Rowan Murphy

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you can’t loose control. not even once. keep it in check.

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                              Starter Call !!

got stuff to do on joyce and brenner first but i’ll get to these shortly!

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sgtlupehpd:

of course, out of all days, this was the one where her shower had to bust a pipe. now she was tired from pulling a back to back shift, and she still had that blind date to get ready for.

“ fuck yeah i want it fixed. just how long is it gonna take? “

rowan was used to people being impatient, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. ❝ what? got a hot date or something? ❞ he asked dryly as he shut off the main water valve and drained away any excess water. going back to her actual question, he gave a one should shrug,  assessing the damaged pipe.

          ❝ ---anyway, it doesn’t look too bad. i can probably have it fixed up            in an hour... maybe two. ❞

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realanger:

“Well, I don’t celebrate Christmas, so you can move on to the next house,” she told him. She didn’t particularly want to deal with some creepy repair man at the moment, and she began to shut the door, until she saw him reaching for his sleeve. Curiosity won out, and she waited to see what he was doing.

She was glad that she had waited, because when she saw the numbers, she stopped what she was doing, leaning closer to him as if to figure out if if the numbers were fake. She looked back up at his face, and said, “Yeah, well, being tortured and abused for however many years will do that to a person.” She remembered him, but only barely.

“Pardon me for not making the connection after eight years.”

❝ and here i thought it was supposed to beat the submission into us... not out,❞ he joked in poor taste, the bitterness evident on his tongue as he covered the tattoo back up when she’d gotten a good look at it. he tended not to like to look at it for long... it brought back too many memories. ❝ yeah... guess it's a long time.--- don't worry, i'll try not to take it to heart. ❞ he didn’t remember everything, but he likely remembered a hell of a lot more than she did. she had grown up considerably since the last time he’d seen her... but that was to be expected. time was funny like that. as interesting as this reunion had begun, it was good to see a familiar face.--- to know she’d gotten out relatively okay.

❝ mind if i come in to talk? ❞ he was sure she had just as must to say to him as he did to her, but talking out in the open wasn’t going to do either of them favors.

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        for the first time in forever, she begins to doubt herself. coming back to hawkins had been a narrowly avoided fear for so long, visiting like this felt dangerous. she’s being WATCHED and she knows it. unfortunately, she needs to know if others had felt the same calling to the town that had taken so much from them. 

        she’s not hiding. quite the opposite, she wears the numbers on her arm like a badge of HONOR, proof she had survived what very few others could bear. but her leads are all coming up sour, and her bike finally broke after years of use. mechanics versus actual people can help her doesn’t come to mind, she doesn’t know the difference, and it’s evident as soon as she approaches, told by someone a vague description of someone else who might have a solution. 

         ❛ hey, uh ⸻  mrs. whats-her-face said you might be able to help me? my bike’s chain thing isn’t… working. ❜

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it’s not really a shop. not yet, anyway. it’s just a fixer-upper place towards the end of the town’s main road strip. somewhere a little more professional for people to find him instead of his shack in the woods when they need something done. he’s hardly ever there for long, but the first time in a while that he finds himself there, of course, he’d get a visitor. it seemed like everyone needed something fixed in this town... and he’d be complaining if he didn’t need the distraction.

❝ i don't really do bikes, ❞ was the first thing he told the girl, setting down his hammer and stepping away from a half-built birdhouse. for a moment, he thinks about sending her away to someone a bit more qualified, but the clueless look on her face makes him sigh. ❝ ...but i'll take a look... ❞ he caves, walking over to accept the bike. it’s another thing to add to his ever-growing list but he’d always been the type to take on a lot... especially when the real reason he was in town had only turned up a bunch of dead ends.

as he goes to lift the bike onto the workbench, he pauses when he sees her arm.

          ❝ that tattoo... ❞

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❝ look--- officer... ❞ rowan sighed, wondering where exactly he’d tripped up down the line. this was a troubling development for multiple reasons, but he tried to play it cool. ❝ i don’t know what you think you saw... but a man freezing water with his bare hand sounds kind of... well, crazy. ❞ and it did... even if he could do it. usually when people saw his abilities by accident he’d been able to play it off as if it’d been a trick of the mind... but this lady... she seemed smart. he could feel it wouldn’t be that easy.

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❝ well... aren’t you a sight for sore eyes... ❞ rowan scoffed, wiping sawdust off his hands with a damp rag. ❝ of all the numbers i’d find... i didn’t think i’d see you back in hawkins. ❞ it seemed like everyone really was gathering back in town... but for the life of him he couldn’t understand why.

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escapefromx:

            he’ll rub the back of his neck, looking rather sheepish and even confused. it was a baseball bat. a metal one. it was nearly snapped in half. “uh, i don’t know.” he’ll answer this honestly. he knew he was strong. i mean, he lived and worked on a farm! this, though? this was a bit—…odd. “maybe it was—…faulty? like, they messed it up in the factory?”

at first rowan wasn’t sure if the kid was serious, but the look on his face told him all he needed to know. ❝ right… ❞ the way the bat was broken, there was no way it was just some faulty factory fuck up. he’d never seen a metal bat snapped in half. ❝ so you don’t know… ❞ there was no way the teen did this himself… right?  ❝ i don’t think a factory stays in business long if they mess up this bad… ❞ he told him, lifting up a piece of the bat. ❝ —so what? you want me to glue it back together? ❞ he asked sarcastically, setting it back down. technically, with his powers, he could easily fix it… but he was sure most repairmen weren’t also welders too.

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As an officer and father, it was his job to notice when new people were in town. More importantly, it was his job to notice when someone was smack dab in the middle of his office, taking his heater apart. “Uh-” But before words left his mouth, Flo breezed by. “Oh, I’m having him fix your heater from that terrible clanking noise.”  “What noise?”  The elderly woman gave him a hard stare and shook her head. “You know what I’m talking about.” He didn’t, but he knew better than to push it. She didn’t say much else as she slapped four files onto his desk and walked out, her lips pursed like she was disappointed in him. Hopper was used to that by now.  All that was left was a stranger and him. Strangers were rare in these parts and after everything at the lab the last couple months, Jim had reason to be weary of them. “I don’t know what she’s on about,” he confided in the man. Setting his scalding hot coffee on his desk, he reached his hand out. “Jim Hopper, Chief around these parts.” 

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the last place rowan had wanted to be was here. he had never been comfortable with police, and to be honest, he didn’t want to be. the only reason he’d even considered it was because he’d already helped flo with a couple of things of her own and she’d seemed like a good person. he had been relieved when it didn’t look like the chief had gotten in, hoping to be in and out without having to meet him.

halfway through, however, he heard the voice of the man in charge and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. while he didn’t seem to have been on the laboratory's payroll, rowan wasn’t sure what to make of him just  yet. it felt like the man had been involved with them somehow, but he hadn’t dug far enough yet. with the lab closed, it was kind of hard to.

remembering his manners, the repairman paused in his task and got up to shake hopper’s hand as he introduced himself. of course, rowan already knew that much, but he played along. ❝ well, i'm here to figure it out,---i'll be out of your hair soon, ❞ he promised, his grip on the man’s hand firm enough to be respectful.

         ❝ i’m murphy. rowan murphy. ❞

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rollingsnowsmasher:

   THERE WAS A CLINK, and a falter in her step. It was just another day like any other, really. School was over and she was once more heading straight on back home like she often did… that was until someone had called out to her. Itsuki had found herself looking over her shoulder, before back to him. Wanting to make sure that she was actually the one that he had been addressing (Otherwise, this would have been so embarrassing if not). Though, it didn’t take as long as it should as she would then go on to pick up the tool to which he had lost.

   “Is dis it, bro?”

❝ yeah, that's it, thanks, ❞ he nodded in confirmation, offering her the smallest of smiles. his task wasn’t hard in the slightest, fixing a mailbox was something he’d had to do a few times... but the unique shape of this one, in particular, made it annoying to deal with. whoever had taken a baseball bat to it had done a great job at making his life more difficult. he’d be glad when he was finished. he had other things he needed to do with his time.

eyes falling back on the girl, an idea sparked in rowan’s head. ❝ kid, how good are you at arts and crafts? ❞ he needed an extra set of hands if she could spare them. if only to be done faster.

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experimentnumberone:

She still wore the gown from the laboratory as she had just escaped, her face was covered in dirt and blood and she was barefoot, she couldn’t properly speak yet, so all she could do was lift her arm, showing her ‘mark’ to him. A number. ‘001’

after the first initial shock of finding someone lurking behind him had settled in, his stomach tightened at the woman's appearance. dirty and bloody, even before she lifted her arm, recognition flashed across his face at the sight of the gown. ❝ here, get inside, ❞ rowan ordered, his wooden project laying forgotten as he directed her inside his home. it was out in the woods and relatively secluded, but he still did a quick check of the parameter and drew the curtains closed.

looking back at his unexpected guest, he ran a hand down his face. ❝ what did you... how did you.... ❞ he shook his head. taking a moment to collect himself. he wasn't really a fan of surprises, and this was certainly a big one. 

          ❝ ---first, are you okay? are you hurt? ❞

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Meaningful Sentence Starters

“There’s something I really need to tell you.” “I honestly thought that things would be very different.” “Do you wish you could have done it differently?” “What exactly did you think was happening here?” “How do you decide when it’s enough?” “I would die for this cause.” “There are only a few things in this world that are truly important to me.” “Ideals have to count for something.” “Why should I be a nice person?” “This was meant to be easier.” “I have an idea that I need to share.” “Look, you might not like me but we’re stuck in this.” “You remind me of someone I once knew.” “How long does it take people to change, I wonder?” “There are no good choices here.” “There are days I think we’re just in over our heads here.” “How do you keep going when things get hard?” “Are you genuinely interested in me as a person, or is this a game too?” “I care what I look like because I care what people think of me.” “Why did you decide to do it?” “You know what I really regret?” “I’m still struggling to believe any of this is real.” “Are you certain this is what you really want.” “Tell me a dream? Or a secret?” “Do you think you would still be the same person if things had turned out differently?” “What I really meant to say was very different.” “I don’t know if you’ll like what I have to say to you, but I have to tell you anyway.” “You were never supposed to know.” “Why can’t you just follow instructions?” “Why can’t you just ignore instructions?” “What chains you to this life? What keeps you here?”

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“Some say the world will end in ice some say fire from what I have tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.”

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“And what exactly are you supposed to be?” She surveyed the man who had  shown up at the door of her hotel room, trying to figure him out. He definitely wasn’t one of Brenner’s men, dressed like that, that much was certain. She took in the tool bag he held in one hand, a frown on her face. “I didn’t call for anything to be fixed.” She was suspicious, that much she knew. But then, he might just be at the wrong room. “So unless you’re here to install something, you can go.” 

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❝ santa clause, ❞ rowan answered dryly, having not expected just a... warm welcome. ❝ ---ho ho ho. ❞ granted, he was showing up unannounced... but wasn’t there a thing about respecting your elders or what not?--- in any case, she was direct, and he could respect that. he’d have to make his case quick.

lowering his voice slightly, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear before he began to roll up his left sleeve.  ❝ you were a lot nicer when you were a kid... damn, ❞ he shook his head, and once finished showed her the numbers on his arm. 

          ❝ don't remember me? ❞