RPG Silence

[Flash]

[I]Connor looked out over the brink of the cliff ahead of him. In the distance, he could see roofs of buildings poking out of the thick fog that hung over the area. He sighed, relieved at his discovery. Civilization at last; Or so he thought.

He stumbled down the mountain path, reaching a road, and a carpark. He looked around, a little confused. He didn't really know where he was, let alone how to get to that town he had seen. He scanned the area, not seeing much of interest. There were a few cars parked in the parking lot, but no-one seemed to be around. Connor glanced behind him, noticing what appeared to be a public toilet. He entered, hoping that maybe someone was in there. He pushed the door, and it fell from it's hinge, crashing on the floor with a loud thud, and an upflow of dust.

The interior of the toilet was very mirky, all the mirrors lining the wall cracked and dirtied. Red graffiti was scribbled across all of the tiled walls and planks of wood from broken down cubicles scattered the floor. Connor turned around, and walked away from the derelict bathroom.

As he walked out, he noticed a shattered glass box on the outside of the bathroom. He approached it, and saw what appeared to be a map of the town. Connor reached cautiously through the jagged glass and grasped the map, pulling it out carefully, as not to cut it on the glass. The map looked old and tattered, worn along the edges. But it was still readable.

From what he could make out, he was in a small place called Silent Hill. He was in South Vale, the southern part of the town, which was connected to the main town via a highway which swung around the shore of Toluca lake. He skimmed over the map, looking for his current position. He looked up, taking in his surroundings. Large Hill, forest, road, restroom. He quickly found it. This road would lead him right into the South Vale if he followed it. He might even be able to hitch a ride if anyone passed him, he thought.

He folded the map, and put it into his Jacket pocket. He walked along the side of the road, unable to see more than a few feet ahead of him. He looked behind him, as the bathroom and carpark seemed to be engulfed by mist as he drew further away from them.

Connor was stopped suddenly by a large metal wall, which he nearly walked straight into. He shook his head, and stepped back. It was metal grating, with dirty white material covers hung messily over it. Connor looked around the area, to see if there was a way around it. There was none. This metal grating covering the tunnel was blocking the only way into South Vale. Confused, he leant against a sign, and cussed under his breath.

Before he lost all hope, he looked behind him. The sign he leant on pointed in the direction of Toluca lake, and there was a path sprouting from the carpark leading to it. Connor pulled out the map from his Jacket pocket, and looked over it again. Sure enough, this path was mapped. It winded through the forest, and out onto a road in South Vale. Connor shrugged. It was worth a try. He stepped onto the forest path, and began walking.[/I]

[Domon]

[COLOR=darkblue][i]Ryan had been driving for about an hour when he suddenly realized he had passed a sign that read "Welcome To Silent Hill!" The sign had one of those happy go lucky signs with people smiling and all that mushy-gushy stuff, obviously there was something wrong with the people of this town. No one bought that crap anymore, it went out in the 50s. As he drove further into the town the weather took what felt like a drastic change, it suddenly became foggy, Ryan had to slow his car down from 50 mph to 20 mph, just so that he didn't ram his car into a tree or hit something. He also had to turn his foglights on, which he never had to do. Ryan could feel his body tense up as he drove further into this fog. He didn't like the feeling he was getting from this, of course when was the last time he ever trusted his instinct? Suddenly he saw buildings and streetlights. He saw the street where his house was, he stopped his car and got out, but before he did he grabbed his gun, for some odd reason this town seemed off. Way off. He fumbled for his keys in his pocket and walked up to the door and unlocked it and entered. The place was a dank two-bedroom house that he was renting, until he saved up enough money to buy his own house. Ryan walked around the house, it might be dank but it would get spruced up by him, Ryan went to flick on the overhead light but nothing happened.[/i]

Ryan: Well that's a load of BS! I paid the electric bill! The lights should be on.

[i]Ryan returned to his car and unpacked his belongings and climbed back into his SUV and headed to the Electric company, it was only 2:30, the company should still be open. As he was driving along it started to snow. Now Ryan was getting a little puzzled, it was against the laws of nature to snow in the middle of June. After driving about 5 blocks a dog zipped out in front of Ryan's car, he swerved out of the way and went off the road, all Ryan saw next was a tree and his car hitting it. After that Ryan saw darkness, he was knocked out.[/i][/COLOR]

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]Astreè pressed her face against the windowsill, eyes lingering to the clouds. The stale clouds drifted softly at the high breeze, as the evening fog dotted the leaves outside. It was calm outside. And she knew it wouldn't rain. When it was foggy, it never rained.

A small chain rattled against the floor, as a short-eared collie walked in her room, nuzzling against Astreè's arm. Astree smiled, and stroked its side. The dog dropped a red leash in her lap, as it sat on its hind legs. Astreè shook her head, and put aside the leash.

"No Whitney. It's too foggy outside." She spoke decisively.

The collie whimpered, and nudged her arm once again. Astreè put a finger to her chin, and sighed.

"Alright then. But not too far."

Whitney leaped up to her feet, shaking her tail with delight. As soon as Astreè put on her leash, the dog tugged on the leash impatiantly. It whimpered several times, before Astreè began taking a few steps to the door. She called to her mother she was going outside for a bit, and opened the door. Once they were outside, Whitney's anxious eyes hardened. Her long snout shifted, as a low snarl came from her throat. Then, she began to bark, clawing at the earth. She stopped, sniffed the air, and growled louder.

"What is it?" Astreè asked, wondering if there was something nearby.

The dog simply continued barking, and tugging on the leash. All of a sudden, she began leaping violently in the direction she had been barking, ferociously snapping into the dense fog. Just then, the leash broke, as the dog dashed off into the mist. Astree's eyes began to panic, as the barking faded off into the woods nearby.

"...Whitney?" Astreè called, eyes widening.

There was no reply. All she could hear was distant barking. Then, a second snarl could be heard, much lower than Whitney's. The snarl was too low to belong to a dog's, as well. Suspicion took Astreè, as she took a step towards where the barking was coming from. Suddenly, the barking was silenced, and Astreè could no longer hear her pet. As she took another step, she felt something under her feet. She bent down to see the strange ooze she had stepped in, and shrieked at what she found.

[i]...blood...[/i]

A few strands of fur dotted the grass ahead of her, with more blood tainted on the blades of grass. [/color] [/size]

[Domon]

[COLOR=darkblue][i]Ryan awoke to the sound of his radio spewing out garbled music, he reached up and ran his hand through his hair, he felt a lump on the top of his head but besides that he was fine. After fighting with his seatbelt he managed to climb out of his car, he still had his gun, it was safely holstered to his side, he slumped to the ground and reached into his car and grabbed his cell phone, he turned it on and tried to call the Police Department, but no one answered the phone, which made his bad feeling even worse. He just hopped he would be okay, he decided to walk the police department. "So much for a peaceful day." He thought as he kicked the ground. Just then what sounded like a dog walked up behind him, Ryan turned around and saw a dog-like creature looking at him, he pointed his gun and started to back away, the dog started to move towards Ryan. He opened fire on the dog, it took a whole clip of ammo for the dog to fall. Ryan slumped down to his knees and looked at the creature, it was some sort of dog but what made it impossible to tell what the breed was that it didn't have any fur on it what so ever, all you saw was its muscle tissue, it was disgusting, he stood up and walked off towards the Police department, maybe their phone was down. Ryan just hoped that was all that was going on in this town.[/i]

Ryan: Once I'm through at the Police Department I'm going straight home and locking the door.[/COLOR]

[9mm Avenger]

Marth stumbled across the foggy hill, ocasionally sliping in the snow, falling flat on his face. He would get up, and mutter curses, then move on, always aware that he was growing angrier, and that damed Air-Raid siren kept sounding..

Marth wandered on fore a few more minutes, brushing the large ammount of dirty blonde hair on his head away from his eyes, the stolen pistol and it's extra ammo getting heavier in his pocket...Marth looked away from the ground, a mistake. He fell flat on his face with a loud THUD!, and whipped his his head up away from the ground too fast, snapping his neck, fortunetly, it didn't break.

Blood streamed freely from his nose, and he inhaled some into his mouth, and almost choked on it. He spat it out, and shook his head, and tried to remain calm...

But it was too much...Marth's heart began pouding in his chest, and his eyes became sunk and dark, and a feral grin crept across his blood-stained face, and he looked around with a hungry look in his eyes....[i][color=red]Yes...Blood...Obtain it..And you will be rewarded...[/color][/i] Marth pressed on, more a cold, freal hunter than a man...

[Flash]

Domon, I don't want to rag on your Roleplaying, but Silent Hill is _abandoned_.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][i]Rali groaned as sunlight streamed through his window. By the look of it, it was aobut noon. He slowly rolled out of bed, hitting the floor hard. He grunted, then cursed loudly, as his head was right below the window, and directly exposed to sunlight. He shut his eyes sharply.

He opened them a second later, confused. His heavy shutters weren't in place, something that had taken several moments to enter his fogged mind.

He slowly stood up, staggering several times. He looked outside, and was immediately returned to a few years ago. The entire place was abandoned. His immediate thought was that he'd been into some pretty potent stuff, but he forced that away. He'd stopped doing that years ago.

He realised he was still dressed, and wondered what he had been doing last night. He started to walk out of the room, running into a chair. He looked down, wondering where his new coat had come from, and why he had bought a ladies coat.

Then it hit him. He had had company last night. He stumbled back over to the bed, but found nothing. Someone had gotten up, walked out without waking him up, leaving their coat behind, and disappeared, taking the entirety of the town with them it seemed.

Rali wasn't really worried about the disappearances. He wasn't really coherent enough to yet. Never a morning person, years of dissolution had completely ruined his faculties until normally around twilight.

He managed to get down nearly all of the stairs, falling only on the last three. Something he managed rarely these days. He caught himself on instinct, and got up. One day he'd kill himself. Someone, he couldn't remember who, had told him to move, but he couldn't really be bothered.

Rali slowly walked towards the door, gathering some semblance of co-ordination. Opening it, he looked around, and collapsed against the door frame, finally realising that something was very, very wrong.

He looked around in disbelief, then stumbled back into the house, determined to prove that all problems go away in the face of a good cup of coffee in the morning.[/font][/color][/I]

[Domon]

[COLOR=darkblue]OOC: Ooopppss. Sorry Final Flash, I edited it. ^_^;
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[i]Ryan continued walking down the empty street, for a quaint town this place was to damn quiet. "I hate it when its too quiet." He could hear his usually soft footsteps pounding against the sidewalk. Ryan had decided to take a detour and go to a munitions store and buy some ammo for his gun, if any more of those [b]things[/b] appeared he wanted to be ready for them, the closest weapons shop was about a block away from where he had wrecked. After walking for what seemed an entirnity Ryan came upon the weapon shop, the door was locked. Ryan cursed out loud and decided to check the back, he headed down the side alley and saw the back entrance, he walked over to the black metal door and fiddled with the handle, it opened.[/i]

Ryan: Thank god!

[i]He cautiously entered the back room, this place was just like his house, dank and dimly lit. This back room thankfully was the place Ryan needed to be, a huge stockpile of ammo was in here, Ryan was a little pissed as he finished sifting through the ammo, none of it was the ammo he needed for his gun. He cursed loudly, he needed the ammo! He decided to go to the front of the store, after he exited the back room, he saw a huge amount of handgun ammo. Ryan sifted through it and found about 12 clips of ammo. He stuffed it into his jacket and exited the building. Now the weather had just gotten weirder, it was snowing! Ryan zipped up his jacket, but not before slapping a clip of ammo into his gun. "Now to head for the Police Department." He thought as he headed down the still dead quiet street.[/i][/COLOR]

[Heartless Me]

Damien was driving down the road silently when his phone rang. He picked it up and smiled.

Damien: Clair! Hey, how are you?!

Clair: I'm good, are you close to Silent Hill?

Damien: Yeah, i'm at mile marker 43.

Clair: Good, when you get here I want you to get to get to the Hospital I'm off soon and I need a ride home.

Damien:Alright, I'll pick up a map when i get into town.

He heard her start to speak but as soon as he drove the car into the dence approaching fog the phone quickly cut dead.... He frowned slightly and continued on towards the town.

[Sere Tuscumbia]

[SIZE=1]Sethan moaned, and stretched to rid herself of the haze of sleep, before yawning and wetting her lips.

When the coppery taste of blood reached her senses, Sethan froze and then slowly opened her eyes.

The ceiling was red. A deep, rich crimson splattered with the original tan. With a small whimper, Sethan rose up on her elbows and looked around. Everything was covered in blood, and the driver's side door was ripped off it's hinges, the blood-stained shreds resting several feet away, buried in gravel.

Sethan sucked in a short breath when the sound of scratching and animalistic whimpering reached her ears, and she threw herself down on the floor of the car, hoping to protect herself from whatever in the heck was out there. Perhaps the age-old "play dead" technique would come in handy for once.

Pulling in a few more deep breaths, Sethan forced herself to calm down as she closed her eyes and let her breathing become almost unnoticable to the untrained eye. The sniffling and snorting came closer and closer until it was at the bottom of the opposite door, and Sethan could imagine whatever creature . . . mutant . . . monster . . . [I]whatever[/I] scavenging for whatever live prey was inhabiating the area in that time.

However, if that thing secided that it was hungry for some Sethan, alive or no, than Sethan was in a whole lot of trouble. [I]It's days like this that I wish I was a flea[/I], Sethan thought to herself.

The snuffling continued for a minute or so more, then the creature snorted and, from what Sethan could tell, returned from where it came from. All she knew was that she had some temporary peace before the next thing came along and eventually one would find that Sethan was indeed still living and make a munchie out of her.

And the more she thought about it, the more that thought didn't appeal to Sethan.

So Sethan, from her fetal position on the floor, reached up for the glove compartment and popped it open. She rummaged around for a few seconds before pulling out a fairly good sized hunting knife and a pistol. In a moment of small inspiration, Sethan also looked underneath her seat, and found a small duffel. She placed the pistol and knife in the duffel, and then, finding yet another gun underneath the driver's side seat, popped open the trunk in insane curiosity.

And then she wished she hadn't. "This is insane!" Sethan muttered to herself as she stared at the cache of weapons stored in the trunk. Sethan shook her head and sighed. "Somehow everyone just [I]happened[/I] to neglect telling me that my boyfriend was a psycho, weapon-collecting killer . . ."

She pulled out a sword, and several other sharp and dangerous objects, along with several clips of ammo, before storing it all in the duffel and looking around nervously.

Feral growling emaniated from the fog around her, and Sethan laughed weakly. "You know what they say: Haste makes Sethan monster munchies . . ."

The sword strapped to her side by a belt, and the duffel hanging off her right shoulder like some oversized purse, Sethan headed away from the now useless car in the direction of the nearest building.

The nearest building happened to be a public bathroom, and as Sethan walked closer, dusty footprints marked the ground around the building, leading off to one side. Sethan followed the footprints to the side of the building, where a broken wooden box stood empty.

"So someone who wasn't a raving lunatic was here . . . I hope," Sethan said, looking around the foggy terrain.

The footprints lead off in one direction, before seemingly trailing back to exit stage right off onto a wooded path. Sethan squinted into the distance, attempting to find the source of those footprints, but the fog obscured her vision to such an extent that she had no choice but to follow the footprints, and hope she didn't run into the same thing that dragged of her car partner.

"Oh well," Sethan shrugged. "It's going to be better than staying [I]here[/I] at any rate . . . I hope."

And with sword clanking at her side, Sethan set off down the path.[/SIZE]

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Ugh. I sure there's errors galore in this post, but I don't have time to care as of this moment. --;;

--Sere

[Desbreko]

[color=indigo]Derek woke up slowly from his unconscious state. As his eyes opened and took in his surroundings, he instinctively reached for his gun. He was in his plane, crashed, and surrounded by a deep, thick fog. Looking behind him into the passenger compartment, he saw his two passengers...dead. This was exactly the reason why he always strapped himself in throughout the whole flight.

With his revolver in his right hand, he used his left to undo the straps holding him in the pilot's chair. Taking a few hunched steps towards the back of the plane, he reached for the door handle. When it didn't move, he kicked out the door, and stepped out into the fog. It was cold--it shouldn't be this cold. [i]Something is wrong,[/i] Derek thought, as he checked himself over for any injuries from the crash. Aside from a few scrapes and bruises, Derek found himself uninjured. Next, checking his equipment, he found everything in order. Gun, knife, and and some spare bullets. And, from the growling he could hear in the distance, it sounded as if he'd need them.

He left his plane, which was completely totalled, and started walking in the direction he had been flying. He had no idea where he was, but it was as good a direction as any at the moment. As he walked, it seemed to get colder, and the fog denser. A couple times he even thought he saw a snowflake. Something really was wrong, and Derek was heading straight for the middle of it.[/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Rali just cursed. He cursed his coffee mug. His coffe brand. His coffee table. Anything else that happened to be within eyesight.

The bastards were right. Coffee was not, after all, mithridate. Damn it.

Given no further solace, and the small liklihood of finding any here any time soon, Rali somehow got the idea that everything would get better if he understood what was going on.

He rummaged around his house, finding some of the strange heavy knuckled gloves he'd kept from his days on the street. The knuckles of the gloves were slightly protruding sections of steel. Very useful.

He stalked outside, wondering where exactly he should continue to stalk to first. Deciding the the centre of town was a...what's that word? Oh yes, logical. Deciding that the centre of town was a logical place to start, he kept walking, glaring at any inanimate object unfortunate enough to be in his way.[/font][/color][/I]

[Domon]

[COLOR=darkblue][i]It didn't take Ryan that long to get to the Police Department, but something was wrong, all the lights appeared to be off, Ryan's worst fear was confirmed when he tried to open the door. No one lived here, this was getting too weird. Ryan started to back away from the police station.[/i]

Ryan: [i]To himself[/i] This is just getting weirder by the moment.

[i]As he turned away from the station, he saw some police cars. "Maybe I can get a few things out of them." Ryan started peering through some of the cars, he saw one that had a shotgun on the front seat, he tried to open the door, but it was locked. Ryan cursed, well, the only thing he could do. He took his gun and fired at the window, it shattered easily, being careful not to slice his hand open Ryan reached in and grabbed the gun, it was a basic shotgun with a shoulder strap, thankfully it had a full round of ammo, but what Ryan really wanted was a flashlight, in case it suddenly became dark at 4:00 in the afternoon. Ryan looked in a few more squad cars but he didn't see any, he found a few rounds of shotgun ammo and then he finally found a flashlight! He got in the car easily and grabbed it and tried to turn it on.. The batteries were dead. Ryan cursed out loud, well he was planning on heading back to his house and getting what he could and getting out of here, and there were a few packs of batteries in one of the boxes he had brought along. After getting his flashlight (a clip on type, like the one on the first silent hill.) he decided to bactrack to the weapon store and get some more shotgun ammo, he had stuffed the ammo clips into a duffel bag he had also taken from one of the squad cars. On his way back to the weapon store it seemed like the snow was coming down much faster.[/i][/COLOR]

[Flash]

[I]Eerie noises, some sounding like demonic growls and screams could be heard in the distance from the forested path. Connor looked around cautiously. The cries sometimes sounded distant, but other times sounded as if they were coming from only a few feet away from the track.

After a few more minutes of travelling along the winding path, He came to the one place he'd most like to avoid--A graveyard. "Oh, great. A cemetary." he thought, as he reluctantly pushed through the iron gates which closed off the resting place of the dead.

There wasn't much to this place. It looked like there was a small church to one side, and next to it was a field of tombstones. Connor swalled his superstition and began weaving through the graves. According to his map, the path continued on past here. He took a few steps foward, when he heard the iron gates behind him swing open. Connor jolted, and spun around to face them, and anything that stood alongside.

Much to his surprise, standing alongside the gate was a slender young woman, beautiful, and dressed in black. Slung at her side was a sword, and over he shoulder hung a duffel bag, which looked fairly heavy. She approached him cautiously. "My god, she's beautiful..", Connor said to himself as he looked up and down her black-clothed body, and at the weapon sheathed at her waist. "Looks like my type as well... Wait, what am I thinking?" He closed his eyes and shook his head, before stepping towards her.[/I]

[b]Connor:[/b] Hey there! Hi! Uh, I'm a little lost... Y'see, uh, I'm not from around here. Are you? I mean...

[b]Sethan:[/b] No, I'm not, sorry.. You sound nervous?

[b]Connor:[/b] It's just that... No, nothing. It's just a little freaky around here.

[b]Sethan:[/b] Yeah, I know what you mean.

[b]Connor:[/b] My name's Connor, by the way.

[b]Sethan:[/b] Sethan.

[b]Connor:[/b] I'm heading for Silent Hill. I sure would feel alot safer if you were with me. After all, looks like you're packing, heh.

[i]Sethan looked confused, but then followed Connor's eyes down to her belt, where her boyfriend's sword hung. She smiled nervously, and glanced at the duffel bag hanging over her shoulder. "If only he knew.", she thought to herself.[/i]

[Chaos]

[center][b]Cue Change by Deftones[/b][/center]



[i]The small Honda Accord ground to a hault noisily. Fog, like looking into a solid wall, coated the area. Snow flurries drifted down, cradled by the soft breeze. This made no sense. Fog this thick, with snow. Natural law would prevent snow from reaching the ground, but here it was, coating the interstate with half an inch of powder.

Neil got out of the car, right hand on top of the car, left foot on the ground, and right foot on the brake. His eyes scanned laterally along what was presented ahead of him. He did not budge when a sudden gale wind pushed him from the left, but after a minute, he sat back in the car.

To his confusion, the car was dead. The engine had been killed and it would not start. The gas gauge showed a half-full tank. Neil flicked it with his right index finger, and ice on the inside shattered. There, the needle slowly dipped to indicate empty.

Neil stepped out of the car once more, shaking the snow out of his hair. He reached into his left side pocket, and pulled out a packet of Camel Regulars. He snatched one out, after packing the box and throwing the wrapping carelessly on the ground, and put it to his lips. His hand dove back into his left pocket, returning the full box, minus one cigarette, and flipped out his silver Zippo. A short flick and puff, and he was on his way, lighter pocketed, and smoke let out his nose.[/i]
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Edit: ...Too...much...Max Payne. :drunk: :twitch:

[9mm Avenger]

[i]Marth snapped out of his trance, in the middle of a foggy field, snow falling everywhere. He got up, and, unconciously, wiped his mouth with his left hand.

he felt something wet on his lips, and pulled his hand away, where it was slick with blood. He looked at the...thing.....beside him, and saw it had a huge red chunk torn out of it.

Marth whipped out his pistol, and checked the clip...Full...Whatever had happened to that....Dog-like creature haden't come from Marth's pistol.

Upon closer inspection of the dog-thing, he noticed that surrounding the huge red gash were teeth marks...The dog had beeen bit many times, then had bled to death.

Marth turned away from the beast, and picked up some snow to wipe his hand clean of the blood. As he was washing away the sticky red ichor, he noticed that more blood was dripping to the ground beside him...Alot more.

As Marth turned to his side, he heard a low growling noise....The dog was still alive! Marth grabbed his pistol, and, before the dog could lunge, emptied the entire clip into it's disformed head.

It exploded as 12 bullets hit it suare on, too close to miss. As it toppled to the ground, and re-loaded the gun, and saw three more dog creatures sneaking out from behind the gravestones on the other side of the field.[/i]

[b]Marth:[/b]HELP! Can anyone hear me! I'm being attacked by a pack of dogs! HELP!

[i]That was all Marth said before he started running and firing, leaving emtpy shell casings behind him....[/i]

[Chaos]

[center][b]Begin Black by Sevendust[/b][/center]


[i]The butt of the cigarette flicked forward, into the snow. The man continued to scream, firing rounds off into the fog. He was coming dead on for Neil, who had by now taken out his knife. The blade had a few faint red spots on the serrated edge, but it was barely able to be seen. The man, slowing his sprint to a jog to reload, suddenly was taken down with a toss. An arm grasped the center of his shirt and hauled him to the side.

Tumbling down a little ways, Marth came to a rolling stop against a soft tree trunk. He looked up in time to see a body, that of a deformed dog come flying over him. A loud snap was heard, and the limp form of the beast came to a drop next to him. He crawled backwards a little bit, gun aimed for the thing's face. No movement came of it.

Suddenly though, a humanoid figure slid to a halt in the snow next to him, and pushed Marth to his feet.

"Move f*cka, MOVE YO' LEGS!"

Marth shrieked hoarsly, before diving up and taking to a limping sprint; he slightly twisted his left ankle. He heard the 'shink' of a blade being pulled free, and a very speedy pounding of feet approaching from behind. He craned his neck, and the teen that had bodily thrown him over the small hill before pushed him down and grabbed the gun from his hands, before Marth's head popped against a rock, hidden in the snow, and he blacked out.
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Neil fired the small pistol five times, each shot hitting the nearest dog in the eye. Still a good twenty meters away, the fog seemed to clear just so much so in this snow-filled ravine that aim could be perfected. The creature's legs buckled, and it slid to a stop in the powder, bleeding out.

The last dog, as if having the attention span of a deranged gerbil, stopped, and began chewing away at the fallen beast. Taking this chance, Neil holstered the gun in the back lip of his jeans, and lightly backhanded Marth back to reality. Neil helped him up, and, bringing Marth's left arm around his neck, made a hastey retreat...[/i]

[9mm Avenger]

[b]Marth:[/b]Huh? Who the fu*k are you?

[b]Neil:[/b]I'm Neil. And I just saved you ***.

[b]Marth:[/b]Thanks, Neil....*heaves*Uh...Can we sit down...Please?!

[i]Neil releases Marth, and Marths shucks off his jacket, and instantly begins throwing up. Neil turns away, and lights a cigarette.

As the smoke curled away from the white stick, Neil turned to look at Marth, who was taking a long swig from a flask, presumably full of some type of hard alchohol. Neil holds out his hand.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b]Mind if I have some?

[b]Marth:[/b]Fill your boots, man.

[i]Neil takes the flask, and chugs down a very long pull. He tosses the empty silver flask back at Marth, who staes at it, before putting it back underneath his sleeve, in a hidden pocket.[/i]

[b]Neil:[/b]Your packing heat...why didn't you just blow them ugly fu*kers apart?

[b]Marth:[/b]They don't die on the first kill..Unless you blow thier branis apart...I'm not that accurate.*reloads his pistol*

[b]Neil:[/b]Whatever, good enough for me...Mind if we move on?

[i]Marth nods, and picks himself up off the ground. With a slight lip, he walks on, and neil follows..[/i]

[Domon]

[COLOR=darkblue][i]On his way back to the weapon shop Ryan swore he heard gunshots. Maybe he was wrong, but there had to be other people in the vicinity of the town, but that didn't matter, he needed more ammo for his guns and batteries! Ryan started to jog to the store, he ran to the back and opened the door easily and rummaged a little more and got quite a few boxs (small shotgun ammo boxes) and stuffed them into his duffel bag, he then walked into the main part of the store again and saw a map next to the cash register, he picked it up and looked around a little bit more, he saw another handgun, and plenty of ammo for it. He didn't think to look for another gun before, also the reason he only found a few clips of ammo for his gun was because it required a different type of ammo than standard pistols. Ryan snatched up the pistol greedily and stuffed all the ammo he could find into the bag. He then exited the store and walked back to his car, he checked the car over again, it wasn't that badly damaged, of course having his passanger side lights ruined would prove a problem but that didn't matter, he climbed back in and shut the door and started it up. He did a mental "Thank you" to no one. He backed the car up and drove back to his house. The snow seemed to be coming down faster in harder. Ryan thankfully pulled up to his house and bolted into the dank house and shut and locked the door. He rummaged around in a few of the boxes and found at least two packages of AA batteries, he un-clipped the flashlight and discarded the old batteries and put in two new ones. After finding a few rations of food (granola bars etc.) Ryan opened his front door cautiously and headed for his car, he opened the door and what color was left in his face drained, his car keys had disappeared! Ryan yelled in anger, he couldn't believe this! He went on a cursing rampage. But decided to try an old trick he'd done before. He opened his door again and started to tinker with some of the wires, nothing happened. He double cursed his car. He started to walk off in the direction of the path that lead to a church and to South Vale. Maybe he could find some help along the way.[/i][/COLOR]

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]Astreè stood helplessly in the fog, blinded. The fog had grown thick, and she could hardly even she her palms a few inches from her face. Strangely, the snarling had disappeared, leaving her in complete silence. The silence felt awkward, yet frightening. A faint rustling could be heard nearby, possibly the rustling of the bushes nearby. She stepped away from the noise, tripping back onto a small mound of grass.

The air was so humid, and she could hardly breathe. Then, she heard voices nearby. Humanly voices. Excitedly, she began waving her hands in the air, calling to whatever it was. Astreè felt a rush of relief sweep through her mind, as an outline could be seen of the figures. Just then, she heard a gunshot, and a sudden surge of pain jolting through her veins.

As she opened her eyes, she found herself in her room again. Wondering if it had all been a dream, she rolled over to her side, only to feel the pain once again. She began to wonder who she had seen, and whether or not they had shot her. The fog was even thicker than before. Most likely thicker than she had ever seen. Astreè leaned over. There were a few voices in the dining room, and her mother was cooking. She couldn't figure out what it was, and all she could think about was how sleepy she felt. Again, she closed her eyes, and went to sleep.[/color] [/size]

[Turkey]

OOC:
If I mention a guy named Charlie, I'm referring to Zulib. This is only my second RPG in which I don't use Charlie as a character.

IC:
[I]A medium-sized bus rode a lonely, fog-filled street. Inside, a guy in his early 20s sat, annoyed by the pair of kids seating behind him. They were fighting for some toy. Zulib, the young man, decided to move to the very back of the bus, since he would end up hitting theose little brats. More relaxed, he sleepily stared at the dense fog outside.[/I]

[COLOR=indigo]Zulib- 4:00PM...And only thick fog...*Yawn* We better be getting there soon.[/COLOR]

[I]After a few minutes, he finally saw a sign on the street. It featured the generic happy family smiling, and "Silent Hill" written on the bottom. In an adjacent sign, it said "10 miles".
Time passed, and Zulib felt very interested. They had already passed plenty of signs. Each sign had a different picture of the same family, each time with a different expression. Some were solemn, some were happy; and, in one, the family looked a little too happy. Their eyes were wide open, and a huge smile came from their mouths.[/I]

[COLOR=indigo]Zulib- *Shudders* That last one was a little too freaky.[/COLOR]

[I]However, the last one took the cake. This one was even animated. It flashed all the previous pictures, and even added a picture of the family screaming in horror.[/I]

[COLOR=indigo]Zulib- What the ****!? Is this their idea of advertising?[/COLOR]

[I]Just mere seconds later, the bus stopped. Zulib walked up to the driver.[/I]

[B]Driver- *To Zulib* The tire blew up. *Now using the microphone* If anybody wants to use the bathroom, this is your last chance! Next stop is Silent Hill, the main town![/B]

[I]Zulib walked down and used the bathroom. Once outside, he saw the bus already starting to leave. Yelling, he followed it, and reached it. He managed to grab hold of the emergency door, and told the children to open it. Instead, the kids looked at him with cold stares, then showed him their huge fangs. In terror, Zulib let go, and the bus dissapeared into the fog.
Now, alone and with only his mace, he found himself on the outskirts of Silent Hill, with a small path to the town. With nothing better to do, he started his way.[/I]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]When the dogs started, Rali was of two minds about the entire thing. On one side, he found them annoying. On the other side, it was good to know something was alive.

Then, of course, he found the bloody things. Pun unintended. He was in the middle of a small alleyway, and they came out behind him. He looked at the strange creatures curiously for a moment, before it slowly came to him that something was really screwed up.

One of the dogs opened his mouth and almost seemed to smile. Its tongue lolled out, and licked blood off its own face. It bared its teeth, and started to run towards Rali. The rest of the pack hung back for the moment.

Rali swore, and looked around quickly. Nothing that looked like it would help him. The debris around him didn't even contain a board with nail.

The dog was about twenty metres away, and spilling blood as it ran. Rali swore, and took two bounding steps forward, leaping off his left foot, and stabbing his right leg out. The dog made a small whimpering noise, and fell. Rali landed, and looked at the mishappen beast. It snarled at him pitifully, and slowly got up.

Rali backed away. This thing should have been dead long ago. He stared in horror at the dog, the flicker at the corner of his vision warning of the rest of the pack. Rali turned and ran, reaching the end of the alley in what had to be record time. Running out onto a main street, and leapt into a semi ruined car, keys intact, praying the damn thing would start. It did so about the third time, just as the dog he had kicked threw itself against the smashed window. Rali ducked away from the remaining glass and slammed his foot down.

He outdistanced the dogs and stopped, not willing to go anyway before working out what the hell was going on. He drew his long knife, keeping it in a backhanded grip against his wrist.[/font][/color][/I]

[Yoda]

[I]Craig's eyes snapped open with a jolt. He was in an alleyway, bunked up against the wall of a shop, his arms clasped across his chest. His 5 year old Doberman Pinscher "Munch" was on his belly at Craig's knees, staring up at him through cautious eyes. Craig's head was pounding, and he realised suddenly that his obscured vision was not through a fault on his person... it was fog. Thick fog...[/I]

[B]Craig:[/B] Damn Munch, looks like we woke up on 'de wrong side of 'de floor 'dis mornin'.

[I]Craig remembered very little about last night, if anything. The one thing he remembered was fighting... a crobar... and a revolver. Well, he knew where the revolver part came in, because he had a Colt .45 on his person at all times. Looking to his right side, he saw a crobar, flecked with blood on the ground, spiked with frost. Slowly and groggily he rose, and pulled his Revolver out from the back of his pants. He flicked out the barrel... 3 bullets remained, with a fourth in the chamber.[/I]

[B]Craig:[/B] Damn, musta' been summ'n serious... Le's move Munch.

[I]Instantaneously the Doberman rose to his feet and stood at the left side of his owner. Craig could see that Munch was uneasy, he was sniffing the air in sharp bursts, almost as if tracking a fly through the air. But, obediently, he didn't leave Craig's side... which suited Craig just fine. If nothing else, this dog was one hell of a scrapper.

Craig reached down and picked up the crobar. Then, he slowly walked out from the alleyway, and onto the sidewalk. Each footstep he took rang out like an explosion, it was quiet... far too quiet. He looked about the street, tucking the crobar under his arm and pulling out his pack of cards. he began to shuffle them instinctively as he looked down at his dog.[/I]

[B]Craig:[/B] Think we clean' everyone out of town eh?

[I]Craig cracked a cocky grin, but Munch turned and sneezed... giving Craig his answer. He shrugged, and popped the cards back inside his inner trenchcoat pocket. From the opposite pocket, he pulled out a cigarette and his "Harley Davidson" Zippo lighter. He put the cigarette to his mouth and lit it, the flame giving the area an eerie glow.[/I]

[B]Craig:[/B] Or maybe they all clear out 'cause Neil' back, non?

[I]Munch stared at him sternly as he tucked the Zippo lighter back into his pocket, and puffed the cigarette smoke out of the right side of his mouth. He scratched the bottom of his chin, which was getting quite a heavy stubble on it. He liked to look like that, rugged, but without any actual facial hair.[/I]

[B]Craig:[/B] Well, I guess we go find Neil 'den. Be nice to see him again, right monáme?

[I]Munch took a step closer to Craig, and looked up at him once more. Craig nodded decisively, then began to walk off down the street.[/I]

[Andrew]

[I]With a slight jolt of his entire body, Andrew was back in control. [B]Where had his little friend left him this time?[/B] The area was a complete haze. Andrew blinked frantically until he realised that it was fog before him and not his eyes playing tricks. He brought the gun in his right hand up to his face to analyse it. Sure enough it was live. The safety was off and there was a slight trail of smoke billowing from it as if it had been recently used. It was strange to have such thick fog; the thickest Andrew had ever seen.

Andrew took a few cautious steps forward, not being able to see more than 8 feet or so ahead. His foot suddenly clipped something on the floor. He had no idea what it was until he bent down to look at it. It was hideous whatever it was. Its face (if it could be called that) was severely deformed. It was as if someone had dismantled it![/I]

[I]Andrew?s stomach churned within, almost bursting out. He choked slightly and then spat up some green gunk and then turned the other way and began walking and not looking where he was going (although even if he did he wouldn?t be able to see through the fog). Andrew lost his footing and tripped over a pothole in the road. The concrete was cold and hard; it?s touch grazed all of Andrew?s right side.[/I]

[I]Andrew lay still for a brief time and then pulled himself up. From all around he heard strange snarling sounds. He wasn?t sure how far away they were or even if they were real but he didn?t like it here. He ran to his immediate left up to a small building. Andrew didn?t see the sign above and didn?t really care he just wanted to get inside.[/I]

[Sere Tuscumbia]

[SIZE=1]An uncomfortable silence passed between the two strangers, Sethan and Connor, before an eerie howl and gunshots echoed into the distance broke the muggy stillness, and Sethan nudged closer to Connor's side.

"You know," she sighed, lightly resting a hand on Connor's forearm for reassurance, "if we ever get out of this mess alive, remind me never to take a trip to some undisclosed location with someone I just met ever again."

"So you came here with someone?" Connor asked, starting to thread his way through the gravestones with Sethan.

Sethan glanced down at the sword and duffel bag, then sighed. "Yeah, my presumably dead and ex boyfriend." Her face brightened a little as she continued, "We met a few weeks ago when I accidently spilled his drink in his lap when we were both in the Psych Ward, and it took me about an hour to convince him that I wasn't trying to kill him, and right in the middle of it all he just asked me to go out with him, and by the [I]Gods[/I] please shut me up," Sethan groaned, looking up at Connor's dubious expression.

"Sorry 'bout that." Sethan smiled sheepishly, a slight pink tinge reaching her cheeks. "I normally don't babble, but I'm going to attain this little incident to the fact that I'm getting a doubly creepy factor out of this place." She looked down long enough to skirt a headstone, then looked back at Connor again. "So, what 'bout you? You come to this little shop of horrors with a mate also?"

"No. I was traveling to Los Angeles on a plane when it must have crashed or something. I saw plane bits and such, but no bodies. So I started looking around, and ended up here, with you."

"Lucky you," Sethan chuckled, trying to hide her uneasiness. She didn't like graveyards. Never had, ever since she was little. Once, when visiting with her elderly grandmother, she got lost and was forgotten, being forced to spend the night in the graveyard. When the groundskeeper found her the next day, she was curled up in a little ball, hysterical, feverish, and delusional. In all her life, Sethan knew that she wouldn't ever forget what she saw that night, and had decided that the only time she was ever going to set foot in a graveyard ever again was when she in a coffin, 'cause then it wouldn't even matter.

But here she was, in a graveyard, with all of the memories trapped inside those headstones. She shivered unconsciously, and moved closer to Connor for protection.

"So why isn't your, uh, boyfriend with you?"

Sethan blinked for a moment, coming out of her daze, and looked at the iron gates in the distance behind Connor and her. "Because I woke up in a blood soaked car," she pointed to a streak of blood on her cheek to verify that fact, "the driver's side door was in shreds [I]torn off the car[/I], and Daniel was nowhere to be found. Thus, not here and presumably dead. Much with the ick factor when someone starts to think about it. [I]And[/I], the same thing that probably carried off Daniel decided that it was going to come back and see if there was any more live prey in the car."

"So you scrammed?"

"No, I played possum, waited until it left, and [I]then[/I] scrammed. Being sniffed at by something that smelled like it had crawled out of its grave after a nice year long [I]rot[/I] would make [I]anyone[/I] want to get out of the immediate area, I'm telling ya." Sethan then laughed weakly, and slipped a lock of hair behind her ear. "Oh God. I can't believe I'm talking about my dead, insane, sociopathic boyfriend and other various dead things with a person I've just met in the middle of a snowy, foggy graveyard when it isn't even [I]near[/I] night [I]or[/I] winter yet! This is too much."

Connor raised an eyebrow at the sociopathic comment, but didn't say anything, and Sethan didn't notice the look on his face.

Sethan, suddenly noticing Connor's silence, quickly put a hand over her mouth and looked up at Connor sheepishly. "I was blathering on again, wasn't I?"

Connor laughed. "No more than I do sometimes."

Sethan relaxed, before stiffening up again, her hand tightening on Connor's arm. "Is it just me, or did everything go suddenly silent?" The two looked around them cautiously. No growling, no screaming, only the sound of the occasional cricket and nothing else.

"I don't like this," Sethan said, shivering. "I don't like this [I]at all[/I].[/SIZE]