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“ Why does everyone look so damn gloomy? I know this is a Halloween fair, but unless you’re PLAYING a part, you’re allowed to have fun, drink something spiked, leave your kid with a clown,” she suggested, oblivious to the news that had hit the town earlier that day. She wasn’t very in touch with the town’s current stories until long after they happened usually. 

Rowan couldn’t go home yet, despite having noticed the amount of people running in the direction of their cars, as well as people filing into cars of friends, not having expected the sudden change of weather. But the brunette didn’t care, when she set her mind to something, there was no changing her mind. So, with her struggling through the blizzard, doing everything to dodge hail to the face, the young college student made a beeline for the library. Blowing desperately on her now blue finger tips, the cold only getting worse, she wasn’t paying much attention to her surrounding or just how icy the sidewalk was becoming and before she knew it, the girl went full speed ahead, colliding into the pole just outside the library, books flying EVERYWHERE. 

When the storm started, Rosana was in a small restaurant. She figured she could wait for the storm to pass, surely it would. But instead of calming down, it got even worse as she was plunged into darkness. And now not only was she stuck with strangers, but she was stuck with strangers in dark, and there was nothing else she hated more than this. Wrapping a coat a little tighter around her shoulders, the girl sank a little deeper into her chair before whispering. “This would’ve never happened in New York.”

Taking a sip from the glass that was right in front of him, Andrei started at the other person silently for a moment. He’d expected people would wonder about the case, but he was just as clueless as everyone else. “I don’t know more than you, and even if I did, I would not be telling you anything.” He finally replied, perhaps a little colder than intended. He really just came here to make sure everyone was fine, and to get a drink.

He shouldn’t have been, though it was undeniable, a small part of Asher was highly intrigued by the news that hit the office that morning. After all, he was a crime scene examiner for a reason. But such thoughts, he kept to himself, instead allowing himself to nerd out in the confinements of the office or his home. Now, he was on duty, on high alert. His fingers drumming against his radio in anticipation as he browsed the crowd, taking everything in, unaware of the approaching person. 

It’s not like Georgie ever meant to be rude. It just sort of happened. Her mouth received words and just said them before her brain really had any time to process whether or not it was a good idea, so being tossed out of her professor’s office hours for the third time (because calling a professor an iidiot who spent more time talking about his ex-wife instead of teaching wasn’t particularly good), Georgie just needed to smoke a cigarette and not talk to anybody. However, the latter proved to be a little difficult when she had come to find that her lighter had been misplaced. She grumbled to herself, and looked to someone nearby. “Hey, uh. Do you have a light?”

The sudden icy cold temperatures were alarming, even to him with inside information on Hawkins Lab and aware of all the strange happenings beyond the gates. It was unexpected, but easily connected to the accidental unleashing of a beast within the confinements of the laboratory. Fortunately few have looked toward the place, but Archibald was in town to ensure that, that didn’t change, with a large coat and all the works to keep him warm, he stalked the streets of Hawkins on his way back from the local bar, he’d needed a drink if he was going to be able to put up with small town folk. But as he turned the corner, he heard approaching footsteps striking a chord inside him and triggering a flashback to his time as a Navy SEAL, resulting in him acting quicker than intended, SLAMMING a figure against the window of a closed shop, a dark, dangerous glare in his eyes as he spoke in a hoarse tone. “ Whatever it is you want, you’re NOT getting it from me. ” 

“Look, man. It’s been a really hard year. Kurt Cobain is dead, now some boy is missing. I get that we are all under stress here but there is no reason you need to take it out on me. Fuck you and your no blasting music after midnight rule. This is how I cope.” Cade was not happy as he flipped the person off gathering his stuff as he prepared to flee the scene.