notafuckingnut: (blechh)
[PUBLIC -- video]

[Two hours into port and Richie's already starting to get a headache. He's inside at least, wandered the halls until he started to feel like somebody was watching him and then he tried to find his way back to his room but he missed the floor and ended up all turned around.

Nothing supernatural. Just on-edge.

From there it was a disappointing once-over some of the rest of the place, mostly the bigger spaces, then back up to his room. The right one this time. And now he's set up at the table in his half, slumped down and taking up most of the space with gangly limbs, staring at the screen morosely.]


Anybody know if they've got a foosball table here? I couldn't find one.

[He raises one hand to rub at his temple, frowning briefly and staring off into nothing, but comes back after a moment and adjusts his glasses before returning his attention to the public at large.]

And it's fucking freezing. Did we hafta end up in a place where it's actually snowing?
notafuckingnut: ([wee]: think think think)
[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.]
notafuckingnut: (Default)
[Accidental!Video to the masses, Spam for Lua]

[The feed flips on, revealing a dark gray that shifts around with the sounds of motion, although voices can be heard, one clearly agitated and just as obviously male, the other more hushed and female.

Note for ease of following:
regular text is Richie, bolded text is Lua]

cut for length. )
notafuckingnut: (hoshit)
[Private to Graham, but....not so much at all.]

...There's something in my room.

THERE IS SOMETHING IN.MY.FUCKING.ROOM.

[Static]

-know, I know. It's old news, but. What the FUCK.

I'm not going in there. Even if it unlocks the door, I'm NOT fucking going in. There's something IN there.

...Fucking great.

[More unhelpful static]


-trying to fucking TALK to me.


[Feel free to either respond on the network or SPAM in the hallway outside his room, where he's currently pacing in an agitated fashion]

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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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