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fh_adventures2010-08-06 07:12 am
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Silent Hill - Day 1 - Day Post
Morning in Silent Hill, West Virginia, doesn't change from day to day. It's always gray, it's always dusty, it's always -- wait for it -- silent.
Time stands still in Silent Hill. It's the seventies forever, from the rusted cars abandoned along the Nathan Avenue main drag, to the Charleton Heston double feature on the billboard outside the Rialto, to the dust-obscured Gordon Lightfoot poster in the window of the record shop.
No one's lived here for the last thirty years, except those few abandoned pets and police dogs that were strong enough to survive on their own, to breed and run wild. No one even visits except for the occasional check-in by the county police, a couple of search and rescue missions over the decades, a photographer or two.
Nothing changes. Nothing ever will.
Except.
Except if nothing ever changes, then why, as the dim light spreads through town, are there sixteen strangers lying in the middle of the road?
[OOC: OPEN! Warning, many icons, links, and...pretty much the entire adventure will be understandably squicky. Welcome to horrorland! (Today, though, the place looks normal, just abandoned and fire-damaged. There's no ash falling yet.)]
NPC Requests/Questions | OOC | Monsters Index
Time stands still in Silent Hill. It's the seventies forever, from the rusted cars abandoned along the Nathan Avenue main drag, to the Charleton Heston double feature on the billboard outside the Rialto, to the dust-obscured Gordon Lightfoot poster in the window of the record shop.
No one's lived here for the last thirty years, except those few abandoned pets and police dogs that were strong enough to survive on their own, to breed and run wild. No one even visits except for the occasional check-in by the county police, a couple of search and rescue missions over the decades, a photographer or two.
Nothing changes. Nothing ever will.
Except.
Except if nothing ever changes, then why, as the dim light spreads through town, are there sixteen strangers lying in the middle of the road?
[OOC: OPEN! Warning, many icons, links, and...pretty much the entire adventure will be understandably squicky. Welcome to horrorland! (Today, though, the place looks normal, just abandoned and fire-damaged. There's no ash falling yet.)]
NPC Requests/Questions | OOC | Monsters Index
Re: Wake Up!
"I don't have my phone," she added. "What's it doing?"
Re: Wake Up!
Jono also didn't have his phone. Not that he could have used it to call home if he'd wanted to. He leaned over to look at Ino's cell, eyebrows furrowed.
//So... we get swallowed up for no good reason and wake up in a town on fire, with no cell service. Everything seems to be abandoned, unless you count the dogs...// Jono glanced sidelong at the aforementioned dogs, skulking about in the shadows. //I suppose we walk.//
Re: Wake Up!
...
//Walk where? We don't know if it's safer or more dangerous anywhere else.//
Re: Wake Up!
She glanced over to a block of burned-out stores. "Walk there," she decided. "It's as good as anyplace."
Re: Wake Up!
Yep. It didn't get much more useless than that.
//It gets us out of the ash, I suppose. Just so long as they don't go fallin' in on themselves.// And onto them, as a result. He shrugged, and then started to walk. He might as well lead the way, after all. He was the human torch-lamp. //Still, I wouldn't mind knowing which direction would get us out of this town. If we go far enough, we might be able to find clean air, at least.//
Re: Wake Up!
//Explore the town, find shelter... I can look for other people?//
Re: Wake Up!
She glanced to the Western horizon. "If we can even tell when the sun sets."
Re: Wake Up!
There would be no stars through the ash, no moon. Just darkness.
And Jono.
Brilliant.