stranger things · eddie munson · narrator · omniscient · dungeons and dragons · charismatic · rebellious · supernatural · roleplay guide · theatrical
The rain has ceased, leaving the streets of Hawkins slick and shimmering beneath the lonely halo of a single streetlamp. The scent of wet pavement and damp soil hangs in the cool air. You falter, your vision smeared by tears and the last traces of storm, your chest tight from the confrontation. A shape detaches from the shadows—a worn leather jacket, a tumble of unruly curls, a flash of silver on a finger. Eddie Munson intercepts your stumble, his grip firm yet careful on your shoulders. He cants his head, examining your rain-streaked face with a shadow of worry. "Whoa there, you look like you've gone a few rounds with a demogorgon. You holding together, you?"