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Laurie's application for jigoku_apts.
Application
PLAYER:
Name: Amie.
Personal Journal: pyratesss.
Contact Info:
AIM = Boys ala Radio
MSN = pyratesss@hotmail.com
Email = pyrateamie@gmail.com
CHARACTER:
Name: Laurie Strode [Born as Angel Myers].
Source: Rob Zombie's Halloween.
History:
Laurie Strode's story began eighteen years ago, not as Laurie Strode, but as Angel Myers. Born as the third child to a single mother, Deborah Myers, in Haddonfield, Illinois. It's unclear whatever happened to Laurie's biological father; whether he left Deborah before Laurie's birth, he died, or simply never wanted any part of their family. Living in a rundown home, and without much to show for it, Deborah was working full time to support her three children [Judith, Michael, & Angel]. Deborah was employed at a local strip club called Rabbit In Red. On top of her children, Deborah had the unfortunate task of also financially supporting a dead-beat [and abusive] boyfriend, Ronnie White.
Spending a lot of her time trying to take care of the family, Deborah did what she could, but her two oldest children were running out of control. Judith, already in high school, was extremely irresponsible and promiscuous, with no respect for her mother, or anyone in her family. Particularly her younger brother, Michael, who was a whole other issue in and of himself. Michael was an extremely introverted young boy of ten years, who was bullied mercilessly by his peers, and even his own family [excluding his mother & younger sister]. He was a prime target for bullies, and frequently got into trouble at school, causing frustration for Deborah, who felt she was being called to the building everyday for ridiculous reasons.
On one particular visit, a day that would change everything for the Myers family, Deborah was called to the school after another fight Michael had gotten in with two older boys on the day of Halloween. She was confronted by the principal, who showed her the contents of Michael's backpack, including a dead feline, and several photographs of other abused & murdered animals. Also present in the meeting was Doctor Samuel Loomis, a child psychologist. Before he could be forced to speak to Loomis, Michael ran from his school, and into the nearby woods, following one of the boys whom he had fought with earlier. He brutally beat the boy to death in the woods, using a large stick, and donning the clown mask that he was frequently picked on about. Returning home as if nothing had happened, Michael prepared for Halloween night.
His sister, Judith, was supposed to take Michael trick-or-treating, while his mother went to work. After their mother left, Judith outwardly refused to take Michael, choosing instead to go upstairs with her boyfriend, Steve Haley. Before Halloween night was over, everyone in the house except for Michael & Angel, were dead. Deborah returned home to find Michael sitting on the front porch, covered in blood, holding his baby sister in his arms. Inside were the bodies of Judith, Steve, and Ronnie. Judith had been stabbed to death multiple times, coming to die at the top of the stairs. Steve had been bludgeoned to death with a baseball bat in the kitchen. Ronnie was dead in his arm chair, taped to it with duct tape, and throat slit, and his chest & face stabbed several times.
In what was to become one of the longest trials in the state's history, Michael was found guilty of first degree murder, and sent to Smith's Grove Sanitarium, under the care of Doctor Samuel Loomis. Things went well for a time, and Deborah regularly visited her son, who claimed no memory of the murders he had committed. After a year, things became rocky once again, when Michael began to fixate upon making papier-mache masks, and refused to speak to anyone, including his mother. After witnessing Michael killing a nurse in cold blood during a visit around Christmas, Deborah can no longer handle the stress of the situation, and takes her own life, committing suicide by gunshot in the family home.
This was, really, when life became a whole new world for Angel Myers, soon to be Laurie Strode.
When Sherriff Leigh Brackett arrived to the call of shots fired, he discovered the scene of Deborah Myers' suicide. Crying in her crib just upstairs, was Angel Myers. Leigh found himself unable to watch this young baby growing up with the stigma of her family name, the reputation of her brother Michael, while passed around in local foster care. He wrote the report, leaving out any mention of the infant girl, and drove her to the next town over, leaving her with an orphanage. Only a few months later, Leigh Brackett was shocked to discovered that the baby girl had been adopted by his good friends Mason & Cynthia Strode, who had been looking to adopt a child for a number of months. The Strodes named her Laurie.
Life for Laurie from that point on, up until she turned seventeen, was perfectly normal, and enjoyable. She was never made aware of her adoption, and the Strodes never made any intention to mention it. She was raised as their daughter, as if she were blood, and they were happy together, a genuinely happy family. However, on Halloween night of that year, everything changed for Laurie again.
Completely unaware of her blood family, including her brother, Laurie knew no alarm when Michael Myers escaped from Smith's Grove Sanitarium just before the approaching holiday.
Laurie pays no heed to the approaching danger, not even aware of it's presence. She doesn't think much of the strange man watching she and her friends walk home from school that afternoon. With nothing much to worry about, she heads out on Halloween night to babysit Tommy Doyle. One of her best friends, Annie Brackett, manages to wrangle her into also watching her assigned child, Linday Wallace. Thinking things could only go well, Laurie was incredibly wrong.
Michael had not only escaped from Smith's Grove, but also returned to Haddonfield. On Halloween night of that year, he murdered several more people; most notably, both of Laurie's adoptive parents, her best friend Lynda Van Der Klok, Linda's boyfriend Bob, Annie's boyfriend Paul, and very nearly Annie as well. He stalked Laurie that night, through the Doyle house, and the street of their childhood home. Eventually, he cornered her there, in the basement. Without the use of his verbal communication, he attempts to show her a photo of them together as children, given to him by their mother during his early days at Smith's Grove. Knowing nothing of who she really is, Laurie is simply confused, and terrified.
In a final show down, Doctor Loomis arrives to take care of Michael, but is easily subdued. In a final show down between siblings, Laurie and Michael fall through the upstairs window of their old house, landing in the backward. Taking the magnum belonging to Doctor Loomis, Laurie shoots Michael in the head, at point blank range.
She wandered the town, injured & blood soaked, until Sheriff Brackett finally found her, in a total state of shock, rambling about how she had just killed a man.
One year passed from those horrifying events, and it's Halloween again in Haddonfield.
Deciding not to return to school to complete her final year, Laurie moved in with Sheriff Brackett, and her his daughter, Annie, whom had managed to survive the attack on the previous Halloween. Laurie got a job at a local music store, where she met two like-minded girls to befriend, named Harley & Mya. In the following year, between recovering from her wounds [some of which required plastic surgery], working, attending therapy, and trying to stay sane, Laurie became a different girl than what she once was. She had become, over the course of the year after the events on Halloween, a girl going to a much deeper, and darker, portion of her psyche.
With another Halloween approaching, Laurie was becoming gradually more anxious. Michael's body had gone missing after being collected by the coroner last year, although he was still presumed dead. He had to be, didn't he? His corpse would have to show up sometime.
Things were going surprisingly well for Laurie up until the day of Halloween, yet again. Mya & Harley had convinced her to attend a costume party with them, but on the way to run some errands that day, Laurie noticed a book display in a local store. It was the newest novel by Doctor Samuel Loomis, the second which he had published about Michael Myers, whom he had studied for years at Smith's Grove. This book was meant to cover the events of the previous Halloween. Knowing what was in this book, Leigh Brackett had intended to keep it's contents away from Laurie. However, her morbid curiosity led her to purchase a copy, and her life was turned upside yet again as she read the truth within.
She was the baby sister of Michael Myers. Her real name, Angel Myers.
Within it's pages lied every bit of truth about her blood family, what had happened, what she had been part of, born into. In addition to that, Loomis was clearly exploiting the deaths of her parents and the other victims, in order to sell his novel. It disturbed Laurie greatly, although not as much as it disturbed her that other people had known about this, and kept it from her. Storming back home to the Brackett residence, she gathered her things to leave, and stormed out, telling Annie to let her father know that: "Angel says fuck you."
Arriving at the apartment of Mya & Harley, Laurie asks if she can stay with them for the night, and before long, eventually breaks down and reveals the book to them, as well as her true identity. Wallowing in despair and disgust, Laurie insists that she wants to go out & party, anything to get her mind off of how incredibly traumatic her life is, and continues to become. Her friends agree, and the three set out in costume.
Little does Laurie know that Michael is on his way, and intends to make a surprise stop at the party. He wasn't quite as dead as everyone thought, it seems. However, this never gets to be an issue for the youngest Myers this year; shortly after her arrival at the party, and several drinks later. Laurie blacks out. When she awakes, there is a hint of cinnamon upon her tongue, and a lot more fucked up things to worry about, including the strange room that she is laying in.
It seems that the situation could actually get worse. Go figure.
Personality:
When one simply glances at Laurie, you may see the cute girl next door, but in reality, when you get to see the deeper side of her, she is a touch of that, but so much more. Throughout the majority of her life, Laurie was a lovable and caring individual. She was happy, helpful, and quiet. She wasn't quite a recluse, but she was definitely the more modest of her friends. Additionally bubbly, optimistic, and friendly, she was always a good student, and a somewhat naive and innocent individual. At the age of sixteen, she still had not had a first boyfriend, and claimed not to lie. Heights of excitement for her included studying, and babysitting.
To her friends, Laurie was always true, and there when they needed her, as much as she could be. They were very important to her, and she would do anything for them, to take care of them, or look out for them. Even risking her own life. She was intelligent, and witty, with a good sense of humor; a joy to have in the classroom, with edgy smarts, and without an ill will toward almost anyone. Although she could sometimes to pressured by her friends to give in to some actions there sometimes went against her morals, and although she did love to tease her mother, she was an over-all good girl.
This was all, of course, before Michael Myers tore her entire world apart on Halloween night.
Michael's initial attack robbed her not only of her parents & one of her best friend, but also robbed her of a piece of her sanity, and definitely her peace of mind. When Michael returned to Haddonfield, he not only managed to physically damage Laurie, but also mentally leave her scarred. She was left haunted by visions, and nightmares, which seemed never-ending. Out was the simply quiet good girl, and in was the introverted cynic. Attending mandatory therapy to deal with her issues, Laurie was still left with more than her fair share of problems regarding the previous Halloween night.
Laurie went from friendly and outgoing, to moderately depressed, as well as paranoid. She began to worry about small things, and become increasingly upset by them. Experiencing fits of ups and downs, slipping into dark moods. It was hard for her to deal with day-to-day life for a long time. It didn't help that, despite the fact that she had killed her attacker [something else she felt conflicted over; taking a human life], she still felt terrified of his potential return. Even when it seemed illogical, and impossible, that such a thing could be possible.
She drastically changed her formerly quaint wardrobe and decorating tastes, into a more dark & grungy theme. Where Laurie was previously somewhat innocent, she began taking up recreational drinking & smoking after her attack. Pessimistic and cynical, she spent the year struggling hard with the changes facing her, and her life. She felt like a different person, not herself, and that was partially true. Laurie Strode, as people knew her in Haddonfield, was dead to her.
She felt like someone new. She lost her taste for meat, in any form, and became increasing moody, even sometimes lashing out at her friends. She was haunted with frequent bouts of guilt over the death of her parents, as well as Lynda. She didn't feel as encouraged to do well, nor did she feel the drive to do well, and so she didn't bother to attend her last year of high school, where she had previously been top student, almost never missing a day of class. She instead went for work at a local music store, a more practical plan, in her opinion.
Laurie prides herself upon being practical, safe, and living in the moment, after all that she has been through. In her opinion, you can just never tell when everything might go to shit.
Biggest Fear: After all that she has gone through in the last two years of her life, Laurie's biggest & greatest fear in the world is her own brother, Michael Myers.
Powers: Nothing of particular note. At most, she's got a logical mind, some small experience in firing a gun, and is used to running/defending herself from terrifying things.
SAMPLES:
Third Person:
Running, running, running.
There was blood in her eyes, running into her eyes, making her squint against it, making her try to blink it away in her haste. She couldn't feel a portion of her hand, and she wasn't sure why at this point. She didn't have the time, or the courage, to look down and see what the problem was. She didn't want to know, she just wanted to run.
Running, running, running faster.
Her leg was killing her, she could barely put her weight onto it, the fall had really done a number on her, and still she was running, trying to run. Mixture of blood, and now rain, pelting against the tender flesh of her face. It was hard to see, with one eye swollen partially shut on her left side, and so much blood dripping into the other. Her hair was matted with it, thick and crimson, and her clothes were stained. Even the rain wouldn't wash it away. Some was her's, some was Annie's, some was his. That man.
She killed that man.
His blood had splattered into her face, in her mouth, she had tasted it. His blood tasted like her blood, salty and coppery, repulsive to all of her senses, slimy and slick, dripping off of her chin. She screamed until she couldn't scream anymore, her vocal cords felt tight, like they'd never work again. There were tears now, too, stinging the cuts on her cheeks, stinging her split lip, sliding down with ease, blending with the rain, the blood, the upset.
Running, running, running.
She had to get away, because what if he got up? What if he got up, exactly as he had done every time before? How many people had he killed? He was a behemoth, hulking and horrifying. He was most certainly the boogey man, if ever Laurie could conceive an image of such a creature. He was, most definitely, the boogey man.
What did the boogey man want with her?
She was old now, too old for fairy tales, beyond the age of being scared by things like that, beyond the age of believing in foolish childrens stories. She didn't believe in the boogey man. She hadn't believed in the boogey man since she was seven, and had given her father an entire list of reasons why something so stupid couldn't exist, and he wasn't going to scare her with it.
She believed now.
The boogey man came to Haddonfield, and he wanted her, and daddy was dead, he wasn't going to protect her now.
Run faster, lights flashing, red and blue.
She can't stop now, even when she hears it, hears Brackett calling to her, telling her it's okay. He's pulling up beside her, his lights are flashing, the police are coming. Those lights. Fucking gumballs, that's what Annie calls them. Annie, where is she? Is she okay? Laurie doesn't know. She wanted to help her. God, she tried.
She doesn't stop running, running, running until Brackett takes hold of her, puts himself in front of her to stop her, and she stares at him, and she doesn't know what to say, her words, her mind, it's all mixed up. It hurts everywhere, she doesn't think she can explain to him, but he's concerned, she wants to let him be at peace, know she's okay. As okay as she'll ever be after tonight.
"I killed that man. He's dead."
First Person:
Michael.
Michael Myers.
That.. that fucking psycho is my brother? He couldn't be my brother. He couldn't be, he isn't. I don't want to hear it.
This isn't fair, it's not fair.. haven't I been through enough? Haven't I paid enough?
Lynda, mom, dad.. everyone.. it was all my fault, he was looking for me.. and he was looking for me, because I'm his fucking sister. I need to get it off of my chest. I need to say it. I have to hear it, because it's so incredibly fucked up, so many kinds of fucked up, I don't know what else to do, except repeat it.
Michael Myers is my brother.
Michael Myers is my fucking big brother.
And he wanted me, he killed all of those people, because he wanted me.
He wants me.
Fuck, this is so.. I bet he has something to do with this, being here, this place.
He's here, I know he is.. he's so fucked up, who knows where he has me now, and no one is going to find me, are they? Is this another place I don't know about? Maybe I should have finished that fucking book. Maybe this is my childhood nursery, and no one wanted to tell me, haha? I don't fucking think so.
I don't know what I think anymore.
I don't fucking know.
Notes: Just as I noted above, I'm taking Laurie from toward the end of Rob Zombie's second Halloween film. I'll be following his canon, and his story [2007 & 2009 remakes respectively], rather than the original series by John Carpenter, circa 1978. This Laurie is still a teenager, and has grown up in modern times, and none of the Carpenter canon beyond the first movie are of any relevance. I'm not going to be getting into the sub-plot with her having a daughter, growing up to be the headmistress of a school, etcetc, that happens in later movies. Right now, she's just a scared eighteen year old girl. Also, as such I will be using Scout Taylor Compton as my play-by, rather than Jamie Lee Curtis.
Application
PLAYER:
Name: Amie.
Personal Journal: pyratesss.
Contact Info:
AIM = Boys ala Radio
MSN = pyratesss@hotmail.com
Email = pyrateamie@gmail.com
CHARACTER:
Name: Laurie Strode [Born as Angel Myers].
Source: Rob Zombie's Halloween.
History:
Laurie Strode's story began eighteen years ago, not as Laurie Strode, but as Angel Myers. Born as the third child to a single mother, Deborah Myers, in Haddonfield, Illinois. It's unclear whatever happened to Laurie's biological father; whether he left Deborah before Laurie's birth, he died, or simply never wanted any part of their family. Living in a rundown home, and without much to show for it, Deborah was working full time to support her three children [Judith, Michael, & Angel]. Deborah was employed at a local strip club called Rabbit In Red. On top of her children, Deborah had the unfortunate task of also financially supporting a dead-beat [and abusive] boyfriend, Ronnie White.
Spending a lot of her time trying to take care of the family, Deborah did what she could, but her two oldest children were running out of control. Judith, already in high school, was extremely irresponsible and promiscuous, with no respect for her mother, or anyone in her family. Particularly her younger brother, Michael, who was a whole other issue in and of himself. Michael was an extremely introverted young boy of ten years, who was bullied mercilessly by his peers, and even his own family [excluding his mother & younger sister]. He was a prime target for bullies, and frequently got into trouble at school, causing frustration for Deborah, who felt she was being called to the building everyday for ridiculous reasons.
On one particular visit, a day that would change everything for the Myers family, Deborah was called to the school after another fight Michael had gotten in with two older boys on the day of Halloween. She was confronted by the principal, who showed her the contents of Michael's backpack, including a dead feline, and several photographs of other abused & murdered animals. Also present in the meeting was Doctor Samuel Loomis, a child psychologist. Before he could be forced to speak to Loomis, Michael ran from his school, and into the nearby woods, following one of the boys whom he had fought with earlier. He brutally beat the boy to death in the woods, using a large stick, and donning the clown mask that he was frequently picked on about. Returning home as if nothing had happened, Michael prepared for Halloween night.
His sister, Judith, was supposed to take Michael trick-or-treating, while his mother went to work. After their mother left, Judith outwardly refused to take Michael, choosing instead to go upstairs with her boyfriend, Steve Haley. Before Halloween night was over, everyone in the house except for Michael & Angel, were dead. Deborah returned home to find Michael sitting on the front porch, covered in blood, holding his baby sister in his arms. Inside were the bodies of Judith, Steve, and Ronnie. Judith had been stabbed to death multiple times, coming to die at the top of the stairs. Steve had been bludgeoned to death with a baseball bat in the kitchen. Ronnie was dead in his arm chair, taped to it with duct tape, and throat slit, and his chest & face stabbed several times.
In what was to become one of the longest trials in the state's history, Michael was found guilty of first degree murder, and sent to Smith's Grove Sanitarium, under the care of Doctor Samuel Loomis. Things went well for a time, and Deborah regularly visited her son, who claimed no memory of the murders he had committed. After a year, things became rocky once again, when Michael began to fixate upon making papier-mache masks, and refused to speak to anyone, including his mother. After witnessing Michael killing a nurse in cold blood during a visit around Christmas, Deborah can no longer handle the stress of the situation, and takes her own life, committing suicide by gunshot in the family home.
This was, really, when life became a whole new world for Angel Myers, soon to be Laurie Strode.
When Sherriff Leigh Brackett arrived to the call of shots fired, he discovered the scene of Deborah Myers' suicide. Crying in her crib just upstairs, was Angel Myers. Leigh found himself unable to watch this young baby growing up with the stigma of her family name, the reputation of her brother Michael, while passed around in local foster care. He wrote the report, leaving out any mention of the infant girl, and drove her to the next town over, leaving her with an orphanage. Only a few months later, Leigh Brackett was shocked to discovered that the baby girl had been adopted by his good friends Mason & Cynthia Strode, who had been looking to adopt a child for a number of months. The Strodes named her Laurie.
Life for Laurie from that point on, up until she turned seventeen, was perfectly normal, and enjoyable. She was never made aware of her adoption, and the Strodes never made any intention to mention it. She was raised as their daughter, as if she were blood, and they were happy together, a genuinely happy family. However, on Halloween night of that year, everything changed for Laurie again.
Completely unaware of her blood family, including her brother, Laurie knew no alarm when Michael Myers escaped from Smith's Grove Sanitarium just before the approaching holiday.
Laurie pays no heed to the approaching danger, not even aware of it's presence. She doesn't think much of the strange man watching she and her friends walk home from school that afternoon. With nothing much to worry about, she heads out on Halloween night to babysit Tommy Doyle. One of her best friends, Annie Brackett, manages to wrangle her into also watching her assigned child, Linday Wallace. Thinking things could only go well, Laurie was incredibly wrong.
Michael had not only escaped from Smith's Grove, but also returned to Haddonfield. On Halloween night of that year, he murdered several more people; most notably, both of Laurie's adoptive parents, her best friend Lynda Van Der Klok, Linda's boyfriend Bob, Annie's boyfriend Paul, and very nearly Annie as well. He stalked Laurie that night, through the Doyle house, and the street of their childhood home. Eventually, he cornered her there, in the basement. Without the use of his verbal communication, he attempts to show her a photo of them together as children, given to him by their mother during his early days at Smith's Grove. Knowing nothing of who she really is, Laurie is simply confused, and terrified.
In a final show down, Doctor Loomis arrives to take care of Michael, but is easily subdued. In a final show down between siblings, Laurie and Michael fall through the upstairs window of their old house, landing in the backward. Taking the magnum belonging to Doctor Loomis, Laurie shoots Michael in the head, at point blank range.
She wandered the town, injured & blood soaked, until Sheriff Brackett finally found her, in a total state of shock, rambling about how she had just killed a man.
One year passed from those horrifying events, and it's Halloween again in Haddonfield.
Deciding not to return to school to complete her final year, Laurie moved in with Sheriff Brackett, and her his daughter, Annie, whom had managed to survive the attack on the previous Halloween. Laurie got a job at a local music store, where she met two like-minded girls to befriend, named Harley & Mya. In the following year, between recovering from her wounds [some of which required plastic surgery], working, attending therapy, and trying to stay sane, Laurie became a different girl than what she once was. She had become, over the course of the year after the events on Halloween, a girl going to a much deeper, and darker, portion of her psyche.
With another Halloween approaching, Laurie was becoming gradually more anxious. Michael's body had gone missing after being collected by the coroner last year, although he was still presumed dead. He had to be, didn't he? His corpse would have to show up sometime.
Things were going surprisingly well for Laurie up until the day of Halloween, yet again. Mya & Harley had convinced her to attend a costume party with them, but on the way to run some errands that day, Laurie noticed a book display in a local store. It was the newest novel by Doctor Samuel Loomis, the second which he had published about Michael Myers, whom he had studied for years at Smith's Grove. This book was meant to cover the events of the previous Halloween. Knowing what was in this book, Leigh Brackett had intended to keep it's contents away from Laurie. However, her morbid curiosity led her to purchase a copy, and her life was turned upside yet again as she read the truth within.
She was the baby sister of Michael Myers. Her real name, Angel Myers.
Within it's pages lied every bit of truth about her blood family, what had happened, what she had been part of, born into. In addition to that, Loomis was clearly exploiting the deaths of her parents and the other victims, in order to sell his novel. It disturbed Laurie greatly, although not as much as it disturbed her that other people had known about this, and kept it from her. Storming back home to the Brackett residence, she gathered her things to leave, and stormed out, telling Annie to let her father know that: "Angel says fuck you."
Arriving at the apartment of Mya & Harley, Laurie asks if she can stay with them for the night, and before long, eventually breaks down and reveals the book to them, as well as her true identity. Wallowing in despair and disgust, Laurie insists that she wants to go out & party, anything to get her mind off of how incredibly traumatic her life is, and continues to become. Her friends agree, and the three set out in costume.
Little does Laurie know that Michael is on his way, and intends to make a surprise stop at the party. He wasn't quite as dead as everyone thought, it seems. However, this never gets to be an issue for the youngest Myers this year; shortly after her arrival at the party, and several drinks later. Laurie blacks out. When she awakes, there is a hint of cinnamon upon her tongue, and a lot more fucked up things to worry about, including the strange room that she is laying in.
It seems that the situation could actually get worse. Go figure.
Personality:
When one simply glances at Laurie, you may see the cute girl next door, but in reality, when you get to see the deeper side of her, she is a touch of that, but so much more. Throughout the majority of her life, Laurie was a lovable and caring individual. She was happy, helpful, and quiet. She wasn't quite a recluse, but she was definitely the more modest of her friends. Additionally bubbly, optimistic, and friendly, she was always a good student, and a somewhat naive and innocent individual. At the age of sixteen, she still had not had a first boyfriend, and claimed not to lie. Heights of excitement for her included studying, and babysitting.
To her friends, Laurie was always true, and there when they needed her, as much as she could be. They were very important to her, and she would do anything for them, to take care of them, or look out for them. Even risking her own life. She was intelligent, and witty, with a good sense of humor; a joy to have in the classroom, with edgy smarts, and without an ill will toward almost anyone. Although she could sometimes to pressured by her friends to give in to some actions there sometimes went against her morals, and although she did love to tease her mother, she was an over-all good girl.
This was all, of course, before Michael Myers tore her entire world apart on Halloween night.
Michael's initial attack robbed her not only of her parents & one of her best friend, but also robbed her of a piece of her sanity, and definitely her peace of mind. When Michael returned to Haddonfield, he not only managed to physically damage Laurie, but also mentally leave her scarred. She was left haunted by visions, and nightmares, which seemed never-ending. Out was the simply quiet good girl, and in was the introverted cynic. Attending mandatory therapy to deal with her issues, Laurie was still left with more than her fair share of problems regarding the previous Halloween night.
Laurie went from friendly and outgoing, to moderately depressed, as well as paranoid. She began to worry about small things, and become increasingly upset by them. Experiencing fits of ups and downs, slipping into dark moods. It was hard for her to deal with day-to-day life for a long time. It didn't help that, despite the fact that she had killed her attacker [something else she felt conflicted over; taking a human life], she still felt terrified of his potential return. Even when it seemed illogical, and impossible, that such a thing could be possible.
She drastically changed her formerly quaint wardrobe and decorating tastes, into a more dark & grungy theme. Where Laurie was previously somewhat innocent, she began taking up recreational drinking & smoking after her attack. Pessimistic and cynical, she spent the year struggling hard with the changes facing her, and her life. She felt like a different person, not herself, and that was partially true. Laurie Strode, as people knew her in Haddonfield, was dead to her.
She felt like someone new. She lost her taste for meat, in any form, and became increasing moody, even sometimes lashing out at her friends. She was haunted with frequent bouts of guilt over the death of her parents, as well as Lynda. She didn't feel as encouraged to do well, nor did she feel the drive to do well, and so she didn't bother to attend her last year of high school, where she had previously been top student, almost never missing a day of class. She instead went for work at a local music store, a more practical plan, in her opinion.
Laurie prides herself upon being practical, safe, and living in the moment, after all that she has been through. In her opinion, you can just never tell when everything might go to shit.
Biggest Fear: After all that she has gone through in the last two years of her life, Laurie's biggest & greatest fear in the world is her own brother, Michael Myers.
Powers: Nothing of particular note. At most, she's got a logical mind, some small experience in firing a gun, and is used to running/defending herself from terrifying things.
SAMPLES:
Third Person:
Running, running, running.
There was blood in her eyes, running into her eyes, making her squint against it, making her try to blink it away in her haste. She couldn't feel a portion of her hand, and she wasn't sure why at this point. She didn't have the time, or the courage, to look down and see what the problem was. She didn't want to know, she just wanted to run.
Running, running, running faster.
Her leg was killing her, she could barely put her weight onto it, the fall had really done a number on her, and still she was running, trying to run. Mixture of blood, and now rain, pelting against the tender flesh of her face. It was hard to see, with one eye swollen partially shut on her left side, and so much blood dripping into the other. Her hair was matted with it, thick and crimson, and her clothes were stained. Even the rain wouldn't wash it away. Some was her's, some was Annie's, some was his. That man.
She killed that man.
His blood had splattered into her face, in her mouth, she had tasted it. His blood tasted like her blood, salty and coppery, repulsive to all of her senses, slimy and slick, dripping off of her chin. She screamed until she couldn't scream anymore, her vocal cords felt tight, like they'd never work again. There were tears now, too, stinging the cuts on her cheeks, stinging her split lip, sliding down with ease, blending with the rain, the blood, the upset.
Running, running, running.
She had to get away, because what if he got up? What if he got up, exactly as he had done every time before? How many people had he killed? He was a behemoth, hulking and horrifying. He was most certainly the boogey man, if ever Laurie could conceive an image of such a creature. He was, most definitely, the boogey man.
What did the boogey man want with her?
She was old now, too old for fairy tales, beyond the age of being scared by things like that, beyond the age of believing in foolish childrens stories. She didn't believe in the boogey man. She hadn't believed in the boogey man since she was seven, and had given her father an entire list of reasons why something so stupid couldn't exist, and he wasn't going to scare her with it.
She believed now.
The boogey man came to Haddonfield, and he wanted her, and daddy was dead, he wasn't going to protect her now.
Run faster, lights flashing, red and blue.
She can't stop now, even when she hears it, hears Brackett calling to her, telling her it's okay. He's pulling up beside her, his lights are flashing, the police are coming. Those lights. Fucking gumballs, that's what Annie calls them. Annie, where is she? Is she okay? Laurie doesn't know. She wanted to help her. God, she tried.
She doesn't stop running, running, running until Brackett takes hold of her, puts himself in front of her to stop her, and she stares at him, and she doesn't know what to say, her words, her mind, it's all mixed up. It hurts everywhere, she doesn't think she can explain to him, but he's concerned, she wants to let him be at peace, know she's okay. As okay as she'll ever be after tonight.
"I killed that man. He's dead."
First Person:
Michael.
Michael Myers.
That.. that fucking psycho is my brother? He couldn't be my brother. He couldn't be, he isn't. I don't want to hear it.
This isn't fair, it's not fair.. haven't I been through enough? Haven't I paid enough?
Lynda, mom, dad.. everyone.. it was all my fault, he was looking for me.. and he was looking for me, because I'm his fucking sister. I need to get it off of my chest. I need to say it. I have to hear it, because it's so incredibly fucked up, so many kinds of fucked up, I don't know what else to do, except repeat it.
Michael Myers is my brother.
Michael Myers is my fucking big brother.
And he wanted me, he killed all of those people, because he wanted me.
He wants me.
Fuck, this is so.. I bet he has something to do with this, being here, this place.
He's here, I know he is.. he's so fucked up, who knows where he has me now, and no one is going to find me, are they? Is this another place I don't know about? Maybe I should have finished that fucking book. Maybe this is my childhood nursery, and no one wanted to tell me, haha? I don't fucking think so.
I don't know what I think anymore.
I don't fucking know.
Notes: Just as I noted above, I'm taking Laurie from toward the end of Rob Zombie's second Halloween film. I'll be following his canon, and his story [2007 & 2009 remakes respectively], rather than the original series by John Carpenter, circa 1978. This Laurie is still a teenager, and has grown up in modern times, and none of the Carpenter canon beyond the first movie are of any relevance. I'm not going to be getting into the sub-plot with her having a daughter, growing up to be the headmistress of a school, etcetc, that happens in later movies. Right now, she's just a scared eighteen year old girl. Also, as such I will be using Scout Taylor Compton as my play-by, rather than Jamie Lee Curtis.