chief jim hopper

                  Make mistakes. Learn from 'em,         and when life hurts you - because it will - remember the hurt.          The hurt is good.                  It means you're out of that cave.

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MID/LOW ACTIVITY independent RP & ask blog for Hawkins Police Chief, Jim Hopper crossover & OC friendly! multifandom, multiverse, multiship penned & loved by keltie (25+) ( I am also found here )

                  SHE   FELT   HIS   EYES   ON   HER,   STUDYING   HER,   GATHERING   ANYTHING   he   could   about   her   intentions.   Her   brows   pulled   together,   eyes   casted   downward,   and   fingers   clenched   on   to   her   jeans.   Her   father   would   say   to   leave   it.   To   hide   what   she   could   do,   and   not   bring   attention   to   herself.   She   agreed…   somewhat.   What   if   she   could   be   helpful?   What   if   she   could   become   more?   Or,   what   if   she   would   be   tested   on?   Honestly,   she   didn’t   know   what   to   do.   Could   she   trust   the   chief?   He   certainly   wasn’t   what   she   thought   he   would   be   like.   Then   again,   those   stories   were   from   people   she   didn’t   really   call   a   friend.   In   reality,   she   didn’t   have   anyone   but   her   mom   and   dad.   And,   one   of   them   was   gone.   

               THIS   THOUGHT   CAUSED   HER   TO   FROWN,   AND   LIPS   TREMBLED.   TJ   was   not   going   to   cry   in   front   of   Chief   Hopper.   She   needed   to   know   about   this   lab.   As   far   as   she   was   concerned,   they   had   killed   her   mom.   So,   she   found   her   strength   to   pull   her   gaze   back   to   him,   “   What   happened   with   Terry   Ives?   Do   you   know   anything   about   her?   ”      her   voice   shook   a   little   as   she   wasn’t   so   sure   what   sort   of   reaction   she   would   get,   “   W-Was   she   wrong   then?   About   what   happened   to   her?   To   her   child?   ”

               A   BREATH   WAS   DRAWN   OUT.   EYES   CLOSED   FOR   A   SECOND   to   gather   more   strength.   Would   causing   a   conversation   like   this   put   her   on   his   list   of   people   to   watch   out   for?   Maybe?   She   didn’t   know,   but   TJ   was   going   to   get   as   much   information   as   she   could,   “   Chief,   ”   she   started,   voice   quiet   as   she   opened   her   eyes   again,   “   Please.   I’m   just…   ”   just   what?   She   couldn’t   even   figure   out   her   words,   “   I   need   to   know.   ”

The longer she sat across from him, the more her discomfort seemed to grow. Just about anybody would react the same, though, being seated in the heart of the police station with the Chief himself, whether or not they were guilty of anything at all. He knows he can be an intimidating man to be around, even if he doesn’t try to put off that air about him. It’s difficult to avoid, standing at six-foot-three, with a reputation of severity that clearly precedes him. He does his damnedest not to intimidate kids, though. Especially kids that haven’t done anything wrong. He keeps his posture pretty lax, with her, leaning his shoulders into his chair, both hands on his desk, one of them fiddling idly with a metal pen, turning it over in his fingers, once, and again, as she forces herself to try and stay calm. 

Terry Ives… A name he hasn’t heard in a while, but a name that sits heavy in his mind, almost daily. Already, his intuition begins to send a sinking feeling into his gut. He is not going to like where this is going. He clenches his jaw for a moment, as he too, collects a breath through his nose, looking over her with a carefully guarded expression. What in the hell could she know, or think she knows about Terry Ives?

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He can't help the way something in his ribs gives a very sharp squeeze, at the kid's words. He looks down at the young Byers boy, with a heaviness in his heart that reaches up into his weathered blue eyes, too. He's too goddamn young to have seen as much as he has, in his short life. When he was Will's age, he'd been stealing beer and cigarettes from his pa, living and loving without a goddamn care in the world. Will's survived horrors that most of the world couldn't ever imagine, and in that boy's soft heart, he fears he's a monster.

Hopper is nothing short of patient, and sympathetic, as he reaches one gentle hand to settle the weight of it on top of Will's shoulder. He gives him a kind squeeze, willing that some sort of comfort could be passed to him through the touch.

“ACAB motherfucker–”

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                    SHE   GAVE   HIM   A   SMALL   SMILE,   FINGERS   FUMBLING   IN   FRONT   of   her.   She   looked   down   at   them   for   a   split   second,   happy   that   Jim   Hopper   wasn’t   as   scary   in   person   than   she   thought   he   would   be.   He   always   looked   so   gruff,   exhausted,   but   she   guessed   with   all   their   small   town   went   through   it   made   sense.

               “   UM,   YEAH,   ”   SHE   NODDED,   “   A   GOOD   THING,   ”   BROWNS   LOOKED   BEHIND   her   as   if   her   own   dad   would   walk   into   the   room.   She   knew   better.   He   was   at   work.   He’s   always   working   these   days,   “   I’m   not   sure   how   much   you   can   tell   me,   but…   ”   she   turned   to   face   the   Chief,   “   I   wanna   know   more   about   Hawkins   Lab.   More   than   what   is   out   there.   ”

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          Jim was observant, by nature. Not least of all, due to his years in the forces, and later fine tuned as an officer, but in this town, powers of observation keep on keeping him alive. It doesn’t take much for him to see that the kid’s nervous, checking over her shoulder, shifting in her seat, showing a certain measure of discomfort over the topic of conversation, she’s bringing to his desk.

          This was far from the first time anyone’s ever asked about the lab. So much controversy over the place has drawn eyes and ears for miles. Everybody hoping for an inside scoop on its secrets and mysteries. Temperance isn’t like any of that rabble, though. He didn’t know much about her, if he was completely honest, other than having met her father, Richard, a handful of times over the years, and... the tragedy of her mother’s passing. She was a good kid, though. He’d never heard her name involved in any small town scandals, and so far as he knows, she hadn’t been involved with the press, or with anything with the Upside Down. Why she’s here, asking after the lab, has certainly got him curious, but he keeps that curiosity very stoutly walled off behind a stern mask. His response to her, of course, was practically a scripted thing, with how many times he’s had to deflect the seemingly ceaseless questions.

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