stranger things // capitol // Open
Jul 31, 2016 19:42:43 GMT -5
Post by ali on Jul 31, 2016 19:42:43 GMT -5
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Prologue
Something is coming.
Somewhere in the Capitol, there is a moment of stillness. Time hesitates and things seem, almost calm. It is as if the world is breathing, waiting on edge in anticipation as to what happens next, like it is watching an old time western, waiting to see who pulls the trigger off in the imminent stand off between the good cowboy and bad cowboy as a tumbleweed rolls across the set, kicking up dust as it ignores the moment around it. The world waits impatiently for the trigger to be pulled, barely containing itself as the music plateaus into silence.
Bang.
A door slams open violently and the world screams as the tension is cut and the sirens blare louder than they had been before, numbed by the silence cause by the anticipation. A man- his name does not matter- in a white lab coat runs as fast as he can down the hall. His breathing is laboured, his pulse matching that of the flickering lights which cast a periodic blueish glow on the hallway. The man skids, his shoes squeaking against the linoleum floor, as he round the corner, glancing over his shoulder for the briefest of moments before he returns his gaze ahead of him.
He sprints down the last leg towards the elevator, slamming into the wall as he fails to come to a stop. This is what tributes must feel like, he thinks to himself for a moment as he desperately attempts to call the elevator, hammering on the button as many times as he can before he realizes the persistent pushing will not call the elevator fast. He turns, looking down the hallway he just came, his heart pounds against his chest, his breath held in anticipation to see it following him. How could I have been so stupid? He thought to himself as he watched the hallway flicker- seemingly- in and out of existence, waiting for something to round the corner and find him.
The ding of the elevator made him jump, but he didn’t turn from the hallway before him, keeping his gaze fixated on the shadow of his route. The man in the white lab coat stepped backwards, his whole body trembling as the adrenaline coursed through him, into the elevator behind him; seemingly out of the woods, he leant forward and pressed the first floor button. His gaze briefly darted back to the hallway as the metal doors of the elevator began to slowly shut, a sigh of relief escaping his lips a bit too soon. Just as the door is about to close, he hears a pair of feet hit the elevator floor behind him. He turns slowly, his body tensing, then suddenly his lab coat isn’t white anymore.
Meanwhile, across town, four best friends- Will, Mike, Dustin and Lucas- gather in the low lit basement of one of their houses, playing a campaign of Arena’s & Muttations. Tension is found here too, as three of the four boys wait for the Gamemaker to reveal the monster they believe, they’ve come across, eyes hesitantly falling on Mike in anticipation; Dustin argued it would be the flemeth, Lucas argued it wouldn’t, but regardless of what they believed when Mike sets the Flemeth game piece down on the board in front of him, there is a resounding groan.
Mike grins triumphantly as he watches the other boys squirm in their seats, arguing amongst themselves as he pushes them further into a blind panic by teasing them, telling them that the Flemeth is getting closer and closer to their characters. Lucas and Dustin turn to Will, the smallest of the three, but by far the most
“Make the roll Will!” Lucas exclaimed. Will, panicked, throws the dice onto the table. There is a moment of elation but it is quickly lost when they all realize one of the dice is missing and they’re all sent into a blind panic, running about the room in search of the missing dice as Mike’s mother tells them to wrap it up from the top of the stairs. The search for the dice is abandoned, Will, Dustin and Lucas grab their coats and they trudge their way upstairs, saddened to have to cut short a 10 hour session. They say their goodbyes, getting onto their pushbikes and heading off into the night; but before Will leaves, he turns to Mike and tells him something.
“It was a 7”
Then he pushes off, without a word of explanation as to why he told Mike of the missing dices roll identity, and heads off home. The road is smooth against the base of his wheel as he speeds past Dustin’s house on the way to his. Unlike the other boys, who live in the heart of suburbia, Will lives on the edge of the forest that lies in the east of the Capitol and as his bike swerves down Mirkwood road, the street lights fade away and his journey becomes bump, the gravel road very apparent beneath the wheels of his bicycle. The route ahead of him is barely lit, the clouds shadow the moon, casting the world in a hollow blueish glow, so the young boy can only see a few meters in front of him, where the light on his bike shines brightly against the twilight, while darkness flanks his sides.
A stillness falls on the world for a moment, as distant storm clouds grumble over head and the front torch of Will's bike flickers ominously. There is a second where the path ahead is clear, then out of the shadow, a figure steps out onto the road ahead. He barely catches a glimpse of the figures face, but it is enough to make him yelp and swerve to the side, crashing down the leaf strewn embankment. Will tumbles from his bike, but barely pauses as he scrambles to his feet, his mind racing with the image he had just seen; that figure, it wasn’t human, he tells himself as he sprints through the maze of trees in the direction of his house as fast as he can, abandoning his bike in the leaf’s on the side of the road.
A crackle of thunder sounds overhead as his house comes into view, a thick fog clinging to the ground around the little house. Panting, Will races across the driveway to the front door, shoves his key into the lock, opens it, and then throws himself inside, slamming the door shut behind him. “MOM!” he yells, his heart still pounding in his chest, fear pulsing through his veins. “JONATHAN!?” he yells, begging for an answer in the solemn silence that hangs in the air. He calls again, hurrying to the window, praying for someone to answer his cries; but when they don’t come, he presses his face against the window and watches the forest. The fog has thickened, and for a moment, everything seems safe.
Then a shadow moves towards the house.
Will backs away from the window, stumbling backwards towards the back door. The family dog wakes, growling at the sense of danger which has now washed over the house and the growl causes Will to jump, grimacing as his gaze glances from the dog, to the window, waiting for the figure to appear there. He holds his breath, stepping backwards as far away from the window. He can feel the tension, clawing at his skin, grasping around his throat in waiting for something to happen; the young boy swallows as another moment passes, the window remaining empty.
The clatter of the tumblr in the front door caused Will to turn suddenly, a frightened gasp passing through his lips, his eyes widening as a shadow appeared in the frosted glass of the window in the door. The handle rattled violently as whoever, or whatever, on the other side of the door twisted and pushed against it. There was a sharp bang, another failed attempt at opening the door, the dog barked, and Will found himself turning, running to the back door and out into the backyard. The fog swirled around him as he ran into the shed, a golden glow cast across the ground from the back light porch, making his shadow stretch before him as his feet pounded against the grass.
Flinging open the door of the shed, he stumbled inside and began searching for something to defend himself. He knew it was following him, but he also knew that his father's old hunting gun was in here somewhere, filled to the brim with clay pellets and as he threw open drawers and boxes in search for the weapon, he tried to recall the last time he was taken to shoot cans along the boundary fence. Finally, his hands wrap around the handle of the gun and he draws it upwards, holding it in front of him, pointing it at the door and he waits for the thing to appear, but Will is ready as he clicks the safety off and aims as steadily as his shaking body will let him.
He freezes as there is a shatter of glass and his heart seems to stop as he hears feet padding on the ground behind him. He holds his breath, lowering the gun slightly as he turns to see what stands behind him; he cranes his neck as his dark brown eyes widen in horror. There is a moment of silence, which lingers as the light in the shed suddenly, as if by magic, switches off, plunging Will’s world into darkness, and so he vanishes with the monster, leaving a cold, shadowy mist behind him.
Somewhere in the Capitol, there is a moment of stillness. Time hesitates and things seem, almost calm. It is as if the world is breathing, waiting on edge in anticipation as to what happens next, like it is watching an old time western, waiting to see who pulls the trigger off in the imminent stand off between the good cowboy and bad cowboy as a tumbleweed rolls across the set, kicking up dust as it ignores the moment around it. The world waits impatiently for the trigger to be pulled, barely containing itself as the music plateaus into silence.
Bang.
A door slams open violently and the world screams as the tension is cut and the sirens blare louder than they had been before, numbed by the silence cause by the anticipation. A man- his name does not matter- in a white lab coat runs as fast as he can down the hall. His breathing is laboured, his pulse matching that of the flickering lights which cast a periodic blueish glow on the hallway. The man skids, his shoes squeaking against the linoleum floor, as he round the corner, glancing over his shoulder for the briefest of moments before he returns his gaze ahead of him.
He sprints down the last leg towards the elevator, slamming into the wall as he fails to come to a stop. This is what tributes must feel like, he thinks to himself for a moment as he desperately attempts to call the elevator, hammering on the button as many times as he can before he realizes the persistent pushing will not call the elevator fast. He turns, looking down the hallway he just came, his heart pounds against his chest, his breath held in anticipation to see it following him. How could I have been so stupid? He thought to himself as he watched the hallway flicker- seemingly- in and out of existence, waiting for something to round the corner and find him.
The ding of the elevator made him jump, but he didn’t turn from the hallway before him, keeping his gaze fixated on the shadow of his route. The man in the white lab coat stepped backwards, his whole body trembling as the adrenaline coursed through him, into the elevator behind him; seemingly out of the woods, he leant forward and pressed the first floor button. His gaze briefly darted back to the hallway as the metal doors of the elevator began to slowly shut, a sigh of relief escaping his lips a bit too soon. Just as the door is about to close, he hears a pair of feet hit the elevator floor behind him. He turns slowly, his body tensing, then suddenly his lab coat isn’t white anymore.
Meanwhile, across town, four best friends- Will, Mike, Dustin and Lucas- gather in the low lit basement of one of their houses, playing a campaign of Arena’s & Muttations. Tension is found here too, as three of the four boys wait for the Gamemaker to reveal the monster they believe, they’ve come across, eyes hesitantly falling on Mike in anticipation; Dustin argued it would be the flemeth, Lucas argued it wouldn’t, but regardless of what they believed when Mike sets the Flemeth game piece down on the board in front of him, there is a resounding groan.
Mike grins triumphantly as he watches the other boys squirm in their seats, arguing amongst themselves as he pushes them further into a blind panic by teasing them, telling them that the Flemeth is getting closer and closer to their characters. Lucas and Dustin turn to Will, the smallest of the three, but by far the most
“Make the roll Will!” Lucas exclaimed. Will, panicked, throws the dice onto the table. There is a moment of elation but it is quickly lost when they all realize one of the dice is missing and they’re all sent into a blind panic, running about the room in search of the missing dice as Mike’s mother tells them to wrap it up from the top of the stairs. The search for the dice is abandoned, Will, Dustin and Lucas grab their coats and they trudge their way upstairs, saddened to have to cut short a 10 hour session. They say their goodbyes, getting onto their pushbikes and heading off into the night; but before Will leaves, he turns to Mike and tells him something.
“It was a 7”
Then he pushes off, without a word of explanation as to why he told Mike of the missing dices roll identity, and heads off home. The road is smooth against the base of his wheel as he speeds past Dustin’s house on the way to his. Unlike the other boys, who live in the heart of suburbia, Will lives on the edge of the forest that lies in the east of the Capitol and as his bike swerves down Mirkwood road, the street lights fade away and his journey becomes bump, the gravel road very apparent beneath the wheels of his bicycle. The route ahead of him is barely lit, the clouds shadow the moon, casting the world in a hollow blueish glow, so the young boy can only see a few meters in front of him, where the light on his bike shines brightly against the twilight, while darkness flanks his sides.
A stillness falls on the world for a moment, as distant storm clouds grumble over head and the front torch of Will's bike flickers ominously. There is a second where the path ahead is clear, then out of the shadow, a figure steps out onto the road ahead. He barely catches a glimpse of the figures face, but it is enough to make him yelp and swerve to the side, crashing down the leaf strewn embankment. Will tumbles from his bike, but barely pauses as he scrambles to his feet, his mind racing with the image he had just seen; that figure, it wasn’t human, he tells himself as he sprints through the maze of trees in the direction of his house as fast as he can, abandoning his bike in the leaf’s on the side of the road.
A crackle of thunder sounds overhead as his house comes into view, a thick fog clinging to the ground around the little house. Panting, Will races across the driveway to the front door, shoves his key into the lock, opens it, and then throws himself inside, slamming the door shut behind him. “MOM!” he yells, his heart still pounding in his chest, fear pulsing through his veins. “JONATHAN!?” he yells, begging for an answer in the solemn silence that hangs in the air. He calls again, hurrying to the window, praying for someone to answer his cries; but when they don’t come, he presses his face against the window and watches the forest. The fog has thickened, and for a moment, everything seems safe.
Then a shadow moves towards the house.
Will backs away from the window, stumbling backwards towards the back door. The family dog wakes, growling at the sense of danger which has now washed over the house and the growl causes Will to jump, grimacing as his gaze glances from the dog, to the window, waiting for the figure to appear there. He holds his breath, stepping backwards as far away from the window. He can feel the tension, clawing at his skin, grasping around his throat in waiting for something to happen; the young boy swallows as another moment passes, the window remaining empty.
The clatter of the tumblr in the front door caused Will to turn suddenly, a frightened gasp passing through his lips, his eyes widening as a shadow appeared in the frosted glass of the window in the door. The handle rattled violently as whoever, or whatever, on the other side of the door twisted and pushed against it. There was a sharp bang, another failed attempt at opening the door, the dog barked, and Will found himself turning, running to the back door and out into the backyard. The fog swirled around him as he ran into the shed, a golden glow cast across the ground from the back light porch, making his shadow stretch before him as his feet pounded against the grass.
Flinging open the door of the shed, he stumbled inside and began searching for something to defend himself. He knew it was following him, but he also knew that his father's old hunting gun was in here somewhere, filled to the brim with clay pellets and as he threw open drawers and boxes in search for the weapon, he tried to recall the last time he was taken to shoot cans along the boundary fence. Finally, his hands wrap around the handle of the gun and he draws it upwards, holding it in front of him, pointing it at the door and he waits for the thing to appear, but Will is ready as he clicks the safety off and aims as steadily as his shaking body will let him.
He freezes as there is a shatter of glass and his heart seems to stop as he hears feet padding on the ground behind him. He holds his breath, lowering the gun slightly as he turns to see what stands behind him; he cranes his neck as his dark brown eyes widen in horror. There is a moment of silence, which lingers as the light in the shed suddenly, as if by magic, switches off, plunging Will’s world into darkness, and so he vanishes with the monster, leaving a cold, shadowy mist behind him.
The Heros
Eleven
14 years old - Millie Bobby Brown - Open
The same night where the monster escaped the facility, Eleven somehow managed to make a break for it. A fugative, Eleven was experimented on by the Capitol due to her well above average, almost genius IQ; they hoped to turn her into a spy, attempting to unlock telepahtic abilities, that had once been used during an ancient war, to spy on their enemies without the need of the spy being present. Abused if she failed to coperate, Eleven is fearful of everything around her, raised in isolation at the facility, she barely talks and doesn't understand social interactions, using few words to communicate and seemingly has a temper when under threat; she has been trained to defend herself as part of the experiments at the facility. She is dangerous, but she might be the only person who knows where Will is; but with the Capitol hunting her down, she is desperate to keep her friends safe.
Mike Wheeler
14 years old - Finn Wolfhard - Reserved for Ali
Mike is the leader of the group and best friend of Will Byers. He is a nerd, loving to play A&M with his friends and attending the science club after school; this makes him a target for bullies but this does not stop Mike from being optimistic. He is brave, eager to do anything and everything to find and save his best friend, even if it does mean breaking some rules. He is the one who offers shelter to Eleven when he, Lucas and Dustin find her in the forest and he may or may not develop a crush on the seemingly strange girl but this crush begins to cause rifts in his friendship with Lucas.
Joyce Byers
45 years old - Wiona Ryder - Open
Joyce, a single mother working a dead end job in retail in the Capitol, is the mother of Johnathan and Will Byers. When her youngest son goes missing, Joyce is sent into a whirlwind of emotion, distraught with worry over her missing son. Completely on edge, she is driven into madness and believes the flickering lights of her home, the music playing suddenly out of the blue from the cassette player and other stranger things are all Will trying to contact her from wherever he may be. People see her as mentally unhinged but don't underestimate Joyce, because she will go to any extent to find her missing son.
Peacekeeper Jim Hopper
38 years old - David Harbour - Open
When Will Byers goes missing, Jim Hopper is the first person Jill goes to. A dead-beat Peacekeeper suffering from drinking problems and PTSD from losing his daughter over 5 years ago (shortly before he applied to the peacekeeping programme), Jim doesn't have much hope in finding the missing boy and is adament they'll either find him dead. But when things begin to take a strange turn, Jim gets roped into an investigation he may never get out of alive, but he soon become determined to find Will Byers.
Lucas Sinclair
14 years old - Caleb McLaughlin - Open
Lucas is part of Will Byers friendship group, and like Mike, is a complete and utter nerd. He enjoys playing A&M and science like his friends, but isn't exactly the brightest of the bunch sometimes. Stubborn and quick to judge, Will going missing makes things tense between him and the others, especially when Eleven- whom he does not trust- joins the picture. Lucas is closet to Mike but when things go south to strange town, the two begin to drift apart and Lucas seemingly becomes more agitated.
Dustin Henderson
14 years old - Gaten Matarazzo - Open
Suffering from cleidocranial dysplasia, which stopped some of his permanant teeth coming through, Dustin is constantly bullied for his permanant lisp. However, this does not bring down his spirit. A lover of food, this bubbly kid is friends with Mike, Lucas and Will, and is also a huge nerd. He is perhaps the most clever out of the group, being able to solve problems quicker than his counter parts with both his serious mind and his imagination. Unlike Lucas, Dustin becomes less cautious and more excited when Eleven joins their group, believing she has super powers.
Johnathan Byers
17 years old - Charlie Heaton - Open
Big brother to Will Byers, Johnathan was at work, pulling a few extra shifts, the night his brother went missing. A social outcast and seen as a bit of a weirdo, Johnathan feels even more scrutinised by his peers after the disapearence, but does well enough to ignore the rumours that he killed his brother. Johnathan was extremely close to his brother and while he just hopes everything is okay, with each passing day, that hope is washed away. A realist, Johnathan believes that his mother is losing her mind when she believes that Will is still alive and trying to communicate with her.
Nancy Wheeler
17 years old - Natalia Dyer1 - Open
Big sister to Mike, Nancy is a typical suburban school girl. Good grades, fashionable, seemingly a goody two shoes, Nancy is roped into this mess when her best friend- Barbara- goes missing at a party thrown by Nancy's boyfriend- Steve. She believes she is rebelling by dating bad boy Steve, without her parents permission, and seems a bit of a bitch to others but Nancy is just another teenage girl and when her best friend goes missing, she joins forces with Johnathan to find her, unknowingly stumbling across something horrendously dangerous.
Steve Harrington
17 years old - Joe Keery - Open
A fuckboy, Steve Harrington is Nancy's schools heartthrob. A bad boy, all the girls seemingly fall head over heels for him and his smirk grin. He's had a lot of girls and when he set his eyes on Nancy, he knew he wanted nothing more than her; now he's her boyfriend, he slowly begins letting down the 'nice boy' act, specially when he is around others, though he is never mean to Nancy but is manipulative. He hates Johnathan Byers and thinks the whole family is weird, his rich kid attitude shining through when he's around him.
Monster
18 years old? - Open Face - Open
The monster that lurks in the dark, Monster was an experiment, just like Eleven, except Monster went horribly wrong. Lobotomised at a young age, Monster is unable to feel empathy. Or much for that matter, other than a furious anger and hunger for blood. Human blood. Intelligent, Monster stalks his victims before kidnapping them and taking them back to the abandoned train yard where he is hiding out where he kills them, slowly, tortuiously, before eating their flesh. Nicknamed the Flemeth by the gang, the Monster is someone the Capitol fears and wants back in their custody and will kill anyone who seems to know of his existence.
The Strangers
Papa
Scientist - Leader - NPC
A 'father' figure to Eleven, Papa is a scientist in the Capitol, linked to other controversial projects run across Panem. He is ruthless, cold and collected and will stop at nothing to find Eleven and the Monster.
Men in Black
Capitol Agents - NPC
These men and woman sometimes look just like you and I, except they're not. Working for the government, it is there job to look for and hunt down Eleven and the Monster, disposing any who may have came into contact with either of them.
Barbara
Student- Nancy's BFF - NPC2
Barbara is Nancy's best friend. A fun sponge, she is all for Nancy dating Steve until she believes it is becoming 'dangerous' and leading Nancy down a wrong path. She is second to go missing, but her disapearence is covered up by the Capitol.
Will Byers
14 years old - Missing - NPC3
Will Byers, a shy, timid kid, and good friend to Mike, Lucas and Dustin goes missing one evening and no one seems to know what has happened to him, but could he still be alive?
Afterthought
Welcome to the Stranger Things plot, based on the Netflix Original Series 'Stranger Things'. While things have been changed to allow the Stranger Things story to fit site canon, the majority of the plot will follow similar lines as the show and has been approved by our wonderful team of mods, but please note it won't be a complete carbon copy. Face claims are open, as are names (as long as relatives have the same last names). Seeing the show isn't neccisary to join this plot, but it would help as the plot of the show is complex and the plot will contain spoilers for Season 1 of the show regardless.
If you are interested in joining this plot, please fill out the form below with your 1st and 2nd preferences as this is NOT a first come first served plot.
Footnotes-
1- please message me regarding this face claim
2- Can be applied for if you want- plot will be changed from the show if picked up.
3- Will is not currently avaliable but will be at a later date, once the plot starts moving.
If you are interested in joining this plot, please fill out the form below with your 1st and 2nd preferences as this is NOT a first come first served plot.
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