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 Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 10:33 pm
Three people.
Two different trips.
One fatal error in judgment.
A secret that's never been told.
No one will ever know...
Except for Silent Hill.
It is said that Silent Hill calls to those who hold darkness in their hearts. But what if this darkness has gathered by mistake? What if a crime done with good intentions is just as innocent as was thought? No one had ever said just what qualifies as darkness in Silent Hill. Though everyone knows that you should stay away at all costs. But sometimes, going back just can't be helped. Just ask those best friends.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 10:48 pm
.::Elizabeth's Characters::. : Natalie Wright is a 22 year old college student in Boston, Massachusetts attending Berklee. But she grew up in Shepherd's Glen, the town across the lake from Silent Hill. She and her best friend have a secret there in Silent Hill. One that's lasted the years between them. The 5'7", 126lb female thinks it's all behind her. What she doesn't know is that Silent Hill plans to reacquaint her with her guilt and fears in a most frightening way. .::Wolf's Characters::. The Resting Wolf  Tonya Banked is a 23 year old college student in Waverly, West Virginia attending Meredith Manor, for her Riding Master Training Degree. But she grew up in Forsyth, Georgia, the tiny town in the middle of No Where. She rand her best friend have a been separated now for a while. One that's lasted years between them. The 5'9", 142lb female thinks her old life is all behind her. What she doesn't know is that Silent Hill plans to change her life with its horrors and insanity in a most abrubt way. The things she had done and seen in her youth began to bother her, she has a dark past inside that she keep silent. She delved into her studies, becoming far too interested in training and caring for horses.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 6:18 pm
.::Leid's Characters::. : Roland Jaines is a 22 year old college student in New York, New York attending Drexel, for his combined PHD/MD. But he grew up in Shepherd's Glen, the town across the lake from Silent Hill. He and his best friend have a secret there in Silent Hill. One that's lasted the years between them. The 5'11", 170lb male thinks it's all behind him. What he doesn't know is that Silent Hill plans to reacquaint him with his guilt and fears in a most frightening way. The things he had done and seen in his youth began to bother him and Ro had a dark turn inside that he kept silent. He delved into is studies, becoming far too interested in case studies of gruesome deaths and diseases. The Gamefaqs page for Silent Hill. Scroll down for the various maps.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 6:47 pm
I want my innocence back. And if you can't pacify me...
And I demand
You put my heart back in my hand
And wipe it clean
From the mess you made of me Natalie sat quietly by the phone in her dorm room. She was panting heavily and sweating. She'd just woken up from the most horrible nightmare. The only thing was, she couldn't remember it. All she knew was that she was scared. She stared at the phone, wondering if she should bother her best friend at this time of the night. She shook her head, then reached for the phone. She stopped, then shook her head again and let her hand drop. She didn't know what she wanted to do. Ever since the first dream, she'd been a frightened mess.
It had all started out in her hometown of Shepherd's Glen. She'd been standing at the lookout point, staring at Silent Hill, and then all of the sudden she'd been there. But then again, it didn't seem like Silent Hill. It was rusty and blood covered, as if a post-apocalyptic war had swept through. And there were monsters. Horrible, zombie-like monsters that had scared her worse than the monsters in her closet had when she was six. She sighed and looked at the phone as she recalled her dreams, finally giving in. Receiver in hand, she dialed in Roland's number and hoped he'd answer.And I require
You make me free from this desire
And when you leave, I'd better be the innocent
I used to be
...I will break your bones. You think I'm bluffing, just try me.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 2:43 pm
.::Roland Jaines::.
Never
leave me
walk close beside me
Your head
my head
fit so easy
No tomorrow, let dust appear. We did some great things, or didn't we?
Dry and dusty, I am a capsule of energy. You speak softly, we are capsules of energy.
It was that dream again and he didn't know what to make of it. His home town seemed to close in on him. Guilt and fear would fill him and he'd run. By the time he stopped running he noticed he was in Silent Hill, the town not far from Shepard's Glen. It made no sense that he ran there in such a sort time but it was only a dream, right? Once there in his dream he'd walk through the empty streets. Suddenly, cutting through the silence, a loud siren. It would get him every time, even the times he remembered it would sound off. He'd cover his ears and hunker low to the street only to see the town around him growing rusty. Before he could do anything he always would be overtaken in the dream, something would come up to him and lean in, but by then the adrenaline pumping through him would force him to awaken. This time he didn't even get to the siren. He looked around the town of Silent Hill, a thick fog rolling over the street, his feet shuffling along, carrying him further into the town. He remembered the siren this time, and he looked up expectantly, but inside a jingle cut through his sleep and to his ears, a jingle and a buzzing.
Roland's eyes opened, the only light in his room was the glow from his phone. In the dark he lifted a heavy hand from under the covers and scooped it up with a bit of effort, trying to shake off the couple of milligrams of a prescription sleep aid he managed to score from a friend who worked at the pharmacy. Studying medicine made it easy for him to know what to take to get high or pass out for a good night's sleep. He shifted around in his bed and stared up at the ceiling, putting the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" the word creeped from his throat, sleep and drugs trying to pull the greeting back down into his chest.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:29 pm
I want my innocence back. And if you can't pacify me...
And I demand
You put my heart back in my hand
And wipe it clean
From the mess you made of me "I woke you up... I'm sorry." Her reaction was only automatic. Inside she was jumping up and down with joy that he'd answered. "It's... It's Nat. I... I had a really bad dream and... I wanted to talk to you about it." Through all the years her voice still belied the need she had for him. She'd needed him as her best friend and confidant since day one.
"It's about home." She whispered into the mouth piece. She knew he'd speak to her when his head cleared from the grog of sleep. She wished she could just walk down the hall and see him instead of being states away. She wondered if she could convince him to come home with her in a week. She was going home for Spring Break, to try and quell the nightmares. She didn't know exactly what she'd do, but she was going to do it. "Do you... have time?"And I require
You make me free from this desire
And when you leave, I'd better be the innocent
I used to be
...I will break your bones. You think I'm bluffing, just try me.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 8:02 am
.::Roland Jaines::.
Never
leave me
walk close beside me
Your head
my head
fit so easy
No tomorrow, let dust appear. We did some great things, or didn't we?
Dry and dusty, I am a capsule of energy. You speak softly, we are capsules of energy.
"It's okay," he muttered to her apology. Roland pushed himself up to sit in his bed, staring through the dark to the vague contours of the covers that laid across his legs. He listened for now, letting her words help raise him from his slumber, the chemicals coursing through him making him want to just lay back down and close his eyes. It was the tone in her voice that carried him through the motions of regulated deep breaths and stretching.
Nat's words took a moment to set in, but he realized the importance of what his childhood friend was saying. They were both having guilt induced dreams for the things they have done, for that one moment of sin. At the time it wasn't a big deal, it was a victory for that matter, but through age and experience they have come to see that the live of a child, no matter how much of a snot it was, is still the life of a child. Roland reached out to turn on the lamp beside his bed, closing his eyes fast as the little bulb glared bright in his small dorm room.
"Yeah," his voice was a bit more clear now, the soft gruff sound in his throat still dragging on certain words, his speech slow and loose. "I have time, if you don't mind me pissing while you talk."
Roland pause for a moment, but then continued on his way. He pulled down the covers and put his feet on the floor, the rug below cool and soft beneath his toes. He made his way down the hall and to the bathroom, stepping lightly, groping the wall in the darkness to lead himself forward. He gripped the door knob in his free hand, chilled in his grasp, and opened the door to the small pitch black room. A flick of the switch on the inner wall and soon the room and part of the hall was flooded with bright light. Squinting he stepped in, closing the door behind him. As Nat continued to speak, if Nat was okay with traveling to the bathroom, Roland would take a moment to relieve himself, then wash his hands, clearing off any germs. As he lathered his hands with soap he pondered washing them before touching his privates to prevent any infections, but quickly dismissed it as a very silly thought.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 11:52 am
I want my innocence back. And if you can't pacify me...
And I demand
You put my heart back in my hand
And wipe it clean
From the mess you made of me "You still ask? After how many times you've gone to the bathroom with me on the phone?" She sighed and shook her head, an action she regretted he couldn't see. Some things never changed, at least. She didn't want their friendship to change, ever. She smiled slightly and leaned against the wall.
"In the dream, I'm in Silent Hill... Everything is... rusted, old. Like there's been an apocalypse. And there are these... these things in the shadows. Monsters." She said as she stared at the window across from her. "It's horrible, Ro..." She shook her head again and rubbed her temples. "I'm going back home for break. It's in a couple of weeks. Are you off too?" She asked as she got to her feet and started to pace. Where the rug ended was cold tile floor. She sighed and shivered a bit. "Will you come back with me?"And I require
You make me free from this desire
And when you leave, I'd better be the innocent
I used to be
...I will break your bones. You think I'm bluffing, just try me.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 7:47 am
.::Roland Jaines::.
Never
leave me
walk close beside me
Your head
my head
fit so easy
No tomorrow, let dust appear. We did some great things, or didn't we?
Dry and dusty, I am a capsule of energy. You speak softly, we are capsules of energy.
Roland's eyes drifted along the counter, gazing upon the few collect dust particles he could see laying around the items he used to clean himself. Dust, dirt, and so on. When dust enters the body it creates an infection. White blood cells attack the infection, your body starts to shut down, making you tired, things become inflamed. If that infection is too strong for the body it can dehydrate a person, it can cause permanent damage to parts of the body. If an infection goes to the brain it could cause swelling of the brain tissue causing death. The stream of thoughts flooded his mind as he partially listened to Nat. He wasn't trying to avoid hearing her, but he was having trouble focusing and wanted to just lay back down.
"Yeah, I can do that," he said after snapping back and recalling the information that his ears took in. He did miss his best friend. They hadn't hung out in a while. Sure they kept in touch through the internet and the phone, but that wasn't the same. Maybe they could talk about what might be causing their dreams, deal with some issues and get on with their lives.
"I've been having nightmares, too," he said softly. The details were nearly the same as Nat's, but he didn't want to freak her out too much, that feeling of needing and wanting to protect her still so strong in him as the first time he ever felt it. "Just about home, you know?" he continued, "Like something isn't right. I'll come home for spring break and get in touch with you when I get into town."
Roland shuffled his way out of the bathroom, flicking off the light as he passed through and into the hall. He moved toward his bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminating his way back to the bed. As he neared the mattress Roland lifted his one knee and slid it across the sheets, then his lifted his other knee and slid that along, his weight pressing into the foam and springs, the soft give already felt so warm and relaxing. He fell into the bedding, his head coming to the pillow and his slumped shoulders aching just so as the muscles eased. If Nat required him to talk longer he'd continue their conversation, but if she had enough piece of mind to try getting some sleep, he'd bid her farewell and do that same.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 10:05 am
I want my innocence back. And if you can't pacify me...
And I demand
You put my heart back in my hand
And wipe it clean
From the mess you made of me A thousand warning bells went off in her head, but she knew better than to push Roland. He'd tell her about his nightmares if he saw fit to. "Alright. I love you, Ro. Miss you terribly too. See you soon. G'night." She waited for his response, then hung up. Nat sat in the darkness for a bit. It'd been a while since she'd had a hit of anything, maybe that's what was causing her dreams. She'd been clean for a month now. No crack, no weed, nothing. She'd come very close to losing the money she had to take classes here, just two days shy of failing a drug test after a party she'd been at had gotten crashed by the police. Thank God she'd only just gotten there and hadn't started drinking yet.
She leaned her head against the wall and stared, arms hanging limply on her knees. At least she knew she'd be seeing her best friend again. They could get some closure together, and move on.
Move on...
She'd been doing that for years now. Moving on to the next thing. Taking on the next challenge in life. Why was all of this only just starting to haunt her now? She ran her hand through her bleached hair and sighed. There was no way this was going to leave her alone. She laid back down and closed her eyes to the darkness. In the morning she'd call her mom.
-=-=2 Weeks Later=-=-
Natalie drummed on the steering wheel as she drove, keeping time with the music that pulsed through the car. She looked tired; dark circles around her eyes, pale and drawn. She hadn't been sleeping correctly at all, avoiding it on most nights. She looked at her cell phone, hoping that Roland would beat her home. She then yawned and turned back to the road.
She was getting closer to home. Things were starting to become familiar again. She recognized some of the places she passed. She hadn't been home in a while, she realized. It made her feel a little bad for leaving her mom alone in Shepherd's Glen. But she'd be there soon. Hopefully that would win her forgiveness.And I require
You make me free from this desire
And when you leave, I'd better be the innocent
I used to be
...I will break your bones. You think I'm bluffing, just try me.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 9:45 am
.::Roland Jaines::.
Never
leave me
walk close beside me
Your head
my head
fit so easy
No tomorrow, let dust appear. We did some great things, or didn't we?
Dry and dusty, I am a capsule of energy. You speak softly, we are capsules of energy.
Roland had called ahead, telling his parents he'd be home for a visit this spring break. He normally didn't get a chance to come home, so his family was pretty stoked. The would-be doctor decided to leave early, as soon as his classes were done, and have time with his parents. He got in a bit on the late side and had tea and a chat with his family before bed. A feeling of anxiety filled the young man as he tried to not think of the dreams he had and how Nat had nearly the same dream. He didn't utter a word to his family, even when they mentioned he looked tense. Luckily they didn't know about the arsenal of pills he had in his duffel bag.
When it was time for bed Roland took something to calm his nerves and managed to pass out as his head hit the pillow. No amount of medication could have protected his mind from the direct link he had now with his past. His dreams were filled with terrible imagery much like before, but the detail was so vivid and he couldn't wake himself, not until morning. When the sun started to rise high in the sky Roland's eyes tore open, his heart pounding. That wasn't natural. He quickly realized the whole thing was all a dream, but something so intense would make one's heart rate increase and rouse the person from their slumber, whereas he did not wake up until morning. As much as it bothered him he chalked it up to the pills.
Roland had a nice breakfast and some coffee with his parents, waiting to text Nat a little later in they day, make sure she wasn't being woken up. However, he though, if she was having these dreams, maybe waking her wasn't a big deal. Still, he held off on texting her, giving his family time to chat and catch him up with their lives. Finally some time later he had time to himself that he could use to come and go as he pleased. He texted Nat.
"At home now. We should meet up when you get in."
Roland stared down at the words for a moment, wanting to say more, but didn't think a text message was the best way to tell her how he had been having nightmares, too. He'd shower and wait for a reply. Hopefully they wouldn't have to wait around too long before talking about all of this mess.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 11:22 am
I want my innocence back. And if you can't pacify me...
And I demand
You put my heart back in my hand
And wipe it clean
From the mess you made of me Two hours outside of Shepherd's Glen, she got a text from Roland. She smiled and texted him back.
-Be there in two hours. Gonna see mom first.-
She knew he'd understand. Nat and her mother weren't close by any stretch of the imagination, but they did have a connection. She missed her mom, now that she was out on her own. Back when she'd been living with her they'd done nothing but fight. But things were different now. She figured it was because she wasn't around for her mother to hover over her. She felt that much more free.
For two hours the road seemed to stretch on into oblivion. She was just beginning to think this trip would never end when the town loomed into sight. She smiled slightly as she drove down familiar streets. Soon enough she pulled up at home. She texted Roland again, telling him she was at her mom's place, then turned the car off and headed up to the door. She knocked quietly, thinking her mom was probably in the front room and heard her come up onto the porch. She was right, and soon enough she was inside and catching up with the strawberry blond that had given birth to her.
Stories were exchanged, talk of money was cut short by Nat, and two pots of tea were drank. "Roland's in town."
Nat figured she'd found this out from someone in his family. "Yes, I know. We've been keeping up."
"That's good. You two have always been such good friends. Are you going to see each other?"
"Maybe. I don't know if we're meeting somewhere yet or what..." It was odd talking to her mother about him this time. There was a grin on her face and she knew she was thinking overeager thoughts. "Forget it." Nat narrowed her eyes.
"I'm just being your mom." She got a teasing grin.
"Be my mom about someone else." Nat said pointedly. "Anyone else." She added mentally.And I require
You make me free from this desire
And when you leave, I'd better be the innocent
I used to be
...I will break your bones. You think I'm bluffing, just try me.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 7:44 pm
.::Roland Jaines::.
Never
leave me
walk close beside me
Your head
my head
fit so easy
No tomorrow, let dust appear. We did some great things, or didn't we?
Dry and dusty, I am a capsule of energy. You speak softly, we are capsules of energy.
Roland was starting to get anxious while waiting for Nat to contact him. He took a long drive in his car, letting his parents know he'd be going out for a while. He had no idea how long, so he packed a messenger back with a few things. He had his phone, his ipod, a note book and some pens, his water bottle, some pills and a few other things that hung in the dark corners that he didn't bother removing.
He could only take so much cruising around before making a sweep passed Nat's place. He took a gander over the yard and drive way. It looked like she was home, so he slowed down his car. He normally wasn't this tense. Maybe it was the drugs. Maybe. He pulled up and turned off the engine. He first took a moment to collect his thoughts, but then he approached the front door, placing a firm knock on the wooden surface.
Once the door was answered he'd ask for Nat and come in if it was offered to him. He seemed more antsy than usual. Cool and calm Ro was a jittery wreck. Try as he might hold to back the anxiety the welled in his chest he still looked like he didn't sleep too well and then guzzled a pot of coffee.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 10:32 pm
I want my innocence back. And if you can't pacify me...
And I demand
You put my heart back in my hand
And wipe it clean
From the mess you made of me Nat was glad for the reprieve from the chatter as there was a knock on the door, but her greatest relief was the familiar voice. She came bolting from the kitchen only to stop short in front of her best friend. Her facial expression went from ecstatic to horrified in less than a second. "R-Roland?" She asked softly. He hardly looked like her best friend. He was... worn, tired even. "What happened to you?" She asked in a tone of quiet disbelief. She dragged him into the house and pulled him up the stairs instantly.
She was headed for her bedroom when she heard her mother's following footsteps. "Not gonna happen, Ma!" She called as she pulled him into her room against any resistance he might have. She shut the door and leaned against it, in case her mom might try and join in on the interrogation. "What's wrong? Spill. Or I might be inclined to say you're not the real Roland Jaines that I grew up with."
He looked like he hadn't slept in 24 hours, and was nervous. Nothing like her best friend. There was something in his eyes. She didn't like it; it reminded her of... herself. "Not you too..." She guessed right off the bat. Was he having nightmares too? What could that possibly mean? She stared at him quietly, expecting an answer.
((Since they're best friends I'm thinking they'd be able to tell if something was wrong with the other. And it's in Nat's nature to overreact when it comes to those she actually cares for. If you don't like it just say the word.))And I require
You make me free from this desire
And when you leave, I'd better be the innocent
I used to be
...I will break your bones. You think I'm bluffing, just try me.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 9:23 am
.::Roland Jaines::.
Never
leave me
walk close beside me
Your head
my head
fit so easy
No tomorrow, let dust appear. We did some great things, or didn't we?
Dry and dusty, I am a capsule of energy. You speak softly, we are capsules of energy.
Roland hurried up the stairs only a step behind Natalie, practically being pulled along by her. Once in the familiar old bedroom he let his eyes drift across the floor. This was all too surreal. Sure Nat may have told her mother about the nightmares and then Mrs. Wright might have gotten overly worried. Who knows? He took in a deep breath, drawing it passed his lips and down into his lungs until he could feel what he could assume to be the bottoms of them swell, held it in, then let it out slowly. A swimming feeling swirled around his head, a result of the way he brought in a lot of oxygen at once, then deprived his body of oxygen by holding his breath then a gentle exerting himself by the way he exhaled. A natural and extremely brief high.
"Okay. It's me it's just," Roland started, looking up from the ground to his friend. He took another breath, shorter this time, "I've been having the nightmares, too, just like yours, and I can feel these eyes watching me, the the buildings know everything I've ever said or done. Like the air around me wanted to rip me apart and pull out my sins, and I know that sounds ******** crazy, but I feel like we have to go there. Confront your fears, right?"
Roland tried rationalizing everything in his head on the ride over. Something inside him urged him to go, a compulsion, and he couldn't figure out why he feel such a strong desire to go to the place from his dream. Out of every weird feeling connected to a dream that he had, this was the first he felt he needed, not wanted, to follow up on.
"I didn't tell you before because I didn't want you to get scared. I always planned on telling you in person, but," he paused, his cheeks warming, blood rushing to his face as his heart beat quickened, "I didn't want you to need me and not actually be here. That's why I waited and I'm sorry." Roland lifted his eyes, looking to the door behind Nat, then back to his friend.
"So, what do we do now? I feel like we have to go and go now, but-but, maybe, I don't know, maybe you have an idea or something." Roland struggled to get the words out, running his hands through his hair. He needed to go, and he would, but he was trying to act more rational than he felt. Nat would be able to see right through it.
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