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Richie Trashmouth Tozier ([info]trashmouthloser) wrote in [info]snapthread,
@ 2019-10-23 19:28:00

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Entry tags:barbara gordon, dick grayson, eddie kaspbrak, gamewide plot, natasha romanoff (mcu), remus lupin, richie tozier, siri tachi (sw), sirius black

Who: Anyone who wants to have a comfortable but bad time.
What: Some Spoop at the Overlook: Haunted Psychic Hotel of Doom
Where: Sidewinder, Colorado
When: Length of the Halloween Plot.





During the warm summer and spring months, The Overlook Hotel in Sidewinder, Colorado does excellent business: visitors thrive on a wonderful view of the Rocky Mountains while being able to enjoy remote quiet and catered comfort.

In the winter though, the snow is too plentiful and dangerous to allow visitors to come and go freely — and so the Hotel becomes a sleepy quiet place with less than a skeleton staff. The empty halls, fully stocked kitchen and bars and choice pick of rooms should be a delight for anyone who ends up there. But the halls are less empty and quiet than what they might originally appear.

All roads lead to Room 237.

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Re: The Losers
[info]ekaspbrak
2019-10-28 05:25 pm UTC (link)
It was probably a good thing that Richie didn't go for the hair ruffle. Eddie was basically part feral cat at times and that was probably the fastest way to lose a hand. Especially when he being slightly argumentative and unimpressed. He was tolerating the poking and the caressing but move on to something like a hair ruffle and he'd probably draw a line. Probably. It depended on just how much he wanted the attention and affection and how condescending he felt like it might be.

Richie got something of a look for his addition to the rant. "Are you seriously going to argue this with me?" He asked. "And how do you know about skeevy motels?" He wasn't about to assume that Richie had ever been to one. He liked to think a little more highly of his boyfriend but the question remained. "Anyway, anyone staying in a place like that probably deserves to be robbed or murdered. And, yeah, older hotels maybe but everyone's trying to move onto keycards. For the safety of their guests."

There was probably more to say on that. There usually was. If Richie thought about it later and brought it up Eddie might be surprised. He'd probably be a little impressed and more than a little touched to know that the other had actually listened to half of the shit he was saying. Honestly, Eddie never expected any of them to. He was sure a majority of the Losers just tuned him out when he started. How he reacted after that would probably depend entirely on the situationa and when Richie's brain decided to pick up on the conversation.

The ding of the elevator pulled Eddie's attention towards it and he stepped forward before Richie jumped and tossed an arm in front of him protecting him from... children? Twin girls dressed in the same dresses, socks, shoes. Whose hair was brushed the same. He wondered what kind of monsters their parents were. Who dressed their twins exactly the same? "Okay. I guess we're never adopting." Eddie deadpanned in response to Richie's reaction. The twins were kind of creepy but he didn't think they were worth that sort of reaction. Richie just really didn't like kids.

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The Losers
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-10-28 11:03 pm UTC (link)
"I'm not arguing, I'm just pointing out the facts," Richie said, but there was something in his tone that implied he might well argue if it got a rise out of Eddie. Boyfriend (and oh, jesus, he'd probably lose his mind completely in giddiness if he knew that was the word Eddie had for them) or not, Richie was still a little shit. "And who doesn't know about skeevy motels?" He asked, a little defensive. "I've seen movies." No, he didn't know about them personally, but it wasn't like Richie had been well behaved and perfect in his youth, either.

He wasn't quite sure anyone deserved to be robbed or murdered just because they didn't know the Risk Analyst side of not getting a place with a keycard, and he might have said so but jesus fucking christ those kids were creepy, and Eddie might have just thought he was being an over dramatic idiot, but Richie didn't like the way the girls smiled in unison, or the way they both, at the same time, suggested that Richie and Eddie come play with them.

The doors closed though, and Richie sure as fuck didn't get on with them. Nope. They'd wait for the next one. "Fuck no," he said, and it was still sort of on edge even as the elevator dinged off and went down, down, down without them.

He didn't hate kids, okay? He just had realized recently that their potential for being the creepiest little fucks in the room was super fricking high. "I-- uh," he said, still not feeling right, heart racing a little and feeling stupid for it because Eddie was just being a sarcastic little asshole about it. "Wait. Do you want kids?"

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The Losers
[info]ekaspbrak
2019-10-31 12:13 am UTC (link)
He was arguing. He was totally arguing and the look that Eddie gave him let Richie know that he was on to his bullshit. If he insisted on arguing then Eddie was going to insist on doing something incredibly stupid. Like going down to the lobby and stealing every key just to show Richie that he could. This place didn't even look like it had a security system. "And I'm..." Well, he was doing his job. He was scrutinizing his surroundings. He was thinking about trends, about what he knew about hotels and hotel safety. Hotel guest safety. With keys there was a higher possibility that they could be robbed. Murder might not be as likely but robbery definitely was. Their location meant that possibility would fluctuate. "Analyzing risk." He made a face as the subject of skeevy motels was brought up again, scrunching his nose. "I don't."

Okay. Maybe they were a little creepy. They smiled in unison. They spoke at exactly the same time. Neither of them missed a beat or stumbled over a word. There was something else though. Something about them that just seemed off. Like maybe it wasn't entirely their parents' fault that they were dressed exactly alike. Maybe the girls were the monsters and they got a kick out of freaking out complete strangers waiting on the elevator. Only... that made something else stand out. "How did they know our names?" And that was enough to inspire just a little panic in him.

Of course, Richie's question caught him off guard and jarred him from that building panic. "What?" He turned to look up at the other before remembering what he'd said. "It was a joke." And, really, that was all it could be here, right? It wasn't like an orphanage was going to appear out of nowhere or random kids were going to start popping up needing adult supervision. It wasn't like Eddie could ever leave the town and return to a normal life with Richie or anyone else. He was pretty sure he'd die if he did. Neither of them needed to think about that. Eddie didn't want Richie thinking about it. So maybe a tremor of all of that ran across his face but he shrugged it off and let out a put upon sigh instead. "We haven't even discussed marriage and you want to talk kids. Unbelievable."

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The Losers
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-10-31 02:06 am UTC (link)
Analyzing risk. Richie's expression over that one was slightly judgmental going on carefully blank, because if Eddie had done a little more of that back at Neibolt -- well. Richie would probably be dead. But Eddie wouldn't, and that felt more important to him. Not that he was going to say so. Especially right now. But it was something he thought about a lot.

"Right?" He asked, a little wary, and wondering if he ought to be pushing the elevator button again, or maybe if they ought to be trying their luck with the stairs. "We haven't even gotten to the point where you were screaming mine out yet." He had to at least try and play this cool, because they'd both be useless in a pinch if they went straight to panic mode. And the best way to keep from going there, was by making a bad joke. It was Richie's way of things. Little kids were the worst horror creatures -- or pretty near the top of the list anyway -- and he was hoping they were just weirdos and not like ... out to murder them.

"What?" He repeated when Eddie asked him the same thing, and then he leaned forward to hit the button again, a split second decision. "Oh. Well. Hah. Good one." Listen, he didn't know if it had been a joke, and he didn't know if he was interested anyway -- kids were literally not something he'd ever considered before, and they weren't really in the best circumstance to think about weird shit like that anyway. It'd just sort of -- struck him. That he was actually in a relationship now, one that he wanted to be in for literal ever. And he might, at some point, have to consider topics like this realistically.

He bumped shoulders with Eddie -- just to calm the both of their nerves, and the elevator doors dinged open -- this time, thankfully, without any children or issues. So he stepped in and waited for Eddie before punching in the button for ground level.

"Wait," he said again, "do you want to get married?" This time he was mostly joking, because Richie most certainly already had opinions on this topic.

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The Losers
[info]ekaspbrak
2019-10-31 02:11 pm UTC (link)
He was pretty sure that Richie, occasionally, forgot that Eddie could read him easily. He knew a judgmental look when he saw one even if Richie was trying not to make it obvious. “I did!” He shot back angrily a little defensively but didn’t go into any more details. Let Richie think about that one and what it meant. He’d known the risks of saving Richie’s life. He’d known that it was very likely he could die. That the chance of survival was pretty slim but… he couldn’t stand still and do nothing. Not again. He couldn’t let Richie die. That was out of the question. Maybe the two of them hadn’t said anything to each other back there but, really, what did Eddie have to go back to in a world without the comedian?

“You want to live in the hammock then you deal with the consequences.” Eddie shot back. Look, he wanted to sleep with Richie too but that wasn’t happening in a hammock. There were probably other reasons it wasn’t happening too. Like nervousness and the fact that he’d never been in a relationship with a man before. Neither of them was used to this sort of thing anyway, so feeling their way around a relationship with each other that was semi-public and not as well hidden or actually allowed and encouraged was enough for the two of them before trying to get each other naked. Not that he would complain if they managed to get to that point. He may have been teasingly unimpressed by what he’d seen in the hammock but that didn’t mean he didn’t like what he saw or didn’t want to see more.

There were things in their relationship they had to work out before he could bring up the topic of kids again. Because, yes, he had been in a serious and committed relationship. No matter how much he hadn’t wanted to be he’d been married. The topic of children had come up multiple times. Myra wanted them. Eddie had been ambivalent on the entire idea. There was an idea that maybe he didn’t want them with her. Maybe if he had a partner he actually loved and wanted to be with, who didn’t smother him, he would actually be open to the idea. He just knew that any child they brought into the mix would end up just like him and he didn’t want that. Never mind the fact that he didn’t want to actually go through the steps to make a child with Myra. So the subject of children was, at best, partially a joke. At the very least it was a discussion that could wait until they weren’t in a hotel with creepy children.

He made a face as the elevator doors dinged open, actually a little surprised that Richie was so willing to try again so soon. The shoulder bump helped. Hell, any contact would’ve helped because he it would remind him that he wasn’t doing this alone. They were in this together. He may not have been as freaked out as Richie had been, but he was slowly getting the feeling that something here wasn’t right. Maybe they should’ve taken the stairs. He held his tongue as he stepped onto the elevator though. A stairwell could probably be just as creepy.

The next question was enough to startle a laugh from him. “What? You don’t like the sound of Edward Kaspbrak-Tozier?” He teased back. Honestly though he was pretty sure there wasn’t even room to question that one. Myra hadn’t soured him on marriage. He was pretty sure it would be better next time.

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The Losers
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-10-31 07:00 pm UTC (link)
Richie would think about it and what it meant. And how he still fucking disagreed, most likely. It shouldn't have mattered right now, considering they were both standing here very much alive (Although, with those kids, it was hard to be sure how long that would last) and no one needed to be bitter at all about those choices.

But it still kind of did matter, sometimes.

"I don't live in the hammock," Richie said with a pout but -- he kind of did sometimes? Not always but... enough to possibly be blue balling himself. Which was stupid and he needed to think about his life choices and really get introspective about why he was being so stupid and nervous about something he really, really wanted in the first place.

The elevator creeped downward, and opened to a lobby that was ... large. It had one of those desks at the front with the little boxes for keys right behind it and maybe Eddie had a point about how easy that shit was to steal, shut up. Except upon further inspection, he found that there was really only one key out in the open anyway. "217," he said, frowning. That felt like it was probably bad. Foreboding. He plucked it up, anyway, pocketing it.

"Really?" He asked, head tipping to the side thoughtfully. "You want to hyphenate? I like Edward Tozier, personally." He'd argue about his family name being better, what with his family being better but -- well. That wasn't really true on any level. His last name just sounded cooler.

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Re: The Losers
[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-06 04:53 am UTC (link)
Richie could disagree all he wanted. That wasn't going to change Eddie's mind on the matter. He actually had calculated the risks. He knew he could've just stayed back in the cave, hiding from It and himself and everything else. He could've left Richie to die. Only he couldn't either and that had nothing to do with Bill and the way the author had yelled at him. It maybe had more to do with stuff they shouldn't touch on now. Mostly because they were already in a relationship. Richie was his boyfriend. Eddie was in love and had been for years. That was reason enough not to let the other die.

"You live in the fucking hammock. I'll think we're going to bed, sit there and wait for you only to realize you've gone straight there." And, maybe, he didn't get it. Or maybe he did. He liked the hammock. He did. Sometimes it was just nice to have an entire bed and know that Richie would still sleep as close to him as possible. It was nice to wake up in a tangle of limbs he could wiggle out of when he needed to without the risk of dumping them both onto the floor.

Beyond that, there was a grain of truth to what he was saying. If Richie wanted to get him naked and to act on that increasing sexual tension they were both aware of he was going to need to spend more time in bed and less in a hammock. He wasn't comfortable enough to do this sort of thing in any old room of the house.

Walking up to the front desk he was disappointed to see that no one was around to complain to. It didn't last. Not when he saw the lay out for room keys which just confirmed what he'd been saying upstairs. It would be easy to steal. The fact that there was only one key on the ring meant nothing. Not when Richie could just grab it the way he did. He said nothing but the smile he shot Richie was absolutely smug. One that said if he tried to argue he would never win and never hear the end of it.

"Really? You think Edward Tozier sounds better than Edward Kaspbrak-Tozier? I think it just flows nicely." It didn't. It was kind of a mouthful and long. He was thinking more of his professional life anyway and he shouldn't. He was no longer a risk analyst here. No one cared about his professional name. He was free to be Edward Tozier. If that happened.

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The Losers
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-07 02:31 am UTC (link)
Richie liked the hammock plenty, but that didn't mean he didn't like the bed, too. He might like the bed more for actual sleeping, if he was being honest. Because he was forty and his back suffered when he did things too recklessly these days. But he -- just.

He didn't know. He wanted so damn bad, but he just didn't know how to take or where to start and every time he thought about it and then let a day pass, it just felt even harder yet the next time. "You could always drag me into the bedroom," he said, waggling his eyebrows playfully. It was a joke, and sort of a hopeful one, but it wasn't really fair to put it on Eddie, either.

Look, Richie loved arguing, especially about shit that he knew Eddie was right about, because that made it somehow, even more funny to deny. But even he knew when he'd lost too much to even argue. Most of the time. Anyway, he didn't want to focus on how much he hated this one key, how they'd have to go check that room out, how it felt a little bit like lambs being led to a slaughter that they didn't know about. Which was -- maybe it was stupid. Nothing had happened. They'd just seen some stupid creepy kids.

But just because Richie was close to blind didn't mean he was unobservant.

"I don't think it flows at all, because no one should have a last name that's half an alphabet long. But whatever you prefer," Richie said, because he wasn't thinking of anything beyond possibly writing their last names together in a notebook, all cursive writing and bubble hearts.

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Re: The Losers
[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-12 12:07 am UTC (link)
Eddie laughed and nodded. He probably could drag Richie to the bedroom. He probably wouldn't even have to drag. The other man would probably come willingly if he hinted that they weren't going to go directly to sleep. It was obvious they both wanted things to get a little physical. "I guess I could." He admitted. "Really, you'd think I would've learned not to wait on you to make the first move." He was teasing. It didn't really bother him that he'd been the one to make the first move in this relationship. It didn't matter who said or did what because they were together now. It probably wouldn't matter who dragged who to bed the first time either. They would get there. "I don't like the look or feel of this hotel though so... don't get your hopes up just yet."

He could probably say that arguing with him was the quickest way to make sure their clothing would be staying on but that was probably a lie. Bickering was part of their relationship and it wasn't all bad. It was kind of fun even when it was infuriating because he knew he was right and didn't understand how Richie could keep denying it. The fact that Richie wasn't arguing now, that he was allowing the smug little smile without shooting it down meant something was wrong. He looked at the key and frowned. "Am I the only one who really fucking hates that key?" Because he did. He hated that key.

Focusing on something else seemed better and the whole last name thing was a great distraction. "Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe I want the entire fucking alphabet in my name?" He asked turning towards Richie and placing his hands on his lips. "Maybe I'll have them throw in some other letters too. What are we missing a Q?"

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The Losers
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-13 09:56 pm UTC (link)
Richie knew Eddie was teasing. He got that. But that didn't mean it didn't touch a nerve, a little. But he sort of was waiting on Eddie to make the first move. Just like he had last time, too. It wasn't up to Eddie to take on all the big steps of their relationship. Or, it shouldn't have been. He only snuffed out a laugh though and tucked away his real thoughts for the time being. Maybe now wasn't the best time - Eddie had a point there. There was something fucked in this hotel and Richie was pretty positive he didn't want to get naked in here at all, no matter if a door was locked behind him or otherwise.

What good was a locked door, anyway, when there was only one key? When that key seemed like it wanted to be found? Richie didn't think that it was going to lead anywhere he fucking liked, not even for a second. "I hate this key more than you hate this key," he said, making it into a competition because that's what he did -- tried making things more amusing when he got nervous. Which was plenty. But definitely right now. "But let's go fucking see what it opens anyway. Maybe we run into some more fucked up kids on the way. You know that's my favorite. They'd be fucking good as birth control if -- well. You know. We weren't so gay."

He liked saying it every now and again. In a funny way, if possible. Just to remind himself that he could, and that it was fine.

"I'm not sure that's how it works," Richie said, "but maybe Starklandia will turn a blind eye to you ruining the both of our last names with extraneous letters, Eds." He wanted to have this conversation forever, kind of. Because it was stupid, sure, but it was also like -- it felt like an eventuality instead of a hypothetical. When he married this idiot instead of if he was going to. It was going to happen. And when it did, they'd have to find a way to put a Q in there.

But, it was because he liked it so much, he knew it had to end. Because they couldn't be in this shit hole hotel for the rest of their lives. "Let's see what this key opens."

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The Losers
[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-16 04:04 pm UTC (link)
This was the sort of hotel you kept you clothing on for. It didn't matter who should or shouldn't be making the first move here. It wasn't the beach they'd wanted where those issues could be front and center and possibly resolved. It was some fussy yet spooky hotel surrounded by snow. The rest of their issues could wait for another time and a more comfortable location. Like home. Home seemed like the best option for that sort of thing. They could have doorway destination vacation sex some other time.

"You love that fucking key. That's why you're taking it. You can't stand the thought of being apart from it." He shot back. The idea of taking the key with them and actually going to the room wasn't actually sitting too well with him. Like, that was probably the opposite of what they should do. They should go explore the kitchen and see if there was food. He would even argue for going outside and trying to kill each other in the snow if, you know, either of them had clothing that would work in colder weather and they wouldn't be stomping back into the hotel half frozen with soaking clothes once they were done. He was in no mood to get sick. Even that, however, seemed like a better option than going to wherever that key lead.

Obviously, he wasn't going to do any of that because Richie was set on going to the room. He let out a long suffering sigh as he turned back around to head in the direction of the elevator. "Could you imagine? Our child would be a fucking monster." Because, obviously, he wasn't thinking about the possibility of them not being together. He was thinking of alternate realities where one of them was straight and the other was a woman.

Richie, apparently, hated all his future ideas like adoption and the demands he had for his name. "They'll be fucking silent!" Not that anyone would know and it'd be funny to watch anyone try and pronounce his name. He doubted anything would flow right because their last names already had so many letters. He didn't really stop to consider that they were both discussing it like it was an eventuality. Like this was something that was going to happen and, when it did, they had to know who was going by what. It was a nice conversation. One Eddie would have to find a way to breach again at a later time when they weren't stuck in some hotel and could tease each other about names.

"Great... I can't wait." He deadpanned, not at all excited to get to this room that seemed to want them to go into it. He doubted anything good was behind that door. "If I get stabbed again I'm going to be really pissed. Just putting that out there."

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The Losers
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-19 10:45 pm UTC (link)
Richie did not love the key. It felt heavy and important and not in a good way and Richie didn't know how the fuck they kept getting into situations like this -- the kind where everything they did was a lead up to something awful and murderous. Richie really didn't fucking want shit like that. He wanted bad jokes and excessive amounts of domestic bliss. This was all bullshit and it was so tiring.

"Our child would be a goddamned delight, Kaspbrak. She'd have your big-ass eyes and my sense of humor and would become the most well-liked person in the history of ever." Obviously their inexplicable alternate reality child was a girl. Richie refused to think about which one of them would be though, because he was just too fucking gay to even imagine a woman in a relationship these days. "It's mostly just a shame she can't pronounce her own last name because some fuckwad added silent letters."

They were going up to that room. Neither of them wanted to, but wandering around waiting for not-delightful children to show up and murder them seemed bad too. When they were back by the elevator, Richie hit the up button, and then waited -- a little unnerved that the doors didn't just open immediately because hadn't they been the last ones to use this thing, anyway?

"If you get stabbed again," Richie said, mildly, "I'm going to have to start assuming you're just a collector with a really bad hobby."

That was when the elevator doors dinged open.

And blood rushed out of it in waves.

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The Losers
[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-21 09:28 pm UTC (link)
After everything they'd been through in their actual lives Eddie would've thought that he and Richie deserved a break. They deserved a little down time to just relax, huddle together, and be happy in their relationship. They deserved to not open a door and walk into a murder hotel or be faced with a demon Pomeranian. The door to a possible beach vacation should've just been a door to a fucking beach vacation. Life just seemed to hate them. So much.

Little things about it weren't that bad. The hypotheticals. The idea of a little girl with his eyes and Richie's sense of humor was actually pretty cute. Impossible but cute. "The extra letters are fucking silent, Tozier!" He insisted. "Pronunciation won't be the problem. Spelling will be the big fucking problem." Just all the extra letters and where the hell he planner to fit them in or arrange them so they flowed because he couldn't be Kasbprak-Tozier-XYZ since there was a Z in their last name already. He'd figure it out. Once they made it through here he was going to find paper and a pen.

Thoughts like that were going to keep him moving. The idea of having this conversation again later and annoying the fuck out of Richie with it would give him something to work towards. Something brighter and a little more hopeful because it involved their future together. Not the child, of course, (she was imaginary and hypothetical) but the last name and the idea of marriage. It would keep him going because, apparently, Richie really wanted them to be murdered by whatever was lurking behind in that fucking room.

"A free knife is a free-" He stopped, smile disappearing from his face as literal waves of blood rushed out of the elevator towards them. What the fuck? What the actual fuck? He took a step back, eyes impossibly wide as he grabbed onto Richie's arm in an attempt to pull him away. To run. This was hell. His own personal hell. A fussy hotel with horrible guest security and tons of blood.

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The Losers
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-23 02:45 am UTC (link)
A free knife is a free knife would have been fucking hilarious if Eddie'd ever had time to get through the whole joke. But he hadn't and Richie was too busy gaping like an absolute idiot at the rush of blood that was coming out of the elevator. More than he thought an elevator could possibly hold -- and he didn't know why the fuck his brain was trying to math out the volume of blood that should or should not have been able to be stored in an elevator, because that was the exact kind of shit that wasn't even remotely normal and shouldn't have been a thing in the first place.

Just like horror houses, demon Pomeranians , and alien eldritch clowns shouldn't have been a thing. But there they'd been, and here they were. And Richie didn't actually get it into his brain that he ought to be running until Eddie was tugging at his arm and it didn't really matter by that point anyway -- they weren't possibly fast enough to avoid the majority of it.

"Eddie!" Why was it always his default to just scream Eddie's name every time something awful was happening? It didn't matter, clinging or running or not, they were absolutely soaked in crimson, until the elevator was empty and everything in the nearby hall was a giant puddle of horror. "Fuck me," he said, voice cracking, eyes too big behind his glasses. "So this is how Bev felt."

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The Losers
[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-26 05:21 am UTC (link)
They didn't make it. Honestly, there was no way they could've. They were too close and they'd lost too much time just standing around and watching it happen while their brains tried to make sense of it. The only thing he could do was grip as tightly to Richie's hand as he possible, afraid of losing him in the rush of blood. It was strong enough to displace some of the furniture in the hall, push it away from the walls and forward so it would definitely be enough to knock two idiots off their feet.

When it was over, when the blood had all poured out of the elevator and left them soaked and the hall very nearly resembling Bev's bathroom Eddie remained completely silent. He looked down at himself, at his soaked and stained clothing, at the hands covered in blood he couldn't wipe off because there was just... blood everywhere and immediately narrowed his eyes. He was covered in blood. He was soaked in it. He was dirty and so very unhappy. All he'd wanted was to tease Richie. To joke about knives and names and imaginary children. He just wanted to go to the fucking beach and pretend they were looking for curtains. He just wanted to have something fucking nice for a change.

"What the actual fuck!" He yelled, clearly more angry than scared this time. It was something that only happened a few times but had him stomping his way through the blood towards the elevator. As a child getting angry had helped save them. It meant that that stupid clown lost some of Its power. He'd kicked It in the face back then. As an adult getting angry had been enough to inspire him to reach out and hurt It. If the leper hadn't thrown up on him when it had there was a chance that Eddie could've killed It in the drug store. He probably wasn't going to kill a ghost but he wasn't about to run away from it either. He was too angry to run.

"Do you still have the key?" He asked as he glared at the elevator. "If this thing wants us to fucking find it then we're going to fucking find it."

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The Losers
[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-27 02:51 am UTC (link)
Richie didn't want to find any ghost. He really, really fucking didn't. But ghosts always seemed to want to find them regardless of what he wanted.

They were messes, the two of them, blood everywhere and Eddie's shoes squeaked with it when he stomped back to the elevator and Richie was hot on his heels because being separated was such a bad fucking idea. And because there was blood covering the lenses of his glasses and no amount of wiping at them fixed the problem -- no clean spot on his clothes in which to undo the damage. He couldn't see shit. Everything was a bright red smudge.

But he still had the key, safe in his pocket. And Eddie was angry and sometimes, yeah, anger was the way to go. The way to get things done and to face fears they'd usually otherwise try hiding from.

He swallowed back bile, an acid burning at the back of his throat, and took his glasses off in order to squint at Eddie. "Second floor," he said, instead of answering directly. Because the room number had been for 237, that was the door the key would unlock.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-27 06:39 pm UTC (link)
Anger was going to get them through this. Anger was going to get him through this. It was going to keep him moving forward. It was going to make him face whatever it was that was trying to draw them towards the door. It was better than the alternative. Better than working himself into an anxiety attack. Better than giving in to that fear and freezing up, relying on Richie and only Richie to get him through this. This wasn't Neibolt. It wasn't the source of their childhood trauma. They weren't about to die in this place. That meant he could move forward a little more easily.

"Second floor." He murmured before roughly jabbing at the button a few times as if that would get them there faster, get this over with quicker. The elevator was probably a nightmare too but Eddie wasn't taking the time to really look at it. There was too much of a risk that seeing the elevator covered with blood, seeing Richie covered with blood would startle him enough to knock the anger out of him. If he wasn't angry there was a chance he'd just be scared.

Anger didn't mean he was completely ignorant of Richie's own feelings. Of the fact that his boyfriend probably couldn't see very well. That he was probably scared out of his fucking mind as well. That knowledge made him angrier somehow. It was bad enough that he was scared and covered in blood. Richie didn't deserve this shit. Reaching out he took ahold of the other's hand and let out a sigh, trying to look calmer as he turned to look at the other. Richie looked like a nightmare. "Are you okay?" He managed to ask. It was a short elevator ride but he could still ask.

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-27 11:16 pm UTC (link)
Now wasn't really the time to think about how an angry Eddie was kind of a hot Eddie, but it wasn't like Richie had ever really been able to stop the shit that popped up unto his brain. He was only lucky, that in this instance, it was fleeting thing, gone as soon as it arrived. Not because it wasn't true (it was. Also, Eddie was always hot), but because nothing felt very sexy when he was covered head to toe in blood.

Fuck this place.

"Yeah," Rich said, smiling bright (teeth flashing white, the only thin on him that wasn't stained red) at the Eddie shaped red blob in front of him, "Peachy fucking keen, Spagheds. A shitty hotel on it's period isn't gonna scare me." He was scared. But he wasn't going to admit it, not with Eddie rushing into shit angry. Not when he could pretend he was brave instead. He tightened his grip on Eddie's hand and the elevator pinged open, offering a hallway that felt strangely mediocre in comparison to the previous rush of blood.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-11-28 02:41 am UTC (link)
That was a fucking lie but, at least, Richie was still talking. Still making jokes. He was working through this shit in his own way. That was a good thing. They could freak out about this once they were home. Once they had showered and thrown out their bloody clothes. Once they were curled up together in the hammock or in bed. They could cling to each other and not say a word or say too much and just work through this.

The hallway was mediocre. Familiar. There were no scary children this time just the awful carpet. Somehow it made him angrier. The thought that the elevators had managed to hold that much blood in them and only doused the two of them. The fact that he wasn't seeing blood on every surface like he had when he walked into Beverly's bathroom. The fact that anything could be nice and clean-ish when he was denied even that comfort by this place. It had him fuming.

"Can I have the key?" Because he was angry and he was more likely to try and kick the door down once he got to the fucking room. Having the key meant he'd save himself the embarrassment of trying to kick in a door that was probably pretty sturdy. Sure, Richie was going to be the only one who saw it but there was bound to be a little teasing about it later. When they were safe. When they felt better. When they could look back at all of this and joke. Not that they'd ever been able to joke about It or even look back at the experience and pull humor from it. This would be different. They wouldn't forget this. "Or... no. You hold onto the key and open the door. We'll go through together and I'll figure out how I'm going to kill that fucking ghost."

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-11-29 10:24 pm UTC (link)
There wasn't much that kept Richie quiet for too long, but abject horror kinda tended to do him in. He could offer a joke or two, but when it came down to it, his jaw sort of ended up clenching and he preferred to bury his face in some (any) part of Eddie and try to let it all pass around him.

He hated it, though. And he was getting tired of it, of being soaked in gray water, dirt, blood. The only thing that made this remotely okay right now was that the blood he was currently wearing wasn't Eddie's this time. And because of that, when Eddie asked for the key, and then backtracked somewhat, Richie steeled himself and pulled the key from his pocket.

"It's a doorway, numbnuts," he said, squaring up in front of the door it was meant to open. "No one walks through two at a time. I'll go first." Like fucking hell was he going to let Eddie take point and be vulnerable to whatever was inside that room. He pushed the key in the lock, and it took two tries because he was vibrating -- or maybe just trembling -- and then turned it before pushing the door wide open.

And there, instead of a room full of more blood and ghosts and killer clowns or whatever the fuck, was the room full of other Doors. The town. At least, that's what it looked like to him, but then, he'd given up on his glasses and everything was a blur. "Eds?" He asked for confirmation, quiet.

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[info]ekaspbrak
2019-12-03 11:26 pm UTC (link)
Honestly, Eddie really hadn't minded having Richie's face pressed into him... or the attempt that had been mad because he was soaked in sticky blood too and he doubted Richie was going to want to press his face against any of that. He didn't even want to cling to Richie. Getting tired of it, however, was probably a good thing. It was kinda like Eddie deciding to get angry instead of scared. It would move Richie forward instead of freezing him in place. So maybe Eddie missed the comfort he always managed to steal from that contact but he was proud of Richie.

For a moment, anyway. He wasn't really happy about the teasing. "You know that's not what I fucking meant." He huffed because, yes, maybe his mind had wandered back to the doors. Back to the last time they had been forced to make a decision and the ones they made on their own were wrong. He'd told Richie that the next time they'd go through the regular Scary door but he meant that they'd do it together. They'd face the things that scared them together.

He wasn't happy about Richie's newfound bravado because he didn't like the idea of the other going first. He was pretty sure it had something to do with having watched Eddie die beneath that house. That this was his way of making sure that never happened again. He appreciated it, sure, but it also meant Richie was making himself vulnerable and Eddie sort of hated that. He let it slide. For the moment, anyway.

Once the door was, finally, open they were confronted with... nothing Eddie had expected. It just hall they had been standing in before. The one full of doors. They were back in town and Eddie was a little disappointed. He was definitely something because he'd been ready for a fight. Now he was just covered in blood and miserable, a little tired as the anger and the adrenaline rush that came with it slipped away. "I guess I'm not figuring out how to kill a ghost." He said, moving past Richie to go first but making sure to grab his hand as he went. "I call first shower."

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[info]trashmouthloser
2019-12-05 03:29 am UTC (link)
The thing was, Richie would do most anything Eddie asked without question (although not always without complaint) but there were some things that he simply wouldn't be able to give up. Stuff like ... putting Eddie before himself. He couldn't do that. He simply couldn't. Even if it if was selfish or unfair, Richie was always going to value Eddie over himself. Those were just facts and it didn't matter if Eddie tabled the discussion for later or not.

"I hate ghosts," he decided, his hand slippery in Eddie's. But his relief was real and it felt easier to breathe one they were out of that hotel and back in what was now the real world. Their world anyway. Everything was still a blurry mess, but he knew it all well enough by now where it wasn't like he needed guiding even without his glasses. "Dude, we're sharing the shower," he said, thinking it completely unbelievable that Eddie wanted to go first. What was Richie supposed to do? Just stand there, soaked and bloodstained, for the million hours it'd take for Eddie to finally feel clean? No way. This wasn't even a flirty thing, not even remotely. It was just... smarter. More efficient. And maybe Richie couldn't tolerate the concept of being away from Eddie for that long, not right now.

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