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 Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 12:39 pm
The town hasn't been named throughout the series, however, the town is one where Harry and Heather moved to after fleeing Portland. At least a few hours' drive from Silent Hill, possibly farther; Douglas states that it would be too far to walk. Harry and Heather lived here for twelve years prior to the events of Silent Hill 3. Heather still lives inside the Daisy Villa Apartments nearby.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 9:36 pm
Heather and Shailynne had been in the car for a bit, they got out of the Apartment Complex a few minutes ago, Heather hadn't said much since then. The girl had remained quiet, she didn't say much as they continued, however, Heather listened to Shailynne's story closely as she spoke. When Heather turned and saw the note that Shailynne had that said, "Daddy is home Heather," it made her freeze. What was this? Who wrote that? It most certainly wasn't her Dad who had scrawled that, could Alessa, or The Order have something to do with it? What the hell was this? Heather remained quiet for a few seconds until hearing her say, "You aren't the only one with secrets." Heather still had that fresh look of sadness on her face, she had stopped crying, but she wasn't any less burdened by the hell she had experienced, distorted images began flashing through her mind, she saw Vincent being stabbed to death first, then she saw the God Claudia gave birth to, then the corpse of her Dad in her apartment, then just the rusty world she went through. She forced herself to shake it off and began focusing on the road around them. Heather looked down at the old, blood-stained journal she was holding, she remembered Douglas giving it to her after she killed The Missionary that Claudia sent to kill her father.
Cheryl "Heather" Mason: "You don't even know the half of it . . . My Dad wrote the journal in my hands for me before he died, I don't know when he did exactly, but he wrote all about the hell he experienced in that town while walking through it to find his daughter nineteen years ago. But it isn't that simple, Harry Mason was my step-father, as far as I'm concerned, he was my Dad, he treated me like I was his very own daughter."
Heather struggled to find the words she was looking for, if there was one thing, she had been depressed for a long time. She never was insane though, of course those who listened to her, like Shailynne, they wouldn't likely think anything of her story unless they experienced the hell he went through.
Cheryl "Heather" Mason: "He found me on the side of a road, six years later, we went on a vacation to the town after his wife died, apparently I had ran off during a car wreck, he didn't give up and chased me into the deepest, darkest areas of Silent Hill. There was a girl named Alessa Gillespie, she had weird power, the cult wanted her power to summon the ancient God of the town. As crazy as it sounds...He killed it, then Alessa appeared again, she gave him a baby, and that grew up to be me . . . I have all of that girl's memories, the girl who he found on the side of the road, and Alessa's. They were sort of the same person. I can't quite explain it. I began to remember most of this crap when I read this, and remembered more as I traveled around the town. Ultimately, instead of me going there and being saved by him, I intend to help him. Earlier before I saw you, Alessa talked to me in my apartment, she told me that he was 'there,' I don't even know where to start looking, but I have to find him."
After fully explaining herself, Heather stopped talking and looked out the window, she watched as they drove around to prepare themselves first, she wasn't really hungry, her stomach felt so tightened up that she almost needed to gasp to breathe, the shock and fear of what she went to built up on her a bit. Heather noticed her reflection in the side mirror, so she turned away, it scared her a bit to stare at it.
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Meditatus Sanctum Mien Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 6:06 pm
It was as if a giant magnifying glass took the rays of morbidly infernal enlightenment and engulfed a small ant hill of denial built up in her head within a cynical blaze of blasphemy. How the hell can a piece of paper do that?! This seemingly improbable, maybe even considered minuscule realization definitely discarded her rankled thoughts into a ditch and doused them with lighter fluid. That well lit match of acceptance fire started and incinerated the maggots of her biased suspicions impregnated into the carcass of her over-active imagination piled on the cadaver of her bombastic assumptions. She could see the warped logic of Heather's explanation flare to life as the flames of enigmatic dogmas consumed her once puerile impositions on surrealism.
Welcome to reality, Shailynne.
Shailynne's thigh throbbed and palpitated at an excruciating pace. It wasn't right. She had all kinds of exotic burns before, but the way this one garnered her reaction was similar to a perpetual car lighter branded cruelly into the meat of her thigh. I need to get a few supplies when we get to the gas station...maybe some holy water and a confession from a nearby church, too. Never went to church by myself, but if there's anything that could help, maybe God, can. She could feel her muscles contracting as the heat intensified. She set her jaw and breathed slowly through her nose. The spasms lessened for the time being. Listening to Heather's voice helped a lot, and she gleaned what she could from the continued, unedited version of the poor girl's plight.
Shailynne briefly glanced at the blood-caked, journal. Thoughts meandered around the possibilities of all this insanity–she decided to call it for lack of a proper grouping of adjectives–zipped here and there, around her half-brother's possible involvement in all this. "Once we get to Silent Hill, we need to look over this journal. I don't mean to pry, or seem demanding, but I need to get a good look at it."
The stark, height of the mountain wall loomed in the darkness if their journey. Shailynne continued to drive. She reveled in the one thing that was constant throughout this shocking revelation dumped in an ice bath of incredulity: the soft sound of both their breathing, the low rumble of the rust bucket's engine, and the presence of genuine company. This girl...she has just as many problems as I do...I wonder if I can really help her at all? I don't even know what I'm going up against, or what'll happen. There are too many loopholes. Too many uncertainties. Too many things that don't add up. The sign to Heather's hometown passed them. Shailynne exited promptly.
"Your Dad found you? That's...he's amazing for being such a good person. I know a lot of people wouldn't have done what he did. He seems like a very noble man. In fact, maybe, we can find him together. I said I'd help you, right? You're going to have to be my guide, once we get there. I have no idea how we're going to prepare for this..." Killing a God didn't sound too appealing, it sounded awry. "What kind of God orders other people to kidnap kids? Maybe it's not such a good idea to go to a church around these parts. Might be more of those fanatics like–what was her name? Uh...Claudia..."
Shailynne still debated with herself.
Why was she willing to help Heather? It's the right thing to do. What exactly was she getting herself into? Risk it. What else do you have to lose? When did Gods start coming into the equation all of a sudden? It's punishment for not believing there could be one... Wasn't it enough that people were crazy, too? Never. It was a while before they found the gas station. Jonathan's sneering face peered into her mind's eye as if to mock her piteous, misshapen observations. Overlooking the obvious in her disgruntled pummeling of her ego, she almost drifted into another mentally induced state of tainted thoughts.
"Once we get somethin' in our stomachs and take off, we'll be okay. The only place that'd be open at this time would be a gas station, so it kinda' limits our options, but I'm sure we'll find something to tie us over–" Shailynne looked over at Heather. Concern furrowed her brow,"–You look like haven't slept, eaten, or had a peace of mind for a long time. It'll be good if we get something to fill your stomach."
The gas station Shailynne veered off to was empty. She unbuckled her belt and opened the door. Shailynne didn't think the girl was going to eat anything, but she decided she would get a few things for her. It would be nice. She went to the gas nozzle and filled the tank up. Her credit card swiped and she entered the code. Next, she put the nozzle back and rushed to the convenience store inside the gas station. Half an hour later, she hopped into the car with several plastic bags filled with all sorts of junk food. There was a fiesta of frosted doughnuts, sandwiches, a colorful array of chips, several large bottles of water, Gatorade, fruit drinks, and a pack of health bars. The other bags contained first aid kits, anti-septic, a splint, several other items of interest as well. The smell of burgers, hot dogs, taquitoes, and corn dogs wafted from another bag as Shailynne buckled herself up.
"I got a little bit of everything in the store, since I really don't know what you like, but you're more than welcome to anything. At the very least, have some Gatorade. You'll need it. Let's go to Silent Hill."
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 8:00 pm
Heather looked out the window quietly as they continued driving, she didn't react to a lot of things around her, but she felt somewhat grateful. When she heard Shailynne go on about that confession, she stated,
"There is no ". . . might be crazy . . ." As far as I'm concerned, none of them are completely right in the head. 'That cult' will try whatever they can to get at me, my dad, and anyone who gets in their way. There are a 'few' who aren't entirely brainwashed though...Those who didn't agree with Claudia."
Heather seemed somewhat hesitant at showing Shailynne her father's journal. It was the last thing that Heather had to remind her of her dad, she definitely didn't see why Shailynne wanted to see it when she basically told her what was in it. She didn't say anything though and remained dead silent as she continued to think, she didn't say anything to Shailynne until she got back in the car. Heather didn't bother to comment on the mass amount of food Shailynne grabbed, she nodded as to say thanks, then she grabbed exactly half of the first aid supplies and stuffed them in her jacket pockets, it was best that they both took half, that is how she saw it anyways.
Cheryl "Heather" Mason: "Yeah . . . looking back, my dad was awesome, he cared about me, regardless of the circumstances he was forced into. Anyways, we should ration the medical equipment properly, I'll carry half, and so will you. If you intend to bring this much food in, we might attract stuff though. I'd suggest just bringing what we can carry."
After organizing her gear, she grabbed a bottle of red Gatoraid and one taquito then began to slowly eat and drink, even one taquito was hard for Heather to eat at the moment. She slowly worked on the Gatoraid after eating the taquito, she drank it then held the bottle in her hand and looked down towards her father's journal again.
Cheryl "Heather" Mason: "Thanks, I couldn't rely on anybody if you weren't here right now. Thank you for everything."
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Meditatus Sanctum Mien Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 3:00 am
Before Shailynne decided to massacre any edible item in the bag, she gently picked up the journal in rare demureness. She maintained an earnest disposition and took her time reading through the book's contents. Its tattered, bloodstained pages contained terrifying recollections of nightmares too real to fade into the recesses of forgetfulness. There were maps, detailed entries about the 'Otherside'. Her mind was gripped and spun about in a venerable mentally construed Charbydis of intricately crafted terrors and a Scylla made from the rabid incarnation of stomach disintegrating dread. The faint smell of dried blood wafted into her nostrils. Male musk. Cologne. She spotted tear stains freely mixed with desperation. They settled on the battered tome's many faces smeared in determination only a true father could know; a man capable of impossible feats who would rip himself to pieces if he couldn't see her again. And meant for his daughter's eyes, only. Her realization didn't hit her upside the head, until she saw Heather's still form. Shailynne gave the memoire back to its beloved owner.
If this was only what the journal invoked and what Heather just spoke to her about...what would the real thing do to Shailynne?
The remaining medical supplies went into whatever she could fit into her pockets and tool belt. Advice was going to be heeded even if Shailynne hadn't been to that hellish place. Physically, that is. Without another word, she nodded accepting Heather's sincere words. The future psychologist held a glimmer in her eye and she exuded as much warmth as possible. How was this girl able to melt Shailynne's heart? It was a while before she felt touched like this, and it seemed a little random, but the emotion took hold of her for a minute. Her soul revived somewhat. It felt good to help someone in need. Her maintenance cap covered her watery eyes. She sniffled a bit and sifted through until she got a bottle of white Gatorade. Before Shailynne could register what was happening, she was already halfway through a big burger. Quickly she swallowed and twisted the cap open, chugged the white liquid, and turned on the engine.
"You're welcome, I know you'd do the same."
With that, Shailynne drove off into the mists of a West Virginian highway road on a mission to Silent Hill.
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