Hawkins Vice and Virtue

RP Blog for my OCs Steve, Tex, Rat and Sci | 18+ | Boys on a sliding scale of good to bad >;)

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The Boys ;)

Hi there! I’m Kaizen and welcome to my muse/RP blog. 18+, occasionally NFSW, indie, multi muse, non-mutual (at this point in time) friendly and non-selective. OC and Canon friendly. Rules and Mun Info here

Thread Tracker here (last updated 27/12/2021) Current Response Time: One Week (posting on Saturday/Sunday)

Below is a list of the boys I currently play, both OCs and Canon divergent

The Boys are OCs who are mostly inspired by characters out of Stranger Things

The Boys (Primary Muses - OCs)

Tex (fandomless [bio] , Stranger Things, Dead by Daylight (Killer - Skins [bio] )

Steve McKeen (Steve M) (fandomless [bio], Marvel [bio to come])

Rat (Alt. version of Steve) (fandomless [bio], Stranger Things [bio to come], Dead by Daylight (Killer - Legion: Rat [bio to come], Marvel [bio to come])

Canon Divergent (Secondary Muses)

Jim Hopper (Stranger Things) [bio to come]

Jughead Jones (Riverdale) [bio to come]

Steve Harrington (Steve H) (Stranger Things [bio to come],  Dead by Daylight (Survivor - [bio]))

Walter “Keys” McKey (Free Guy) [bio to come] 

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Damn it's been too long but I have to say...

Okay so it's not like it's gonna be a surprise to anyone but given my lack of activity here in recent months, I think it's time to admit to myself that I'm not sure Tumblr RP is working out for me at this stage. It sucks that it's taken me so long but I figure I might as well admit this to myself and you all who have patiently waited for some kind of response. I RP mostly on Discord and honestly, find it much easier there too. So if anyone wants to carry on any of the RPs from here on there, please dm me and I'll happily pass on my Discord ^^ I'm really really sorry for the radio silence. I've not intentionally ghosted anyone here but I do totally understand if it feels that way. That's completely on me, not on you. I'll be archiving this blog in the next couple of months so that any RPs will still exist, rather than just deleting it and making people feel like our work was for nothing. It wasn't. It was fun, I can assure you. This just sadly isn't the platform for me for RP. I'll still be around on a different blog supporting communities and wish you all the best. Rat Boy

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Wow it's been a month.. so sorry everyone. Went radio silent with no warning.

I'm going to try and get to responses within the next couple of weeks. I think my motivation for here sadly had been fleeting recently so I can only apologise to anyone waiting for a response.

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“Well then, let’s see if we can get her to go all the way to China,” Hopper smiled, having no time for mean old people, especially where young people were concerned. He’d had his share of seeing mean relatives with Hargrove and Harrington, all in different guises. 

 "Mass manufacturing huh? Not as fun as making your own though, surely?“ Maybe that could be something they could do. Hopper did after love making things, even if sometimes it turned into a disaster. Joyce sure as hell seemed to think it was funny when they did. But then again that woman could get away with murder in his eyes. 

 "King Dingus. Suits him. Goes well with his little sailor get up. And I’ll happily be a dingus as well. Maybe I could be Chief Dingus. I’m sure El would get a kick out of that one.“ 

 Speaking of El, he thought for a moment, the notion reflecting on his face. "I’m not sure. I’d have to ring the Wheelers and ask her. But for you, I can imagine she would come home." 

He paused and then said jokingly, "unless she’s sucking face with the Wheeler kid and then we have no hope in getting her home. And yeah we have that station. Don’t worry. Joyce made me more channels. Suggested I was prime evil if I didn’t.”

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"Good riddance, Doris Buckley.” That had been her grandmothers name. “Isn’t Doris an awful name? Maybe that was why she was so mean.” She knew that wasn’t the reason. She’d just been a bitter old woman that hated life. And, like her son, she’d also been an alcoholic. That had been the vice that eventually killed her and left Robin to fend for herself against her father. It wasn’t all that long ago but it seemed like a lifetime with all that she’d dealt with since the old woman kicked the bucket. “She might reach China by nightfall with the way we are talking about her.”

Making their own eggnog? She wasn’t all that sure it was a good idea. She was no good at making anything and she’d eaten some of Hopp’s experiments in cooking. Some where okay but many of them weren’t. He was best at making them all tv dinners. He should stick to that. Still, she’d never tell him that because she wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings. “Mass manufacturing might not be as fun but it’s probably the way to go.” She answered matter of factly.

The thought of Steve in his sailor outfit made Robin chuckle even if she had to wear an equally humiliating one for work. “The sailor outfit isn’t that bad.” That was more for her benefit than anything because she was the one that had to dress in it and feel like the human embodiment of a dingus. “Chief Dingus works. I’ll let you share it with El!” The kid was going to love it, Robin was sure of it. “Gross.” She verbalized her opinion on that El and Mike kissing quite openly and loudly. “Thank god for Joyce.” Making herself comfortable on the couch she sipped at her eggnog and waited for Hopper to find the channel.

“You know.” She started thoughtfully. “I never really liked Christmas…it was just another day.” Another day for her father to treat her like shit. “But you and El, you guys make me like it.” It was rare for Robin to get sappy like that but she truly meant it.

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"Doris? Well I've known some nice Dorises. Lady across the road when I was a kid was called Doris and she made a mean chocolate cake. The type that made you put one weight by just looking at it. But doesn't sounds anything like your old lady. So yeah, good riddance to her and all the bad, mad old Dorises in the world."

Hopper didn't know Doris Buckley nor did he wanted to. He didn't know the kid's life story but he tried his best not to pry; it usually got him slapped hands and a stern look when he tried it with anyone. Even those in his custody who were meant to tell him things.

"Good. I'm sure the Chinese will have a fitting place for her. It's a big country. They'll find somewhere. Or with any luck, she'll come out at the bottom of a lake."

He then smiled, nodding and five a small chuckle. He got it. He wasn't the best at the whole home cooking thing. Joyce tried to be nice about it too. Eleven, well she had stopped being. He got the message when she said she would prefer a cold microwave meal over the burger and chips he'd be served her. And he knew she loved burgers and chips; she ate it enough other places.

"Oh really? The guy seems to have a face on everytime I see him. Though I get that I'm not a pretty lady so maybe that's why he doesn't throw a smile my way."

Or maybe it was actually because he'd taken so long in there deciding once that he geniunely thought he was going to blow a fuse, not realising that this was something the guy had to tell with all the times. That and that certain people would come in to anatognise him. Including a certain life guard.

"She already has enough nicknames for me without having mire and glad you share my sentiment," he chuckled, then looking a little softer at the mention of Joyce. "Yeah thank god for her indeed."

His gaze then turned to her, the warmth in his eyes and smile war as he sat down in his chair and nodded. "I'm really glad to hear we make it something for you. We don't have much but everything we have is also yours. Merry Christmas Robin."

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    “did   someone   die?” andi   wasn’t   sure   why   that   was   the   first   thing   that   came   out   of   her   mouth.   yet   there   it   was.  that   was   a   lot   of   her   problem,   most   of   the   time   she   just   blurted   out   the   first   thought   in   her   head.   it   was   always   something   random   and   often   in   appropriate.  "if   so   at   least   i   don’t   have   to   buy   anything   black.”   steve   looked   devastated.   the   pint   size   punk   was   almost   desperate   to   cheer   him   up.   she   was   probably   going   about   it   the   wrong   way.   in   her   own   awkward   way   she   was   still   trying.  “what   is   it,   steve-o?”   she   moved   a   little   closer   and   put   a   hand   on   his   shoulder.   “did   another   girl   tell   you   she   was   gay?”   okay,   that   definitely   wasn’t   going   to   make   it   better.  “shit,   i’m   sorry.   no   really   what   happened?   what   changed   that   could   possibly   be   so   bad?”   in   the   short   time   that   she’d   been   there,   hawkins   didn’t   seem   like   the   type   of   place   where   anything  changed.   it   was   so   damned   boring.

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For all the people he could have ran into right now, it had to be someone with zero filter or maybe even regard for others' feelings. But it was fine. He'd got the memo on lack of caring about his particular feelings years ago. Besides, he was much too occupied with handling other people's these days or protecting them with his nailed baseball bat.

"What? No. Not yet anyway," he added the last part with a mutter, running his hand through his hair which was unusually slightly limp today.

"And no, no black required. And...." He sighed, rolling his eyes and pushing her hand off his shoulder. "No. I've learned my lesson on that one. I'm strictly a free guy right now."

Stepping away from her, he looked her up and down before crossing his arms. "What could ..listen. If you're just here to humour, I suggest you back off and find someone else to torment. I'm really not in the mood right now."

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Keys isn’t so sure that Venom js going to accept either apology, looking nervously at Eddie and trying to distract himself by running his fingers through his hair. In hindsight, calling Venom a monster had been a really insensitive move and he wishes he could take it back. Not just because of well, how he feels about Eddie, but also because that isn’t him. He isn’t someone who went around hurting peoples’ feelings. But thankfully the symbiote decides to not choose violence and emerged, Keys meeting him eye to eye and smiling. He is also kinda cute, now Keys is getting to see him close up and if Eddie cared about him so much, then so would Keys. Even if he had no idea how that sort of thing even works with a non human life form. Especially one who bites men’s heads off. 

Keys looks away, wincing and putting up his hands, before spreading his fingers and looking through him. Slowly lowering them and walking over to where the headless men are. “Okay. So that’s what eaten looks like. Noted. I’ll definitely not be using that word again.” Looking over at Eddie, he the sighed, eyeing the walls. “Any idea where the panel is to deactivate the alarms on this place?”

He could eat the remainder of the bodies to save Eddie the trouble of law enforcement finding headless bodies but it is not as tasty as the heads and Venom is not feeling that generous, so instead of doing so, he allows Eddie to take control once more. However, they’re alone with Keys, so he forms into a blob attached to Eddie’s shoulder.

“Uh, yeah.” Eddie had gone over the floor plans with Venom, after all, and with a quick glance around he finds the panel and walks over to it to shut the alarms down. Venom lends a helping hand by having a tendril snake out to choke the life out of the guard coming around the corner that he senses.

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"Oh yeah. Yeah of course." Keys looked awkward as he followed, his eyes occasionally glancing at Venom who seemed to have settled on Eddie's shoulder. Or was maybe attached, Keys wasn't 100% sure. Blinking as the guard went down, he watched Eddie use the panel and the alarms cut out. Really? It was that simple. "Okay now that...is too easy surely? It's like they wanted us to find that." Maybe Keys was being paranoid or had watched too many movies or something. But surely it shouldn't be that easy to shut something like that off? Surely? Walking over to Eddie and Venom, he then glanced around, looking for any other guards or interruptions and then saying softly to them both, "What do we do now?"

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Steve wasn’t hesitant in stepping in front of the other guy. Stranger or not, he wasn’t the kind of guy who let others be in the path. Maybe not the best of character traits but it was something he did on instinct now over anything else. The banging and rustling seemed to almost sound like the thing was now going through a bin or dumper, knocking into things as it navigated its away around. Looking over his shoulder, he gestured to behind them and whispered, “S…start walking back slowly and t..try to make as little sound as possible.”

Derek was pleasantly surprised when the stranger stepped in front of him, feeling just a tad bit safer, though he was undoubtedly worried about whoever this is standing in front of him. He began slowly backing away as quietly as possible to not startle whatever it was digging in the trash can in front of them. “C-mon” He whispers, short and quick once he’s put enough distance between him and whatever’s making the noise.

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Feeling the other slowly back away, Steve did the same, arm still out as if he thought the other might suddenly changed his mind and rush forward. Or maybe curiousity would kill the cat and he'd want to know what was actually out there. Turning his head for a split second, he nodded, drawing parallel with the other, before turning and running. Hoping the other did the same and that the thing out there didn't hear them and pursue. Hopefully its hearing wasn't that good.

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Steve “Rat” McKeen: It had been a while since the pair had last seen each other, but would he ever miss up the change to antagonise this particular individual. No. Never. If he did, then he knew he was ill.  “Peter Parker, what a pleasant surprise.“ 

The young guy grins, moving his foot to shuffle the book around, maybe add a few scuff marks whilst he stares down at Peter, the same amusement dancing in his eyes. He crosses his arms and after looking over his shoulder at the small crowd, which has now gathered, turns back to him.

"I wonder where you’d been hiding. Miss me?" 

He heard some sniggering in the background and put his foot down harder. Pity he’d not shoved Peter so hard he’d fallen on his ass too. Maybe next time. 

"Gonna be late for your next lesson Parker? What a shame. So I am but I happen to know Miss Clem won’t give me detention. I finally made it onto the good boys list.”

Ah, the joys of high school; the local bully that throws his weight around to entertain the crowd and make someone feel small. He’s no stranger to it, unfortunately, and he’s especially familiar with Rat too. Peter can only watch as the book gets dragged along the floor, a controlled breath taken to keep himself calm and from acting out. Ben wouldn’t approve, he reminds himself. He wouldn’t approve of him fighting back and making an embarrassment out of Rat like he so desperately wants to.  

❝ Just been busy. ❞ He mutters in reply, eyeing the growing crowd with mild frustration. He really doesn’t want to do this with Rat today but when did he ever get a choice in that? All he wants to do is get his book back and head to lesson. That’s not happening any time soon. ❝ Hopin’ to make it onto Santa’s good boys list too? ❞ He quipped back at him, brows quirking questioningly, earning a few quiet laughs. He should hold his tongue, keep his head down, not antagonise him more and make his ‘fans’ laugh but here he is, doing exactly what he shouldn’t be doing.

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Parker. Peter Parker. It was hard to describe how much near on hate he had for this boy. In all honesty, he wasnt completely sure why. He only knew that Peter Parker made his skin chill, his flesh tingle like there were ants under his skin. That everytime he laid eyes on him, he wanted to punch that stupid little face. "Just been busy, what kinda crappy reason is that heh?" He looked to a couple of people who he knew would laugh on cue, and they did, snorting and whispered behind flat hands. "Heh, Santa ain't real dumbass. Nor is the tooth fairy or the Easter Bunny." More sniggers and Rat looks satisfied, hands firmly on hips as he tilts his head and then eyes the book. "Shame Parker, you always have to make it harder for yourself. And more fun for me." With that, he booted the book down the corridor, the corridor parting like a sea as it slid across the floor, spinning as it did so and then laying to rest further down. "Enjoy your walk Parker."

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Well darn it's been a while. Sorry everyone :S guess time flies when you're not paying attention.

I'll start to work on my drafts over the next week or so and get them queued.

Thanks for your patience. I really need to keep my eye on here a lot better than I am doing

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　　　　The sky there wasn’t quite the one during clear nights in Siberia, yet Alina still found herself staring at the stars for a few seconds when they got to a more open space. Had the situation been so uncommon and filled with anticipation, she thought most people would have almost found it romantic. Not that she was the kind of girl that swooned over things like that. When you lost your first love and it was your fault, relationships become a lot more complicated no matter how much time had passed. And although she’d tried dating a few times since moving to America, the thought of dragging Steve even more into her messy life was enough to keep from crossing that line. No matter how cute he looked sometimes, especially when he sounded nervous like now. 

　　　　As it turned out, though, it seemed like she actually wasn’t the only one keeping secrets from the other. Or the only one capable of causing chaos, one could say. Alina was still staring at Steve with curious and slightly concerned eyes when it just happened, flames appearing from his fingers like he was some fucking magician. 

　　　　«  черт возьми! » Cussing coming out in Russian, her mind took a long moment to realize that the one friend she had made — the one that always seemed so normal to her — was showing her he had superpowers. She had met a few enhanced individuals during her life, but it was a lot different when it was Steve. « It just… happened? » How was it possible, even? There was always a cause to stuff like that, radioactivity or some other shit playing a part, for example. Alina blinked, taking a step closer. Compared to fire, her skills as a widow didn’t seem so interesting anymore. « How… Have you told anyone about this? »

Steve found himself watching Alina from time to time, noticing how she was watching the sky. Wondering what was going on in her mind. She was fascinating and he wanted to know more about her. But honestly, she also scared him a little and he wasn't sure how to ask what he wanted to, or even if it was allowed. He valued their friendship and didn't want to damage it, her being the only person right now he really called that. He wasn't the best at social situations and had only grown more distant with others due to recent events. He could see the concern in her eyes and even stepped back at the exclamation, feeling the tears well up in his eyes as he extinguished the flame and shoved his hands in his pockets. Turning away from her slightly as if scared he was about to reject him. 

 "I....I dunno.  But it did and... I dunno what to do Alina." Sensing her step forward, he looked at her, lip wobbling as he shook his head rapidly. "No....no you're the only person who knows. I can't tell anyone. The...they'll think I... I'm one of them....." 

 The word going unsaid as he sighed and looked at the sky. He'd originally only brought her here to show her the stars. But the more he'd thought about things, the more scared he become until he knew he had to tell someone and she was the only person he had. 

 "I'm...I'm sorry. I...I really only brought you here..to.err....show you the stars. But..I I can't....what's happening to me Alina?"

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The first apology goes ignored by Venom, though it’s clear to Eddie that the symbiote is listening to him. Eddie can feel his emotions, feel his mood, and while he’s sulking at least he’s listening. 

Honestly, they’re lucky that Venom doesn’t try to eat Keys for calling him a monster. Not that Eddie would allow Venom to eat the poor guy and he can tell Venom is tempted too but luckily, the alien starts to calm down.

As Keys looks Eddie in the eyes and apologizes, Venom decides he will come out now. He slithers out from underneath skin, forming a black blob attached to Eddie’s shoulder. 

“Venom accepts Keys’ apology.” He declares. “However, if Keys does it again, Venom will eat him.” Venom doesn’t give Keys a chance to respond before he’s taking over Eddie entirely and moving towards the bad guys to deal with them and chomp their heads off, much to Eddie’s displeasure.

Keys isn't so sure that Venom js going to accept either apology, looking nervously at Eddie and trying to distract himself by running his fingers through his hair. In hindsight, calling Venom a monster had been a really insensitive move and he wishes he could take it back. Not just because of well, how he feels about Eddie, but also because that isn't him. He isn't someone who went around hurting peoples' feelings. But thankfully the symbiote decides to not choose violence and emerged, Keys meeting him eye to eye and smiling. He is also kinda cute, now Keys is getting to see him close up and if Eddie cared about him so much, then so would Keys. Even if he had no idea how that sort of thing even works with a non human life form. Especially one who bites men's heads off. 

Keys looks away, wincing and putting up his hands, before spreading his fingers and looking through him. Slowly lowering them and walking over to where the headless men are. "Okay. So that's what eaten looks like. Noted. I'll definitely not be using that word again." Looking over at Eddie, he the sighed, eyeing the walls. "Any idea where the panel is to deactivate the alarms on this place?"

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                              „ a whole thing , huh ? seems like i‘m the one surprising you after all , harrington. “ , the dirty blond teased as a chuckle left his lips and he pulled him closer , pressing a kiss to his temple as the tips of his fingers moved over the back of his neck and he smiled fondly. „ but we can have a little welcome home party  tomorrow, if you want it. so you‘re not feeling that bad. “ , he purred teasing and presed another kiss to his temple , before he pulled him closer again and there was a heavy sigh slipping past his lips now. he hated the thought of steve being all alone in their house , waiting for him to return home , when there was nothing they could have done. he pressed another kiss to his temple. „ missed you really bad. “  , he murmured quietly and he did miss steve. he hated having him not there with him , even though a part of him was glad that they weren‘t together 24/7 , because as much as he loved his boyfriend and as much as he had missed him , he also  knew how great steve was at pushing the right buttons to annoy him and maybe that was also one of the reasons why they worked so well together.

his arms moved around his hip and there was a smug grin perking up on the corner of his lips as he let his blue orbs roam over his features. „ mhm i do see how much you missed me and feel it. “ , he purred , before he rolled on top of steve , fingers moving to brush through his hair as a fond smile perked up on the corner of his lips. „ did miss you too.. just the same. “ , he whispered and leaned forward to kiss him softly.  

"Yep, you just come in here and ruin my perfect plans," the brunette teased back, wrapping his arms around Billy as they moved closer together. The kiss drawing a small sigh out of him, following by incoherent mumbling as Billy moved his hands. The touch on the back of his neck more than welcome, one of his favourite places to be touched.

"So I'm not feeling that bad? Asshole" he grinned, poking him in the side before settling again. "after all the work I put in, I think I deserve to." And he had. Billy probably didn't realise how much time Steve had spent on it. Yeah maybe not setting it up but thinking about it and stuff. Buying things. It had been one of the only things keeping him going. Work had been a dud, he'd been tired listening to all the rumours and coming back home to an empty house wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

"Missed you more," Steve murmured back, looking up at Billy with those brown eyes of affection which were only for him. He knew he could be a pain in the ass, but he really did hate being away from him. Maybe a little too dependent on him really, but he struggled more because Billy was away so much.

Grinning, he replied with a "Good," as the blonde rolled on top of him, feeling a sharp breath at the feel of him now where Steve loved him to be. Kissing him back, it feeling like how it had when Billy left. Nothing had changed.

His own hands went up his back, pulling gently at the shirt he was wearing. An inconvenient barrier which Steve soon slipped under. He didn't want anything in the way right now, just wanted to feel Billy under his fingertips and nothing else.

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Where is time going?! Doesn't seem like two minutes since February came and went o_o

Got three drafts to do and aiming to do them this week ^^ might do some meme calls and such after that ^^ got the ball rolling again here.

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Hello, my name is AJ! And I still fucking hate having to do this but because my landlord is being a fucking prick, I truly need the help, we have til the 28th to move and we can’t bloody afford it, we lost our housing assistance cause we couldn’t afford to pay $3000. My landlord had said we could have an extension if we needed it, on the condition we were looking and fuck sakes we are but everything is expensive and at the moment, there is hardly anything for rent in a decent price rage. But now he is refusing it. And bad as it, it’s coming from someone else because they aint allowing us to directly talk to our landlord. Which I’m pretty sure by law, we have the right to talk to. Which btw the loan on this place is still in my great aunts name and they told the housing assistance they were keeping our agreement we had in motion because they took over but they straight up lied because we are the ones paying the power, gas, water bill when they are supposed to because that’s how our agreement was. And let’s be honest, they aint fixing anything that we complained needed fixed. My bedroom windows let in the freezing cold cause they don’t close all the way, the over head lights in the living room doesn’t work at all, our dishwasher and stove doesn’t work. And WE pay rent and the late fee. And WE even said we’d buy the fucking place but they said we wouldn’t be able to get a loan because we were on housing. My mom is legit to the point, she is going to make them evict us cause she is annoyed with their crap. I just wanna sue them but that’s an issue within itself.

So right now, I have to once again ask for help and pray that I aint ignored.. 

Please, the littlest amount helps and even just sharing the link above to boost awareness helps. I don’t know what else to do at this point..

Thanks…

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“Yep.” He nods solemnly, jerking his head back a little in a ‘you know round the back’ kind of way, noting the shrug and then grinning at her next question. So she hadn’t bought it. Smart. He did like to elaborate on his stories from time to time; it was a good way to test people and the amount of women he’d been around who had just taken his word for it was frightening. Usually he just paid the bill and let them go on their ways. These days anyway.

“Exciting, terrifying, depends on your point of view.” He looks over at her, a slightly warmer smile now as he leans forward a little, searching her face but clearly at least a little interested. Wondering what kind of stories she has to tell. “Well if you’ve got the time to talk, then I’ve got the time to listen.” A way of him saying, I’m happy to stick around, but if you want to leave, then here’s an out, without hopefully making it feel awkward for her. 

Violet sat there as he expanded on his story, but he didn’t seem to go further into his tale. Perhaps he didn’t want to share more, or maybe it never really happened. She was going to go with the latter, for now anyway. “Sounds, exhilarating!” Violet says, making an open hand gesture.

“I have nowhere else to be,” she replies with a shrug. “I could use another drink If I’m being honest,” a smile crosses her lips as she gently lifts and shakes her now empty glass. The comment seemed to be worth a shot. Maybe he’d buy her another round. “So, what did you want to know about me? Hmmm?”

It's at that point he laughed, a cheeky grin spreading across his face at her gesture. "Does it now? Well I'd be interesting to hear your actual thoughts on it?" A little test, to see if she'd actually say she thought he was bullshiting or not. Because well, it was a good indication to him on whether someone was willing to actually express what they thought. Not everyone was good at it though and he didn't necessarily think bad of someone if they didn't. It just made him wonder if they'd be the right sort of person for him. Even as a friend. 

 "Then what can I get you? And in regards to what do I want to know? How about you share a story of your own? Your choice of subject."

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wontgodowninhistory​:

Staying with Hopper was a blessing that Robin was grateful for. He could have shipped her off to foster care again like he had the other times, instead he’d just taken her home with him and El. Having a kid of his made him softer it seemed. She only had a few months until she turned eighteen and she’d rather spend it with him than with some family that was only taking her for the paycheck. It was the first place she’d ever felt truly at home. 

“I’m sure she’s rolling in her grave because we are talking about her. She was a mean old woman.” Robin wasn’t lying when she said she was dead. She did, however, enjoy pulling his leg. He made it so easy so why not? It was all in good fun anyway. “They always do a good job. Mass manufacturing will do that.” The affection was noticed and she chuckled softly. This is what she’d always wished for in a father growing up. “That’s what I call him, say. He’s King Dingus.” Steve was still the original dingus. “It’s also a general term so you can be a dingus too.” 

“Is El coming home tonight to watch with us?” Robin liked the kid. It made her feel like she had a sibling and that was another welcome thing. A real little family. “I was thinking we could watch ‘A Christmas Story.’ I heard that they were having a marathon of it on TBS. You get that station right?” Robin wasn’t sure. She hadn’t even had a functional television in her home.

"Well then, let's see if we can get her to go all the way to China," Hopper smiled, having no time for mean old people, especially where young people were concerned. He'd had his share of seeing mean relatives with Hargrove and Harrington, all in different guises. 

 "Mass manufacturing huh? Not as fun as making your own though, surely?" Maybe that could be something they could do. Hopper did after love making things, even if sometimes it turned into a disaster. Joyce sure as hell seemed to think it was funny when they did. But then again that woman could get away with murder in his eyes. 

 "King Dingus. Suits him. Goes well with his little sailor get up. And I'll happily be a dingus as well. Maybe I could be Chief Dingus. I'm sure El would get a kick out of that one." 

 Speaking of El, he thought for a moment, the notion reflecting on his face. "I'm not sure. I'd have to ring the Wheelers and ask her. But for you, I can imagine she would come home." 

He paused and then said jokingly, "unless she's sucking face with the Wheeler kid and then we have no hope in getting her home. And yeah we have that station. Don't worry. Joyce made me more channels. Suggested I was prime evil if I didn't."

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The pain that ripped through her body made her cry out in pain, a pain she hadn’t known before.  Something about this hurt more than any pain she had ever felt during the trials before.  “No..”  She cried out seeing one of her friends not wanting them to get caught.  She tried to wiggle free, even though he’d no doubt down her if she did.

"Put me down”  She beat on his back as they moved towards the hook closest to them. She hated this part, it hurt, it was rusted and she’d be sick for the next few weeks.  “HELP!!!”  She cried out in pain as she struggled to break away.  Then it happened, the pain seared through her body.

With a sickening sound, she felt the hook press through her body from behind and she looked down at the killer, trying to get herself off.  She let out another loud scream of pain.

Skins...

Turning to see what she was saying no to, he spotted one of the other survivors, grinning as he continued to walk and then spun to swipe at them, his chainsaw connecting with the side of the other's head before he continued to walk. He didn't even check to see if he'd downed them; one survivor at a time.

"Oh I will." And he did, as he put her down on the hook and then stepped back, checking his chainsaw as she screamed, looking over his shoulder to see if the other survivor had followed. They did that sometimes, sometimes because they thought they could help. Sometimes because they were just plain stupid.

You know that the Entity enjoys it when you do that right? Just a thought."

 Starting up his chainsaw again, he took one more look at her before he walked away. He wasn't going to camp her, it wasn't his style. Instead he'd go and find the other survivors and if he saw her again, well....she would see....