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haplesshairpile) wrote2019-07-11 08:41 pm
haplesshairpile) wrote2019-07-11 08:41 pm
this may as well happen (debut)
Russian torture really isn't so bad.
Okay, well, it's actually fucking awful. Steve's swollen face is throbbing in time with his pulse and he's pretty sure at least one of his ribs is cracked, but he'll be fine. He gets his ass kicked on a regular basis at this point. What's one more black eye?
The drugs though, man. The fucking drugs. He doesn't even care that he might have internal bleeding because he feels fantastic. They're out of that weird bunker and the kids are okay, so he tries to ignore that they're still being chased and just takes a breath. It's actually really easy to do with how high he is. Whatever they injected him with makes him feel like he's floating, like he just smoked ten of the world's finest joints, and holy shit, he is starving.
He and Robin sneak out of the movie theater in search of food, and Steve gets distracted by the mall's glass ceiling. He really hated this place, after spending all summer here scooping ice cream in his stupid little uniform, but he kind of likes it now. Yeah, sure, there's a Russian bunker a mile underground trying to crack open a hole to an alternate dimension full of hideous monsters, but the ceiling is nice. And the company. He guesses that's pretty nice too.
"Robin, come look at this," he calls out, but his vision sort of swims and after he blinks a few times, he realizes that he is no longer staring up at the bright, fluorescent lights of the ceiling. Instead he's blinking up at a night sky full of stars and while that's pretty cool too, he has no idea how he got here. And why would he come outside when they were so dead set on going to the food court? Corn dogs, man. That was the new mission!
"Robin? Stop messing around. I'm fucking star--" Steve blinks as he finally turns around in a slow circle and realizes that nothing looks familiar. He is definitely not in the parking lot of the Starcourt Mall, and he doesn't even think that he's in Hawkins anymore. "--ving. What the hell?"
Steve stands there in the middle of an unfamiliar street, hands on the hips of his red, white, and blue striped Scoops Ahoy uniform, and lets out something like a giggle. It isn't the proper response to blinking and finding yourself somewhere completely unexpected, but that's all Steve really has in him right now. He just has to laugh. He'll laugh and laugh, and panic later once he's himself again.
But for now-- "This place has corn dogs, right?"
Okay, well, it's actually fucking awful. Steve's swollen face is throbbing in time with his pulse and he's pretty sure at least one of his ribs is cracked, but he'll be fine. He gets his ass kicked on a regular basis at this point. What's one more black eye?
The drugs though, man. The fucking drugs. He doesn't even care that he might have internal bleeding because he feels fantastic. They're out of that weird bunker and the kids are okay, so he tries to ignore that they're still being chased and just takes a breath. It's actually really easy to do with how high he is. Whatever they injected him with makes him feel like he's floating, like he just smoked ten of the world's finest joints, and holy shit, he is starving.
He and Robin sneak out of the movie theater in search of food, and Steve gets distracted by the mall's glass ceiling. He really hated this place, after spending all summer here scooping ice cream in his stupid little uniform, but he kind of likes it now. Yeah, sure, there's a Russian bunker a mile underground trying to crack open a hole to an alternate dimension full of hideous monsters, but the ceiling is nice. And the company. He guesses that's pretty nice too.
"Robin, come look at this," he calls out, but his vision sort of swims and after he blinks a few times, he realizes that he is no longer staring up at the bright, fluorescent lights of the ceiling. Instead he's blinking up at a night sky full of stars and while that's pretty cool too, he has no idea how he got here. And why would he come outside when they were so dead set on going to the food court? Corn dogs, man. That was the new mission!
"Robin? Stop messing around. I'm fucking star--" Steve blinks as he finally turns around in a slow circle and realizes that nothing looks familiar. He is definitely not in the parking lot of the Starcourt Mall, and he doesn't even think that he's in Hawkins anymore. "--ving. What the hell?"
Steve stands there in the middle of an unfamiliar street, hands on the hips of his red, white, and blue striped Scoops Ahoy uniform, and lets out something like a giggle. It isn't the proper response to blinking and finding yourself somewhere completely unexpected, but that's all Steve really has in him right now. He just has to laugh. He'll laugh and laugh, and panic later once he's himself again.
But for now-- "This place has corn dogs, right?"