#gallowes

[loetise]

@gallowes​​​​​​​​​,   summer starter call, accepting.  ˎˊ˗

              allie  drapes  herself  over  the  counter  of  the  record  store,  whining  about  how  hot  it  was  and  how  boring  it  was  and  why  couldn’t  james  just  leave  and  come  hang  out  with  her.  she  reaches  for  the  fan,  pressing  the  button  again,  only  for  it  to  make  a  useless  clicking  sound.  still  broken.    “  how  are  you,  like,  alive  right  now?  i  feel  like  i’m  melting,  james.  i’m  gonna’  totes  die  in  here!  ”    she  crumples  to  the  floor  dramatically,  peering  as  far  upward  as  she  could,  pleading.    “  come  on,  ditch  with  me?  no  one’s  here  anyways!  ”

[philomelia]

(     *      @gallowes​​​         )       ‘‘     it’s official.     ’’       head tips back,   banging back against the orange  &  blue striped chair   (in her head,  she is always looking up at the sky:   she has seen a thousand patches of clouds,    replaced now with the ugly tint of bowling alley quirkiness).    her mouth tastes of stale cheese fries,   her fingers burning a little from the bowling frenzy.     ‘‘   there is not a single cool thing to do in this entire town.    they’ve made bowling crappy.     ’’

[willbyerstm]

[𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒]: clearing my inbox [𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌]: @gallowes​ [𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄]:  ❝ your determination — well, frankly it’s scary. ❞

Chuckling, Will shakes his head lightly. He can’t imagine himself being scary in any scenario. Even in D&D, in which he’s powerful, he still can’t imagine the bad guys being afraid of him. Even metaphorically, in James’ case, it sounds...odd. 

❝ I-We have to be, don’t we? ❞ he says, his smile slowly fading  ❝ I can’t let him kill anyone else. He has taken enough people already. So if there is a way to stop him...any way, I will do it. ❞

[circc]

@gallowes​

     SOMETIMES - - - OFTEN, REALLY - - - CIRCE THINKS SHE SHOULD JUST GET OUT OF HAWKINS, INDIANA AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE. it would be selfish. it would be putting some reckless, terrible sense of self-importance over the aid she can offer, here. it would be running from something that will still linger in the back of her mind, that will still keep her up with the screaming and the writhing and the terror even if she leaves, but - distance can make it easier. DISTANCE WOULD NOT MAKE THIS EASIER. circe knows that. but sometimes ... sometimes it’s tempting. sharing a building with james gallowes is one of those times.

     it’s not his fault. it’s almost never the given persons FAULT, there’s no use placing blame for a life being ... being eventful? being terrifying? being continual and lasting and always, always having something happening, something somewhere. somewhen. she tries to ignore the writhing at the center of the mall they stand in, the people moving under their feet in secret, the scent of ash and decay and burning that lingers in the too-near future. now is just the rattle of security grates being slid down, the jingle of keys, the weary joints of people who have been working too long and dealing with too many annoying customers. STILL. fingers curl around the paper cup of soda she has been carting around half the day and she lingers, waiting, feeling like a total creep for waiting. people think she’s WEIRD, here, but that’s hawkins, and she’s a newcomer who lives in a tiny apartment downtown and stares at people, so. can she really blame them too terribly?

     “hey, sorry,” it’s almost time for the mall to CLOSE, but that felt like the best time to approach. no one around to EAVESDROP - - - no shortage of CURIOUS EYES AND EARS here, everywhere in hawkins, waiting for something to gossip about, “you - you’re, uhm ... you work here.” it’s too much of a statement, so she tacks on a “right?” to feel a little less creepy.

[guiltskate]

              ‘ you  hear  it  too?  the  clock . . . ? ’   up  until  now,  she’d  been  afraid  to  tell  anyone.  they  would  either  think  she  was  crazy,  or  worse,  they’d  believe  her,  and  all  her  nightmares  would  prove  to  be  reality.  but  if  jamie  was  brave  enough  to  bring  up  the  strange  happenings,  than  carter  thought  she  could  be,  too.  doe  eyes  land  on  his,  frightened,  the  girl  trying  to  keep  herself  together  as  arms  hug  around  her  torso.   ‘ i  thought  i  was  just . . .  hearing  things.  but  if  you  can  hear  it  too,  then . . . ’   she  trails  off,  shaking  her  head.  she  doesn’t  want  to  say  it.     @gallowes​.

[badgeworn-arc]

HE   WAS   STILL   TESTING   THE   WATERS  OF   going  into  town  and  with  a  new  look  and  a  hat  pulled  down  low  ,    he’s  been  able  to  weave  in  and  out  of  places  pretty  flawlessly  thanks  to  that  unprecedented  earthquake  .   .   .    there’s  been  a  few  people  here  and  there  that  he’s  slowly  been  introducing  to  the  truth  that  was  his  death  being  not  necessarily  fake  ,  but  wrong.      he  wasn’t  exactly  looking  to  do  that  today,  was  simply  out  and  about  to  be  so  .   .   .   he  couldn’t  stay  couped  up  forever.     it  was  by  pure  accident  that  he’d  caught  jamie’s  eye,   but  he  got  the  same  reaction  he  always  did   ━    LIKE  THE  OTHER  HAD  SEEN  A  GHOST.   he  gives  a  tip  of  his  hat  in  greeting,  eyes  darting  to  a  side  door  that  led  to  a   connected  alleyway  before  heading  out  of  said  door.   if  james  wanted  an  explanation   .    .    .    he’d  follow.  

it   wasn’t  that  the  men  had  even  been  remotely  close  but   hop  recalled  a  time  or  two  where  they’d  simply   kept  the  other  company  when  being  alone  was  too  suffocating  ,  but  having  a   conversation  was  just  too  much.     he  was  forever  grateful  for  silent  moments  like  that.      ❛        not    a   ghost   .   .   .      ❜   he  promises  when  the  door  swings  open  once  more.     ❛       you   might   have   some   questions  though.     ❜      *    @gallowes​        |          sc.

[writesghosts01]

❝     need  some  help    ?   ❞    the  bike  at  his  side  is  shiny  and  new    ,    and  feels  remarkably  wonderful  and  wrong  in  a  way  he  doubts  he  could  ever  truly  know  how  to  explain    .    so    ,    more  often  than  not    ,  he  pushes  it     .    only  hops  on  to  properly  ride  two  blocks  from  the  house  that’s  still  stuck  halfway  between  packed  and  not    ,    and  tends  to  take  the  long  way  home  to  keep  that  distance  as  far  as  possible    .   also    .  .  .    there’s  something  about  the  farms  that  seem  to  press  against  the  hollow  ache  his  chest    ,    their  own  sort  of  strange  comfort    [    another  thing  he  knows  he  can’t  explain    ]    .    ❝    that  just  looks  k-ind  of  h-heavy    .       ❞    /    @gallowes​