Wxlksxflxfx​  /  Bill Denbrough * !!

                    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. 

- Isabel Allende

beverly 📲 ben👷🏻

ben: i don't even know if i have it anymore honestly

ben: brown shirt and khaki shorts on the other hand, maybe

ben: you should, it was a good look for you! not that your short hair was bad

beverly: if not i'll make you one, just let me know.

beverly: and of course a walkman. can't forget that.

beverly: thanks, ben. short was what i needed at the time. but now both are good. though i still can't style it for shit lol.

And don’t ever forget, we’re losers, and we always will be.

wxlksxflxfx​  /  bill denbrough * !!

“I’m blaming Richie. Sounds like a kind of fuck up he would do.” Bill replied, shrugging his shoulders at the thought. He loved his friends to pieces, but he was well aware of who was usually the fuck up and who wasn’t. Although, the answer to that question was all of them. “But see, is it as shitty as Derry? I mean, if you really think about it, how did people never notice the pattern? Hell, Ben found it in a few weeks of living there.” Bill sighed before his head moved back and forth. “He’s an alien of some sort. Mike was able to figure out the ritual and everything about it. But beating him was easy once we were able to figure out how to do it. It just took us a while to figure it out.” 

・・・・・・

                    bev sighed in frustration, at the situation, at knowing next to nothing, for once again bill made a great point. “true. && for him to know that means this place can’t be under a curse, not like derry’s at least. none of the adults knew what was going on.” mouth dried the more they spoke of It,  f e a r  just as It always wanted. but it was important to know, to push past those feelings in attempts at understanding. “alien ??” puzzled, but it made more sense than anything else she thought of. “then we just have to figure it out again.” a bleak smile, nonetheless eyes turned warm && comforting a second later. “don’t try to stress yourself out too much. i know, words don’t mean much, but i feel like we’ll get this. don’t know how, but we will cause we’re all here && together.”

{ 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.

                    with the revelation that they were stuck here, more && more of luna’s memories no longer made sense. they were different from some of her peers && from what they were describing their world sounded idyllic && felt right. it explained why strange things happened sometimes ; lights flickering with heighted emotion, unlocking doors with one thought for instance. thoughts paused however when she noticed the other go from seemingly peaceful to distressed. “i promise that book isn’t so awful ... once you get past the first few hundred pages.” they trilled, offering a small yet kind grin. ”you seem upset. i know as a stranger i probably can’t do much, but is there anything i can do to help ??”

@heartsofember​ ~ Starter for Luna 

All Scorpius wanted to do was find his way home. He had a life and friends that he lost coming to this place, like most people. He didn’t even know where to start, or how to do it, but he was hoping that he might actually be able to figure it out. Sitting at a table in the park, his flipped through the book in front of him before realizing he was figuring nothing out, and possibly not even really reading anything. Letting out a breath, his head landed on his arms that were crossed over his book. His head felt like it was swirling and he couldn’t make sense of any of it. 

dcvinely​  /  marley rose * !!

Marley was somehow good at making decisions, especially if it wasn’t about herself. She could indulge into someone else’s life without ever having to think about her own. So, when the other had said that they did need the help, Marley let out a content sigh, soon a smile spread over her features. If she had learned anything while being in Ivywood, it was that it wasn’t as different as Lima, Ohio. Well, other than random people waking up here. Other than that, she found similarities between the two small towns. “Well, I’m definitely glad to help!” And with that, she went around to a few different clothing racks, picking and grabbing different clothing items for the other to try. When she finished, she returned with a smile. “I think these would look good on you, too.”

・・・・・・

                    the one shirt was all the help finn expected. while used to the community back on the resistance base, he doubted many other places could even come close to replicating it. how could they ?? after seeing && going through what they all did together, those bonds were forged. he couldn’t expect much from such a place he knew little about, but the kindness of others was a surprise, but welcomed. eyes widened with each additional item she picked, smile genial as he chuckled. eagerly, he took her suggestions without question. he may not have ever picked them for himself, but he found he liked them regardless. “see, i never would’ve picked any of this out. back where i’m from we just kinda wore what was durable.” a shrug, his smile only widened. “i’m finn. i can’t say i can help you with fashion, but i owe you one.” 

{ 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 !!

wxlksxflxfx​  /  bill denbrough * !!

Bill looked at her at little confused before responding. “What do I mean about the town? I mean, all these people randomly popped up here, including us. I don’t understand how these people just showed up. Like, it doesn’t make sense unless you want to believe in the idea of a parallel universe or something.” He offered, shrugging his shoulders as he thought about it more. “It’s not bad, but I don’t trust.” He continued. “They’ll catch us soon enough, unless we all stay apart. No groups bigger than three. Then it’ll be harder for them to find us within the crowd.” 

🎈❤️🔥

                    “wait—” a pause as gaze lingered, attempting to decipher it all. “you’re serious ??” if it were anyone else but one of the losers beverly wouldn’t believe it. but they had gone through so much in that summer, have seen inexplicable things. she didn’t doubt bill’s words. “i wouldn’t say anything is impossible anymore, unfortunately.” she muttered, lips pursed in thought as she tried to understand. “but we still have some TIME. before — you know. && we’re not in derry. It can’t leave.” hopefully. even in the midst of confusion there was comfort in the jests, smile once again crossing her lips. “good plan, big bill. we can create new identities, give ourselves whole new backstories so they’ll never guess such losers are crashing their party. it’d be like we were never here.”