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In my restless dreams, I see that town...

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!

Meme from

dendrophobia here

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[He breaths a little easier when she takes the gun, he could read that protest in her face. But they both knew the most important thing was to get out of here alive. He is showing his trust in her and when she accepts it and returns it he is relieved. And then in an instant hit with guilt, why should she trust him? He had to kill her, Murphy made her something that he had to kill....

Would she forgive him?

He shakes of the thoughts, nods and follows closely behind her. His shotgun put aside in favor of his sling shot. The weapon is quieter and easier to use on the move. Her bullets fly and metal washers and cogs fly like rain.

There are so many of these things, instinct alone tells him that a herd of these would be a million times worse than a herd of zombies.

He puts his sling shot away when they enter the church and looks around. He watches cautiously, not interacting with any thing they pass be it another person or their living space. His posture does not relax an inch till they are in her room.

He nods, trusting her words that they will be okay as he takes the rifle from over his shoulder and props it against the wall. When it is done there is nothing to do but look at her.

Ironically wanting the very same thing she does but not knowing how to do it. His eyes travel her the same manners, checking her and breathing a deep relief when he sees she is alright.

There are a million things he wants to say, a million words on the tip of his tongue and he knows not how to articulate even one of them. He shifts his feet, his hands moving a bit as he tries.]

You're you, you're alive.

[Frack. Of all the words inside him it had to be those that escaped.]

I told you I was.

[Her voice is gentle as she tries to make light of the situation. They're both hesitating and standing around awkwardly, so she paces a little. There's so many questions she has, so many things she wants to say, and she doesn't know where to start. All that she does know is that she's grateful this place finally has given her a break.

She paces a little longer, debating on whether or not she should just give in and do what she wants to do. In the end she tells herself to fuck it all and just act on instinct, which has her once again moving in to hug him. This time her hold on him is tight, nearly clinging. And within seconds, her small body is trembling as she feels herself crying.]

I'm glad you're here, Tommy.

[It's been horrible being here alone, because she hasn't tried socializing with any of the other people in town with her. She observes them, of course, but doesn't interact. And she's been lonely and miserable for so long now. ]

[He knew he should just tell her, rip the bandaid off and tell her the answer to the questions he can see in her face. The words are there on his tongue, threatening to spill over but they stop. Something holds him back and in the next second she is in his arms. He hugs her back, one hand pressing softly to the back of her head, his cheek touching into dark locks. The other arm holding her securely, tightly around her lower back. Keeping her to his chest even as she clings to him.]

I'm staying, no matter what.

[She was glad he was here, he was glad she was here. Nothing short of death was going to convince him to leave her now. But her trembling has his attention and 10k holds Cassandra tighter. Then he moves on instinct, gathers her in his arms, sinking them to her pallet and simply holding her. Letting her free any emotions she needs to let out, giving her what he hopes is the comfort she needs.]

[She feels so weak, crying like this. She's always prided herself on being strong, on not letting anyone see any emotion. And right now, showing him so much, she feels entirely vulnerable. Having him just hold her while she cries helps though, and she takes a while to just let it all come out. All of her anger at being here alone, all of her upset at losing their group, all of her fear at having to face the things she's seen here.]

But it's not safe for you here.

[Her words are soft as she leans out of his hold to look up at him, eyes puffy and bloodshot.]

I'm not sure that I can leave. But if you can, we need to find a way.

[Her tear stained cheeks seem to call to him and without thinking about his he uses the pad of one thumb to gently wipe away what he can as she looks at him. His lips press into a thin line at her words and he gives one sharp shake of his head.]

I won't leave without you.

[The words sound final because they are. It was not safe anywhere and no matter the danger he was not leaving her again. He did that once and it had all turned out wrong. He was not going to take that risk again and from the tone in his voice there was no swaying.]

We're in this together.

[It was a lot of words for him but it was Cassandra and she seems to be an exception to rules for him in many ways that others are not.]

[She wants to argue with him, to hit him and tell him not to be stupid. But she's so tired of fighting against the good things that happen, so she just gives him a curt nod instead.]

Together.

[She briefly touches at his hand as she says the word, trying to let him know that she appreciates the gesture. Not having to be alone is a tremendous weight lifted off her shoulders.]

Are any of the others here with you?

[It is not lost on him that for a moment he held her in his lap, the situation at hand requires priority but that is not a moment he will soon forget. He knew, with or without that touch what it meant to her. Neither of them had many people to trust, to count on. Yes, they had a group of friends but they both also knew, the mission was more important than them.

10k was not making that mistake again, had the group walked in right then and given him a choice this time he would chose Cassandra, he would keep her alive.

He shakes his head at her next question.]

No, I went for a walk to clear my head, I ended up here.

[There is that hint of grief, because he had left the group for that moment alone to stop himself from killing Murphy and damning them all. Because he blames Murphy for a lot but the most unforgivable was what he had done to Cassandra and what that action had meant 10k had to do.]

[She nods in understanding, trying not to show her relief in the fact that they don't have to go back out to look for Doc or Warren or any of the others. They can just sit here and talk, then figure out a plan of action. She'd have to show him around eventually, but for now just feeling at peace can be enough.]

Lucky you.

[She dryly retorts out loud, a corner of her mouth tipping upward.]

How long has it been since you saw me last? It feels like months since I've seen you.

[If he thought of any of them it was Doc, in truth he had been so raw and angry when he walked away that they were not close to his mind. Certainly he would worry but there were bigger things to deal with. He blurted out a response without a thought.]

I found you and you're you.

[He feels pretty damn lucky; sure it seems like it is another hell hole but hey, they have been in plenty of those. His brow pulls together, that is a question without a simple answer.]

It's been awhile, you weren't yourself after the underground lab.

I don't remember leaving.

[She only says it after a prolonged pause, where she tries so hard to make any connections that might spark her mind into cooperating.]

Everything's fuzzy after you guys left me behind.

[Which is probably for the best, if he's honestly admitting that she wasn't herself after the lab. It makes her incredibly worried about what happened, about what sort of things she did. If she can't remember, and he has that look on his face...

Maybe Murphy did bite her after all.]

It's better you don't, it's really bad, Cassandra.

[10k knew that while she had not wanted to die, she would not have wanted to be Murphy's slave. She had been used enough and he did not want to tell her what happened but neither would he keep it from it.]

I won't do that again. [It was him admitting that leaving her behind and alone was the wrong idea. Without thinking he finds himself staring at the scar on her cheek. His heart cracks and he does not realize as he reaches out to touch it.]

I promise.

[Her hand goes up to grab at his wrist, and she gives him a firm look.]

Tell me.

[To anyone else, it would be a command. But she isn't as blunt with Tommy as she is with the others, so it comes out sounding like a plea. She wants to know what happens, and the fact that she doesn't remember makes her incredibly uneasy. She has an idea of what happens to her, but she wants to hear it from 10k before she reacts.]

I deserve to know.

[Her eyes are on his, his flicker with intense emotion. Grief, regret, resolve as he accepts what he knew all along. She does deserve to know, he does not want to tell her. He wants to tell her that it will be better to never know, to forget.

But there is no forgetting in their world, perhaps there can be forgiveness. As Tommy looks in Cassandra's eyes there is one thought he has above all else and so he voices it.]

Please don't hate me.

[He swallows, never dropping his gaze from hers as his shoulders raise. It is clear that starting this story is not an easy task, even if he is more open with her than any one in the group.]

When we left you in the supply cost, Murphy went in last to say [This word almost chokes him because that should have been it. As much as her death would have hurt, she should have been allowed to remain human till the end. It was her right.]

goodbye. But he is jerk and couldn't, he is selfish and he bit you. You came back as some kind of hybrid, human zombie. First time I saw you, you saved us. It was like part of you was still there. Then, the next time, you were gone. You didn't recognize us. [There is the heavy grief as he makes an unusually long speech for himself. When he mentions Murphy in the story one can hear the heavy, deep, heated, anger that rests in his soul for the man.]

He made you his slave, I kept trying to find you, I kept trying to see if you were in there but then we had to stop Murphy and he made you stop us. You hurt Addy, you wouldn't listen, it was like you didn't know who I was.

[He closes his mouth, his eyes dance with unshed tears, kept deep inside as he comes to the moment he lived right before seeing her here.]

I had to give you mercy. I didn't want to, I had to.

[His gaze tells his pain and begs her forgiveness.]

[She's very quiet after he tells her all that. In some ways, it's not much of a surprise. She's got a feeling that Murphy turns her, but to hear she's a hybrid boggles her mind and is a little overwhelming. But knowing that it's him who has to kill her?

That hurts, because it shames her that it had to get to that point. That she couldn't control herself and go back to being herself.

A part of her wants to cry, but she feels like she's gotten out all of the emotion that she has left in her. Crying isn't going to fix what's happened, but it sure as hell confirms that she thinks this place is some kind of in between.]

I couldn't ever hate you.

[Her voice cracks when she says it, emotion evident in her tone. Eyes glassy with tears, she looks up at him, smiling sadly. She can't hate him, especially not when he gave her mercy and finally let her rest.]

You saved me, Tommy. I never would hurt you or Addy, and if I got to the point where I would -

[She let out a shaky breath, and looked down to stare at her hands that are folded on her lap.}

It needed to be done. Alright?

[Her silence is the longest of his life. The most intense of his life because what she says next will mean every thing to him. It could take her away or it could bring him the forgiveness he aches so desperately for.

He does not look at her, instead he stares intently at his hands. Fingers still as he fights every urge to fidget.

I couldn't ever hate you....

His eyes rip upward, meeting hers. They hold their own sheen of tears that will not be allowed freedom.

He chokes up, he does not know how to articulate what he feels in that moment, instead he gathers in and hugs her tightly. Saying what he can't in words through his actions.]

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