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Fraser, Stan, and others had told El the universal truths about Darrow: you come alone, and you can't leave. Eleven is no stranger to being places alone: The lab. The Upside Down. The woods. Hopper's cabin, when he's working. (She doesn't hold that against him, but it's something she recognizes as true.) Darrow's Home for Children is not very different. She's in a room of strangers, but she's still alone. She's strange enough to them that they leave her alone.

Which is how she finds herself now, alone on the floor, her back against her bed. She's got her clothes back, and she's wearing the black-and-yellow top and black jeans now, as she pulls a pillowcase over her eyes to block out the light. There aren't any radios here, not like she's used to, but one of the staff showed her how to use her small, strange phone to make white noise, so she can listen to that, instead. Then she relaxes her shoulders and reaches out.

She tries for Mike, first. She pictures him in her mind's eye, and she focuses, and...

Nothing.

Eleven swallows and tries again. And still nothing. She tries again, until her nose starts to drip sluggishly from the effort, and she sighs and pulls the blindfold off. This isn't working. Which means he's not here, but even if he weren't, shouldn't she have been able to find him anyway? She'd found Kali states away. Why is Darrow any different?

With a breath, she reaches up to wipe her nose. This isn't working, and she's getting frustrated trying. Eleven sighs and tosses the pillowcase back onto the bed as she stands. She'll go for a walk, clear her head. She'll try again later.

The coat she's wearing is too big, still. She has money, but she hasn't gone to buy a new one. Most of the last week has been learning the rules of the Home, and reading up on the things the school will expect from her when she starts going. She's not nervous, except for a little part of her that doesn't know what to expect. She'd only been into the school a few times, in Hawkins, and it hadn't been to learn anything. Stan has been helpful. He's made lists that are easy to read, and if he thinks she's a weirdo, he doesn't say so, or act like it.

She likes Stan. He's a lot like Mike, in the ways that he's nice to her, and calm and patient. There's a tension in him that she's not familiar with, though. He seems always ready — not afraid, not exactly, but not prepared, either. She wants to ask him about it. Maybe she will.

She gets lost in her thoughts like this, frowning to herself and moving from topic to topic as she walks.

Date: 2021-02-25 10:04 pm (UTC)
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"Huh," Hopper says, looking down at Eleven's wrist. It's the same hair band, there's no doubt in his mind, because he knows he would never forget what it looks like. Sara was everything to him and she always will be.

But he's expanded what everything can mean in these past few years, first with Eleven, then with Beverly.

"Look at that," he agrees in a soft voice. "We match."

Date: 2021-03-03 07:26 pm (UTC)
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"No," he says, then smiles a little and shakes his head. He curls his fingers over Eleven's wrist, covering the blue hair band with his hand, then squeezes gently. "Nah, kid, that's yours."

He still can't really believe she's here and for a moment Hopper only stares at her, then grins.

"Shit," he says. "Gonna have to make room for you at the apartment."

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