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fucking-trashmouth:

“Same way Stan always ends up with a fuckin’ stick up his ass, I guess.” He said this almost solemnly, but in a very loud voice, as if there was any way Stan, who was at home, could possibly have heard him. Then he shrugged and looked down, poking at the ground with the stick he was holding.

“Or——no. No, that’s a different reason.” He hooked a piece of something on the end of the branch and flung it with no particular direction in mind——then he blinked, looking the way it had gone.

“But seriously——who doesn’t fuckin’ love sticks?” He shrugged his shoulders, looking back at Bill.

          HE ROLLS HIS EYES , gives the slow shake of his head and twists his thumb beneath the strap of his backpack sitting upon his right shoulder , “ th-they’re stuh-stuh---- sticks , richie.�� a-and . . . well , i-i---- i . . . i guh-guess . . . they can c-come in handy. ”

          bill’s beginning to take it back - all the whining he’s done about why that piece of wannabe-tree is tucked in richie’s hand.  spinning around on the rocks , careful not to slip on the more slippery patches , he reaches down to pluck a stick of his own from the ground.  one solid sword-like wave for confirmation.

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eddiespghtti:

             “ NOT THAT BAD ?? ” eddie scoffs, eyes rolled in mock disbelief. “ what’s GOOD about them, billy ?? ”

          “ yuh-you ever think about wh-what would h-happen i-if we fuh-found those k-k--- kids ? ”

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fuckiingclown:

 >> [richie was never one to turn down a challenge!– bill probably was plenty aware of that. so it probably wasn’t much of a surprise when richie got that smile on his face. he digs around in his pockets for a moment, but gets impatient quickly, so he just flips his pockets inside-out instead, causing a few dollars and a couple of random coins to fall to the carpet.]  >> [which, he of course leans down to scoop up.]

   " well, i see your bet, big bill, and i raise you ..!!– “ [he stands up, money now in hand.] ” –that you’re gonna regret that bet !! “  >> [his attention had been pulled away from an already ongoing game of his, or well, it was, until the screen suddenly flashed white, with a pained groan overlayed.]  >> [a big ’ game over! popping up in pixel-y text in it’s place. richie’s eyes widened a bit, and he’s quick to turn back to the machine, the reset button being hit. a slightly embarrassed laugh bubbles up as the game starts up again, his voice quieter then it had been before.]

   ” –aaaafter this round! “ 

 >> [he stops talking for a moment (a miracle, i know), attempting to refocus on the game at hand, head absentmindedly tipping.]    ” but, uh !!– wwwe should play that– it’s called like, turbo.. turbo something ?? the racing one! ya’ know which one i’m talking about? “    ” the.. one that like, just got plugged in last week, or whatever? “ 

          BILL , PERSONALLY , ISN’T MUCH OF A GAMER.  sure , he’s played his fair share of the easier things ( take pac-man for instance - the more popular of them all ) , but in no way , shape , or form is he anywhere near richie’s level.  but maybe this is a plan to somehow drag richie’s attention away from the screen for a minute ; maybe it’s a way to get richie to realize he isn’t alone in this place.  it’s sad to think about , really , but bill can’t help it.

          he’s smiling , a soft , half-smile that tugs at the right corner of his mouth.  the crumpled dollar in his hand - having been freshly pulled from his pocket - is tough to smooth out but his fingers work at it nonetheless.  his attention snaps back , brows furrowing and eyes turning to glance along the names plastered above each game lining the walls.  bill finally spots it - that . . . turbo - whatever - and he gives a nod.

          “ suh-sounds good.  yuh-y-you got enough c-c. . . cash , rich ? ”

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“I can’t go back to sleep after that. I need coffee– no, I need a drink, a stiff one.” ( menstral bev pls )

          CONCERNED ; dead serious until that last part - it prompts a bit of a laugh.  maybe it wasn’t the best idea that they all stake out the house on NEIBOLT STREET - sleep across the road in the field in tents and hopefully not get EATEN ALIVE by whatever lurks beyond those doors---- but bill’s had fun out here so far & about fifteen minutes prior to this moment , he’d heard a tent unzip. a few silent shuffles along the ground afterwards made him curious & he just decided to investigate.  little did he know.

          there was a fire earlier - not huge , though , because they definitely didn’t want the police showing up to question their sanity.  squinted eyes turn to the face of the watch upon his left wrist , arm tilting a bit towards the remaining sparks to try and read what the hands are saying.  a little past three.  not too much longer.

          but it took long enough for nightmares to get involved.  never did bill believe that beverly ( hair like winter fire - what does that even mean ? ) would be the first to suffer - but it doesn’t seem to bother him to sit with her.  he wasn’t sleeping well , either.  or at all.  “ you . . . y-you wuh-wanna talk about it o-or . . . ? ”

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nightmare starters

“Wake up! Wake up! It’s just a dream!” “What were you dreaming about…? You were shouting…” “I woke up because you were screaming so loudly.” “Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.” “It was so real! I swear! He/she was here!” “I don’t ever want to sleep again. What if– what if I dream about that again?” “If you tell me, it’ll go away. That’s what my mum/dad always told me and it’s never failed me.” “Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?” “I don’t want to go back to sleep…” “I’m so scared… I can’t stop seeing what I just saw. It was so vivid!” “There’s really nobody here, okay? Do you need me to show you around to prove that to you?” “How do I know I’m not still dreaming? You’re acting really strangely.” “Let’s get you to the shower, you’re covered in sweat.” “There’s really nobody else here.” “You’ve got a really bad fever. That must have caused those weird dreams.” “I don’t even know what a peaceful night’s sleep is like anymore.” “I can’t do this anymore. These nightmares have to stop…” “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.” “I can’t go back to sleep after that. I need coffee– no, I need a drink, a stiff one.” “How long have you been having these nightmares?” “I’ve had nightmares all my life, but they’ve been really bad recently.” “You get so worked up before you go to sleep, maybe you should try to relax a bit more. Maybe then you’ll get some rest?” “I’d kill for a peaceful night’s sleep.” “A dream catcher? Honestly? I’m not a child.” “Nothing’s ever helped this. I just need to learn to live with the fact that sleeping will always be a nightmare, literally.” “I’m so tired… but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep after that.”

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@menstral

          HE’S ALREADY SMILING - even before she can make it to him on the sidewalk , “ i d-didn’t th-think you were guh-gonna get to c-come. ”

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platiinvm:

                         doe  -  eyed, lost    :      it’s all a lot harder to memorize than the path to the study back home.   she’s adjusting her grip on her books, pushing the few quick steps to catch up before falling into pace with the boy.           ❛         i swear ‘bout a dozen’r’so folks’ve shown me ‘round t’day.  still ain’t got a clue. place is so big !         ❜

          HE CAN’T HELP BUT SMILE , a tiny grin that tugs at the corners of his mouth.  “ it’s okay , ruh-really . . . i duh-don’t have a p-problem with h-helping you out. juh-just gotta learn t-to navigate th-this muh-maze of a h-h---- hallway is all. ”

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@the-placebo-effect

          STOPPED , not a single movement more , “ yuh-you hear that , eds . . . ? ”

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@fucking-trashmouth

          “ RUH-RICHIE , ”  a long-winded sigh , “ how duh-do you always end up w-with a st-stick when w-we cuh-come down h-here. ”

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chariotsofthegodsman:

Palmer stopped as Bill approached him, turning around. “Sure - no problem, kid. If you, uh, have a pencil and paper, I could write somethin’ down for you. Is there anythin’ else you need far as information goes?”” 

          ANOTHER SECOND & he’s successfully yanked a rather rough looking piece of notebook paper right from the binding of one of his notebook , a half-sharpened #2 pencil tucked behind it and into the center of his palm.  bill sighs , works to maybe smooth the paper out a bit before handing it over , “ nuh-not that i kn-know of . . . not ruh-right now , anyway . . . ”

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platiinvm:

                       instinctively, gaze follows where he’s pointing, ‘fore rounding back.        ❛       lookin’ for the gym, actually.       ❜

          GYM - right.  gym . . . bill looks taken back , eyes giving a few blinks as they glance along the school courtyard.  “ th-through the cuh-cafeteria and to the ruh-right. ”  maybe ? sssshit.  “ maybe i should... juh-just---- ” he starts walking before he’s done speaking , waving an arm for girl to follow , “ cuh-come on. ”

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@morguevirus

          AWESTRUCK BOY ; “ w-what was that ?! what d-did yuh-you just do ?! ”

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@fuckiingclown

          “ I BET ---- ” he stops to pull a crinkled dollar or two from his pocket , “ i c-could tuh-totally knock your suh-socks off at s-some of those guh-games. ”

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@spiitfirebuds

          “ BELIEVE ME - y-you just . . . guh-gotta ignore th-those guys. ”

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@eddiespghtti

          A SIGH , brows furrowed , “ th-the barrens aren’t that b-bad , eds. ”

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@escapefromx

          SOFT SPOKEN ; “ i c-could pruh-probably . . . get you a muh-map of d-derry if you wanted. ”