it probably wasn’t the brightest idea to explore an abandoned theme park in the dead of autumn, right at the cusp of winter. the air felt chillier than usual and, tech-wise, haruhi was more concerned about her cameras running out of battery than she was with joon finding out where they were going. not that it mattered now, of course; they were at least a two hours’ walk away from any decent form of civilisation and haruhi was already parking in the deserted parking lot. “see? told you we’re going to an amusement park,” she says, killing the engine and motioning for joon to follow her out. she doesn’t wait; already she’s going through her equipment at the back of her car, all in a duffel bag. (crude, but efficient.) “you should come with me now...don’t you know that the people who stay in the car get killed first in horror movies?”

it’s her innate inability to care for much of what people think – until they say it out loud (but people hardly do that anymore, do they?). to laura, rejection isn’t rejection until they say it to her face; judgement can simply be categorised as creative differences or personal opinions; criticisms are always taken with a grain of salt and a fair amount of respect, considered something to be of a tool to help her improve. there are, of course, plenty of these online, which she doesn’t mind at all, and more often than not, finds them both amusing and constructive – until she gets abusive ones, of course. those get reported and blocked. who needs that kind of negativity in their life?

she should’ve kept her husband away.

haruhi did not like blacks and whites, although it would have been beneficial if she did, especially when it came to hunting down monsters and ghouls that most likely did not exist. she didn’t believe the rationalists, of course, because they were often too boring, but she didn’t believe in the conspiracy theorists either, because they were too intense – she liked to think she was somewhere in the middle, with a healthy amount of belief in what she did and hoped to pursue; the same went for her wardrobe. all that colour would often be mixed for comfort. short shorts and orange sweaters were a staple, and so too were rainbow-striped socks and well-worn shoes she really needed to change. too often the shoes saw the un-walked trail in the woods, trod on fresh ground with broken twigs leading to a nothing-ghoul – but it was worth exploring if it meant she could record it.