notafuckingnut: ([wee]: think think think)
[personal profile] notafuckingnut
[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.]

video

Date: 2012-10-24 01:29 am (UTC)
trenchcoatedly: ✪<lj user=palejewels> (Φ child † disbelief)
From: [personal profile] trenchcoatedly
[There's a sense here. A hunch...]

Maybe he's in a closet or something.

Date: 2012-10-24 08:35 am (UTC)
sharpememory: (Kid perturbed)
From: [personal profile] sharpememory
Is a buster a dog? I saw a dog before. It was huge.

Date: 2012-10-24 02:43 pm (UTC)
alwayshasaplan: (smirk)
From: [personal profile] alwayshasaplan
It's cool, Richie, I'm here. I'll catch up with you in a minute and get him back for you.

[He has a vague memory of Richie's room number, though he can't remember why.] I got some candy for you too. [Why the hell there is a big bowl of candy in his room he has no idea, but he isn't about to question it because there are Snickers minis involved.]

Date: 2012-10-25 02:17 am (UTC)
surrenders: (ohshi-)
From: [personal profile] surrenders
[oh god.]

Richie? I can go find your brother.

Profile

notafuckingnut: (Default)
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

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Page generated Jun. 12th, 2025 10:14 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios