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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!
"Ta--cough -- Tahiri?" Francine rubbed at her eyes, then reached up to pull off the kerchief she'd tied her hair back with, holding it in front of her mouth. It made the air a little less thick and smelly.
Re: Wake Up!
And now she was reaching out with her Force senses, looking for signs of life in general, and then when that made her queasier, just familiar ones. And one in particular was reassuring. "I think . . . we're not the only ones here."
Re: Wake Up!
Re: Wake Up!
"But we're not alone, at least?" Tahiri suggested, and she even missed her old Tusken headgear right now -- in lieu of proper breathing gear, she pulled her multitool from her belt and cut a strip from the sleeve of her flight suit to wrap around her nose and mouth. "I can't tell who, exactly . . . Sithspit, what happened? The last thing I remember was being on the beach."
Re: Wake Up!
Re: Wake Up!
Jedi reflexes at work, folks.
Re: Wake Up!
Re: Wake Up!
Re: Wake Up!
Re: Wake Up!
She wasn't about to freak Francine out by quantifying the 'really, really, really' in more relatable terms.
Re: Wake Up!
Good luck with that one, Peters.
Re: Wake Up!
Her eyes flew open a second later, and her face went pale. "I can't . . . I don't know what I'm sensing out there, but it isn't terribly reassuring."
Re: Wake Up!