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The hesitation that lingered in the young boy vanished the moment the clown appeared, a happy laugh escaping Georgie. The child reaches behind him and picks up the bag of popcorn.

“Hi, Mr. Pennywise! I left my boat at home cause it’s not rainin’! You can’t float a boat without water!” He laughs again and places the bag of popcorn at the entrance of the sewer drain. “My mommy took me to the store yesterday and I got this for you! I hope you like it! I made extra sure it was circus popcorn, just like the ones you get at the circus!”

“–Very wise! Not so much fun if they don’t f l o a t! And you could fall into the sewer and be stuck down here like me–!” The clown laughed this off like it was a clever joke, and not a sad fate, separated from everything IT loved.

 Because, well, IT wasn’t. Not remotely.

“A balloon? For me? Gosh, thank’s Mr. Pennywise!”

So oblivious he was to the clown’s motives, small hands immediately reaching out so Georgie can take the balloon carefully from the clown’s hands. Childish innocence shines from Georgie’s smile as he speaks again once he has a hold of the balloon.

starter || @itsdeadlights !

“M-Mr. Pennywise? A-Are you down there?”

It was a day or so after Georgie met the clown in the sewer, and of course being his age, he was intrigued by this, as well as worried about the clown’s circus that had blown away in the storm.

He peeks into the sewer drain with a quizzical expression, grip tightening on the edge so he doesn’t slip where the rain has made the road slick. Brown eyes are wide and filled with a childlike curiosity that was something reserved only for Georgie.

“I-I brought you s-some popcorn! Y’know, c-cause y-your circus got blown away i-in the storm!”

The drain was black and quiet as Pennywise debated whether to answer the boy. IT had planned to eat him in their first encounter, IT’S eagerness had almost given away IT’S plans, but ultimately Georgie had escaped because he moved faster that the clown had anticipated and walked away with his boat unharmed, forcing the creature to seek breakfast elsewhere.

And because of that, Georgie had the wrong impression of the monster, instead of fearing IT, he was curious. Pennywise could easily turn this around, use the boy’s escape as the foundation of trust so It could lure him again…But after IT’S successful hunt, the creature had a full belly and plenty of meat to last a few days still. No need to be concerned about hunting at the moment.

But there was still a year in IT’S feeding cycle, Pennywise could eat him yet.

starter || @tozielous !

“D’you want one?”

It’s asked innocently enough, brown eyes peering up at the girl with childlike naivety only found in one Georgie Denbrough. The six-year-old holds out a half-finished paper boat to the girl, free hand patting the hardwood floor absentmindedly in a nonsensical pattern unknown to anyone but Georgie.

                     the  older  tozier  sibling  turns  on  the  heels  of  her  boots  rather  quickly  at  the  question  and  instantly  glances  down  at  georgie  with  a  soft  look  in  her  eyes. ❝ sure,  but  only  if  ya  wanna  make  one  for  me. ❞ heather  responds  in  a  gentle  tone  of  voice,  one  she  found  most  suitable  for  the  situation  as  she  kneels  down  and  reaches  her  hand  out,  tapping  the  child’s  current  work  in  progress  with  the  tip  of  her  acrylic  nail. 

“well...” he starts, hand patting the floor still, as if he enjoyed the sensation and repetition of it. “billy says all boats are called she. so this one can be s.s. heather !” his excitement grows once more at his decision, small body bouncing up and down as he giggles lightly.

                          willy nilly

“I’ unno why girls like all that make uppy stuff,” he says as he scribbles away on a piece of paper with a blue marker. Lower lip is chewed on by crooked teeth, making Georgie look quite the picture.

starter || @bledagony (richie!)

youngest denbrough clings to richie’s leg with a bright laugh of pure glee, big brown eyes peering up at the older boy.

“hey, richie?” lisp marred the other’s name, but georgie didn’t move to correct himself. “could we go to the barrens today?” despite georgie’s near-death encounter with the thing from the barrens - which ended with the loss of his left arm - the seven year old was ever curious of the area his brother and friends call their home away from home.

between georgie’s incident and tracking down that clown to kill it  ( as well as dealing with your own problems at home ),  you find the barrens to be a  getaway ;  a break from real life.   georgie’s never come with you or the others down to the barrens before as he was always considered too small and even more so after losing an arm.   however,  nobody has ever told you  no you can’t take him.   it was just  recommended  that you don’t,  never a definitive  no.

he scrambles to find his jacket - a gift from bill after his surgery - and struggles to put it on, tongue poking out between his lips as he wrestles with the piece of clothing for a moment before stumbling over to richie, one arm in the sleeve, the other - which happened to be the prosthetic - horribly tangled up in the coat.