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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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 Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 3:52 am
  It seemed like everyone had a desire to be vague, except for the oldest of them-- Jonathan. He snapped at her for teasing, before starting some introduction for what sounded like it would be a speech. He asked about a Virginian incident, two years prior. Two years ago, Riley didn't know what was going on in her own house, much less other states. After all, two years ago Riley was seventeen-- and at seventeen she was still fighting off those monstrous people that had tried to force her to change her surname, and accept herself as theirs. Implied ownership, it was disgusting.
A year later, when Riley moved out, they just gave up. Poof, and they were gone, with Riley left mostly unscathed-- and with her surname intact. And since she still had her last name, and had not changed as a person, that was the only way she could wait for the letter or phone call she expected to receive from her real parents, the ones she'd been waiting for for entirely too long.
Maybe had she had an ear to the rest of the world, she would've known about the incident. Adam seemed to, but he was careful to express that he had no opinion about the incident. It was simply something he recalled happened. She shook her head, though she could already start to guess what it was that Jonathan was going to say. He was involved, that explained his old-looking injuries. And someone was looking to blame him. Hell, people died. And someone was always going to be looking for someone to blame, that was reason enough not to feed the accuser's fire, or give them whatever they wanted. Appease them. It was a lost cause.
[OOC: I'm so sorry, guys. The rest of my post was going to be filler, anyway, but I can't type anymore-- I'm scared I'm going to aggravate the hole in my hand to blood.]
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 12:41 pm
"That's pretty must the jist of it, unfortunately some people just can't accept it as an accident and constantly either harass me about it or set up some sort of silly conspiracy website". Jonathan spat into the dirt in disgust and rolled his eye. He despised how people blamed others for anything and then took it way out of proportion like most people do.
Jonathan felt a strong urge to ask this, hell any sane person would ask it given this unique situation that the four were in. "So did anyone know anything about this place prior to being told to come here? Surely there must've been something mentioned about this place before now?". This place was far too mysterious and suspicious to not be mentioned in the news or be subject of rumours and gossip, something was not right. Not right at all.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 7:37 pm
 xx xx xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxseamus jacob erikson Seamus waited patiently throughout Jonathan's speech, as distant and unsympathetic as ever. His mom had always told him to be himself, that was the surefire way to live with yourself-- and if you could live with yourself, then maybe you'd find someone else that could. That was all love was, she'd said. Seamus came from a realistic family, the kind that didn't put those silly "be whatever you want to" thoughts in his head. He was raised on Beautiful Joe, not whatever fairy tales were told to other children.
Seamus didn't comment on Jonathan's story, once he'd finished, and there was only a moment of awkward silence before Jonathan asked what the town had been before its evident abandonment. Seamus hadn't been through the town, but he'd been hanging on its outskirts. These were the first people he'd found, and they all seemed under the impression that this was a ghost town. He had not heard differently, and had no choice but to trust them.
"What, you've never heard of the great resort town, Silent Hill?" Seamus asked. He remembered people he knew coming here for short vacations, but that was a long time ago. He'd been here once before, for a wedding. The town was a lot more lively then, and there hadn't been as much fog. There was no immediate answer, and he hadn't expected differently. Seamus allowed himself to wander from the group, if not only a couple feet.
His lack of social skills was nothing new, Seamus had always been this way-- at least to some extent. It had only worsened over the last couple years, but he almost preferred it this way. His wandering steps took him to a place he did remember. It was the third grave from the path, grass had grown over it, and died, and grown again. Currently, the grass crunched dryly beneath his shoes. Seamus kneeled before the grave and dusted away the dirt that had settled there.
His mind conjured up the story he so clearly remembered. "Her name was Laura-Katherine Marie. And she wanted me to put 'bring me flowers, or I'll haunt your a**' on her headstone." Instead, in bold lettering was "A better woman that any could hope to be." Seamus had never met this Laura-Katherine Marie lady, but he'd heard enough stories to feel as if he'd grown up alongside her. Just in front of her grave was a bundle of flowers. They looked brittle, but not wilted. They were dried. There was no telling how old they were.
Their color had left them in the drying process, and they looked almost haunting in their present state. They couldn't have been planted there long ago, after all, they looked almost completely intact. Seamus reached out and turned the bouquet carefully to find a flourists' card attached. The writing was calligraphic, though it looked hurried. The handwriting was unfamiliar. "The truth is rarely pure, and never simple."
Although every bit of learning he'd ever done said that it was the absolute wrong thing to do, Seamus quietly pocketed the card before standing again. He left the grave of Laura-Katherine Marie to return to the small group. Time was wasted on him, he didn't know how long he'd been wandering, or what he'd missed. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm here to see the town. So unless I'm not alone in my decision, I'll wish you the best of luck and be on my way." The best way to be heard was to speak quietly, there was another thing that had been drilled into him as a child.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 3:14 pm
"If this place is so great then why is it so deserted? If this is supposed to be a resort then where is everybody, nobody is here and the place is falling into a state of disrepair". Jonathan looked around, why would a young lady's parents ask her to meet them in a ghost town, it seemed far too suspicious. The boy named Seamus claimed to be looking for something so that wasn't as suspicious as the girl's reason for being here and the man named Adam didn't give a reason, guess he was wanting to keep it private.
Jonathan watched as the man with glasses claimed to be here to see the town, good luck with that. "Have fun, oh tell us if you find a cobweb or two, maybe that'll make this trip a WHOLE lot more fun for all of us". Jonathan turned to look at the other two but stopped, he gazed between their two heads and looked into the distance. He could've sworn he saw some sort of figure in the mist standing between the graves. This was very odd, Jonathan figured he might need to use his gun soon.
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 5:15 pm
Seamus mentioned the Silent hill was a resort town, and privately, Riley was glad not to have been the only one who'd heard that. "I thought it was still a resort town." Was Riley's answer, even as Seamus was wandering off. But evidently, not anymore. Had any of them actually been to the town?
Jonathan continued being just generally hostile, for no particularly obvious reason, even as Seamus returned to say that he was headed off to the town. What was this guy's problem? Riley got the whole "hating of crazies" thing, but it was almost uncalled for, lashing out at everyone else. Thus far, Seamus hadn't seen particularly bothered-- but how much before it was too much?
"I really ought to be heading in that direction as well, my mom's the impatient type." Riley responded to Seamus, doing her best to ignore Jonathan's provoking-- after all, it wasn't aimed at her. Besides, there didn't seem to be any reason to stay around the graveyard, and it was giving her chills. With luck, the fog didn't extend all of the way out into the town itself.
Jonathan was only just casting that glance of his back at Adam and Riley, but he froze, looking almost past them. Riley turned to look back over her shoulder, but saw nothing. Nothing but fog, but that was nothing new. "Jonathan, you okay?" She asked, almost a little hesitantly. Obviously, they'd stumbled on a looney.
[OOC: s**t post, I know. I'm sorry. =/]
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 8:46 am
"Y-yeah, I'm fine". Jonathan sighed gently before shaking his head, a cold breath of air escaped his lungs and becoming part of the fog. "Sorry for lashing out back there, guess this place is playing with my nerves a bit". Jonathan had to agree with Seamus and Riley, they had met, had a word or two, didn't seem like anything was going to happen so that was that.
"Well I might as well go find the person who called me here, can't really afford to waste time in this place". Jonathan gently manoeuvred past Riley and Adam and headed in the direction he thought he saw the figure at, if he actually did see someone then it might have been the person he needed to meet, or was a local, he needed answers and he's willing to put a bullet in someone's leg to get them.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 3:08 pm
_________________Trapped with those forever silenced;;xxxxxxx_________________xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx THIS IS GOING TO TAKE THE CLARITY OUT OF ME
Adam stared blankly at Jonathan, noting his bitterness about the situation and coming across the definite fact that it was safe to assume that Jonathan was the one implicated. He spat, something Adam detested, but it would only be visible to anyone watching by a quirk of his eye. Seamus mentioned that Silent Hill was supposed to be a resort town, and Adam's face formed a slow mask of surprise. So it really was a resort town. Could it really be that famous? Jonathan said something just as lashing towards Seamus, and promptly stared off into the distance. More dialogue, but Jonathan and Seamus turned away. This made Adam uneasy. Every one should stay together, he decided.
"I don't think that's such a good idea. Perhaps we should all stay together, I have a feeling that splitting up here is imprudent," He said in a louder than usual voice.
He didn't want them to split up. There was something comforting about having so many other live bodies around, but all of them dispersing made him nervous. To be alone in Silent Hill now was too nerve wracking a thought at this moment. sure, there would probably be some other comfort in knowing 3 other people were in the town, but not so much as them being near you.
>>It sucks, but whatever.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 3:22 pm
Jonathan stopped when Adam mentioned that splitting up was a bad idea, he closed his eye and decided to think, he had a point since this place is seemingly deserted and areas like these usually have a freak or two just waiting to rape you or slit your throat and then rape you, charming. He nodded his head slightly and went back until he stood beside Adam.
"You got a point there kid but there's one simple problem. How are we all supposed to get our tasks done if we're all grouped together? Riley's reason seems really personal and unless you know how to fire a gun I can't afford dragging you along to my meeting with this psycho".
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 6:29 pm
Riley nodded in agreement with Jonathan. She could understand why Adam wanted to stay together, but it wasn't practical. "I think you're overreacting." She promised him with a quick, decisive nod. Her parents wouldn't ask her to meet them in any place dangerous. It was hard to take all of the warning seriously, and she was convinced that Adam was just being dramatic. "Have you been into the town yet?" She asked him, though she didn't wait for an answer.
"If it were that dangerous, it would be blocked off, or something." She promised them, though she could easily admit that all of the talk of danger had unnerved her a little. She wouldn't mind traveling with someone, but the idea of anyone witnessing the tender moment she expected to share with her long-estranged parents was repulsive to her.
Still, the idea of traveling alone through a big ghost town was kind of off-putting, but Riley could see no way around it. She was used to being alone, as she ought to have been-- and worse yet was the idea of being dependent on anyone for anything, ever. Jonathan had openly agreed, his mind on practicality. What did he care what a psycho thought of him, anyway? Let the mental case think what he would, after all, it seemed like Jonathan was suffering enough for whatever it was that he did or didn't do.
Seamus had, thus far, been silent on the topic, though Riley doubted that there was any way he didn't have an opinion. It seemed kind of ironic that it was Adam that wanted to travel in a group, when he was the one that had spoken the least, and seemed the most indifferent to the other's very existence. And so long as they were still there, they would likely be treated to the same cold indifference-- Riley almost preferred being alone. The pressing silence was infinitely more welcoming than the stranger.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 4:15 pm
Maxwell Coralyn Reid  ----- Max gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles. Her anger was finally starting to ebb when the weather darkened. She forced herself into a steady calm which allowed her to better maneuver the vehicle; the fog was settling in, and the last thing she wanted was to end up in a ditch somewhere… or into another driver’s car, for that matter. She was starting to wonder if she’d gone the wrong way at the last turnoff, because the mist was heavier now, and it was as if she’d entered another world entirely.
Losing herself in her thoughts again, Max’s hands went on auto-pilot. Of course they had been surprised – they’d never expected her to show back up on their doorstep. That’s what they’d implied in abandoning her, wasn’t it? They had no idea the life-long scars she would hold now: the constant shift of homes, the different sets of foster parents – all abusive and neglectful. Max was lucky that she’d gotten out at sixteen, after a fellow foster child convinced her to file for emancipation. It was difficult having no parents, but when the state is your mother and father, you’re better off alone.
There wasn’t even any excuse for it, her being placed in foster care. At first she blamed the Devil; only he could have been so cruel as to take her parents from her. Max became faithful and a devout Catholic, asking for God everyday to send them back. It was only until she got older did she see the mistake in that.
Tall for her age, Maxwell had long hair that fell down her back in waves, setting her apart from the rest of the kids in the homes. Some foster parents even saw it as an omen, combined with her yellowish hazel eyes. Countless times had she been called a witchling by many crazy old foster moms. Couple her appearance with her lack of appetite and she was shunned before she even learned the parent’s names. After a while they all started to blur, anyway. She couldn’t let anyone in, or they’d destroy her from the inside out and only get hurt in the process.
Once, someone told her that she was beautiful, but she tossed those comments aside. Erik… Max missed him, but wouldn’t let herself think of him. She had left him for his own good.. and hers. It was too dangerous for them to be together – in her line of work, the people you loved got used and often killed in even the best circumstances.
Max turned her headlights on, but she couldn’t see past ten feet in front of her. It was as if the clouds had fallen to the ground. She started to slow down when a street sign came into view. Oh no, it’s coming too fast! she thought, frantically pounding the brakes, but it was too late. The front end of the car wrapped around the metal pole, and knocked it askew in the process. No airbags shot out to cushion her fall, and Max’s head jerked forward, her forehead smacking straight into the tough leather of the steering wheel. All she could hear was metal being torn apart and an explosion of smoke before silence.
A few minutes passed before the red-head sat up again, sluggishly maneuvering to unfasten her tightened restraint. At least I wore my seatbelt, she thought groggily, working her way slowly out of the car. It was a miracle that her feet weren’t crushed, and for some reason the air bags didn’t deploy. Strange, this car was new when I bought it. Maybe someone… She shook her head. Stop being so paranoid. The world isn’t out to get you, Max. Not the whole world, anyway. “The last thing I need is your voice popping into my head now, Erik,” she mumbled angrily under her breath.
She stepped outside to assess the damage – it wasn’t as bad as she had thought. The sign had taken most of the impact; however, her smoking engine made it clear that the car wasn’t going to start up again anytime soon. “Damn it!” Max shouted, her voice echoing as she kicked the hubcap violently. “Piece of s**t.” Quickly, the red-head scanned every direction, looking for anyone that could help, but all she could spy were a few distant buildings up ahead. Before setting off, she leaned back into the car and pulled out a small Glock from the glove box. She only had one magazine, but seventeen shots were better than none. Besides, well-placed those became seventeen kills. The last thing I want to do is use this damn thing, but… In her experience, you could never be too careful; hesitation equaled death in her line of work. Some protection was better than none. “An ounce of prevention,” she mumbled, wishing she’d brought her combat knife, but it had been left behind in her rush to get out of her apartment. She ran off in the direction of the buildings.
Coming up close, she noticed the building was a police station. “Of course,” the girl grumbled, both relieved and unnerved in finding the authorities. As long as they didn’t want any ID, she figured she could at least ask for directions; she didn’t know where the hell she was. The sign she crashed into was faintly labeled ‘Crichton St.’, but she didn’t remember any Crichton Street on her map. She opened the door, which was grimy and looked worse for wear. Stepping inside, she yelled out a “Hello?”, But there was no answer. And from the looks of the lobby, there wasn’t going to be one any time soon. Papers were scattered everywhere, lockers hung open on rusted hinges, and gun holsters and coats hung up on the coat rack nailed beside her. The place looked deserted.
Max sat down in a chair by the entrance, not sure of what to do next. The phone didn’t work; all she got was static. She ran a hand through her disheveled hair before sighing loudly. “Where the ******** am I?”-----   
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 1:57 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxseamus jacob eriksonAnd, once again, Jonathan was being wittily sarcastic. Everyone seemed to ignore it, and Riley spoke up while Seamus was trying to figure out from what direction he had come. Riley said she, too, ought to head into town as well. Adam threw in his opinion, maybe for the first time since they'd all met.
Seamus shook his head to the other's opinions. "Adam's right." He spoke up, suddenly. "We don't know what this place is going to be like, until we know its safe it's probably best to stay together." Seamus wasn't sure he liked the idea, but he had no choice but to admit that it probably was their best option, for all of them, except perhaps Jonathan-- they would probably slow him down, if he was really as able as he claimed to be.
"We can make ourself scarce during your meeting. Do you know when or where you're supposed to meet your psycho?" It would've seemed obvious that he would have a meeting place arranged, but thus far it hadn't seemed as if he'd mentioned anything. It wouldn't have mattered either way to Seamus, who had no clues as to where to go for what he was looking for. He could only hope to wander and eventually find something that might lead him in the right direction.
He'd stay here until death claimed him, if he had to, but he was not leaving until he'd gotten what he'd come for. Seamus shoved his hands deep in his jacket pockets, fighting off the cold, angry, bitterness that had suddenly overcome him. He tried to keep it from being evident, after all, what they all needed was to be clearheaded as they came to a decision. Really, Seamus would've simply left, but the idea of being in a group was reassuring.
If there was any sort of danger here, and seldom was any place without danger, they'd stand a better chance at maybe spotting and avoiding it in a group. Seamus wouldn't have cared, but he couldn't much find anything if he were laying dead somewhere in a ditch, or fallen down some decaying steps, or a number of other ways he could meet his unfortunate end.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 4:11 am
Jonathan took out a piece of paper and unfolded it, he scanned it till about halfway down before speaking. "According to the letter I have to meet them at the docks in about an hour from now, did any of you come here by boat?". He decided to drop the sarcasm and lashing out, his attitude and behaviour wasn't going to win him any points with these three, hell he wouldn't be surprised if they left him to die.
"Make yourself scarce huh? Sounds like a plan but I need to ask, did any of you come with something to defend yourself?". Jonathan prayed to god that they had some sort of weapon or something for self-defence, he really did not want to be the only one with something to fight back with.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 6:17 am
_________________Trapped with those forever silenced;;xxxxxxx_________________xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx THIS IS GOING TO TAKE THE CLARITY OUT OF ME
Adam felt a quirk of annoyance at Jonathan and Riley's response, showed by a lowering of the eyebrows. He felt that they were taking things much too lightly. Even if her parents wouldn't send her anywhere dangerous, other peoples agendas didn't coincide with hers, and any slashers or rapists wouldn't really care how her parents felt about it. Jonathan also said he wanted to go solo, and Adam felt again the pang of fear. Overreacting? Overreacting? They were under reacting, in his opinion.
He felt a wave of ease as Seamus agreed with him. It wasn't as though he wanted to just roam around with them, Adam probably did best on his own. It was just quite a fearful thought to explore something unknown by himself, and comforting to be around other people. Seamus' idea was that they could leave Riley once she met her parents, and they could leave Jonathan alone with his psycho once they found him, and that didn't sound too bad.
He heard Jonathan's questions and shook his head at both of them.
"I wasn't expecting to do anything that involved weapons here," he said with a tinge of humor.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 6:35 am
Jonathan had agreed with her, and it only helped. Obviously, he knew danger, and if he thought it was better for them to split up, then... Seamus. It was Seamus who thought he was being clever, practical, maybe even logical. Sure, it made perfect sense, they'd split up when they came across their goals, but Riley rather didn't like that idea. She had no set place she needed to be, they didn't tell her where to meet. They just said "here", or, even, they hadn't said that. A plane ticket and a Silent Hill brochure. It was enough to get her here, though, and they ought've known that.
Riley dug through her bag, and it was in her hands again. It was comforting, the pictures of all of the people having fun in the amusement part, or rowing through the lake, it made the place seem almost liveable. Jonathan asked if they had brought anything to defend themselves with. Adam gave exactly the same answer that Riley would've. "I thought there were still people here."
Besides, who in their right mind brought a weapon with them anywhere? Or, better yet, who went somewhere where they suspected they might need a weapon? Besides, Riley had only just stepped off a plane, and weapons were the last thing on her mind, and the first thing on their's. They'd let her carry a gun on when hell froze over.
It seemed to Riley like everyone was getting ahead of themselves. They didn't even know, for sure, that the place was dangerous, all they knew was that it was empty. The dangers that Riley thought of when she thought of an empty town was collapsing stairwells and decaying woodwork. No rifle could save you from that, unless you were McGyver or Batman. And none of them were either.
Really, though, Riley had been so excited about the message implied through the plane ticket and brochure, her parents were the stoic, quiet type-- when there was no good way to voice their thoughts, they didn't-- Riley might've wandered into the jaws of hell itself to meet them.
[OOC: I'm hoping my posts'll get longer, when we actually start to see some action. =/ ]
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:12 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxseamus jacob eriksonHow was it that no one knew what exactly the town had in store for them? Sure, Riley seemed to have come from far away, but news should've spread. How does a town shut down, and everyone leave, without so much as a word in the news? Why would it have shut down? Thus far, Seamus had stayed on the outskirts. He had seen only a park, and the length of a street on the way here. The park looked as it always had, and that was empty. The park had never been very well populated, though, because it was not appealing, visually. It was in memorial, it was supposed to be a place of morning, and a place that looked out over the lake. All that Seamus had noticed between there and here was the fog.
He certainly hadn't brought anything with which to defend himself, and why should he? The last time he was here, the town was populated, and was still advertising itself as a nice place to visit. Seamus shook his head in answer to Jonathan's question. "Seems like you're the only one who came prepared." He noted, though it didn't need vocalizing, as it was fairly well known.
"I'm sure the most dangerous thing we're apt to meet is the person you're here to see, and if we're not around when he is, there shouldn't be too much to worry about." Seamus was almost hesitant to say that, at least, so long that there was no wood to knock on. But it was true. Probably, whoever was left were the people who were too stubborn to leave, or the people that had come to take their place-- those that had no place else to be. And there was a good chance that they would not be dangerous. Seamus doubted that anyone else here were likely to have guns, it would be inconvenient to say the very least.
Or maybe he was being over-optimistic. Maybe they would meet every psychopath between here and Brahms, though Seamus doubted it. It didn't hurt to be prepared, but seeing as how they weren't, it was easy to see how it might not affect them, at least, not as much as the others seemed to predict. He was in a rush, getting to the town, if only because he'd waited too long. He didn't know how much time he intended on spending here, he'd called in to work claiming the lie that he had a funeral to go to, matters to arrange, and he wasn't sure when he would be back. He was not a key player in his office, and he was sure he wouldn't be missed. After all, how many times had he checked out before, and returned to find that same phrase: "oh, you'd gone somewhere?" upon his return.
They'd never know the danger they were walking into, if they didn't start walking.
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