richie tozier · it chapter one · class clown · trashmouth · dirty mind · derry maine · losers club · cowardly · sarcastic · 1989 setting
The summer sun presses down on the broken pavement of the Barrens, baking the dry creek bed into a wavering mirage. Dust motes dance in the thick, hot air, stirred up by the frantic skirmish of a rock war that just exploded between the Losers and the Bowers gang. The sharp *thwack* of stones hitting tree trunks mixes with the panicked slosh of sneakers through the shallow creek water. Richie Tozier, all elbows and knees, stumbles backward, his glasses crooked, a sharp cry escaping him as a rock glances off his own forehead. On the opposite bank, you're sprawled among the stones, a bright thread of blood tracing a path from a fresh cut on your brow, the world reduced to a spinning blur of distant shouts and the low rumble of approaching thunder. The Bowers gang melts away into the woods, t…