#thrill3rs

[wytchseen]

@thrill3rs ( for deena )

     this has to work. sam can’t let herself think in IF THIS DOESN’T WORK, dragging a mop wet with partly her own blood across the floor of the school and trying not to stare at deena too much. but god, IF THIS DOESN’T WORK keeps coming to mind, but it’s not like she knows what she would say after that. if this doesn’t work, sorry i was such a bitch about the mixtape? great. if this doesn’t work, tell my mom ... what? tell her what? tell her i was gay and i’m sorry for dying? sam looks down at the floor when she thinks deena was about to look back at her and she clears her throat and tries to look more steady on her feet than she feels. 

     “uhm,” sam regrets the sound the moment she makes it, ‘cause it means she has to KEEP TALKING now instead of just working in silence laying this trap, “ - - - sorry. i don’t ... this is such a mess.” does she mean the LITERAL MESS of blood and water on the floor or the ... LESS LITERAL one of whatever it is here, between them, in the air of this hallway made spooky by the nighttime and the smell of blood and the fact there are supernatural murderers of old coming to try and fucking kill her.

[ncvabcrn]

   @thrill3rs​ ( five ! )

   “m’not getting up.” the weather is unbearable for them, they haven’t been able to go out in the past few days because of it. was five getting... worried? is that why he’s suddenly here now? there’s 3 fans blowing at their bed, which they were sprawled out on.

   “nothing important is worth getting sunburnt or    getting a h- heatstroke over, so what do you want?”

[wytchseen]

@thrill3rs said ; “ your nose… ” robin     ( accepting )

     fingers come away from her upper lip STICKY and terribly red. sam curses under her breath and wipes her fingers on the side of her jeans - - - something to deal with later. like ... WAY later. her clean hand is thrown to grab robin’s hand and she grabs hold of it without a second thought before lurching into motion. “we need to MOVE.” it’s maybe the most annoying calling card of something happening, so obvious, so loudly public and concerning to see. but at least it’s not something sam can miss, or anyone else who knows more than an ounce about what’s happening in hawkins. “it’s a - - - something bad is gonna happen.”

[wytchseen]

@thrill3rs said ; “ i couldn’t really see anything. ” josh     ( accepting )

     oh GOD. her face is bright red, sam knows it, and she glances behind her at the door deena had SLAMMED shut just minutes ago ; this is absolutely not the most embarrassing thing josh has seen sam do, no doubt about it - - - being possessed is worse than making out with your girlfriend - - - but still. STILL. “want pizza?” her voice is way squeakier than normal and she’s crossing the kitchen to pick up the phone before he can answer, “your dad left us money for some, so i - we should order, before it’s too late or something. what do you want on it?” DEFLECT! that’s a good tactic, right? sam doesn’t have younger siblings, deena could probably handle this better if she hadn’t face-planted into the pillows as soon as they spotted josh in the doorway.

[queencheer-moved]

        she hasn’t spoken to anyone from the group since   the night of the earthquake.  chrissy was acutely aware whenever one of them was in close proximity, but she could hardly get herself to spare a glance even if jason wasn’t with her.  she could only imagine what they must have thought of her and what she was willingly putting herself through.  part of her wasn’t sure if she really wanted to know.  “how uh... how have you been?”

@thrill3rs​​​ !

[creelsclocks-moved]

@thrill3rs​  said:   “You don’t look so hot…” nancy

               ❝ I’m fine, I just… ❞  He’s never slept soundly, but the anniversary of his escape from Hawkins Lab always disrupts it that little bit more.  ❝ I just didn’t sleep very much last night. ❞

               Henry runs his hands under the tap then, splashing his face with cold water.  It brings with it some sort of equilibrium–  some focus that hadn’t previously been there, even if he is still deathly tired.  Fingers curl around the lip of the counter, knuckles turning a chalky white as he breathes in deeply through his nose.

               ❝ It’s nothing, ❞  Henry says softly, his eyes steeling as he wills himself to concentrate.  ❝ I’m okay.  I can help you with the article. ❞

[childrenofthelab]

@thrill3rs | starter call

Fred Benson is the sort of guy who knows everybody. Or rather, he knows who everybody is, even if they don't know who he is. In short, he's a bit of a nosy little shit, but he's proud to say that it's gotten him pretty far in regards to writing and editing, and if people don't know him? Frankly he doesn't care. He's not in this to be popular, he's in this to make a good paper, everything else be damned.

That being said, it is entirely possible to say he works a little bit too hard at it, which might go some way of explaining why he's currently dozed out over a spread, glasses digging into his nose. Then again, he hasn't been sleeping properly lately, plagued with nightmares, not to mention those goddamn headaches.

[hawkinsphoto]

       ❛   @thrill3rs​​ , dude, seriously,   ❜   she whispers, already slumped back so far in her chair, her butt was barely on the seat anymore. it was all in an effort to hide the giggles and chuckles she barely kept contained at the other’s peanut gallery commentary of the substitute teacher they’d been provided with that day.   ❛   you’re going to get us sent to the office.   ❜

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