You're Pennywise || Roxanne and Leroy
Leroy prowled around the corner, keeping an eye out for the little pipsqueak that had run off earlier. Little brat thought she could get away with what she had done. Though she could make a run for it and be safe. But she was playing with Leroy and she'd come to see there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
He stalked down the corridor, rolling under a window and pressing himself against the wall, tiptoeing until he heard voices, very loud, obnoxious voices, and then he ducked into the broom closet, peeking out through the crack in the door to watch as a group of girls passed by laughing and talking and making too much noise. And though their asses were nice, none of them were the ass he was after.
As soon as they passed, he was out of the closet and shooting down the hall and around the corner and out into the sunlight.
"Where, oh where, has my baby girl gone? Oh, where, oh where can she be?"
And then he spotted her, hidden behind a plant, a fern to be exact. A clever old move, but Leroy had seen and done every move in the book when it came to hiding and had even come up with a few news ones. He'd had to if he wanted to keep out of prison.
He crouched under a table and scuttled his way under another one and another one and another one, making sure to move when she wasn't looking. When he was close enough, he kept his eyes on her, inching, inching, and inching until she was right there and he grabbed her by the ankle and cackled loudly.
"You're It."
And he rolled away and to his feet and took off in a sprint,
