two images flash before her eyes, a cold, dark world within a tree, a monster without a face and a name that remains on her tongue, that she wants to scream ( Barb, Barb ).
Nancy knows only that name and that maybe, somehow, Barb is in the woods and she could find her. She arranges her bag on her shoulder and walks in, pushing leaves and twigs out of the way and yelling out for a name she cannot associate with a face.
( this is how you might meet her, a skinny teenage girls, walking and yelling just tat one name ).
Or perhaps you meet her when she reaches the fence, cleaning dirt off her knees and her cheeks ( she has fallen a moment ago, weak, limbs heavy ).
she will fall, once more, when she reaches the signs and she'll frown at them and try to crawl a little closer, trying to throw her bag against the fence. 】
it's a couple of flakes;
【 she has given up on getting her heat back.
instead, Nancy is wrapped in a pale blue wool coat and a scarf, hair pulled behind her in a ponytail, cheeks rosy from the cold.
it doesn't bother her. she remembers something, she realizes, a distorted picture that reminds her why she's doing ok now. she had known a far more terrible cold.
( there it is now. a cold, dark world and she is hiding behind a tree from someone, from something - )
if you're around shoveling, she might try and be social and speak up from where she sits by her window - 】
No one but you is trying, anymore.
network;
【 when she picks up the phone, her voice is trembling.
she steels her nerves and clears her throat but comes out short and ends up with an unsure, 】
Hello?
【 And you might hear a mumbled 'this is bullshit' about 10 seconds late. 】
nancy wheeler. stranger things
【 The scream sends a chill down her spine.
two images flash before her eyes, a cold, dark world within a tree, a monster without a face and a name that remains on her tongue, that she wants to scream ( Barb, Barb ).
Nancy knows only that name and that maybe, somehow, Barb is in the woods and she could find her. She arranges her bag on her shoulder and walks in, pushing leaves and twigs out of the way and yelling out for a name she cannot associate with a face.
( this is how you might meet her, a skinny teenage girls, walking and yelling just tat one name ).
Or perhaps you meet her when she reaches the fence, cleaning dirt off her knees and her cheeks ( she has fallen a moment ago, weak, limbs heavy ).
she will fall, once more, when she reaches the signs and she'll frown at them and try to crawl a little closer, trying to throw her bag against the fence. 】
【 she has given up on getting her heat back.
instead, Nancy is wrapped in a pale blue wool coat and a scarf, hair pulled behind her in a ponytail, cheeks rosy from the cold.
it doesn't bother her. she remembers something, she realizes, a distorted picture that reminds her why she's doing ok now. she had known a far more terrible cold.
( there it is now. a cold, dark world and she is hiding behind a tree from someone, from something - )
if you're around shoveling, she might try and be social and speak up from where she sits by her window - 】
No one but you is trying, anymore.
【 when she picks up the phone, her voice is trembling.
she steels her nerves and clears her throat but comes out short and ends up with an unsure, 】
Hello?
【 And you might hear a mumbled 'this is bullshit' about 10 seconds late. 】