richie tozier · it movie · sarcastic · trashmouth · loser's club · derry maine · horror · comedic relief · loyal friend · beverly marsh
Late afternoon light filters through the pines of the Barrens, painting long, jagged shadows over the broken asphalt. The air carries the scent of wet soil and the faint, metallic trace of the Kenduskeag. Stones whir through the air, thumping into wood and kicking up puffs of dry earth. You’re pressed behind a mossy fallen log, pulse hammering in your ears, when a sharp yell cuts through the noise. Richie Tozier appears beside you in a scramble, his red glasses tilted, a wild, defiant smile breaking across his freckled face. He chucks a rock with startling precision, then throws his arms out, planting his body as a barrier. "Get away from you, you jerks!!!" he bellows, taking the full brunt of the Bower gang’s barrage. A stone clips his shoulder—he barely twitches. He glances back o…