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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
Richie only looks up when he hears Eddie's voice, and only then, his best friend is little more than a blurred outline of colors. He rubs at his face and tries to smiles, to laugh off all of this. Like it's all some stupid joke, just like all of his other jokes. As if he won't feel so scared and confused and hurt if he could just laugh.
But the moment he tries to laugh, the moment he breaks. His voice cracks, he trembles, and his eyes well up.]
I-I'm sorry, Eds. I-- [He rubs at his face. He might need a minute.]
no subject
(Is what snaps out of him the moment he can tell that that's exactly what Richie is about to do. Of course, it doesn't make it far at all and something in Eddie collapses hearing Richie break down. He's instantly on his knees next to him and wrapping his arms around Richie's shoulders.
He pulls him close and presses his face against the top of Richie's head, smothering his own emotions there. They didn't matter right now. What mattered was Richie was alive and okay.
His hands squeeze around him and he just holds him for a moment, breathing slowly, and hell. He doesn't bother to stop himself from crying. There was no point to it. He presses his mouth against the top of Richie's head in a long, firm kiss before squishing his cheek there.)
Don't call me that. (He finally says after a long moment, his voice terribly soft. He didn't really care. He knew he didn't, and he knew Richie didn't, but what else was there to say. He sits back onto his calves and he rubs at Richie's face too. He removes Richie's glasses from the hem of his shirt and unfolds them, placing them delicately onto Richie's face. There. That was better. He fusses a bit with Richie's hair, his clothes, that anxiety still pinched up tight. Finally he closes in, resting their foreheads together and grabbing Richie by his biceps.)
You scared me. (He murmurs, sliding his head off and resting it down against Richie's shoulder.)