[color=midnightblue][h3][b]Logan Rivers[/b][/h3][/color]

Logan starred at the abandoned house from just across the street. The house was covered in graffiti; profanity and words like killer, murderer, and demon seed covered much of the house. The windows had long been broken and boarded up. The roof had fallen in at places and part of the house was burnt up several years back when some of the town tried to burn the house down. The Decker house sat dilapidated, absorbing the hatred of the town. He took a long drag on a cigarette as he remembered all the days he’d spent in that house, how it was like a second home to him. It reminded him how long it had been since he’d talked to Charlie’s mom and a part of him wanted to call and check up on her but he didn’t want to be a reminder of what happened here. After the shooting the town had turned against her, she’d lost her job and it was impossible for her to stay in Edenridge so Logan had given her most of his signing bonus from the army so she could move. Mrs. Decker had been of a mom to him than his owner mother had and while they kept in touch at first, he knew talking to him was too painful a reminder for her. 

“Logan Rivers, as I live and breathe, I never expect to see you back on these streets again.” Logan turned his head as he recognized the man’s voice. “Spare a square for an old man?” Tony asked.

“Tony, man it’s good to see you.” He said shaking the man’s hand and then pulling him for a one-armed hug. Tony owned a local record store Charlie and he had spent the majority of their time back then. Logan handed the man a cigarette and his lighter. “How’s the shop?”

“Ah we’re scraping by but kids these days don’t records, hell they don’t even buy CD’s anymore, and there aren’t enough hipsters in this town to keep me in the black. Though I guess it helps not having a couple of shoplifting punks hanging around.” Tony said with a light chuckle as he lit up the cigarette and exhaled. 

“If it helps we tried not pinch from you if we could afford it.”

“Ah, I didn’t really mind. I guess I was hoping having someplace to hang out would keep you boys outta trouble. Guess not.” Tony said, then there was a long pause as both men starred at the Decker house. “You think it’s true what they say, think Charlie was born bad. I think you knew him better than anyone.” He asked. 

“No.” Logan replied after another long pause and drag from his cigarette. “Shit, when we were growing up I always thought he was a better dude than me. Even after all these years, even after seeing it happen, I can barely believe the guy I knew was capable of something so horrible.”

“Do me a favor, kid, don’t get too caught up in the past. Nothing we can do about it now. I gotta get back to the shop, you have good one.”

“Yeah, have a good one.” He said as Tony left. 

Logan had tried his best to completely move on and start his life over. He found it easy to make friends in the army and his life there made it easy to not think about Edenridge. From boot camp to deployment he was always busy with something to do or was too exhausted to think. However, after his time in the army had ended, Edenridge and the shooting were all he could think of, and somehow, he knew coming back here was the only way he could put his past behind him. He started his car, rolled the window down a bit, turned the car radio on and skipped to the 13th track of a CD already in the stereo. He took one last look at the Decker house, and another drag on his cigarette, as Pennywise’s “Bro Hymn” blasted through his speakers.
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[color=midnightblue][h3][b]Nick Donovan[/b][/h3][/color]

“Cut!” The director called as the scene ended and Nick got out of the car. “Alright, Nick, what do you say we head over to the high school then and-”

“I don’t know, do you think we should shoot it again. Maybe from the left this time that’s really my better side. Do you think you could do anything about the sun? It was really in my eyes and I don’t want to look like I’m squinting or have crow’s feet. Maybe you could fix that in post though, I don’t know. Also, now that I’m on set I’d really prefer if you’d call me Logan, just to help me stay in character. It’s all part of my method you know.” 

“Um, I’m not sure I can do anything about the sun and we don’t really have a lot of extra time. I thought what we got was good-” The look on the director’s face was priceless and Nick couldn’t keep a straight face any longer. 

“Relax,” Nick said with a laugh, “I’m just screwing with you. I know I was a real pain in the ass kid back when, just trying to break the tension. I’m trying to be less of dick these days, so feel free to let me know if I’m getting to be too much.” 

“Oh, thank god, I don’t think I could’ve handled another “method acting” phase.” The director said relaxing and chuckling a bit.

“Dude I really am sorry about all that. I was a top-notch jackass back then. What’d you say you and some of the crew come out to one of the bars around here when we’re done for the day. My treat of course, then maybe we can call it square?” He offered and the two men shook on it. 

“I think that sounds like a plan. We should head over to the school set then, get your scenes for the day finished up. “

“Lookin’ forward to it, can’t wait to see the old gang again.” He said as he continued to catch up with the director and some of the crew as they headed to the next set.