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[PUBLIC video]

[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.]

Re: video

Date: 2012-10-24 01:39 am (UTC)
trenchcoatedly: ✪<lj user=palejewels> (Φ child † insecure)
From: [personal profile] trenchcoatedly
Maybe he got lost and wandered in there by accident.

Re: video

Date: 2012-10-24 02:14 am (UTC)
trenchcoatedly: ✪<lj user=palejewels> (Φ child † to the sky)
From: [personal profile] trenchcoatedly
Sometimes people do things they shouldn't do. I don't know why. Do you want me to help you look for him?

What does he look like?

Re: video

Date: 2012-10-25 04:14 pm (UTC)
trenchcoatedly: ✪<lj user=palejewels> (Φ child † to the sky)
From: [personal profile] trenchcoatedly
I'm good at finding things. Where did you see him last?

Do you know what his soul looked like? The I'd be able to find him really fast.
Edited Date: 2012-10-26 08:23 pm (UTC)

Re: video

Date: 2012-10-27 03:20 pm (UTC)
trenchcoatedly: ✪<lj user=palejewels> (Φ child † disbelief)
From: [personal profile] trenchcoatedly
Huh? That's weird. What does Buster look like?

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Richie Gecko

It's a Dark Night

hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night

the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him

she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again

I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago

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