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sofia: exists me: SCREAMS
IF YOU’RE CRAZY, THEN WE’RE ALL CRAZY.
❛ well, well, well. you miss the sign by the door, beeverly? ❜ voice is laced with venom, dripping with mock interest. greta takes several steps towards the red head, the distance between the two in the isle closing within a matter of seconds. ❛ mister keene might not have printed it directly on the sign, but i’m sure girls like you shouldn’t be here. a pharmacy can only have so much pregnancy tests, right? ❜
@menstral !
FOR HOW MUCH she tries to remain unaffected, the sight of GRETA BOWIE still shakes up the marsh girl ! HOW EMBARRASSING ! heart skips a beat as blonde hair comes into sight - though she remains stone - faced, blue eyes just barely widen, muscles just barely t e n s e, she dares to step backwards one - two - three steps. “ i’m not looking for trouble, ” she replies calmly, voice low & quiet for the sake of the otherwise peaceful pharmacy. “ and i’m not buying any TESTS. ─ but good job on figuring out there’s a limit. ” a real martyr.
THEY’RE JUST SITTING together ! silence far from uncomfortable, magazines / comics spread around them, beverly’s piercing blue eyes have drifted from the pages of TEEN BEAT to pale, bespectacled face. she thinks a long time, eyes squinting with the question : “ can i try your glasses? ”
@vitrioli
“Man——what’s the fuckin’ point if the chicks aren’t naked? I mean, who actually wants to look at pictures of mostly naked chicks?! No tits, no ass——no fuckin’ nothin’! Jesus!”
“ LEAVING SOMETHING to the imagination ? ” she suggests, as if it’s OBVIOUS. but she looks at him, too, like she’s the last person to ask ( nevermind the explosive nature of the question ). “ i think they figure you guys are smart enough to figure out what’s underneath. ”
YOU EVER WANTED TO TURN INTO A GHOST ? she’ll float away in a cloud of dust , never to be seen ———- a whisper in the air . INVISIBLE TO ALL . stories soar quick , bound in contempt and child - like play . they hate her . everyone does ! scrawled lazily along the wall in the student bathroom reads the crude words CARRIE WHITE EATS SHIT . girls tease and taunt , sentences spat like venom . boys knock into her in the halls , stuffing obscene notes in the thin opening of her locker . ( * they tell her things she’d never repeat )
the kids think I’m funny , momma . they laugh at me ! and she’ll look up from table with a startled wince , as if expecting the other girl to slam a fist to her cheek . FEARFUL , wide eyed doe . now she would blink , only once , surprise engulfing her , along with the worry . the itching worry that this girl , this Beverly , is only playing one big , cruel joke on her . like the boys that ask you out on a date , only to stifle a chuckle as their grinning buddies watch from the sidelines . they mock you . ❛ really ? ❜ voice is meek , barely audible , but the soft / subtle smile ( * the smile you never see . the smile so rare ) that blooms is assuring nothing but agreement to her offer . ❛ yeah . yeah , I’d like that . my name’s Carrie . ❜
RUMORS SCRAWLED UPON bathroom walls. her own sharpie taken to scrawlings by strangers who found her phone number ( HER FATHER PICKED UP ONCE ! ). girls who pound on the doors & tell her to COME ON OUT, BEAVERLY !! approaching someone else - someone new - is new & the uncertainty shows. it’s the fear fleeting behind carrie’s eyes that convinces her this MUST be worth it. red - head no longer lets such fear show ; she tries not to think that other girls are feeling it ; her stomach is unsettled. no response is given to the question - REALLY ? - but a small smile crosses pink lips to match hers. it doesn’t reach all the way to her eyes, but she tries. “ carrie white, i know. ” CRINGE ! eyes stick down to her tray of food, she slides into the seat across from other girl. “ i mean. . . yeah, i’ve heard of you. ” no fixing it. they both k n o w where they lie on the social ladder. honesty pours from bev without much thought. “ it’s nice to meet you. ” DIDN’T THINK SHE’D GET SO FAR ! she knows she would be wary in carrie’s place. “ ah . . . yeah. ”
@menstral liked for a starter ! // s.c.
beverly marsh is a different kind of girl.
you couldn’t ask him to explain it, because he’d have no words - they’re beyond his vocabulary, lost, meaningless sounds in the world of language and understanding. her radiance transcends everything, and he’s noticed it for a long time - before the school play, when they were cast, long before that. and while he can’t describe exactly what it is, he knows it’s POWERFUL.
and she’s one of his best friends, so naturally, it isn’t that much of a stretch to ask her to hang out after school. even if he walks from his last class like he’s on some kind of MISSION - even if he takes a few seconds to breathe and collect himself before approaching her. “ beverly, ” he greets, as he hikes up the too-many books he’s carrying under his arm. one of the very few names he doesn’t trip over. “ do y-yuh-you wanna - i m-mean, d-d-do you- ” ( not again, bill, goddamn it. )
SO MUCH AS A GLANCE at stuttering bill & beaverly marsh said all anyone needed to know. even a girl so DIFFICULT to read on first sight ( especially in school, where cool & unbothered stares became her modus operandi ), she finds that she likes being around bill - around a l l thelosersbut some found a quicker way to her heart. slim fingers are wrapped loosely ‘round the straps of her bag, a small spring in her step as she - one of hundreds - makes her way out of the school, heading straight for looming apartment. the girl smiles at the boy when he comes to her - “ hey bill ” - is quick & soft, listening contently. and she’s patient with his stammering. call it tactless or kindness, she does nothing but L O O K at him ! waiting for bill to get the rest out.
PURE / GENTLE ! blue eyes trace the soft edges of her expression. ‘ y - you don’t have to teh - tell me, bev - beverly. i know. ‘
NOTORIOUSLY HARD to read, soft eyes stare out distantly. she trust him ! she’s comfortable ! she’s never felt it for a boy before. “ i know - i just, ” she didn’t KNOW . but she wanted to believe. “ i didn’t. not ANY of it. especially not. . . henry. ”
“ IT’S NOT TRUE, you know, what they say about me. ”
tagged by;; some1 did but i forget who soRRy ily guys tagging;; @beatsdevil @leadslosers @clownlike anyone else !!!
a . age : 18 b . birthplace : california c . current time : 8:25 pm d . drink you had last : coke zero e . easiest person(s) to talk to : uhh h hh my bes friend f . favorite song(s) : so many but uhhh rn i’m diggin nellie by dr dog h . horror yes or horror no : yES!!!!! i . in love ? : no sir j . jealous of people : sometimes?? not v often k . killed someone : well l . love at first sight or should i walk by again ? : try one more time m . middle name : elizabeth n . number of siblings : 2 o . one wish : pizza q . question you’re always asked : can i get a ride to ____? r . reason(s) to smile : i have raviolis yo s . song you sang last : know ur enemy from american idiot the original broadway cast t . top 3 fictional characters : max berber, holden caulfield, sally bowles u . underwear & color : grey panties w/ mint hearts v . vacation : i rly wanna go to europe w . when’s your birthday : july 11 x . x - rays : just dental y . your favorite food : spaghetti & garlic bread z . zodiac sign : cancer
NOT THE FIRST TIME. it is not the first time IT has been in her apartment. it is not the first time that IT has peered clear through the walls via those lights deep inside that confining human-like frame to find the girl in her room - like a heat sensor or a radar. it is also not the first time that IT has tried to take her away ( JUST FOLLOW THE DRAIN ).
shoulders are slumped , long & lanky arms hanging like those of a ragdoll as IT saunters down the hallway towards the last room. a DEAD END in a place full of opened doors ( especially when that father of hers isn’t anywhere to be seen ). but IT stops. right outside. face nearly touching the white wooden surface. close enough so that the blood red markings upon CLOWN face are nearly projected onto the surface. a funny little voice with a twinge of joy tied in , “ HELLOOO ? ” hand raises , fingers curled into knuckles. three raps upon the door. “ KNOCK KNOCK. ”
SHE HEARS THE VOICE & is certain it must hear her heart stop. WHAT DOES SHE SAY TO THAT? for once in her life, she finds herself wishing her father were home ( he would protect her, wouldn’t he? from a MONSTER ; at least that ). breath catches in her throat - every bone in her body says R U N !!! but where to ? she is trapped in the little space of her bedroom. derry elementary’s THE FROG PRINCE sits on her desk - she is surrounded by past & present , and her future lies somewhere far outside her bedroom. the shock wanes, as it must, and she KICKS blankets away to unplug lamp and grip it tight between her hands. make - shift weapon is obtained and bare feet step backwards within S E C O N D S of the voice ( already, it’s felt like eternity ). “ go away, ” she demands, it comes out with more of a shake than she intended. fingers tremble & blue eyes do not dare leave the door. she tries again, firmer. “ fuck off. ”
HE IS NOT PRONE TO THESE OUTBURSTS but pure rage sends stuttering boy into a quick pace, hands dancing against a gentle breeze, vocals tremor and spittle flies from his lips. he has been targeted by a bowers lackey, and at his feet, SILVER lay. the wheels of the great beast have been flattened by tacks. he’d caught victor criss pressing them in, and the peroxide blonde had dashed away laughing, likely to meet bowers and the others.
the audience to his anger consists of only beverly, but tall boy takes no prisoners. ‘ WHA - WHAT A BAH - BAH - BASSSSTARD ! ‘ so upset that eyes remain dry despite the ache in his chest. he struggles to get the words out, allowing sneaker clad feet to work out the aggression. finally, grace fails him, and he stumbles. a loud, sort of shrill cry tears through him and he kicks the dirt before plopping down next to ginger girl.
‘ i - i’m sssss - sorry, beverly. ‘ comes meekly. cheeks are flushed, but he seems to calm, staring out into the trees with cloudy blue eyes. ‘ how w - ah - was your day ? ‘
@menstral liked !
BILL DENBROUGH IS RELENTLESS in his rage ! never a fearful boy was he, but this is something else ! this is FURY pacing in front of her, hands flying with stammered words ( she doesn’t see what ever made the stutter ‘ funny ’ when his words power through - unstoppable ). it’s the anger of a VICTIM ! she knows all too well ; time after time, shit piles on, anger burns in your lungs ‘til it comes bursting out. beverly sits, the willing receiver to his words, leaned over her knees on the stump ( RANT , RANT , RANT ! she will listen ). his apology is so antithetical to his anger, it could almost make her laugh. at least he got it all out. “ it’s fine, ” she promises, voice cool as the flip side of the pillow . “ you have every right to be mad, you know. ” figures he does / but how many times has she just been OVERREACTING ? HYSTERICAL ? ON THE RAG? the least she can do is give him better. “ it’s bullshit. that they get away with it. ” despite the BULLSHIT, she’s not half as angry as him ( what she says are just facts, things the marsh girl has long since accepted ). “ I’M sorry. ”
my favorite part of IT is when beverly singe-handedly Kills It like for real it is actually dead and never comes back
