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[simplypeterparker]

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meme

3/5

// oh god seriously no

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“So. Truth or Dare.”

[digital-firefly-a]

Paranormal Reality

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It was your typical night on a typical winter with snow, and ice and it was just downright cold.  The place seemed completely abandoned; an old hospital once used to house people who suffered from extreme mental illness.  There were tons of these places all over the U.S. but some stood out way more than others.  That’s about the only reason she was here tonight. Thing is - she had permission.  It’s called respect for the people who owned the property. Bomber jacket, relaxed pants, t-shirt with some stupid quote on it like ‘Sarcasm is a natural defense against stupid’, geared up with EMF meters, recorders, cameras - basic paranormal hunting goodness.  Strapped to her hip was a recording device, and on her head a headset with a microphone, and a headlamp with another camera attached - just in case. Temperance was quiet as she made her way through the place.  She wasn’t scared, or really worried, and she had plenty of things on her - including a gun hidden in her coat - to help defend against the unwelcome rather than the unknown.  What she didn’t anticipate was something, or someone showing up.  So when she heard steps, and she went to check them out trying to make sure someone else hadn’t snuck onto the property and was messing with her -- she was quite surprised to find a rather... unhappy looking man standing in the hall in front of her. “Hey.  This is private property.  Do you have permission to be here?”  Her watered down British accent came through well enough to suggest she had English parents, but was likely born in the states.

The man turned to face her, and grinned as his eyes turned solid black. “Ah... well.. shit.  That’s not good.” Ducking back down the hall she had come out from, she rushed away from the location, “Mkay black eyes, not good not good..” ducking into a side room with her hand reaching for her firearm.  There was no real easy route to get out of this hospital with that hallway blocked by -- whatever that was. Silent, she pressed back into the shadows and listened; waited, trying to see if it would show itself again.  Without warning, a hand grabbed her from seemingly no where by the throat, and immediately she instinctively aimed the gun - and fired. The demon released, staggered back and collapsed seemingly defeated from the wound.  “Kay.” taking a breath, “So.  You... died?  That was a bit too easy.”  Moving cautiously towards it, she prodded the creature with her foot, waited, prodded again, waited, kicked it and sighed.  “Hokay.. I think I’ll just... mozey on out of this place then..”  Scratching at her cheek, “Not sure how I’m gonna explain murdering a black eyed monster to the cops.” But when he started moving again, she just -- stopped.  “Aw c’mon man.. Can’t you just.. die?  And be like... ‘ugh.. dead.. I’m not going to be a cheap horror flick replica and come back like that dude in Halloween’?  Bloody hell..” Aiming the gun, she fires off shots into his knee caps, shoulders and elbows before several more into his head and chest trying to secure the kiss 100%.  Unfortunately it slows him down, may even stop him to a degree, but it also seems to piss him off a helleva lot more.  And when he’s able to actually move again, he’s in her face with his fist drawn back before punching her hard enough to send her flying back into the wall. He moved to her and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her to pin her to the wall, “Think of all the fun things I’m gonna do to you.” “Ngh.. You assholes.. are... so damn.. stupid..” smirking with her feet dangling off the ground. The demon tilts his head confused, and growls before a very sudden, very awful pain completely consumes him as he feels her foot impact between his legs. And to make matters worse - her other foot comes down hard before he can drop her, smashing downward against his knee forcing it backwards.  The moment he releases, and she drops, she would do everything to try to kick him back away from her with her hand gripping her neck lightly; protectively. Temperance moved towards the hall quickly, but as she was preparing to turn out of it, she heard the demon rushing after her - as much as he could.  He ducked low to grab at her legs and managed to hook around the first one as she lowered to compensate, moving her back leg out further.  With surprising quickness, she seemed to manage to flip the demon onto his back before grabbing his arm, twisting and dislocating it with a sharp cry from the man, “Piss off!” but she knew she couldn’t deal with this thing on her own, so she was quick to move again. What she didn’t anticipate -- was another one showing up.  That’s when she froze.. and realized just how screwed she was.  The second approached her quickly, and before she could react, she found her throat grabbed and her body slammed back onto the floor with a fist slamming into her face disorienting her.  Another punch would be aimed at her stomach knocking the breath out of her. “Th-that’s... not... f-fair..” she manages to cough out.  With the demon bent over her, looming and readying to continue, she manages one thing -- she gets her legs wrapped around his neck rather surprisingly, and squeezes as hard as she can before twisting her body sharply to the side to yank him down onto the ground with her.  It’s short lived however as his strength was superior to her’s, forcing her legs apart and eventually pinning her down.

[huntingforredemption]

Headcanon: A Mother's Hope

Although AnnaBelle never had the chance to meet the hybrid’s first human connection (aka Sammy), she had high hopes for Rora’s future. The mother was certain that him and her daughter would meet again. AnnaBelle saw how happy her memories of him made her (Rora talked about him often when they first started their journey) and she wanted so desperately for the two to cross paths again. And, if she had ever had the chance to meet him, the mother knew she would’ve loved that boy like a son.

[huntingforredemption]

Headcanon: Childhood Dreams

Being that Aurora was named after Sleeping Beauty, she spent a lot of time reading fairy tales. They were a nice escape from her daily life of abuse. And, no matter how many times the nest said she'd be alone forever, the child still hoped. She always dreamed that her Prince Phillip would come and take her away from that horrible place. The little girl would get lost in books, escaping into a world where even cursed girls could find love. And, when she met Sam as a young girl, she thought, maybe, he was her prince. Even when they went their separate ways, in the back of her mind, she thought he was her Prince Phillip. It was just silly, childish dreaming, she knew that, but who could blame the cursed girl for holding on to that little sliver of hope?

[huntingforredemption]

Finally Home || Sam & Aurora

Aurora was in the kitchen, making Cajun Gumbo, a recipe her adoptive mother had taught her a long time ago. It was one of her favorite meals and it reminded her of the all the fun times she had before AnnaBelle died. The hybrid also made it when she tended to worry and needed to distract herself, since there were a lot of preparations she had to do in order to make the dish.

She was too focused on the food to hear the door open or even the footsteps that approached the kitchen. Her back was turned to the kitchen entrance and she had some music going, dancing a bit as she continued to season the pot on the stove. The woman even sang along to the song playing as she stirred the pot.