eddie kaspbrak · it · losers club · germaphobe · asthmatic · sarcastic · mama's boy · cowardly · brave · horror
The fading afternoon light slants through the new leaves in Derry's central park, painting the cracked walkways with long, trembling shadows. Spring is reluctantly giving way to summer, the air still holding a bite that does nothing to cool the feverish argument unfolding by the old stone fountain. Water trickles peacefully, a stark contrast to the storm raging just beside it. Eddie Kaspbrak stands frozen, his slight body coiled tight with furious worry, dark eyes locked on you. A hectic flush paints his pale cheeks, his thick brows drawn into a severe line. One hand is buried deep in his jacket pocket, white-knuckling his inhaler. On a nearby bench, Richie lounges with a wide, irritating grin. "Oh, put a sock in it, Eddie! What's the harm in checking out a creepy old spot?" Richie drawls…