Steve Harrington (
acidwashjeans) wrote in
deerington2019-11-01 04:59 pm
But the blood on my hands scares me to death
Who: Steve Harrington
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What: He's woken up from a canon update, which was kind of traumatic, and he's received a gift from the blessing basket, which is very traumatic
When: November 3rd - 10th
Where: His house, in town.
Content Warnings: Definitely spoilers for s3 of Stranger Things. Steve being visibly injured due to canon events. In some threads there will be talk of adolescent death, gore/body horror, will update as needed.
i. Home, close cr only or PM if you'd like your character to show up!
[ It's been a day or so since he woke up and Steve's in the kitchen making eggs. He's dressed in the dumbest outfit you ever saw and is talking to the fluffy dog sitting at his heels. ]
Can you believe it? He said I had to learn responsibility. Like, what did he think I was doing in school? Jacking off all day? God.
[ The dog barks, ears perked up attentively. There's bacon on the stove too. The dog wants the bacon. ]
Way to be an asshole to your only kid, right. I fought actual Russian soldiers and kept those two little snotnoses alive and helped save the world, but is he going to hear about it? No. [ It's a petulant 'no', making Steve scowls at the eggs until he notices the dog's tail wagging like it knows it's about to get fed.]
And don't look at me like that you got fed already this morning.
ii. Movie Theater
[ Halloween is over, but the theater in town is still showing some classic horror films (because you know what'll help you get over with your traumatic october? A nice viewing of The Thing, The Exorcist, or The Texas Chainsaw Massacre).
Not that Steve really cares. Standing behind the concessions desk, he's more concerned about keeping kids from sneaking in without paying and dealing with Betties who think their ten year old should be allowed into the adult-rated slasher fest that's about to screen.
He's also, strangely enough, not in the right uniform. His jaunty sailor outfit makes him stand out like a sore thumb. When you get closer you'll see he's also looking banged up. Thanks, Mother Russia.
Steve isn't shy about greeting anyone going in or coming out of movies. His job is boring and he finds himself missing the constant quips of his workmate back home. So he'll take conversation where he can get it. ]
Hey, how was it? Worth seeing?
iii. Spores
[ Steve's standing on a street corner in town, coughing up a lung. He's still dressed like a sailor.
There's a patch of fungi next to him and residual spores hanging around in the air.
That's it, that's the prompt. ]
iv. Wildcard
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sprakles! steve's around town doing all sorts of stuff, and for an entire week he'll have his Scoops Ahoy uniform on. ]
What: He's woken up from a canon update, which was kind of traumatic, and he's received a gift from the blessing basket, which is very traumatic
When: November 3rd - 10th
Where: His house, in town.
Content Warnings: Definitely spoilers for s3 of Stranger Things. Steve being visibly injured due to canon events. In some threads there will be talk of adolescent death, gore/body horror, will update as needed.
i. Home, close cr only or PM if you'd like your character to show up!
[ It's been a day or so since he woke up and Steve's in the kitchen making eggs. He's dressed in the dumbest outfit you ever saw and is talking to the fluffy dog sitting at his heels. ]
Can you believe it? He said I had to learn responsibility. Like, what did he think I was doing in school? Jacking off all day? God.
[ The dog barks, ears perked up attentively. There's bacon on the stove too. The dog wants the bacon. ]
Way to be an asshole to your only kid, right. I fought actual Russian soldiers and kept those two little snotnoses alive and helped save the world, but is he going to hear about it? No. [ It's a petulant 'no', making Steve scowls at the eggs until he notices the dog's tail wagging like it knows it's about to get fed.]
And don't look at me like that you got fed already this morning.
ii. Movie Theater
[ Halloween is over, but the theater in town is still showing some classic horror films (because you know what'll help you get over with your traumatic october? A nice viewing of The Thing, The Exorcist, or The Texas Chainsaw Massacre).
Not that Steve really cares. Standing behind the concessions desk, he's more concerned about keeping kids from sneaking in without paying and dealing with Betties who think their ten year old should be allowed into the adult-rated slasher fest that's about to screen.
He's also, strangely enough, not in the right uniform. His jaunty sailor outfit makes him stand out like a sore thumb. When you get closer you'll see he's also looking banged up. Thanks, Mother Russia.
Steve isn't shy about greeting anyone going in or coming out of movies. His job is boring and he finds himself missing the constant quips of his workmate back home. So he'll take conversation where he can get it. ]
Hey, how was it? Worth seeing?
iii. Spores
[ Steve's standing on a street corner in town, coughing up a lung. He's still dressed like a sailor.
There's a patch of fungi next to him and residual spores hanging around in the air.
That's it, that's the prompt. ]
iv. Wildcard
[ hit me up if you want to run something by me, at

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either way, he wakes up to the smell of bacon and the sound of someone having a rant at someone else who's probably not an actual person. shuffling his way to the kitchen, jack discovers he's right, and hangs out in the doorway to take in the last part of steve's tirade while squinting at his butt. why is the fabric clinging to his butt so much more than it usually is?
because those shorts look like they're 3 sizes too small. ]
Steve, why are you wearing Will's shorts?
[ dude, you came back weird. ]
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and then parses the question he's been asked]
What the f- dude, I'm not wearing Will's shorts. They're part of my shitty uniform.
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You joined the Navy... ?
[ jack hadn't thought military uniforms ever included shorts, but hey, maybe the 80s were weird. They were weird enough about other stuff, like mullets and man thongs. ]
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closed to billy
for a while he drowses, aware that his alarm's going to go off at any minute and he'll have to get up and face another day of scooping ice cream with the world's most sarcastic drama nerd
until he goes to roll over and finds he can't. he sits up-- and doesn't, because he can't move. head to toe, he's wrapped in something sticky that lets him wriggle but not move--
and as he starts yelling it dawns on him that he can't go to work today because Starcourt's been destroyed. the fucking russians opened a gate to the Upside Down and let the Mind Flayer in and El's powers are shot and he got the everloving shit tortured out of him and Billy Hargrove is dead
and this is Deerington. he's in Deerington. a whole summer gone and he's back here.
he struggles harder, yelling incoherently when the web starts gumming up his mouth ]
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Maybe he wouldn't know too much. Maybe he wouldn't have seen everything yet. Or maybe he'd know even more than Billy did.
Billy's apprehensive about talking to him again, until he hears that muffled cry and busts into Steve's room, nearly knocking the door off its hinges. With his enhanced strength, it's easy enough to start tearing the webs away. Thanks, Mind-Flayer, you were useful for one thing. ]
Steve, are you alright? [ In a moment of panic he actually calls him Steve and not Harrington. To his face. How embarrassing. ]
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and he's mad about it, jesus christ, he can feel his temper just rocket off and the thoughts spiral around his head like how dare this asshole ruin his nice quiet cocoon even though he knows seconds ago that was all he wanted. it's deerington, he tries to tell himself. it's messing with him again
so he bolts upright, strands of sticky web still covering his face and arms, and grabs whoever's there. he's planning to use them as leverage to haul himself off the bed so he can brush the webs off himself, brush off the anger that isn't is his, brush off the memory and horror of starcourt
but he stops halfway off the bed when he realises whose shirt he's gripping ]
Jesus-- Billy.
[ he takes a swing at him. it's probably deerington's fault, okay. ]
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I mean, it was okay? They kinda lose their edge when you live in a constant Horrorshow, but it's not the worst thing I've seen.
[No. No. He has to ask. He can't just leave it. He gestures at the outfit.]
Is this something they make you wear to work here? Like is it a requirement? Or did you just feel especially nautical today? I'm not judging... except yeah, maybe I am judging a tiny little bit.
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I went home a few days ago. [ He grimaces ] Apparently I get a job there working in a shitty ice cream parlor, and now I'm stuck wearing this here too.
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[Still, shitty luck, pal.]
I mean... it probably could've been worse. How many "ahoy sailor's" have you had so far?
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He catches about half of Steve's word vomit in some weird sort of deja vu. The last time he'd caught Steve talking to himself had gone...well, terribly, and he's still trying to just forget that fucking disaster.
He should probably just leave, but instead he sets the groceries on the counter. ]
Steve, you're...
[ Oh, Jesus, that fucking outfit. Luckily Jonathan isn't the type of person to laugh about it. Mostly he's just confused. ]
Why are you wearing that?
[ Obviously he saw it back home but this isn't home. Some other weird shit is about to happen, isn't it? Does weird shit ever stop??? ]
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Also it takes a second for him to look down at what he's wearing and realise he's still in his uniform.]
Oh-- it's. Just bullshit. Every time I put something on it just turns into my dumb Scoops uniform. It's like a welcome back from Deerington, I guess. [ He shrugs, forgetting to say the most important part which is that he went home. ]
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That's a shitty side-effect.
[ Hang on. ]
Wait, welcome back? Did you go somewhere?
[ Oh, shit. ]
Did you go home?
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friendsfamilypeople winds up in a goddamn cocoon coma, and it's going to throw you off your game. But that doesn't mean he's going to go around admitting it to Steve's face once he's back and... cooking bacon? While talking to Frodo?]What the fuck are you wearing?
[It's a half-hearted insult, made even less damaging by the fact that Mike is still a ghost, still sunken-eyed, still stuck in the ratty pajamas and displaying the living room quite brilliantly through his abdomen. He hangs around the doorway like he's waiting to be asked inside.
He missed you, Steve.]
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But when he turns to Mike for a second he wonders if the kid's also gone home, because that is the exact same expression Mike has used every time he dings that stupid bell.
Except Mike's a ghost, and skinny and his hair's a mess and Steve just feels a pang for these kids who should be back home with their families being looked after properly. ] It's nice to see you too, Wheeler.
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You went home.
[And somehow it feels differently than finding out about Billy. It feels closer, because he knows Steve, and Steve knows him and his friends, and he'll have the whole story. Mike's stomach is already twisting in sick anxiety. He heard "Russian soldiers" and "saved the world", and he can see the gruesome bruises on the guy's face, and he has a sudden, desperate need to know the rest.]
Is everyone okay?
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-- you're awake.
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He's surprised when Will flies into the room, but he grins when he realises who it is. ]
Yup. Awake and back here to fight monsters. [ It's a joke okay. Also he has to put Frodo down because Frodo wants to go to Will right now!! will!!! willllL!!!! ]
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He missed you. Frodo did.
[then, because he's not as emotionally constipated as mike:] I missed you too.
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ii. Movie Theater
It's the way the other teen's face looks. It's— too familiar, like seeing his mirror reflection from not long ago. When Peter woke in Deerington, he was battered and bruised and leaking various bodily fluids from his face. He woke with something dark and fretful inside him.
And then he'd met another boy who seemed to reawaken here in a similar bad condition. Another boy with something... inside of him. This something was different from Peter's something — the boy had black veins and eyes and felt like ice to touch.
But there seems to be a bit of a trend, and Peter's initial reaction to seeing the banged-up employee at the movie theater is that he's another fellow possessed kid.
The tall youth jolts — practically convulses — in surprise, immediately spilling the majority of the popcorn he'd been carrying. The way he's looking at Steve is as though he's a monster — dark eyes wide and mouth trembling, just staring at him. Buttery greasy popcorn all over the carpet (guess who's probably going to have to clean that up).
Who allowed the hazard that is Peter Graham to come to the movies? ]
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Because seriously? That's how his day's going to start? Great.
With a sigh he reaches for the broom and shovel and hops over the desk (rather than going around like a normal person). With a sigh he reaches back again for the Cleaning in Progress sign that he sets up by the popcorn. Other than giving Peter a weird look he tries to ignore him and that staring thing he's got going on. ]
Hey, uh. Can you stand back a it?
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'Hey, uh. Can you stand back a bit?'
It takes him a bit to process that. Then he blinks and stumbles back, finally broken from his initial spell, though the terror hasn't left his expression. ]
Your f—face. You're hurt. [ Helpful, Peter. But fuck, this feels too familiar. ]
Who did... Did someone do that to you?
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[Considering he didn't actually buy a ticket to see a movie and has been loitering amongst the crowds heading in and out of the theater with his hoodie over his head, the question catches him off guard when he works up the nerve to come near Steve. Okay, so he doesn't remember everything about when he met Steve in girl form a handful of days ago because he was drunk, but he remembers enough to know it got weird, and he may or may not have messed with the guy... and may or may not have told him who he really was in that time frame and kept it up anyway.
But either way, he owes him his wallet back at least, so... he quickly fishes it out of his pocket and places it on the counter.] I just... came to give this back. Sorry, man.
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So when Lance hands over the wallet that he hasn't seen since that night at the nightclub, Steve is totally thrown about what is going on. ]
Hey, that's my wallet, thanks. [ He reaches for it, his forehead starting to wrinkle as he thinks through the fact that-- ] Wait, where did you get this?
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somehow he's never run into steve yet, but today that changes. he slows by the stand when steve asks his question, and gives his whole situation an extremely dubious look. ]
... what the fuck are you even wearing dude? Do you have a boat stashed around the corner in case the blood waves come back or something?
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You're lucky we even let you in, kid. You should be at school.
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