Wxlksxflxfx​  /  Bill Denbrough * !!

wxlksxflxfx​  /  bill denbrough * !!

Listening to her, he wasn’t surprised by the respond that she was having. it was similar to the response that they all were having when they first went back to Derry. None of them remembered anything, and when they did, they all freaked out. Hearing her statement, he shook his head. “I’m sorry Bev, I wish it was. But it isn’t. This is what’s really happening.” If Bill knew of a way to get them all back to their homes, their lives, he would, but he had yet to figure anything out. “A couple of them died. Stan and Eddie. Well, Stan never made it back to Derry, and Eddie didn’t make it out of the fight.” He explained, keeping his voice low. “So far I only know of Mike not having them, but I haven’t talk to the others yet.” 

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                    bill’s words only made her finish off the drink that much sooner. dead. in the bathtub — a thought she couldn’t place but was repeating over && over again. she could hardly imagine it. the group always felt like it was supposed to be seven. five would be incomplete. while she couldn’t remember it, already it felt like parts of her were missing. “— so what you’re saying is whatever is happening here is at least sort of like what happened at home, even the second time ??” focusing on missing memories would only cause stress at the given moment, bev instead tried to focus on something she maybe could somewhat handle. “if that’s the case then we gotta get out.” though hearing of the closed border wouldn’t help the cause. “you reckon whatever thing is blocking the ways out goes underneath the street level ?? that it’d—” she paused, hating to even say it. “— block passageways in the sewers too ??” 

                    despite the  l o n g  line, finn was rather preoccupied with studying the technology this system had. while advanced in some ways, it also severely lacked in others. no ships, not even speeders. cars, they were something, but damn were they SLOW. if they had the falcon, or really any old ship, they could all be outta here by now. the droids, that’s the only word he could use to describe them, that people were using to select their orders were the same ... slow. finn chuckled at her words, shaking his head. “to be fair, the people ahead of us just might not know how to use those things.” he certainly didn’t. “that or the droids are just acting up. some of the ones i used to know were quite stubborn with when && how they wanted to work.”

Month number two. It was ridiculous. Is ridiculous. Will likely be ridiculous for a very long time. Peggy wasn’t as angry at Howard now. Didn’t mean she didn’t want to be. Having time to cool down and take stock of her situation not that she really had much of a choice was vaguely a good thing. Only vaguely. No more than that. She still had yet to settle down. Any moment, she couldn’t help thinking hoping, she’d disappear from Ivywood and find herself back home with her family. Back home to her position as director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Any moment at all now please. The only thing that happened was the line became one shorter. Peeking around the person in front of her, Peggy nearly tutted at the lack of progress. “How long do you think it will be until there’s an employee out here taking our orders the old fashioned way?”

xesotericconundrumx​  /  lulu * !!

lulu looked up and at the man and swallowed back her tears and tried to smile at the joke. it was a weak attempt and past her would have loved that pun. she nodded, “yeah better then spilled milk.” gathering up some things in her arms the blonde nodded vigorously. “i’m fine. really. you ever just have one of those days when you know it’s all going to be toppling down but you don’t know what gonna push it.” that was her every day life. “I really should just get reusable bags at this point. but my cart is broken so one thing at a time ya know.”

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                    a slight nod, he may not know exactly what the other was going through, but the feeling was familiar. frankly, he wouldn’t admit that to anyone who actually knew him. mike munroe was supposed to always be on top of the world. more often than not he felt like he was missing something, or that maybe he wasn’t doing what he should. “there’s always hope for a better tomorrow, that’s probably what i’m supposed to say. i’ll keep my fingers crossed that’s the case for you. but as for your cart i could take a look at it if you think it’s salvageable. i don’t know a lot about fixing things but i do like to try to figure shit out.”

- Isabel Allende

{ abigail cowen, cis woman, she/her } have you heard that ( beverly marsh ) from ( IT ) appeared in town?  i know, i can’t believe it either.  she is ( twenty-three ) years old and is a ( fashion designer/apprentice ).  I’ve heard that she has a tendency to be ( guarded & enigmatic ) and ( resilient & benevolent ), and they have ( some ) of their old memories.

hello !! i’m nikki & stoked to be here. i actually need to attempt™ sleep soon since i’m heading out of town early in the AM — but my other two intros will be up in the evening when i get back !! but alas, if you wanna plot with this gal make that heart blush & i’ll try to come to you either on discord or here. or !! feel free to msg me anytime & i’ll be forever grateful <3.

BASICS

name: beverly marsh nicknames: bev, bevvy, beaverly, molly ringwald age  /  birthday: 23  /  february 13th astrological sign: aquarius hometown: derry, maine height: 5′4″ occupation: fashion designer  /  apprentice gender  /  pronouns: cis woman  /  she/her orientation: bisexual

THE PAST  /  WHAT SHE KNOWS

due to the nature of her upbringing & of the novel/mini-series/movies, i’m just going to link her wiki here, but please proceed with caution ( tw: child abuse — all kinds, bullying, sexual assault, murder, death, clowns, suicide )

IVYWOOD

After winning the first fight with Pennywise, instead of moving to Portand, Beverly & her aunt moved to Ivywood. While sad to leave her friends, with everything that happened in Derry it was a massive relief to get away. Much like the novel/movies, as the years passed on she remembered less & less of the horror stories she once knew. Beverly remembers all of the loser’s club, how great of friends they were — more so faces than names & how she felt about them. But It ?? Her memories aren’t quite as clear, though the more she runs into the Losers here, the clearer her memories of It during the first battle are ( tw: nightmares/night terrors, clown mention, death ). 

The reunion of the Losers 27 years later, the 2nd battle with It, and all that would’ve changed with that has been forgotten. Each night she wakes up in a sweat, voice sore from screaming at the visions of a clown, the death of two friends, both in horrific ways. She imagines herself older, caught in a marriage to a man just like her father, of a woman who lost her resilience & accepted her fate, as bleak as it was. Bev’s grateful every time she wakes that those are just dreams. However, little does she know they’re visions of what was once part of her future. When the nightmares are particularly bad she grabs a postcard she’s kept with her all this time, the poem written on in always a comfort. 

It took many years to feel comfortable in her skin, to let ginger locks grow past her shoulders once again. While still dealing with her childhood, mainly by avoiding it, she’s better. Always adventurous there’s almost nothing that she wouldn’t try on a dare. Beverly may be a bit guarded at first, but once the walls are chipped down she’s a friend for life. She’d do anything for her friends — especially when it comes to the Loser’s Club. Her love of fashion & tailoring her own clothes only grew & she’s started to make a career out of it. Bev studied fashion design in college & is currently with a major fashion designer until she’s ready to start her own line.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

since she’s been here for ~10 years i’m here for any & all the things — ride or die, friends, bad influence, party friends, a good influence, exes, you name it, i want it 👀

wxlksxflxfx​  /  scorpius malfoy * !!

Hearing a voice, Scorpius sat up and noticed the person standing in front of him, pausing a moment before responding. “Oh, it’s not the books fault. My brain just really isn’t in it today.” He responded, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. He appreciated the offer to help, but really didn’t know how he could be helped. “Honestly, I’m not really sure what you could do. I think my brain is just all jumbled up and it’s hard to get it organized enough to be able to actually function.” 

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                    a knowing grin crossed their features — “i wish my mind had a map or something sometimes. my thoughts always tend to wander && get lost.” sometimes it felt permanent — like when luna attempted to figure out what exactly was going on in this town. “you could try to focus on one thing at a time ?? easy to say i know. sometimes if you focus on the easiest thing && either figure it out or get it done you’ll least then feel accomplished.” luna paused, lips pursed more in thought before continuing. “or simply let yourself feel, think it all. it’s okay to have a bad day.”

wxlksxflxfx​  /  amelia andrews * !!

Listening to him list off the things that were great about event made the same smile on her lips grow as she nodded her head. It was his next sentence that made her chuckle before she shook her head. “Not on my own no, but I did have a hand in the planning team. And have been working at it for the last few weeks, and that’s just working on decorations and such.” She explained, shrugging her shoulders a little. “Honestly, celebrating is something I’ll probably do after the event with probably a giant ice cream and sleeping until I can’t anymore.” Amelia joked with a laugh. 

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                    dark gaze playfully searched around the venue — “well i don’t see anyone else close who seems to be on the team. so, you can just take the credit for now. as well as my thanks. anyone who helps bring some ENTERTAINMENT ‘round here gets my humble gratitude.” while a lover of parties, he wasn’t exactly a planner. mike liked to lived life on a whim, see where each day took him && deal with the repercussions of anything later or not at all if he could help it. he laughed along with her, shaking his head. “that you do. but you also gotta have at least a little bit of fun tonight. for my sake. knowing someone’s at a party && having a stressful time ?? talk about a downer. a minimum of one hour of fun, y’gotta promise.”

                    having not grown up with any TRADITIONS, finn found them all a bit odd, albeit fascinating. valentines day, one day to show love to family, to friends. he already knew it wasn’t going to be his favorite. in the midst of war, one day was never enough. he’d been admiring some of the questionable heart décor when he felt it — a draw to someone he couldn’t ignore even if he wanted to. finn had heard of the memory lapses, the identical faces that some people in this town had to endure, but he knew her. finn immediately rushed over to rey, arms winding tightly around her frame. “rey. you’re here. you’re okay.” a pause, brows worriedly knit. “i mean, you are okay, right ?? SAFE ??” @spcllbovnd​​  /  rey.

                    selfishly, it was relaxing being with only mike. it was strange, being jealous yet also fearful of whatever parts of the future were missing. but mike’s company was also simply welcomed, always would be. “it’s going well. the apartment is all furnished. i even have legit silverware, not just plastic from all the takeaway.” eyes glistened with jest, studying him carefully, taking him in. she had a feeling she’d be doing that for a while, always making sure they were really HERE. “what about you ?? finding everything alright ?? you know if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to ask.” another sip, eyes widening with excitement. “we should all go the the arcade sometime, for old times sake. && the lake when it gets a bit warmer out. you know if—” we’re still here ?? haven’t figured it all out by then ??  “— might as well enjoy the good parts of this place, right ??”

@heartsofember​ requested a starter | mike and bev

as much as mike did genuinely care for all the losers, he knew he wasn’t as close to some of them as the others. yet he was kind of glad for bev at the moment. were they the best of friends in their youth? no, but she was the only other member of their little gang that was suffering from memory loss and mike found it oddly comforting, even if he felt guilty about it. because she’d understand where he was coming from. how difficult it was to understand when the others started talking about the things he didn’t recall. and, well, it was just nice to see her, really. as they settled into the booth with their coffee orders, he couldn’t help smile. “how are you settling in? you got yourself sorted out?”

                    while never having a top score on any game, beverly liked to think she was rather decent at a few arcade games. or well, at least she once was. she tended to stick to the classics, like pac-man or frogger. having just turned some cash into game tokens, bev had yet to notice the party until she got a bit closer. at the other’s words beverly chuckled lightly as she turned from the group to ginny. she quite liked, though was always a bit weary of the idea of ever having her own. she wouldn’t want to fuck them up. “i can see that. but no. just came here in attempts to get a TOP SCORE. though, maybe i should wait. with them around they’re bound to kick my ass && that’d then just be embarrassing,” bev quipped.

open starter location: gametime arcade

tendrils of red hair were falling from her ponytail as she made another pass through the party room. if only she could use magic. then maybe she wouldn’t be so overwhelmed with the constant requests from a group of eight-year-old muggle children and their equally demanding parents. she’d just taken out more napkins and paper plates when she noticed someone loitering by the front door. she signaled to them she’d be just a second as she set down the items and hurried over, grateful to be away from the deafening laughter and screams even if briefly. “ hey, sorry about that. things are a little chaotic at the moment. are you here for the birthday party? ” she asked, pushing the stray hairs behind her ear.