#laurie threads

[lostcndfound]

Open RP

Basic idea: Laurie has intentionally gotten very high, with the hopes of lowering his own walls enough to have fun, and is trying to get someone to pick him up. Potential connections: YM could be someone who takes him up on that offer, someone who overhears and plays good samaritan thinking they’re helping, or someone he knows who wouldn’t expect to see this, anything works. Men only if going the shippy route.

A rare, lazy, smile edged across Laurie’s face when he leaned heavy against the bar. As the haze peeled back its selective focus, he turned what was, hopefully, a nice smile at the man next to him.

“Are you someone who needs to be woo-d or can I be bold and simply ask if you want to take me home?” Every ridge and whirl of the wooden bar scraped against weighted fingers, drawn down and down unless something stopped them, trailing absently across the counter as he spoke. “I’m hassle free and come with a guarantee of a good night.”

[lostcfterdark]

Open RP

Basic Plot: Someone (possibly YM) has attempted to hit on Laurie. If they're YM they could then decide to prove what they said, or take a different tact, or ym could be someone who just overheard it and they joke about it after. Anything works! Open to: Anyone if platonic, men only for more.

"I have to ask." He didn't, he really didn't, but when Laurie saw an opportunity to be a mouthy bastard, he took it, "Did you really just see someone on the short side who doesn't look like he lives in a gym and think 'ah! He'll definitely want to hear about the amazing properties of my penis and all the great things it could offer him'?" Laurie held an intense eye contact before glancing down, an eyebrow curving up derisively as he added, "Because I severely doubt you've got anything of real value to share."

[shcpcrsistcd]

@ofdifferentminds​ - michael myers

at one time, laurie might have found this setting peaceful. it wasn’t as cold as fall in haddonfield, and the chill that was in the air was taken care of by the warm glows of the campfire in front of her and the woven blanket over her shoulders. people were already starting to drift off all around her after the long afternoon and early evening of hiking, setting up camp... and for some more hiking. laurie however, hadn’t left the campsite after she’d arrived and set up. it could have very well been safe enough in those woods as long as someone stayed on the path... however, the thought of going off alone or even with only one or two others made her feel anxious. 

no.. staying here, surrounded by hundreds of people was the better idea. even still... she knew she wouldn’t be getting much sleep that night. even if she dozed off, her anxiety would inevitably rouse her anyway. it was two days... she’d gone longer without sleep and she knew how to make coffee without electricity. it would be fine. her gun was hidden underneath the pile of yarn at her side as she knitted away... a habit she’d picked up over the years since moving here. it kept her mind calm and her hands busy. she glanced up from the needles in her hand when she felt a shadow, jumping slightly at the sight of a man. letting out a sigh, shaking her head. “shit...” she muttered, her gaze going back to her hands then back up. “you shouldn’t sneak up on people like that. say something as you walk over, take heavier steps, wear a fucking bell or something...” she narrowed her eyes at him as she studied him for a moment. something about him... made her anxious, but she didn’t recognise him. (not without the mask) “sorry, i don’t mean to be rude. i’ve been a little tense since i got here.”

she set her knitting aside, reaching for her cup of coffee and taking a sip before reaching for the kettle. “since it seems i’m not the only one who can’t sleep... would you like some coffee?”

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@bcntbouquet continued from X

"Superficial?" Laurie parroted back, drawing the word out as he chewed on a response. He leaned forward, fingers twining together, followed by some pops of cracked knuckles as Laurie stretched his arms out. "So tell me, Mr Mordaunt, a wonderfully ironic name for this conversation I should say, why don't you tell me where - in your professional opinion - it becomes a more..." He twisted a finger in the air, searching for the word, "Profound knowledge, and we'll go from there."

[lostcndfound]

@domanon

"Dom, I didn't come here to discuss this." He gestured dismissively to a black eye and other bruising, which looked about a week healed. "The opposite, in fact. I came here to forget this, so can we, please, let it go?"

[lostcfterdark]

@ofmagicallonging continued from X

[Text: 🔌🔌] If you're trying to make me jealous of an inanimate object

[Text: 🔌🔌] one I bought for you at that

[Text: 🔌🔌]...

[Text: 🔌🔌] Frustratingly, it's working.

[Text: 🔌🔌] I want to hear you. Video or audio. Your choice.

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@ofmagicallonging continued from X

[Text: Sonny] You'll have to wait until you're back in to find out.

[Text: Sonny] You strike me as someone with an extensive list of undone chores and house keeping.

[Text: Sonny] If I'm wrong, I don't apologize, but you're free to correct me. If I'm right, we'll make a to-do list. Every boring thing you check off, I'll give you something fun to do as a reward.

[lostcfterdark]

@ofmagicallonging Continued from X

[Text: Robbie] A kilt is a skirt for sensitive men who won't wear skirts.

[Text: Robbie] Leather is good. Can be hard to get on or off if you go too tight, but I'm sure you can find help with that.

[Text: Robbie] And in case it was your next follow up: Latex is fine to look at, but not my thing. The noise, the texture. No.