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[30 Aug 2006|09:56am]

enderline
[ mood | distressed ]

WHO: Lindie Enderline
WHERE: Old Silent Hill streets, headed for Alchemilla
WHEN: Night, after Abigail's post
OPEN TO: Anyone

It was dark. It was dark, and she could hear things in the shadows, noises that reached in and clawed at the hindbrain promising a death with claws and teeth. So she ran, because a moving target was harder to get.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

What had she gotten herself into? It was more than she could handle, that was certain. The town was insane, there were things living there, and the people were crazy. She wondered about the kid she'd driven in. Was he okay? Was he even alive now?

Or maybe he was crazy, too.

Maybe she was.

"Is anyone in this place sane?"

14 lost | walk in the fog

[22 Aug 2006|04:51pm]

letter_lostdays
[ mood | tired ]

WHO: Freddie Houghton
WHERE: Nathan Ave. / Neely St.; foggy
WHEN: Mid-morning (?)
OPEN TO: Anyone

That walk into Silent Hill took longer than she anticipated. The forest path was unkempt and overgrown. Following the proper trail was difficult and once or twice she snagged her foot on a rogue vine. She waited a minute to admire the beautious quiet of the cemetary, her fingers grazing the tombstone markings. When it was time to move on, she fumbled for the gate that would lead her into town. It stuck with slimy moss and she wrenched at it until the gate swung open with a groan.

Now she found herself on Nathan Avenue, a road that stretched endlessly before her. She had passed what appeared to be a fire station, although the place had fallen into such disrepair that it was clearly no more use to anyone. Assuming there were trucks still inside, they were probably covered in a thick layer of ashen dust, their engines corroded. Even the bricks that made up the station's foundation looked like they would crumble into nothing at the slightest touch. And then there was the fog.

Never before had she encountered all-encompassing mist. It shrouded everything - streets, cars - in a death veil. The very thought made her quiver.

'Resort my eye.'

She tightened her blazer around her waist. Something crumpled in her left pocket and her hand dove to retrieve the item. It was a picture of Faye. The last picture, in fact, that had been taken of her before she went missing. She was looking over her shoulder at the viewer, bearing a sweet half-smile. A little tiger puppet was draped over her hand, waving. It was an old doll she found in their parent's attic. It hadn't belonged to either of them growing up, but Faye brought it home anyway and propped it on the T.V. antenna.

Freddie numbly tucked the picture away and turned onto Neely, bracing herself against what little wind there was.

22 lost | walk in the fog

[11 Aug 2006|09:17am]

mark_of_samael
[ mood | depressed ]

Who: Alessa Gillespie
When: Nighttime
Where: Lakeside Amusement Park
Open to: Anyone

She couldn't find Lisa.Collapse )

All she could do was sit in the wheelchair in the fortuneteller's house (the one Mama always scoffed at, because only she knew the real future) and wait for Paradise to come and make everything Hell.

walk in the fog

[02 Aug 2006|11:51am]

blindbloodtears
WHO: Lisa Garland
WHERE: Just outside Alessa's room, Brookhaven
WHEN: It's getting hard to tell, these days...
OPEN TO: Anyone in Brookhaven

Ever since that other Alessa had shown up, things had been strange in the hospital. She no longer heard the other nurses talking in the halls, except for an occasional menacing growl. That man who had tried to kill her patient had also disappeared, though that wasn't particularily disappointing.

Lisa noticed that she was coming up with any reason to tell her patient why she had to go out, whether it was because she dropped a bottle on purpose, or because she thought she heard another intruder. Today was one of those days. The nurse in red told ehr patient that she needed to go discuss something with another nurse, and walked outside of the room.
12 lost | walk in the fog

[01 Aug 2006|09:22am]

xabstractangelx
WHO: Angela Orosco
WHERE: Heading towards Rosewater Park
WHEN: Afternoon
OPEN TO: Anyone

Angela paused, taking a deep breath and shaking her head gently, feeling her exhaustion getting the better of her. She gave in, sitting upon the roadside and hugging her knees to her chest, watching the ground. She was so tired, but she had to find her parents. Angela knew that they had sometimes gone to Rosewater Park; just for walks. Perhaps she could find them there, all perfectly okay. All safe, and unharmed by monsters and unphased by the fog.

She wanted so much for them all to be okay.

She knew she was doing wrong, sitting there and doing nothing to help her cause, but her efforts had been fruitless so far, and her legs were killing her. She wanted rest. She wanted the pain in her legs to go, but she knew she had to stop being selfish. She had to find them. What if they needed her help?

It wasn't like Angela could do much to help. She could hardly protect herself, let alone another person, but she'd try. She wanted to get up and move on; but she felt that it was seriously high time for some rest. She just hoped that no monsters would come along as she was waiting for the pain to ease.
9 lost | walk in the fog

[31 Jul 2006|06:16pm]
iamassumption
WHO: Walter Sullivan
WHERE: Back towards Boorkhaven
WHEN: Sometime in the afternoon. Its getting dark...
OPEN TO: Anyone on the street

FUCK he was getting sick of this. Walter wasn't normally one for irritated cursing or getting upset in general, but he figured that the world would grant his personality just once. There no longer was any doubt that this world was the one he'd created, his Silent Hill. Except it wasn't, it wasn't his. It was like his, it felt cold and damp and creeping, and something scratched at the edges of his brains that rattled and screamed like death, decay, and blood. This entire place was at an empass to a different world and for the life (or death) of him, he couldn't find a way to open the door. Maybe he didn't want to. If this strange Other Place was different and same from his, then what lay Beyond would no doubt be different and same as his.

Ther only people he'd run into had been those five females; the girl, the student (Carrie, she'd yelled at him in annoyance), the photographer, and the nurse who watched what she claimed to be Alessa. He shuddered a bit at the thought that maybe there were only women here with him. They'd been harmless enough, though that small one had been annoying, and the other two asked more questions than was good for them. And the nurse. Well. It was obvious what she was. But not so obvious what that thing in the tent was. Could it have been Alessa? He didn't know. He was going to go back, and he was going to get some answers. There didn't seem to be anyone else of the Order here, and if that 'Alessa' had been able to do those things to him that 'she' did, then maybe 'she' had the power to open that door. The nurse seemed afraid enough of her.
11 lost | walk in the fog

[24 Jul 2006|02:46pm]

stellar_compass
WHO: Evan
WHERE: Still at the café.
WHEN: Definitely nighttime.
OPEN TO: Anyone and everyone.

Evan had been in the café long enough. It was really time to get the hell out. As safe as it seemed, who knew how long it would be before that ghost came back? Or some other ghost, or one of those angel things she talked about, for that matter. “Next time,” he muttered as he shifted his pack and shrugged it on, “I get to pick where we hold the reunion.” He rose from his seat, hefted the chair he’d acquired as a makeshift bludgeoning weapon – all those years of watching WWE had paid off, apparently – and glanced around the place once more. He still couldn’t believe that there weren’t any other useful supplies in here…of course; he hadn’t really explored the other rooms in the café.

He wasn’t a huge fan of the prospect, but his need for whatever useful items could potentially be in those rooms outweighed his fear. Besides, it was dark out there, and while he would be okay as long as he had his flashlight, he wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit to go wondering around this place at night. Hefting the chair awkwardly up until he could kind of prop it against the side of his head and shoulder, he brought up his flashlight with his newly freed left hand and turned it on, holding it up in front of him as he crept towards the bathroom in the café. Not that he thought he’d find anything of use there, but…well, hey, in this town, he wasn’t making any assumptions. That much, he’d already decided, was absolutely key to survival.

His heart pounded so loudly in his ears he could have sworn there was a heavy metal drummer on speed beating out the wild rhythm. So much for horror movie rules, he chided himself silently. Guess that Jamie Kennedy guy from Scream just wasn’t persuasive enough. He just hoped he didn’t end up reenacting a scene from the Exorcist. Or from one of Romero’s Dead movies. Or…well, any horror movie he’d ever seen, really. What he wouldn’t give for some Disneyfied anthropomorphic animals right about now.
8 lost | walk in the fog

[18 Jul 2006|03:58pm]

sisterclaudia
Who: Cybil Bennet and Claudia Wolf
When: Late afternoon
Where: The outskirts of the town
Open to: Anybody


The unlikely pair, having successfully completed the acquisition of clothing, had stopped by at the Brahms Police Department. It had been virtually deserted. For the first time in about 20 years, there had been a bank robbery. There hadn’t seemed much point leaving a note for her superiors. If things went wrong, what would they do? Send in the cavalry? She’d really rather they didn’t.

This time, however, before setting off, she was going to be smart enough to pack the necessary supplies, despite Claudia’s insistence that God would provide. Chocolate bars, some handkerchiefs (because in that bastard Silent Hill place, the toilets never had any toilet roll), weapons, ammo, a light, a first aid kit…

“God will protect us from harm,” Claudia had observed, arching a (metaphorical) eyebrow.

“Is that a fucking yes or no? Do you, or do you not want a bulletproof vest?” Cybil could see this getting exasperating. She was glad they were taking the motorbike, because it meant that they would not be able to play any car games such as “Name that scripture passage”, and there would be a distinct lack of muffled God-related noises (and they would be muffled, because she had some duct tape).

It was vaguely sad, because there were a lot of officers she would like to have seen before she left.

“As good as these people’s intentions are, do they not realise that all honour and glory comes from God alone?” Claudia remarked aloud as she observed a half eaten doughnut impassively.

“Well we could use some of those good intentions along with us,” Cybil replied. “Assuming you can even get us in.”

“Then good intentions would turn horribly misguided, because your men would die. Silent Hill isn’t calling to them, it is calling you.”

Cybil rolled her eyes. “Men.” She scribbled in her notes that she’d received a call about a lead on a case, and was going to Silent Hill to investigate.

And so they departed from the station, Cybil not entirely sure if she would ever be back, and left for Silent Hill by bike. No matter how insistent the cop was, Claudia would not wear a helmet, but then again, where they were going, the last thing they had to worry them was concussion.
1 lost | walk in the fog

[14 Jul 2006|10:26am]

enderline
[ mood | curious ]

Who: Lindie Enderline
When: Late morning/early afternoon
Where: Near the church
Open to: Anybody

The town was... weird. Moreso than the rumours and stories had described. There was the layout, for one- there were buildings, streets, whole blocks that weren't on the map, or were in the wrong place. She was pretty sure she'd passed two different "Heaven's Night" stores. And then, there were the roads...

Some were blocked off by huge, covered scaffolds. Some, the roads had caved in. Some were barricaded by junk. Some just dropped off sharply, chasms whose bottoms were obscured by the fog.

She'd taken shots of everything. She had no idea what was going on, but it was one hell of a crazy ride.

Now, she just had to find that church the guy had mentioned.

A crazy patchwork town with a weird cult... you can't make this stuff up.

24 lost | walk in the fog

[13 Jul 2006|09:34am]

runawayalot
[ mood | determined ]

Who: Laura
When: Daytime
Where: Nathan Ave., headed into South Vale; Foggy Silent Hill
Open to: Anyone

It was day 2 of her quest in the town proper, and she still hadn't seen Mary anywhere. But it was a big place. Laura read over the letters she'd taken from the hospital again.

Well, I'm alone there now...

In our "special place"
Waiting for you...


She'd written that to James. Not that he'd ever go. He didn't see her in the hospital when she was nearby, so why would he bother to try to find her when she was in another town?

So, it was up to Laura to find her.

Special place... She tried to think back to the places Mary had described. Maybe the park? There was that photograph of Mary by the lake there, smiling...

There were just so many places here. Well, she'd check them all. If Mary was waiting, she'd have to be somewhere.

12 lost | walk in the fog

[07 Jul 2006|05:20pm]

just_a_legend
[ mood | thoughtful ]

Who: Carrie Reed
When: Mid-morning
Where: Nathan Street, near the Historical Society
Open to: Anyone in the area

Carrie leaned against her car, talking aloud as she wrote in her notebook, "Drove to town around eight thirty A.M. Car clock and wristwatch died soon after. Appear to be no people in the Historical Society, working or otherwise-" She decided to omit the fact she had stopped less for scientific needs and more for the fact she had drank one too many glasses of water beforehand. "-Very foggy. Hard to see. Car won't start, but I can walk into town from here. Should find a person in town, I think."

Carrie put a cap on her pen and dropped it, along her notebook, into a totebag, and started to walk into Silent Hill.

50 lost | walk in the fog

[06 Jul 2006|12:42pm]

youmademehappy
[ mood | indescribable ]

Who: Mary Shepard-Sunderland
When: Early afternoon
Where: Neely Street
Open to: Anyone in the area

The whole town was lonely. This was both saddening and annoying. This was her favorite place. How could Silent Hill turn into this? From a quiet, but lovely town to this lost child of a city.

More angering still was the fact that James didn't even seem to be in the town. Didn't he care about her? Did he still love her? Was he afraid? Mary was sick to her stomach at the thought of him no longer loving him, yet somehow relished in the idea that he was terrified of her. First things first, though. She needed to find someone, anyone in this lonely little place.

38 lost | walk in the fog

[29 Jun 2006|06:10pm]
iamassumption
Who: Walter Sullivan
When: Early to mid-morning
Where: Brookhaven Hospital
Open to: Anyone in Brookhaven

The exterior of...Collapse )
59 lost | walk in the fog

[16 Jun 2006|02:43pm]

mark_of_samael
[ mood | determined ]

Who: Alessa Gillespie (game)
When: Who can tell in this place?
Where: Lakeside area
Open to: Anyone in foggy or nightmare SH

the Nightmare is growingCollapse )

She'd have to find what was behind it all... get it to stop, somehow, before more people fell victim to the place. Alessa started walking, looking in the town and the nightmare for the parts where her Silent Hill and this different one ran into one another.

68 lost | walk in the fog

[12 Jun 2006|05:37pm]

stellar_compass
Who: Evan Michael Wallace
When: Anywhere from mere moments to maybe half an hour after he left from where he briefly met Alessa. So nighttime.
Where: Cafe 5to2, along Bachman Rd., in Old Silent Hill.
Open to: Anybody in foggy Silent Hill.

I swear to god, if I see one midget singing about a yellow brick road, I'm going to smash something, Evan thought irritably as he moved hastily down Bachman Road. A postcard from a woman he'd never met, weird fog, and disappearing girls... Christ, when did Stephen King start writing my life? This is fucked up on a scale I-I don't even know how to measure. The girl disappeared! She didn't run off, she just friggin' vanished! Jesus Christ, I don't know whether I can deal with this shit. Do I look like John Constantine? Dr. Fate? David-fucking-Copperfield? He was thinking all these things because he didn't have anyone to say them to, and somehow ranting out loud to himself in a town where girls could disappear all willy-nilly just didn't seem right.

Then again, that girl had said there were other people here. Maybe he could find them and see if anything weird had happened to them... He knew the woman that gave him a ride was around here somewhere, and that little girl... Note to self: Next time a little girl approaches you in a diner, run the hell away! His eyes fell on a little cafe and he sighed in relief. A place to get out of the perpetual fog and weirdness. Right now, he wasn't too concerned with it being closed. A girl had just disappeared right before his eyes. Somehow, he didn't think anybody in this town was going to care one whit if some runaway committed a little breaking-and-entering.

Turns out, the door was unlocked. Evan wasn't sure why he tried to open it, but when it actually opened he stopped immediately and stared at where his hand met the door in something akin to terrified awe. "...There is no way that's good," he muttered, but went in anyway, figuring he didn't really have too many options. If it was dangerous here, he'd need a weapon, and this place might have something to help him with that. Not to mention he could swipe some caffeine from the place that he could use to keep him awake throughout his little trek through the town.

The place looked normal enough. There was something about it, though, some kind of creepy vibe that made Evan shiver. Oh man. I'm breaking how many horror movie rules by doing this? Hell, if I were obeying those rules I'd've ran right back the way I came the minute that girl disappeared. He paused for a moment just inside the doorway, the door swinging closed behind him. After a moment of thought, he cautiously moved further into the cafe. Part of him wanted to call out to anyone that could be in here, but he had no idea who - or what - that girl was referring to when she'd said it was dangerous here. He didn't want to risk that some angry angel was hiding in here waiting to kill the first person that made their presence known.

He did see a few things he could use, though. A chair, for instance, made a pretty decent bludgeoning instrument. A bit unwieldly, but if there really were some freaky angels running about town, then an unwieldly weapon was better than no weapon, of that Evan was damn sure. He'd have to find a better one eventually, but for now he would call it the Chair of Doom and it would be like a four-posted Excalibur. Or not, but he could at least pretend the chair was a good weapon. It was a little difficult to keep his flashlight pointed in the right direction while holding it in the proper manner to be a weapon, but he managed. Next he explored behind the counter, hoping to find perhaps a knife, which he figured would be a better weapon than his chair. Sadly, there was no knife to be found. There was a bottle of water underneath the counter, and he took that and stuffed it into his pocket.

He considered leaving right away, but decided that he would take a little rest here. Not much of one, but just a little time to catch his breath and wrap his brain around the fact that, in all likelihood, he'd just had a conversation with a ghost and had somehow wandered into some kind of very big trouble. He did one final thing before he sat down, however. He managed to yank the necessary letter buttons off the register, went to the door, and placed the buttons in such a way as to read the following:

People welcome!


It wasn't much, but it would have to do. His final task finished for the moment, he proceeded to a seat in the corner from which he could watch the rest of the cafe and plopped down, content to rub his temple and take a small breather. He would wait five minutes, and if no one came, he'd leave. That was the best plan he could come up with while still in shock over what had just happened to him.

(OOC: I'm assuming the knife, radio, health drink, and the flashlight from the cafe were nabbed by Harry, as they were in the game. Evan's flashlight was brought from home.)
5 lost | walk in the fog

[12 Jun 2006|04:23pm]

youmademehappy
[ mood | confused ]

Who: Mary Sunderland
When: Early evening
Where: Nathan Avenue
Open To: Anyone within the area

When Mary came back, few memories came back with her. She remembered James perfectly, and she remembered her hate and love for him. She could remember a little girl, young, blonde, and that she knew her. Mary could recall little else about her. Finally, she could recollect that she had been in a hospital, had went with her husband James back home, and then... nothing.

Now, here she was, standing on the side of the street, not feeling anything in all honesty. Mary had no idea what she was doing there, but she knew that above all else, she had to find James Sunderland.

walk in the fog

[09 Jun 2006|09:12am]

enderline
[ mood | OMG! ]

Who: Lindie Enderline
When: Morning
Where: Foggy Silent Hill
Open To: Whoever's about

Normally, running from the building and around the corner would've been enough.

Not this time, though. It was several blocks before the brief glimpse of that nurse's horrifying face stopped chasing her. Lindie slowed to a jog, then collapsed onto a stoop, panting.

What the hell?! What just happened?

Every little noise in the place made her jump now.

"What's with this place? I knew it was kinda... off, but..."

32 lost | walk in the fog

The Archives [07 Jun 2006|11:14pm]
father_aatos
Who: Aatos Wulf
When: 12 AM
Where: The Archives (Library) of the Holy Woman Church
Open To: Anyone within the area.


It was midnight and while most of the population was now asleep Aatos was wide awake. He didn't have insomnia as many people suspected. No, the truth was that Aatos was nightowl. It wasn't uncommon for the man to go to bed at 2am and wakeup at 10am in the late morning. Read more...Collapse )
walk in the fog

[07 Jun 2006|09:25pm]
iamassumption
[ mood | confused ]

Who: Walter Sullivan
When: Evening
Where: Silent Hill Cemetery
Open To: Anyone within the area in Foggy Silent Hill

What the hell is going on here?Collapse )

15 lost | walk in the fog

[07 Jun 2006|03:31pm]

blindbloodtears
[ mood | contemplative ]

Who: Lisa Garland (movie)
When: Morning
Where: Brookhaven Hospital
Open To: Anyone with a good reason

Lisa's internal clock told her that right now, she should be giving Alessa her medication. With the exact amount of steps required to get her to the table, Lisa picked up the syringe and stuck it into the bottle. When the syringe had the right weight, she was sure that she had the right amount.

She administered the painkillers to the young patient, and walked back to the table, picking up the bottle from the place she always put it. It was too light. The blind nurse shook it a bit, and found that it made a little sound at the bottom. It was almost empty.

Miss Garland walked back to her patient and stood in front of her oxygen tank. "I must get another bottle. I will be back." She whispered in a disused voice. The nurse in red turned and walked out of the room. Using the walls as a guide, she walked down the halls until she came to the elevator. Lisa went up to the first floor, and she continued to use the walls until she found the store room. Finally, the blind nurse opened the door and walked in, estimating how many steps it would take to get her to the painkillers and antibiotics before she made her move.

13 lost | walk in the fog

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