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He hit. It sank. Pink tint flushes over her features. Fingers squeeze the wooden railing, furrow deepening as she stands there - mid hallway full of pictures and doors, and door at the end, behind her, her room.

"What the heck! Of course it's still MY home! Get out! Now!" Laurie points the stairs, a feeble attempt to set any boundaries. The both know the fact she can't admit. Frank is right. Even if it is real enough for her. All the scents, visuals, things she couldn't take with her or hide. Exposing who she used to be: privileged, sensible, A student, dad's girl... her pride and insecurities, all within these walls for all visitors to see. That lack of control, frustrated her even more than her position as a prey.

The words about showering feels such an odd thing to mention, but it the first time she heard anything remotely personal about the guy behind the smiling mask.

" And you had to...? " A moment of empathy slips out, hinting disbelief. Such circumstances was never reality to her, ever. Her dad rarely ever punished her. Frown quickly returns. "...doesn't justify of using my home as your own!"

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i wanna run, but i won't/ ash

" I want to run, too. But I can't." Smile exposes teeth before the gaze drops at the pair of loafers, tugging the cardigan tighter around for comfort. This reminds her of each time she felt awkward around someone she remotely liked. He makes her feel safe.

" ...maybe because, I don't know. Do I have a choice? I want to say I just choose not to run but it's... impossible. Is it odd to say?" With a lift of brow she glances up at the only soul she knows to share that dread of never being safe from something that cannot be explained. Inescapable threat of darkness. But right now, it could be something else, too.

" I like that about you. Let the World know you won't let that whatever control you." A pause, before chuckle escapes. " Maybe not showing it, but -- I bet you're as dead afraid as I am, right?" || @anthologicals

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Frank had just used the Strode house for another hot shower. Mostly he used the time to think and calm down, especially after a trial. He needed a way to clear his head since the frenzy tended to cloud his judgement. Once he was clean and dressed he started to wander the house, stopping when he saw the familiar silhouette of a survivor. Laurie, huh? Right. This had been her home once.

"Guessing the Entity let you free from the camp?" Frank asked, his voice almost amused.

Strode home, a fine, if not way too large for a family of two. Now it's cozy and safe walls felt distant, even threatening as the unknown steps echoed above, upstairs. Every visit she hoped to protect her past, her personal belongings, by locking the doors, taking the keys - always gone from her pocket once she reached the survivor camp. The doors unlocked whenever she returned.

After ascending the stairs, the familiar voice reveals himself before she even noticed him. Frank wasn't the one she expected to find, neither the worst one. But not one to be underestimated.

"Could ask the same... finding you here. All the way in Haddonfield." She frowns in return, and gathers courage to confront him - without outright hostility. There is an attempt to use that same authority her father used at urban explorers at his locations: firm and confident. You must leave my property. Yet, the killer's mere presence set her on edge to lack that same prowess.

" This is my home, and I don't remember letting you in! What are you doing here...?!" || @basketofbrokenboys

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About Laurie and her link to Haddonfield. Outside trials, I think entity allows her at times to return to what she thinks is her home. The realm of Haddonfield. I believe the Entity feeds on memories and emotions she has, her home sickness, missing her father, everything related to that place. And in return: offers her more and more detailed version of her home each time she visits Haddonfield.

As if house itself has transformed from empty broken abandoned house to something its residents simply disappeared from. Almost... dream like. But everything is there. Furniture, photo albums, diaries, wardrobes, bookshelves... just like Laurie remembered.

Running water, electricity, tv and radio signals of strange, unknown sources - lost shows, and channels. Cabinets that seem to fill with random food items.

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Now she thinks about it... she hasn't seen the shape for a while.

It's always the other knife wielders. The eerie birthday party masked photographer... the guy with a music taste far from hers... the one in sunglasses, in light and darkness...

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She returns from her fifth Legion match in row.

What did she do, or is it simply a coincidence...

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Hopping here to say sorry for silence! Full week of work, including this weekend x.x pay will be good but now I want to just get cozy-

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Laurie, flirting: Well then, let's be the dangerous monsters, together.

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I look for someone who isn't afraid of taking a life, or looking the death the eye. I need someone who fears no evil. But for the most: I need someone who isn't startled by the darkness that has taken shelter within me. One that claws me from the inside, seeking to surface and devour me. Whose darkness mine could intertwine. Such person I want to both fear and admire. To be held by arms capable to harm and protect. For such, I would give my dreams, my care, my affection.

My loyalty.

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She is counting days. Even when nothing happened year before... and year before the year before... it is always in her mind, when evenings become darker, and the leaves of the trees more gold. It is almost as if borders between the worlds grows thinner.

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LOVE PAWSONA

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@curlzcurlzcurlz continued x

Gaze lowers at crossed hands, Nancy's voice echoing back. 'He's not dead.. is he?' By all laws of nature anyone should be dead after being shot at close range. They both saw him fall on his back, hit his head. Bleeding rivers from the torn shotgun wound.

"No." Head shook lightly. It happened once. Then twice. No one in the World would convince her the body has not already disappeared. Neither, she is willing to return and take a look.

"Funny..." chuckle escapes as she exhales. "Usually people try to convince me the dead won't come back. But... he... he will. And he will kill anyone to reach me. That man is no human..."

Warmth of the hand is comforting, just like the words.The fact Nancy didn't attempt to convince her, she appreciates it. A lot. Having to deal with her own deal with unexplainable events, maybe that's why. Maybe that's why she doesn't hesitate to stay by her side. For the first time, maybe someone understands how it is: to having experienced something no one believes. Having to survive alone.

"Creatures? you have to deal with more than one? Gosh..."

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twin peaks sentence starters  /  various episodes.

gun play? sounds serious.

you let me know if there’s any bloodshed.

one last chance, ___. don’t disappoint me.

is that clear enough?

this is about us. we have to do this for us.

would you like to, um, partner up with me?

how’d i do?

you drive me crazy.

come on home.

fire is the devil hiding like a coward in the smoke.

the wood holds many spirits.

what did you see that night?

the dark was pressing in on me.

are you quite finished?

what you need is a friend. a friend who’ll listen.

secrets are dangerous things.

the owls are not what they seem.

i can’t talk now… i need to go.

i wanna run, but i won’t.

romantic, isn’t it?

the secret of knowing who killed you.

you lie and you betray.

you are unclean. you have contaminated me.

can you see me? can you catch me?

i prayed that you would come, and you did.

from now on, it’s you and me.

hard to imagine such cruelty.

i should have known better.

i was so worried about you.

the things you must have seen…

i saw so much.

we’ll sort it out. together.

that’s my girl.

we can just stay right here.

to what do i owe the pleasure?

the plane leaves at midnight.

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Voice is not Annie's. Still, eyes open and a small smile welcomes him to join. The porch stairs are more than enough for the two but she pulls her legs closer, arm wrapping around them.

"Good I am not the only one with bad habits." she remarks at the sight of his own cigarette. First time she noticed Dwight smoking.

"I don't know whose house this is but I used to walk here with a friend. She didn't want to get caught, and I used to hate the smell of these but... now, it's kind of few things left." she glance at him with a grin, clearing her throat, looking at the smoke between her fingers. "Still, smells like s.hit."

There's the soft flick of a lighter and the quiet inhale of someone starting their own cigarette. The porch creaks lightly under Dwight as he steps down to sit next to her, lit smoke hanging between two fingers. Out of nervous habit he tugs on his tie a bit before settling.

"Hope you don't mind some company," the leader said softly as he took a slow drag.