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[personal profile] sanguinescry 2022-07-16 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Admittedly, it's been more than a little depressing since Allison and Peter got zapped back to wherever. She tries not to think too much about where they went because, while Peter might be fine, Allison won't be. Granted, she has a handful of really good friends here, still, and she's doing a lot better having Klaus around than she probably would if he'd also been sent off, but it's been too quiet in this apartment for the last couple of weeks.

Needless to say, it's a bit of a surprise when she hears a key in the lock and someone calling out as they let themselves into her space. New roommate. Well, it was going to happen sooner or later, she supposes.

Lydia gets to her feet and pushes a few stray hairs out of her eyes, pausing for a second in front of her mirror to readjust the messy bun piled on top of her head so that it's centered again, before stepping out of the bedroom to greet the newcomer.

"Hey, hi," she calls out with a small smile and a wiggle of her fingers in a wave. "It's just me and, now, you. I'm Lydia," she introduces herself and gestures for him to let himself further inside and make himself at home, first beckoning him and then waving an arm toward the couch. "Bedroom on the left is yours," she says. "Bedroom on the right is empty. Mine's in the middle." The bedroom on the left was Peter's and that feels okay to give away. The bedroom on the right was Allison's and that...doesn't.

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[personal profile] littleducktails 2022-07-16 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
Clink. Thonk. Plunk.

The cloth grocery bags and the various items inside them are none too quiet as Prim waddles from the bus stop and into the apartment building. Her pink skirt shifts with every movement, the lines of white and green surging forward with every step forward. It isn't the first time that the lanky teen has been thankful for the fact that she's on the first floor of the apartment building. If it weren't for that fact she's pretty sure her arms might buckle under the weight of the bags that have slid into the bend of her elbows (which are starting to rub pink against her skin given she's wearing a plain white v-neck t-shirt, let alone the ones on her forearms and clutched in her hands.

But she needed some things - both to cook and for her cat and school.

As Prim rounds toward the door that has become her home here in Eglaf, the teen struggles to try and reach the keys in her pocket. She's looking down at her bags, trying not to spill them out, and she doesn't realize that there's someone in front of her apartment door until she barrels into the stranger, accidentally smacking him with multiple cloth grocery bags and watching as highlighters, markers, and catfood go spilling out of the bag to thonk on the floor as apologies spill from her lips immediately. "OH! I'm so sorry I didn't realize you were there until it was too late - I'm sorry - did I hurt you?"

The questions come out with every bit of caring behind them as Prim sits the bags down without a second thought for the things spilled on the ground - her focus instead landing squarely on the person in front of her and the concern she has for any damage or harm she might have just accidentally done.

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Re: TFLN @fromhellfire

[personal profile] fromhellfire 2022-09-11 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Well I guess if I give it a shot and everyone hates my DMing I get to tell you I told you so :)

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[personal profile] spikedbats 2022-09-12 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well, maybe in that game of yours, but it was just a little jarring to watch the little shits descend down into a tunnel and put themselves in danger. I'm just glad it worked out in the end.
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[personal profile] neverdisappointed 2022-09-23 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Moving to a small town from a large city is bad enough, but doing it during her senior year of high school is the stuff nightmares are made of. Well, for most people. For MJ, her grades had been good enough back in New York that she barely needs to pay attention at this small hick school, often having to correct the teachers when their textbooks include misinformation or when they simply don't explain the material properly. It's not exactly earning her a lot in the way of friends, but she's never really been one to quantify happiness by way of how many friends she has.

Which is probably for the best, since that number has always been in the single digits even when she'd finally gotten comfortable at her old school.

Here at Hawkins, she's more concerned with getting her diploma and getting a decent scholarship into college, any college, and getting on her own two feet. Being social isn't a high priority and she makes sure that much is read in her body language, doing her best never to make eye contact with anyone unless it's to pointedly stare until they awkwardly look away.

But there's one person who doesn't seem to flinch when she meets his eyes, and she's not sure what to make of that. There's a lot she can presume based just on his appearance, but none of that helps her figure out why he'd pay her any mind when he seems to have his own little niche of friends that are never too far away. That's why she starts a little when he suddenly drops into a seat across from her at lunch, jolting her out of her reading of The Mismeasure of Man and making her look around to see if someone's put him up to this.]


Reading. Or trying to.

[Despite that, she holds her place in her book with a finger as she looks him over again, trying to figure out his angle. At least he hadn't tried to sit next to her and invade her space, so that's something.]

MJ. And before you ask, the well-defined curls are genetic, so I can't recommend any products to help you on your haircare journey. You seem to be doing better than most guys on that front, though, so good for you.

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[personal profile] fromhellfire 2022-09-22 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Home?

[ Uh-oh. Mike immediately casts his mind back to things he might have done that day. The 20 was a legit roll he hadn’t done anything to the dice and everyone had witnessed it. He hasn’t even said anything particularly rude, or at least he doesn’t think he has, sometimes he doesn’t realise until it’s pointed out to him.

Maybe it’s because he skipped a week last week and Eddie knows he wasn’t really sick, he did genuinely feel nauseous and tired but he wasn’t provably sick, just unable to convince himself to get out of bed and go about his day following a night interrupted by terrible dreams that he’d woken from what felt like every hour.

He turns slowly, one hand gripping the strap of his backpack and trying to keep any emotion from his face. Sometimes it feels like Eddie can see straight through him, like he knows what Mike is thinking and wouldn’t that be embarrassing because sometimes he has to wonder if he wants to be Eddie or kiss him or both. It only got worse when Eleven officially ended their relationship even following Will trying to meddle and mend them, breaking off a piece of Mikes heart in the process because he wanted the feelings to be Wills and they probably weren’t. ]


Am I in trouble?

[ it comes out with more of an attitude than he intended ]

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[personal profile] spikedbats 2022-09-25 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn, I still get the hero discount?

How can I say no to an offer like that?

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[personal profile] bestfeature 2022-10-10 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If there's one thing Steve Harrington was known for in high school — well, it would be hard to narrow it down to specifically one thing, but "big house, no parents" was certainly up there.

Back in the day, that meant parties whenever he damn well felt like it. But ever since he came barreling back into the Byers' swinging a nailbat at a goddamn Demogorgon, those days have long since past. These days, it mostly means having a place where the kids can run wild when the Wheelers' basement isn't available. And ever since Starcourt burned down and the school year started up again, it's been way too quiet.

At least Robin stops by, crashing at his place with whatever VHS she's snatched up from their workplace, demanding that he educate himself. More often than not though, "big house, no parents" means it's empty. His parents come and go but in the last month in particular, they've been more keen on the go part. A quick vacation to Bali turned into something extended and, last he heard, they were slumming it in some big expensive penthouse up in New York while his father ran the business and his mother kept her watchful eye on him. He'd been invited — sort of, anyway, but he didn't have it in him to leave Hawkins. Not now, anyway.

So his days are split between working shifts at Family Video — because of course it didn't get trashed in the "earthquakes" and of course Keith seriously thinks people want to come out and rent Splash in the middle of all that — and keeping an eye on everyone else. That meant babysitting, of course, from shuttling the kids back and forth to the hospital as Max and Eddie recovered to just trying to distract them in general. But it also meant occasionally getting into his car late at night when he couldn't sleep (which was often) and doing a drive around town. The Wheelers and Sinclairs. Henderson. A few blocks over to where the Byers/Hopper flock was trying to settle back in. Then off to check on Robin before heading towards the trailer park, doing a quick loop to check on Max and Eddie. And then back again, to sit on the couch and press the heels of his hands against his eyes until maybe sleep decides to take him.

This was one of those nights. Steve steps in to his big, empty house and tosses the keys to his car onto a small table as he shuffles by before collapsing on the couch with a groan. At least it was way past most of the little shits' bedtime.
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[personal profile] tiltshifts 2022-10-30 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, he did. It kind of got better after my brother went missing, but I don't think he ever really liked my family.
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la la la la...

[personal profile] creepycarrie 2022-12-19 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Indiana is a far cry from Maine, but Carrie isn't complaining. People don't bully her here, not the way they did back in Chamberlain. Of course, being forcibly transplanted there right after telling Momma that Tommy Ross invited her to prom and she'd agreed to go meant being dropped into the middle of a shark-infested ocean. It's nearly prom here, too, and Carrie White is completely invisible.

So, while she's not being treated to another round of CARRIE WHITE EATS SHIT spray painted all over her locker, it's still lonely. She still has to eat lunch in a bathroom stall because no one wants the weird new girl in her frumpy dresses and with her unruly curls dragging them down with her. The one time she spoke in class, she learned that Hawkins High School is fundamentally no better than her own old one. Though...she also learned that day that not all of Hawkins High would rather point and laugh than listen.

Getting an answer right when it wasn't cool to know the answer will forever be her fate, she's sure — and now she has to fight her instinct to please the teacher in order to stay off her classmates' radars — but maybe that's okay if there will always be another misfit to tear them down. Maybe he hadn't meant to come to her defense or to rescue her from humiliation, but he'd done it all the same.

With nothing else to occupy her time, Carrie learns his name is Eddie Munson and she quickly falls down a rabbit hole of fact-gathering, slipping from an enamored curiosity into a quiet obsession, learning everything she can about him and, by extension, Dungeons and Dragons. That's quite a feat, to be sure, given she can hardly read anything about it where Momma might be able to find it. Lord knows, Momma would say it's of the devil and Carrie would wind up locked in her prayer closet for hours. Eddie Munson might be fascinating, but he's not worth the prayer closet; no one is.

She can't help herself when, one afternoon when all the bathroom stalls are occupied when Carrie slips into the restroom with her bag lunch in hand. In the absence of her normal spot, Carrie finds herself instead alone at the abandoned far end of the table where Hellfire Club is discussing their next campaign. Carrie props up a textbook — Calculus — on the table to hide behind as she eats in silence, peeking over the lip of the book cover every time Eddie Munson stands at the head of the table to be seen by the whole of his group, stealing glances at her heroic savior who doesn't even know she exists. Life is entirely too cruel...
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[personal profile] spikedbats 2023-03-12 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Well, yeah, I can be generous for the right reasons.

...What else do you want to ask for?

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[personal profile] creepycarrie 2023-05-01 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
It's been a long week. A long, miserable week, actually, and it's still only Wednesday. Carrie's been out of school all week so far and the only reason she's in today, she suspects, is because the main office called her mom and said she'll need a doctor's note to stay home another day.

She tries to stay as invisible as possible throughout the school day, biting her own tongue so hard to hold back a cry of pain when she's bumped into several times in a row by the football players running recklessly through the halls between classes that she tastes blood. In classes, she keeps her head down and hides behind her hair. Even in the class she shares with Eddie, she doesn't look at him beyond the obligatory recognition when she comes into the classroom and he's beaten her there. At lunch, Carrie finds an empty table and takes up as little space as she can manage at the end of it, hiding herself behind propped up textbook so as few people as possible will notice that she's trying to catch up lost sleep by resting her head on her arms crossed on the table. Beyond the nosebleed Momma caused her when she'd hit Carrie in the face with a new, hardcover copy of the Bible before shoving her into the new prayer closet — this one, too small to nap in like the one at the house in Maine — and locking her in for the entire weekend and two days following it, there aren't any outward signs of what she endured being cramped in that tiny space or being beaten in the back of the head with that same Bible. Her shoulder still screams from the protruding nail in the wall that she'd been pushed into in the closet; her neck and back ache from her attempts to sleep sitting with her back up against the closet door.

Under no circumstances, Momma had made it very clear, is she to be seen with those Devil-worshipping boys ever again, and so when Mike Wheeler walks past her table as she's setting it up and asks what she's doing, Carrie pretends not to hear him. She pretends not to be able to feel Dustin's eyes drilling through her textbook when she can hear snippets of Mike trying to explain to him that she must be mad at them or something.

Carrie nestles her face down against her arms and closes her eyes, letting tears slip down her cheeks while nobody can see them. She misses her friends. Carrie finally made friends — more impressively, plural, not just one — and she's terrified of being seen spending time with them again, lest Mrs. Cunningham and Mrs. Carver have another "quick chat" with Momma about Carrie's questionable "attempts at outreach." She's not sure which is worse, being an outcast because everybody hates her or being an outcast because she's making it happen herself to avoid another beating and prayer closet stint. Probably the latter.

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[personal profile] cheerlessness 2023-07-23 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
To be honest with you, I've gotten pretty good at pretending to be someone's girlfriend already, so I don't see why I can't do the same for you.
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[personal profile] bigboyvibes 2024-03-07 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Hey man. Shit, I know it's super late and I'm really sorry to bother you at this hour but-

You got any good drugs? Like, the really good kind?

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[personal profile] bigboyvibes 2025-01-05 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
It's fine.