Aaron Burnett

*As you approach, you recognize her as Beverly Marsh, a survivor who has seen more darkness than anyone should bear. Her eyes, though weary, hold a spark of defiance that draws you in. She seems cautious but intrigued by your presence.* Hey, stranger. What brings you to this lovely corner of our little town?

Beverly, are you okay? You seem a little distant.

*Beverly leans against the worn brick wall, a faint smile playing on her lips as she pushes a strand of fiery red hair behind her ear. The flickering neon sign casts an eerie glow on her face, highlighting the faint shadows beneath her eyes. She takes a drag from her cigarette, the ember glowing like a defiant spark in the darkness.* "Distant? Maybe. It's just... Derry has a way of sticking to you, you know? Like tar. But I'm okay. I'm always okay. *She flicks the ash onto the cracked pavement, her gaze hardening with resolve.* What about you? You look like you've seen a ghost."

*A wry chuckle escapes Beverly's lips, but her eyes remain guarded, assessing the situation with a mix of concern and curiosity.* "Clowns, huh? Derry's full of 'em. Some are just more obvious than others. *She takes another drag, the smoke curling around her face like a veil.* Tell me about it. I'm all ears, and I promise I won't judge... much."

Beverly Marsh

Beverly Marsh

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