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08/06/2023 01:22 PM  He's Still a Dingus He's Still a Dingus    "Dude!" gleefully exclaimed Dustin Henderson, the younger curly haired child friend of Steven Harrington. "You did it!" Excitement and admiration laced the younger adolescent's words as he continued, lifting a finger to point at the panting victorious elder teen. "You won a fight!" He had indeed won a fight. Robin Buckley looked on at her fellow Scoops Ahoy associate, clad in a similar uniform that they were both forced to wear, as terms of their employment. His fast acting to attack the Russian technician saved the quartet of teen infiltrators, with only Erica Sinclaire to round out their number. His actions, only a result of Robin's own failed attempt to try and convince the technician that they were part of the underground operation. Her limited understanding of the Russian language failed the group in her own attempt to save them from the pending danger. Had it been French or Italian, she may have been able to finesse the situation to convince the Russian that they were in fact the "Silver Cat" of the transmitted code. The very code that Dustin had stumbled upon being transmitted, giving secret instructions to the Russian base on the delivery schedules. For years Robin had held a long standing disdain for the former King of Hawkins High. There was an underlying jealousy she had felt, as Tammy Thompson had eyes for the star athlete. Tammy Thompson, to Robin, was the girl with the most beautiful soul in all of Hawkins, and she secretly coveted the affections that Tammy had shown towards Steve.  "Hey... Uh... What chapter are we on?" was the first words Robin had ever heard him speak, which was a question directed to his desk neighbor, who happened to by Tammy. The answer was obvioulsy chapter one. It was the first day of the school year in the history class they shared. She glared from her front row desk, immediately irritated with his very existence and from there her distaste for him grew. From the bagel crumbs he would produce from around his desk, to the questions he asked, to the way he would mess with his hair continued to aggravate the young sophomore student. She was embarrassed to share her first period class with the seemingly moronic upperclassman. The worst part is, he didn't even know who she was, despite the fact they spent the entire year learning US history together.   She thought once he graduated she would be free of his idiocy. Last days of school were always bittersweet for most high school students, but for Robin, it was a relief knowing she would never have to share space with Steve "the Hair" Harrington ever again. This state of liberation from ever having to see or hear him ever again turned out to be incredibly brief as he was soon hired on at her job at the Starcourt location of the Scoops Ahoy ice-cream parlor.  "Robin," began her supervisor, Ned, a bespectacled twenty-something year-old with a slender, non athletic build who wore the male version of the very same uniform that she had been wearing for the past few months. "I'd like you to train our new hire, Steve! I am sure you two will get along great."  Robin immediately grimaced. Her Harrington free summer of 1985 was now completely ruined. Was she ever going to be free of him? With a defeated expression and a signature eyeroll, she would spend the next few months in his company. She would have quit or gone back to working at the Hawk, the local theater but it had closed down. Nowhere else in the mall was hiring and many of the other local businesses were closing down. She was stuck all summer slinging ice cream with the one person she despised most in all of Hawkins. However now, at the end of their summer together, that had changed.  The past few days had been a break in the monotony of free samples, failed flirtations, and antagonistic sarcastic banter.  With the arrival of Dustin, another one of Steve's many child friends, a conspiracy was discovered that ran deep. Now in the bowels of the very mall they had spent their entire summer, in a secret Russian facility, Robin had realized her years of jealous loathing and hostile intentions had been misplaced. Steve had just protected her, Dustin and Erica after her own failed attempt to convince the Russian technician that they were a part of the Russian operation. Her limited grasp on the language prevented her from stating anything to prevent the Russian technician from attempting to sound an alarm. She was impressed and grateful to his fast acting as her own tactic failed them. Steve had barreled forward, screaming and tackling the Russian technician as he reached for the holstered gun at his side. The brief scuffle ended with him scoring a lucky shot, knocking out the Russian cold as she and the other two tiny infiltrators watched on in both shock and awe as what had just happened was slowly processed between them. Robin could not help but feel her mind begin to change on the once focus of her bitter angst and ire. Maybe it really was her just her own pure jealousy that Tammy had picked him over her to swoon over that twisted her judgement, casting a verdict down too early. How she craved that attention from Tammy that she knew she would never get, and how Steve "the Hair" Harrington had taken for granted for barely giving Tam the time of day. Maybe she was wrong about him all along. He risked his life to save them, to save her. He was still a dingus, but he wasn't so bad after all.  As Dustin ran over to the unconscious Russian, nabbing the keycard attached to the Russian's belt, Robin forged forward, scouting ahead as Erica began to bicker with the elder of the younger two would be spies. She followed the strobing light emanating from the windowed door atop a short flight of stairs. Approaching cautiously, her curiosity fueling what little bravery she could muster. Peering through the tiny window, she witnessed something she had never seen before, something that was seemingly science fiction.  "Guys!" she interrupted the bickering children as she returned back to the bottom of the staircase. "There's something up there..."  Whatever it was and whatever came next to the young quartette, she knew now in her heart that she could trust that Steve would be by her side and doing whatever he could to get them out of whatever trouble they faced next.  Written as a challenge made by @babysitter to find the moment when each other's feelings on the other changed.  0 Comments

02/20/2023 01:01 PM  RP Challenge: What Dreams May Come Roleplay Challenge: Do a drabble, headcanon, mood board whatever based on a horror movie and horror villain your muse loves. Explain why they love the movie and villain.  (As challenged by  @Beyond_Thunderdome) In my headcanon, Robin is a bit of a film snob and dislikes, even looks down on the horror genre in general, finding it to be a cheap source of entertainment for the masses. Myself, have come to adore the genere, especially the villainous monsters and slashers personifying fear. I decided to do a write a small encounter depicting one of my more favorite horror villains.   What Dreams May Come     The sun shone brightly on the summer day in Hawkins Indiana. Robin, who was garbed unusually, in a brilliant yellow polka-dotted sundress, laid in the tall, unkempt grass among the wild flowers and weeds. A wide, bliss-filled smile was painted across her lips as she looked upwards at the passing clouds. She gave a gentle squeeze to the hand she held with interlaced fingers. Turning her head, her brilliant blue hues gazed upon her redheaded companion. Vickie, who herself was also clad in a solidly baby-blue sundress, looked skyward watching the clouds roll by over the grassy hillside at the outskirts of Hawkins. A smile of amazement was painted across her rose colored lips. Biting her own lip, Robin let a delighted giggle escape her, feeling her cheeks become a rosey pink with an infatuated blush. She gave the slender hand laced with her own a gentle squeeze, her gaze once again looking towards the brilliant blue of the welkin above. Robin rolled over to face the fire-haired teen, brushing Vickie's curly locks as toying with her ginger-hued strands. "How have I gotten so lucky?" Robin muttered, asking rhetorically as their blue colored gazes locked onto one another. "I don't know," Vickie replied, offering a sweet smile to the short haired blonde that was now positioned just above her. "I think it's I who is the lucky one." The pair giggled as their lips neared each other in a playful dance. Robin slyly wrinkled her freckled nose, once more biting her lower lip in anticipation of the actions that were slowly developing. She allowed the tip of her nose to brush Vickie's own before indulging her plump, full lips to place themselves upon the thin, delicate lips of Vickie, embracing in a kiss.  Apples... Robin thought to herself as her eyes closed. Vickie's kiss tasted like the sun-kissed nectar of apples. She could feel whole whole body warm as a blissful wave washed over her. It only took a few quick moments before Robin suddenly felt very wrong. The sweetness of the kiss suddenly soured as though Vickie's lips were quickly rotting away. Robin quickly opened her eyes as she suddenly pulled back in horror. The once angelic like visage of Vickie had been replaced by one of a man that was grotesque and horrifically scarred and burned. "Come on, Buckley!" the new disfigured and fleshy individual questioned in a wickedly guttural tone. "No tongue?" He cackled with devilish delight as Robin shrieked, pulling herself off of the nightmarish wretch. As she attempted to pull herself off of him she could feel an incredible and sharp pain shooting through her abdomen. Her face contorted into a horrified expression as she looked down to see the blade fingered glove pull back from her stomach. She cried out again as she used what strength she could to fling herself backwards, away from this killer that continued to cackle and mock her.  "You actually think Vicky would want to kiss you?"  he continued, his hellborn voice ringing through Robin's ears as she started to cough up blood. "Lesbihonest, Buckley! She's really not that into you!" He howled with delight as Robin gathered herself up and rose to her feet. The once sunnyside hill now painted in a darkened twilight as if the sun itself had turned off. Robin clutched her wounded midsection and began to run as fast as she could muster to escape. The maniac behind her continued in a singsongy manner "One... Two... Freddy's coming for you... "  0 Comments

02/18/2023 01:01 AM  Welcome to Raccoon City Welcome to Raccoon City    Robin gasped for air as her blue-hued gaze popped open, waking from whatever unconsciousness she had awoken from. She coughed, as the sharp sting of the stale air bit at the back of her throat and nostrils. Did she fall asleep? No. She would have felt better rested had she done so. It was pitch black where she was, and the floor was made up of an uncomfortable tile. Her fingers felt along the groves in the tile spacers as her eyes continued to adjust to the darkness that surrounded her. Where was she? There was a feeling of familiarity with where she was. Groaning as she gathered her strength to lift herself from the hard tiled floor, she could feel her whole body ache. "Oh, my god . . . " she muttered to herself, as she tightly squeezed her eyes shut, running a hand over her face. What was going on? What was happening? Why? Every question ran through her mind as she finally brought herself up, fully, groaning the entire time. Her eyes continued to adjust to the lack of lighting as she felt at her surroundings. A counter. She could feel a counter, the room she was in slowly coming into focus. The air had a sent of familiarity that Robin could not place right away. A musty stench and staleness in the air masked any familiarity with the aroma, but Robin knew she had smelled it before. But where? How? As the room she was in slowly came into focus, it started to look like a back room to a small shop or business. There were utensils, containers, a whiteboard, a sliding window with wooden bars, and the outline of a uniform, a familiar uniform. No. It couldn't be? Could it? It slowly dawned on her. She had been here before. A few years before. Was it really? Could it be? It wasn't possible, as the Starcourt Mall had been destroyed. She could feel a horror fall over her as she realized she was in the back room of the Scoops Ahoy Ice Creamery. "What in the hell!?" she rhetorically exclaimed to herself as she straightened out her pin covered jacket and tussled her shortened dirty blonde locks. Robin almost never cursed, but she felt this situation demanded it. How could she be back at the Scoops Ahoy? What nightmare was this that she had found herself in. There is no way, no way. Her mind raced as she felt a small panic fill her being. She breathed in the stale, ice cream cone-laden air to calm herself. Deep, calming breaths as she talked herself down. "Okay, Robin. This has to be a dream. Well a nightmare. So this can't be happening, right? Right?" She fumbled her way over to the wall, flicking a switch, attempting to bring a little light. Nothing. She flicked it a few more times before muttering to herself how she was now the dingus. She sauntered towards the push door, and looked out the little round window. She used her hand, pushing away the caked-on grime and dirt to get a better view. She instantly realized it was not Starcourt. She had memorized the view from across the food court. There was a straight view of the Imperial Panda and the Orange Julius just beyond the fountain, but that is not what she saw. Instead of what she knew was true, she saw a Quiznos and a Panda Express and empty benches. What the hell? What was going on? There was a map directory just out of view. She could make out the words Raccoon Mall. What is the Raccoon Mall? "We're not in Kansas anymore, Buckley," she whispered to herself. As she continued to peer out the windows door there was movement. Was there someone else here with her? She started to push through the door to approach the moving figure before it came into the dim light that shone down from an unknown source beyond her nautical themed nightmare. The shambling figure was dead, an animated corpse. She sank down beyond view. "Oh god, what is going on? This is bad. This is very bad. Very, very bad," she mumbled, praying to herself and hoping whatever that was didn't take notice of her. She brought herself back up to take another look, and the corpse seemingly multiplied. There were more of them now. Three? No. Four? Where were they coming from? Fear coursed through Robin like a wave crashing on the beach. Biting her lower lip she sunk down again, attempting to gather her wits. Taking in deep breaths once again she brought herself back up once more. The original hobbling figure started walking towards the entrance of the Scoops Ahoy. Did it spot her? Why couldn't she have woken up at Disneyland? Her nightmare continued to get worse and worse. It reached out. It had to have spotted her.  Where was Steve Harrington when you need him? she thought to herself, wishing her best friend could be with her as she could feel herself start to tremble.  Written as a starter for a small group AU storyline.   0 Comments

02/07/2023 01:01 AM  RP Challenge: Wish You Were . . . RpChallenge by @Beyond_Thunderdome Write a drabble based on a song that you relate to your character   Wish You Were . . .     Raspberries . . .  Robin Buckley thought to herself as she inhaled the wafting berry laced aroma as Tammy Thompson walked by her desk at the back of Mrs. Click's class singing Bonnie Tyler's "Total Eclipse of the Heart." Robin would come in early, strategically placing herself at the back of the class so that she could steal discrete glances at the focus of her puppy's love. She always smelled of raspberries. It was a sent that filled Robin with whimsey and longing. Tammy Thompson was Robin's first actual crush and Robin didn't know what to do about it. It was obvious that Tammy didn't and wouldn't feel in even a remote similar fashion. Tammy was just too... straight. Robin chose her seat at the back of the class, knowing full well that Tammy would usually sit somewhere towards the middle so she could hopefully sit next to Steve Harrington. Robin hated Harrington. Steve was high school royalty and had caught the eye of their fellow classmate Tammy. What did Tammy see in him? He was a complete dingus. He was almost always late. He asked stupid questions. He wasn't even that good looking, at least not to Robin. The seed of jealousy rooted itself deep within her. She wanted Tammy to look at her the way she looked at Steve. If only she would all be right in the world. A daydream drifted through Robin's thoughts, dancing it's way around her usual rational way of thinking. She imagined herself in place of the one that had caught her internalized ire. Tammy, looking dreamy, and moon-eyed at herself instead of Harrington. She fantasized about their gaze locking upon one anther, their sapphire hues staring back at one another with a longing that was reserved only for each other. Their hands clasping each other, fingers locking together like a puzzle as they drew themselves closer. Robin, nervously biting her lip before Tammy's own would push against hers. A wave of euphoria brushed over Robin fulfilling her adolescents desires. I bet Tammy's lips taste just like raspberries, Robin thought to herself before she fell back into reality. Mrs. Click was already scolding the late Harrington. Class had already begun? Oh no. These stupid feelings were getting to be much for Robin as they were affecting her greater than she wished. She glanced over at Tammy, who was as usual, staring at that stupid Steve. Robin's blood boiled as her jealousy intensified. She couldn't help how she felt. Steve was a dingus and she didn't see what Tammy saw in him. He was dumb, arrogant, dismissive, and generally irritating. Robin knew in her heart she would be a much better fit for Tammy than that boy. She would actively take an interest in Tammy. She would support her dreams of becoming a singer and entertainer. She wanted to hold her, lift her up when she was down. Hold her hand, kiss her lips, do everything a boyfriend would do, but she couldn't. It was never meant to be. Tammy just wouldn't feel the same. Robin knew this to be true and knew she could never say how she felt, silently pining for a love she could never have. Waiting forever for someone that wasn't even going to show up. How she wished that Tammy was gay. Inspired by the song Wish You Were Gay by Claud   0 Comments

02/03/2023 10:20 PM  Not a Phase Not a Phase    The young teen muffled herself with her pillow, firmly wrapping it around her face, not wanting her parents to hear her anguished wails of teenage angst. Noiselessly she wept over an endless frustration that filled her, feeling her face redden and become flush with grievances. Her mind raced, asking herself "why?" over and over again as she puzzled and reflected over her newly budding and intense emotions. What was wrong with her? It was a yearning she felt deep within, a desire that she found confusing and utterly ridiculous. Screaming once more in to her pillow, the hot tears continuing to pour out from her clenched eyelids, she just wanted this feeling to go away. Why did Tammy Thompson make her feel like this? Robin had known her more popular classmate for a good portion of her life. Having gone to the same schools since they were kids, it wasn't until Fourth Grade that they shared a class together. While they were not terribly close friends, Robin would occasionally play with Tammy during their recess sessions, or be partnered up with her when Barbra Holland, Robin's best friend, wasn't available. On rainy days, Robin would sometimes help her rescue worms by picking them up from the asphalt, and concrete, tossing them back into the grassy areas of the playgrounds. The two would remain friendly despite not having a class together again until they entered Middle School. There, Tammy ascended into popularity, while Robin fell into the cracks as an outcast, starting her on the path of her earning self title of being the "weirdest girl in Hawkins." During this time, Robin felt herself changing. She hated change. She found her mind wandering elsewhere from what she once dwelled on before. Her thoughts, which used to be filled with books, music, and far-off places away from Hawkins, were slowly starting to romance. At first, Robin would just brush it off. The thought of kissing disgusted Robin. Besides, she didn't find the opposite sex as appealing as her pubescent peers did. The Hollywood hunks that her fellow feminine youth made eyes at, didn't do anything for her. John Travolta, Shaun Cassidy, Scott Baio did not inspire anything remotely similar. All through her early teenage years, she actively suppressed these feelings, not allowing them to bubble up, despite them having intense momentary flashes within. None was more intense than when she saw The Clash of the Titans for the first time. Judi Bowker as Andromeda shook something deep with in Robin. Watching The Clash of the Titans at The Hawk Movie Theater with her parents was both one of the most liberating and uncomfortable moments of her life. She was entranced, yet deeply flustered, being sandwiched between her parents, unable to hold back certain feelings any longer. Leaving the theater in a near shell shocked state finally shook Robin, forcing her to realize how truly different she was from the other girls in Hawkins. The problem was, she had no one to talk to about it. She wasn't going to talk to her parents. In spite of how liberally minded and accepting they were, she couldn't speak to them about how she felt. She just didn't have that kind of relationship with them. She didn't have Barbra anymore, as Barb ditched her for that prissy nerdy girl, Nancy Wheeler. Her new friends, The Odd Squad, Kate Shippen, Milton McQuown and Dash Montague didn't connect with her on the same level. She felt like an outsider in her own band of outsiders. She would have to continue to just bottle up these desires. No one could possibly understand her. If anyone would know, in her mind, she would become more of a pariah. No one could ever know how she truly felt. She would continue to repress her hormonal desires, focusing on her other interests, bands, languages, and of course, her books. Her repression would become increasingly harder after that summer entering into her freshman year at Hawkins High. Freshman year is when she would become reacquainted with Tammy Thompson. It was the first day of school, second period, English 101, and Robin had arrived early for Mr. Hauser's class. As she patiently waited at the front of the class for it to begin, Robin had her nose buried in The Great Gatsby, scoffing and rolling her eyes at several passages. It was then that Tammy entered. Letting her blue gaze lift from the terribly written words, they locked on the strawberry blonde. She could feel herself become flush and instantly nervous. What was happening to her? Why again and why now? The awkward teen only felt more awkward as the year progressed as she found herself daydreaming of her raspberry-scented peer when her mind was bored. This was bad. She once again had no one she felt comfortable enough around to talk to about it. She had to bottle this up and keep her feelings hidden. No one can know. Everyone would torment her. She knew she would be ostracized from her middle American, poduck town. Robin hated living this seemingly dual life, her secret self and her public self. She felt it was necessary, if she wished to survive Hawkins. This only served to desperately fuel her desires to run far away from Hawkins more than ever. Sure, she had talked about it with Barb when they were kids, daydreaming of going somewhere new or exciting, but now it was a true desire. Maybe Europe? She read they were very progressive there. She was already studying French, was fluent in Spanish, and was learning Italian in her spare time. Seemed to be the best and most logical choice to run away to, to allow herself to feel and be her true self. Her parents would be okay with it, maybe. Richard and Melissa Buckley were pretty easygoing parents. Some would call them hippish or maybe free-spirited. They never really put a lot of restrictions upon their only daughter. Robin never really gave them much reason to anyway. She ate her vegetables, went to bed at a decent hour, and was never overtly disrespectful. They would be cool with her leaving abroad, right? They're always telling her to follow her heart and actively encouraged her interests. They would be cool with it, she rationalized to herself. "Robin!" called out her mother's voice bringing Robin back to reality. She lifted her face from her tear-stained pillow. "Y-yeah, Mom?" she called back, doing her best to disguise her voice so it didn't sound like she had been sobbing herself to exhaustion. Her freckled nose dripped as she sniffled, catching her breath. "Dinner's almost done! I made your favorite!" her mother replied in a sweet almost dream-like tone. Maybe she was high again. It was hard to tell, as her mother always had an airy way of speaking. "Sloppy joes!" Robin rubbed her face in a sore attempt to dry away her tears and took several deep breaths to settle herself. "Cool," she muttered, her words laced with forced enthusiasm. It hasn't been her favorite dish in many years. The Buckleys weren't rich, so whatever was cheap and easy was always on the menu. "I'll get . . . uh . . . cleaned up now." She stood still for a brief moment, gathering her energy to manifest a calmness to mask her anguish. Her parents could never know their little genius was struggling with herself, wrestling  with her two halves that could never be one. "Oh cool! Sloppy joes!" she could hear her father's enthusiastic exclamation from the other room. "My favorite!" Once she found her mask of calm, she opened the door to her room, a disingenuous smile plastered across her lips so that there were no questions, and she immediately went to the bathroom to splash her face with cold water to hopefully hide the remaining evidence of her grief. Hopefully the cool water will calm her glassy tear-ridden eyes and bring her complexation back down a few shades to her usual paleness. This would become a routine she would become accustomed to, because no one could ever know.   0 Comments

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