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zarahtcrrero:

Just when things seemed to have calmed down again, at least until they made a break in Matthew’s case, a fellow cop was killed. Most of the cops Zarah works with are good people who care about the work they’re doing, but when one that truly seemed to have poured his heart and soul into finding the missing kid turned up dead, the loss weighed heavy on the woman. Between old feelings about Jamad resurfacing and this newest blow, she felt the foundation beneath her crumbling. Staying strong, putting on a brave face wasn’t always so easy. That didn’t matter, however, as she wiped furiously at the tears spilling over onto her cheeks. Hopefully the person approaching her desk hadn’t noticed, and even if they did, it would do them well not to point it out. Clearing her throat, she glanced up at them as they came to a stop a few feet in front of her. “How may I help you?”

To Archibald, watching the different reactions of the townsfolk in the wake of the officer’s death was intriguing, amusing even. It told him a lot about the kind of people he was working against. Would they like further into the discoveries and findings Officer Vargo had penned down. He, himself needed to assure that didn’t happen. That was exactly what landed Archibald at the station, a plan set in his mind, only to have it altered the second eyes landed on Zarah in her obvious state of sorrow. 

“ Looks to me as though it should be me asking you that, I can’t imagine how difficult the past couple of days have been. So, the last thing I want to do is add more onto your plate, so please, if you need to take a moment, I completely understand, unfortunately.” Being an ex-Navy Seal, there was a definite truth in his words, but his time served had turned him into a cold-hearted man. He, however chose to hide that often while around in Hawkins. 

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kennedyvcrgo:

it was early in the morning when there had been a knock on the vargo’s door. ungodly early. kennedy was the one who opened the door, begrudgingly, but her attitude did a complete spin when she was told the news. spencer was dead. her brother was dead. no one knew how and no one knew why, they just knew that he was gone. the vargo’s had spent most of the day in a fog, locked in separate rooms, trying to piece together the puzzle. 

it wasn’t until later in the afternoon that kennedy made the decision to leave. she was the first in her family to head out.  it took a while of wandering before she found herself at the park and, wrapping her coat tightly around her, she sat on the cold hard ground. something about the situation only made hawkins colder, more harsh. the park was nearly empty, most people avoiding being outside for too long in the cold and especially under these circumstances. 

pulling her knees to her chest, kennedy took a long, shaky breath. she didn’t know what to do or who to go to. spencer would have been her person, but he wasn’t here. drawing in another deep breath, she spoke the first word of that day. “fuck!” she shouted, a flock of crows a few yards away scattering into the wind. “fuck fuck fuck!” 

late last night, after a brief few run ins with the officer throughout the week, archibald made the call to order one of his men to dispose of him. he was getting far too close for comfort, and archie couldn’t let him closer. so far, most the townsfolk believed him to be insane, so with luck, they’d assume it to be a man gone just a little too insane or a freak accident. that, or they’d pay someone off to be the guilty suspect. either way, it would push minds away from matthew’s disappearance and instead fixate them on the death of an officer, or so he’d hoped. 

after putting the kids down for a nap, and kissing the wife goodbye, he made an excuse of having to head into the office to finish off some paperwork before disappearing. despite it being his day off, the man needed to get out. he wasn’t in a fit state to be around his family, whom he adored. he wasn’t in the right state of mind, the constant worries of someone in the town discovering the truth about him, about the lab, it had him always on edge. 

hearing the sounds of a young woman cursing into the night sky, interest piqued and his feet hurried against the pavement toward the source, startled by the sight despite having heard her. cautiously taking a couple paces forward, careful not to come too close, archie’s lips pursed together in feigned concern, “ you okay, miss? ” a stupid question, one he’d always despised, yet it was the expected one despite the obvious.  

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closed starter from this meme for @josephinehamiltcn

♣ - “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

“ Do you always believe everything you’ve been told? Everyone likes to place the blame on someone, I’m no more than just a guy that’s trying to get through what everyone else is. I just have a job to my name that most don’t appreciate, doesn’t make me a bad guy.” His voice, and words were convincing, strangers to him wouldn’t be able to pick up on the small details that gave him away. But internally, he was amused, impressed even, that people had managed to start to consider him to be suspicious. 

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priya-helms:

Priya should have been hurt by the man’s tight grip on her especially since he was practically twice her size. But because of the realization of who the man was her body had become numb. Her brown eyes were filled with fear as she stared back into the eyes that she thought and prayed she’d never have to see again. Her breath caught in her thought as he grabbed her wrist and pushed her jacket back. Priya should have stopped him but once again she was frozen in fear. As he saw the tattoo on her wrist her breathing began to increase and her heart sped up. “Get off me.” She said, trying to be forceful but sounding more scared than anything.

Tracing the stitching in the tattoo with his forefinger, ever so gently in touch, applying the occasional pressure with the tip of his short, yet sharp fingernail. The fear in her eyes delighting him more than he dared admit aloud, preferring watching his prey tremble under his touch than hiss at his words. Priya, however, had always been quite the feisty type and he was rarely appreciative of it. “ Ah, but darling, why would I ever do such a thing? I have you under my grasp once again, and I quite fancy the idea of taking you on a tour of our laboratory, quite a bit has changed since you last saw it.” A smirk curved onto his features, curiosity stirring inside. Archibald was curious as to just what the girl had been up to since managing to escape. 

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catherinexprescott:

Catherine let out a yelp of surprise as she was pushed against the building. Her mind had been elsewhere, mainly on how she was supposed to work when the power was out. She had some in savings but this would definitely have a draining effect on her bank account. Hell, she’d sleep in one of the booths and serve all they were able to scrounge up by candlelight if it meant she’d still get a paycheck. “What I want, jackass, is to get home. And the only way you can help with that is to let me go, genius. Are you crazy?”

His demeanor calmed some as eyes settled on a small figure, exhaling a deep breath, the man shook his head apologetically. “ Sorry, sorry,” with a couple steps back, he released the girl and raised his arms, “This storm has me a little on edge, getting flashbacks from my time in the field...I didn’t mean to, this isn’t usually me.” He insisted, doing his best to cover his tracks. The last thing he needed was someone in this town becoming suspicious of him. “But then, this weather isn’t usually Hawkins either.” 

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priya-helms:

All Priya had been doing was trying to get home. She didn’t realize she had been following someone, she was more worried about staying warm. Priya tugged her leather jacket tighter around her body to brace the harsh winds when suddenly someone had grabbed her and slammed her against the wall. It caught her off guard and hurt her back as it hit the cold hard brick. “Get the hell off me!” She yelled at him. “I swear to god if don’t get your fucking hands off me you will-…” But before she could finish her sentence she saw his eyes. It couldn’t be. Priya felt frozen in fear as her eyes were stuck on him. After all this time he had found her, it couldn’t be. 

Fury erupted from within, and the usually composed man had gradually become more enraged than moments ago, eyes glaring back at the petite girl as the strength in his grip tightened. “Or what?” His voice roared against the cold of the night, fogged breath clouding the darkness more than it already was. But then, as eyes fell onto Priya, an familiarity struck him, there was something very familiar about her, but where from he couldn’t quite figure out. It was then, that his gaze fell from her face to her wrist, curiosity getting the better of him as he pushed up the sleeve of her jacket with his freed hand, narrowed slits accompanied by a devious smirk. “ Well, well what is that we have here..” 

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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. ” 

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Unusual questions for your muse

🛌- Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few? 🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories? 🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything? 🛋- Does your muse like to have company over? 📱- Is your muse the “oversharing” type? 🐰- Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures? 💎- Is your muse drawn to things that sparkle? 🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought? 📰- Does your muse like to read the news? 📇- Is your muse a gossiper? 🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored? 🏚- Does your muse like to explore dangerous places? 🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it? ⛪️- Does your muse enjoy attending churches they don’t belong to? 🛣- Is your muse considered a wanderer? 🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly? 🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily? 🖖- What “Fandoms” would your muse belong to? 🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise? 🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies? 🎠- Does your muse like amusement parks/carnivals/festivals? 🏝- Could your muse survive on an uninhabited island all by themselves?

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A CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT TASK  ( sthqstask #2 )

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE:

Basics.

Full Name: Archibald Orion Brenner II 

Age: Thirty-Nine

Zodiac: Gemini 

Birthday: June 16 

Birthplace:  Hawkins, Indiana.

Hometown/Where was your muse raised?: Hawkins, but the last time he stepped foot in the city before now was when he was eighteen. 

Appearance.

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Height:  6ft 6in

Ethnicity: Swedish & American 

Tattoos?: A single tattoo on the back of his calf for the time he served in the military. 

Piercings?: No. 

Hawkins.

Favorite place in Hawkins?: Anywhere but. 

What’s their connection to Matthew?: Wouldn’t you love to know? He works at Hawkins Laboratory but is now undercover as a attorney in town.

What are their thoughts on the laboratory close by?: He has many, but none that he’ll vocalize, after all, he is the director. 

Favorite Things. ( Remember it’s 1994, so answers should fit in accordingly. )

Color: Dark red. 

Animal: Black Mamba Snake 

Song: Thriller - Michael Jackson. 

Subject: Science.

Least favorite class: English. 

T.V. Show : Doesn’t watch much, but from time to time, he enjoys Columbo.

Movie: Anything Clint Eastwood. 

Food: Steak, medium rare with the works on the side. 

Candy: Not much of a sweets person, but enjoys a good York Peppermint Pattie from time to time.

Season: Winter. 

Holiday: He’s not much of a holidays person, but the Fourth of July isn’t the worst. 

Place: New York. 

Quote: “You see, in this world there’s two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns, and those who dig. You dig.” Clint Eastwood, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. 

Relationships.

Relationship Status: Married.

Sexuality: Bisexual. 

Single or Group Dates: Single.

Hook up or relationship?: Relationship, but he’s certainly not a saint in his marriage.

Ever been in love?: I am married, so, yes. 

Have a crush?: What kind of married man has a crush? 

Big spoon or little spoon?: Big spoon. 

Do you want to get married?: I am. 

Best Friends: TBD. 

Family Members: A wife ( TBD ), a son & a daughter, a younger brother ( TBD ) 

Pets: One golden retriever named Buddy.

Misc.

Do you smoke? Or drink?: On occasion, yes. I drink often, however. 

Have you ever done drugs? If so, was it a one time thing or? : I’ve dabbed in them, but not much these days, on occasion, I do however. 

Pet Peeves: Idiots, ramblers, mumblers, people that talk with gum in their mouth or chew gum loudly. 

Style: Classic Gentleman, almost always wearing a suit. 

Do you believe in karma, luck, second chances? : We make our own luck in the world. As for the other two, it all really depends on the person, huh? Karma sounds like more of a poor person’s cry for help. 

Most traumatic experience: Serving in the military. 

Life goal: I have everything I could possibly ever want, what more could I need? 

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stranger things characters: Martin Brenner

Will you trust me?

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All the characters I play are all inside of me in a way, and they’re all different, the darkness, the lightness, whatever that is.