Nathan Ave is long and the fog makes the trip feel like it's walking through a void, like the world has vanished and nothing exists anymore, as the two walk down the road only a sign here and there or a large land mark reminds them they are in Silent Hill.
After they pass the Historical Society they hear a women's voice call out to them?
"Jack?! Carl?!" She calls out and one of the figures turns and waves, "is that you?"
Jack has no clue what to make of this place. For the briefest of moments, he began to wonder if they'd died on that bus and were stuck in some Hell now. Silent Hill was a fitting place for it to be. At the voice, he turns around, bringing the gun up. "Who's there?" he demands.
Tobias saw the shapes in the fog, barely able to make out the figures. Hulking as best as he could with a thick jacket and with oily hat. He wiped off his face with his hand and stared outwards.
"Oh God. . . it's them." He heard the voices, the others. Tobias Brook stepped forward, a shape in the fog, his features semi visible. Life had been hard on him over the years, and he looked it. Broken, hollow, scrappy, desperate.
"They got you here too. . ." He looks terrified, looking around in the fog for a bit.
The women will walk out of the fog, "It's me Karen! Don't you guys remember us? Karen and Tobias we where in the Orphanage together Shepard's." The women is wearing a white dress in the little light there is it seems to have it's own glow her face is a deep frown as she walks towards the two men.
"I don't really remember much from that time at all." Carl called back, still keeping a grip on his wrench, like it were some kind of very heavy, currently covered in demon-juice, safety blanket.
"Probably better that way." He looks at the wrench, the blood and goop on it, silently he looks into Carl's eyes. Carl'd seen something dangerous, he'd stared into that abyss and found himself changed from the experience.
"There's dangerous things in the mist, Carl. We need to get out of Silent Hill, lots of people are getting called, but . . . but we need to get them out. Before they find us. . . and it's over."
"You weren't that young where you Carl? maybe 7 maybe 8, don't you recall your child hood? seems like such a long time when you're young but 7 is only a year younger then 8 and 8 is only 2 years until ten and it doesn't seem like so long until your twelve and then you break the teens."
Karen says in a somewhat sad tone. "When slowly you begin to realize being grown up everything that you hoped for was all foolish childish dreams and you suddenly want your dreams back, do you remember your childish dream Carl?"
Jack was about to question Tobias, ask him what the hell had happened to him when Karen showed up. Most people might feel a sense of relief at seeing more people they knew, but most people weren't as paranoid as Jack. Karen was a good friend from childhood, but while he, Carl, and Tobias were freaking out over being here, she wasn't rearing to get out of this place, and that didn't sit right.
"Karen, let's get out of the street and then why don't you explain to us what's going on..."
-- Edited by Jack Simmons on Friday 21st of August 2009 06:34:31 AM
"Hey, I already said I didn't. I knew I was there, but details and names just arent there anymore." Carl growled, but shook his head. "Yeah, what Jack said. We got attacked by a pterodactyl made out of machinery or something. The streets are not safe."
Tobias started to look a little more panicked, his eyes darting left and right as his hands balled into fists. "Pterodactyl . . . with machinery. . . monsters in the fog." He shakes his head "We gotta get off these streets." He looks around. "Come on." He starts to walk towards the door of the nearby building.
The sign is hidden as he reaches over to the doorknob, jiggling the handle once and trying to open the door to get off the street.
The front door of the Silent Hill Historical Society is unlocked however entering the front area there is something painted on the wall. it seems to itself glow a little, red bright paint it doesn't appear like it was stenciled but pain stakenly drawn with great attention to detail.
There is beside the door a red leather with gold writing book on a stand, the front reads clearly "Guest Book." there is a dark yellow almost gold silk book mark slid inside of it.
On the walls are pictures of various places in Silent Hill all of them old Photo Graphs.
Karen will hold onto Tobias' arms as they walks into the building she seems fairly calm, "It will be alright, we're not alone anymore." She says softly to the man beside her.
Jack glances at the drawing on the wall curiously before deciding that the more important place to begin looking is in the guest book. Flipping it open to the marked place, he reads the last few names written into it.
"What do you two know about whats going on?" Carl asked, trying to stay calm. In the meantime he was surveying the room, making sure it was safe, and whether there was anything he could do to build a barricade to keep the things that were outside from getting inside.
"I know this place is evil, dark. . . and it wants us so badly back. We should have died in that orphanage, but we didn't we escaped, and . . . and. . . it's reaching out to us so that we can come back. "
He shakes his head "I saw, Ben. . . and he told me. . . told me I had to come here. I would have stayed away if I could, but. . . " He looks at Karen for a moment, holding onto his arm. "I had to come back." He exhales, calming down and then looking at the symbol on the wall.
"I've seen this. . .in a dream once, a nightmare, really. . . but most of my dreams are." he shakes his head as he reaches towards it, stops, then withdraws his hand into a fist "I don't know what it means. I don't know what it is."
The guest Book is this massive old thing, about 70 % of the book has been filled with comments, the book itself is larger then a Phone Book in every way possible. The Bookmark is set to the most recent section. "This Town is my special place, I love all the displays here." Is Written By Mary.
"Franklin Waz Here" No Name written Beside it. "Thomas Meet me at The Place at the time," Is written by Moody.
Taking up the entire bottom of the page written in bright red letters
Sanctuary from the Worshipers of the Eye of Day
Balkan Church God Have Mercy on Our Souls for this Town has none.
The Name Beside this mad scribbling is Albasta Gallup
"I know that Moon and Ben showed up before the rest of you, they where in the Orphanage with me so I'm trying to find them now." Karen says and shrugs, "I also don't think anyone of us is getting out of here." She seems fairly calm about that fact. She replied to Toby, "Evil as the souls of men."
The sturdiest thing in the main area is the table the guest book is sitting on. There are doors leading out of this area but they are glass.
Tobias feels warm, and he sees a red light that seems to soak into his brain, the light whispers to him letting itself dip into his soul like a presence like a mother fingers in his brain the light passes into and shines on his entire being.
"Worshipers of the Eye of Day..." Jack mutters to himself thoughtfully, glancing up at the symbol on the wall. "Albasta Gallup. Any of you recognize that name?" he asks, glancing around at the others.
Tobias felt Karen's words as they went over his soul, the terror creeping like a dark maw from the pit of his stomach up his throat, the warm resonance of the sigil on the wall calling to him like a dark mother. It would be so easy, oh so easy to just fall into it. He felt his arms opening up as he walked towards it, as if to bask in it, and then. . . A tear went to his eyes as he started to breathe heavily, looking left, then right, shivering.
"****." was all he said. He looked at Karen for a moment in terror "What is this?"
"Never heard of it. Hey, look, Ive been looking around and I think I can barricade this place so that it's a fairly good shelter against those... demons, or whatever they are." Carl walked up to the door and lay his hand upon it, rapping once and nodding. It was solid enough, that was for sure.
-- Edited by Carl Schreiber on Saturday 29th of August 2009 06:03:00 PM
"It's the Halo of the Sun, everyone knows that." Karen says biting her lip slightly as he looks over at Toby. "Are you alright?" She asks with concern and places a hand on his shoulder, looking over slyly at the other two.
These men who first insisted that they come in here and now want to lock them up.
Jack glanced at the others and nodded. "I don't like the idea of locking ourselves in here. Demons aren't real, so whoever made a mechanical bird, I'm sure, can bust right through whatever you've got planned for a barricade." He looks up to Karen. "You seem the most knowledgeable about what's going on here. What's your recommendation?"
Toby shook his head and clutched Karen's hand for a moment "I thought we could find some sanctuary inside, but I see. . . I see now that we'd just be trapped inside with it." He shakes his head as he looks up at Karen.
"The Halo of the Sun. . . why does that sound familiar? What is it? It's . . . " he shakes his head and closes his eyes, focus, focus on something other than the fear, other than the terror. "We'll have to go forward before we go back, won't we?" He takes Karen's hand and stares at the Halo for a moment.
"Maybe so, but maybe they just wont notice us. That thing was -alive-, Jack. -Alive-." Carl shuddered at the memory of it. A living piece of machinery, who's only purpose seemed to be to rend and tear limbs, or be rent and torn itself by its own maniacal workings.
"We where going to go and look for the others. We where trying to think of where they might have gone, maybe someplace familiar." She will shrug, "Looking around doesn't seem like it would hurt."
Jack nods. "The orphanage isn't too far from here. It's a familiar place to everyone, and the most likely place folks will go."
Turning to Carl, Jack quirked his brow. "Things like that can't be alive. It isn't possible for machinery to be alive, it was machinery, I'm sure you can do the math. Doesn't matter what it looked like." He sighs and shakes his head before continuing, "But I gotta agree on the purpose point, and that's what's unsettling...anyways. Take a moment, get ready, and we'll head out to the orphanage in a minute here."
"It's alive, if you can call anything in this place alive. And it's hungry. I can feel it. It's watching us now, and it wants us back. It killed the others, and now it wants us back." He shakes his head "We can't go back to the orphanage, not yet. If we do, I don't think we'll be able to get out again."
He stares out into the halo "I wonder sometimes if we ever left at all."
"Look. Things like that shouldn't be able to fly. They shouldn't be able to cry out in pain either. We shouldn't be here." Carl glared at Jack, and picked up his tool kit. "I don't think we should be talking about 'what cannot be'"
After the others had a chance to get themselves together, Jack nodded and put his pack back over his shoulders, and re-checked his weapon. "Okay, let's head out."
He walked towards the door and tried go peer through the window, looking up and down the street for any signs of danger. Assuming it all looks clear, he opens the door. "Let's go!" he calls out to the others, stepping outside, finger on the trigger of his gun.
