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GENERAL

NAME: Lisa Sherwood ALIAS(ES):  The hag, Grandma GENDER:  female AGE:  127 (38 at time taken by the entity) DATE OF BIRTH:  October 18th, 1890 OCCUPATION:  She’s laid off from killing until she’s buffed

APPEARANCE

EYE COLOR:  dark brown HAIR COLOR:  Dark brown HEIGHT:  4ft 11 SCARS:  her flesh is mostly scarred tissue with a mix of the entities touch to it BURNS:  yes from a blade when she was human (1000 degree knife can it cut through flesh and bone letS FIND OUT) OVERWEIGHT:  no UNDERWEIGHT:  yes

FAVORITE

COLOR:  Any Natural Color HAIR COLOR:  Dark hair EYE COLOR:  Dark eyes SONG:  N/A MOVIE:  N/A TV SHOW:  N/A FOOD:  Human flesh DRINK:  N/A BOOK:  N/A

HAVE THEY

PASSED UNIVERSITY:  No HAD SEX:  No HAD SEX IN PUBLIC:  NO GOTTEN PREGNANT:  NO. KISSED A BOY:  No KISSED A GIRL:  No GOTTEN TATTOOS:  Yes GOTTEN PIERCINGS:  Yes HAD A BROKEN HEART: No BEEN IN LOVE:  No STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS:  Yes

ARE THEY

A VIRGIN:  Yes A KISSER:  No SCARED EASILY:  No JEALOUS EASILY:  Yes TRUSTWORTHY:  Depends

DOMINANT:  Somewhat SUBMISSIVE: No IN LOVE:  No SINGLE:  Yes

RANDOM QUESTIONS

HAVE THEY HARMED THEMSELVES:  Yes THOUGHT OF SUICIDE:  Yes ATTEMPTED SUICIDE:  nope WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE: Yes DRIVEN A CAR:  No HAVE / HAD A JOB:  Yes HAVE ANY FEARS:  Claustrophobia 

FAMILY

SIBLINGS: 3 Brothers, 1 Sister OTHER FAMILY:  2 Nephews, 1 Niece PARENTS:  They Died CHILDREN:  N/A   PETS:  N/A

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Continued with @azarovsslayer

There’s very little she finds appealing about having her totems tinkered around with and taken by one of the others the only other she had been ‘willing’ to lend a few pointers in the art of ruin and devouring hope had come with an offering of his own to give her something for the times she was laid off from killing. It wasn’t something to help her in her pursuits of maiming and killing but she appreciated having the edge taken off and make some of the others in this place more bearable. 

‘If y’ didn’t bring nuthin’ you don’t git nuthin’  She’s not going to tell him how she manages to construct something that holds power like that, not without some sort of offering. (though to her nothing’s as good as a little bit of old moonshine from the Thompson’s family home)

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REMINDER TO SELF MAKE MORE IC ONS

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Local boy dyes his hair

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❛ I think we are going to like each other a lot. ❜

` ° * ✧ ° RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS PT 2. (accepting)

    ‘if that’s d’ case then get lost and let me sleep in peace, dat’s how you get me t’ like ya.’   She may be slumped together in his tier of useless killer but she still needs her sleep, and she still isn’t going to be friendly to any dick or sally and he’s definitely not going to change her mind just by claiming that their going to get along.

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begrimedchains replied to your post: begrimedchains replied to your photo: ...

I’ll saw'em off fer ya, but y'gotta choke'em down somewhere else.

 ‘It’s a lot easier d’en cuttin’ em off myself, y’ got a deal.’

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begrimedchains replied to your photo: @begrimedchains she eats dick if u know wat i mean...

Don’t show Phil or he’ll [NUT].

‘Phil can go get off on his weird kinks on his own time.’

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begrimedchains replied to your post: grandma’s back to sass 

Aw shit.

‘Don’cha seem happy t’ see me.’

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grandma’s back to sass 

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` ° * ✧ ° RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS PT 2.

❛ I wish that I could tell you. ❜ ❛ You should have stayed. ❜ ❛ Please don’t come looking for me. ❜ ❛ Just get out of here. ❜ ❛ I don’t know, I just don’t know. ❜ ❛ Why did you come? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Can’t break something that was already broke. ❜ ❛ Don’t fix something that isn’t broke. ❜ ❛ Why can’t you just butt out? ❛ I don’t need your help. ❜ ❛ I’m not here for you. ❜ ❛ You’re never here for me when I need you. ❜ ❛ Is that smell you? ❜ ❛ Can you please just stop already. ❜ ❛ I’m leaving you. ❜ ❛ I just didn’t want you to come around. ❜ ❛ Are you sure you’re okay alone? ❜ ❛ No, no, no, no —- I just checked it last night. ❜ ❛ Don’t worry, you’ll learn how to do it someday. ❜ ❛ I think we are going to like each other a lot. ❜ ❛ I just wanted to come and let you know. ❜ ❛ So, what are you going to do, now that you know? ❜ ❛ You have got to be fucking kidding me right now. ❜ ❛ Do me a favor and shut up already. ❜ ❛ Scratch the serial number off of it. ❜ ❛ I’m not wearing a mask. ❜ ❛ You act like it’s all my fault sometimes. ❜ ❛ I’m here for your pity party. ❜ ❛ You are in a lot of trouble, you know that right? ❜ ❛ You aren’t allowed in here. ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ You aren’t wanted around here anymore. Sorry. ❜ ❛ I can’t keep covering for you. What’s going on? ❜ ❛ Just tell me what’s wrong! Talk to me! ❜ ❛ There’s so many things I would’ve done differently. ❜ ❛ Stop crying about it and do something about it. ❜ ❛ Stop looking for the things worth dying over and find the things worth living for. ❜ ❛ So, prove them wrong. Thats the best way to do it. ❜ ❛ Don’t need anyone who doesn’t need me. ❜ ❛ Yeah, well, we all have our sob story so just save it. ❜ ❛ Don’t cry over me or for me, I’m not worth it. ❜ ❛ It isn’t cheating if you aren’t actually dating. ❜ ❛ You know what? That’s a good idea. ❜ ❛ You need to find someome better already. ❜ ❛ I’m not listening to your bullshit right now. ❜ ❛ Is that a freaking condom? ❜ ❛ It smells like sour milk in here for crying out loud. ❜ ❛ Am I really standing here witnessing this right now? ❜ ❛ I’m not a bad influence if it’s always your ideas. ❜ ❛ I never forced you to do anything. ❜ ❛ Are you really walking out on me? ❜ ❛ Come near me again and I’ll blow your head off. ❜ ❛ Treat me like the princess that I am. ❜ ❛ Just remember a lot of guys want what I’m letting you do right now. ❜ ❛ How can you possibly be in love with two people at the same time? ❜ ❛ Let’s just get out of here. ❜ ❛ Shhh, I’m going to key his/her car. ❜ ❛ There’s no one even here. ❜ ❛ I’m just saying, it sounds like a bad idea. ❜ ❛ Is that blood on your shirt? ❜ ❛ Oh my God, are you bleeding?! ❜ ❛ Jesus, don’t you ever get tired of doing that. ❜ ❛ You know they throw people in Asylum’s for doing that. ❜ ❛ You’re just looking for trouble, like always. ❜ ❛ Enough is never enough for you. ❜ ❛ I could never get tired of this. ❜ ❛ You’re so jumpy lately. ❜ ❛ I mean I feel bad but whatever. ❜ ❛ I have a reputation to maintain unlike you. ❜ ❛ Why are you staring at me? ❜ ❛ Stop feeding into his/her bullshit! Wake up! ❜ ❛ Are you on drugs or something? ❜ ❛ You have lost your fucking mind, once and for all. ❜ ❛ Yes, you summoned me. ❜ ❛ I’m not here to help you. I’m here to watch you struggle. ❜ ❛ Hey, cut it out already! I can hear the stupid TV. ❜ ❛ Are you seriously asking me this right now? ❜ ❛ Have you ever tried to count the stars? ❜ ❛ I should kill you right now! ❜ ❛ Don’t you dare walk away from me! ❜ ❛ I know where you live! Don’t forget! ❜ ❛ I just wanted to have a good time but no, you couldn’t let me, could you? ❜ ❛ This friendship has officially sunk, hope you’re happy. ❜ ❛ Are you satisfied now? You should be. This is what you wanted. ❜ ❛ I don’t get everything that I want unlike you. ❜ ❛ Must be nice to be that miserable all the time. ❜ ❛ Happiness is the most temporary thing in life. ❜ ❛ Everything happens for a reason, right? ❜ ❛ You can call me at any hour. Always. ❜ ❛ There’s nothing that I can’t do. ❜ ❛ You’re like a forty year old, like an old soul or something. ❜ ❛ Say it or I’ll cut your finger off. ❜ ❛ I will stab you right in the eye if you look at me one more time. ❜ ❛ Go ahead and look but don’t touch, unless you want a broken limb. ❜ ❛ I’m actually a serial killer. I’m not joking. ❜ ❛ You have such a morbid sense of humor. ❜ ❛ This is our time, come on, let’s have our time. ❜ ❛ Hey, want a hand with that? ❜ ❛ I almost forgot what that felt like. ❜ ❛ I just want to feel something. I don’t know what though. ❜ ❛ I need your help with something. ❜ ❛ I’m pissed off right now. ❜ ❛ Don’t go breaking my heart. ❜ ❛ Why do you build me and watch me fall? Is that fun for you? ❜ ❛ Well, I’m used to it by now, so take your best shot. ❜ ❛ I hate crying. It makes me mad. ❜ ❛ I really don’t want to be seen with you right now. ❜ ❛ Please, just don’t forget. Whatever you do. Don’t forget. ❜ ❛ You can’t catch me though. ❜ ❛ I know I said fucked up things and I’m sorry. ❜ ❛ Look, I’m an asshole. I don’t mean be to be. ❜ ❛ I’ll try not to be an asshole anymore. ❜ ❛ Any pocket knives or anything? ❜ ❛ Where’d you go? ❜ ❛ I’m going to turn myself in. ❜ ❛ Did you finish your cigarette yet? ❜ ❛ You can turn around and face the other way. ❜ ❛ It wasn’t worth it, was it? ❜ ❛ I have no idea what you said. ❜ ❛ Right now, you’re acting very weird. ❜ ❛ I don’t even know what that statement means. ❜

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This is my part Of an art trade with @marion-thorne ;v; hope u like it

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2017 / 20

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     In all honesty, the Entity’s newest recruit had little to worry about in the ways of unwanted squatters. Bill couldn’t count how many times he’d trudged home only to find Evan and Phil slouching on his porch, depleting him of his moonshine and seconds from the deed, otherwise known as the nasty. Pale Rose wasn’t exactly a paradise. There were no roses to be found sprouting out of the marshland, and the only pale things about it were the bleached wooden planks of boats beached in the mud. Everyone had unanimously agreed the place was more fucked than Haddonfield’s narrow chase lanes and endless hours spent in a Benny Hill chase around a house. Well, everyone except Evan, of course. Some legends, formulated from the impromptu break-rooms of desecrated shacks in which the killers crowded, say he’s still jerking off on a trapped rooftop while the rest of them skulked off to a place less suburban or muddy to gripe over the survivors’ streak of good fortune. The Nurse couldn’t seem to concentrate her teleportation through the mangrove tree roots well enough to catch up to spooked survivors while Wraith and Shape could spend hours stalking through the cattails without catching so much as a glimpse of their prey. The Crooked recalled the first time he’d sprinted across the moors after the faint sight of Meg’s ponytails bobbing in the gray mist. 

     The mud had caked onto the bottom of his boots and slowed his charge to a laughable lunge that ended with the ground slipping out from under him. He almost thought Jesus wouldn’t purr again with all the mud she’d swallowed thanks to his lack of grace on loose ground, but after giving her a good fingering through the gas-hole, she was right as rain. How the realm managed to remain so muddy without a drop of the stuff was beyond his comprehension, but then again, he wasn’t about to drop that suggestion to the Entity and ruin the charging grounds around his dry fields too. Really, the center boat is the only sanctuary left in the swamp, so naturally he barges in for a breather like many others before him forced to grapple survivors from between the planks of sinking docks.

     Tight quarters have never really been kind to him and his uneven silhouette, specifically door-frames built lower to the ground. While charging after Laurie on the second story of the ship, he’d blown himself back when Jesus’s chains struck the vessel’s declining rooftop. Making sure to duck this time around as he delves deeper into the boat’s core, he ignores the crunch of bones under his boots up until one fatal step near a triangle that he had a snowflake’s chance in hell spotting with his spotty vision, summons the hag herself out of the floorboards with a signature screech that would cause any maze game enthusiast to lose their load. He almost loses his footing on a lone femur, but quickly corrects his careening weight, bobbing back and forth as he considered the mud-clone and the moment it became flesh. Unwelcoming flesh at that—the same variety that flipped loaded monopoly boards out of nowhere and then wondered why none of the others tolerated her presence beyond what was required of them. Deeming the complete opposite of her demands to be worth his time, Bill lumbered after her graying heels until she twisted around to snap at him again. 

     “Why dontcha build a plank before y’ask me t’walk it?” As if she, at twice his height, is going to convince him to skedaddle. She isn’t. Not unless she shows that shark nature and takes a chunk out of his arm to reward his stubborn-mule act. “Don’t want no trouble, Short Stuff. Just passin’ through.”

Of all the potential pests that wound up in her territory on many occasions, she slightly less annoyed with the fact that it’s The Crooked, she could stand his sass and masturbation talk on any day versus the half choked wheezes that The Nurse offers, or the silent detest that’s shot in her direction every time the trapper spots her (obviously someone isn’t happy about having a trap buddy). Don’t even get her started on the shape he’s quiet unlike the others but that doesn’t excuse the creepy staring, wraith was the most tolerable other than The Crooked but they didn’t share much in common. other than they both were as ugly as a rotted tree. Yes all the killers held some sort of animosity between them since they were all competing to stay the entities favorite but there was more than one reason for her hate of visitors, mostly the fact that they never seemed to show up when they were wanted. Lucky for her it isn’t often someone so unfortunate winds up in her swamp, most certainly not with the size of this place and the muddy undertow that restricted their movements. It didn’t mean that she wanted anyone here when they did show up

 ‘Can y’ pass through more more quickly?’ She doesn’t screech the words but rather grumbles them, she’s not going to go for his throat yet but she’s not going to let herself be known as some pushover, next thing she knows she won’t catch a break, they’d probably start hosting game night in the basement or on the bow of the boat on her map. She had a hard enough time being excluded from their game nights as is (tossing a monopoly board across the room didn’t work sometimes).  She doesn’t want to have the entity pissed at her for taking out a chunk from one of her favorites, though maybe that would make her more of a threatening presence around this place. 

‘If yer not here on important business then why would y’ bother bein’ here.’  No one liked the swampy mud-pit she called home not even the survivors on the best of occasions, her fellow trap rival was the only one who could somewhat stand being over here with the thick brush to conceal his steel teethed traps. She knew it first hand too, she had stepped in enough of his traps to know that he had a day in the park littering them in the tall reeds and on the corners of the boat just out of sight. Which reminded her she needed to tell him to pick up his fucking traps when he was done she had enough trouble chasing survivors through the brush without the threat of his steel traps getting in her way.

‘Also tell Evan if I don’t see ‘im dat he needs to pick up his shit, i’m tired ‘f steppin’ in it.’

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"I don't mind swingin' by, long as yer not cookin'."

           ‘Fair ‘nough kid.’  Not many people enjoy the way she eats, human flesh after all isn’t for many but it reminds her of the day she broke free of that disgusting basement that smelled of infected and rotting flesh, except this time she’s not half starved and dying. 

            ‘But did y’ just assume I cook?’ He should know better, all she does is tear the flesh off their bones with her own twisted hands and teeth, there’s no cooking involved in that one, she didn’t even know how to cook.

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Are you going to braid Billy's back hair?

      ‘He wishes I were dat nice, he can ask Sally for dat one, cant’ guarantee she won’t choke ‘im out.’

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"Why dontcha go put a hex on Mike? And by a hex, I mean a bell around his neck. Tired of jerkin' it with an audience I ain't even aware of until I'm two thirdsa the way done."

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‘Just get d’ wraiths bell and tie it round his neck dat’ll work fine.’ She’s had her own experiences with the shape showing up in unwanted places often wandering around the swampy ruins only to end up watching her sleep on a pile of the crates. Now that was a sight she wasn’t fond of, sure she’s a killer and just as bad looking as he is but there’s one thing you never forget and that’s a pasty white mask staring back at you upon your waking moments.

 ‘Actually can we jus’ get rid of ‘im.’