Actually Laurie Bio

**Name:** ~~Cynthia Myers~~ Laurie Strode
**Gender:** Female
**Physical Description:** 5'7", long faced, tired looking. She looks like she doesn't sleep very much, and is constantly looking back over shoulder. Her blond hair is a little dainty looking and sort of floats around her head, and it catches the light in fun and exciting ways. Her eyes are a pale green color and she always has a wary look to her. She's constantly looking around for exits and weapons, anything that could be used to her advantage if she had to. She dresses plainly (save for one admittedly hideous sweater), though it looks a little dated. It's still comfortable enough for her to move in. Her clothes *are* a little torn, but she lives with it.
**Personality:**Laurie's quiet and studious, willing to keep her head down and do what she has to do. While she will put herself on the line for others that she deems worthy of dying for (usually those younger than her that she sees as needing protection), she has long since come to terms with the fact that she's supposedto be the sole survivor. While to some, this may seem cruel, she mostly sees it as a means to an end. She's been alive for way too long to die now. She's brainy and willing to share her knowledge with others, though she can be sarcastsic about it if she thinks you should know better. She's very observant and tries to be the voice of reason (especially after she failed to listen to her voice of reason and got hurt over it), but after one try, she knows when to keep her head down and go about her own business.
**Any extra information:** If you mention her being related to Michael, she'll decisive strike you in the gut. She's bi, but doesn't talk about it ever. She misses her family very much.

**Sample**

This place reminded her of home. Inherently, it was wrong- Redundant hallways and rooms without any furniture, but at it's core, it was the same street. Laurie wondered if it was pulled from her brain one day as part of an eternal torment. It would make sense, if that was the case- it would explain why he was still following her around after all of this time. Just nightmares upon nightmares until she didn't feel like trying to sleep anymore.

Except, that wouldn't make much sense, would it? Sure, it would explain why he was hanging around, but you don't dream about people you've never met before. Laurie's met enough new people that she had to be sure that this wasn't a dream. These are people that have come long after her, that she wouldn't have met in Haddonfield. If that's the case, then how did she get here? Where is she? This isn't her home, but why did it look so much like it?

It didn't matter. Right now, it couldn't matter. She had to keep going. What would happen if she dropped the ball? She didn't know. She didn't want to know. She worked in the house she fought her way out of so long ago, keeping an eye out of the window to make sure that she wasn't being watched.

At one point, when she looked out of the window, she swore the Boogeyman stared back.

Laurie bit back the urge to scream.