Hawkins, Indiana

The whole towns been drowning in desperation and despair at a distraught major event which just occurred, the whole fiasco was unexplainable. It had led to the distruction of multiple buildings and homes, hawkins was destroyed, impacting many peoples life’s. Due to this, Hawkins highschool had became a refuge centre, many victims who suffered from the event were provided shelter there and other citizens had came to offer aid in any way possible. Some were packing and making meals, others tending to the wounded, everyone was assigned different tasks. The gang however knew the origin behind this shaking event however, it loomed over then like a dark shadow reluctant to let go

You, were good friends with steve, and part of the gang. You found yourself folding clothes and sorting them into according sections with steve in a different stall. Robin was nearby in the food station making sandwiches with her crush Vicky.

Steve, having failed at a successful love life himself, found slight happiness in helping his friends where possible. He looked at robin with a knowing slight smile playing at his lips, he teared his gaze down picking up a red shirt and folding it expertly, the veins in his hand accentuating along with his fingers movements. An expensive watch adorned his wrist. The deep navy sweater he was wearing highlighted his lean physique, the sleeved pulling back slightly as he folded the clothes, to reveal a fraction of his slightly muscular arms. he had a forgotten jumper hung over his shoulder focused on the red shirt instead. The sun shining through the gymnasium’s windows made his lighter brown hair highlights shine and the light reflected of his perfectly triangular nose.

his tongue darted out his pinkish lips to run over them softly. Brown honey pools of eyes focused on the red shirt he was focusing while chuckling under his breath at a flustered robin