i. crash landing; [ This isn't right. This isn't anywhere that he recognizes, and it's the second time the world's gone weird in such a short burst that all he can think of is that he's going absolutely insane.
But the monster, that had been real, and the smell of it burning, that had been real, and the blood on the bat full of nails had been real, same with the solid thunk, the type of strike that Steve owed to his Little League days where he'd try to hit not a home run, but other players on the field. That had been real, too.
No, this isn't right. But the sand feels real, and the wreckage looks real.
The problem is that Steve, stumbling from the ground, nearly tripping over once white shoes, has no longer questioned it. Instead, he laughs. He laughs, and digs his heels into the sand, and almost runs a hand through his hair before he remembers that it's still gelled, and god dammit, something has to be normal here and it may as well be his hair. ]
Woah, woah woah woah-- [ let it be known that Steve isn't completely an asshole, just mostly one: he's spotted someone under something, a weird sheet of metal, and he himself only has a few scuffs that had been from Hawkins and not the landing. ]
Don't move. Hang on.
[ He lifts as best as he can, succeeding in giving the other just enough room to escape from underneath. ]
steve harrington | stranger things
[ This isn't right. This isn't anywhere that he recognizes, and it's the second time the world's gone weird in such a short burst that all he can think of is that he's going absolutely insane.
But the monster, that had been real, and the smell of it burning, that had been real, and the blood on the bat full of nails had been real, same with the solid thunk, the type of strike that Steve owed to his Little League days where he'd try to hit not a home run, but other players on the field. That had been real, too.
No, this isn't right. But the sand feels real, and the wreckage looks real.
The problem is that Steve, stumbling from the ground, nearly tripping over once white shoes, has no longer questioned it. Instead, he laughs. He laughs, and digs his heels into the sand, and almost runs a hand through his hair before he remembers that it's still gelled, and god dammit, something has to be normal here and it may as well be his hair. ]
Woah, woah woah woah-- [ let it be known that Steve isn't completely an asshole, just mostly one: he's spotted someone under something, a weird sheet of metal, and he himself only has a few scuffs that had been from Hawkins and not the landing. ]
Don't move. Hang on.
[ He lifts as best as he can, succeeding in giving the other just enough room to escape from underneath. ]
Y'okay?
ii. network;
un: sharrington
iii. wildcard;
[ Go crazy! ]