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Richie Tozier ([personal profile] trashmouths) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-11-12 01:28 pm

closed; we are the sons of no one, bastards of young

Who: The Loser's Club
What: Kids from Derry just trying to figure out wtf to do
Where: Lake
When: Backdated to 11/10
Warnings: None so far, might be mentions of abuse. Minors swearing? Will update as needed.

[ They're all here. Not all of them, no, but more of them, which gives him hope and scares the shit out of him at the same time. It's complicated--this whole thing is complicated--and Richie's pleased as punch their defacto leaders are here. Even if it means they're going to get caught up in this, too.

Plus, there's a selfish part that hopes Stan and Mike and Ben'll wander on over. And a scared part of him that worries It will, too. Eddie and Richie put their heads together--almost literally--on Ignis' couch, trying to figure it out before they agree to all just talk it out.

Richie suggests the lake, if only because it reminds him a little of the quarry. He'd seen a guard out there, too, once, so that means it's relatively safe. He's the one that gets their first, and when he does, he's swinging a large stick around like a baseball bat.
]

I'm pretending it's Bowers.

[ It's the first thing he says when he hears the first one walk up. ]
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[personal profile] winterfired 2017-11-15 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Beverly makes her way to the lake -- though it takes her a little longer. This place is strange and confusing, and she makes a few wrong turns before she finally gets it right. Eventually she shows up though.

By now she's gotten her arm bandaged up (thanks, dinosaurs) and at least wrapped her head around the idea of what is going on here. Kidnapped to some other world. By these things that call themselves gods and want to feed on their emotions.

Creepy. Worrying.

She catches sight of Richie practicing his swing though, a faint relieved smile. Not a trick then. Richie's really here.

Ducking her head at that answer, she glances around.]
Bowers sounds like the least of our worries... in this place.