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We've became an Ask killer Laurie blog!
Laurie has been grabbed by the fog and is now within the camp. Yet this Laurie is in the killer camp, using small size and the the way people mistake her for a survivor to her advantage.
She is calm for now. She'll interact with killer or survivor and all others of different fandoms without biting [for now]
Send in your ask. She awaits in the fog.
Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you even if you haven’t reblogged a meme because I just want to RP with you
He knows this is not Michael, smells similar to him and has a similar mask yes but not him. The god gives Laurie a few sniffs before giving her masked cheek a lick, somewhat curious.
Laurie was stunned for a few minutes... was she.. just.. licked??? First of all, what the hell just licked her? Second of all, who just licked her? And finally, why did it lick her?
She looked at him and tilted her head. Unsure on to stab them or not
I've been having a tough time lately, and when I don't have the energy for everything keeping up with social media is one of the first things I slip on. But I still care about all my writing buddies, so:
Reblog if you're not offended when people take a long time to answer asks, forget to reply to your replies, lag behind in tag games, or skip several weekly ask games.
It's halloween season, which comes with the revival of the boogeyman. Or well... in this case, the Shade. A version of Laurie who took the place of Michael.
The classic button up and jeans, the emotionless white mask. Splattered in blood. They tilt their head at Wesker.
He senses that he is not alone even before he see's them. It is a trait that is alarmingly common in this place. One he is guilty of utilizing himself at times.
There's nothing quite as striking to the heart and senses like the linger of a shadow out of the corner of ones gaze. But as he slowly turns and dares to meet the gaze of his newly acquired company, they don't appear to be trying to escape.
"What?" He says in response to the silent gesture. His tone very much laden with the hostility that always pours from him whenever another approaches him.
They stalked closer until they were in decent lighting. They were observing, watching. The hostility in his voice led her to flip the way she was holding her knife. The way they would hold it if she was after a victim.
It was 3 or 4 minutes before they finally spoke up. "I was told this was yours." they just put away the knife and picked up a cat that had been following them. A tag that said 'Captain whiskers', a blonde tabby cat.
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Jed doesn't really remember anymore why he choose to become a vampire hunter. It is... troublesome. He made all local monsters his enemy by becoming a monster hunter, mostly for vampires tho.
He learn a bit about the vampire sociaty. They are not just a bunch of creatures running around. Of cause they only get active at night. They hide among the humans and do jobs during nightshift. Some of them are part of the politics, own a company or just simply deliver pizza to partys. It's almost as if they don't really want to cause trouble. But you know, they feed on the humans. There must be some dirty buissnes. He will find it and destroy it.
Laurie never stayed in one place. There had been multiple hunters after her. It always cost them their life. She was exactly what people called her. A monster. A killer. The devil in disguise.
Laurie would isolate her victims before she striked, but there had been several times she killed small groups at once. Always at night as expected. If it weren't for the bite marks on her victims, many would question if it was a vampire's doing.
Jed got some reports from the crimes around the town. Usely Vampires arent that obvious with there murders but the reports show diffrently this time. What a mess. Such a slaughter. There must be done something befor the rest of the world catch up that monsters exist.
GOD DAMN why does a murder hobo run around.
"Sir. We need help for this one. I don't believe I am cable of dealing with this alone. I am usely doing little request and not run after a murder maschine." Jed got a group of 5 men after a few dissgussuins with the higher ups.
They try to not look obvious and go out on the street to gater informations if possible.
The main thing that would come up is that they saw someone wearing a white mask and a mental institution a few towns away had someone by the name of 'Cynthia Myers' break out.
The last sighting was near the old Myers house. No one wanted to live in that house after the massacre that happened in there.
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Excella knew what was expected of her. She was taught how to abide the rules of this new place. But was she one to listen to someone else’s rules? No, she wasn’t. There was one person whom she listened to without questioning. But not anymore. She was that way before and but now she isn’t. Now, she listens to her own rules. Her own views. She won’t just blindly listen to anyone or anything.
She walked through the woods unafraid and with her head held high. She roamed around, looking at the differing flora with a slight interest. She didn’t care for botany, it was only interesting sometimes to her. The moon rays light up her short dress and necklace with a beautiful simmer. Her bun was still held up tightly and in place upon her head. She stops for a moment. She looks around, thinking she heard something. Knowing she heard something. Slight? Ever slight panic fills her chest as she places a single hand over it.
Was something actually there or was it just here imagination? She takes a few takes back, planting her back into a tree. Surely know one was there? It was nighttime after all. Who else would be out here?
Laurie had been following Excella for a while. She her footsteps quiter then a mouse. The dress and the shiny jewelery catching the shades eye. She had stepped on a twig making it snap
Soon enough, as soon as Excella leaned against the tree, Laurie grabbed Excella by the throat, forcing the woman to look Laurie in the 'eyes'. With just the right amount of moonlight, they could see one of them. A green eye that looked as if it should have belonged to the dead. It was lifeless.
In Laurie's other hand was the bloodied and rusted kitchen knife. She held her there, as if she was poundering what to do with her.
A scream was let loose from the British-Italian woman. Fear gripped her heart, eyes wide with terror. For someone who was brave moments ago; she wasn’t anymore. She was frightened. She was afraid of the woman holding here against the rough tree. Her breathing seemed to be restricted by the harsh around her delicate throat.
She felt her dress rip slightly down at the bottom. The tree must have done it. Her dress wasn’t made out of the strong material despite it being extremely expensive.. but that didn’t matter now. Terror was still all over her facial features. She didn’t dare to move a muscle, she stayed as still as possible. She did speak out but her voice showed irritation but she didn’t fight back enough though she wanted to try. He wanted to try to fight but she knew that wasn’t her strong suit. Even if she tried to scratch her with her long nails.. it wouldn’t stop this killer. She never even seen her before. But they’ve never seen her either.
“What.. what do you want with me? I’m terribly sorry if I trespassed onto your land… I’ll leave immediately.. please don’t hurt me..”
She took her knife and slipped it under the necklace to examine it. It was what caught their attention in the first place. Shiny jewelery and strong perfume.
They pulled their knife away for a moment, just silently staring. Then they were going to stab Excella, but it seems the entity kept them from doing so because their hand stayed in the air until they dropped her knife. They simply let out a low growl.
"Your presence is loud. Too loud."
Fog clears, revealing the Lampkin Lane area. Most never saw this area unless it was for a match. But the area was not prepped for a match. There was not a generator or a hook in sight.
On the myer house porch, Laurie was there carving away at a pumpkin. She may be a murderer, a monster, whatever you wanted to call her. But even a murderer has its enjoyments.
Jake couldn't even figure out why he was in the Myers home. The fog had just moved over him and dropped him off even if there wasn't any trial, quickly moving he opened the front door and almost screamed he wasn't expecting to see Laurie there let alone looking like she was. This definitely wasn't the blonde he knew. No, this one made the hair on the back of his neck stand up just like the shape. Deciding to move back he hesitantly moved back.
"Laurie, what's going on, and why are you here? More importantly, why the hell am I here? I'm not in a trial. I was supposed to have one latter on."
Hearing the voice, she pulled the knife from the pumpkin. She turned around. A survivor? Here? But this is not a match. Theres no hooks or generators. She tilted her head as she stared at him.
The white emotionless mask. Blood splatters. Bloodied and rusted knife. Was this the shape or Laurie?
"Who are you?" The voice was broken and raspy. But oddly clear all at the same time.
Gulping Jake felt his blood go cold, this wasn't just one of the new killers no this was practically two people in one.
How could the sweet, innocent Lauri he knew become the same monster that hunted her for years the same one that seemed to have it out for him as well.
"My name is Jake Park, I'm one of your friends." Coming a bit closer to her the long haired man simply decided to sit down next to her a sign of trust even if everything screamed to run.
"May I ask what you're doing hear alone? I know you don't really like company but I wouldn't think you would want to be here of all places."
She watched him closely. She turned her head to the jack-o-lantern being lit. Work of the entity. She stabbed her knife in between the eyes of the jack-o-lantern. Using it as a sign, she won't be violent. For now.
"Others weren't enthusiastic about me joining them. Got bloody quick. Entity shoved me here. Safety. Not mine. But safety."
"I do not remember you. You must be mistaking me for someone else."
Laurie stared at him. She couldn't remember too much. If she tried to force it, it just hurt her head. She already had a headache from screams.
Maybe he was confusing her for someone else, considering it seemed as if two people were in one. And the way she spoke it was as if she had never really spoken to before.
Shuddering at the sight of the poor pumpkin that seemed to be the object of their stabbing desires for now, jake was only thankful that the knife didn't end up in his ribcage. Even if it did, he would probably claim that knife for his own.
"It got bloody quick?" Jake couldn't remember blood around the campfire. Perhaps it was a memory erased or just locked away due to trauma.
Huffing he scratched the back of his head his long hair falling to frame his face
"Well, maybe I might not know you, but maybe it's a different version of you? I'm sure that we're not the only ones. I mean, it is the entity keeping us here."
"Seems to be the case. Many say they know me... maybe you can tell me since you seem to know too. Who is it around here that I remind you of. Perhaps I knew them at one point"
"Since I'm just a decoration for the entity to take out when it pleases. I don't remember too much. It seems it takes memory of me as well."
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Fog clears, revealing the Lampkin Lane area. Most never saw this area unless it was for a match. But the area was not prepped for a match. There was not a generator or a hook in sight.
On the myer house porch, Laurie was there carving away at a pumpkin. She may be a murderer, a monster, whatever you wanted to call her. But even a murderer has its enjoyments.
Jake couldn't even figure out why he was in the Myers home. The fog had just moved over him and dropped him off even if there wasn't any trial, quickly moving he opened the front door and almost screamed he wasn't expecting to see Laurie there let alone looking like she was. This definitely wasn't the blonde he knew. No, this one made the hair on the back of his neck stand up just like the shape. Deciding to move back he hesitantly moved back.
"Laurie, what's going on, and why are you here? More importantly, why the hell am I here? I'm not in a trial. I was supposed to have one latter on."
Hearing the voice, she pulled the knife from the pumpkin. She turned around. A survivor? Here? But this is not a match. Theres no hooks or generators. She tilted her head as she stared at him.
The white emotionless mask. Blood splatters. Bloodied and rusted knife. Was this the shape or Laurie?
"Who are you?" The voice was broken and raspy. But oddly clear all at the same time.
Gulping Jake felt his blood go cold, this wasn't just one of the new killers no this was practically two people in one.
How could the sweet, innocent Lauri he knew become the same monster that hunted her for years the same one that seemed to have it out for him as well.
"My name is Jake Park, I'm one of your friends." Coming a bit closer to her the long haired man simply decided to sit down next to her a sign of trust even if everything screamed to run.
"May I ask what you're doing hear alone? I know you don't really like company but I wouldn't think you would want to be here of all places."
She watched him closely. She turned her head to the jack-o-lantern being lit. Work of the entity. She stabbed her knife in between the eyes of the jack-o-lantern. Using it as a sign, she won't be violent. For now.
"Others weren't enthusiastic about me joining them. Got bloody quick. Entity shoved me here. Safety. Not mine. But safety."
"I do not remember you. You must be mistaking me for someone else."
Laurie stared at him. She couldn't remember too much. If she tried to force it, it just hurt her head. She already had a headache from screams.
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Jed doesn't really remember anymore why he choose to become a vampire hunter. It is... troublesome. He made all local monsters his enemy by becoming a monster hunter, mostly for vampires tho.
He learn a bit about the vampire sociaty. They are not just a bunch of creatures running around. Of cause they only get active at night. They hide among the humans and do jobs during nightshift. Some of them are part of the politics, own a company or just simply deliver pizza to partys. It's almost as if they don't really want to cause trouble. But you know, they feed on the humans. There must be some dirty buissnes. He will find it and destroy it.
Laurie never stayed in one place. There had been multiple hunters after her. It always cost them their life. She was exactly what people called her. A monster. A killer. The devil in disguise.
Laurie would isolate her victims before she striked, but there had been several times she killed small groups at once. Always at night as expected. If it weren't for the bite marks on her victims, many would question if it was a vampire's doing.
t-shirt that says 'touch starved' and on the back it says 'for violence'
Probably the best way to interact with me here is to: punch me in the face, write me a starter, send me an ask / meme , or come into my im’s with a cat video or some rad music.
Please reblog this if it is okay to send you memes a few hours after you reblogged them. So timezones/work do not lock out some people of meme fun
Fog clears, revealing the Lampkin Lane area. Most never saw this area unless it was for a match. But the area was not prepped for a match. There was not a generator or a hook in sight.
On the myer house porch, Laurie was there carving away at a pumpkin. She may be a murderer, a monster, whatever you wanted to call her. But even a murderer has its enjoyments.
Jake couldn't even figure out why he was in the Myers home. The fog had just moved over him and dropped him off even if there wasn't any trial, quickly moving he opened the front door and almost screamed he wasn't expecting to see Laurie there let alone looking like she was. This definitely wasn't the blonde he knew. No, this one made the hair on the back of his neck stand up just like the shape. Deciding to move back he hesitantly moved back.
"Laurie, what's going on, and why are you here? More importantly, why the hell am I here? I'm not in a trial. I was supposed to have one latter on."
Hearing the voice, she pulled the knife from the pumpkin. She turned around. A survivor? Here? But this is not a match. Theres no hooks or generators. She tilted her head as she stared at him.
The white emotionless mask. Blood splatters. Bloodied and rusted knife. Was this the shape or Laurie?
"Who are you?" The voice was broken and raspy. But oddly clear all at the same time.
It's Halloween season. it's time for the revival of the boogeyman. Except this time instead of the boogeyman... it's the boogeymans sister?
There stood Laurie with a large knife, the emotionless white mask, and in the iconic button up and jeans. All splattered in blood.
He was perplexed by this. He was expecting the much larger Myers.. not the sister. But still, he offered a hidden smile while he watched her stand there. He also watched the blood drip steadily from her clothes. The smell of it was intense, the smell of iron, copper pennies and hemoglobin was almost a dream. He loved the way it smelled. He blinks his eyes to steady his mind… he tends to get a little “hazy” when blood is involved. He finally speaks up, his voice cracking a little, southern tones surround his words.
“Where have you been all this time? I’ve never seen you before.. are you new to The Fog?”
"Far from it," the voice was rough and raspy. "The entity tends to only like to let me in the camp when Halloween comes around. Apparently, to give the survivors something new.."
"I do not remember you..." *they leaned closer to observe them. Trying to remember them. The mask feels familiar but no memory of them. They tilted their head.* "but you are not new, I sense the blood you have spilled."
“Oh I see. Damn that’s no fun.. how do the survivors do up against you? It probably would trick them up honestly, or at least I’d think so.” He watches her lean forward, analyzing him. He doesn’t mind this at all.
“Yeah… I’ve been here for awhile now.. like four years? I dunno for sure, time here seems to blend together. But I don’t remember seeing you last year..” He narrows his eyes trying to focus on the past. Nothing comes up, he doesn’t remember her. At all.
“Maybe.. it’s the Entity’s doing. Maybe to keep to “fresh” for the killers and survivors, we can’t remember you or vice a versa!” His eyes light up with excitement as he come up with this theory. “Could be possible.. but where do you go if you’re not here at the campfire? Where do you stay in the meantime?”
"According to them, I look like a friend until they get up close. I do not know who they mistake me for."
"Until the entity brings me out for whatever, I wander this.. forest like area. Sometimes, it leads to other areas. I remember a snow-covered area and a building falling apart. I've seen a police department covered in strange substance. And many more. Sometimes, it takes me back to Haddonfield."
"My memory fails me, but it returns slowly... by the time I remember everything properly, i'll be sent back to the neverending forest."
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Laurie hates when people under estimate her or assume she is not as capable because she is shorter than her male counterpart or because she is a woman.
I'll do two for fun.
Anyone trying to touch her mask. More specifically trying to take it off. Unless she gives permission or she takes it off herself. The mask stays on.
