[ This whole experience has been...just completely overwhelming, to be honest. Completely and utterly baffling, like one long extended nightmare or a bad drug trip.
She's assuming. Chrissy never got the chance to do any drugs, after all.
But when she was offered a pair of rollerskates, when she was told that the prize would be a Walkman with cassette, she couldn't help but grin. It feels like it's been a hundred years since she got to listen to any music — since Eddie drove her to his trailer and nearly leapt out of his skin when his radio blared to life with a scream of guitar, fumbling in his efforts to turn it down so as not to startle her — and maybe she doesn't know what the cassette would be, but she knows she's going to win one.
Hawkins doesn't have a roller rink, but the next down over does, and Chrissy grew up on a cul-de-sac that was quiet enough that she could skate around and around on the street and not worry about getting run over. She circles the rink in no time at all, collects her new pastel yellow Walkman, and then starts to skate around again, just for the fun of it all. It's been so long since she's done anything for fun.
It's hard to miss both the flailing and the heavy thump of a body hitting the floor, but Chrissy can't help the double-take she does when she finally puts together just who she watched wipe the fuck out. ]
Eddie? [ She immediately skates over, flow of traffic be damned, and skids to a stop in front of him. ] Eddie, it's you! [ Two hands are immediately thrust into his line of sight, her fingers wiggling at him until he lifts his hands and takes hers so she can help pull him to his feet. ]
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She's assuming. Chrissy never got the chance to do any drugs, after all.
But when she was offered a pair of rollerskates, when she was told that the prize would be a Walkman with cassette, she couldn't help but grin. It feels like it's been a hundred years since she got to listen to any music — since Eddie drove her to his trailer and nearly leapt out of his skin when his radio blared to life with a scream of guitar, fumbling in his efforts to turn it down so as not to startle her — and maybe she doesn't know what the cassette would be, but she knows she's going to win one.
Hawkins doesn't have a roller rink, but the next down over does, and Chrissy grew up on a cul-de-sac that was quiet enough that she could skate around and around on the street and not worry about getting run over. She circles the rink in no time at all, collects her new pastel yellow Walkman, and then starts to skate around again, just for the fun of it all. It's been so long since she's done anything for fun.
It's hard to miss both the flailing and the heavy thump of a body hitting the floor, but Chrissy can't help the double-take she does when she finally puts together just who she watched wipe the fuck out. ]
Eddie? [ She immediately skates over, flow of traffic be damned, and skids to a stop in front of him. ] Eddie, it's you! [ Two hands are immediately thrust into his line of sight, her fingers wiggling at him until he lifts his hands and takes hers so she can help pull him to his feet. ]