Richie Tozier (
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quietplacelogs2018-03-03 09:42 pm
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Featuring: Richie Tozier (
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What's happening: Various shenanigans
Day/s: March
Content warning: one prompt has character death; probable language and general warnings that come along with richie & his canon.
↝ sandpaths; open
[Switching to working as a sandpath technician has proven to be a good change for him. The fresh air, the sunlight, and physically exhausting work--it's put him in slightly better spirits. At least he keeps busy enough that he doesn't think about how much it sucks not to talk.
He can be found on various parts of the sandpaths, sometimes carrying bags of sand, sometimes slacking off.]
↝ on the search for peanut butter; closed to max
aRE YOU READY FOR AN ADVENTURE
[Everything is an adventure, but this is also a Very Important mission. Ever since hearing about the dog that left them things, Richie's wanted to find treats or something. Naturally, Max has to go with him. She was the one who knew about it first, after all!]
↝ training day; closed to frank
[Is there anything better than learning fighting, self-defense? Playing Streetfighter, probably, but this is still really great and he's extremely excited to learn a thing or two.
So much so that he's swinging a stick around like it's a katana or something while waiting for Frank.]
↝ house 11 garage; closed to housemates; cw: character death (pt 1)
[It's a normal day, inasmuch as a day can be normal in a city where the loudest loudmouth needs to be silent. Richie goes about his day, enjoys the sunshine, slugs some sand around, pats himself on the back for managing to stay quiet for so long.
Later in the day, he heads back home. The house is quiet, which he doesn't think much of at all. Instead he heads straight to his bed in the garage. He flops down on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling.
A flash of yellow catches his eye and he sits up. It doesn't register at first; he's just puzzled by the vibrant yellow in his otherwise dull-colored room. Richie sits up, slides off of the bed and picks it up from the bedpost.
It's only at that point that he recognizes it. A yellow raincoat, one that's too small for him. Blood-stained, missing a sleeve--
The scream that escapes his lips is one he can't control; the raincoat falls to the floor, and within seconds he's just gone.]
↝ later; reset room; open (pt 2)
[Richie doesn't remember what happened, or how he got into the reset room again. But it's unnerving, especially when he can't piece enough together at all. Eventually, he'll get around to texting one of his friends, but for a while he can't bring himself to do much more than to sit and lean against the wall.]
↝ wildcard [CYOA or contact me for plotting via pm or
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What's happening: Various shenanigans
Day/s: March
Content warning: one prompt has character death; probable language and general warnings that come along with richie & his canon.
↝ sandpaths; open
[Switching to working as a sandpath technician has proven to be a good change for him. The fresh air, the sunlight, and physically exhausting work--it's put him in slightly better spirits. At least he keeps busy enough that he doesn't think about how much it sucks not to talk.
He can be found on various parts of the sandpaths, sometimes carrying bags of sand, sometimes slacking off.]
↝ on the search for peanut butter; closed to max
aRE YOU READY FOR AN ADVENTURE
[Everything is an adventure, but this is also a Very Important mission. Ever since hearing about the dog that left them things, Richie's wanted to find treats or something. Naturally, Max has to go with him. She was the one who knew about it first, after all!]
↝ training day; closed to frank
[Is there anything better than learning fighting, self-defense? Playing Streetfighter, probably, but this is still really great and he's extremely excited to learn a thing or two.
So much so that he's swinging a stick around like it's a katana or something while waiting for Frank.]
↝ house 11 garage; closed to housemates; cw: character death (pt 1)
[It's a normal day, inasmuch as a day can be normal in a city where the loudest loudmouth needs to be silent. Richie goes about his day, enjoys the sunshine, slugs some sand around, pats himself on the back for managing to stay quiet for so long.
Later in the day, he heads back home. The house is quiet, which he doesn't think much of at all. Instead he heads straight to his bed in the garage. He flops down on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling.
A flash of yellow catches his eye and he sits up. It doesn't register at first; he's just puzzled by the vibrant yellow in his otherwise dull-colored room. Richie sits up, slides off of the bed and picks it up from the bedpost.
It's only at that point that he recognizes it. A yellow raincoat, one that's too small for him. Blood-stained, missing a sleeve--
The scream that escapes his lips is one he can't control; the raincoat falls to the floor, and within seconds he's just gone.]
↝ later; reset room; open (pt 2)
[Richie doesn't remember what happened, or how he got into the reset room again. But it's unnerving, especially when he can't piece enough together at all. Eventually, he'll get around to texting one of his friends, but for a while he can't bring himself to do much more than to sit and lean against the wall.]
↝ wildcard [CYOA or contact me for plotting via pm or
On the search for peanut butter for a good dog
bring on the adventure!
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[You know he's excited when he's bothering with capital letters at all. He's as sound-proofed as he's capable of being, all the way down to tying a bandanna around his face to effort to keep quiet.]
where are you? i'm still in my room but i can meet you in the front yard or wherever. i bet one of those abandoned buildings has treats
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i'm in the kitchen eating breakfast. have you eaten yet?
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no
i forgot and here we are, needing all the fuel for today!
[Unsurprisingly, it takes no time at all for him to appear in the kitchen. He gives Max an animated wave before diving into the pantry to get some food for himself. Immediately after he finds something, he sits on the counter and stuffs his face. The sooner he's done, the sooner they can go on their hunt.
He has no idea if they can find anything either, but boy does he want to try.]
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do you eat fish?
[It's kind of a random question, but since Majima had mentioned going fishing soon, she figures she should ask if any of her new friends and roommates like seafood.]
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heck yeah dude! chicken, fish, lobster--kind of given for that one. i'll eat anything
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Cool. Do you know how to fish? I think when it rains I'm going to go try to catch some.
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so no? i'm down for trying though, it'd be fun
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i think it'd be good for all of us to try and learn as much as we can about that kind of stuff so we can take care of ourselves.
[Without becoming too dependent on anyone else. Not when people disappear from here, and die here, and might turn into monsters when they do die too many times, which at this point, is her hypothesis.]
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[Nothing against the adults here exactly, but when you have the childhood he's had, well. It just comes with the territory.]
and if we're stuck here forever, if we start learning everything now we can be total badasses when we grow up
we need to learn everything we can!
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yeah that's what i think too. a couple of the adults are okay, but there's no guarantee they won't get sent back anytime.]
[Or that they'll always view her and Richie and Eddie and everyone as priorities of some kind. Or that they won't die and not come back.]
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hopefully nice dogs and literal hot dogs but i kind of doubt it in this place
we probably need to learn boring things like sewing too but learning to fish would be waYYYY COOlER
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I can teach you how to fish next time it rains. we'll be okay.
[And she's ready to head out on their quest whenever he finishes his food.]
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[He can't be counted on to spell things correctly. But he's ready; he tosses his trash and slides off of the counter.]
let's make our adventuring happen!
[Immediately heading toward the front door.]
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