#scarburned

[intovoid]

@scarburned — sc.

                 ❛   i  don’t  know  about  this  war.   ❜     it’s  spoken  quietly  as  the  pair  sit  on  the  steps  of  her  alexandria  home ,   fingers  picking  at  the  cast  still  on  her  wrist.   she’s  too  scared  to  take  it  off ,   not  sure  if  what’s  underneath  is  a  gash  or  a  broken  bone.   grady  feels  like  so  long  ago ,   yet  it’s  still  so  present  in  her  mind.     ❛    i  mean ,   i  want  that  asshole  dead.   ❜     words  spoken  harshly ,   her  mind  going  to  all  the  people  they’d  lost  to  him.     ❛    but  i  don’t  want  any  of  us  to  die.   ❜     

[patchofstarss]

& @scarburned.

                            after two weeks of being able to drive a limo around - some stupid B-list celebrity had booked the service - she was now back to her regular old cab. and quite honestly, she’s missed it. it was far more comfortable and not as serious. it’s early in the evening. there’s yet another pop song on the radio and the air is somewhat stiff which is why she has the window partly rolled down and a coke in her cup holder instead of coffee. surprisingly, there’s not a lot going on tonight so she wasn’t sure if to be glad or annoyed that her peace was interrupted as a customer approached her car, opened the door and leaned down. she gave the girl a crooked smile.

                                           “                 hey there. where to? ”

[loveruined]

for @scarburned.

       “so just quit! it’s like you ENJOY being reckless, raleigh, and you know what? it’s selfish. it’s cruel.” 

[psichc-blog]

☞   @scarburned​          ☟   continuation.

                    he blinks,     &&  he pauses. eyes averting for a moment, before refocusing on her. starting his words slow, the man finishes them with a more picked up pace, as though contemplating them while in the middle of speaking,       ❝   ... is that a  trick  question ?   ❞             idiot.       could this have implied he found it somewhat reasonable?

                   ❝   i don’t have a car, though. so i suppose we’ll never know the answer ...   ❞       he sighs lightly, shoulders raising with the movement of his exhale.

[theirnarrative]

he’s seen enough weird shit to last a lifetime. the big city cop returned to hawkins hoping for a peaceful life, a simpler life. kids go missing, his friend ends up dead and strange monsters that look like they stepped out of a god damned horror movie terrorized the sleepy little town. of course the government was at fault for this. whatever they were messing with in that lab had managed to escape. hopper was always on alert now, impossibly aware of what now lurks in the night. he’d rather forget about will byers and the strange little girl who had appeared just as he vanished. hawkins turned upside down in a matter of days, probably why he was more spooked then ever. “jesus, kid. you can’t just sneak up on someone like that.” the chief leans back against the headrest of his patrol car as a girl appears beside the door. “you need help or something?” 

@scarburned || starter call

[apollospata-blog]

“ I hate to be THAT PERSON, ” she didn’t hate to be that person at ALL. “ But really, he had it coming. ” 

@scarburned / sc.

[intovoid-moved]

@scarburned​ | sc.

it’s a simple run, one the pair were more than prepared for. they had both survived out there before, they’d learned more than enough to do something like this. it’s just a small shop, the pair separating once they got inside so they could search it better. beth took the pharmacy, the few things she learned from grady and her father meaning she had at least a little bit of an idea what to find. knife drawn she enters the small area, a couple of minutes passing before she hears shuffling behind her. she turns around, seeing a couple of walkers shuffling her way. she’s sure more are coming, her head moving to try to see if she can spot more. “griff!” it’s a loud whisper, loud enough to be heard through the store but not loud enough to get outside. “watch your back, we gotta get out fast.”

[bastienprice-a]

POWER THROUPLE @tohappiness & @scarburned

     Angry doesn’t come close to what he’s feeling right now, he’s furious. It isn’t just the fight that he lost, or the jeering from the crowd and their mocking gestures. None of that matters as much as the scene that’s taking place a few feet away from him. What has his blood boiling the most, are a few wankers loudly taunting Perrie and Savannah. Using words Billy would rather not repeat. Their intentions are clearly not to be friendly. He makes his way over to scene, pushing himself inbetween two of the men to place drinks in his hands on the table. His now free hand then grabs the shirt of one of the men and he forces him a few metres backwards. “Lads,” regardless of this being America, Billy still had his London ‘terminology’ rooted in him. A dead stare is pointed at the remaining men still standing around their table, challenging them. He then refers to Savannah and Perrie instead, his voice significantly less sharp.

          “That trip to the beach, yeah? I think we should go on it now.” He didn’t want to lose it in front of them. They were both strong women but from what he had gathered by looking at the other bargoers, they would be three up against the whole bar.