( it was bound to happen, you know? shit going down. shit going straight ugly. they've made it weeks with relative silence, sunshine, and salt in the air. and not to be negative, but Steve did sort of figure it was just gonna go south sooner or later. he isn't ecstatic to be so entirely right about things, because when it comes down to it murder dogs running the streets isn't great.
it's a relief to get past the facade of quiet, though. at least this he knows, as insane as it is.
they should have made rules. what they'd do if things went tits up. where they'd meet. smart stuff like that. keeping tabs on each other just isn't enough when things go really, really bad. Steve has already tried to catch up with Eddie at the place he's taken over, to no avail. he's a little mad, like, if things are bad, stay in one place! it's common goddamn sense, Munson! but, you know, fine. he wasn't going to give up until he finds the guy, Dustin wouldn't forgive him for letting something happen to Eddie at an evil abandoned beach.
luckily Eddie has a favorite phrase, when he's this close to hysterical. and Jesus H. Christ carries, especially in this empty goddamn ghost town.
Steve tries the door. it's locked. that's reasonable. Steve tries it again, more angrily this time, and then pounds on the door with open palms. ) What the fuck, Munson! Open the goddamn door! ( said as loudly as a feverish whisper can be, because remember, there's evil goddamn dogs out here. it's just... okay, he's ... Steve is madder than he thought, about Eddie not staying in a place he'd be easily found if the world was flip on its head. that's as close to a hello as Eddie is gonna get. why are is he in this random ass house??? ) Open this damn door, I know you're in there!
into the fog
it's a relief to get past the facade of quiet, though. at least this he knows, as insane as it is.
they should have made rules. what they'd do if things went tits up. where they'd meet. smart stuff like that. keeping tabs on each other just isn't enough when things go really, really bad. Steve has already tried to catch up with Eddie at the place he's taken over, to no avail. he's a little mad, like, if things are bad, stay in one place! it's common goddamn sense, Munson! but, you know, fine. he wasn't going to give up until he finds the guy, Dustin wouldn't forgive him for letting something happen to Eddie at an evil abandoned beach.
luckily Eddie has a favorite phrase, when he's this close to hysterical. and Jesus H. Christ carries, especially in this empty goddamn ghost town.
Steve tries the door. it's locked. that's reasonable. Steve tries it again, more angrily this time, and then pounds on the door with open palms. ) What the fuck, Munson! Open the goddamn door! ( said as loudly as a feverish whisper can be, because remember, there's evil goddamn dogs out here. it's just... okay, he's ... Steve is madder than he thought, about Eddie not staying in a place he'd be easily found if the world was flip on its head. that's as close to a hello as Eddie is gonna get. why are is he in this random ass house??? ) Open this damn door, I know you're in there!