Mike might’ve been a sassy kid and one that most people would find insufferable, especially around her age, but Angela had a soft spot for the kid and his sass. In fact he was one of the kids she favoured over others. At least he didn’t scream and make huge messes like her twin cousins did.
Sliding the bag of gummy bears out of her purse, she held it in plain sight. “Look, I’ll let you have the whole bag but only if you eat your vegetables. I won’t tell your mom about them. It’ll be our little secret, okay?”
❝ I’m not five, you know. That doesn’t work on me. ❞
Honestly, the offer was tempting in its own right, but he did have some standards ( not very many, and not very good ones, but I digress) and at the sound of the plastic crinkling he folds his expression into something close to displeasure. He isn’t even really sure why he needs a babysitter to begin with, but she wasn’t the worst and he wasn’t exactly complaining—-well, you know, except for this situation. This could definitely use some work.
❝ Besides, you make it sound like we’d be committing a crime—-pretty sure not eating my vegetables isn’t up there with robbing a bank. You know what is a crime? Forcing me to eat carrots. ❞
He’d just been about ready to settle into his couch, beer in one hand and pill bottle in the other, edge of his thumb already wedged beneath the lid, when he hears the sudden banging on the front door. His shoulders stiffen instinctively, pills dropped unceremoniously into the folds of the couch as he reaches for his gun instead. Jim’s sure as hell not expecting anyone in this weather –
( could be those goons from the lab, could be brenner, could be the government, could be, could, could be – )
“ What the … ? “ the actual voice that finally filters through is none of the above, the tense edge to his jaw replaced by incredulity and split - second irritation. “ Oh, for the love of … “ he drops the gun, gets up quick enough his knees protest with a salvo of deep cracks and crosses the space to his door in a couple of long strides before throwing it open ; the look on his face nothing short of a glower.
“ Mike? Have you gone completely insane?! “ he takes the boy by the shoulder and pulls him inside, out of the wind and the rain, fingers immediately divesting the kid from his sodden coat. “ I sure as hell hope your folk know you’re here, kid. “
❝ Well, I wouldn’t say they necessarily know, but that doesn’t matter. What does matter is the fact that I’m here, and I’m here for a reason. An important reason. ❞
After unceremoniously stumbling into the chief’s home, he doesn’t even bother taking in his surroundings or registering the chill that the air conditioning causes against any of his wet, exposed skin, before his mouth is running a mile a minute and
❝ You and Ms. Byers both went into the Upside Down, and you’re clearly the only people I can ask about it, considering the only other people who went in work there and there’s no way I can trust them, let alone ask them questions. Thing is, I didn’t want to go to Ms. Byers about it, because I knew she’d be less than willing to talk about it all things considered, and bringing it up around Will would be kind of shitty—-uh, excuse my language—-especially as his best friend, so… ❞
A deep breath, and he finally stops himself from word vomiting all over Hopper and the floor beneath their feet any further, instead opting to gesture to the space around him—-sure, it’s probably clear what he means regardless ( something like ‘so, here I am, in case you suddenly went blind and developed Alzheimer’s since the last time I saw you’ ), but that sort of thing has never stopped his exaggerated hand gestures and excessive monologuing at any other point.
❝ I thought maybe you could help me find some way to break through to it, without going directly to the gate, since I doubt we’d be able to get to it—-going in the Upside Down isn’t really what I mean, anyway. I just—-I need a way to communicate with whatever might be on the other side, since my last link to it got taken away. ❞
And, is the very reason I want to do this in the first place.
Rest assured that, if I have followed you, I have read your rules. If you approach me and ask for a thread, I will read your rules. Your rules are as important as mine, and I will try my best to respect them and keep them in mind, I simply ask for the same respect in return.
II.
I am twenty-one, but my muse is only thirteen, which means I am unwilling to roleplay anything remotely sexual. A special case would be that it's during the verse where he is decidely twenty-three years old, but that would be especially rare and most likely will not happen as I am almost never comfortable enough with another person to do so. Any other type of NSFW, though, is fine - I am all for the blood, guts and glory.
III.
I reserve the right to drop a thread if need be. This might be because I don't see it going anywhere, or I simply lost muse for it. This doesn't mean I won't ever roleplay with you again, and I encourage you to do tons of threads with me.
IV.
I write a lot, and I tend to go overboard quite often. This is because I prefer novella, but this doesn't mean I won't do anything else with you. but, I at least hope I get as much effort in a reply as I put out, even if it isn't an entire paragraph.
V.
Ships are fine, and I am incredibly open with them, but I will not tolerate force-shipping on my muse of any kind. This doesn't mean that your muse can't flirt with mine, even if my muse does not take it well; please, feel free to do your character justice, and if that means openly flirting, go right ahead. But, if I openly say I am not comfortable with a ship, I wish that to be the end of it. Anything to do with ships and shipping in general can be discussed privately, so we're both clear on terms and whats going to happen.
VI.
Lastly, I will not participate in any roleplays that include rape, pedophilia, or anything of the sort. I don't condone these sorts of things, and I will refuse them on the spot, with no further discussion. Push me on these things, and you will be blocked.
Set during the main plot of 'Stranger things', taking place at any time during the main canon. Mike is anything but an ordinary middle school student, and Hawkins is anything but an ordinary little town, even if they both seem so on the outside. Something sinister is dwelling in the shadows, something that's seemingly coated in the very worst of every horror story and dungeon monster, and it's blood thirsty—-thankfully, dungeon experience isn't exactly something Mike is inept in.
It's been ten years since Hawkins, Indiana experienced the frightening impossibilities of life as we know it, and Mike is finally beginning to build a life of his own on top of it all. Choosing a college and a major to match seem to be the most stressful thing readily available to him, but something tells him that's going to be the very least of his worries pretty soon.
Will's strange abilities started during the summer just before he entered kindergarten, where vivid 'hallucinations' would come to him at any moment, and the visions of events yet to come were always followed by a migraine that could bring you to your knees. It was hard to hide it from his three best friends, but then he never really wanted to to begin with—-the deal was sealed with a promise never to tell anyone else, and every episode was explained away with medical gargin and well thought-out lies. Still, even with the best, most careful cover up, he was bound to be found sooner or later. As it were, it came to be sooner rather than later, and suddenly Will was missing and they were left with no clues and an empty space at every table, in every classroom, in their lives. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what might've happened to him, and his mother's insistence on the matter made it so incredibly easy to get involved with a lopsided search and rescue. Easy to start, at least, but not to finish—-leads went nowhere and every time they thought they were getting close to finding him they only ended up disappointed, another trail gone cold and nothing to show for it. It isn't until they run into her—-it wasn't her name tattooed on her arm or the fact that her name suggested she wasn't the first or the fact that she could move things with her mind that made her special—-that possibilities began to open before them. She, too, was a well kept secret between friends that was bound to be spilled eventually, but she was hope and they vowed to protect that, to protect her, no matter the cost. They never gave up, even when it seemed the world was out to get them and everything seemed bleak and super heroes seemed so much more tragic than they ever had before—-even when Eleven disappeared, too, and their hope dwindled once again.
tldr; will has walmart brand super powers and gets taken away to hone his skills and have them be used for god knows what and eleven is an escaped angel all over again and comic book heroes lose their appeal. the boys are on the hunt to find them but luck isn't on their side and everything sucks. idk i'll try to clean this up later ya bitch is tired af
❛ There is light and beauty that no shadow can touch. ❜
STATISTICS
birth name &&. ❛ michael wheeler ❜
birth place &&. ❛ hawkins, indiana ❜
nickname(s) &&. ❛ mike, frogface ❜
age (as of today) &&. ❛ thirteen ❜
gender &&. ❛ trans male ❜
height &&. ❛ 5'5'' ❜
eye color &&. ❛ brown ❜
hair color &&. ❛ dark brown ❜
species &&. ❛ human ❜
personality &&. ❛ benevolent , patient , ambitious , loyal , resourceful , very independent , sincere , stubborn , awkward , optimistic , impulsive. ❜
sexuality &&. ❛ bisexual ❜
occupation &&. ❛ student ❜
specialty &&. ❛ fantastical views and unorthodox thinking ❜
MAIN.
FORESEEABLE FUTURE.
UNDECIDED.
MARVEL.