outright just told him he wasn’t and that he was a writer instead. “a writer? cool. what kind of stuff?”

"i guess they do. some are afraid of spiders, but for us it's clowns and other things." it wasn't necessarily clowns for bill but more everything that had happened. "it was, yes. in the small town of derry in maine. but it's been happening there for so long. it feasts on young kids." shaking his head, first it took his brother, georgie and then twenty seven years later when he went back, he saw another kid get eaten, not being able to help. he was just forced to watch. "i think we did. we didn't the first time. we were only thirteen back then but we tried. it just comes back every twenty seven years. but hopefully now we put an end to it for good." it seemed pretty real so maybe they did manage to defeat it once and for all. "no, definitely not a hunter. are you?" raising his brow, that wasn't a job that you heard about every day. "thanks. uhm, just horror stories. i guess it's my way to kind of cope with the things i've been through..."

#c:sam #( ;;bill chats )

closed // @ofcscavengcrs

“Miss!” Steve shouted after the girl, but she probably didn’t hear him as it was too crowded on the street. He couldn’t just leave it like this as she would probably miss it so he decided to run after her. Finally catching up with the redhead, he tapped her on the shoulder. “I’m sorry to bother you like this but you dropped this and I thought it might’ve been something important to you.”

#c:jean #( ;;steve chats )

tircdsouls‌:

“i was in hospital, i didn’t have a choice in the reading material so your book was kind of forced on me.“ her tone showed she was teasing as she flashed him a smile, not wanting the fact she was in the hospital to be the main focal point but it was true. in fact, towards the end, she had spent too much time there but there wasn’t anything that anyone could have done. "i liked them. horror isn’t my usual choice but your books provided a great distraction.” they really did, she was appreciative of him for writing them and that was what she wanted him to know. “hey, who said your endings suck?” not confirming or denying her opinion as she raised her eyebrow slightly, letting out a soft chuckle. “i’m really happy to hear you are still writing.” nodding her head as she got the bartenders attention. “what can i get you?” ordering herself a glass of red wine as she flashed him another smile. “i’m helen.” figuring she best introduce herself. “and i think your endings are your endings. you should write them exactly how you want too.”

"ah, the words every writer wants to hear." bill couldn't help but chuckle at her response. it wasn't necessarily positive that it was forced on her, but it was obvious she was teasing him a little. besides, she still read them, that's something. "now that's more like it. i'm glad you liked them. i get that, horror isn't for everyone. luckily it's all just fiction." or at least his books were. the horror story he had been a part of when he was younger and then again a while back, that was real life, sadly enough. "uhm, almost everyone." he wished he was joking, but he wasn't. it's the thing he heard all the time. "i can't just stop. guess the ideas just keep flowing to me." part of him had thought that maybe writing about his own experience would be a great way to get some closure but he just couldn't bring himself to relive all that again. and he wasn't sure if the others would appreciate it. "just a beer is fine, thanks." smiling softly, he could use something stronger but he didn't feel like getting drunk at this time of the day. "i'm bill. it's nice to meet you, helen." she probably knew that already but it was the formal thing to do. "i might try a different approach with my next book and see what people think of that. got to try something."

#c:helen #( ;;bill chats )

tircdsouls‌:

sam had to double glance at the guy to make sure he wasn’t screwing with him but he seemed to be serious enough. “thanks man, first person not to give me crap over it.” not that dean meant it as such, well, actually sam was pretty sure he did but it was harmless enough. “wait… a clown creature?” sitting forward in his seat seen as how it was worded caught his attention. “are you… a hunter?” knowing it wasn’t common around here, it wasn’t common anywhere any more as he kept his eyes focused on him. “let me get you a beer?”

"i would never. i know how terrifying clowns can be." sighing, he knew that well enough, having been scarred for life by one. part of him was glad he had forgotten most of it while growing up, but going back to derry brought everything back. "yeah, not sure it was exactly a clown. it was some kind of entitity, i guess, that took the form of one." the backstory of pennywise wasn't all that clear to him. the guy didn't look so surprised so maybe it wasn't bad if bill told the man what happened. "a hunter? like the kind that shoots animals? no, i'm a writer." that was an odd question. he could never harm an animal like that. "that's very kind of you."

#c:sam #( ;;bill chats )#glittery sam will never not be funny #tw clowns #tw pennywise

ofcscavengcrs‌:

@youngblccd || closed

.｡.:*☆ “That really…. that does not look good, right?” Bubbles looked at the sketch laying in front of herself, shaking her head. Only recently, she had started to draw, it was a course university was offering. “Mean, not exactly realistic, and not exactly like a cat, either - right?”

Looking at the drawing, Bill wasn't exactly the right person to comment on that. He did draw himself when he was younger, being not that bad at it, but he been writing more than drawing lately. "It doesn't look that bad. The whiskers kind of give it away that it's a cat... It is a cat, right? Just a little more practice and you should be fine."

#c:bubbles #( ;;bill chats )

closed // @firewvlker

“nat?” steve raised his brow, unsure whether this was real or not. part of him thought he might’ve been hallucinating, that his eyes were playing tricks on him. he was pretty tired as he didn’t have such a good night’s sleep. “i’m probably seeing things...” whispering to himself, he blinked a few times but she was still there. “you didn’t come back to haunt me, did you?”

#c:nat #( ;;steve chats )

closed // @firewvlker

spotting a familiar face, someone he hadn’t seen in quite some time, steve walked up to her. “danvers... i’m surprised to run into you in a place like this.” most of the time she was in space, or so he thought, so seeing her here was maybe a little worrying. then again, she might be going through the same thing as him, not knowing how he managed to get there.

#c:carol #( ;;steve chats )

closed // @runniingwolves

Sighing deeply, Steve was glad to be done for the day. Not that he didn’t like his job, it was actually nice to be able to have a normal job and not be a hero for once. But some of the kids were just exhausting. They might be int he end of their teenage years but that doesn’t make them easier to handle. Back in the forties, it wasn’t like that. Grabbing the coffee he had ordered, he headed out of the coffee shop, heading home for the weekend. As he turned the corner, he bumped into someone, dropping his cup in the process. “Damn...” It wasn’t an angry tone, more a disappointing one. Looking up at the other, he just froze. “Bucky?”

#c:bucky #( ;;steve chats )#i may have assumed this would've been for bucky

Last ooc post on here bc i’m mobile and haven’t joined the discord yet. But my tired ass fell asleep last night after work so I will get to everything today when I get home as the weekend will start, woop! Sorry for the delay.

#limbchq: ooc #( ;;ooc )

I’ll get started on Steve tomorrow (and do replies on Bill too) but for now I should get to bed! Goodnight!

Also i’m making this a starter call too for Steve so if you want one, like this post and if you’re a multimuse, tell me who you want it for (i’ll make them after work tomorrow)

#limbchq: ooc #limbchq: starter call

Did you see STEVE ROGERS from MARVEL walking around Limbo? The CISMALE looks like CHRIS EVANS, and is THIRTY FIVE years old. I’ve heard he can be LOYAL but also STUBBORN. When I think of them I think of RED,WHITE & BLUE, VIBRANIUM SHIELD, SUPER SOLDIER SERUM, MOTORCYCLE. They’ve been here WITH their memories as a TRACK COACH at UNLV for TWO MONTHS. I heard they’re still trying to figure out how they ended up in Limbo.

#limbchq: intro #( ;;steve intro )#i tried

tircdsouls‌:

sam was sat with his bottle of beer, fingers working at picking apart the label on the bottle as he placed it neatly in a pile on the table in front of him. he clocked the clown mask out of the corner of his eye, creepy enough as he couldn’t help but shift over to provide space between him and the stupid thing. “get that thing away from me, please? thanks.” when they placed it back in their bag and hurried off, it was probably the tone he’d used but he couldn’t help it. sam could feel eyes on him and quite frankly couldn’t care less as he glanced across at the male. “go on… say whatever it is your gonna’ say. yeah i have a thing with clowns. laugh it up, i’m used to it.“ now the clown item wasn’t in sight any more he was instantly more relaxed, his tone more teasing than anything as he found a brief chuckle escaping him.

@youngblccd

bill couldn't help but overhear this guy changing his tone a little, then hearing a chair being pushed back and someone rushing out. when he was caught staring, bill just rubbed the back of his neck. "i'm not going to laugh. having a fear of clowns isn't something to ridicule someone about." shaking his head, ever since dealing with IT, he had developped a strong dislike for clowns too. not that he feared them but he didn't want to be near them as he didn't trust it all anymore. "i've dealt with a clown creature myself and let me tell you, that was definitely no joke." part of him was glad he had his memories back of his friends and everything but the bad parts, he wished they were still forgotten.

#c:sam #( ;;bill chats )#haha omg yes #bill fights it #when sam does he gets covered in glitter xD

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