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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!
Human beacon Jonothon, the bio-nuclear psionic energy cell. It came in handy from time to time, apparently.
//Can you see that?//
Re: Wake Up!
Look Jono, it was a soot streaked blonde ninja in shorts and a tanktop. Who looked utterly miserable. //Thank you,// Ino added, because she had some idea of how Jono felt about--that.
Re: Wake Up!
All things considered, this was very not-good.
Re: Wake Up!
He furrowed his eyebrows a little. Had the holes pulled everybody here?
//It feels like fire and loathing,// Jono clarified, hesitating for a moment as he looked between the two girls. //Is th'smoke making it difficult...?//
He didn't know these things. Couldn't tell. His sinuses weren't exactly what they used to be.
Re: Wake Up!
//If by difficult you mean I've gone non-vocal because I don't think talking would do well for my continued hopes of not hacking up a lung...//
She was pretty sure that was understandable if not--entirely as clear as she would have wished it to be. Too low, then too high, and cutting in and out. She rubbed at her eyes. This was going to give her a headache, surely.
Ino was not very good at this, no. She missed clean air. Her tone had been aiming for 'amused' and had ended up more on the 'sulky' side of things. So far, other than the dogs--big deal, she could take care of a dog--nothing was bad here but the air. Ino felt a bit justified in being a little sulky.
//Feels weird,// she added. //Like someone took a feelin' and jarred it forty-five degress left of where it ought to be.//
Re: Wake Up!
"I'm probably going to hack up a lung," she said, sounding uneasy and curious. "I can't" -- she gestured to her head, knowing what she meant was painfully obvious.
"And you're right. I thought this might be a family thing, still, but ... it's not if you're all here. Which" -- she coughed, once, delicately -- "leaves me the question of where we are."
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...
And then starting to unwind his bandages, just enough so that they'd each have something to breathe through, if they wrapped them loosely enough around their faces to stave off some of the smoke. He tore off two lengths, which left gaps here and there in his own wrapping job, and held one out to either of them.
//Take them. My reasons for wearing them are more... cosmetic.//
Re: Wake Up!
Wrapping one carefully around her face made life look so much better. Then rewrapping it, with a better idea of how to settle it.
//Does anyone remember how they got here?//
Re: Wake Up!
"I was looking for Jono and he wasn't anywhere," she shared. "Then I got back to my alcove, and then ... nothing. You?"
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Which could probably be guessed by the fact that he wasn't wearing shoes, and besides his bandages, all he was wearing was a pair of grey cotton pyjama bottoms.
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Either of which was a Bad Thing, to Ino.
//I didn't even see my hole.//
Re: Wake Up!
Dirty?"I'm sure he's fine," Didi said, trying to sound reassuring. "Just like we're going to be fine once we figure out how to get home from here. It's just going to take a minute."
Re: Wake Up!
//I think that might be a little... generous. We can't exactly thumb a cab, luv.//
Re: Wake Up!
//...Phones are down too,// she said, after a moment. //I really don't like that.//
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.//
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...
//Walk where? We don't know if it's safer or more dangerous anywhere else.//
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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?//
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She glanced to the Western horizon. "If we can even tell when the sun sets."
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There would be no stars through the ash, no moon. Just darkness.
And Jono.
Brilliant.