Post by Laurie Strode on Feb 20, 2024 6:19:43 GMT
Laurie Strode
Name: Laurie Strode
Nickname:
Canon or OC: canon
Fandom: Halloween
Age: 65
Species: human
Name of Homeworld: Haddonfield, Illinois
Sexuality: tragically straight
Face Claim: Jamie Lee Curtis
Please make sure you write out the following in your own words.
Appearance:
Laurie is one of those old people who look like she's made of leather and paranoia- as one might expect, after spending her life trying to prepare to have to take Michael Meyers down. She's thin, but heavily muscled, and her torso is covered in scars from her fights with Meyers over the years. She keeps her gray hair fairly short.
Weapons: (Do they carry any weapons? If not leave blank)
Laurie does not always carry these, but if she's travelling or doing anything potentially dangerous, she carries: a shotgun, a hunting knife, and a pair of sturdy, sharp knitting needles with thick, washable yarn that can be used as a garotte in a pinch
Powers/Magic(You are allowed up to four.) N/A
Physical Abilities:(Enhanced speed, strength ect.)
Weaknesses:(At least five, Please note candy and cute girls are NOT valid weaknesses)
- holy god how much scar tissue can one woman have in her torso and function? Slightly less than she has, at least
- alcoholic
- obnoxious and disliked
- short temper
- bad at being a functional adult
Likes:(At least five.)
- bourbon
- competence
- taking care of people
- her truck
Dislikes:(At least five)
- halloween
- people who kill for fun
- people who think she can't do her job because she's an old woman
- bullies
- the rules of polite society
Friends/Relatives:
- Allyson Nelson (granddaughter)
All others dead
Significant Other/Love Interest:
twice divorced, Frank Hawkins the only living love interest
Portrait of a Final Girl
The Honor Student
Up until that one fateful Halloween, Laurie Strode’s life was… while not idyllic, reasonably close. Her father owned a successful real estate agency, she grew up in a small, closeknit midwestern town, in a nice home with her own room. Despite being a bit of an introverted nerd, she had close friends in the popular crowd, and excellent relationships with the kids in the neighborhood-a big benefit for a frequent babysitter.She was on the honor roll, she had dreams of going to college in the first generation where she could reasonably expect to make a career for herself. Laurie hadn’t figured out her dating life yet, unlike her friends, but all in all, everything was going well. She was a polite, well respected girl who everyone thought was destined for great things.
Halloween, 1978
Laurie’s 17th Halloween had every sign of being uneventful. She and her best friends all had to babysit that night. They had big plans to bring their boyfriends over after the kids went to bed, but Laurie just had her books, her knitting, and little Tommy Doyle staying up way past his bedtime with her. Sure, she thought she’d seen a shape in the bushes or behind the clothesline, but at worst it was probably just a prank.Most of the horrors of the evening passed without notice for Laurie and Tommy, other than one friend dropping off the girl she’d been babysitting to look for her missing boyfriend. Still, no one expected anything sinister from a teenage boy going missing on halloween night- at least not until Laurie went looking for her missing friend, at which point the horrible reality asserted itself. Her friends and their boyfriends were all dead, displayed in macabre ways that would haunt the nightmares of Haddonfield’s residents for decades.
Laurie rushed back to the children in her care, pursued by the shape she’d seen earlier that day. What followed was a messy, desperate fight for her life, with Laurie landing blows that should have been fatal and Michael just… continuing on attacking. She’d been certain she was going to die, and had decided that at minimum she would take him with her. That was when Dr. Loomis showed up and shot Michael repeatedly, knocking him out of the second story room the two had been fighting in and onto the ground, where he vanished into the night.
Laurie was taken to the hospital for her injuries, and was told the nightmare was over. Little did any of them know that Michael Meyers was still coming. Laurie did not get much rest or recovery in the hospital that night, as he wasted no time methodically wiping out the employees present on his way through. No one was ever sure why- Loomis’ theory that Laurie was his adoptive daughter proved to be merely an error of paperwork. For whatever reason, he faced Laurie down yet again, and this time was successfully apprehended. He was taken to another institution, and Haddonfield believed itself safe again.
After the Boogeyman
All it had taken was one horrific night, and Laurie’s world would never be the same. At first, people were sympathetic. They sent flowers, gave her hugs, carried her books until her ankle healed. But the more time passed, the more everyone around her seemed to expect the old Laurie back. She didn’t know how to tell anyone that she would never be the same.When sweet little Laurie went off to college, she had more freedom to plan her own life- and she did. She took self defense classes, bought a gun, took FBI placement exams, started drinking, and decided once and for all that nothing and no one would make her a victim again.
Unfortunately for everyone, that was not the end of the story. The FBI decided she was too unstable to be an agent, although they were willing to hire her as an analyst. She got married, had a child, but lost the former to divorce and the latter to child services, who did not seem to think raising her daughter Karen to know how to shoot and fight and make bombs was in her best interests. Laurie wanted to disagree, but couldn’t. In retrospect, the rebound husband wasn’t in anyone’s best interest either, but divorce and a stern warning that she’d shoot him if he ever showed his face near her again dealt with that.
After that, it was just Laurie and her work and her loneliness, keeping a close eye on Michael Meyers’ status at his institution and watching her daughter’s life from a distance. That’s how her life went for decades, living alone in her fortified compound on the edge of Haddonfield. Her daughter grew up, got married to a much nicer man than Laurie had ever managed to attract, had a daughter of her own. Laurie was mostly not allowed contact, but as Allison grew, she decided she wanted to know her Grandma. They texted, occasionally meeting up for a brief chat or a handover of a birthday present or just a warm hug.
And then, Michael Meyers was scheduled to be transferred to a new facility on Halloween night, and Laurie knew that the boogeyman was coming back.
The Return
Halloween, 2018. Two podcasters from England came to interview first Michael, then Laurie. They showed him his old mask, tried to bribe Laurie to face him again, and were two of the first victims of Michael’s latest crime spree after his escape from the transport. Dr Sartain, another of Michael’s doctors and Loomis’ successor, came to Haddonfield, claiming to be there to help defeat him. Laurie and Frank, one of the cops who’d rescued her forty years ago, reunited to stop his latest killing spree, teaming up with Sartain. They had no reason to distrust him, after all.Dr. Sartain had other interests. In the chaos of that night, trying to gather Karen’s family and get them to safety, he went out with Frank to look for Allison, who’d been at a school dance. They found Allison, but they also found Michael, and that’s where everything went sideways. Sartain attempted to kill Frank to protect Michael, trapping Allison in the back of Frank’s cruiser with the (thankfully unconscious) killer. He wanted to ‘help’ Michael, to delve into his world and find out what was going on in his head. He drove the three of them to Laurie’s house, assuming that was where Michael wanted to be.
Allison got lucky. Michael had no interest in Sartain’s plans. She escaped while he was killing the doctor, fleeing to her grandma’s house- where her parents had already taken refuge. Laurie had spent decades making her home the perfect battleground for the shape from her nightmares, and she would do whatever it took to protect her daughter and granddaughter.
No one but Laurie knew that the basement was not a safe room as presented, but a trap. The only way to get Michael somewhere was to put a tempting victim there. Three generations of Strode women teamed up to lure Michael to the basement and trap him, before Laurie revealed the full trap. She’d rigged her own house to burn, having modified her own gas line to vent all over the house when she flipped a valve. The house burned and Laurie, Karen, and Allison headed to the hospital so they could treat Laurie’s injuries. It should have ended there, but Michael Meyers never stops.
Firefighters showed up to extinguish the flames and accidentally let him out, costing all of them their lives. Laurie was rushed into surgery, believing that Michael was dead. Frank, miraculously still alive, ended up in the bed next to hers, enjoying a quiet moment together before reality came rushing back in. In another life, that might have been the start of something between them. In this life… Michael wasn’t dead, and there was work to be done. Tommy Doyle, no longer a child, had rallied a bunch of locals to hunt down Michael in Laurie’s absence. Allison had opted to go with them. Worse, another escapee from the transport Michael had escaped from came to the hospital looking for help- and was mistaken for Michael. Laurie, one of the few people who’d ever seen his face, tried to warn them that he was innocent, but no one listened.
Haddonfield had gone from a scared town of victims to an angry mob, incapable of listening to sense or thinking through their actions. The escapee jumped to his death trying to escape them, the mobs died or came up empty handed, and Michael was going where they should have expected him to go all along- his old home once again.
Laurie couldn’t leave the hospital, but Karen could- and did, rushing to the Meyers house in an attempt to save Allison. She’d never know precisely what happened, but Karen died and Allison lived, leaving Laurie now her only living relative.
Starting Over
Allison wasn’t exactly too young to fend for herself if needed, but Laurie decided that after the chaos of that night she needed a fresh start. She bought a normal house for herself and Allison, started writing a book, supported her granddaughter through nursing school, and (mostly) stopped drinking. The two of them built a new life together as the weirdo victims of Michael Meyers. It was nice. Domestic, even. Laurie had almost started to believe that she could actually be happy.And then she met Corey Cunningham. A kid he’d babysat in high school had died in a bizarre accident the year after Michael’s re-emergence, and ever since people had treated him as though he’d murdered the kid on purpose. Laurie found it disgusting.
She found him at a gas station being tormented by teenage assholes. She chased them off, encouraged him, and took hm to the clinic where Allison worked to get his minor injuries looked at. She’d hoped that he and Allison would hit it off, thinking it would help the two of them to have each other.
She had guessed right that they’d hit it off, but she didn’t have much time to enjoy her win, as she seemed to have been too late to help Corey. People around town who’d hurt or offended Corey or Allison started dying, and Laurie suspected. She then visited his mother, whom he still lived with, and she was sure. His mother was an absolute monster, and Laurie had been too late to save him from the same fate.
She tracked him down in the empty house that he’d babysat in one fateful night- another sign that something wasn’t right. She found him sleeping on top of the bloodstain. Laurie… may have lost her cool. She was only human after all, and she was terrified for Allison and for Corey himself, that she’d tried to help. She had intended to offer to help him, and she did. But… she also told him he couldn’t have Allison. It went badly. Unbeknownst to her, Corey had told Allison about the conversation, from his point of view. Allison was furious at Laurie for overstepping, and without knowing what she knew, Laurie couldn’t clear things up.
Worried that she’d ruined everything, she sat down to weigh her next move. For a moment, she genuinely considered suicide. But then… she heard footsteps that were definitely not Allison’s. Someone was in her house. She called 911 and loudly reported a suicide, then shot her gun at the wall, hoping to lure whoever it was out. Corey, clad in Michael’s mask, opened the door to see if she was truly dead. Laurie shot him, unsure who was in the mask but very aware that nothing good could come of someone sneaking into her house wearing it.
They fought, with words and bullets and his knife, Laurie frustrated and betrayed by this boy she’d only ever wanted to help and him too lost in his own anger to think of anything else. Allison came home as the fight wound down, and Corey pulled out the only thing left to do, assuring Laurie that “if I can’t have her, no one will.” He stabbed himself in the throat just before Allison walked inside, making sure Allison would think she’d killed him.
Laurie watched her granddaughter scream, cry, and storm out, unable to do anything for her. Knowing that the only thing to do was let her cool down and hope she’d listen, Laurie headed into the kitchen to wait for the arrival of the police she’d called. The horrors of the night were not over, however. Michael wanted his mask back.
A lifetime of training saved her life. She had just enough warning to hide, just enough quick thinking to put something in the microwave to distract him, and just enough strength to resist when he grabbed her by the hair and tried to force her hand into the garbage disposal. She pinned Michael to the kitchen table by plunging a knife through both hands and another in his heart. He kept fighting through that, after she dropped her fridge on him, and almost had Laurie before Allison came back and broke Michael’s arm, stopping him from continuing to strangle her. Together, the two women kept him pinned while Laurie slit his wrists and waited for him to bleed out.
When the police arrived a few minutes later, they found both women with the corpses of the killers. They tied Michael’s corpse to the top of Allison’s car and drove it to the junkyard with a processional of townsfolk as both guard and witness, before throwing the corpse into the woodchipper- the only way anyone felt sure he wouldn’t somehow come back.
Allison left town not long after, moving away to find a life away from the shadow of Michael Meyers and leaving Laurie to figure out what to do with her own life now that Michael was finally gone.
About you.
Rp Alias: Gale
Pronouns: They/Them