the two are a sight as they lounge against the worn - in couch with nothing before them but emptied takeout containers and the low buzzing hum of the television set, playing labyrinth in the background.  typically the movie would’ve grabbed their attention,  but this is their second rewatch while nancy’s been visiting,  as they’ve been running out of options and jonathan’s expressed,  in his oh - so - delicate manner,  that he’d probably prefer nancy,  who’s been hanging out with jane while he and joyce are both at work, and will at school,  not take too many chances when it comes to driving.  she’s pretty shit at it,  so it’s not like she can blame him.  and he knows it all too well,  because she’d helped drive them up for a brief leg of the trip from new york to maine.  she couldn’t even argue.  so blockbuster’s a no,  and the byers’ vhs library is a little lackluster, and therefore, therefore . . . 

                   ❝ huh? ❞     the question takes her off guard,  though the tone is hardly accusatory.  it only takes a moment for her to understand it in its less volatile state;  that is,  genuinely,  nancy,  what do you know about fairness?  she takes it at its surface level,  furrowing her brows in thought as she stalls by taking a generous sip of coke.   

                  what she knows of fairness is cynical,  and should she try to explain it,  kindly,  she worried she’d risk a bitter sounding tirade and an uncomfortable shift in the otherwise nice day the two had been having.  it would be winded and cruel and jaded and mean:  because fair is a silly thing,  no one cares if things are fair when it’s not in relation to themselves.  the world sucks and so does everyone in it,   “fair”  is   bullshit.   jane’s own experience with fair and good  . . .   this was something nancy didn’t have to presume too much on.  she was sure that fair had been,  between the two of them,  but to jane in particular,   inconsequential.     BUT  ANYWAY  :       CAN’T  SAY  THAT.

                  ❝ um . . .    like,  in general?  it’s,  just,  it’s when  ––  i mean,  you know what fairness is,  it’s,  sort of,  like . . .   people get what they deserve.  mostly. ❞      she considers her own answer for a second,  peering over towards jane to see if she might glean her reaction.  determine whether she was satisfying the answer jane was actually seeking.  

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4.   without using your fc, describe your character physically - not just looks but also movement, posture, etc. 

soft  dark  brown  eyes,   full  and  expressive  brows,   a  contagious  smile,   wide  button  nose.   deep,   dark  and  healthy  skin.   gentle  hands  he  talks  with  quite  a  lot,   no  grime  in  his  nails.   wide - eyed  energy  or  solemn  concern  or  harsh  skepticism  often  his  default  expressions.  dark  curly  hair  kept  short,   all  the  better  for  adventuring  with.

slim  but  not  scrawny,   physically  active  and  energetic.   agile  and  nimble  all  in  one.   bright  shirts  and  jackets   :   tank  tops,   harrington  jackets,  a  vast  collection  of  basic  t - shirts  with  prints  on.   various  snapback  hats and  a  camo  bandana.

his  binoculars,   canteen,   switchblade,   survival  handbook,   supply  bag,   a  compass,   a  bike,   a  walkie  talkie.     the  wristrocket.

cereal  eaten  dry  out  of  the  packet,   popcorn,   pretzels,   anything  with  a  solid  crunch  to  it.   action  and  adventure  movies  with  a  side  of  sci - fi  and  horror,   but  not  when  he’s  alone.

a  childlike  slouch  of  his  spine  with  friends,   the  posture  of  a  saint  with  his  family.   blowing  raspberries  at  his  sister,   pulling  faces  and  calling  names.   casual  gait  breaking  into  a  sprint  without  hesitation,   race  ya   !

the  vibrancy  of  primary  colours  and  the  foundations  they  rest  on.

the  certainty  of  reality  vs.  the  uncertainty  of  the  paranormal.

david  and  the  goliath.

Hopper: I already ate

Eleven: oh.

Hopper: What did you want?

Eleven: Loyalty

El: Icecream?

Max: you know..icecream..

Lucas: Max I think your forgetting where El grew up.

Max: cold, creamy stuff comes in a round container.

El: Benny gave me some.

Max: what is she saying wheeler?

Mike: El who who’s benny?

Dustin: I think she’s talking about Benny Hammond.

Mike: who?

El: Benny is..was nice man, I went into his store to find food. He was mad but then he realized I was scared. He helped me. He gave me his shirt. He gave me..ice cream. The bad men came..they killed him. They shouldn’t have killed him.

Dustin: Everyone said Benny killed himself.

El: Bad men lie.

Max: woah.

Mike: Hey can I get a chocolate ice cream cone with chocolate sprinkles please? And another with vanilla and rainbow please.

Ice cream shop keeper: sure thing kid. *goes and makes ice cream and then hands it to Mike*

El: what are these little things?

Mike: sprinkles, like candy.

El: okay *lips the cone and smiles*

Mike: good?