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Silent Hill

Maybe you've come here by accident. Maybe on purpose, or together, or alone. Either way, the fog is settling down thick, and all roads leading out have crumbled away, leading only to deep cliffs and chasms. You're stuck.

Welcome to Silent Hill.

Instructions
1. Post your character with their name/canon in the subject line.
2. Tag around!
3. You can each choose or roll for a reason you're here.
4. You can even roll for a situation.
5. No powers! Sorry--enjoy that.
6. Oh, and try not to die.

NOTE: This meme can potentially contain triggers, for violence and psychological torture in particular. Please take heed!

why have you come?
1. You're searching for someone. A relative, a friend, a dead lover. Someone has led you to this quiet little town.
2. An accident. You got lost in the fog, the roads fell off into chasms, you thought you saw someone in the road and crashed. Time to venture farther in for help.
3. Returning visitor. You've come here before, to the lovely little resort town, and had a beautiful time. But this second trip will be different.
4. An escape. You're running from something ... or someone. A crime you committed? Grief? Too bad you ran to the wrong place...
5. Wildcard, or make up your own!

what horrors do you encounter?
1. You just met. You've only been able to find each other, no one else in town. Stores are deserted, doors are locked, silence is everywhere. What happened here? What's going on?
2. A shuffling in the night, the fog, or in a tight dark hallway of an abandoned building. A strange creature is moving toward you. Maybe humanoid, maybe not. They can be powerful. They can be slow. They can vomit acid. Time to pick up whatever plank, knife, or gun available to you ... if you both want to live.
3. A dark secret from your past is returning to haunt you. It manifests in hallucinations, the town reaching deep inside your mind to paint the surroundings in grotesque symbolism. Yet, the other person can't seem to see what you see.
4. The walls are peeling away. Or maybe you got knocked out and just woke up to an entirely different kind of town. There are chains, rust, fans, orange light, splatters of blood. A horrific version of what used to be around you. Welcome to the Otherworld.
5. That other person with you--you see them as someone they're not. Someone from your past that you loved or feel bone-wracking guilt over. And no matter what they say, that they're not, they're someone else, you just can't help but see...
6. The town has driven you insane. The monsters, the guilt you may carry. It's all coming back to you. You need to lash out. At anything. At anyone.
7. Wildcard, or make up your own!

Originally posted by

myheartglows

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[ OOC: So many reasons for Jimmy to be here, even if they are self-perceived ones.]

(AU buddies go? Gen has plenty of delicious issues for Silent Hill to nom on.)

(Where should we start? Random running into each other?)

(Sure! Did you have any specific plot in mind, or are we going generic "my car crashed/my dead lover sent me a letter/the commuter train decided to stop here after everyone else vanished/suddenly the shopping mall is full of monsters"?)

(I think for Jimmy, he's wandering and homeless after he and Castiel got separated, so he could just wander in in a variation on the car crash?)

Genevieve should probably not have fallen asleep in her train car. She'd miss her stop, which was always frustrating, and at 1am the trains ran quite infrequently. It had happened before, and while an annoyance would not entirely ruin her day. However, they did not usually stop in the middle of a foggy street, devoid of other passengers, engine, and rails. When Genevieve opened her eyes the car was leaning on the side of a shabby building, the wheels darkened with rust and the advertisements withering in their frames. Outside she saw roiling gray that blocked her view beyond the silhouettes of low buildings, none of the tall and bright skyscrapers of Gotham city.

"She must go by post, as she's got a head on he...she must be sent as a message by the telegraph...she must draw the train herself the rest of the way..." Genevieve murmured. Recitations of the texts were her fallback in stressful situations but mental exercises wouldn't put the train back on its track, or help her find the track to begin with.

If it had ever gone missing. Good lord, let it not be another episode, she'd been doing so well lately. She could feel her ribcage tightening around her heart.

He'd lost track of the miles, after the reservoir and the ditch. Waking up in the haze of the angel's wake had taken him a few days to get himself back together. He'd headed north to escape the oppressive summer heat down south, and had ended up in New England. And he'd been doing rather well for the summer, until the chill set in and the tourist traps started shutting down.

He'd shouldered his bag and found a safe place to crash for the night before heading south, intending to make for someplace south for the winter.

That's the plan, anyway. Instead he wakes up in an alleyway, bag missing and.... and...

He's wearing The Suit. That can't be possible. He'd pawned the suit months ago. Burned the coat. That suit is gone and now he's wearing it again. But for now he moves out of the alleyway, peering into the thickest fog he's ever seen and wondering where everyone is.

Genevieve crept out of the train, the strap of her messenger bag tangled around the fingers of one hand. "I don't belong to this railway journey at all. I was in a wood just now and I wish I could get back there," she said under her breath, wary of someone listening in. People thought you were a bit weird when you talked to yourself, weirder when they heard what you were actually saying.

She hears footsteps as she nears an alleyway and slips behind a dumpster, biting on her lip. Quiet breath, don't be seen. If you're having an episode in the middle of the night in the Narrows, don't be seen.

He doesn't like the quiet. It's 'too quiet' and skirting the edges of 'bad quiet'. There's no sign of anyone here. No lights, no cars, no anything. He's about the step out into the fog and see what's going on when he hears someone muttering. ".... Hello? Is someone there?"

The nervous worrying of her lip turns into a sharp bite. The next recitation was kept inside her own head, a sharp rebuke from one part of herself to the rest of her.

Where do you come from? And where are you going? Look up, speak nicely, and don't twiddle your fingers all the time.'

Deep breath, Gen. Get it together. "Excuse me?" Genevieve peers around the dumpster and attempts to look nonchalant about doing so. She's still in the collared green shirt and khaki slacks of her work uniform. "I'm sorry, I think I'm a bit turned around. Do you know how to get to the C train?"

He's not huge, except in that everyone's huge to a woman under five feet tall. Or menacing. Looks confused, really. Ideally not a mugger and she'd really prefer not to attack people until she's entirely sure the problem exists outside her own head.

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Oh thank God. Another person. A very short person, but still a person. "No.. I'm sorry. I'm afraid I don't? But... I'm not entirely sure where here is, much less where the C train is." And after a brief pause. "... and I was just about to ask you the same thing, more or less."

Still no idea what in the hell is going on here, but not being alone is a nice start.

Oh dear. (Please don't let her be standing in an empty alley talking to herself.) Gen's fingers twist and scrap against the bag strap. She'd checked her phone back at the train but there was no service. "Do you know what neighborhood it is? We're on the north-west side, yes?"

"Maybe? I mean, I don't..." He looks up and down the street to see if he can see any signs. 'Bachman Road'? 'Cafe 5 to 2'? Those don't sound familiar at all.

".... I... don't have any idea where we are." Jimmy glances down at Genevieve for a moment, weighing his odds of being believed. "I crashed out in the alley back.... home? Where I was? And I woke up here, wearing this." He waves a hand, indicating the suit and trenchcoat. "I haven't seen this suit in years and now I'm wearing it again?" The glance turns wary because he knows exactly how bizarre what he's saying sounds.

If anything she looks relieved that someone's as confused as she is. Losing time, waking up alleys, that's not unfamiliar, but a shared delusion might as well be truth.

"I fell asleep in a train car. When I woke up, I was here, and the train car is..." She points back behind her. "There's no rails there, it's just sitting in the middle of the street. No passengers, either. I don't see anyone else on the streets, either. It's a bit...odd, don't you think?" The last line's said in nervousness and desperation. Please think it's odd, so she won't feel so alone.

A look confirms that there is indeed the shadow of a train car, just visible in the fog. And no train tracks either. "Yeah. That's.... How did they even get it there?" He's just as mystified about the train car in the middle of the road as Genevieve is.

He pats his pockets down for a phone, even though he already knows what's in them. ".... I... have no idea where my phone got to. You want to head to the cafe, and maybe find people or a working phone line?" (It's in Illinois, Jimmy. Right where you put it before you walked out.)

A soft, relieved breath and a loosening of her fingers on the strap. He sees it. Thank god.

"Do you think it's a bit foggier than usual?" she asks as she walks out ont the street again, with all the faux-cool of someone trying to play it casual while being secretly deeply interested in the answer.

A nod. "Yeah. This is a lot heavier than I've ever seen up here. Assuming we're still in New England." He looks up and down the street, clearly not happy with this, but wanting to get off the street. "How are you? Are you okay?"

"Fine! I'm fine!" Hahhahaaha it's all fine everyone here is perfectly fine. "Just confused. Pretty fine. Let's find that cafe, shall we?" Her pace picks up as she goes out into the formidable fog, unsure of where she's going at all but at least moving counts as action.

Ooooookay. That was a little quick on the response, but having someone else here beats the hell out of being by himself. Besides, there's enough weird here to stress anyone out.

But he hurries after, and the cafe door is soon in sight. The lights are off, though, and there's no one inside.

Oh dear. Gen checks behind the counter, poking her head through the swinging doors that lead to the kitchen.

There's puddles on the floor, filthy water dripping from a broken pipe next to the large dishwashing sink. Unsettling dark smears are on the tables and floors. She can hear buzzing flies and smell something rotting, maybe old lettuce or lunch meat. (She hopes.)

There's also a doll. A cute little doll, the plastic kind with the large eyes and hair you can brush or braid. It's sitting next to a large butcher's knife and a chopping board. Whoever was last in the kitchen had ignored the rotten food in favor of hacking the doll into pieces and leaving its dress in shreds across the counter. Gen swallows hard. By now she almost wishes it was an episode. At least then she'd be sure to have it pass.

The dripping water doesn't sit well with Jimmy, nor do the black smears. It's not a good sign when blood is the lesser of two evils. Combined with the smell of rot, Jimmy has to stop in the doorway for a moment before he heads inside. But he's okay. He's in a diner in... wherever this is, and not back at the reservoir.

While Gen's checking the kitchen, Jimmy moves around to the counter and picks up the phone. There's the dial tone, then it cuts out with a crackle of static, fading into the sound of water, lapping against the shore.

The phone falls from numb fingers to clatter on the floor with the cut cord railing after and a thin trickle of water spilling out of the earpiece onto the floor.

The tiny clatter sounds like a crash against the backdrop of the quiet drips, and it sends Genevieve dashing for the door. Her feet skid against the hopefully-water and she falls through the swing doors to smack against the counter.

"What is it?" she gasps, trying to get her breath back. Her heart flutters like a scared bird.

"The... The phone." Jimmy takes a step back and looks at the phone in the puddle of water, cord lying beside it.

"It..." He can't just lie and say that it just startled him. "There was a dial tone for a second, then... this." There's a step away from the phone receiver and the spreading pool of water. "Did... Did you find anything?"

"I don't think anyone's been here for a long time. There's a doll in the kitchen, but..." She gives him a moment of nervous staring, and then reluctantly her eyes go back down to the phone.

"You...cut the wire? Why?" Dial tone what.

A vigorous headshake. "I didn't. I picked up the receiver to see if there was a signal, and there was for a second, but the sound changed and I dropped it... And then the w-water started spilling out." And it's a faint stutter over the word, but it's noticeable. "I didn't know the cord was cut until I dropped it."

Jimmy Novak (Supernatural AU)

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