ⅺ , @wasme ( . . . ) eleven ? ➥ starter call.
when the walls had trembled, a familiar dread rolled against her chest. hand balled into fist as the lights flicker -- her brown eyes tore wide open, looking for a CRACK, for the crumble. but it had settled too easily, too quietly. she wants to go to the radio, call hopper and let him know SOMETHING was here. but at once, she wasn’t afraid, no. she could protect herself, even if he thought she needed help. she peaks out from the windows. rule one : keep the blinds closed. she sees something BLUE -- BIG in the distance, like a long square. a door opens, and a man gets out. in fright, she lets the blinds fall loudly against the window’s glass. not stupid. but she almost wants to prove to herself that this wasn’t a THING. hand hovers before the door knob, she flies the locks off the door with her eyes.
she watches the MAN travel closer . . . maybe he needed help, even if he looked okay. but eleven notices he’s traversing very closely to the tripwire. something in her says he might just be lost, and she knows how that feels. she doesn’t want him to get hurt. swinging open the door, she makes a snap decision, “ wait ! there’s the tri- trippy wire ! ”
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