Silent Hill

[alkali]

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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[empty_vessel]

[OOC: Sorry this took so long. I couldn't get the visuals right for it, and it drove me crazy trying to figure it out.]

The flickering bulb gets a glance upwards, but with as abandoned as this place looks, the power being iffy isn't a surprise.

What gets his attention, is the siren. His head whips towards the front window and he starts checking the weather and moving a little to check the color of the sky. Jimmy knows what tornado sirens mean, knows that they mean to get away from windows and get under sturdy cover. He's about to start doing just that for Genevieve and himself when he turns around and sees that the water has gotten a lot closer.

The puddle spreads into a trickle, moving towards the door and seeping under. Jimmy and Genevieve hurry out of the way of the water as it moves from a trickle to a stream, pooling around the door before flowing under as mildew and rot creep up the walls and bloom in unpleasant patterns. Outside, huge waves of brown-green water crash down the street, leaving it wrecked and ruined in their wake, as if the town had been underwater for decades and the tide is just beginning to move again.

[welcomequeenalice]

The siren makes her flinch, but she lacks the instinctive fear of tornados that lets one know. It's just a loud, confusing, terrifying noise, which in Gotham could mean a wide number of horrible things. She dodges the flow of water, concerned for her shoes, only to keep staring as it seems to climb up the walls to inflect it with black stains.

Then she hears the crash of the water. It pummels the houses, overturning the faint edges of the train that she can see through the distant fog before it's forced away down the street. "There's a flood! Th-there must be a flood!" Out of nowhere, close to no rivers or oceans, no warning and no wind. Not right, not sensible, not realistic. Her voice is nearly a shriek.

I wish I hadn’t cried so much! I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That WILL be a queer thing, to be sure!

[empty_vessel]

The waves pass, and the water drains away to puddles and algae, both slowly drying out on the street. The mildew and encrusted building fronts remain, though, looking (and smelling) like an excavated lake bed.

Jimmy doesn't like this either, he remembers the water. He remembers it very well. "It's not! It's not... Look. There's no... the water's gone!" He's edging towards hysterics too, and if Genevieve loses it, he won't be far behind.

[welcomequeenalice]

"But--but--" But that isn't how a flood works! It's not reality and she's trained herself so hard to understand reality so she can notice when her vision deviates from it.

There's a noise in the fog. It would be a growl if the growler was held underwater, trailing from low and harsh to a high whine that sounds like a crowbar being scraped against concrete. Genevieve sees what looks like a walking figure striding through the puzzles and mud, and she almost calls it to it until the light from the diner illuminates its silhoutette.

The creature is grey and wiggling as it steps forward, as if writhing in agony. It has no face, and yet she can see the hint of bone structure twisting beneath the gnarled flesh on its head. Genevieve goes rigid.

"Do you see that?" she whispers.

[empty_vessel]

Jimmy nods. "Yeah... I... I see it too." Under other circumstances, he'd be a little more suspicious about so many questions confirming what's going on around them, but this is so bizarre that he can understand completely the need to double check what in the hell is going on.

He'd thought the same thing, at first. That the figure was a person, walking towards them. Until it starts walking into the light and it is very, very wrong.

".... I think we should leave. Now." He takes a step back and carefully nudges Genevieve to start doing the same.

[welcomequeenalice]

"Mhm." It's the smallest noise a small person can make. She starts backing away, barely breathing.

Then she hears a crash from the kitchen.

[empty_vessel]

Another Figure, stumbling blindly into the kitchen door, slamming into a hanging set of aluminum pans on the way, powdery with smears of green patina.

And a closer look is not helping anything. More reminiscent of body parts stuffed into a trash bag than anything else, it shuffles towards them awkwardly once it clears the doorframe. Jimmy starts moving faster at that, hurrying Genevieve towards the door and out into the street.

The street still looks like the bottom of a lake, but there's more room to run out here.

[welcomequeenalice]

No no no no. No. Genevieve's legs work almost independent of her flailing, helpless brain.

"We need--we need to--how doth the little crocodile--" she pants, stumbling over pieces of concrete left by the water. Curse her small legs.

She stumbles again, this time over a length of rebar rusted at both ends and sharp where it's broken off. Her hands grasp it as she picks herself up, little thought behind it. Not a scepter but it'll do. Improvised weaponry was a heavy aspect of Rogue combat training.

[empty_vessel]

Keeping moving is probably the best idea for now, with Genevieve being the only one armed and trained in combat.

Looking around to see if there's any more potential weaponry gets him only corroded metal and crumbling, rotten wood. "... Genevieve? Unless you feel like fighting two, I think we need to go. Probably very fast."

[welcomequeenalice]

"I'd prefer not to fight one!"

She can see the sign for the police station, still dripping with water, and speeds up.

[empty_vessel]

Jimmy has to agree, following behind Genevieve at a run. Splashing through puddles and glancing around for more of those.. things.

The run is mercifully clear, though. Just puddles and the constant stink of lake water, and Jimmy comes to a panting halt outside.

[welcomequeenalice]

Her hand lands on the station door, and there's almost hope--but it doesn't open.

"Hey! Hey, unlock the door!" Genevieve pounds desperately on the muck-smeared glass.

[empty_vessel]

The doors don't budge, and in the little window provided by the smearing of muck, the police station looks abandoned. Papers scattered on the floor and dust covering everything.

Jimmy glances back to see how close the Figures are, before suggesting that the police station is a wash and the Figures are.... gone. The street is still shrouded in fog, but the figures aren't there.

"Genevieve?" Things don't just vanish into thin air. Not usually, anyway. And he doubted those figures were anything he'd run into before.

[welcomequeenalice]

"I...but..."

Genevieve stares at the empty street, rust sticking to her tense fingers on the rebar. "But they were here!" she wails, stamping her foot against the mud. They were here! She's not insane!

[empty_vessel]

Jimmy nods, just as confused about the vanishing Figures. "Yeah they were Right... behind.... us?" He looks around to see if anything else has decided to investigate, but all there is to see is fog and more fog. "I don't hear anything either, do you?"

[welcomequeenalice]

She loses it. Just for a moment, enough to spill out because she needs that crown and scepter right now to keep her head from falling apart. “If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?” The words tumble out as she stares into the fog, and then forcibly swallows to keep the rest of it in.

"At any rate," she says, looking up at Jimmy with gritted jaws and tense pose, as if daring him to say that had just happened, "We need to get inside the station."

[empty_vessel]

Jimmy blinks at Genevieve, giving her a very confused look. He's never heard anyone spontaneously break out into... whatever that was. (He vaguely thinks it's Carroll, but his only exposure has been the Disney film.)

".... Right. The police station." He looks at the grimy door and sighs. "We might have to come back. Or maybe move around to a other door. I don't think a piece of rear will get through... whatever glass the doors made of. It might be bulletproof."

"Maybe we can circle around to an alley and find a back door."