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David Harbour as Jim Hopper in Stranger Things.   Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byers.

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Rodney’s Bar was one of those places you had to know in order to enter. It wasn’t on Google maps, there weren’t any real distinguishing features to let street passerby know it was a bar, and the owner purposefully wanted to keep it that way. As far as Huron knew, Rodney was either secretly a trust fund baby, who had nothing better to do with his cash or was going through a mid-life crisis in the last 10 years or so. Regardless of the real reason for the Bar’s existence, this was Huron’s favorite drinking spot. It was small, cozy, questionably clean, but it had character, it had good drinks, it had grit, and it had Huron’s heart. 

He only knew the place because he was a local and it was one of those places you either need to live close to or have a local show to you. In his case, Huron liked coming here because of the two reasons: familiarity and anonymity. On one side, Huron knew the usual patrons by face, so every time he walked in he knew what he was going to get. On the other, nobody minded anyone. The few patrons usually went there to drink, play cards, or do whatever without anyone going around to bother them. Rodney himself wasn’t a typical bartender, he just gave you your drink and that was all, no small talk needed. Bliss.

And everything would have been a fantastically regular experience, had Huron not seen a face he didn’t recognize at his spot as soon as he opened the door. “What’s this?” he said in a low tone, the grumpiest of expressions on his face, no “Hi”s or “Good evening”s to be heard. “You’re in my spot, bud. I’m planning to sit here.”

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Plot Call

Huron -- written by zen -- looking for connections, plots & mature things to write

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David Harbour {250X400}

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Having someone grin at you felt like an almost alien experience for Huron. Usually, he tried to not be around people for too long periods of time (having to deal with tenants was draining as it was), but even then, the usual reactions were muted and and awkward half-smile at best. Something about this kid's energy felt equal parts odd and interesting to him. Maybe because it was pretty late as it was; maybe it was the fact both of them weren't supposed to be here; or maybe because neither were able to sleep tonight. Regardless of the reason, Huron pushed these thoughts away and focused instead on his movements. 

He doubted blondie had no idea what he was doing in the water - he wouldn't have been here otherwise, - but he enjoyed the fact he was trailing behind. Something about people listening to what you what you were saying and doing what you were asking felt nice. It was a rare luxury. 

Huron lost track of the time for a period of his swimming, which was usually the case. The rhythmic movements, the feel of the water and the splashing echoes all joined into a pendulum-style cadence that was nearly hypnotic. The thought he wasn't alone suddenly got him to snap out of it and he got back to his surroundings. Huron finished his lap and went back to the wall of the pool, eyes fixated on the kid. 

"You," an index finger away from him, "live," added with both open palms connecting over his head like a roof, "around here?" a circular motion next to him. "What't your name?" He added when he made sure the boy was looking at him, but this time he just enunciated it clearly, rather than trying to mime. 

Open to: People Huron has at least met before: could be tenants from his building, friends, exes. No need to match and if you want to discuss a prior connection more, just ping me.

The community pool down across from his building was not the most glamorous of places, that much could be said. That was one of the reasons Huron liked it. It had everything a pool needed: water and it was clean enough. As far as he was concerned that was plenty. Sure, the lockers didn’t close properly and not all the lights worked all of the time, but it was beyond the point.

He had befriended the person who looked after the building, which gave him the privilege of having a key handy in case he felt sleepless and wanted to do a few laps in the middle of the night. It was Huron’s time to himself and as a man of habit, he really appreciated it, so when someone else showed up at 1 AM at the pool, he naturally had a reaction:

“Dude!” He barked up from the water in place of a greeting. “It’s closed! You’re supposed to be asleep and this place is supposed to be empty. How did you even get in?”

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David Harbour as Gaspar in EXTRACTION (2020)

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valentijnvs​:

     a smile formed on valentijn’s face when the other used asl – it wasn’t what val was best at, but he was learning still and he understood at least those basics. an apology in return, then he put his bag with a towel and sweatpants down by the benches and peeled his hoodie off. why he’d randomly went swimming was quite obvious: everything about him shouted gym rat. so at least he wasn’t just here to break in or break shit.      flipflops were left with his things and he walked over, sitting on the edge of the pool and dipping his feet into the water. ‘i couldn’t sleep.’ and in case that didn’t make sense to the other, he flattened his hands together like a pillow gesture, pretending to keep waking up from his sleep. then he pointed at his lips: ‘i can read lips.’ along with a wiggly hand – not his best skill, but better than nothing.      usually he got pretty far communicating with commonly known gestures when someone didn’t understand him, and he just hoped that was good enough. there was always text-to-speech on his phone, but good fuck, that was like trying to read sarcasm on a forum.

     slowly valentijn lowered himself into the water, dipping under for a moment to get his hair wet. ‘swim together?’ with an inviting smile, pointing back and forth along the pool.

Compared to the kid’s Instagram gym membership influencer look, Huron looked like a poster child for untreated depression. He wasn’t the type to judge by appearance and if anything, he was a bit too trigger-happy to shout at people disturbing his solitude time. Even though that was clearly the case right now, it felt awkward to try and chase off someone from a place that wasn’t his. So contrary to his better senses, he decided not to try and scare the guy away. 

Huron followed the kid as he moved around, as if he expected him to get a gun out of his bag. The fact he wasn’t using ASL for his next gesture was reassuring - it was a mental pass for him to pantomime back without looking like an asshole for not speaking the boy’s language. He nodded slowly and pressed his index finger against his own chest. “Me too.”

Swimming was as close to a “his thing” as anything can get. His parents taught him early and he did it all throughout high school, so more or less it stuck as an activity he did to get out of the real world and just turn off his brain for a bit. He didn’t make it a habit to share that with people, least of all someone he didn’t know well.

He shrugged. “I’m not going to turn this into a race, though,” he replied, trying to enunciate enough so his lips were easier to read. Huron moved to the edge of the pool and pressed his back against it to get a better look at the boy. He investigated his face quietly for a moment, then gave another nod and pushed himself forward into the water. 

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remember when the cop from stranger things made fuck me eyes at donnie darko in the gay cowboy movie

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valentijnvs​:

     it was only pretty recently that valentijn had found out the pool across the street was open at odd times. waking up at midnight hours and seeing the lights on, he eventually decided to figure out what was going on – he didn’t mind a bit of nocturnal swimming himself. no key, but when he asked the guy who seemingly seemed to be in charge of the place, he’d just grumbled something about seeing for himself if he was so curious.      so that was what val ended up doing that night.

     in flipflops, swimming shorts and a zip-up hoodie he’d crossed the street to find the door indeed unlocked. the place was pretty run-down and he was at least glad he wasn’t walking around barefoot… pretty sure you could get tetanus from just looking at some of the tilework or showerheads.      when he reached the pool area, however, he spotted someone else. it made a lot of sense, and he could see the other shouting something at him… but, well. he was here to swim, and it was the middle of the night, so val’s hearing aids were in their respective boxes on his nightstand back home.      hands came up defensively before he gestured at the entrance. ‘the door was unlocked.’ he had doubts the other understood sign language, but he could at least try, right? maybe he’d surprise him.

"Way to go shouting at a kid, idiot" was the immediate first thought Huron had, but a moment later, there was yet another layer of embarrassment to add to it. Huron wasn't the picture-perfect model of social graces, but he at least had the capacity to assess when his abrasiveness was becoming too much. 

His hands mirrored the boy's and went up defensively in turn. Huron needed a moment to remember the very little ASL he knew, which he utilized promptly. He put an open palm against his head and pushed it away. "Hello." A closed fit drawing a circle on his chest. "Sorry." Closed fists together with his left hand moving out. "How are you?"

Unfortunately, that was all he had, so after he did the three signs in a quick sequence, he couldn't help but feel silly. He has had experience with the Deaf community, including tenants who were deaf and more than patient with his antics, but the majority of the time, they exchanged messages or used phones to communicate. This was uncharted territory for him and he already felt like a jackass for shouting. So to try and at least fix that somewhat, he swam up closer to the kid and spoke out slowly: "You can swim here. Just don't tell anyone. Okay?"

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IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH ICONLESS ROLEPLAYS REBLOG THIS SO YOUR FOLLOWERS KNOW !!

like as much as i love icons and a good psd, sometimes its just tasking to do. and not everyone has great resources. so if you’re okay with having threads with no icons, please reblog this so that people know you’re okay with it. i feel like roleplayers today are too focused on the aesthetics and won’t follow people who use base icons or even none at all. it’s not about icons, but about the writing !!

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David Harbour as Chief Hopper

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DAVID HARBOUR photographed by Nick Heavican for Da Man Magazine (2016)

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David Harbour © Christopher Sturman

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Open to: People Huron has at least met before: could be tenants from his building, friends, exes. No need to match and if you want to discuss a prior connection more, just ping me.

The community pool down across from his building was not the most glamorous of places, that much could be said. That was one of the reasons Huron liked it. It had everything a pool needed: water and it was clean enough. As far as he was concerned that was plenty. Sure, the lockers didn’t close properly and not all the lights worked all of the time, but it was beyond the point.

He had befriended the person who looked after the building, which gave him the privilege of having a key handy in case he felt sleepless and wanted to do a few laps in the middle of the night. It was Huron’s time to himself and as a man of habit, he really appreciated it, so when someone else showed up at 1 AM at the pool, he naturally had a reaction:

“Dude!” He barked up from the water in place of a greeting. “It’s closed! You’re supposed to be asleep and this place is supposed to be empty. How did you even get in?”

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so guess who (clearly) doesn't have anything better to do and is about to give this tumbler-dot-com-ar-pee business another go. sup?

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Huron -- written by zen -- looking for connections, plots & mature things to write

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