#guilehero

[guiltskate]

carter & mike.   @guilehero.  ( board )

[msredact]

[   continued   /   @guilehero   ...   ]   oh.   features soften, posture sinks a fraction. hawkins kids are like bad omens wrapped in acid wash and scrunchies                   she’s become rather understanding of the grouchy, gun - toting hunters who grumble about   ‘ them damn kids these days. ’   coffee mug is placed on the door - side credenza with a gentle ‘ clink. ’ the best gift one could receive, apparently. eyes widen with true wonder, like a kid in a candy store. the joy of flipping through something new, something that isn’t just grainy photos pulled from a locked file cabinet after hours. all evident behind excited honey eyes. suddenly, they draw back up to mike and narrow with that hint of suspicion.   “ how did you   …       ”   no   way   this kid is a narc. this can’t be some shitty prank either. in that crinkled manila folder is the real deal. thanks will come later, but the subtle skepticism sets in now.   “       how did you get these ?       ”

[strangermaxine]

@guilehero sent : “ i’ll get blood on your shirt… ”

“mike, what?” incredulity splayed across her expression as max threw her hand a bit closer, offer insistent. more frantic. she swallowed past the lump in her throat at the sight of him there, bloodied and hardly recognizable without his usual level of assholery. she never thought she’d miss the him annoying the shit out of her. “you can’t be serious. you do realize i’ve already lost, like half of my wardrobe to bloodstains, right?” somehow, she was even able to laugh at his objection, however briefly, before his current state sobered her once more. “now come on. we need to get out of here. bloody shirt or not.” max interlocked their hands without waiting for a confirmation, heaving mike to his feet with a huff. “how are you so hard to lift? you’ve got the same body type as gumby.” she tried to distract the both of them from the crimson smears across his body, doing her best to her features devoid of worry while she wrapped his arm around her shoulders. it was an awkward position given mike's height compared to her own, but max was nothing if not stubborn. “we’re gonna be fine, wheeler... you can pay me back for the shirt when we get out of here.”

[bcldecgle]

@guilehero asked: ❛ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❜

MIKE WAS A LOT OF THINGS — annoying, stubborn, persistent, loud — but he wasn’t an idiot. And stealing was stealing, plain and simple. Murray raised an eyebrow as he looked down at Mike.

“IF YOU WANNA GET IN TROUBLE, then sure, go for it,” he replied with a seemingly nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “But I’m not a part of this. GOT IT?”

[lcvedriven]

❛ aren’t we in a good mood today? ❜ to hop!

"yeah. it's friday." he certainly doesn't sound like he's in a happy mood. he's not. it's miami vice day, and now, suddenly, instead of hanging out with el like he used to - he is here, in his living room, snacking on potato chips alone. "got a pizza for you guys in the kitchen."

[robinbckleya2]

AS  IF  IT  MATTERS  TO  HER  HOW  MANY  TAPES  HE  RENTS .   So  long  as  she  keeps  her  job,  and  does  well  at  said  job  while  she’s  there,  the  amount  of  movies  rented  out  has  no  weight  upon  her  personally.   However,  this  does  bring  us  to  her  first  point.   ❛  You  do  realize  that  I  could  be  fired  if  I  let  you  use  the  store  for  your  game?   I  mean,  this  is  Keith  we’re  dealing  with  here,  Wheeler,  not  your  average  Joe -  Shmoe  ---  It’s  Keith.   Keith  who  would  gladly  make  mine  and  Steve’s  lives  literal  hell  if  we  piss  him  off  badly  enough.  ❜   Sure,  he  liked  her  well  enough,  but  Steve  was  on  never  ending  probationary  status.   He  was  on  a  constant  power  trip,  it  seemed.   ❛  I  wish  I  could  help,  I  really  do,  but  my  hands  might  be  tied  on  this  one.   Is  there  really  no  where  else  you  could  possibly  finish  your  campaign?  ❜   //   @guilehero​  x .

[lem0nsheadz]

“ or what? or what, huh?! ” raw, throat burning like the tears that smear Mike into a series of smears. a blob of colors of a world she never got to see. her bruised hands shake, heat crawling up from the curling fists that match her shuddering shoulders. “ WHERE ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO GO?! ” the street sign bows, a street light crackles. this is what they warned her about. that if her emotions hit an elevated state she was just going to hurt people again. but it just keeps burning, brighter + brighter. like the bruises on her throat. like the hands she can still feel holding her down. injections + diodes + restraints. hands + hands + hands + hands. tubes down her throat. blinders on her eyes. drowning. drowning all the time.

angry fingers shove the tears away, brown eyes looking him down like the end of a baton.  “ you don’t get it. of course you don’t. with your friends, and your family, everybody loves you. there are a million places you could run to. but I don’t have anybody! ”   the plexiglass breaks, light shattering, glittering down on her like swavorski crystals. she can hear his voice already. you’re a danger. you’re just going to hurt people. you have to stay. you can never leave. she rubs her running nose on her sleeve.

“ just get out of here. ” the quiet stretches between them, before she moves -- too fast, fingers shoving into his shoulders. “ I said get out of here! ” another shove, then another, “ go! ”

                                   @guilehero​​  [ stanley parable ] 

[fantasmaz-arc]

“ how do you fuck up a three ingredient dish ? ” to mustang <3

      “       i don’t know ??? i   thought   it was simple,       ”   that stupid southern drawl slipping through that slips through a grimace. parmesan, heavy cream, butter, all chunky and separated and not very pleasant to look at. and somehow   ...   burnt ?   how do you burn alfredo sauce ?   the odd texture is impressive, while his cooking skills are not. a thick layer of butter sits atop, while a fork picks at the melted, clumped parmesan stuck to the bottom of the pot.   “       it’s stupid complicated. i’d like to see   you   try and do better.       ”

[rangerclair]

@guilehero​  :  home - brewed mold juice will NOT defeat pure evil !

“  you’re just gonna knock it before you even try it  ?  “  a 20 - sided dice is sitting comfortably in his hand,  powered with a tiny whispering prayer of  :  please roll nat 20,  please roll nat 20,  please roll nat 20.  he fixes mike with a look,  but not just any kind of look,  one that says better believe in the power of home - brewed mold juice.  “  we can move forward if this works,  and the village will be saved.  what do we have to lose  ?  “  the whole party,  but that’s a problem for later.

[hawkinsgsa]

@guilehero​ // cont. from here

     BUMPS IN THE ROAD or not— Will can’t help but cling to the hope that he and Mike can rekindle the feeling of when they were younger; best friends no matter what... life for the both of them has gotten int he way, complicated things in ways that Will couldn’t help but let ache in his chest... and still, he holds onto the chance that things could be better, maybe they can pretend like nothing’s changed for a little while. Which is why Mike’s AGREEMENT brings a bright smile to his face, nodding as his shoulders relax from the initial pressure of asking ( he couldn’t help the worry— what if Mike things they’re too old for that now, too? ). “Yeah— yeah, for sure. I’ll go grab it now? We could throw on a movie or something, too, if you want.” He just wants everything to feel a little lighter for a while. 

[guiltskate]

mike wheeler  ,  we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. 

             her  mind  is  somewhere  else,  thoughts  wandering  almost  to  the  edge  of  hawkins,  carter  wondering  where  her  life  was  going  and  what  she’d  be  able  to  do  after  all  of  this  is  over.  if  it  was  ever  over.  carter  had  never  been  content  in  hawkins,  but  now  that  there  were  lives  at  stake,  she  wasn’t  sure  if  she’d  ever  be  able  to  leave.  she  thinks  about  her  brother,  her  dead  parents.  she  thinks  about  why  her  life  felt  like  it  was  cursed,  and  then  she  glanced  over  at  mike  who  had  sat  down  beside  her  several  minutes  ago.  he  doesn’t  know  it,  but  she’s  been  trying  to  find  the  words  to  say,  anything  to  get  out  of  her  mouth,  but  nothing  could  be  formed.  the  aftermath  of  trauma  continued  to  dent  her  armor,  and  carter  doesn’t  know  how  much  longer  she  can  pretend  to  be  the  strong  one.   ‘ i’m  just,  um... i  wanna  talk  about  it,  but  i  feel  like  there’s  something  stuck  in  my  throat, ’   words  are  murmured  as  the  girl  hugs  herself,  eyes  moving  to  stare  at  the  space  in  front  of  her.   ‘ but  thanks.  for  sitting  with  me.  i  didn’t  realize  how  sweet  all  you  wheelers  were, ’     @guilehero​.

[msredact]

“ do you have any idea what i’ve been through tonight ? ”                   @guilehero

“       no   ...   but you look like total shit, kid,       ”   a sympathetic chuckle coupled with a drag of a cigarette. a town all wrought with fear, reeling from disaster                   half of hawkins has been packing into the surplus, stocking up on rounds and beef jerky. that will apparently help any of them now.   finally   :   a moment of peace. door locks, lights turn off, leaving them in the sickly green of a neon sign, and the nauseous yellow glow of a flickering lamp. ‘ closed ’ sign flips over, much to the dismay of a man all wrapped in flannel who just pulled up to the lot.   “       what kind of bullshit did you get yourself into this time ?       ”

[strangermaxine]

no bc this is the funniest shes ever been and shes tried way harder for other jokes

[helfireclub-a]

“ why the hell are we even talking about this ? ”                   @guilehero

“       because it’s   very pertinent   to the topic at hand ! just, give me a second to explain,       ”   but first,   he shovels a handful of doritos into his mouth. a moment of loud crunching. fingertips dust crumbs off a blondie shirt. it takes a moment, but he starts mumbling through a full mouth   &&   gesturing wildly as he tries to get his thoughts together.   “       the thing that attacked me the other night ?   it took my doritos.   i tossed a few at it and he vacuumed ‘em right up. my point is   :   doritos are the best snack in the game, right now.       ”

[lcvedriven]

“if you throw me in the pool, i swear to god…” to hop!

summer / vacation starters / accepting

"nah, why would i ever do that?" nevermind the expression on his face like he's just getting ready to do something stupid. nevermind that he's taking off his shoes like he's getting ready to be pulled into the pool, just in case. don't you mind that at all. "come here, i wanna show you something."

[nelrunari]

❖ AND THE DREAM CALLS: Ventura “Vera” Estello.

❖ Character Section ❖

Character Name: Ventura “Vera” Estello

Pronouns: Any (He/him, she/her, they/them)

Age: 23

Trigger Warnings: Brief implication of body horror (cyber implants), death

Appearance:

Here!

Personality:

Easygoing, but perhaps too much so. They insist that it won’t make a difference ‘in a couple years or twenty’.

Intelligent. Book smart and street-smart, but not people-smart.

Adventurous. Hates staying in one location for too long, always looking for new opportunities physically and mentally. He’s insistent on needing to ‘get away’, even if he’s only been somewhere for a small amount of time. This makes him go into hiding for long periods of time, but he’ll respond if he’s needed.

Distant. Dislikes making close relationships, much less people seeing his face at all. An equal amount of disdain and discomfort go into this. They prefer to stay underneath an unintentional persona of ‘Fortuna’, the ruthless, cool, and cold hacker.

Unsocialized. Due to a childhood of isolation (half self-imposed), Vera misses out on a lot of social cues. She oftentimes oversteps boundaries, both with prodding questions and unnecessary grabs.

Fussy. Believes the right way to do things is the way she does it, and thinks every other way is lackluster. They hate feeling belittled by being taught to do things, and prefers being self-taught in all subjects (and, to be fair, they have a lot of experience doing that).

Background:

Raised from the dirt and grime of a city that forgot him, Ventura Estello finds solace in knowledge. Intelligence, of course, doesn’t pay for warmth–but it asks for no payment either. They became obsessed with the wealth of information provided at no cost, and the joy of learning new things became a necessity to keep their brain busy. 

Unfortunately, as Vera grew older, her mother grew weak. Medicine, although perfected, became a process of replacement instead of healing. Humans were soft. Warm, fluid, yet brittle and weak. Biodegradable, Vera once read. The future was of metal and electricity, to be broken and replaced as you would a household appliance. Vera’s mother rejected these ideals. She rejected them in her final breaths.

Vera quickly realized that knowledge meant nothing if you spent your time twiddling your thumbs. In a last-ditch effort, he bought a hacking device with the money his mother left over. The learning curve of theory to practice wasn’t incredibly steep, and having no other options means climbing up that hill every day until you were too tired to think straight.

They spent their time hacking “for fun” (as fun as it can be when your livelihood is on the line, of course), leaving signatures from ‘Fortuna’ on downed domains and an encrypted contact link. It wasn’t long before small efforts became paid missions, and hacking for fun became a joke.

He was eventually steadily contacted by one persistent client, and although the jobs were much more dangerous, money is money. Money kept her eating, kept her safe and stowed away in small apartments. Money was no longer biodegradable. Money was warmth. 

Money was an implant, or three or four. Money was metal and electricity, but it was warmth, too.

They wonder if their mother would disapprove. 

Memento: Their facemask adorned with LED lights to mimic facial expressions. Split into two separate pieces of the mouth and eyes. Only the eye-half is functioning properly, which comes with night-vision and (toggleable) magnification.

Natural Abilities: Cyber implants, although of no use outside of his world, allowed for Vera to hack without needing to lift a finger.

Cranial Cyberdeck - A cyberdeck installed inside of his head. Programmed specifically for hacking and doesn’t have much use outside of it.

Commlink (& Radio) - A communication device(s) installed into her head. Allowed for Vera to speak to others across a long range, much like a phone call. Inaccessible towards anyone who doesn’t also have a commlink.

Power History: n/a

Extra: from the same universe as “Nero” “Santana” :)

❖ Nelrunari Section ❖

Ward: Agaysta

Player Tag: Here

❖ OOC Section ❖

Name/Alias: Leo

Contact: @guilehero on twitter

Age: 19

Pronouns: he/him