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 Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 7:08 pm
 Heather noticed Ian had scurried in front of her to get to the Church they have currently arrived at, As if he slightly ran like in a race to the finish line, She marched up to the entrance of the Church where the young boy had beat her to, The doors were already opened as she saw Ian on his knee's in despair, With an older looking woman kneeling before him with a knife in hand, The young adult noticed red stains on the blade of the knife, causing Heather to go wide-eyed while gasping as she ran towards the two. "Hey, what the hell is going on here!? Ian?"Heather looked down at Ian, he didn't give her an answer, Not even budging to move, or even to lift his head to look at her, She then instantly sensed something was wrong, horribly, horribly wrong. The woman who was kneeling in front of the boy got up to meet with Heather's height, She was slightly taller than her, The older woman stepped a few inches closer to the young adult with her knife still in hand, but didn't seem threatening with it...For now. "Who are you? What are you doing with that knife...?"The older woman looked at Heather with a devious smirk stretched upon her pale, dirty face, It frightened the blonde haired girl to look at the smirking lady, As an image of a certain cult member she had met two years ago appeared into her head, the resemblance was striking from the devious expression in her face. 'Who is this woman? It can't be...'She then noticed bodies piled onto each other in a puddle of what seems to be blood, Obviously, There were about three beings in the pile, of what looked to be an older man, an older woman who looked around his age, and a younger looking girl, No older than Heather, but maybe slightly older than Ian. Heather stepped back as she gasped in pure shock from the sight, She then looked down at the young boy, still not budging to move from his knee's, his eyes seemed glued to the ground, as she noticed some tears dripping down from them as they landed onto his thighs, leaving little wet dots on his khaki colored pants, Were these dead bodies his family he was looking for? Heather then looked at up at the black haired lady, that horrifying smirk disappeared into a more serious expression, which wasn't any less scary, still having her eyes on Heather. "Did...did you do this?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 7:27 pm
(OBJECTIVE! Make it to Levin St. Cross through Dog House, make it down Midwich Street, and through the alley leading to the Chainsaw shop, and the Gas Station. Cult approach eminent in a few posts.)
Ian suddenly looked up, for a split second, his eyes had turned blood red, and dark markings had formed on his head, but that slowly reverted, and he just looked at Carolin, and Heather.
". . ."
Ian quickly looked down again, then Carolin lowered her knife and turned to Heather.
"I didn't do this . . . It was the hand of God.
So . . . You must be Alessa . . . Forgive me that I didn't recognize you at first, your appearance has changed quite a bit, though I shouldn't be surprised considering Harry forced you to change. You are the one chosen to birth God. Come and be baptized in the blood of the wicked, and the blood of the innocent, through their blood, salvation shall be born into this world."
" . . ."
The boy was quite frightened, yet irritated by her comments, finally decided to respond to the woman's insanity.
" Shut the hell up! Who do you think that you are to claim that you speak for anyone but yourself?! "
Ian finally stood to his feet, tears rolling down his cheeks, his hair turned blood red, and his eyes similar in retrospect, a shadow marked the upper half of his face, his teeth like fangs, his fingernails like claws, the boy had the look with one word written on his face. "DIE"
"Excellent. So you're finally changing huh? Nice progress we're making here, at this rate, everything is almost complete . . . I'll be waiting . . . In due time, you shall see me again, take vengeance on me then if you wish. And the name is Carolin, Carolin Wolf, Claudia's older sister."
With her parting words, the door slammed, Ian's mind was filled with hatred for her, slowly however, his body began to revert back to normal, his eyes were the hazel that they were before, his hair blond again, but his heart was still damaged from what he had seen there. Collapsing back down to his knees in the puddles of blood, the boy started to mourn, and cry again, except this time, he wasn't quiet about it.
Carolin Wolf's Appearance
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 9:37 pm
Heather stood there, completely frozen in place from what she had just witnessed, The fact that this woman was the older sibling of Claudia Wolf, The woman Heather hated with a burning, agonizing passion, Even though Claudia was deceased, she still felt hatred and anger towards her, and the fact that her older sister was at the deed the cult has been trying to do for so many years, But in a different way she had not heard of before, Something told her that this wasn't going to be any easier, She rather feared the worse for this task, It seemed like not only Heather was going to be the sacrifice in this attempt, but many others too. and also the fact that she just watched Ian go into a berserk moment with this woman, it was obvious she was the one who killed these people, which Heather now assumed was his family, Though there was something strange about the kid when he got angry, He wasn't himself at all, It was like his body was taken over by something else, something more evil, Which frightened her a bit, What did Carolin mean by "Changing"? Her stomach turned into tight knots. '...What the hell?'Though it looked that Ian has came back to his senses, Heather lowered her head to see that he was back onto his knee's closer to his family, this time more sorrowful than before, Sobbing weeps were heard from his spot he currently kneeled on, It couldn't help but remind Heather about the time she found her father dead in her home two years ago, She never felt so sad and angry in her life until that very day, and ever since then things weren't the same, She understood Ian's agony at the moment. Heather felt a little uneasy getting near him from what just happened, But she couldn't help but feel pity for the boy either, Bravely, She then slowly walked towards Ian as she kneeled down next to him, patting his back in a friendly manner to try to comfort him, at least a little. "I-It'll be alright, Ian, I understand how you must feel right now..."She paused, pulling her hand back as she slowly stood up, The girl sighed as she crossed her arms while staring at the lifeless bodies piled onto each other. "...We have to find her, we have to stop Carolin as soon as possible, Before she hurts and/or kills anybody else, or worse..."Heather felt the knots in her stomach tighten up even more. Here we go again.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 12:24 am
He ran going down Midwich Street seeing the alley he went down it he was confused why he was trasfered here and why he kept seeing that.girl but he wanted answers he stopped in front of the chainsaw shop he was hoping to see people seeing the gas station he walked inside his anger growing.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:36 am
Quote: OBJECTIVE: Make it to Levin St. Cross through Dog House, make it down Midwich Street, and through the alley leading to the Chainsaw shop, and the Gas Station. Cult approach inbound, darkness hovers over the whole town, unless you're currently in the Otherworld, Carolin's darkness should be visible to you, making the town much less visible, almost like night, but more unnatural. Air Screamers should be more common, Cult Members are moving around to capture, and take the blood of those who they deem necessary to form their ritual, estimate: At least thirty cult members wandering about in the fog.
Ian stopped crying after a few minutes then turned around, he seemed quite upset, his face was somewhat red from the tears, but he didn't care, he made up in his mind, he was going to kill that lady.
". . . Alright then . . . We are going to kill her. Oh and . . . Thank you for following me in here when you did."
Ian now filled with a new determination fueled by hatred, and revenge stood up, though this wasn't necessarily a good thing. With both arms folded across his chest, Ian asked,
"Where do you plan to start?"
Meanwhile outside, a new darkness slowly formed around the town, nothing physically was different outside, but it was . . . becoming 'dark again.' This event was hardly noticeable from outside the Church.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 7:35 pm
Heather stood there for a moment to think of where to proceed, Since the Church didn't seem much of importance right now, No sense in exploring the place sine it didn't seem very big, Nothing caught her attention anyhow. Heather then brought out the map to see where would look decent to explore, Though something was tugging on her mind to head towards Central Silent Hill, She decided to listen to the tugging and placed the map back in her pocket, Nothing else caught her interest anyways "There's nothing else to search for here...Let's head to the central area of Silent Hill....And you're welcome."Heather said as she looked at Ian, his face looking like a crying wreck, poor kid, The young adult turned to face the entrance they currently took to enter the Church, doors still wide open causing an unpleasant breeze flowing into the building, quickly ignoring the breeze as she stepped outside the Church, Though it felt somewhat...different, But she shrugged it off and headed left towards where the gas station resides, As they walk towards to their destination, Something unexpectedly came flying down at the two, Quickly reacting as Heather jumped to the side to avoid it's attack, She finally caught a good glimpse of it, A Pterodactyl? Heather thought as she stood in fear of the flying, horrific creature flying around her, though it looked like a Pterodactyl, with a lot more frightning twists to it, Nothing like she has encountered before, As she saw the creature flew back towards her, she quickly held out her Katana in a defending stance, Quickly stabbing the flying monster as it got but a few inches closer causing a loud yelp to escape from her mouth, Heather watched as it fell to the ground, A puddle of blood began to surround it's dead features, Her heart pounding rabidly like a bongo, Panting heavily as she stared at the dead creature. The hell was this thing...?After a few moments of calming herself down, Catching her breathe in a slower speed and her heart beat back to it's normal pace, she slid the Katana back in it's sheath, She walked towards back to Ian. "You alright, Ian? I don't even know what just happened there...Heather said as they proceeded down the street from where they left off.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 7:15 pm
So it was simple enough that trouble was already starting to surface when the frail girl of blue stopped into the shadows. Threats, tears and sadness if she didn't visual saw herself. But she felt. Strict? Danger? It rose greatly by the cult, it disturb the town and Alessa greatly. For years, even still in control of the demonic town, threats to use the power into completion was going to be a forever threat. As long as the cult is alive.
She did hide in the showers by the dog house, listening multi voices rushing fluently. A rusted voice timbered, only knowing that it was a cult member who threaten a boy and the girl she resembled, Cheryl. "...."
(shot DX bad weeks lately)
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 6:27 pm
【✠】▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇↑ ↓ 「 cувιℓ вєииєтт 」 ↑ ↓ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇【✠】 The darkness was there. It reeked of musky copper, almost like blood during the first fresh cut. The dizziness kept the room spinning for hours and many more just to gather the strength to move a single arm. Clank. The back of her hand hit hard against rustic metal and it clambered and echoed under the pressure she applied to move it. Even with how aged it felt, it would not budge. The blonde moaned as her eyes began to flutter and the room finally stabilized. "Stop..." She whispered, reaching above her face for some invisible force. For a moment she didn't know why she was here, in fact, she couldn't even remember the last few hours.
'Retrace your steps...' Cybil thought to herself. When Harry failed to rendezvous, in what little to minimum contact they kept with one another, the detective packed her things and took the longest drive of her life. There was only one person on Earth that knew where Harry and his child had gone to after the incident involving Silent Hill and she had kept that secret and would keep that secret until she was dead and gone; when it no longer mattered. However, Cybil couldn't recall making it that far. Just driving. The stranger's eyes reflecting in her rearview mirror, a loud CLICK and then... nothing.....
Cybil sat up, the most excruciatingly painful thing she ever had to endure. Had she been shot? Before she could investigate her head hit the lid of the dark box she was occupying. "s**t." The blonde hissed through her teeth, raising her hands above her head and giving the lid one large shove; however to no avail, someone had locked her inside. The good news was, if she had been shot, or stabbed, whatever idiot put her here never did their research. They never bothered checking for the Kevlar vest first, amateurs. However, being shot at close range hurts like hell and there was surely to be deep bruising and a possible broken rib.
The darkness and the stench was becoming unbearable and Cybil re-situated herself into a kneeling position. Against the pain of her body screaming for her to stop she pushed off the bottom of the metal box and slammed her back into the lid. The lock creaked and heaved, heavy with age but still held on. Her breath was heavy as she gave it another go. Still it creaked and heaved as she continued until finally it gave way and the lid flung open. Cybil gasped for air and shoved her arms over the edge of the box, catching her breath. Despite the dimness of her location, it was still brighter than the city garbage bin her assailants tossed her in like some piece of trash.
Her blue eyes finally fluttered completely open, surveying her surroundings. Nothing but abandoned buildings and rickety old street lamps, but a strange feeling of dread she had known and tried to forget. "No..." She whispered, forcing herself to climb out of the garbage bin and kneeling against its rusted wall. "No, no, no." Cybil reached for her side arm and found her holster empty. "This cannot be happening." How in the hell could she have wound back up here? She scrambled to her boot and located her concealed arm, a small caliber Taurus 22B, opening the chamber to find all eight munitions inside. Eight chances to stay alive. Eight chances to get the hell out of here.
Cybil stood to her full height and walked around the garbage bin for any blunt weapon she could get her hand on. Anything that would give her better chances than a snow ball in hell and eight shots. Sure enough near the thrust open door of a beat up old station wagon was a crowbar, easily used by the person that needed into the vehicle. Along the ground was a dried trail of dark brown, blood without a doubt, where someone had been dragged away. Even the crow bar had been covered in it. Though it failed to protect its owner the first time, Cybil would make damn sure it did the trick this time.
She lowered the crow bar to her side using the other hand to cover the side of her abdomen which stung like hell. Out of the alley way, Cybil scanned the street in search of street signs or the familiar bus route maps plastered to the benches and street poles, anything to indicate her location. Of anyone, she knew this place like the back of her hand, but as the years passed and her relentless need to forget took over; her memories of streets and buildings were few and far between. Sure enough on the southern end of the street was a sign, bent nearly in half indicating, "Midwich."
"Just perfect. The fun starts all over again." And Cybil hugged the stretch of buildings back into the alley and headed in the opposite direction. Nothing good ever came of anyone on Midwich, so she wanted as far from it as she could get. Just through the mouth of the alley and near dense fog, she could see the outline of a gas station or a self help car cleaner; she couldn't really make out the difference from this location. The sound of footsteps and all too familiar screeching echoed through the darkened sky, which forced her to duck back into the alley way. The cop strapped the crowbar to her belt and retrieved her side arm. Cocking the bullet into the chamber, Cybil held it close to her, awaiting her chance to head to the gas station now that she was certain that is what it was. A much more suitable position to think of a plan of escape. She needed a map, some Advil and for all intense purposes a hell of a lot of faith.[[ooc: Oh my freaking God, I am so sorry. XDD I promise not to make it this long on a basis. But I just thought it was a cool start for my first post. If anyone needs something to do, I am here. For now I want to see what everyone else is doing before making my next move.]]
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 10:23 pm
Quote: OBJECTIVE: Make it to Levin St. Cross through Dog House, make it down Midwich Street, and through the alley leading to the Chainsaw shop, and the Gas Station. Cult approach inbound, darkness hovers over the whole town, unless you're currently in the Otherworld, Carolin's darkness should be visible to you, making the town much less visible, almost like night, but more unnatural. Air Screamers should be more common, Cult Members are moving around to capture, and take the blood of those who they deem necessary to form their ritual, estimate: At least thirty cult members wandering about in the fog. A notice will go out when one doesn't have to worry about them anymore, once you get passed the gas station, and the bridge, you need to post in Central Silent Hill, this thread won't be important anymore for you unless crossing back through this thread to go to another location in the town. The hospital is a next objective, it is possible for a few people to meet each other, including a 'certain someone'
Ian's mind wasn't fully focused on the matter at hand at that point in time, so he never expected what was coming next. The next thing he felt was the sharp pain of claws slashing across his lower right arm, and upper right arm, leaving a series of deep, but not too serious scratches on him.
"Ahh!"
Ian grasped his right arm, and looked at the creature in fear, before anything else could happen, the next thing he knew was that the creature was dead, shot down by Heather. The boy quickly tried to get back to his feet, he could feel a little bit of blood ooze down his arm where he was cut up.
"Ugh . . . . Crap that hurt . . . Thank you I guess, what the heck was that thing?"
Meanwhile, Caroline walked down into the basement of Alchemilla Hospital, arming herself, and preparing herself for the sadistic things she planned to do.
"When I'm done with them, they will beg to be bled dry . . ."
http://doombells.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d4k4msf
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 11:29 pm
Heather noticed Ian slightly wincing in pain as he held onto his arm from the little attack from the horrific Pterodactyl like creature. "Whoa! Are you alright?"The young adult asked as she hen noticed another scratch on his other arm, Slight concern then began to write on her face, Though thankfully it didn't look too serious, But still in need to be treated before the wounds get infected. "We should get those treated..."She paused for a brief moment as she started looking through her pockets for a first aid kit. "And I'm not sure what the hell that thing was, But I have an uneasy feeling we're going to be seeing more of these from now on..."Heather furrowed her brows in concern and fear as she bit down on her lower lip, Something in her gut was telling her things were going to get a lot more difficult as they go deeper into the hell that awaits them, Perhaps maybe more intense than last time.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 6:47 pm
Anthony wasn't awake enough to realize there was a metal bar right above his head...
"RAZZAAM FRAZZAAM MUMMFFRDEDDF" he muttered out loud as he slowly recovered.
"Damn, it's dark... cold too..."
he got his S&W out.
taped to the bottom of the barrel, there was a flashlight.
"Good thing i grabbed this before i left the hotel..." he said as he clicked the flashlight on...
Big Mistake.
he barely managed to swerve his head out of the way of a knife.
He lost his balance and fell to the floor
the knife came down
Anthony pulled the trigger just in time to see a mutilated nurse fall to the ground, holding the knife.
Three more were behind the fallen one.
Anthony quickly got up and fired at the nurses too fast and knocked himself across the bridge of his nose.
"s**t"
by this time more nurses had appeared...
"
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 10:26 am
 The girl Valerie was gone. Where did she go? James asked to himself. A monster came and took her but it wasn't normal monster. It almost looked like him but it wasn't. It was something else. He can't worry now. He needs to start walking. That girl took him otherworld. Or was it that thing? James needed to stop and keep on walking.
He finally made to the dog house and saw a unlock house close by. He was glad no new monsters showed up yet. He looked around the house to find nothing then he step outside from the backdoor. This backdoor been unlock to. Someone was here before. He step out and looked at his map in the dark. He was at Midwich road. Where should he go next? He wondered. The school was close by but something could blocking the path. He didn't know where he should go. James decided to keep walking until he finds some clues where he should go.
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StressSnake12 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 7:36 pm
Quote: OBJECTIVE: Make it to Levin St. Cross through Dog House, make it down Midwich Street, and through the alley leading to the Chainsaw shop, and the Gas Station. Cult approach inbound, darkness hovers over the whole town, unless you're currently in the Otherworld, Carolin's darkness should be visible to you, making the town much less visible, almost like night, but more unnatural. Air Screamers should be more common, Cult Members are moving around to capture, and take the blood of those who they deem necessary to form their ritual, estimate: At least thirty cult members wandering about in the fog. A notice will go out when one doesn't have to worry about them anymore, once you get passed the gas station, and the bridge, you need to post in Central Silent Hill, this thread won't be important anymore for you unless crossing back through this thread to go to another location in the town. The hospital is a next objective, it is possible for a few people to meet each other, including a 'certain someone'
Ian didn't notice it as much before, but his arms stung, he tried to ignore them, they weren't that bad, they were about as bad as knives slashing across the upper layer of the skin, they were somewhat deep, they definitely looked bad, but he couldn't tell how bad they actually were..
"Man... these sting . . . Well in the case of us encountering any other hell spawn, lets just be more prepared next time. Who knows what is waiting for us . . ."
Ian sat down so Heather could look at his arms, but his eyes were more open than ever before, fear, anger, and a cacophony of emotions threatened to cloud his chain of thought, and his sight, it would certainly be the easy thing to do to just quit, and die at the moment. But he couldn't afford to quit, he knew that he needed to uncover for himself what was really going on in the town.
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