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@murderpuzzle

Lucas drops the bag of skittles with a huff, throwing the bag back down into the display while his Momma isn’t lookin’. “I ain’t even touched em’ yet!” The man grumbles, his hands quickly stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie. She don’t get him shit no more. He knows it’s probably because the old man keeps tellin’ her not to spoil him…. that he needs to move the fuck out and get a damn job or whatever the hell else the old bastard says. Fuck him.

“Momma, we don’t have any at home. We ran out a while ago! We can’t just get one bag?” It would feel real damn nice to aim a nice kick at the nearest display box but he’s holdin’ it in. If Zoe asked for some goddamned candy, she’d buy it for her.

She stares him down as he goes through his theatrics, lips pursed in irritation. She isn't quick to anger, but it's easy to see when he's getting on her last nerve. She'd be angrier if it wasn't for the fact that she knows this is her own fault.

"Lucas, I said no!"

She should've stopped buying him bullshit years ago and encouraged him to get a job. It's just always been so easy to be soft on him. Lord knows he's always gotten enough discipline from his father. He's not lacking in guidance.

Besides… She knows better than to take Lucas to the grocery store with her. He gets bored without his little gadgets. She just thought it would be good for him to get out of the house for once, (and get out of Zoe's hair.) Maybe she's being too harsh.

"Go grab something else. No candy. Get those chips you like so much."

#murderpuzzle

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Her knuckles go white, fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of the front door. She doesn't slam the door in his face, not yet, but the temptation claws at her. She always tries to be polite, usually succeeds, but her head is throbbing and her patience is wearing thin. Fuck, she wishes Jack were home to deal with this asshole.

The headaches have been more frequent lately. There's a buzzing in her ears, like static- No, like insects. She has enough on her plate without strangers trying to invite themselves into her home.

There's something off putting about him. She can tell he isn't local, but he knows too much to be a tourist, she can tell. Undercover cop maybe, or worse. She's not sure what worse might entail, but she has a child in the house to think about.

“Now, you listen here, mister. You’re not setting one foot inside this house until you tell me what all this is about!”

#blitzkriegers

[i have feelings about this]

#[anyway. working on starter call things]

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Dwight didn’t appreciate waking up in a swampy land. At first, he thought he was in the Hag’s realm. But then someone came up from behind and knocked him out. Dwight faded in and out of conscious and only remembered he was being taken away by somebody. That brings him here, trapped at the dinner trap with this scary women and her ugly looking meal.

Dwight gulped nervously and looked down at his plate. He hoped she wasn’t actually expecting him to eat that. He looked up at her and shook his head.

“Oh no thank you….I’m…..vegetarian.” Dwight lied.

@bakermatriarch

She nearly rolls her eyes at his excuse, though it does catch her off guard just enough to calm her down. It’s less offensive than the truth, at least. It isn’t a problem with her or her cooking; it’s a problem with Dwight. It doesn’t particularly surprise her, though. He looks like the type.

“A growing boy like you needs protein. Can’t survive on nothing but rabbit food.” She stares him down as she speaks, though she doesn’t yet make another move to force the food towards him. Maybe he can be reasoned with.

#nervousleaderr #[shes like 'i am going to ask you nicely one last time and then youre grounded']

[i don’t have a playlist for marguerite yet so im like. i cant write, idk what the vibe is]

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essenceofdefense-moved

— If at FIRST you don’t succeed, reload and TRY again. —

An indie/selective RESIDENT EVIL multimuse blog.

by Bre.

anxietyproblem

alicemarion

@getpeacocked

[that promo got a ton of attention, hi

don’t be afraid to hit me up for plotting! my discord is also available on request]

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"You wanna be part of this family, you gotta eat like family."

Indie and Selective Marguerite Baker of Resident Evil 7: Biohazard

#resident evil rp #horror rp #video game rp #[ok ok heres a real promo]#[yall may perceive me]

“Will someone please just explain what the hell is up with this place?”

"Nothing worth making such a goddamn fuss over!" She pushes his dinner plate just a little bit closer to him, teetering dangerously close to the edge of the table. The dish, rotting human entrails squirming with maggots, is bound to end up on his lap soon if he continues to ignore it. But, maybe that's better than eating it as he's been so patiently instructed to do. She's sick of his questions. He'll understand it all if he just eats.

#nervousleaderr

“ this town’s got to have some good ghost stories, right? ”

"You sure do ask a lot of questions, young lady." She remarks with a smile. She fits right in with the Baker kids, too smart for their own good. Or, at least she would, if either of them were at the dinner table with her.

Lucas has an excuse, outside with the girl's father. Despite Marguerite's insistence that they could take a look at Paul's broken down car after dinner, he just couldn't resist getting his hands dirty as quickly as possible. He'd argued that it would be dark after dinner, but, in her opinion, it would be too late for them to go anywhere by the time they were finished with it, anyway. Best to let them stay the night and fix things up in the morning.

Knife slices through meatloaf, only to be plopped unceremoniously onto Alice's plate. "You're better off asking Zoe. She's the one with the stories."

#alicemarion #[adopts Alice on every blog ive ever run]

[Marguerite is the only member of the Baker family who knows about Lucas killing his classmate as a child. I think Oliver died fairly quickly; if it occured in the hotter months of the year, being locked in an attic for an indefinite amount of time is comparable to being locked in a car. It seems implied that he was locked in the attic for multiple days, but I don't see it being more than two, really. I'd even go so far as to say that it was less than a day and Lucas locking the attic after that was to keep Zoe from finding the body, not the living child. (Timeline things are foggy- anyway.)

The screaming stopped after the first few hours; the rest of the family was out when it first happened. It wasn't until the smell started that anyone was suspicious. Marguerite was always the involved parent, the one to peek into Lucas's room and remind him that dinner was ready. With the attic right over his room, it couldn't be smelled with his door shut at first. She told him to clean his nasty room when she first noticed it, but the next day the smell only got worse.

She rationalized that a raccoon had crawled into the attic and died. An argument ensued, of her insisting that she needed to check the attic and that he'd better unlock it, and Lucas begging her not to. By the time she found Oliver, it was too late for him. But, it wasn't too late for her son.

At the time, I don't think she could bring herself to consider that the murder had been intentional. Lucas had always been troubled, but he was a good kid. He'd only been trying to scare the boy, he had no concept of how dangerous his actions were. It had been an accident, and she couldn't bear for Lucas's life to be ruined over a childish prank gone wrong.

Marguerite got rid of the body. She never told Jack.]

#[lucas still got his ass beat tho]#[whenever marguerite is stressed jack assumes it because of lucas being a little asshole]#headcanons;