forum Obsessed One-on-one RP (CLOSED; STALKERS ALLOWED)

Started November 11, 2018 by @amber_is_in_a_loop

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"Leave me alone." The woman hissed, pushing all fear from her voice. "I am getting out of here and I am calling the police. Why. Are. You. Here?"

"Ask your daughter in law," Alice spat. Her vision was blurring, focusing on only one part of her surroundings: this godforsaken woman, this poor excuse of a human being. Alice reached up to Lorraine's throat.
"You think," Alice said quietly, tears streaming all of a sudden, "that you have the right to threaten me? After what you've done? Do you really think there's nothing I could report you for?"

Lorraine stumbled backwards, holding out her hands as if to defend herself. “My daughter in—“ Her mouth fell open, shock and horror dawning in her eyes. “Isobel?”

Alice slapped Lorraine hard across the face. "If you go anywhere near her I will personally make sure Keatons is raided and shut down," Alice spat.

The sharp slap jolted Lorraine into action. She grabbed hold of the deranged woman's wrists and shoved her back as hard as she could, turning and fleeing in the other direction.

Just barely stopping herself from falling over, Alice quickly regained composure and took off after her. Sprinting through the graveyard, twisting around graves, she barely felt her heart thrashing about. She was consumed by pain.

Lorraine stumbled back into the funeral, taking a brief moment to compose herself before scanning the crowd for Isobel. Locating her stepdaughter quickly, she ran forward and grabbed hold of her wrist. The young woman jerked back, caught of guard, and Lorraine took the opportunity to speak. “I need to call 911, now. Give me your phone.”

Lorraine was with Isobel. Alice sprinted up to them, yanked Lorraine away and punched her in the stomach. "This is for Jack."

Someone screamed. People’s heads turned. Lorraine yelled at them to run.

And through it all, Isobel just stood there, staring at Alice with a horrified expression on her face.

Alice whipped around at the scream. People were running. Away from her. Her heart skipped a beat; she… she was scaring them.
"Wait." She looked back around at Lorraine on the ground. Then burst out laughing– a cruel, shattered laugh. "YOU THINK I'M THE BAD GUY HERE?" she screamed at the scattered crowd, waving madly at herself. "DO YOU REALLY FUCKING THINK SHE'S THE VICTIM?" She laughed again, voice raw. She kneeled down next to Lorraine and took her by the chin, tilting the latter's head far back. A bland smile split Alice's face.

The yelling spurred Isobel into action. She wasted no time yanking the deranged Alice away from her stepmother, shoving her to the ground, grabbing Lorraine’s arm, and sprinting in the opposite direction.

Taken by surprise, Alice fell backwards. She caught on a corner of one of the caskets and a shooting pain flashed through her head. A loud buzz filled her mind and she slowly, gingerly sat up, feeling the spot where she'd hit her head. Her hand came away stained red.
She struggled to her feet and unstably took off after the two women, bleeding profusely, weaker by the step.

Ten minutes later, the two women were in a taxicab headed for their respective hotels, the police arriving on the scene. Isobel was completely silent, seeming to be in some kind of shock.

Funeral)

Unable to run, Alice was making little progress. And quickly she heard the screech of sirens in the distance. A terrified sob slipped out of her mouth and she increased her pace, ignoring the consistant bleeding of her wound. Her eyes were shutting, fatigue weighing her down. But she pressed on, no longer chasing: she was running.

Policemen and women climbed out of cars that had barely slowed to a stop. Orders were shouted, groups went out.

Back in the taxicab, Lorraine was fuming. "Isobel Davids, you owe me an explanation. Now. Why did that madwoman know you?"
Isobel's eyes, which had previously been glazed over, hardened. "I could ask you the same thing."

Her ankle gave way. She collapsed in the brush, drawing shallow breaths. Her back was coated in blood. She attempted to pick herself up and keep moving but, exhausted, the blood loss overcame her and she slipped into inconciousness.

Lorraine's voice turned cold. "Don't you dare use that tone on me."
Isobel, to contrast was burning with rage. "If you're just going to be a hypocrite and get mad at me because an insane woman attacked you for something you did, then don't bother talking to me."

Officers swarmed the area. It wasn't long before Alice was found, passed out in a bush.

Alice slipped in and out of consciousness as the policemen carried her back to their cars. She couldn't bring herself to wake as she was driven to the hospital.

Lorraine's grip tightened on her purse. "Be careful," she spat, a warning. "I am your legal guardian. I–"
Isobel wasn't having any of it. "I. Don't. Give. A. Shit. Tell me why Alice was trying to murder you."

Alice woke in a hospital bed, shackled to the iron frame. Her breath caught in the throat as she peeled her eyes open, head pounding.
She wasn't understanding the situation. How had she gotten here? She closed her eyes, trying to clear the pain and think to before she'd passed out.

(Sure, and that’d be useful
How’re you today?
Also, how far are we skipping?)