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notafuckingnut) wrote2012-10-23 10:18 am
notafuckingnut) wrote2012-10-23 10:18 am
042 Creatures crawl in search of blood to terrorize y'all's neighborhood
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[The Richie that greets the network today is much smaller than usual, in the ballpark of seven, although even now he's mostly limbs, like a puppy that hasn't quite grown into itself yet. He stares at the screen with wide eyes, fear currently kept in check, but it looks like it could spill over at a moment's notice; he's seven today, and for the next few days. Seven wasn't exactly the best of years.
He's got his knees pulled up to his chest and skinny arms wrapped around them, and he chews on the inside of his lip for a moment before actually addressing his communicator.]
Seth? Are you there?
I can't find Buster.
[Buster's a green stuffed bunny with two different button eyes Richie didn't go anywhere without until he was about ten. Honestly? He's probably under the bed, but like hell is Richie looking under there right now. He is most definitely on TOP of the bed.]
[The Richie that greets the network today is much smaller than usual, in the ballpark of seven, although even now he's mostly limbs, like a puppy that hasn't quite grown into itself yet. He stares at the screen with wide eyes, fear currently kept in check, but it looks like it could spill over at a moment's notice; he's seven today, and for the next few days. Seven wasn't exactly the best of years.
He's got his knees pulled up to his chest and skinny arms wrapped around them, and he chews on the inside of his lip for a moment before actually addressing his communicator.]
Seth? Are you there?
I can't find Buster.
[Buster's a green stuffed bunny with two different button eyes Richie didn't go anywhere without until he was about ten. Honestly? He's probably under the bed, but like hell is Richie looking under there right now. He is most definitely on TOP of the bed.]
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[Dammit dammit dammit. Nobody checked for the Underbed Monster this morning. He hurries up to Richie's room and tries the door, already fishing in his pocket for a battered credit card.]
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I think it's open?
[It's not really HIS room, but just like Seth kind of remembers his room number, he kind of remembers that he doesn't lock the door.
He's inched closer to the edge when he hears Seth outside, but he's still not going any further. Sorry.]
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[He pushes the door open and strides in with a scowl, doing his best to look tough and businesslike. Grabbing a battered penlight out of his pocket, he turns it on and sticks his head right under the bed like a mechanic checking out a car's undercarriage. For a while he used to hold a piece of glass or a sharp pencil, or later his stolen pocketknife, when checking for monsters. But he never found anything more dangerous than a tiny mouse, so now he just did it to reassure Richie.]
All clear. Hang on. He fell down between the bed and the wall again.
[He squirms his way under the bed, wondering how in the hell he got too big to make it all the way under. When he comes out he has dust bunnies in his hair.]
Here we go.
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Thanks. You're the best.
[Bed checked, he has no problems hopping off onto the floor, looking up at Seth for direction.]
So what's the plan?
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Okay! Well, first we gotta get some food to go with this candy, cause I don't trust these guys to feed us enough. Then we should have some fun. The grownups are trying to corral everyone in one of the rooms, but I say to Hell with that. This isn't daycare. This is a prison. We've gotta disobey. It's the pr-p--pricipal of the thing.
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They gotta have a kitchen somewhere. It's too big not to have one.
What kinda fun?
[That sounds promising. LET'S DO THAT.]
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[A slow grin.]
I'm sure there are some places around here that could use...redecorating.
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[See? He's feeling better already. THIS IS WHY YOU ARE THE BEST, SETH.]
That could be fun.
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