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Nov. 27th, 2024 10:50 amRichie's trying out a new set tonight and he's nervous. It's fucking weird. These days, he feels more comfortable on stage, and since the Johnny Saxon show, the whole thing is starting to feel more real.
But this new set... he's not sure about it. And there's one person he knows is going to tell him if it's shit. So Richie heads out from his and Stan's apartment with a notebook in his hands, his phone in the other, and dials his friend's phone.
Only, the call doesn't connect.
"...what the fuck?"
Eddie always answers. Mostly because he knows Richie will just keep calling if he doesn't.
He's confused, but not worried as he makes it to his friend's apartment, banging on the door with his fist.
"Hey, Eddie! Why's your phone off? Are you guys fucking?"
Only, the door swings open, the apartment silent and seemingly abandoned.
Richie's eyes open wide behind his glasses. This isn't fucking happening. This can't be happening right? People disappear, but not... not Eddie.
In a panic, he pulls his phone out again, his fingers fumbling over the keys as he texts the first person he can think of.
But this new set... he's not sure about it. And there's one person he knows is going to tell him if it's shit. So Richie heads out from his and Stan's apartment with a notebook in his hands, his phone in the other, and dials his friend's phone.
Only, the call doesn't connect.
"...what the fuck?"
Eddie always answers. Mostly because he knows Richie will just keep calling if he doesn't.
He's confused, but not worried as he makes it to his friend's apartment, banging on the door with his fist.
"Hey, Eddie! Why's your phone off? Are you guys fucking?"
Only, the door swings open, the apartment silent and seemingly abandoned.
Richie's eyes open wide behind his glasses. This isn't fucking happening. This can't be happening right? People disappear, but not... not Eddie.
In a panic, he pulls his phone out again, his fingers fumbling over the keys as he texts the first person he can think of.
The truth is, Richie's fallen into a bit of a routine lately. Stand up sets any night he can get a slot or find an open mic, shifts at the Phoenix, shooting the shit with Bill, Stan and Neil at home. He catches up with Eddie and Bev pretty often, but the truth is, he's been pretty focused the past few months.
It's fucking weird.
But the more he's on stage, the more comfortable Richie feels. The more laughs he gets. He's starting to get actual applause when they announce his name at a few of the Darrow comedy clubs.
He feels like his set still needs a lot of work, but he's getting laughs at the right places, the pacing feels good, the stage feels good. He talks about himself, about Derry-- what he remembers anyway, about Eddie and Regan and the Losers. Most of his set is pretty self-depreciating, but it kills just about every time. There's this bit he does about how fucking blind he is without his glasses that sends the crowd into an uproar.
Tonight's set is probably his best yet. There's something about the energy of the room, and Richie even does a little crowd work, digging up an old Voice to talk about a t-shirt some guy in the front row is wearing.
He feels really fucking good as he walks off stage, his heart pounding in his chest and his head almost dizzy. So much so, that he almost doesn't notice the unfamiliar face among the usuals backstage. At least not until he's already next to Richie, holding out his hand.
"Tozier, right? Hell of a set," he says, and Richie's skeptical.
"Sorry, flop sweat," he says, deciding not to shake, "Fucking... heckler's been following me. If you see a 5 foot nothing guy in a Space Hospital t-shirt, tell him to fuck off for me."
"Funny," the guy says, though he doesn't sound like he thinks it is. "Look, I'll keep it brief. I'm with the Johnny Saxon Show and we want to offer you a spot on the show next week. Come on, do your set, talk to Johnny for a few minutes. We think you'll kill."
Richie stops short, his eyes going wide behind his glasses.
"For a second I thought you were another chucklefucker, but hey, this is a hell of a lot better."
"Chuckef--"
Richie extends his hand.
"Where do I sign? Is it electronic? If it's not electronic, I'm gonna need a pen, dude."
It's fucking weird.
But the more he's on stage, the more comfortable Richie feels. The more laughs he gets. He's starting to get actual applause when they announce his name at a few of the Darrow comedy clubs.
He feels like his set still needs a lot of work, but he's getting laughs at the right places, the pacing feels good, the stage feels good. He talks about himself, about Derry-- what he remembers anyway, about Eddie and Regan and the Losers. Most of his set is pretty self-depreciating, but it kills just about every time. There's this bit he does about how fucking blind he is without his glasses that sends the crowd into an uproar.
Tonight's set is probably his best yet. There's something about the energy of the room, and Richie even does a little crowd work, digging up an old Voice to talk about a t-shirt some guy in the front row is wearing.
He feels really fucking good as he walks off stage, his heart pounding in his chest and his head almost dizzy. So much so, that he almost doesn't notice the unfamiliar face among the usuals backstage. At least not until he's already next to Richie, holding out his hand.
"Tozier, right? Hell of a set," he says, and Richie's skeptical.
"Sorry, flop sweat," he says, deciding not to shake, "Fucking... heckler's been following me. If you see a 5 foot nothing guy in a Space Hospital t-shirt, tell him to fuck off for me."
"Funny," the guy says, though he doesn't sound like he thinks it is. "Look, I'll keep it brief. I'm with the Johnny Saxon Show and we want to offer you a spot on the show next week. Come on, do your set, talk to Johnny for a few minutes. We think you'll kill."
Richie stops short, his eyes going wide behind his glasses.
"For a second I thought you were another chucklefucker, but hey, this is a hell of a lot better."
"Chuckef--"
Richie extends his hand.
"Where do I sign? Is it electronic? If it's not electronic, I'm gonna need a pen, dude."
For Bev (1/8)
Jan. 5th, 2021 09:31 amHe's not sure how they ended out there in the cold.
Heading out after school, realizing he didn't have any theatre stuff today and no shift at Phoenix Records, Richie found himself with an afternoon free. Usually, he'd spend a few hours at the arcade or studying with Regan, or bugging Stan until he told him to fuck off so he could study, but in the crowd of bodies and coats headed toward the doors, Richie'd spotted Bev.
It's been a while since they hung out, just the two of them, and it seems like a good idea today.
Plus, Richie could really use a cigarette.
Seated at the top of the bleachers next to Bev, Richie's butt hurts on the cold metal seat, but he doesn't mind much.
"Did I tell you they want me to do the announcements?" he asks, passing the cigarette back to Bev.
Heading out after school, realizing he didn't have any theatre stuff today and no shift at Phoenix Records, Richie found himself with an afternoon free. Usually, he'd spend a few hours at the arcade or studying with Regan, or bugging Stan until he told him to fuck off so he could study, but in the crowd of bodies and coats headed toward the doors, Richie'd spotted Bev.
It's been a while since they hung out, just the two of them, and it seems like a good idea today.
Plus, Richie could really use a cigarette.
Seated at the top of the bleachers next to Bev, Richie's butt hurts on the cold metal seat, but he doesn't mind much.
"Did I tell you they want me to do the announcements?" he asks, passing the cigarette back to Bev.
For Regan, 12/29
Dec. 29th, 2020 12:11 pmThey'd planned this for weeks. Talked about it, he'd saved his money, and gotten someone older to rent a room at Kagura. He'd told the people at the Home he was staying with a friend for a night, so nobody was going to freak the fuck out. It was supposed to be fucking great, for a lot of reasons.
Instead, it was just weird. And not as cool as Richie thought it'd be.
He's pulling his shoes on in the too quiet room, and for the first time in a long time, he doesn't have a joke to cut through it.
Fuck.
"Do you, uh," Richie finally says out loud as he signs, "Wanna go get some hot chocolate downstairs?"
Instead, it was just weird. And not as cool as Richie thought it'd be.
He's pulling his shoes on in the too quiet room, and for the first time in a long time, he doesn't have a joke to cut through it.
Fuck.
"Do you, uh," Richie finally says out loud as he signs, "Wanna go get some hot chocolate downstairs?"
For Steve, Dated 11/17
Nov. 16th, 2020 12:48 amRichie's been distracted for a full day now. Ever since he and Regan talked the day before, it's been all he can think about. She said she had to prepare, and what the fuck does that mean? And how's he supposed to find somewhere for this to happen? And how the fuck is he supposed to buy condoms without someone he knows showing up like what happened with Eddie?
Plus, he's spent most of his pocket money at the arcade, so he's gonna have to ask the people at the Home for his money for the week early and pray they don't fucking ask what he wants it for.
He's pretty sure Eddie knows something's up, because he hasn't given him shit all day, and basically went straight to work after school.
Even at work, he's restless. At one point, he knocks over a stack of DVDs he's supposed to be restocking, then accidentally staples his own finger when putting up a flier about a sale on records.
"Shit!" he shouts, and he's waving his hand back and forth to try and stop it from stinging.
He should probably figure this all out soon, before he has to use the box cutter on the new records in the back. That could go really fucking wrong.
Plus, he's spent most of his pocket money at the arcade, so he's gonna have to ask the people at the Home for his money for the week early and pray they don't fucking ask what he wants it for.
He's pretty sure Eddie knows something's up, because he hasn't given him shit all day, and basically went straight to work after school.
Even at work, he's restless. At one point, he knocks over a stack of DVDs he's supposed to be restocking, then accidentally staples his own finger when putting up a flier about a sale on records.
"Shit!" he shouts, and he's waving his hand back and forth to try and stop it from stinging.
He should probably figure this all out soon, before he has to use the box cutter on the new records in the back. That could go really fucking wrong.
For Regan, Dated 11/16
Nov. 15th, 2020 08:35 pmOne of the perks of joining Darrow High's Drama Club-- besides maybe finding the only people in Darrow who actually appreciate his Voices-- is that recently, Richie realized they keep one of the backstage doors in the auditorium propped open sometimes. And since he's still living at the Home, and Greta makes them keep the door open, it seems like the perfect place for he and Regan to hang out after school and study, or just hang out.
They're on the second level of the auditorium today, in the back row, and Richie's pulled up the armrest between several seats, half sprawled out with his geometry homework in front of him. He's got a quiz at the end of the week, but he's finding it's really fucking hard to focus lately. Especially since he's realized he's got something he really needs to talk to Regan about.
And for once, it's something he can't figure out how to bring up.
They're on the second level of the auditorium today, in the back row, and Richie's pulled up the armrest between several seats, half sprawled out with his geometry homework in front of him. He's got a quiz at the end of the week, but he's finding it's really fucking hard to focus lately. Especially since he's realized he's got something he really needs to talk to Regan about.
And for once, it's something he can't figure out how to bring up.
Everything is so stupid now.
Richie's been vaguely annoyed for weeks, trying to distract himself with his dumb job, with hanging out with Regan and Stan and Bev, but the truth is, things are about to change and he hates it. Jamie's moving out of the Home and then Eddie's going too.
It feels like they're all growing apart, going their separate ways and it sucks. As much as the summer before he ended up in Darrow is mostly a blur, the one thing he does remember is how they said they'd always stick together. Somehow everything that's happening now feels like the opposite of that.
It's stupid, Richie knows, which is why he's trying to take his mind off of it.
Sitting on the floor at Regan's house, he's trying to pay attention to the movie they have on, but when he reaches for the popcorn bowl next to him, he misses, his hand banging against the floor.
"Fuck!" Richie says, shaking his hand and wincing.
Richie's been vaguely annoyed for weeks, trying to distract himself with his dumb job, with hanging out with Regan and Stan and Bev, but the truth is, things are about to change and he hates it. Jamie's moving out of the Home and then Eddie's going too.
It feels like they're all growing apart, going their separate ways and it sucks. As much as the summer before he ended up in Darrow is mostly a blur, the one thing he does remember is how they said they'd always stick together. Somehow everything that's happening now feels like the opposite of that.
It's stupid, Richie knows, which is why he's trying to take his mind off of it.
Sitting on the floor at Regan's house, he's trying to pay attention to the movie they have on, but when he reaches for the popcorn bowl next to him, he misses, his hand banging against the floor.
"Fuck!" Richie says, shaking his hand and wincing.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY REGAN! (Dated 6/20)
Jun. 16th, 2020 11:58 pmIt's Regan's birthday and Richie's determined.
Okay, so really, Regan's birthday was a few days ago, but they've been talking about this for a while, and it seems like the perfect time to do it. Regan is sixteen and school is out for the summer again and everything's pretty great. So Richie is determined that today is going to be awesome.
Except, it turns out it costs money to rent an entire bowling alley. And he already knows from Eddie's birthday that it costs money to buy a cake. And balloons. And all the other stuff that goes into a great birthday party.
So he has to get creative. First, Richie puts on a Voice at the party store. He adds a little Oliver Twist to the English guy, tells the lady behind the counter that the balloons are for his mom's birthday and he accidentally let go of them and dropped the streamers in the mud. He's not entirely sure she believes him, but he does give Richie balloons for free, even if some of them say "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM."
He shows up two hours early at the bowling alley, before everyone else is supposed to get there, so he can call dibs on the last three lanes. The guy who rents out shoes looks like he's about to get annoyed, and another guy who works there threatens to get Richie thrown out a few times, but everyone starts filing in before he can give away the lanes to a couple of old guys who say the need it for their bowling league.
The cake and presents, Richie actually spends his own money on. The cake is plain, but says "HAPPY BIRTHDAY REGAN" in bright red letters, sparkler candles already on it and waiting to be lit.
It's definitely going to be a good day. Even if Richie can't really bowl for shit.
[If your character knows Richie or Regan, you can consider them invited. OPEN FOREVER!]
Okay, so really, Regan's birthday was a few days ago, but they've been talking about this for a while, and it seems like the perfect time to do it. Regan is sixteen and school is out for the summer again and everything's pretty great. So Richie is determined that today is going to be awesome.
Except, it turns out it costs money to rent an entire bowling alley. And he already knows from Eddie's birthday that it costs money to buy a cake. And balloons. And all the other stuff that goes into a great birthday party.
So he has to get creative. First, Richie puts on a Voice at the party store. He adds a little Oliver Twist to the English guy, tells the lady behind the counter that the balloons are for his mom's birthday and he accidentally let go of them and dropped the streamers in the mud. He's not entirely sure she believes him, but he does give Richie balloons for free, even if some of them say "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM."
He shows up two hours early at the bowling alley, before everyone else is supposed to get there, so he can call dibs on the last three lanes. The guy who rents out shoes looks like he's about to get annoyed, and another guy who works there threatens to get Richie thrown out a few times, but everyone starts filing in before he can give away the lanes to a couple of old guys who say the need it for their bowling league.
The cake and presents, Richie actually spends his own money on. The cake is plain, but says "HAPPY BIRTHDAY REGAN" in bright red letters, sparkler candles already on it and waiting to be lit.
It's definitely going to be a good day. Even if Richie can't really bowl for shit.
[If your character knows Richie or Regan, you can consider them invited. OPEN FOREVER!]
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Apr. 30th, 2020 12:11 amRichie feels pretty bad that when everything was shitty between himself and Eddie, and then Stan, that he'd kind of stopped hanging out with Bev as much too. After the railing, even though she'd said everything was still okay between them, he hadn't believed her at first. But now it's been over two months and... well, things are still pretty okay.
And the weather's nice enough that they decide to meet at the boardwalk today, mostly just to hang out. While he's waiting, Richie grabs milkshakes for the two of them, sitting on a bench to try and drink the too-thick ice cream through a straw with Bev's cup next to him.
It seems like it's going to be a pretty good day.
And the weather's nice enough that they decide to meet at the boardwalk today, mostly just to hang out. While he's waiting, Richie grabs milkshakes for the two of them, sitting on a bench to try and drink the too-thick ice cream through a straw with Bev's cup next to him.
It seems like it's going to be a pretty good day.
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Feb. 28th, 2020 03:30 pmThere's a part of Richie that's convinced things are going to be weird forever. He hasn't really talked to Eddie much since he found the piece of rail and the carving near the Home, but that's not too much different from how things were before. It's a lot of avoiding Eddie and Jamie in the halls at school, hanging out more with Stan and Bev, studying at Regan's house instead of coming straight home.
He's gotten used to it. But it sucks. He misses his friends and he misses giving Eddie shit. He misses putting on a Voice and getting one right back from Jamie. Their room at the Home is so quiet now, Richie wants to jump out of his fucking skin.
But he knows Eddie probably told Jamie about what happened, and Jamie probably hates him now. Because Richie likes boys the same way he likes girls, he probably thinks Richie wants to be with Eddie, or that he wants to take him away. It's all stupid and Richie hates it.
Today after school, Regan can't hang out until later, so Richie has to go back to the Home to do his homework. But he figures if maybe he steers clear of the bedroom he shares with Jamie, it won't be so weird.
He dashes upstairs to grab his math book, hoping he doesn't run into anyone.
He's gotten used to it. But it sucks. He misses his friends and he misses giving Eddie shit. He misses putting on a Voice and getting one right back from Jamie. Their room at the Home is so quiet now, Richie wants to jump out of his fucking skin.
But he knows Eddie probably told Jamie about what happened, and Jamie probably hates him now. Because Richie likes boys the same way he likes girls, he probably thinks Richie wants to be with Eddie, or that he wants to take him away. It's all stupid and Richie hates it.
Today after school, Regan can't hang out until later, so Richie has to go back to the Home to do his homework. But he figures if maybe he steers clear of the bedroom he shares with Jamie, it won't be so weird.
He dashes upstairs to grab his math book, hoping he doesn't run into anyone.
we could steal time//just for one day
Feb. 5th, 2020 12:14 amIt's been a weird month.
Richie never thought he'd be glad to go back to school, but after ending up in Derry and getting the crap kicked out of him, then getting kicked out of the arcade over and over again, he's been glad for the distraction. For trying to get back to normal.
Only, everything's not really back to normal yet.
Things are okay with Regan at least, even if they still feel weird with Eddie. And with Jamie too. So he's been spending more time with her than with them. Homework at her house instead of at the Home, trying to find stuff for them to do on the weekends. And it's easier now, after someone donated a bike to the Home, and he's pretty much the only kid his age without one, so he gets it.
So now he can leave easily when he needs to, whether it's to hang out with Regan or riding with Stan or going to Bev's.
It's not normal, but he's managing. Because even though he shouted at Bowers, basically admitted what Bowers had accused him of in front of everybody, he knows that no one in Darrow can know about it. Because Eddie's happy-- he's going to fucking therapy for Christsake-- and Jamie's happy, and they're both his friends. Everything feels so fucked up now, but Richie knows this is probably for the best. Even if he misses giving his best friend shit as much as he's used to.
Not that he's ever going to completely give that up, even with things like they are.
He's trying not to think about that today, though. Because it's Valentine's Day, and he's headed to Regan's now that school's out. He had to stop by the Home to grab a little stuffed bear that he bought for her-- which is really fucking cheesy, but he thinks she might like it.
Only when he steps out of the Home and puts up the kickstand on his bike to ride off, he looks over and sees something familiar just near the building, and can't help but chuckle, because what the fuck.
"Fuckin' weird," Richie murmurs to himself, amused. Because he'd know that bit of railing anywhere. Anyone who's ever been to Derry knows the Kissing Bridge, and even though it's not the whole thing, it's hard to mistake it. And if anything has to turn up from home, at least it's something better than that fucking statue that's in the park now. Or the fliers with his face on them.
Richie's already walked over, and is kneeling to look at the initials carved there-- he's wondering if he'll remember any names from back home-- when he remembers. One hot day that summer, when things weren't so bad, one of the few days they weren't all together, he'd gone to that bridge. There were so many things he couldn't say, a secret threatening to burst out of him, so he'd taken a pocket knife there and carved two initials into the wood there, the sun beating down on his neck.
R+E
Two letters that summed up every time his face had flushed, his stomach had flipped when he saw his best friend. Two letters that summed up everything he couldn't say in Derry, and everything he definitely can't say now in Darrow.
They're still there. Right outside of the Home where anyone can see. In the moment, Richie doesn't even think about the fact that there could be about a million people who are R or E. That no one is going to even think he might have carved his initials there.
"Shit!"
Richie drops his bike, and it clatters onto the ground as Richie goes to look for a rock, something with a sharp edge so he can scratch it out before someone sees. He finds one, but the rock is only just touching the railing when he hears someone approach and turns, his eyes wide.
[Dated to 2/14]
Richie never thought he'd be glad to go back to school, but after ending up in Derry and getting the crap kicked out of him, then getting kicked out of the arcade over and over again, he's been glad for the distraction. For trying to get back to normal.
Only, everything's not really back to normal yet.
Things are okay with Regan at least, even if they still feel weird with Eddie. And with Jamie too. So he's been spending more time with her than with them. Homework at her house instead of at the Home, trying to find stuff for them to do on the weekends. And it's easier now, after someone donated a bike to the Home, and he's pretty much the only kid his age without one, so he gets it.
So now he can leave easily when he needs to, whether it's to hang out with Regan or riding with Stan or going to Bev's.
It's not normal, but he's managing. Because even though he shouted at Bowers, basically admitted what Bowers had accused him of in front of everybody, he knows that no one in Darrow can know about it. Because Eddie's happy-- he's going to fucking therapy for Christsake-- and Jamie's happy, and they're both his friends. Everything feels so fucked up now, but Richie knows this is probably for the best. Even if he misses giving his best friend shit as much as he's used to.
Not that he's ever going to completely give that up, even with things like they are.
He's trying not to think about that today, though. Because it's Valentine's Day, and he's headed to Regan's now that school's out. He had to stop by the Home to grab a little stuffed bear that he bought for her-- which is really fucking cheesy, but he thinks she might like it.
Only when he steps out of the Home and puts up the kickstand on his bike to ride off, he looks over and sees something familiar just near the building, and can't help but chuckle, because what the fuck.
"Fuckin' weird," Richie murmurs to himself, amused. Because he'd know that bit of railing anywhere. Anyone who's ever been to Derry knows the Kissing Bridge, and even though it's not the whole thing, it's hard to mistake it. And if anything has to turn up from home, at least it's something better than that fucking statue that's in the park now. Or the fliers with his face on them.
Richie's already walked over, and is kneeling to look at the initials carved there-- he's wondering if he'll remember any names from back home-- when he remembers. One hot day that summer, when things weren't so bad, one of the few days they weren't all together, he'd gone to that bridge. There were so many things he couldn't say, a secret threatening to burst out of him, so he'd taken a pocket knife there and carved two initials into the wood there, the sun beating down on his neck.
Two letters that summed up every time his face had flushed, his stomach had flipped when he saw his best friend. Two letters that summed up everything he couldn't say in Derry, and everything he definitely can't say now in Darrow.
They're still there. Right outside of the Home where anyone can see. In the moment, Richie doesn't even think about the fact that there could be about a million people who are R or E. That no one is going to even think he might have carved his initials there.
"Shit!"
Richie drops his bike, and it clatters onto the ground as Richie goes to look for a rock, something with a sharp edge so he can scratch it out before someone sees. He finds one, but the rock is only just touching the railing when he hears someone approach and turns, his eyes wide.
[Dated to 2/14]
Dated December 30th. Takes place directly after this. Warnings for homophobic language and violence.
Richie pushes the bar of the arcade door with both hands and stumbles into the street.
The street in Darrow, just like he never left. He can still hear the kids inside who jostled past him through the doors, the music from the arcade cabinets just inside. The air is cool, and it looks like it might rain later.
He's back.
"Fuck," Richie breathes, and he doesn't know what to do first. Should he call someone? Is everyone still okay?He's gonna be pissed if it's like that thing where they all went home with Regan and Jamie. Did everyone have to go through this shit?
He pulls out his phone and texts the first person he can think of, asking them to meet him, even as he starts heading down the street, towards the park, if only because he can't think of anywhere else to go. He can't go back to the Home, not yet. Not like this. Tears are stinging at his eyes, and he reaches under his glasses to wipe them away.
People knew. They heard Bowers and they heard him. He'd practically shouted it in front of everyone, even if had been a Voice not his own.
Richie remembers when he'd first started thinking it, and how fast he'd pushed the thought away. And in the arcade, his stomach had flipped, playing Street Fighter with that other kid. And just a few weeks ago, that fucking thing with Steve...
"Fuck," he repeats, and sinks down onto a bench in the park, and he's so distracted by all the shit that he just went through that, at first, he doesn't even notice there's a statue there that hadn't been there before. Giant and looming, Paul Bunyan peers down on Richie Tozier, sitting on his bench. Paul Bunyan, who Pennywise had used to torture Richie at his lowest moment, after he had been chased out of the arcade by Bowers.
When Richie looks up, he nearly jumps out of his fucking skin, letting out a shout of surprise.
Richie pushes the bar of the arcade door with both hands and stumbles into the street.
The street in Darrow, just like he never left. He can still hear the kids inside who jostled past him through the doors, the music from the arcade cabinets just inside. The air is cool, and it looks like it might rain later.
He's back.
"Fuck," Richie breathes, and he doesn't know what to do first. Should he call someone? Is everyone still okay?He's gonna be pissed if it's like that thing where they all went home with Regan and Jamie. Did everyone have to go through this shit?
He pulls out his phone and texts the first person he can think of, asking them to meet him, even as he starts heading down the street, towards the park, if only because he can't think of anywhere else to go. He can't go back to the Home, not yet. Not like this. Tears are stinging at his eyes, and he reaches under his glasses to wipe them away.
People knew. They heard Bowers and they heard him. He'd practically shouted it in front of everyone, even if had been a Voice not his own.
Richie remembers when he'd first started thinking it, and how fast he'd pushed the thought away. And in the arcade, his stomach had flipped, playing Street Fighter with that other kid. And just a few weeks ago, that fucking thing with Steve...
"Fuck," he repeats, and sinks down onto a bench in the park, and he's so distracted by all the shit that he just went through that, at first, he doesn't even notice there's a statue there that hadn't been there before. Giant and looming, Paul Bunyan peers down on Richie Tozier, sitting on his bench. Paul Bunyan, who Pennywise had used to torture Richie at his lowest moment, after he had been chased out of the arcade by Bowers.
When Richie looks up, he nearly jumps out of his fucking skin, letting out a shout of surprise.
[Dated mid-December]
Dec. 1st, 2019 09:36 pmThe very last thing Richie wants to do today is go shopping. But Bev had asked, said she needed help finding stuff, so Richie's there anyway. He could be at the arcade. He could be hanging out with— and maybe even kissing— Regan.
Christmas isn't for weeks, so he doesn't see the point of doing this now when there's still time. But he's tagging along anyway, carrying a few bags for Bev as they head to the next store in the mall that she wants to check out. They don't hang out as much these days as they used to, even now that they go to the same school, and there's a part of him that feels guilty for that. They're Losers, and nothing is supposed to come between them. Not school or new parents or girlfriends or boyfriends.
He wishes they were hanging out at the arcade instead, though.
"I think you've reached your limit on parsels, my good Lady! It may be time to retire for the evening, wot-wot," Richie says, putting on a Voice, if only because he's pretty bored. This sucks.
Christmas isn't for weeks, so he doesn't see the point of doing this now when there's still time. But he's tagging along anyway, carrying a few bags for Bev as they head to the next store in the mall that she wants to check out. They don't hang out as much these days as they used to, even now that they go to the same school, and there's a part of him that feels guilty for that. They're Losers, and nothing is supposed to come between them. Not school or new parents or girlfriends or boyfriends.
He wishes they were hanging out at the arcade instead, though.
"I think you've reached your limit on parsels, my good Lady! It may be time to retire for the evening, wot-wot," Richie says, putting on a Voice, if only because he's pretty bored. This sucks.
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Oct. 8th, 2019 09:45 pmHe wakes up with a start, in a cold sweat, and it takes him a moment to even realize where he is. Just a second ago, he was in the woods, there was a creature and Eddie...
Instead of being back in the clearing with the monster, he's in his bed in the Home, like he was days and days ago. Like nothing ever happened. Was it all a dream? He looks over and sees Jamie asleep in the bed next to him, just like he's supposed to be.
Richie is supposed to be dead. He'd thought Eddie was going to die and he'd shouted at the top of his lungs to stop it. It'd been fucking stupid, but it was all he could think to do. He... he couldn't just let Eddie die.
"Jamie! Hey!" Richie shouts, bounding out of his own bed, but he stops short when he sees Eddie in the bed next to him, also asleep. Richie shakes both of his friends, but they won't wake up. Greta and Bev's dad say the same thing's happened to Bev and Regan too. Regan's even in the hospital. Richie goes by and sits with her for a while, but it's the same.
She won't wake up.
The people at the Home seem okay with it all. They say it's happened before. It's fucked up.
Richie spends the next day with Stan, knowing he's supposed to go to school tomorrow, but also not knowing how he's supposed to just keep going on when his friends are asleep. What if they never wake up and they're stuck forever? He hasn't slept. He doesn't think Stan has either.
Most of the time, Richie is convinced that Darrow can't possibly be worse than Derry, but today, it almost feels like it.
[okay! Stan can tag immediately after Richie wakes up, Eddie and Jamie after they wake up, Bev and Regan after Richie goes looking for them at their perspective spots... hospital & house? Anyone else feel free to use this for whatever they need to use it for!]
Instead of being back in the clearing with the monster, he's in his bed in the Home, like he was days and days ago. Like nothing ever happened. Was it all a dream? He looks over and sees Jamie asleep in the bed next to him, just like he's supposed to be.
Richie is supposed to be dead. He'd thought Eddie was going to die and he'd shouted at the top of his lungs to stop it. It'd been fucking stupid, but it was all he could think to do. He... he couldn't just let Eddie die.
"Jamie! Hey!" Richie shouts, bounding out of his own bed, but he stops short when he sees Eddie in the bed next to him, also asleep. Richie shakes both of his friends, but they won't wake up. Greta and Bev's dad say the same thing's happened to Bev and Regan too. Regan's even in the hospital. Richie goes by and sits with her for a while, but it's the same.
She won't wake up.
The people at the Home seem okay with it all. They say it's happened before. It's fucked up.
Richie spends the next day with Stan, knowing he's supposed to go to school tomorrow, but also not knowing how he's supposed to just keep going on when his friends are asleep. What if they never wake up and they're stuck forever? He hasn't slept. He doesn't think Stan has either.
Most of the time, Richie is convinced that Darrow can't possibly be worse than Derry, but today, it almost feels like it.
[okay! Stan can tag immediately after Richie wakes up, Eddie and Jamie after they wake up, Bev and Regan after Richie goes looking for them at their perspective spots... hospital & house? Anyone else feel free to use this for whatever they need to use it for!]
Backdated to late July
Aug. 12th, 2019 10:31 am"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Richie's shouting to no one as he heads back to the Home, mostly pent up excitement now that he's left Regan, and he's grinning from ear to ear for maybe the first time in weeks. The snow was gone, Regan was alive, he'd kissed her and she'd liked it.
Richie's stomach was still doing flips, and had been since they'd gone to share a slice of pizza, their hands interlinked. Now he feels like he needs to do something, but he can't focus enough to figure out what. Is Regan his girlfriend now? What the fuck does that even mean?
He took out his phone and texted the first person he could think of.
EMERGENCY CAN YOU MEET ME
So maybe it wasn't an actual emergency, but right about now, Richie didn't care much.
[For Jamie or Eddie or Beverly or all of the above.]
Richie's stomach was still doing flips, and had been since they'd gone to share a slice of pizza, their hands interlinked. Now he feels like he needs to do something, but he can't focus enough to figure out what. Is Regan his girlfriend now? What the fuck does that even mean?
He took out his phone and texted the first person he could think of.
EMERGENCY CAN YOU MEET ME
So maybe it wasn't an actual emergency, but right about now, Richie didn't care much.
[For Jamie or Eddie or Beverly or all of the above.]
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May. 14th, 2019 05:55 pmFrom what Richie's heard, he's probably going to be stuck like this for a while, but at least most people do tend to change back eventually when the city does weird shit like this to them.
It's been kind of weird, being older. He's not as fast, his back kind of hurts sometimes, and he can't even go home. Sure, it's great that Bev and Mr. Hopper are letting him sleep at their house and that he doesn't have to go to school, but this still sucks. He's tried no less than five times to get Toddles the English Butler to sound right and his voice is too deep now.
But Richie figures that maybe he can use that to his advantage.
Which is how he finds himself at a convenience store, standing awkwardly in the aisle with a six pack of beer in one hand. He's supposed to be older, right? He looks the part at least. This should be easy.
Maybe he'll let Toodles buy these after all.
It's been kind of weird, being older. He's not as fast, his back kind of hurts sometimes, and he can't even go home. Sure, it's great that Bev and Mr. Hopper are letting him sleep at their house and that he doesn't have to go to school, but this still sucks. He's tried no less than five times to get Toddles the English Butler to sound right and his voice is too deep now.
But Richie figures that maybe he can use that to his advantage.
Which is how he finds himself at a convenience store, standing awkwardly in the aisle with a six pack of beer in one hand. He's supposed to be older, right? He looks the part at least. This should be easy.
Maybe he'll let Toodles buy these after all.
It used to be easier to keep track of Eddie's birthday. Big Bill and Stan were better at it than Richie ever was, and without them in Darrow, it's up to him to make sure Eddie Spaghetti's birthday is everything it should be. Even if it still sucks that both he and Bev have left Richie behind. They're 15 and in high school when he's stuck in middle school. No matter how many times he manages to sneak over to have lunch with them and Jamie, it still sucks.
They were all supposed to get to graduate together.
Still, at least there's this. Which is why he's seated on one of the beds in Eddie's room at the Home, doing his homework while he waits for Eddie to show up.
In the middle of Eddie's bed is a carefully wrapped package with a big red bow.
This is going to be fucking great.
They were all supposed to get to graduate together.
Still, at least there's this. Which is why he's seated on one of the beds in Eddie's room at the Home, doing his homework while he waits for Eddie to show up.
In the middle of Eddie's bed is a carefully wrapped package with a big red bow.
This is going to be fucking great.
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Aug. 9th, 2018 03:44 pm▶ the basics
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▷ the basics ▶ CANON: It (2017) with gaps filled in by the novel. ▷ external ▶ SIGHT:» HAIR COLOR:brown ▷ internal ▶ POSITIVE TRAITS: Loyal, loving, funny, brave, caring ▷ relationships ▶ PARENTS:Wentworth and Maggie Tozier, ▷ other items of note: |
