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ofyellowraincoats replied to your post: Starter Call

I have all of the losers @ loserleader too

Sweet! I’m adding Bill and Eddie! Anyone else in particular you’re looking for interactions for/with?

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“Well what do we have here?” The lanky boy mutters, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he leans down, his hands cupping his knees, “Out alone huh? Where’s B-B-Billy?” He mutters, mocking the boys older brother’s stutter.

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Bill never really understood the saying “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone” until Georgie died.

He was a pain at times, and they argued and called each other names, but that was just what brothers did. When it really came down to it, Bill loved his little brother, even if he was constantly tripping over his stupid toys.

After Georgie had died, his stutter got worse. He struggled over even the simplest sentence no matter how hard he tried. Home was...he wasn’t even sure if it could be called home without Georgie there. His parents rarely spoke to each other or him anymore because while Georgie was gone, his ghost had been left behind.

Bill hadn’t meant for it to happen. Richie had reminded him once that Bill had loved Georgie – when he had made that boat, he had wanted him to be happy, to have the fun that Bill couldn’t cooped up in bed, ill. It was just a paper boat. There had been no way that Bill could have known what would happen...

If he hadn’t have been ill though...if he’d have gone out there with him, his little brother might still be alive.

He had failed to protect Georgie, but there was nothing he wouldn’t do to bring him back.

Even give up his own soul.

So there he was, alone in the sewers and looking for his brother.

“Juh-Juh-Georgie, are you th-there?”

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Nothing could cheer Bill up, and Richie had a hard time seeing how anything ever could, short of Georgie just showing up on his doorstep one day with his happy little smile and bravely trying to keep up with his older brother... fuck, Richie missed him too. The disappearance seemed too sudden, too unreal. He had toyed with the idea that Georgie might still be alive somehow. The incident in the Neibolt House proved that the clown would lie about anything, so what if he was just held prisoner?

It was with that mindset that Richie had returned to the Neibolt House. IT wasn’t there, so he wrote ‘Give back Georgie’ with a purple sharpie on the back of his very own Missing poster and put it on the inside of the door before he left. Two nights later IT sought him out, unfolding from his closet with great flourish as Richie pulled and pulled on the door handle to get out.

They bartered. Or rather, Richie desperately tried to ask the right questions and offer the right things for IT to deliver what IT hinted IT could - Georgie. It wasn’t until Richie had mentioned his soul that the blue eyes turned yellow with interest. “You would change for him?” IT asked and for a brief moment IT sounded almost sane. Richie had replied impatiently that yes, of course he would! It had sounded like a solid deal to him, he didn’t really believe in God and whatever intangible thing IT wanted from him was fine if it would bring back Georgie. 

“Done.”

The rest he remembered in fragments. It might have taken hours or seconds, it was impossible to tell. Those red lips stretching impossibly wide. A cold, white light, brighter than anything he had ever seen. Drops of it hitting his tongue. The center of his chest... glowed? Then nothing.

When he woke up the sun was setting. Had he slept through the entire day? Every joint hurt as if he had the flu, his skin was hyper sensitive and his gums itched. To top it off he was hungry. Ravenous. It came as no surprise that his parents had left him nothing, no note or food or anything. He was used to that, barely felt more than a passing sting of hurt at the realization that they probably hadn’t even noticed that he hadn’t left the bed all day. He ended up eating everything he could find but when he finally left the house he was still hungry.

But he had to see. He had to know. Would IT make good of ITs promise? He went straight to the sewers for the answer, guessing that if he wanted Georgie he’d need to pick him up himself. After a few minutes of walking and no sign of anything bigger than rats, he started to call for him.

“Georgie! Are you down here?” he called, shivering. It felt weird, as if he was summoning a ghost. “Georgie!!” Part of him didn’t really expect an answer.

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You are pure gold, just fyi. We may never write together but I will follow you for life. Jareth is my fave. The Labyrinth is my fave. (Been watching it since kindergarten) Bowie is my fave. (Came out as an infant when I told my grandparents I was going to marry him) You are now my fave. Kbye.

{ ;; jeSSUS CHRIST ALRIGHT I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU’VE SAID ???????????? <3 I WILL MAKE IT MY MISSION TO FIGURE SOMETHING OUT W/ U NOW -- also i am a terrible fave to have i am a disaster lol }

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YODELS ABOUT IT FOR A CENTURY. Maybe we can put this together some day. Put out an open casting call and fill zee roles.

I feel like there would be SO much interest for this group verse

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ofyellowraincoats replied to your post “now I remember why I stopped iconing Mike for a while. BECAUSE HE WORE...”

But consider this: El is gone and he is depressed. Depressed people repeat outfits because they're too depressed to shower and/or change or deal with basic hygiene.

Oh yeah most definitely, i sit here and go this is the physical representation of how done my son is with the world. The fact that he’s wearing the same clothes for three days in a row, and hasn’t gone back to his house in that long too. Then I get sad because my poor son.

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“H-hop on quick, G-georgie,” Bill whispered conspiratorially to his brother. He held Silver steady for the younger boy to jump on. His mom would kill them if she saw him drive off with his baby brother on the back of his monstrous bike. They already thought the bike was dangerous and hated him riding doubles but he wanted to show Georgie what he and his friends had found in the Barrens. “It’ll be a se-e-cret!’