#..kindered

@pocketknlves * starter call

              𝐋aurie’s idol hands moved quick across her bag, pushing through the little supplies she had to find the box of gauze she needed. Sitting on the floor infront of him, the woman shook her head at Tommy’s situation. Hurt, yet again, by protecting others from whatever murderer they were pinned against this time. It frustrated her, of course, but it also DISHEARTENED her, his choices giving her a reality check of her own ways. She knew he was quite headstrong, but he had good intentions ,at least she hoped he did, so she would spare him from a long-running lecture. But, he wasn’t completely in the clear from the blonde’s words.

     “ Seriously, Jarvis, you can’t keep being this reckless. “

   Though her words were stern, her voice was soft, not trying to make him feel bad at what he was doing, just a reminder that he may not be making the smartest choices in the game of survivng. Finally able to grasp the small box she was searching for, a gentle smile curled at Laurie’s lips. Luckily, for the both of them, Tommy didn’t appear too injured. His hands were pretty cut up, a norm for all the survivors, & a medium-sized gash on the shoulder that wasn’t all that deep. Overall, Tommy had seemed to get off easy with whoever was tracking them, but Laurie was known to be finnicky when others get hurt.

        With a gentle gesture, the girl skillfully dabbed away the blood on his rough hands, trying her best to make sure it wouldn’t sting to bad against the sterile material. Her eyes were focused on her task at hand, ensuring that every little knick was cleaned, but, she still found the chance to talk to him.

  “ I know you’re protecting them,

trust me, I know you’re a good soul “ -

   Laurie looked up from her work, making sure that the man was able to tell she was being genuine, knowing that he had a past with cynical tendancies.

 “ But, getting hurt so often isn’t good for you AT ALL, Tommy. “

       She only knew Tommy for a short time, as he accompanied the arrival of an unforgettable slasher, yet, she felt already closer to him than some of the other, more longtime survivors at their safe campfire. Maybe it was the closeness in age, or the similarities in spirit, but she considered him a good friend, therefore meaning she would only want the best for him, even if it came off as tough love.

   Finishing the care of his hands, the blonde picked up the light brown bottle she had of hydrogen peroxide within her bottle. The gash was no where near the worst she had seen, but it still was going to sting like a bitch. Pouring the cold liquid onto a small rag, Laurie placed her hand ever-so carefully on his chest, trying to keep her other hand steady, not wanting to miss any part of the wound.

 The girl gave a small laugh as she warned Tommy of what was to come.

“ Now, this probably will sting like hell,

@silvertongued-fox

❛ ₩hy didn’t you tell me you two were together? ❜

𝐋aurie instantly could feel her heart drop, cold fingers of guilt creeping up from the inky depths of her chest. She couldn’t bring herself to look up, let alone make eye contact with Ace. This man is practically her guide, her father, she told him everything, & vice versa, so the woman never expected to keep even the most personal of secrets from him, but this, this was much more than a secret, it was her life now, & she couldn’t keep that hidden.

 But that didn’t make this talk any less hard, how could she even begin explain it? Oh, I didn’t want to tell you that I’ve found my other half over the little fact that he’s a serial killer who happens to have slaughtered our friends before! Yeah, no. She never liked to be dishonest, but she knew that Ace would be quick to nip issues at the bud, & if he found out specifically who was Laurie’s lover, he would be more than damned to hunt him down like a bloodhound.

                 “ I-I’m sorry...”

 She started, her words were breathy & soft, like a whisper, but chopped, almost as if she were to cry.

 “Please, please, don’t be mad, 

he’s a genuinely wonderful person & I know you probably won’t believe me but, please Ace, he makes me so, so happy...

                                I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you before...”

Her gaze was locked in a blurred stare at the flickering flames, orange, dancing embers dusting the burnt ground like stars. She could feel the emotions in the air, the disbelief, the shock, the betrayl, it was suffocating her like a warm, damp rag.

Tears kissed the corners of her eyes as she waited in stagnant silence, hoping for the best, for Ace to believe her words without doubt, but Laurie always was realistic, painfully realistic. She knew she would most likely be nothing short of a lecture, or possibly worse, the silence would continue to grow between them & capitulate the bond she worked so hard for between her & Ace.

@pocketknlves {{ you lovely th0t... * “ offering their jacket... “

𝐂old water fell onto the girl’s small frame at a heavy pace, drenching her completely as she walked through the foggy forest scene. Laurie always loved rain, ever since she could remeber, even the slightest of drizzles or grey-cloud cover made everything feel okay. It was so much more peaceful, no harsh sun boring into her porcelin skin, no heat burning her body, just the gentle shadow of grey. She honestly forgot just how long she was out in the rain, her last traces being walking out of the trial’s exits & instantly perking up at the scent of a brewing storm.

   Never had the weather shifted at their makeshift “sanctuary”, if you could even call it such. It always was the same suffocating, muggy air, uncomfortably warm & stagnent. She knew the Entity controlled everything that happened here, from things as grande as who died the next moment, to the little ones like where each grain of dirt shifted under their bloodied soles. Was this the lead to a new form of punishment? Was it a spiteful mockery of the things they used to love before being caught in hell?

   Who cared. Laurie didn’t. She was going to enjoy it,

even if it was the death of her.

           She looked up into the dark sky, the color a calming dark blue. This rain was much more than a constant rasp again the ground, it was a complete downpour. The sound of the rain was roaring around her in a white haze, lulling her into a gentle state. She felt ALIVE, feeling the tender pressure of each drop against her body, the heaviness of her soaked blouse on her body, it brought her back to her senses in a lovely way.

  Sitting atop a long-ago crumbled pillar of rusted brick, the blonde closed her eyes, a genuine smile coming across her face. It was freedom, well — one of the closer things to freedom  — she was able to experience in the fog for such a god damn long time. It felt like everything was going to be OKAY, that maybe, just maybe, things were not too bad. 

  She almost began to drift into a slumber, until she felt the weight of SOMETHING being place over her small shoulders.

   Her eyes opened instantly, one of her hands grasping onto the thing placed on her. It was rough, yet soft, denim? Reching up, she felt the soft, warming sheep’s wool around the collar. Oh god, really Tommy.

         Looking to her side, & tilting her head up, she saw the familiar face of Tommy Jarvis, a kind smile greeting her back. What was he thinking, being out here in such weather. They already were faced with life or death almost every hour, & for sure this kind of rain could leave him with, at the least, a pretty nasty cold, something that the blonde knew he would avidly NOT allow her to care for.

   She shook her head, giving the man a disapproving stare, readying herself to push his almost-famous jean jacket back onto his figure.

“ Tommy, no.

@woodsboro-survivor * starter call * notes: killer! Laurie  (x)

       𝐓he cold metal of her blade pressed heavenly against the Patron’s rosey lips. Traces of iron blood left hints of the taste on her tongue, pleasing the girl greatly. She was doing terrifyingly well this trial, feeling no hesitation at all when it came to slaughtering familiar faces. Well, all but ONE was familiar to the devilish woman.

     She wasn’t able to properly see her, only seeing quick glimpses of dark hair as she went to hang her latest catch. To say the Patron was intriguied at a new play thing was a gross understatement. It almost BORED her to draw blood from the people she knew, their cries all numbly ringing in her ears with the painfully same sound. With 3 bodies sacrificed, & 1 generator to go, the killer’s speed upped with a dangerous blood lust. Now she would find this girl, & add her blood to her newest collection of colors painting her dress.

   Yet, nothing could prepare the slaughterer for who exactly she stumbled upon.

          Staring across the dull, blue landscape, The Patron’s masked gaze narrowed on a feminine figure lurking between pillars of a long gone building. A smile curled her lips in a sinister curve behind the pale cover, her footsteps quick on the solid ground. She could almost see where the girl had been carefully weaving through the brick walls, tiny, yet harshly bright, tears in the world around her painted a walkway, small embers kissing her pale skin.

   Close enough to make out who she was hunting, the Patron’s mind came to a DEAD HAULT

   No, no it couldn’t be.

               Oh yes, Angel, it IS.

       Courting the most perfect killer long ago, The Patron knew more about this woman than most likely any other survivor she’d ever cross. Sydney-Motherfucking-Prescott. Her hazel eyes widened, taking in all the light is possibly could in order to debunk this hallucination. But it wasn’t just an illusion, it was real. She was real. In living, breathing, moving reality, this son of a damned bitch was standing infront of her. It was all so much, but also, just the perfect kick for her violence.

    The Patron instantly reached for her blade, withdrawing the weapon with striking precision. She was at a loss of words, the killer who’s main power was her voice & its’ demonic ways, couldn’t seem to find them. She had gone quiet, silent, just like her brother. Her entire being was overcome with an unbearable animalistic rage. Billy’s words about her rang through her mind faster than any bullet ever could, so fast that her head was burning in pain.

     Behind the screaming mask, her jaw was locked in an agressive, immobile position. It felt as if her teeth would shatter under the pressure she was putting on it. The Patron’s muscles shreiked in electric pain, her emotions taking form in a sinister physical way. Her hands never had begged so desperately for the sticky warmth of blood, quivering with sheer adrenaline.

    Her words now a low, condescending growl, the Patron arched her knife mechanically, raising it up to glimmer in the washed-out moonlight, other hand pulling brutally on the other woman’s hair.

 “ Look what DISGUSTING RAT

@boyvigil * prompt! * “ 6…worried “ * notes: based from THIS song

      𝐀n anxiety ridden sigh escaped the girl’s lips as she stared into the inky BLACK sky. Though the rain was cold & soft, something Laurie loved oh-so much, she couldn’t find a lick of comfort at the moment. Time was no longer a part of their existance, but yet, she was more than aware that Quentin had been gone for far too long.

        In the darkness, Laurie paced seemingly endlessly through the abandoned house her & the other survivors managed to find. Thunder crackled outside like another SNARLING BEAST with its’ fangs pressed to their naked necks, & it only did more than raise her already-catastrophizing train of thought.

   “  I’m sorry...  “

    No one was around, & Laurie’s ears were so heavily desperate for a sound that she let herself slip a whisper under her breath. She couldn’t believe the things she roared at Quentin in her earlier blinding rage. Quentin was one of the sole people here she felt comfortable with completely, hell, Quentin was the brother she wished so much for over the deranged one she was given, but now, she was questioning if things would ever be the same.

  Staring through the fractured window besides the back opening, the blonde’s mind raced with thoughts, no, belittling judgements of herself. Her body ached with everything she wished she did, I could have understood where he was coming from, I could have maybe said this a different way, I could have not been such a horrible perso-

   Oh god — I ruined everything.

            Laurie’s hand covered her mouth gently as she felt the salty taste of sadness fill her up once more. Quentin is such a lovely kid, a beautiful, unique man, & I broke him away from myself, after everything he’s been through, we’ve been through, I DID THIS. She couldn’t help but let the tears trickle down her freckled face, eyes gazing into the pouring scene outside in any last ditch hopes for keeping the crying at bay.

  & it seemed it only got worse.

   In the distance, the weeping girl could salvage the outline of something coming towards the house. It was undeniable who it was. 

    In a haste, Laurie grabbed the back-door handle like her life depended on it, tearing it open like she had no hope. The cold air smacked her in the face, raindrops kissing her skin, & it felt good. Walking into the night’s windy body, the girl’s body began to shake, seeing the equally drenched Quentin walk to her, arms huddled on himself, like he was guarding himself ( “ oh god, is he guarding himself from me? “)

      She was wordless as sobs wracked her small body. Wordless, except for one phrase.

 “ Quentin, Oh — Oh my god,

𝙎𝙀𝙉𝘿 𝘼 𝙎𝙔𝙈𝘽𝙊𝙇 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘿 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀…

 { 💫 ｄａｚｅｄ & ｄｉｚｚｙ }

𝚉𝚎𝚔𝚊 - @zeka-dbd

𝙇aurie came to a kneeling halt behind one of the chilled concrete walls. This new killer has been bringing a terrifyingly quiet new way to unravel her mind, & finding a place to calm down & regain her sanity was something that wouldn’t be easy to find, but something she needed.

She made her way up to the second floor of what appeared to be some sort of meat plant, rooms for freezing hung bodies of blood-drained swine, floors practically painted red with blood of all different ages on its’ pristene material. She knew that she had to be on the lookout for traps of all sorts, whether it be a false door, a spike trap, or hell, even a rigged loaded gun.

As she made her way to a dimly lit room, the overhead lights being dusted from age, she noticed a generator that had recently been touched. The soft whirring of pistons attempted to reanimate were a gentle welcome to her, knowing that an ally must be here nearby. But, while she settled next to the machine to gather her thoughts, she noticed a toolbox kicked on its’ side, tools scattered like toys in a toddler’s room.

Laurie was confused, why would someone leave a perfectly good toolbox just spilled over in mid fix? Her brows furrowed, & she got up, walking over to a narrow passage of tables, a palette raised up in protection. She looked around as she approached, taking note of the monitors fixed in what seemed to be an office, when she felt her leg fall.

Her arms instantly gripped onto a bolted metal rack of boxes, her eyes shooting down to notice a perfect square was removed from the ground. Holy shit, I could have just died, was what Laurie thought. Her heart race pounded like an alarm in her small chest as she leaned forward to inspect the trap, & instantly a muffled gasp came from her.

Below through the opening, she could see a young woman, laying face down on the cold floor. Laurie knew now where the mystery mechanic had ended up. Laurie quickly jumped down skillfully through the opening, ensuring her landing be quiet & gentle, a few feet from the woman’s body.

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【 ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗ 】 ;; “ ｇｅｎｔｌｅ   ｓｍｉｌｅ“

@calmspirited

      𝐀 smile can say so much more than words themselves can, & Laurie can run with those words in a dangerous path. Her mind is one to always over-analyze, overthink, to go down ways that she can’t control, & god how she wished she could. 

     The pressure was on, all generators fixed & doors primed to be open, but her attention was snapped from getting out when she heard the gut-wrenching screams of another in the distance. One had already been sacrificed, & if her instincts were right, a second had just been added. Her heart broke even more as she could feel the aura of the killer’s bond corrupt on his end. She choked back a cry as she turned her head to scout out where the exits were.

   Only one other than herself was remaining, Jake Park, her fellow life-long survivor. She was more than aware that he was hurt, & if this killer was playing with a dangerous hex, Laurie could go down even at her full health too, but she needed to take the risk.

    Like a seasoned hunter, she took to skillfully weaving through rocks & rubble, trying to discern who’s blood was whos, or even more important, was it fresh. Staying still, she could hear the faintest of whimpers to her right. Her pulse picked up at the sound, desperately pleading in her head for Jake to be salvageable. She admired him so much, finding common ground with him from their lifelong battles. He was always so calm, so iron willed, & it pained her to see him stifling his own cries of pain.

  Turning a corner to a particular ruined pillar, she felt relief as she saw Jake, crouched against the faded brick. His shoulder was mangled, definitely by the crude weapon this specific killer had made from his first intentional victim’s skull. Laurie instantly knelt by his side, giving Jake the most gentle smile she could muster in the heated situation. She could hear the haunting bell in the distance, knowing that this experienced hunter would be quick on their heels if given the chance.

  “ I know where the doors are...”

Laurie started, her hands instantly tugging out the bandages she had within her pocket, dressing the wounds as fast as she could.

                 “ But I also found the hatch...if things go south, & he gets me,

 don’t come for me,