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[bitofabitchx-blog]

starter for @bloodxhands

At least he wasn’t getting kicked out for being underaged. There are a limited number of bars in Hawkins, and fewer still that’ll turn a blind eye to his age so long as he doesn’t order anything heavier than a beer or get himself into trouble with the other patrons.

The beer part isn’t hard. He’s partial to PBR, and it costs the least per can. The staying out of trouble part has caused him few problems. He can feel a bead of blood dripping down his upper lip and running over, but he doesn’t bother wiping it away, barely even considers it as blood smears across his teeth. He clocks the bouncer approaching from the left to escort him out. 

“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” he snaps and yanks his arm away. “I can see myself out.”

[mysticae]

In order to expand hope’s influence upon the world, it is of utmost importance that one recruits those onto the side of hope. Despair is a terrible beast, residing within the heart of man, easily influencing one’s actions and thoughts. But hope, hope is a glorious thing—it can bring out the true tenacity within a human, while despair can only course malice through one’s veins. The foundation needed those who were strenuous, those who were willing to fight till the brink of death to bring hope back into the ravished world they live in.

And the detective just knew who to persuade.

The fallen city is vacant. Those who lurk around the crumbling buildings are only asking for trouble. Wellness is naught in this city; those who wander alone are in risk of being slain alive by those ravished by malice and despair.

But lo, she is able to find the girl she hunts for.

“Chie-san, is it not?”