#redeemedprick

[huntrcsss]

@redeemedprick

She’s sitting upon the roll bar of the aged Jeep, top having been removed for the sunshine beating down on Hawkins. It’s far from the sort of heat she’s accustomed to; much less humid and more bearable in comparison. Such would explain why even now she’s still wearing jeans and black tank, dark blue flannel tied easily around her waist. Gaze doesn’t pay too much attention to her surroundings until someone parks beside her, sight flickering over to lock onto the vehicle. It’s the same year as her Jeep, but the sort of muscle car she always admired in Adam’s magazine’s growing up. Only when the door shut with a resonating slam does attention turn to its driver, light nod given as southern accent escapes her tone – decently thick but not enough to barely understand. 

“– Real sexy car you got; ’79 camaro, right? “

[labconfined]

@redeemedprick

The lower levels of the Lab were colder than she preferred and Emma shivered, pulling the sweater closer as she made her way down the long corridor. In front of her was a tall guard that lead her to a room. She had heard they had brought someone in and they needed her to assist in extracting any necessary information. That was all the information that she had been given.

The guard unlocked the door and she stepped into the room, pausing to glance around. It was unlike the room she lived in. Machines beeped against the brick walls and the only piece of normal furniture was a bed that was in the direct center of the room. Emma stepped closer and quickly noticed the figure that was strapped to the bed, wires running away from him to the machines. She cast one last look at the guard before walking to the bed.

He was young. Around her age with blond-ish curled hair. There were bruises and bandages on him and it appeared as if he had gotten into a nasty fight. She briefly glanced at his wrist to see if there was a number tattooed there. She was disappointed to see that there wasn’t one. Emma hesitated, but she slowly raised her hand to rest against his forehead, pausing long enough to move some of the curls away from his skin. What they had hoped to find was beyond her, but she would try. It was all that she could do.

[edeioninkina-a]

@redeemedprick // gets a follower starter in the stranger things verse

                    “Dunno if ya got the invite, but house party. My place, this weekend. Sure someone c’n give ya the directions n’what not if y’er in, Hargrove.”

            They didn’t know each other, but he knew of pretty much everyone just like most everyone knew of him. It was how being in the ‘popular crowd’ of Hawkins High worked. You didn’t have to know everyone, you just had to have the reputation for your name to get around. Chai had cemented it in the usual charming, witty way. With a dash of good looks and being star player on the baseball team. And, of course, the fact that he threw parties every few months his aunt was away. Cause Hawkins was boring.

[notapriss]

∞  I hope we write for a really long time! (Mobile won't let me copy/paste more than one, so *throws all the positive ones at you*)

“anonymous” impressions

stopppp i’ve had this in my inbox since I started my shift at work but I LOVE YOU SM OKAY?? YOU GLORIOUS AND LOVELY HUMAN BEING