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Richie Trashmouth Tozier (trashmouthloser) wrote in dunwichgame,
@ 2023-03-02 11:07:00

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!log/thread/narrative, stephen king: richie tozier, ∙ plot: 002 the hedge maze, ◌ inactive: beverly marsh

Backdated; Saturday Evening: Feb. 25th

Beverly Marsh & Richie Tozier
"The other day, I forgot my old address."

Todash Tavern | R | ⚠ Possible conversations about character death, anxiety, horror clowns, domestic abuse

Richie was still just kind of reeling. Maybe that'd never change -- he felt like it wouldn't anyway, although he supposed deep down he was clever enough to know that most people got used to anything with enough time. But he didn't see how that was possible, not with Eddie Kaspbrak running around an alternate dimension New England town yelling about germs and lobster cosplayers when he was meant to be dead under a pile of rocks somewhere.

It was fucking weird.

It clearly had something to do with time, he figured. Since Eddie was one unfortunate day behind him. But Beverly? She was years behind. She was still in what one might assume were the good years in her life -- early thirties, high on success and far away from Derry. Richie knew better, because he wasn't a complete idiot and he paid attention but -- maybe they'd focus on that seven year gap thing first. Before all the rest.

The bar wasn't hard to find, not even with his busted and slightly headache inducing glasses situation -- there were plenty of folks who just seemed happy to help with pointing and giving proper directions involving hanging lefts and everything.

And when he stepped into the bar, Beverly was even easier to find. She'd always stood out in a room, and this time was no different. Richie would be embarrassed about how much she'd gone through a glow up when he'd become a cave troll if that hadn't always kind of been the case. "Hey," he greeted, and it was weird to feel anxious and comforted by the sight of Beverly all at the same time.

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bevmarsh
2023-03-08 11:52 pm UTC (link)

Richie was here, though, and his scar was gone which meant they had to have stopped It. Which meant that all the deaths she saw, those were in flux too. They couldn't be dead if they'd killed It, because she'd seen every single one of them die in her dreams. Those horrible nightmares that she thought was just her brain being overly dramatic. They were possible futures and all the possible ways they all died at the hands of It.

"Eddie's here. You're here. I'm here. We're all from different points in time so Stan could — come here too. And be okay."

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trashmouthloser
2023-03-09 03:20 am UTC (link)

"Yeah," Richie agreed, biting at the inside of his cheek, enough to taste a bit of copper. Enough to keep him from blurting out anything too stupid. Too telling. Too much in a way where no beep beep might really do the trick.

"Maybe," he finished, a little lamely. "Maybe when we get out of here, we you can change shit." Was it already too late for him? Probably. "Hey, do you still smoke right now?"

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bevmarsh
2023-03-09 06:05 am UTC (link)

"I only smoke if you don't tell my husband."

But she pulled her pack from her pocket. The bar was non-smoking, so they'd have to go outside to smoke. She swallowed the last of her drink and stood up, indicating they head toward the door. She pulled out some cash that she'd had in her pocket before she got here and set it down, well more than the drinks would have cost.

"But you gotta tell me what you're not telling me. I know that look, Richie Tozier, and there's something you're not telling me."

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trashmouthloser
2023-03-09 09:35 pm UTC (link)

"I'd never," Richie said, which was true. Tom Rogan wouldn't get anything from Richie, even if they were in a world where he could. He downed the rest of his drink too, one quick swallow that warmed him all the way down his throat before he followed Bev out of the bar, already digging through his pockets for the pack of cigarettes he'd bought recently. Not a wise use of limited cash, but his nerves were thanking him for it regardless.

He paused, lighter lit and fire dancing with the wind. Of course she could sniff the truth off of him. "Bev," he said after a second and then lit his smoke, offering her the fire to do the same. "It's a shitty story."

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	bevmarsh 2023-03-21 03:17 am UTC (link)
	"No shit? I had no idea," she replied sarcastically, bluntly. She knew it wouldn't be a great story, even if they all survived, but knowing Stan died, that Richie lived. "Our lives are perfect and wonderful." And then she took that first drag off her cigarette and hunkered down for the rest of the story. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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