#✦ rachel b. * ic there's something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls

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permanent starter call. for rachel barber / stranger things original character. liking this means you're interested in interacting with this muse and are willing to receive starters and asks from them. knowledge of the source material is never necessary but always appreciated.

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　　' if anyone asks, i wasn't the one who gave you this. i don't have enough to share with everybody. ' smoking wasn't great for a cheerleader, especially not one who had the responsibilities she did as the base of the pyramid. still, it wasn't like she was the one they were all looking at. the cigarette dangled from her fingers as she held out, her lighter in the other.

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         the trophy case shone brightly in the otherwise dark hallway, illuminating the gold of every cheerleading and basketball trophy from years passed. her hand lingered on the old photos, in memorial of all those lost. funny, to see them still at the same age as they had been decades ago while everyone else had aged, returning to hawkins high for their reunion while everyone ignored the real elephant in the room. how many of the kids they’d started school with were still around to drink watered down punch and catch up on families and careers? how did anyone forget that huge gaping hole long enough?

          ‘ i thought we’d go to state that year. ‘ rachel pressed a finger to the glass, running it along the lines of the 1986 team photo where she stood in her uniform with a few bruised knees. ‘ made sense, with it being our senior year and all. turns out that was all a load of shit. ‘

open. ( takes place at the 25(ish) year high school reunion at hawkins high )

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permanent starter call. for rachel barber / stranger things oc

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@thraeshula sent: this was a bad idea. / for rachel from eddie ( @thraeshula )

　　' yeah, no shit. ' hawkins, like most small towns, didn't have many cool places to hide out besides someone's garage when their parents were out of town, so most times her late nights were spent out in the woods. if you were lucky, you could run into no one and drink a beer in peace. other times, the football team would be offroading in someone's truck and would almost run you over.

　　it hadn't been the football team this time ( unless they'd gotten really good at making loud animal noises ) but something else that had startled both of them and scattered them further into the woods and away from the road. ' it was probably a moose or something and we got lost for nothing. '

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         ‘ it’s just black nail polish-- i don’t know why coach is throwing a fit. ‘ she did actually, but she thought it was a stupid rule anyway. yet here she was anyway, scratching it off so roughly that she imagined the coach would hate it even more.

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@solarsought​ sent: “I couldn’t get to you.” (cherry)

          ‘ wouldn’t have made a difference anyway. ‘ the fight had been over fast and quick, but it had made a bit of a commotion when the quarterback had stumbled back with a bloody nose. rachel flexed her fingers experimentally, wincing as she glanced down at the bruises left behind from her punch. the party had gone on without much notice, the crowds of people returning to their beer pong or cramped dancing with only a few glances spared her way.

          ‘ he was trying to get the freshmen girls drunk. he had it coming. ‘

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@playindnd​ sent: ❝  you can stay but i’m not letting you sleep on that couch.  ❞ 

           ‘ why, are you hiding a guest bedroom somewhere? ‘ her eyes remained locked on the trailer at the end of the park through the blinds on the window. the lights were still on and she could hear the faint sound of shouting, earning an annoyed sigh. she’d come over here to score, in hopes it would take the edge off the fighting, but they were still going at it just as viciously as before when she’d originally pried her window open and used that cheerleader athleticism to sneak out.

             ‘ besides, i’m not staying the night. ‘ she dug into her varsity jacket, pulling out a lighter. ‘ if they’re still fighting in an hour, i’ll call the cops. ‘

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@kardiaerasti​ sent: ASTRAY :  for both muses to take a detour and lose their way. (chrissy cunningham to rachael barber!) 

           ‘ damn it. i could have sworn the house was back this way. ‘ chrissy had mentioned a need for some fresh air, away from the house and the noise and rachel had gone along with it, if only because she was the one with a flashlight in her car. in retrospect, they probably shouldn’t have strayed so far, given she didn’t really know the neighborhood all that well. it was a little too rich for her to do much more than drive through when dropping someone else off from practice.

           ‘ sorry. darn it. ‘ she took a deep breath in an attempt to seem calm, flicking the flashlight around. ‘ you’re not cold, are you? ‘

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            ‘ cheer practice is cancelled, man. go find somewhere else to gawk. ‘ still, she stayed behind on the bleachers even as the school slowly emptied, cigarette held between her fingers. coach would usually give her a hard time about it, but there was no one around to get on her case now and it was still better to stay then go home.

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            ‘ you’re joking, right? after what happened with chrissy, no one’s walking home alone. deal with it. ‘ rachel’s duffel bag was already slung over her shoulder, a peek of a green and gold pom pom sticking out. ‘ come on, the rachel train is leaving the station. ‘

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@solarsought​ sent: * they’re looking at us, kiss me right now. (kirby)

               there was a moment of panic that flashed over rachel’s face as she glanced back at the others. she already knew what people said about her behind her back-- about her intensity and the occasional flush in her cheeks around girls-- and this certainly didn’t help her case. but she wasn’t suppose to care about other people was she? after a moment of uncharacteristic hesitation, she pressed her hand on the wall next to kirby, her jacket obscuring most of their faces from whoever was walking their way, leaning in for a firm kiss.