Aug 3, 2013
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p-p-p-please st-st-stay aw-aw-away fr-fr-from m-m-me!
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Alessa, dear? Some little soul told me everything.
In my day, we asked permission. We didn't take what wasn't ours. And we certainly didn't have the poor children first.
Oooh, Jimmy is going to have a heart attack when he hears this...
[[Belated congratulations to Alessa and Walter! Never mind Dahlia: she's just terminally controlling. Don't let her near the wedding presents.]]
+ harrymasonmanofaction + childishsleeptalk + the-tortured-souls + askheatherandjames + inmate-rs-273a
"Wh... what the hell..."
Henry's hand lifts, fingers lightly pressing against the side of his forehead as he winces. A headache's suddenly started up, the pain beginning to beat in the cavern of his skull like some untimely warning. Of course, with the headache comes a new bout of paranoia--but he tries not to pay too much attention to that, if only because it'll make the splitting sensation worse.
These're just regular people, he tells himself. There's nothing wrong with them at all.
But there's got to be a reason he can't even think straight. He's just a little afraid of what that reason is.
"Sorry," he breathes out, his head still aching, but his arm dropping to hang loosely at his sides. He doesn't even have the strength to fake a smile, but he was never good at that to begin with. "I, ah... can I help you?"
"The only monster here is you, Claudia. You AND your petty God." Alessa laughed, though a sneer was embedded in it. "But perhaps you don't want to hear it from me. But from the angel himself. I could fetch him." she chuckled.
Sister… as much as I despise to say it, but you are the imposter God around here, your delusional of becoming the catalyst for the powers that occurred here in how has gone to your head a little too much, hm? Samael is the true driving force here, not you.
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childishsleeptalk
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reddeadnurse
It had been quite some time since she had laid her roots on the soil of this town. But that, in no way meant she was completely out of touch with the coming and going of people from her town. The Goddess had been recently awaken from her slumber and she was very weak, nonetheless this did not stop her from reemerging. The white fog had thickened more than usual, the blanket of haze swirled around on the ground like a tornado, concealing Samael. Inside the fog the God had begun to materialize.
First an arm, and then another one. Other body parts materialized from the fog until at last Samael was complete, the God waved a hand as the surrounding fog dispelled from around its body. A sinister smile wiped across her face, she had not used this form since her collapse, her death so to say. The monsters of the town seem to be more active, more restless now that their creatrix had awakened from her sleep. The God began to take its first steps, she (as it is the form it assumed) inhaled the musky, humid air. She took a moment to her examine her surroundings.
The town had changed since the last time she was here and it had lost its charm ever since. Her home was now derelict, abandoned and shrouded in a thick blanket of haze, it felt more like home than it did years and years ago. Once the God had taken in the new sights of her home she began to make the trip around the town, to explore it, as she sensed the presence of others, Samael seemed pleased at the thought of prisoners and lost souls. Though her body ached from weakness this did not seem to slow her down at all, she lifted up her red robes and resumed her journey through the town.
How good did it feel, to feel the cold concert of the sidewalk underneath the soles of her bare feet though she missed the moist soil more but it was a nice change from it. The God released her robes from her hands, the robe pooled around her feet, she walked carefully with measured steps. Slowly adjusting herself to the body, and to the brand new yet old surroundings, She hummed to herself perhaps an old hymn that her followers sang as they praised her name. Once the deity located the damned souls she set out to seek them out.
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Sister please.... if it pleases you... kill me. Do not blame Walter, I lay my life on the line for you in his stead.... I have nothing to live for and I can not let my sister be angry at her lover for something he did not do....
-Claudia kneels in front of Alessa, practically begging for death-
the-tortured-souls started following you
Whoa. It's me. Or me from a past life. This is weird. Uh, hi. I go by Cheryl now. Or Heather, I guess. And is that....it is. Valtiel. How'd you two hook up?
Heather walked down the streets of Silent Hill, the seemingly desolate roads were less than comforting for the young female however she had grown accustomed to the solitude and the bone chilling blanket of fog. It was nothing new to her, this daily sort of ritual leaving the safety of her and her comrade's safe house. But today it was different. Heather was alone, her comrade had fallen ill over the weekend and was unable to accompany her like always. She loaded the shotgun with six new shells and gave a sigh keeping the weapon close to her side. Just in case she told herself, something that had been instilled into her at a young age and a philosophy she finally put into practice not some time ago. Heather's senses become heightened much like anyone elses would be in a place shrouded with fog and a variety of monsters lurking around every corner of every street oh and how it unnerved her greatly. Such a wretched feeling at it. Heather continued walking down the street and it wasn't long before she had become aware of another's presence with that the young woman spun on her heels and snapped to attention with the index finger on the shotgun's trigger "Hey! Is anyone there?" She called out.