By the hands of the Gods, you have been plucked from your time and from your world, dropped into the box.
Only the box is a world of its own.
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It was starting to get dark and Beverly still hadn't found much in the way of somewhere to live. Sure there had been the welcome center that she had been told about, but she hadn't exactly felt comfortable going there. So she hadn't, and instead she simply took to wandering around, getting more used to the land and where everything was.
An ache settled in her heart as she thought about her friends, the rest of the Losers, wishing they were here. So lost in her thoughts, she wasn't paying much attention to where she was going, and while she hadn't bumped into everyone around here, she did with one in particular.
Everything had changed in just a few short weeks. Carrie had gone from grieving over Bo being gone, to having her come back. It hadn’t helped her nerves, but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been happier. She had her mother back – one that really cared about her. She did worry a lot that Pandora would take Bo from her again, but she tried to shove that feeling down.
A shoulder meeting her chest made her stop, and she nearly dropped her satchel as she did so. Her face softened when she realised it was girl, a bit younger than her. She had lovely flaming red hair, much nicer than Carrie’s mousy own.
There were two of the losers here and that made her happy to know, even if she missed the rest of them like a permanent ache in her chest. One was better than none, and at least Eddie had a parental figure that wouldn't shove pills down his throat.
Fingers were curled around the key hanging around her neck, the cool metal a comfort, even through so many trying times. It had been a key to her old house, and it also represented, to her, that she was the key, the heart of the losers.
"I'm alright, are you?" Beverly asked, feeling a little embarrassed. She'd be lost in thought and it had been her fault for bumping into her. "I'm sorry about that. Bit lost in thought."
Carrie noticed the key around the girl’s neck, like the one she used to have, before she’d decided to hide it away. She didn’t need reminding of her home, even if sometimes Pandora wasn’t much better.
“Yeah...yeah, I’m okay,” she said, releasing the breath she’d been holding at the thought of the girl being hurt. She blinked, wondering if she should try and see what was wrong. Bo would have wanted her to help, right?
“Um...is everything okay? Are you tryin’ to get somewhere?”
Fun. That depended on what this girl might like to do. She could suggest the things she herself liked doing, but she didn't want the girl to judge her, or worse, laugh. It was a stupid thought, as the redhead had shared a look she knew very well. Sympathy.
"I, um, I think there's an arcade near here that has..y'know, games." Carrie tried to sound cool about it, but failed miserably. To Beverly, she would sound more like an alien who had just discovered the concept of video games.
She thought they were friends, already? Carrie felt…happy about that? “O-okay then,” she softly replied, trying to remember which way it was – Bev’s words had thrown her off. Luckily, they soon got there, although as they got through the door, she fidgeted, having never played an arcade game before.
"I like Street Fighter." Beverly replied to Carrie's question. She'd played it because Richie had after he'd shown it to her, and him treating her just like another one of the gang was something she would never forget.
Him and the rest of the Losers did and she loved them to pieces for it. "I'm not sure what games they have here compared to back home."
“Street Fighter?” Carrie repeated. “What’s, um, that like?”
She looked around – there were a couple that looked like driving games, from the steering wheel, one or two shooting games that Carrie flinched at as she heard the gunshots. Aside from the machines, there was one or two tables that had the words ‘air hockey’ over the top of them.
"It's a really fun fighting game!" Beverly was grinning as they entered the arcade, not about to make fun of Carrie for her own lack of experience and instead, when she got settled enough, Bev showed her the way to one of the machines. Motioning for Carrie to join her, she went to put a coin in the slot, making sure the game was set for both of them to play.