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quietplacelogs2018-03-03 09:42 pm
beeped) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-03-03 09:42 pm
(open/closed)
Featuring: Richie Tozier (beeped) and you
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![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
calaveras]
beeped) and youWhat'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
no subject
He rubs at his face with his arms and nods slowly. He thinks he can stand--and after a moment he pushes himself to his feet. He feels a little wobbly, weak-limbed, but he doesn't fall over so there's that.]
i don't really remember what happened
guess this means the soundeater thing isn't bullshit
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Yeah. I'd say we'd all be better off on a glitzy-ass space station. While we're at it, cheeseburgers for everyone.
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i'd give my right arm for either of those things
life is so unfair :(
[It's easier to focus on the more lighthearted things that are wrong than the whole just died thing.]
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Didn't know you were left-handed.
C'mon, let's haul you back to... where d'you live, anyhow? With Eddie?
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( O ) A ( O )
yeah, in house 11. do you know where that is?
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[ lord save non-texters ]
But yeah, been there a couple times.
[ He offered an arm to Richie. ]
...Bet he's gonna be surprised.
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it's a face that's all wwWWWHAAAAAAA
yeah
he's gonna kill me
[He holds onto his arm, just in case his legs decide to give out on him.]
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Nah. If he killed ya, he'd just have to drag ya back to the house.
He'll probably just bearhug ya so hard you'll wish you were dead.
[ He'd been on the receiving end of one of those Eddie Kaspbrak embraces and while it hadn't hurt him, he imagined that if he were Eddie's size it would have just about squeezed all the air out of his lungs. ]