#c1nemas

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@c1nemas​ ASKED,  " 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 "  —  𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏

           𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌.  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎  keys, little holly wheeler giving her a goodbye wave as she always did through the window before leaving to help mother with dinner.  feet halt when he calls out, head turning first && then body to follow.  brows furrow for a second as lips part only a tiny bit.   steve harrington . . steve never paid her much attention when they were in school together.  they had classes together, even did a project in pairs,  && he had never asked her name, outside of formality then but he’d   𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽   it by the next day, until now.     ;       of course, then when they had classes together, emerson’s hair was a light brown color && not this bright, stark color of green save for the ends  !     a smile, slight && not entirely full of warmth as smiles are intended, breaks out onto features:   ❝  we went to school together . . had classes together, steve.  nothing ringin’ a bell ?  ❞  she’s just fucking with him && didn’t mean any malice in question.    ❝  emerson. ❞  name is given as car door is unlocked.   ❝  but, most people just call me emmy. ❞   && she’s gone inside of car, engine started. 

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@c1nemas​ ASKED,  " 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔.  𝒊'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆. "  —  𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏

           𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.  𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍?   emerson isn’t exactly sure,  but by the way it leaves apollo’s lips they assume it’s nothing more than an excuse or something to say to get out of what’s being asked.   arms come to cross over emerson’s chest as their expression hardens a little with furrowed brows && a deeply downturned set of lips.    ❝  none of us are. ❞   comes her reply with a stern tone of voice,      ;      ❝  none of us will ever be this exact version of ourselves⸺el lost her powers && did what needed to be done to get them back.  i . . i- . . ❞   a pause happens when the attention is   𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭   in her direction !    she can’t say these things about eleven && not include herself . . it’d sound hypocritical.   emerson knows her strengths, her weaknesses, no matter how much she’d rather ignore it.     ❝  i haven’t used my powers in years.  no the way papa had me doing in the lab,  but i still stepped up && at least tried to be helpful.   it might not be what you want to do,  but you’ve got to try. ❞    will point land on its mark?    ❝ it’s life && death. we can’t just give up. ❞

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@c1nemas​  ASKED,  " 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 ?  𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕 ? "  —  𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏

         𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  they were headed next.   the other talk among themselves trying to figure out what they may uncover, previously missed, at the hawkins lab yet the entire time emerson seems to look off into space, disconnected with a rock in their gut !    so much happened in that lab && she escaped . . she escaped being killed, being subjected to more tests, from being experimented on for one mans curiosity in why these kids have them to begin with !   she was young when she escaped,  hardly ten years old,  but she remembers it so 𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂.     ;      when eddie calls after her, some of the others having walked forward,  emerson remains fixed where they stands.   head shakes silently with expression clearly pained verging on being completely upset or panicked.   ❝  no, i- . . ❞   teeth bite into her lower lip before it’s released,    ❝  i   𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃   go back. ❞   eyes struggle to meet the others gaze across from her.  a deep breath is taken into her lungs && huffed out,    ❝  besides . . wha-what does the lab have to do with what’s happening?  it-it might not !   we shouldn’t waste our time !  ❞  tears well in light colored eyes.

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                                       ❝            you      hear      about      that      murder      ?            ❞            skates      come      to      a      halt,      elbows      finding      solace      upon      the      counter      before      her.         eyes      dart      towards      the      small      television      that      played      that      morning's      early      morning      cartoons      -      phill      thought      the      news      would      make      bad      business,      although      he      masked      it      with      the      excuse      of      being      sympathetic      to      the      family      ,                  ❝      bet      the      park's      littered      with      police      ,      huh      ?               ❞      /@c1nemas​

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                           𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠         (   .   .   .   )         𝙩𝙤𝙘𝙠         (   .   .   .   )         𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠      (   .   .   .   )      𝙩𝙤𝙘𝙠         goes      the      clock      ,      a      drumming      in      her      ears      ,      a      cathedral      bell      in      her      head.         the      sound      ,      ever      fleeting      ,      called      to      her      to      follow      the      labyrinth      of      winding      trees      until      the      marvel      was      in      sight.      there      was      nothing      but      her      and      this      grandfather      clock      ,      which      laid      domant      within      the      mud      and      leaves      .   .   .      chiming.                     something      was      wrong.            terribly      so.            a      lump      formed      in      her      throat      ,      sweat      beading      upon      her      forehead      ,      eyes      searching      for      the      exit      from      the      bleak      nightmare      she      had      stumbled      into.         breath      clouded      before      her      ,      although      the      hot      summer      nights      had      set      in      days      prior      ,      and      she      couldn't      help      but      feel      as      if      something      unsettling      was      close      to      her.        

                                                                                                      a      simple      touch      startles      her.         a      hand      upon      her      shoulder      causes      her      to      turn      quickly,      expecting      to      stare      up      into      the      face      of      her      end      ,      but      finds      quite      the      opposite.         the      warm      eyes      she      had      come      to      love      stared      back      at      her      ,      and      although      they      brought      her      comfort      ,      something      willed      her      to      step      back      from      the      frame      she      so      dearly      wanted      to      hold      ,      heart      hammering      in      her      chest      ,            ❝         .      .      .      i      lost      the      trail.            ❞            she      manages      to      mutter      through      knotted      breathes      ,      lungs      burning      ,      as      if      she      hadn't      breathed      for      a      lifetime.         / @c1nemas​