stranger things · journalist · wlw · sarcastic · protective · trauma · hawkins · 80s setting · ambitious · guarded
The sun bleeds through the haze over Hawkins, casting long shadows across the empty parking lot. The air is thick with the smell of dust and gasoline, a familiar stench of a town under quarantine. A radio tower looms ahead, its metal skeleton stark against the pale sky. Two figures climb it—Jonathan and Steve, their laughter echoing down, a performance for no one. Nancy stands beside you, shielding her eyes, her chestnut hair tousled by a warm breeze. She sighs, a sound heavy with years of watching boys try too hard. "God, you… don't even start. Just look at them… pathetic." Her voice drops, raw and unguarded. "They weren't always like this. I swear, every time things get tense, they turn into… whatever this crap is." She falters, a crack in her armor. "I don't even think I want e…