PROFILE

[facilitated]

!basics	name: Laura Anne Hawley age/dob: 19 / 08.09.93 classification: Person of Interest abilities: facilitator marital status: Single orientation: Heterosexual current residence: Wayne County, IN

!personality

Laura is the kind of person that gets into arguments constantly. Headstrong and stubborn to a fault, she rarely admits that she is wrong and will never back down from a fight. Argumentative and opinionated are two words that have been used to describe her almost since she first learned to speak (unsurprisingly, her first word was "no") and these traits have only developed and stuck even further as she has grown up. Growing up as the youngest child, the only girl with two older brothers, Laura is a tomboy through and through. She is rarely squeamish - you would struggle to retain a trait like that growing up on a farm - and her speech patterns reflect her upbringing. She has more than a hint of the southern "hillbilly" accent that has surrounded her throughout her life, frequently curses and knows swear words in four different language. She talks fast, often without pausing for breath, and is always the one to have the last word. Not every trait of Laura is bad, however. She shows a strength of character that is rarely seen in a girl her age. She has determination and perseverance in leaps and bounds, as well as the personal motivation required to be able to make working unattended for her parents run smoothly. While her home life was littered with fierce arguments with her mother and constant petty fights with her older brothers, the family showed a fierce loyalty for each other that would last them through thick and thin. When her brother was killed in action in Afghanistan, the whole family ensured that no one was left alone for weeks. She bonded with her brother more in those few weeks than she had done in her twelve years with him, and it taught her the most valued lesson the had ever learnt: family always comes first. When she wants to be, or if she likes the person enough, Laura can be an incredibly sweet and kind-natured girl. It just requires taking a harder look at her actions. She may fiercely argue a point with you for days about who's turn it is to clean out the garage, but once the argument is finally over you will find that she has in fact already done it. Her sharp temper tends to push people away quite quickly, and she often struggles to make friends, but for people who are able to look past the initial barbs, they will find an incredibly caring and extremely trustworthy friend. favorites: cookies and cream ice cream, the colour green, rainy days, sunrise, animals pet peeves: vanilla ice cream, the colour red, hot and sticky days, night time, people who chew with their mouths open

!appearance

Laura is quite small in stature, weighing 92 lbs (largely due to her significant weight loss since the onset of the flu) and standing at just 5 ft 2 inches. She has dark eyes, and long brown hair that is, more often than not, tied back in a loose ponytail at the back of her head. She tends to complain a lot about her skinny arms and how they don't match up to the rest of her body, but (especially in the weeks since the strike of the superflu) the rest of her body is quickly catching up. She has always been a very slender framed girl, but driving from Indiana to Maine with a concerningly finite amount of canned food left in the back trunk, she has begun to look a little malnourished. She has deep bags under her eyes, a combination of lack of sleep and the physical exhaustion of survivors guilt. Although it won't take much care to get her looking back to her usual 'wholesomely' attractive appearance, her arrival to Lightport will find her anything but the image of a typical pretty girl. Growing up on a farm and, later on, working in the same environment, Laura has never care for fancy clothes. They just get dirty and ruined anyway, after all. She is usually seen in a simple tee shirt and jeans, usually accompanied by riding boots, but on the occasions that she gets out of the farm and goes out with friends she gives up the dirty worn clothes in favour of loose fitting, flowing shirts and knee length skirts. She has a collection of leggings to die for, ranging from simple black to space print. Her favourite item of clothing is a Mickey Mouse sweater that her Dad bought for her on their trip to Disney Land three years ago. Still at least two sizes too big for her, she hasn't taken it off since the day her father died. pb: Caitlin Stasey

!history

family: (all deceased) mother Louisa Anne Hawley (née Ballendine) father Henry Joseph Hawley eldest brother Sgt. Benjamin Joseph Hawley middle brother Joshua Robert Hawley personal history: Hawley Farm has been in the Hawley family for generations, so it was no surprise that when the eldest of the Hawleys, Henry, got married, he moved his wife and to-be eldest son Ben to the farm in Wayne County, Indiana. Here they settled down and had another son, Josh, and finally the youngest child, a daughter, Laura. The first girl to join the Hawley family in a long time, naturally everyone was overjoyed and the entire extended family joined in with treating the little girl like a princess for the first years of her life. It couldn't last forever though, not without turning her into a horrendously spoilt brat, and by the time Laura was walking by herself it was straight back to the no nonsense upbringing that her brothers had received. She had a very normal childhood. She helped out with the farm on weekends, went to school through the week. She had a few close friends, a few casual ones, and on the whole seemed like a very normal girl. It wasn't until her fifth year of elementary school that Henry began to notice the differences in his daughter and all the other girls. It wasn't exactly a well kept secret that Henry's grandmother, as old as she was, was more than a little bit batty at the ripe old age of eighty nine. Some of the more superstitious family members genuinely believed that Grammy Hawley could see into people's futures. Most of them thought of it as exactly what it was, an old woman's mad ramblings. When Laura came to visit aged ten and the old woman turned white, yelling her head off about the end of days, Henry paid it no mind. The woman was far past her sell-by date. There were other little clues, certain strange looks by the less respected folk in town. More importantly, Henry Joseph realised that there was something different with his daughter when two properly dressed men came to the door and questioned him for two and a half hours on everything from his family history and lineage to what colour socks his daughter had chosen that day. Exhausted but convinced that he had put the men off on their seeming determination to squirrel away at his family, Henry vowed then that he would do whatever he could to protect her. Laura grew up as a very loud and not at all subtle child, and her father realised just how hard the task was going to be. As her eldest brother, Ben, joined the military and was deployed to Afghanistan in 2003, it became harder and harder to convince her that staying home to run the farm was a good life choice. Ben was off in a strange country, Josh was planning which college he wanted to go to, and it just wasn't fair that she didn't get to go off and have fun too. On March 18, 2004, the unthinkable finally happened. As part of a military operation that came under fire and Sergeant Benjamin Joseph Hawley, along with two other soldiers, officially became casualties of war. No one in the Hawley family was left to do aything alone for weeks. Josh started helping Laura out with the menial tasks on the farm, leaving their father free to stay with their mother at the house. The two of them ran the farm by themselves for almost a month before their father finally emerged from the house alone and gave them a small nod. Talks of leaving the farm had long since disappeared. The months following Ben's death taught Laura one thing if nothing else: her place was here, at home with her family where she could take care of them. If no one else was going to do it (the news of Ben's death saw Josh throwing himself even harder into his athletics, more determined than ever to get that scholarship to UCLA) then it would just have to be her. Years passed, Laura dropped out of high school aged sixteen to start working full time and slowly the talk of leaving tapered down to almost nothing. Josh had left for UCLA and Laura had all but lost touch with him by the time he returned on the summer of her nineteenth birthday. She fought with him that summer, far nastier and more vicious than any petty argument they had ever had. He reprimanded her for settling, for blindly following Dad's misguided wishes and she called him a traitor and a deserter, accused him of abandoning their family. They both said awful things, things that neither of them meant, but the damage had been done. Josh left for California a week early, two days before her birthday, and they didn't speak again. Laura barely had enough time on her hands to sit down and watch the news, much less read a news paper, so the first she heard of a new flu epidemic was when her mother suddenly came down with an awful cold. Louisa never got sick, everyone knew that, but the county doctor wrote her up some antibiotics and told her to get plenty of rest, she'd be fine in a couple of days. Every day, she got worse. Repeated attempts to contact Josh failed to get through to him, and Laura wondered if it was her harsh words that had him cutting them off now, in their mother's time of need. Thirteen days later, Louisa died and it devastated her father. She finally went into his room after not seeing anything of him for three days, and the sight inside sent her reeling. The entire wall was covered in newspaper clippings, print outs of online articles, and copies of several death certificates. Her mothers was up there too. There was a map on the wall, covered in red pins with a few yellow dots, and as he took three off and used them to pin up new clippings, Laura cleared her throat. Henry almost fell off his carefully balanced position on top of the dresser, and upon seeing her he jumped down and grabbed her arms tight enough to hurt. She stared at the shaking, neurotic man that had replaced her father, and only barely listened as he started rambling on about a safe haven. Where exactly it was? Anyone's guess. Leaving her father at this point wasn't an option. She opened all the gates to the farm and hoped that the animals would manage to survive on their own. She didn't have much hope for them, but what other choice did she have. She was headed to Maine with her father, and all that they could take with them apparently was what they could fit into the 1983 Land Rover that had been promised to Laura for her twenty first birthday. With as many long life food items in the back as they could find, and armed with a rifle and seventeen boxes of ammo, Laura and her father began the drive to this "safe zone". They had front row seats to the demise of the world; the farther they travelled the less people they saw, and within two days they were driving on empty roads. They picked up gas at every station that they passed, until having any more in the car would become more hazardous than it was worth, and just kept driving. Laura didn't notice the symptoms until it was too late. Not that she could have done anything anyway, this so-called "Superflu" had no cure, and all she could do was hold her father's hand as he finally succumbed to the disease. It had taken six days longer than her mother, but somehow Laura wasn't surprised. With her mom gone, her dad was practically destined to follow. Hawley's didn't leave each other alone. Until now, anyway. Left in an unknown town with absolutely no clue as to where she was headed, Laura seriously considered turning around and heading back to California. Surely the flu hadn't spread that far, Josh would be there waiting for her and they could reconcile, things would be better. People couldn't hold grudges in the face of the impending apocalypse, surely. Then she remembered the map covered in pins, and felt sick to her stomach as she realised that the whole western coast had been covered in red dots. Her father had taken the last of the yellow ones out right in front of her. She truly was alone.

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