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Richard Matthew Barlow, Jr.

"Hi there! I'm Ricky!"

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a character in “Stand By Me”, as played by Erik7622

Description

Name: Richard Matthew Barlow, Jr.

Nickname: Ricky

Parents: Richard M. Barlow, Sr. (deceased for 8 years) and Janet Putnam-Barlow

Gender: Male

Age: 9

Birthday: January 22nd

Appearance: Ricky is a hair tall for his age, and of a wiry build. His hair is a light sandy brown, and is always kept cut short for ease of care. Exactly how short can vary, from a borderline-buzz-cut in summer to about an inch longer in winter. His face is thin and a bit angular, but not harshly so. His nose is more harshly thin, but has a distinctive "broken" appearance thanks to an altercation with some of the "Mean Kids" years ago. His eyes are hazel, which he hates, as nothing is associated with that eye color. His normal clothes are generic-brand T-shirts and jeans, with longer shirts and jackets for winter. His sneakers are very worn-out and almost falling apart, but he loves them, considering them his "lucky sneakers."

Personality

Ricky is ridiculously energetic physically and emotionally, and has a tendency to ramble when he gets especially spun up. He's very gung-ho, which ends up going hand-in-hand with a quick temper. However, his temper is just as quick to reverse itself. He's very up-front socially and in general, and prefers to take the initiative in any given situation. Much of this is to hide/ignore the gnawing mystery of what his late father was like, and not knowing if he will ever know. His absolute favorite thing to do is running. Or maybe climbing. Or maybe baseball. He changes his mind daily, sometimes more often than that! His "favorite thing" is always something active, though.

Equipment

Ricky's favorite toy is technically the outdoors, but he also loves his cheap plastic baseball bat.

History

In-Character: "I grew up in Brooklyn, and I was always real active, y'know, a real ball o'energy! I was always climbing on stuff and running around, and Mom didn't like that much. A lot of kids couldn't keep up with me sometimes, y'know. One day I guess I went too far or something one day, and there was a lot of shooting somewhere nearby. I got home late that day, and Mom kept telling me she thought I was gone, that somebody "got me". I don't know what she was talking about, but the next thing I knew we were leaving Brooklyn forever! Mom said she'd found a nice small town with plenty of room for me to run around. I just hope there'll be nice kids there. Y'see, I knew a couple nice kids back in Brooklyn, but a lotta them were real mean. The mean kids said they went to a different school, called "Hardnox" or somethin'. Mom said they're "MEAN KIDS", all scary-like, and told me to stay away from them. I guess she didn't like them. Mom doesn't like a lot of the kids back in Brooklyn.

Other Info, OOC: Ricky grew up in the working class in Brooklyn, and is ethnically Jewish. His mother's practice, and consequently Ricky's own practice of the religion, is very loose and in effect very Deist. His father died when he was only one, so he doesn't remember him much if at all. He wishes sometimes that he knew what his father was like, but at the present he tries not to think about it, as death still confuses him.

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Richard Matthew Barlow, Jr.'s Story

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"Who are these people again?" Ricky's voice was insistent, as was the question: after all, he had only asked it five times that day. It wasn't out of desire to annoy: he really didn't know. In all fairness to him, the concept of going to a party where one knew nobody, for the exclusive purpose of meeting these people, was to say the least unfamiliar to Ricky. Or, for that matter, the concept of a Halloween party. The kids in Brooklyn had preferred more base entertainment than organized parties, usually involving toilet paper and general anarchy.

Janet Putnam-Barlow responded flatly, from routine, "They're other kids who live here. I've met their parents around the town. We decided to have a big party so you could all meet each other! And don't forget, it's also the birthday of one of the girls who'll be there, so don't forget to wish her happy birthday!"

Ricky sighed. "I know, Mom. But how will I know who she is?"

"She'll introduce herself to you, Ricky. They all will."

Ricky thought about this for a second. "If they're all going to introduce themselves, then how will-"

"Okay we're here now!" Janet cut him off before he could sort out his confusion. The car stopped abruptly. "Let's go! Get your mask on!" His mother opened the door and fairly jumped out of the car.

But what if I scare them...? Ricky looked at the oval, plasticky mask, mostly green with white trim, a black visor, and little eye-holes. He turned it around and stretched the black elastic over the back of his head, and let it snap gently into place above his ears as he let the mask settle on his face. He heard rather than saw his mother open the door to his side. He looked over, making sure to grab the diminutive sword before he unbuckled his seat belt and hopped out of the car. Uncertainly, he followed his mother, feeling his breath condense on the mask. He heard the doorbell ring faintly as he approached the door.

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She’d forgotten who it was she was running from. All she knew was that she couldn’t stop. If she stopped, she’d lose. Her yellow dress shuffled noisily against her small legs as she climbed over a log that lay across the soft grass. Distance, everything in her screamed for it; behind her the squeals and laughter of the others could be heard, and Emmaline pushed herself faster. Who’s ever idea it was to allow the boys to play with them must have been stupid.

The guest had finally arrived; the Boyer children’s mother had escorted the final guest to where the children stood awkwardly around the table, reminding them all to have fun and for Emmaline to "Keep her pretty dress clean".

At the sight of another Power Ranger, Aidan puffed out his chest and pulled his mask over his face. “About time you showed up.”

Looking in confusion to where her brother had spoken, Emmaline too noticed the presence of others “You know them?” She asked, munching on a cookie.

“You’re so stupid, Emma. Every Ranger knows his own comrades. That's the green ranger.”

Making a face towards her brother, she turned to the pumpkin, who called herself Maddie, and Kelsy. “You know pumpkin; you’re not weird at all.” Emmaline said with a grin. Beside her, Aidan turned red under his mask, and rammed his sister’s side with his elbow before she could speak anymore “Ow! What was that for?”

”Shut up!”

"Well, she's not!" Emmaline said placing her half eaten cookie on the table “And that makes you a liar, Aidan Boyer!” As the word left her lips, the sound of shuffling feet approaching from the side of the house could be heard as another gust arrived.

” "Have no fear, Sir Ian is here!"

“Good, you can slay my pest of a sister” Aidan mumbled as he pushed his hands into the waist of his red pants with a soft kick at the ground.

Emmaline, choosing to ignore her pouting brother, paced her mask gently on the table before ripping Aidan’s from his head ”Hey! What do you think you are doing?”

Rocking back on her heels, Emmaline smiled impishly “They wanna play!” she chirped, oblivious to the fact only two of the guest had answered her previous question.

”Men don’t play with little girls, pest” Aidan growled out before looking to where the men had gathered: A fellow ranger, Bat man, a greaser, a knight…and some kid and a mask. I can work with this he thought glancing towards his bedroom window “You guys any good at Super Mario?”

Grabbing onto her brother arm before he could lead the way to his cave, Emmaline giggled “Well, it’s a good thing we don’t have any men here.” Ignoring his struggles and hard glare, she continued on, using two of the boys that had given their names “Besides, Jason and Ian don’t mind playing with little girls, do you guys?” Emmaline asked before placing her hands on her hips with a smirk “You’re not afraid of girls are you, Teddy?”

Pulling his arm from the clutches of his sister, Aidan stared in annoyance before glancing to the other girls with a blush. Straightening his back, Aidan set his eyes on the pumpkin before glancing to his men ”Get them.

“oh no…” Letting out a scream, Emmaline took off towards the center of the yard, glancing back to the others with a loud “RUUUUUN!”


Her yellow dress shuffled nosily as she clambered over a down log lying on the soft grass. Tumbling over the rotten wood with a small oomph, Emmaline glared angrily at the long fabric covering her legs “I really hate the person who came up with this..” she grumbled folding her arms in a pout, blood now dripping from a small tear on her knee.

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Ricky would never admit it in the future, and would not have admitted it at the time, but he felt an undeniable trepidation in the moments before he stepped over the threshold. It followed him inside even as he left his mother behind at the door with a kiss goodbye and a promise to call later. It loomed over him as he made his way through the house to meet these mysterious new people. As he approached the others, another Power Ranger greeted him. One part of what he said stuck out to Ricky. "Every Ranger knows his own comrades." At that moment, the trepidation left, and Ricky felt like he could relax.

Feeling more confident, like usual, he grabbed a cookie and chewed on it as he tried to figure out the names of the other kids. The princess's name was...Emma? The other Power Ranger was Aidan? They really didn't get along; that much was obvious. Aidan reminded Ricky a bit of Tommy, from Brooklyn. The pumpkin girl was...Maddie, and-

"Have no fear, Sir Ian is here!"

Ricky looked over in surprise at the knight. Only a moment later he decided to walk over. He lifted the mask up onto the top of his hair as he said, "Hi Ian! I'm Ricky!"

Before much else could be said, Aidan had joined them. "You guys any good at Super Mario?"

...Wha? Ricky had to admit he wasn't "any good" at this Super Mario. After all, he didn't really know what it was. It seemed familiar, from a commercial maybe.

Aidan and Emma began arguing again, and the next thing he knew a chase had begun. So...tag? He could do tag! He discarded the mask and took off after the others, not knowing who was "it" and not really caring. Just running was fun!

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Ian glanced at the boy who greeted him, a wide grin breaking out on his face. He pushed the visor of his fake helmet up so that he could see clearly, his entire face exposed. "Oh my god you have such an awesome costume!!!" he shouted, jumping up and down in excitement. "I love the Power Rangers! They are so awesome!" Clearly, this was a TV show that Ian absolutely adored, judging by his current reaction. "Want to be friends?" Like many younger children, Ian didn't see relationships as something very difficult to form, and he was always willing to befriend anyone, even a complete stranger.

His attention was suddenly drawn away from Ricky by Aiden's mention of playing Super Mario. "Yesyesyesyesyes!" he said cheerfully. The true fact was that he didn't have any clue what the game was, but, still. The game sounded like it involved running around, and Iason was always willing to do something that involved running around. He pulled off his helmet, dropping it on the table. It would only get in the way if he ran around, and he didn't want his visor to fall down and hit him in the face. That would certainly not feel very nice.

As soon as the girls started running, Ian began to sprint. The only thing he could understand about the game was that it seemed that the boys had to catch the girls, but, hey, that was more than enough information for him to have fun. He made his way after the girl in the yellow dress, trying his best to catch up to her.

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Sweat poured from his brow as Aidan panted against the side of the house. He had just caught Taylor, the girl dressed as a witch, when her mother arrived announcing she would be taking her, along with the girl that arrived with them, to the block party after all. With a small wave the girls were gone, and Aidan was left looking for his next target. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t actually fun. What boy didn’t like chasing after girls?
Pushing away from the wall of the house, he began scanning the yard. Ian could be seen sprinting across the yard, quickly gaining on Emma who was huddled behind a fallen tree trunk. He debated momentarily if he should go to her before the pumpkin scurrying into a decretive tomb caught his attention. The girl was a joke, and honestly he couldn’t fathom why his parents even invited her. He was sure it had been his mother’s work, with the girl’s father being a dentist and all, but did she really have to know where he lived?

Noticing something scamper by his feet, Aidan grinned as an idea played in his mind. Reaching down, he caught the mouse in his hands and glared to the hiding place of the chubby girl. He wasn’t sure what he hated her so much, he just did, and her being around just made him agitated in ways he couldn’t explain.

Covering his palm over a large crack in the edge of the tomb, he felt the mouse squirm from his hands. Rubbing them against the fabric of his pants after releasing his small “friend”, Aidan turned away to flee the scene. Guilt poked at his stomach, but he pushed it aside. “It’s only a little mouse.” He said glancing back to the tomb ”Emma plays with them all the time..” No sooner than the words left his lips, a high pitched sound came from the box and Aidan spun around in shock.

Looking around frantically he desperately tried to see if anyone had heard her. Seeing no one even glance in their direction, Aidan sighed. Again he tried to turn away, but as the cries reached his ears he knew he couldn’t leave. Finally he ripped the cover off of the tomb panting as he stared at the screaming girl. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, or even how long she cried out, but suddenly he was reaching down and pressing his lips firm over her mouth. It wasn’t romantic, and it wasn’t like his dad use to kiss his mom, but it shut her up.

Pulling back, Aidan reached over her and picked up the terrified shaking mouse and placed it on the ground. Turning to leave he spoke over his shoulder ”It was me.” He said in a mumble, although he wasn’t sure why"The mouse....sorry."

Walking away, he met eyes with Emma, who was glancing between Maddie and himself with growing anger on her face. He knew nobody saw what had happened, but he was sure one glance to the pumpkin’s tear stained face and his own guilty one would lead to the conclusion he had done something bad.

Lowering his head in shame, Aidan wandered back towards the table where his mask still laid. There, stood the kid in the mask. A new guilt filled Aidan as he realized the boy had been left behind in the fun. ”Hey man,” Aidan said pushing lightly on the boys shoulders with a grin ”How about that video game?"
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It wasn’t long after she huddled against the log that Ian had found her. Glancing up with a huff, Emmaline took in the boy’s rumpled appearance. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t shocked to see anyone but her brother hovering over her. Aidan never missed a chance to chase after his sister, especially when she annoyed him into doing so. Despite it not being Aidan, Emmaline grinned as all children do, and held up her hand to be tugged off the ground. She was sure her dress was grass stained, and glancing down to her muddy feet Emmaline let out a laugh. She wasn’t sure where her shoes had wandered off too, but they were most likely gone for good.

The sound of feet hitting the grass caught her attention, and she turned to see Ricky “That’s not fair!” she cried out when both boys circled her. Crossing her arms, Emmaline tried to find a way between them, but knew there was no hope. It was during this process she first noticed a puffy faced Maddie standing in the tomb her father had built with tears streaming down her face. Following her gaze, Emmaline’s eyes locked with Aidan’s and another look between the two told her that her brute big brother was the cause of the tears. She would never understand boys, and if she grew to never see one again she would be a happy girl!

A gasp behind her made Emmaline stiffen as thoughts of stupid boys fled her mind, and she quickly stepped behind the two boys who moments before were her sworn enemies "Hide me. She whispered frantically.

There stood her mother, arms crossed and a frown wrinkling her usual flawless face.“Emmaline Amelia Boyer, what is on your dress!” she screeched , obviously unimpressed with the sight before her.

Peeking out over the shoulder of one of the two boy, Emmaline grinned “Hey mommy!” she giggled before looking down ”I’m not really sure.” she said, narrowing her eyes in confusion ”I told it you said to stay clean, but it didn’t listen. It’s very naughty”
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After a long scolding for Emmaline, and a long bath for each of the children, they were all sent to their sleeping areas. It had been decided that since the children seemed to be enjoying themselves, the remaining guest would stay the night. With mumbles of goodnight, the group separated: Girls to Emmaline’s room, boys to Aidan’s. It was a process that would be repeated from many more nights to come, and despite previous judgment on one another…friendships had been formed.

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Ricky took off after Emma with a whoop, noticing Ian had joined him. He lost track of Maddie almost immediately, not really interested in searching, but more in running. After a short chase, she dropped behind a log. Ricky glanced to Ian, hoping they wouldn't lose her now, and began to circle around the log. He watched as Ian peered over the log and helped Emma up. Does she not want to be chased? Ricky wondered. He jumped atop the log and down the other side to the grass, ready and close by in case Emma bolted.

She didn't seem too keen on it, though, crying "That's not fair!" in a tone of mildly-serious outrage. She looked for a way to run, but seemed distracted by something. Ricky turned for a moment to look, forgetting that he was supposed to be keeping her from bolting. He snapped back as he heard a gasp, not from Emma but from a woman. "Hide me," came Emma's sudden whisper as she darted behind Ricky and Ian. Again Ricky found himself confused. What was going on now?!

This time, he had no time to be confused, as the woman who had gasped shrieked to Emma, "Emmaline Amelia Boyer, what is that on your dress!" Ricky found himself too stunned to think as Emmaline timidly responded. He didn't even catch her response, or the long scolding that followed. He followed them inside with only the vague notion that he ought to, that the game was over now.

Eventually, he learned that he was going to stay the night, along with Ian, Maddie, and others who hadn't already left. Mom had dropped off a set of pajamas and clothes for the next day. Ricky went inside, and slowly changed out of his Power Ranger outfit, folding the green cloth armor and setting the mask on top of it in the foyer before following Aidan to his room with a mumbled good-night to the girls. Maddie seemed to be in a poor state, though Ricky didn't have the slightest idea what caused it.

As they sat in Aidan's room, Ricky felt the need to introduce himself. "In case you forgot, uhm, my name's Ricky!"

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By the time Ian had caught up with Emma, he was panting heavily, a wide grin on his face. "Caught..... You...." he gasped, trying to regain his breath as he spoke, a task which was never a simple one. His grin widened as he spotted Ricky. "I caught... her first..." he said quickly, his competitive nature taking over. Of course, he had absolutely no clue whether it was he or Ricky who caught her first, having been caught up in the adrenaline rush of chasing after Emma, but, claiming that he caught her first was just as good as actually being the one to catch her first.

The boy cringed as the woman approached, scolding Emma. He wasn't the one in trouble, that was clear, but one of his friends was, and that was perhaps even worse. Ian hated it when his friends were in trouble and he was just standing there. Sure, he would push the blame onto his friends if he did something bad every now and then, but at least he wouldn't have to watch them being scolded.

Thankfully, the scolding finished fairly quickly, even if it was a rather long one, and Ian found himself heading inside with all of the other children. His mother had dropped off his pajamas, and, soon he was in the bathroom, struggling out of his costume. The foam armor was rather difficult to get off, but, eventually, Ian managed to pull it off and climb into his PJs.

Once he was all ready for bed, Ian sat on the floor of Aidan's room, waiting for all of the others to come in as well. "And I'm Ian!" he added, after Ricky introduced himself. It wasn't like he didn't know the other kids, he just didn't want Ricky to be the only one to introduce himself.

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Ricky was having a good day, all things considered. The jerk who made fun of his nose had been absent from his usual post by the doors, the pop quiz in History was an easy ace, and he and Ian had planned for dodgeball during recess. He had settled into a niche quite nicely with Aidan and Ian, if a synergetic hyper-energetic singularity could be called a "niche." Either way, what counted was that Ricky was enjoying himself, both in general and specifically on that day. Which was why meeting the aforementioned jerk again right on the way to lunch had been such an unpleasant surprise.

"Hey, Nosy." The demeaning nickname came out almost venomous, where from anyone else, like Ian or Everleigh, it would have been funny, if strange. "Hey Nosy," he continued, "I'm talkin' to you."

Once again Ricky found himself putting skills learned on the streets of Brooklyn to good use. "Buzz off, jack."

That was a mistake, and Ricky knew it the moment the retort came, outraged at his flippancy. "My name's not Jack, you dummy."

"My name's not Nosy either," Ricky shot back. He felt quite proud of himself for that recovery. His satisfaction was short-lived, though, as he suddenly felt an arresting hand on his shoulder. He whipped around at it, and saw "Not-Jack" behind him. The kid was older than Ricky, and significantly taller. Ricky felt more than a little intimidated.

"You better watch yourself, kid," Not-Jack responded, icy. "Next time you won't be so lucky." With that cryptic remark, the jerk departed for the cafeteria. Ricky turned to watch him mystified, and only then saw the teacher standing a distance away. She was probably the reason he hadn't ended up with a re-broken nose. Thanking her would be weird, though, so Ricky just made his way into the cafeteria, and found the girls already seated. He had been a bit held up thanks to a late class, not to mention the strange encounter a moment ago.

Mystified and a bit annoyed that his good day had suddenly been brought down to normal, he continued on to the girls' table. He gave the best smile he could with his suddenly changed mood. "Hi all! This seat taken?" It wasn't normally, but he always checked.

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Emmaline muttered in annoyance as her brother strutted off, most likely to find the boys. I really hate him sometimes she thought as she stared daggers towards Zoey, who waved enthusiastically from across the field. If the child noticed the odd way Eryka reacted to her sibling, she gave no reaction to it, deciding instead to ponder her impending doom.

She vaguely heard Eveleigh question Eryka about something and turned towards her pink friend ”Just ignore him. It works for me most of the time.” Reaching out, Emmaline placed half of her turkey sandwich on Maddie’s lunch box with a smile ”Really, you would do that?” she asked with a raised voice as Eryka made her suggestion ”That would be really cool! It could be me, you, and Maddie…”

Glancing to Everleigh, Emmaline felt a twang of guilt. She really wasn’t that bad….and it wasn’t her fault the boys treated her different. ”It would be nice if you joined too, Everleigh,” She muttered, swinging her legs back and forth”since your mom is making you and all. Maybe you can come over too….to practice your song?” Just as she finished her question, a presence behind her caused her body to stiffen. Never mind…

She knew it was Ricky before he opened his mouth, and she felt joy and anger all at once. Rolling her eyes, Emmaline placed her arm to rest on the table in annoyance. As he questioned about a seat, she surprisingly stayed quiet, deciding instead to allow Everleigh to answer. She knew it was him the girl had been looking for, and Emmaline felt something she couldn’t place. Aidan seemed to always be around Zoey, and now Everleigh had taken Ricky. Who was she supposed to count on now? Scooting closer to Maddie, Emmaline nudged her and pointed to where Zoey seemed to be ranting and let out a giggle. At least she still had her “big sister”.

Across the field Zoey grumbled in annoyance as Aidan’s form left the table and wondered off “He has to make sure his sister doesn’t turn out like her friend.” She spat out before flipping her air and sighed. “Who knows where that girl is, but I know where she is supposed to be.” No sooner than the words left her mouth, Britney showed herself “Gee Brit, nice to show up.”

As she noticed Emmaline’s eyes locked with hers, Zoey waved with a wide smile. She vaguely heard Seraphina, but the girl’s words didn’t sink in until Britney began to speak. It was at this time Michael made his appearance, and the boy paused for moment rethinking his decision to sit as Zoey let out an annoyed screech “You cannot be serious, no, better yet, I know you’re not!” Tapping her feet in anger, Zoey gave a pointed look to her friend “This is important, Seraphina.” Grabbing her bag, Zoey shook her head in shame “You can be so selfish!” Stalking away, expecting Britney to follow of course, Zoey muttered under her breath.

Watching her stalk away, Michael let out a chuckle “You really pissed her off.” Shrugging innocently as a teacher scolder him, Michael popped a couple of sunflower seeds in his mouth and let his eyes roam the field. Nodding his head to Aidan’s sister, who seemed to be laughing as well about Zoey’s dramatic exit , he mouthed in question about her sibling.

Seeing her glance behind her, he too stood to make his departure “I’m going to jet before the beast returns. Good luck with that one.” Tossing a few more seeds into his mouth, Michael strolled to the kids table, allowing his eyes to linger on a certain beauty before he kneed Emmaline in the spine softy “See you later, little bit.” Getting an annoyed half wave, he laughed, giving one last glance to the girl’s friend that sat unaware of him it seemed, before heading to where Aidan stood dribbling a basketball on the black top. No sooner than the game had begun the bell rang signaling the end of lunch, and the once full field became empty as children stampeded to their classes.