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eddie kaspbrak had never been able to see the spectrum that those around him could.  he was only met with muted greens and blues, cold and empty greys paired with ugly shades of brown.  the empire of muted dreams that he ruled, full of the same sad pallet of colors that his eyes were limited to painted the world around him and left him bitter and hidden from reality.

richie tozier was a painter.  whether wielded with a paintbrush or simply just his words, he was able to paint pictures in your head that would leave you dreaming and hoping for them to be real.  leaving people with words and pictures of a world so beautiful in their head that it was almost frightening.  he's always been able to find those right words and colors, blending them together with such ease, but the one thing he's yet to find is himself.

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it was wednesday, september 15th.  richie could feel the breeze pulling and pushing his curls in every which way, each strand of hair almost fighting with itself as it tried to regain it's composure of mop on top of the boys head.  sighing, he looked down at the piece that was sitting in his lap.  an - almost - exact replica of the scene laid before him.

a blue sky, clouds littering the endless space that consumed the living.  some wispy, some curled.  some dense, some not as much as the others.  trees poked up into the scene that he had painted, light orange and yellow leaves framing the bottom.  richie always added a small touch of detail to his paintings, just a simple feature to make it his own.  this time, it was a hot air balloon.  fixed to the write of his canvas was a small, colorful balloon.

smiling at his work, he placed his paintbrush in the jar of water by his side, placing the canvas on the ground in front of him.

it was a nice day, that day.  the sun was shining but not too bright.  the breeze previously mentioned was heavy enough to keep those outside cool, but soft enough as to not thoroughly bother anyone.  the trees blew gently in the breeze, the different leaves continuing to change colors along with the season.  bunches of orange and yellow littered the pavement that ran down the side of the street, an occasional green leaf poking out in the pile of warmth.

and that's where he was; eddie kaspbrak.