Wxlksxflxfx​  /  Bill Denbrough * !!

{ melisa pamuk, cis woman, she/her } have you heard that ( johanna mason ) from ( the hunger games ) appeared in town?  i know, i can’t believe it either.  she is ( twenty-nine ) years old and is a ( physical trainer ).  I’ve heard that she has a tendency to be ( brash & sly ) and ( protective & gutsy ), and they have ( all ) of their old memories.

BASICS

name: johanna mason nicknames: jo ( only by a select few, if you’re not of them prepare for a fight bless ) age  /  birthday: 29  /  october 25th astrological sign: scorpio hometown: district 7 ( known for lumber ) height: 5′7″ occupation: physical trainer. former victor, mentor & tribute gender  /  pronouns: cis woman  /  she/her orientation: pansexual

THE PAST

you can read all about the gal who deserved way more in the mockingjay movies right here !! ( tw: weapon mention, murder, torture, trauma, aquaphobia )

long story v short, she’s tired™.

IVYWOOD

johanna slowly managed to settle into a somewhat normal life after the rebellion. she visited the friends that she, much to her surprise, met along the way. though her guard always remained high, but a bit lower with a few select individuals. however one day she woke up in a hotel room in ivywood with all of her memories still in tact. confused, she tried to remain in the shadows as johanna learned all that she could, which unfortunately for her wasn’t much. worried it has something to deal with snow’s followers rebelling back, she’s been a bit of an ominous presence, waiting to find someone she knows or to find more information before her fight instincts kick in ( which ... knowing her they always do ).  even so she can be rather sarcastic & blunt, if she doesn’t like you, you’ll know. while exhausted™ ( & that being an understatement ) from everything she’s gone through, johanna is never one to give up a fight, even when she have nothing left. upon hearing some others don’t have all their memories however, she may perhaps be a bit jealous, but still will want to help, though in a way she doesn’t wish for anyone to be able to remember all that they’ve gone through.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

rival, friends who roast but support each other bless, someone perhaps she’s suspicious of?, a good friend or two would be nice — though to get her to relax™ takes a lot, workout bros, clients, etc etc — & all the things !! & just like with bev, if you’d like to plot with johanna please make that heart blush & i’ll come to you sometime !!

{ scott eastwood, cis man, he/him } i’m sure you’ve seen ( ethan jackson ) around ivywood.  he is ( thirty-four ) years old and is a ( hiking guide ).  i’ve heard a rumor that he is a huge fan of ( nature documentaries, comedies, & 80s films ) and have a tendency to be ( compassionate & observant ) and ( apprehensive & malleable )

BASICS

name: ethan jackson nicknames: tba age: 34 astrological sign: i’m still debating on which one he is but i’ll add that here when i do bless hometown: london, england height: 5′ 11″ occupation: hiking guide gender  /  pronouns: cis man  /   he/him orientation: bisexual

INFO

{ tw: abandonment, suicide, trauma, general family issues }

ethan, the fifth out of ten, literally && metaphorically knew what it was like to be in the middle, to be quite average. growing up he tended to just get by. he was one to do what he was told && wouldn’t make too much of a fuss ; anytime a group of children are around it’s always a bit loud, even when there were just five of them, let alone ten. ethan wanted to bring even the smallest bit of peace that he could. ethan was always more of one to speak up when asked, though whenever outside or when watching a comedy or movie with animals in it oddly enough one couldn’t ever get him to shut up. 

as expected when surrounded by music he grew up loving it, a fan of 70s && 80s rock. ethan also had a soft spot for the piano. when taking one-on-one lessons he was fine, but at his first piano recital he got up on stage && froze, massive stage fright. ethan ran off without playing a single note. despite how long ago it was he still holds shame for it ( a disappointment, not knowing what he was good at, if anything ) && truthfully it made him thankful to be in the shadows, only made him thrive in it a bit more. even now despite how close the siblings are he hardly ever plays && if so it’s only when a few are around.

while perhaps not fully unexpected it still hurt when their mother left. ethan tried to remain rather stoic about it, though there was always a part of him that held onto a bit of hope that things would work out in the end. he preferred to see the good in people, even when it may be difficult to find. on the bad nights he’d pitch up a tent && hope for comfort. after that though he tried to cut off his thoughts, his feelings from it all ; didn’t want to overthink it. he behaved similarly after their father committed suicide. but this time even the thin fabric felt suffocating. thankfully counting stars was easier than counting sheep, made it feel like the world was bigger than all their issues — or so he told himself. as usual, after the funeral he tried to not think about it for very long at any given time.

the family moved to the states to focus on their american label. it was then that he found his love for thru-hiking. when his legs ached after a 24 mile or more day it was near impossible to ponder over much else. after graduating high school he skipped college && focused on the long list of trails he wished to see. in between long hikes he worked random jobs, mostly construction. while the jackson’s were well off he felt guilty using their parents’ money, whether that’s simply because he’s stubborn or angry he’d rather not delve into figuring out.

ethan managed to see a lot of the world on his feet, though no matter what his family always brought him back home from one couch to another. april was coming up, && despite how much easier it’d be to stay out on the trails he decided to come back home to be with the family, especially during a difficult anniversary. thus he decided to take a bit of a break && give himself more roots in ivywood, settling into a quaint townhouse of his own near his siblings. though, more often than not you’ll find him somewhere in nature.

                    while she loved seeing most of her childhood friends again, beverly sensed that it wasn’t all quite as HARMONIOUS as one would like it to be. she could see wanting to have a go at normalcy. after all, until they showed up && she in turn remembered derry && the summer of ‘89 that’s what she had in a small sense. perhaps it was because she didn’t remember it all, because she didn’t exactly know what she was fighting for or running from, but she had to know what was going on in this place in hopes of once again remembering everything. she waved to bill as she walked in, grabbing her own cup of coffee before sitting across from him. “how’s it going ??” in life && with figuring out what all was going on. “looks like things haven’t changed much from the party, with the border anyways.”

@heartsofember​ ~ Starter for Beverly

Part of Bill thought that Richie was right, that maybe they should just stay here and take advantage of this second chance. However, the other part of him felt like they had to at least prove this wasn’t Pennywise. His reasoning being that if they could get rid of the threat, it would be easier to relax if they knew they there wasn’t something constantly lingering over them. It seemed some of his friends agreed, or so he thought. Hoped even. Sitting at a table in the coffee shop, his hands moved the cup in front of him around, his mind wandering a bit as he waited for Beverly to arrive. 

edgcofgreat​  /  rue * !!

               Rue’s  eyes  went  wide.  It  wasn’t  a  question  that  she’d  expected,  and  she  honestly  had  to  think  for  a  moment  before  answering.  “  Well,  right  now  I’m  reading  Pride  and  Prejudice.  We  didn’t  have  a  lot  of  books  like  this  back  home,  and  so  far  it’s  a  pretty  good  read.  ”  She  smiled,  holding  up  the  book  in  question.  “  I  don’t  know,  it’s  hard  for  me  to  pick  a  favorite.  ”

                    "a fan of LOVE i take it ?? well, it is the season, can’t fault you for that.” luna knew it was a classic, but it was one she had yet to read. “i’ll take your word for it && get it,” she nodded with a knowing smile. “i guess it was rather unfair of me to ask. there’s so many && sometimes it depends on the day.” a pause, she racked her brain for how even she’d answer that question. “ — have you heard of area 51 ?? i read a book about it once, had evidence to support the study of aliens there. i quite enjoyed that one. then again, to say it’s my favorite ?? it’d be a stretch.”

wxlksxflxfx​  /  jo march * !!

Listening to the girl, Jo nodded her head and smiled. “That honestly sounds like it would be such a nice idea. Then you have easy access and a a great way to display everything.” She agreed, already able to see the idea she pictured in her head. “Um, I was just kind of looking for something that was made of a good wood. I’m really not one to do the whole color scheme thing. That would most like be more of something my sisters Beth or Amy would focus on.” She commented, letting her shoulders shrug. “I just need something that, when I spend days at, isn’t going to be completely useless.” Jo explained as she went back to looking at the furniture in front of her. “Um, sure! I’m more than happy to work together on this. Maybe it’ll be a lot faster and I won’t have to make all the decisions on my own.” She laughed. 

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                    “something about having another person back you up in a decision makes it so much easier,” bev affirmed, holding out her hand for the other to shake. “i’m beverly marsh.” at the mention of two other sisters, she couldn’t help the curiosity. an only child, && a relief it was simply based off how things were, she still wondered what it’d be like to have siblings. “sounds like you guys at least BALANCE each other out well.” bev warmly quipped, listening carefully to what the other was looking for. “actually, the one i got wasn’t anything super fancy, but i’ve liked it.” the redhead took a few steps down the aisle before pointing out the desk she bought a few weeks back. “i’m not sure what you’re using it for, but i have a computer && printer on it && still have room for a few of my sketchpads.” bev still preferred pen && paper to the art program she had. “but if you’re gonna be sitting a while, i recommend a good chair above anything else.”

edgcofgreat​  /  ben hanscom * !!

               This  should  have  been  a  fun  night,  especially  now  that  Beverly  was  here  with  him,  but  Ben  just  couldn’t  bring  himself  to  let  loose.  One  would  think  that,  with  this  being  the  second  time  that  Bev  didn’t  remember  their  relationship  now,  he’d  know  what  to  do,  but  unfortunately  he  was  just  as  lost  as  the  last  time.  “  Hey,  if  anyone  here’s  wearing  a  clip-on,  it’s  Richie.  Not  me.  ”  He  chuckled  softly,  trying  to  stop  his  expression  from  falling  but  ultimately  failing.  Suddenly  he  felt  as  though  he  was  twelve  years  old  again.  “  I  dunno,  maybe.  ”

🎈❤️🔥

                    brows furrowed tightly in immediate CONCERN at his fallen expression. her heart ached deeply to see him upset, it always had. this time however, the feeling was accompanied by the inkling suspicion that she was missing something. a stir of the heart that only started when she saw ben && some of the other losers again. hands grasped his arms, squeezing them comfortingly. “hey, i’m already missing that smile. besides, you got it. keep hangin’ tough && take it step by step. maybe we can even ask the boys in the band to play one of your favorite songs to make you feel better.” face remained stoic for only a moment before beverly could no longer hide her smirk. perhaps too many NKOTB references, but she couldn’t help herself — she had time to make up for. “&& if not impressed, their loss. plus, that simply means you’re stuck with me the rest of the night.”

                    a whole 27+ years of memories just gone ?? apparently so. the news was UNSETTLING && adding the fact that they were now TRAPPED here only made it worse. it made it easy to down the free alcohol, however. bev had just finished another glass when she felt someone’s grasp. instinctively arms crossed in front of her however she’d recognize that voice anywhere ( even if it was much deeper than when she last heard it ). instantly she relaxed, practically throwing herself into his arms as she shook her head. “don’t you DARE try to pull away that quickly, richie dear !!” a tight squeeze, elated tears billowing in eyes before drawing down cheeks. memories or no memories, beverly knew it had been too long since she’d seen her best friend. “fuck you by the way, making me mess up my make-up,” she quipped as she slowly pulled away, she’d blame the liquor for the tears later. bev wiped them away as a knowing smirk crossed her lips. “well for supposedly looking this good it took you way too fucking long to notice me. i’m almost hurt,” tone nothing but teasing. bev finally managed to take him in. bev playfully looked him up && down before cupping his cheeks, giving one a solid pinch. “you’ll be breaking hearts tonight, richie rich. i told you, you’d grow into your looks.”

@heartsofember​ - bev

Richie had been so excited to see all of the losers for different reasons. Stan and Mike had been for more…hidden reasons, ben and bill had been pure happiness in seeing that they were okay and alive and still them, eddie had been a relief, but nothing compared to seeing Bev. Sure, he was really close with some of the other losers, some even competed for the girl’s spot but no one ever won. Bev was the reigning champion of ride or die’s in Richie’s mind. So seeing her standing there in the corner of the ballroom, looking as if she was trying to find someone, Richie found no better opportunity to rush up to her and just grab her close. “Bevvie baby! I can’t believe it’s you!” he said holding her close before releasing her, realizing that rushing to hug her may not have been the smartest idea but hey….it was him. “You look so good tonight, you know that? I mean all the loser’s do but wow…do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to show up? You sure do know how to keep a man waiting, Beverly Hills.”

edgcofgreat​  /  draco malfoy * !!

               Draco  frankly  couldn’t  blame  Luna  for  their  reaction,  and  if  this  conversation  had  taken  place  a  couple  months  ago  he  might  have  even  found  it  satisfying.  But  he  had  to  admit,  as  terrible  as  the  feeling  was,  it  stung.  “  If  that’s  what  you’d  prefer,  so  be  it.  ”  He  muttered,  content  to  move  on  until  they  asked  a  question.  Letting  out  a  sigh,  he  shrugged.  “  A  month,  give  or  take.  ”

☆.。.:*・°

                    while luna may not exactly be worried about the all the rumors of this town going around, they did want to understand. always CURIOUS, always wanting to help even if they hardly knew how to. regardless, luna was more likely to embrace one’s theories instead of knocking them down. “well it is a new place ; some would say that calls for a fresh start.” they shrugged, nodding along. “myself as well i think. but seems like there are way worse off places to be.”

                    there wasn’t much that could NUMB the memories of the past, especially here. no morphling to be found ( then again, perhaps it was a strange, painful blessing — she’d seen what morphlings became ). && while liquor was hardly the same, it would do. hand raked through hair that johanna once questioned would ever grow back as she made herself comfortable, brow arched at her words as unamused gaze turned towards the other. “well —” a pause, her sights now moving around the ever crowding bar. “guess you better save that one.” johanna mused, pointedly looking at the chair opposite of Katarina. “first come, first serve,” she chimed with feigned warmth, slight smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

—- “Are you god damn kidding me?” Katarina exhales as her eyes fix upon the bartender. He had a very specific task. And that task was? To fill a wine glass with human blood. However, This human was a complete useless individual. She clears her expression and it switches to a sincere one – a grin upon her face & her body leaning in towards him. “If immortality is what you want, I will gladly give it to you. But, you need to follow directions exactly as I say.” Katarina speaks softly before locking eyes with him and compelling him. “Re-fill this cup. to the rim.” And with that, the man goes to the back. A devilish smile upon her and within a second, it fades to hear someone sat by her. But, the smile returns as she looks at the person before her. “I believe this seat is taken.”