S I L E N T H I L L

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[glow=red,2,300]S i l e n t H i l l[/glow]

A secluded, lakeside resort town in the United States. Comforting to the eyes. It seems to hold no secrets, and looks as if it were the perfect place for relaxation, and solace. But beneath all of this lies something more. Something dark, and alluring. Once you have made entrance to Silent Hill, there is no turning back. Will you survive? Your choices will decide.

Notes: I am the storyteller. The rule is that you are human, and you might make mistakes. Your choices are what determines whether you survive or not. If you don't put careful consideration into your choices, you might become frightened and irrational, injured, or dead. I will create certain situations in which you must make choices straight out of a horror movie. There will also be choices in which your odds of survival are very slim. I will throw these events in when ever I feel it is appropriate, to induce fear into your character. Everytime your character is frightened, they have the choice to stand up to whatever has scared them or run. It is suggested that running may be the best option.

On Items: There will be times that I place items around the town. Sometimes those items seem useless, but if you keep them, they might come in handy. Some items will rejuvinate you, but they will take time to come into effect. These items include health drinks, ampoules, and first aid kits. I will decide when you are up to full health or not, after usage of these items. There will also be weapons, makeshift and otherwise. Once you use a weapon, it is suggested that you keep it. You will all have packs to place these items inside while you explore. There is a radio, that will give off static, the closer you get to demons/monsters. It is up to you to find it, for it will be a very big help.

Characters: There is madness within sin and guilt, curiosity, and the will to survive.
You must explain which type you are in your profile.

*Sinner - Something you have (or have not) done plauges you. The guilt is way too much to handle. Something that connects to your sin has drawn you into Silent Hill. (For example: You killed your wife, because she cheated on you, but you still loved her. You recieve a letter 3 months after she died, from her(or so it would seem), saying to come to Silent Hill, where your "Special Place" is, and you want to get to the bottom of this. NO USING THAT SPECIFIC EXAMPLE). Also, if you choose the sinner class, you are forbidden to talk about what you have done in the past. You may talk about people involved with your sin, but that is it. Your sin must be inside the profile. The sin that you harbor is only allowed to come out into the open when I the storyteller feel it is appropriate.

*Curious - Something inside that town has sparked an interest, but you don't know what exactly. It could be the numerous occultish happenings, or maybe a murder. In any case, you are there, and you are just too curious to stay in one place. Little do you know, you will not be able to leave. If you choose this type, you may state if you know why you are there, and are allowed to talk about it.

*Survivor - An accident of some sort has occured, and you have stumbled into Silent Hill at the wrong place at the wrong time. Your primary concern is making it out alive.

Demons - These monsters vary with the person. They are madness incarnate. Some can be killed, and some seem invincible. Some only you may see, while other characters may stare at you wondering why you are frightened. You will have to decide whether you fight or run.

None of you will have a map. If needed I will provide one later. Your characters start alone, and eventually their stories will intertwine.
You will not start out with any weapons.
And please, make your character believable. Make a character that you will care for, after all, you want them to survive.

PM the characters to me, and I will confirm them. I will make starting points for them, as has been done in the realm of darkness, and the forest rp. [/color]

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Character templates:

*Sinner
Name:
Age:
Description: Basically, what they look like. These are normal human beings. No blue hair, no cat eyes, nothing of that sort.
History: For sinners, this is also to describe what you did or did not do to make yourself feel so guilty. And other interesting details.

*Curious
Name:
Age:
Description:
History:

*Survivor
Name:
Age:
Description:
History: You must describe how you arrived into Silent Hill. You also must be invovled in an accident of some sort that forced you to arrive into town.

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Robert M. Stark

The 27 year old didn't like being far from the hospital. Any town that couldn't supply him with his pills made him very edgy. For this reason, everytime he traveled, he took with him a 2 month supply, and placed it underneath a seat inside his car. This was only known to him of course, due to the fact that he traveled to concerts, on occassion. He reached inside his black leather jacket and took out his pills. Taking two, he tried refocusing on the road. It was a foggy day, or perhaps it was in the evening. He couldn't tell for sure. All he could recall was the sounds of shells dropping to the ground, and people screaming. The pills start to kick in. Robert refocuses again, and sees something in the middle of the road. "HOLY SHI....!" is the only thing Robert manages to yell, as he swerves his jeep. It still connects with the child. "FUCK!!" But Robert could've sworn the child went through his car, almost like a ghost.'No' he thought. 'It's just another goddamn hallucination.' With this thought going through his mind, he gets out of his jeep. He sees a sign. He walks towards the sign. He reads it aloud. "Silent Hill: Population ----" The population has been scraped off.

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That ghost in the road spooked him like no tomorrow, maybe he neglected his medicine for too long. Looking at the sign made him even more edgy since graffiti was more common than something being etched out. This was a little bit too weird. His head turned toward the road to see if that kid was still there. Not noticing him a second time he got back in his jeep and continued to drive into town. That bit of paranoia lingered in his thoughts, making him ignore the horrible taste of medication. "A population of no one huh?, we'll see." It was only a vision, and not the first, but god help him, the last.

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Robert M. Stark

Robert finally has reached the town. He notices something odd. No one is walking about. He glances around and sees a Happy Burger, and then back to his fuel. He sees it to be almost completely dry. He sees two gas stations just down the road. As soon as he makes it to the first gas station, he smells something odd. He pulls over to the side, and sees that smoke is coming from under his hood. The sound of a siren is heard far and wide.

Jason Quell

The car had come to an abrubt stop. The kindly old social worker lay there in the driver's seat, with her face completely turned to a bright red. 'Why? Why do all the bad things happen when I'm around?' little nine year old Jason thought. The boy tapped the old woman to see if she was alive. The woman, stayed still, but with enough strength, she whispered "Jason, sweetheart, go...go to the next town, get help, now. I'll be fine." With that, she went into an unconscience state. He unwrapped himself from the seatbelt, opened the door, and ran. 'Mommy and dad wouldn't have died if I wasn't here, and now she's going to die too!'

[/i] these thoughts kept running through the poor boy's mind while he ran. Tears streamed down his face. He fell to the ground, pounding away at the pavement with his bare hands until it hurt, like a child of his age would when they didn't get what they wanted. "Ow...hey...what's that?" There was a sign on the road, with some scratches over the population. He could read it, but like most children, needed to sound it out first in order to comprehend. "Sigh...Lent...Heel...Silent HILL! Pop...you...lay...shun....Population! Uh, the rest is scratched out...hmmm. MAYBE I CAN FIND SOMEONE TO HELP ME!" He kept running, until he reached the town. The fog moved in. No one was in sight. There was a bowling alley named Thunder Alley, and a gas station labeled Texxon in his sight. There was another building that looked lively, Kneely's Bar.[/center][/color]

[thyeternalfork]

When he pops open the hood, he is extremely mad since as far as he knew his vehicle was in good condition, and even if this city was lifeless, it's not like it was his concern. "You piece of shit! You can't break down like that, argh!!" Angry he kicks the bumper with the toe part of his shoe and tries taking a look at the engine while trying to keep his lungs clear of smoke. "Where's a mechanic when you need one, let alone ANYONE!!" Closing the hood, he walks to the gas station to take a look inside, no longer convinced that there's no one here due to the sirens sounding.

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It didn't take long for Jason to make his decision. He knew that he wasn't allowed in bars, that he was too young and that the man behind the counter would probably kick him out. "But this is an emergency...dammit!" Its the first time he ever heard himself swear out loud that he can remember. A little tear falls down his cheek as one of his first memories of his mother prior to her death was telling him that when he was two he had quite a little mouth on him. He shakes off the sadness, probably just a side effect of seeing that nice old woman turn red. He didn't want her to die and if he had to go into an adult bar to prevent it from happening he would. He took a deep breath and gathered up what courage he could and went to the door and attempted to open it.

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Robert M. Stark

The siren continued to blast through the town. Robert made his way to the gas station. He didn't bother to look at the name of the facility. Opening the door, he walked inside, and looked around for an employee. There was no one in sight. However, there was a door that led to the freezer, right besides the Men's room. Robert was impatient by nature. He judged for himself that there could be someone in the freezer stocking shelves, or perhaps they were in the bathroom relieving themselves, and if there was, he was going to find them. If he had to go into the ladies room, he would do it. His car was his the most reliable thing in his life, next to his medication, and he'll be damned if he lets that go without trying.


Jason Quell

The boy was brave. Braver then he should've been. He had a sense of duty now, to save his savior, the kind old woman. He even overlooked the fact that he was going into a bar, to help her. Afterall, Uncle Rick loved to drink. And bars invite those types in with welcome arms. Yes, brave was the perfect word for him. Opening the door, he walked inside and looked around. No one was there. Just a few drinks left unfinished, and neon lights all around. It was mostly pink. It reminded him of one video Uncle Rick watched, where girls were dancing on poles, and taking their clothes off. There was a stage, with a few poles, he had noticed. It really was like that video. But still no one in sight. There was a curtain behind the stage as well.

[MasterDevil]

His eyes let themselves wander over the room. He remembered that video well and how it made him feel. He had had younger friends at one point in time that would watch those video's without their daddies knowing because it was cool, or what was that word...exciting. He just found it disgusting, he remembered that Ryan really liked to watch Uncle Rick's video's and he accepted that because Ryan was his best friend. Not him though, he would always leave as it made him feel disgusted, after what happened though he couldn't blame himself, or maybe it was other people that he should start blaming. But that wasn't the issue was it, he had to find somebody to help that nice lady in the car. He approaches the stage and goes to the curtain.

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If the freezer was open, that would be his first guess as to where they were. Approaching the freezer door slowly he called out "Hello..." and again, "Hey, someone there?" trying not to frighten whoever would be in there, he made his footsteps loud still walking towards the door. "I need some help man, my car's busted. I need you to tell me where a mechanic is."

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Robert M. Stark

No one answered. He looked inside, but no one was in sight. 'Why would the freezer be open, if no one was working today?' He thought. To any normal person, it didn't make sense. 'CLANGCLANGCLANG' the sound of a metal object dropping to the floor is heard. He looked around. There was an opened crate, with a crowbar on the floor next to it. The top of the crate was also on the floor. He heard some noise...it sounded like static from a radio...

Jason Quell

Jason mearly touched the curtain, and heard a sound. "Glomph...MUGhahauahhhhhhhhhhhhgghhfaaf". It sounded like a deep dark voice. The sound repeated itself. As Jason looked, he saw nothing behind the curtain. It was dark, but he could still see well enough to spot some manequins without clothes, and shelves full of make up. There was a dressing room and inside of it there was a flashlight that was turned on.

[thyeternalfork]

Startled, he put up his fists, cracking his knuckles by forming fists, and stood in what he knew as a CQC stance. He rarely had to use such skill, and only practiced it. His teeth were clenched and his heart was about to explode. His anger might be intimidating, and tried his luck when he looked at the crate, where the noise came from. He shouted "God dammit, don't fucking do that!! Just show yourself cause you're not funny, so enough with your bullshit!!"

[MasterDevil]

His heart froze at the noise, he had only heard noises like that in horror movies and thats where he felt he was just about to go. An abandoned town? What did they call them? A ghost town Jason "Go away!" Jason yelled allowed after hearing the voice in his head, not only did he not need reminding of what the towns were called he did not need a voice in his head at the moment. He never did like mannequins but seeing them reminded him of a stage in school, when they would do stupid kids plays, ones that Ryan always really hated. Truth be told he thought they were kind of fun. Ryan didn't like a lot of things that Jason did but he was still his best friend. He stopped to think for a just a second and decided that it wasn't really a...ghost town Jason...he shudders, but really a man practicing on stage and making terrible noises. He rushes in toward the flashlight only keeping that in mind, all little kids know that light protects them.

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Robert M. Stark

Robert's scare tactics had no effect. It appeared there wasn't anyone else in the freezer. Robert looked around, and the only thing of interest was the crate. And of course, that static he was hearing before. He had yet to look into the crate. There was obviously no harm in just peeking, but something erie eminated from it. He also thought he heard another noise. It wasn't the static. It sound like a drill. He stopped, and listened for a minute, still in his CQC stance. The noise disappeared. The only thing left was the crate, the crowbar, and the static.

Jason Quell

Little Jason made it to the flashlight and gripped it like a baseball bat. He looks around, shining the light around the room, trying to find what made that noise. Still, nothing was found. But of course, Jason checked again. He noticed nothing unusual, except for a strangely shaped figure. He shined the flashlight in it's direction.





A poorly made mannequin. It had legs in the places were arms were supposed to be located, but still retained legs in the traditional area. However the legs that were located where the arms would normally be possessed no feet. Very strange for a mannequin. He started to walk towards the mishapened model, when his foot struck something. He shinned the light down to his feet. It was a hammer. It looked like it had only been used a few times. He looked closer. There were red stains all over the hammer.

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Rob kept his hands up, his right ready to punch and his left open to possibly grapple if need be. He inched toward the crate keeping up his anger as a way of snuffing out the fear of what might happen. When he got close enough to the crowbar he quickly slid his foot on top of it and jerked it toward him. As hastily as it was moved toward him, he picked it up and his fist became armed, holding it slightly above his shoulder to swing quickly. It was made of metal so one quick strike would do enough. With the crate still remaining unchecked he looked into it from as much distance as possible without being right near the edge.