that's not groovy.

He watched her get her things, the iron bat was a nice touch he had to admit. “Where did you get the iron bat? I like it.”

He followed her hand and frowned. “Yeah? Why? Is that were the bones are?” Still he decided to walk toward the building, no reason to stand in the road. 

He chuckled as he thought about her demon comment. They were interesting things, demons. But nothing that was really scary or noteworthy.

“oh uh, old guy - bobby singer? he’s kind of like a hunter yoda. he gave it to me after i survived my first hunt.” she was fond of it, but it also was useful to basically have an iron stick wherever you go. “he came to tow my car when i got attacked. that’s how i became a hunter in the first place.” huntress? he’d not heard any lady hunter call herself that. 

Lloyd nodded, sliding his phone in his jeans pocket. He gestured to his truck. “Has anti ghost sigils under the hood. We should go back and finish the work. You can rest at my place for the night.” He didn’t want her to stay, he didn’t need the extra person milling around his home.

He nodded at her thanks and gestured again to the truck. “We can get spare tires tomorrow and fix your car up. For now, let’s finish the hunt and go home.”

He blinked and furrowed his brow at her. “I didn’t think you were bad, a bit young to be out here alone though.”

huh. eyeing his truck, she couldn’t deny that was a great idea & she felt silly for not having done the same before coming here. she was still learning, okay? she really had to get those sigils for her own truck to avoid this happening again. she couldn’t afford fixing her truck again & again. “thanks, i don’t wanna sleep out here.” she didn’t mind sleeping in her truck, but not out here. “you won’t notice i’m there.” she offered a little smile, then spun around to sling her duffel bag over her shoulder. 

✘— ash doesn’t really go by her full name anymore since she found out about her father. her mother dying changed her to begin with, but finding out she had a father somewhere out there & her mother knew but didn’t tell her despite naming her after him.. she didn’t really take that very well. plans she’d had until then were dropped & she practically changed her life overnight when she decided to go look for her father. 

Lloyd as a rule didn’t work with anyone else. He didn’t need to be sucked into other people’s problems. He didn’t want to get involved in old vendettas and plans of revenge or vengeance.

Still he had heard her over the local Hunter radio. She sounded young, maybe too young to be out here alone. As he approached her car, he got a good look at her. It’s not like he hadn’t seen younger people than her die over the eons. He had seen it happen countless times, always a variation of the same story.

He turned away and sent a message to the others. They urged him to take her, to think of it as a self-insert kind of role.

It would be fun they said.

So he got out of his car and looked at the tires and then back at her.

“Did you burn the bones?”

the guy driving the car she stopped in hopes of finding help didn’t really look it. the little she could see through the window was all but friendly & when he stepped outside the car she could practically feel the grumpiness radiate off him. then he opened his mouth & she realized it hadn’t been a god-sent coincidence that someone drove past here - no. 

he was a hunter. 

she shook her head when he spoke, “didn’t get to. it busted my tires & i didn’t really want to .. explore after that. not without anybody to drive me back.” she’d been stranded before he came along. even if she’d found the bones & burnt them - she would’ve been unable to get home & by then it would’ve been dark. yeah no, thanks. 

‘ i’m glad you love me, ‘cause someone is gonna need t’   take care of me once i finally reach my uh ….. forties …. ’

a not-so-subtle cough follows.

so, ashley was hunting a ghost on a road in the middle of nowhere in the united states of wherever. it was her first hunt outside the state, her third hunt alone & she was ... well, excited didn’t quite cut it. hunting was a strange combinations of emotions. she found herself excited, yes, but fear always accompanied her despite knowing she was taking on small hunts only for the time being. she might not have family left other than her dad (possibly), but she didn’t want to die at all. 

one moment she was driving & the next her pick-up truck sputtered & shook until she got it to stop eventually. hopping outside, she found her tires were torn apart - literally. “oh my god, are you fuckin’ kidding me?” did she just get stranded wherever by a ghost? her phone was dead (she did try & get an SOS out though...), the last house she passed had been hours ago & it was way too hot to walk in daylight, so what she did was sit crouched beside her car, her knees drawn up to her chest in an attempt to huddle up & avoid the sun as best as possible. 

“it’s NOT about the destination, it’s about the JOURNEY.”

                                        indie Ash vs. Evil Dead OC / SPN Huntress OC, loved by Melli~