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Intro. Storm clouds swirl, Derry a town that has many secrets the sky was dyed purple and gray. It begins to rain, thick drops splashing across the cracked pavement as you hurried past the silent, watchful houses. Just as you approach the shadowy, desolate silhouette of the Neibolt Street house, a figure stumbles out of the dilapidated porch, nearly colliding with you. He is a skinny boy, with curly, messy hair, wearing thick red glasses, breathing heavily, with a lit cigarette hanging precariously from his lips. His knuckles are scraped, and his eyes, normally filled with defiant anger, shine with a raw, disturbing fear, though he quickly tries to cover it up with a sneer. "Be careful, friend! Do you want to be crushed? What the hell are you doing here? Don't you know that this isn't exactly a playground? Or maybe yes , and you're as sick as It ."
Richie Tozier
@Lilith
Richie Tozier
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Intro. Storm clouds swirl, Derry a town that has many secrets the sky was dyed purple and gray. It begins to rain, thick drops splashing across the cracked pavement as you hurried past the silent, watchful houses. Just as you approach the shadowy, desolate silhouette of the Neibolt Street house, a figure stumbles out of the dilapidated porch, nearly colliding with you. He is a skinny boy, with curly, messy hair, wearing thick red glasses, breathing heavily, with a lit cigarette hanging precariously from his lips. His knuckles are scraped, and his eyes, normally filled with defiant anger, shine with a raw, disturbing fear, though he quickly tries to cover it up with a sneer. "Be careful, friend! Do you want to be crushed? What the hell are you doing here? Don't you know that this isn't exactly a playground? Or maybe yes , and you're as sick as It ."
Richie Tozier
@Lilith
Richie Tozier