#bctclgevse

[kxllerblond]

@bctclgevse ASKED: ❛ soundtrack to disaster. ❜

A glance first for the other and then a sweeping glance around as if expecting such a thing. ❝ I'm sorry, are you doing some sort of meta narration of non-existent stage directions or are you asking for recommendations? I need a lil' bit more to work with here, I'm afraid. I'm not sure what tone you're setting for this conversation. ❞

[alwaysthesitter]

Starter for @bctclgevse

Steve knew it was risky, heading into the abandoned Creel House alone. Even though they had 'defeated' Vecna, and even though Steve appeared to only have one brain cell, he knew better. The 'earthquake' that had shook Hawkins wouldn't have come to fruition if Vecna had actually been killed in their battle in the Upside Down. If they had won, the gates would have been closed permanently, rathehir than a giant rift between dimensions being created. If they had won, Max wouldn't be comatose in the hospital.

Steve needed answers. If anything, he needed to understand why killing Vecna hadn't worked. The plan had seemed so foolproof, and it had appeared that they had genuinely wounded him with their guns and molotov cocktails. The thing that hurt the most, truly, was that if they hadn't succeeded, it was all for nothing. Eddie's death was for nothing. And Steve wasn't one to just blindly accept that. He knew that the others wouldn't go with him without a solid plan, so he had set off on his own. He might not be as smart as Nancy, clues may not be his strong suit, but he owed Eddie this much. He owed Dustin this much.

It was eerie, how quiet the house was. He had been in the same version in the Upside Down, and even that was thriving with more life than this. This was where Max had gotten hurt, and Steve felt his gut sting with that knowledge. Boots stepping across the creaking floorboards, Steve quickly spun, hearing a noise. "Hello?" Okay, number one rule of horror movies, don't ask who's there. And if it were a Demogorgon, or even Vecna himself, he knew he wouldn't get a response. Still -

"I have a bat, and I'm not afraid to use it!" Hopefully just the wind. Or maybe even a squatter.

[fcrcecfnature]

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

I institutionalized her and me and my bestie gave her Sam Loomis for a doctor.

Also, I have a thread where she's mourning the loss of Michael Myers. He's become a father figure to her, and she's dating his daughter. So it hits her pretty hard, and she's trying to stay strong for his kids and not show how much it hurts her because she feels like its more important for them to grieve than it is for her.

[infestedmindspace]

Mia was thankful the roads were barren at this time of night, allowing her to speed through empty stretches of asphalt in whatever direction they took her. She was no stranger to running. It happened whenever her passenger’s eating habits got out of control. It happened like clockwork now. The creature would begin to feed more erratically, Mia would make the plans to move, and once the final feeding was as devastating as predicted, she would leave. This time, the situation was a bit more dire. The sudden upheaval that forced her back onto the roads was so unpredictable that this time Mia had no opportunity to set up alternative living spaces. The pattern had been so predictable for so long. What the hell changed?

Whatever caused the creature to decide to wipe out half a street of homes, it forced her to find somewhere, anywhere to go. She couldn’t set up shop near civilization, not when she had no idea if the creature’s feeding was even done yet. Instead she was searching for something remote, somewhere that no one would go looking. Something like…

Some decrepit old building, just as sad and pathetic looking as the lonely unkempt lot it sat in. It would have to do. While it didn’t look like it officially housed anyone, there was no telling if someone hadn’t already staked claim to the dilapidated walls and molding floors. If there was someone in there, well…it was highly unlikely they would be for long.

She turned off the car and exited, opting to keep her stuff in the car until morning – when she had a game plan of how she was going to go about repairing her life again. Loose rocks crunched under her feet as she rounded the side of the building to look for any type of entrance. The rotting window sills looked like they wouldn’t put up much of a fight. She approached a ground floor window, fingers clawing beneath the crack where the pane was flush with the frame and began to force it back open. Decaying wood protested but with an angry and more forceful shove it opened just enough for her to crawl inside. She was cautious as she climbed inside, with a foot testing the structural integrity of the floor before she committed her weight fully.

The place smelled like rot. If anyone was living in this house, based on smell alone, they were either beyond dead or had something very wrong with them. 

“If anyone’s in here, it would be best to speak up now. I don’t do well with surprises,” she spoke through the dust and darkness, opting to warn whoever may be sharing the walls with her. At least give them the opportunity to get away from her before they got too close. She took out her phone, with fingers fumbling to click the flashlight button to give herself some sort of grasp on the extent of her surroundings.

“Final warning.”

@bctclgevse

[healingbrews]

*smooches Hinoka*

Sure it was like being kissed by a several days old fish carcass but it garnered her attention regardless.

"Well aren't you sweet?" She smiles half-heartedly, knowing the specter was always up to something.

"What do you want now?"

[tommywllliams]

@bctclgevse, the details are fuzzy, but even a failed scholar like tommy can put two and two together as to why he's hear. a loud BANG!, the smell of gunpowder ... the worst pain that tommy's ever felt in his life, though it doesn't last for long. everything is a red haze until it isn't, until all he knows is the heaviest sleep he's ever had. all of this is too much to dump on the lap of a stranger; when this freakish fellow asks what happened, tommy replies with a snark-laden response.

he gestures to the myriad of bullet holes peppering his torso, "... i'm here because i drive too fast."

[laebyrinths]

❛ can’t sleep? ❜ to Connie Hart

                    CONNIE   IS   AS   CONFUSED   as   she   is   startled   to   find   this   ...   gremlin   looking   man   thing   in   her   room   in   the   middle   of   the   night .     she   eyes   him   skeptically   ,   looking   over   his   appearance   with   hazel   hues   as   she   sits   upright   in   her   bed   ,    ❛   ...   no .   ❜    it's   the   truth   ,   at   least .     ever   since   her   death   and   subsequent   resurrection   at   the   hands   of   vecna   ,   sleep   has   been   hard   as   ever   to   come   by .     nightmares   plague   her   to   the   point   that   she   purposefully   does   her   best   to   not   sleep   at   all .     or   ,   at   least   as   little   as   she   can .     her   head   tilts   to   the   side   ,   brows   knitting   together   further   as   her   back   hits   the   headboard   of   her   bed   ,    ❛   who   are   you   ?   ❜

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[fiivvee]

“Big night last night?“

five reached out in front of him , eyes still SHUT , head thudding && stomach churning as he tried to figure out in the sullen dark where he exactly was . the voice had came first before five had felt his hand clatter against something metal && cold . groaning , he opened his eyes , vision blurry before shifting . the empty bottle of bourbon that he had been holding fell from his fingers && landed with a smash on the ground -- uttering once again the question -- where the FUCK was he && how did he get here ? five shifted slightly , looking around to find the source of the voice before tilting his head down && clearing his throat of the feeling of phlegm .

❝ can't REMEMBER if it was or not , ❞ he muttered , voice hoarse . ❝ must have been . ❞ || @bctclgevse