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It's been a long ass time, but here we are. This is for the members that have already came back, and for any possible returning members. I'm just writing this to let you all know that I am completely serious about restarting and re-vamping this site. I'd love to get our little community back up again, and maybe even expand that little community! |
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| I want to also apologize for my sudden absence from here. Personal life was becoming very tough and, without going into too much detail, I was at a very bad place in my life. But now things are getting better, and I'm ready to start becoming an active RPer again, and to re-connect with all of you guys! So, here's some general questions I have for you all: do you want to restart our roleplays or wrap up what we already have? Also, what sorts of changes would you like to see around here? We'll discuss all of this in the coming weeks. I want to give you an idea of what will be different with this re-opening. 1. The Site Rules will probably be updated. The update probably won't be too major, but enough will be different that it will warrant a look from new and existing members. 2. My expectations for writing quality are going to be stricter. Your Rain was open to RPers of all experience levels in the past, but I need to start expecting a certain level of quality. Not perfection, of course, because nobody's perfect. But since I've matured as a writer, I'm going to want a mature group of writers on the site. My vision for what I want this site to be and what I want it to become has changed since I started out. This is really aimed more at new members, because I know the existing members are all very talented writers. But just don't be surprised if I'm more meticulous than I was when the site started. I hope I don't come across as an asshole though! Your Rain will, of course, be first and foremost about having fun in the world of Silent Hill, so don't expect that to change any time soon. And as always, I will accept members regardless of their level of Silent Hill knowledge, because they can always be teached! Anyway, I'm very excited to be continuing with this site, and hopefully make it even better than before! -Adrien |
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| Silent Lobster | Oct 5 2011, 03:56 PM Post #1 |
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The road seemed quieter as the El Camino made its way along the shore of Toluca Lake, past the old observation deck, and into the streets of South Vale. Steven had asked for direction several times and had eventually been forced to purchase a road map of the region, which showed the greater Silent Hill area. He hadn't been sure where the best place to start would be as the trail Joseph had left behind was scant at best. It had taken him a week's worth of hard nosed detective work to dig up a copy of Joseph's article, which had been printed although unfinished. It seemed that he had been writing about a location in Silent Hill called the Wish House. The place was supposedly an orphanage that doubled as a sort of gathering place for followers of the local religion, something called The Order. There was a lot of theory in the article and on the whole it wasn't very good journalism, but that was Joseph's style. He would have edited the piece later and made it seem more professional. After reading what Joseph was accusing these people of, Steven couldn't help but wonder if these Order people didn't have something to do with his friend's disappearance. That was why he'd stopped at South Ashfield Arms and purchased a .45 before making the long drive to the small, Pennsylvania town. The logical first step, he'd thought, would be to find this Wish House for himself and see what these people really did have to hide. He was no cop, but surely they understood the damage that a smart journalist could do. He'd examined the map of the Silent Hill area and had determined that the best place to stay during his visit would be a small motel located in the South Vale area which was on the south shore of the lake while Silent Hill proper was on the north shore. He could drive to the main town the next day as it was already getting late by the time he'd gotten into town. The motel was called Jack's Inn and it didn't seem to be difficult to locate as a large sign along the left side of the highway indicated the drive-in parking. Steven imagined he would have to head to the motel's office and get a room key and then maybe take a quick look around for any interesting locals before turning in. The town did seem to be unusually silent, but he reminded himself that this was more of an older, residential neighborhood off of the much larger resort area north of the lake. There was also an abundance of thick fog blanketing the town which made Steven wonder what kind of weather patterens this place experienced. Finding the motel parking lot practically abandoned, he parked the classic car next to a room numbered 110 and made a mental note to check if that room was available for convenience sake. There was a slight chill in the air as he stepped from the vehicle and glanced around the foggy parking lot for a way to get to the motel's office. |
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| Adrien Lockhart | Oct 5 2011, 09:12 PM Post #2 |
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((I'll be joining this thread with my character, Kaori, sometime in the next few days. :D)) |
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| Raiu | Oct 5 2011, 09:53 PM Post #3 |
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[[Joining in. This seems better than if I did the hospital right away.]] Everything seemed to be normal, except for the fog which seemed to be importing straight from London, England. Atleast, it was until there was a loud thump that came from his car, like something hitting it very hard very fast, followed by a sound not unlike someone falling on the ground. When the older man went to look, the thing that hit the car turned out to be a teenage boy, maybe nineteen years old, who was now laying flat on his back, knocked out. He must have been running full out before he hit the car... It almost looked like there was a dent in the car itself. A long knife, a bit longer than what could be put into a boot, that was more like a sword, laid near the boy, almost as if he had been holding it as he ran. Really dangerous... |
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| Silent Lobster | Oct 6 2011, 10:41 AM Post #4 |
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((Guess I'm popular. Raiu, your character is....interesting, so this roleplay will be also. Also, did you want him taken to a hospital or will he wake up soon?)) The sound made Steven jump. It was the first thing he'd heard in the town aside from the distant cry of sea birds over the lake. He rushed around the side of the car to see the body of the young man and the long knife that he had presumably dropped. The young man seemed to have hit the tailgate and had made a small dent. Although he was a little annoyed that he would have to have the dent repaired, Steven worried about the young man. Why had he suddenly rushed out of nowhere and what had he been running from? He could not see far enough through the thick fog to determine where the motel's office was, but given this young man's condition Steven decided to just check himself into a room and sort it out later. He walked to the door of 110 and tried it. Surprisingly the door was unlocked and although he wondered if that wasn't because another person was staying there, he opened the door and glanced inside. "Hello, anyone in here?" he asked the seemingly empty room. Recieving no answer, he decided to proceed. It was dark inside the room so he flipped on a lightswitch next to the door and glanced around. The interior of the room was as one would expect, with two beds with a small table between them. There was no one in the room as far as he could tell. Leaving the door open, he returned to the body of the young man, crouched down, and lifted him. He carried the teenager into the room and laid him down on one of the beds and then stepped back outside for the knife. It was a strange thing for anyone to be carrying a knife that large, almost a small sword, and even stranger for this young man to be running through the fog with the weapon. Steven checked the pocket of his coat for the gun he'd purchased. Whoever the boy was running from may still be nearby. He reached down and picked up the knife gently, wrapping it in a handkerchief from his pocket. Not wanting to be out in the fog at that moment, he carried the knife into room 110 and set it on the table between the beds. Although Steven didn't want to leave this kid alone in case his pursuer caught up, he also wanted to make sure whoever was running the motel office knew that he was staying in that room. He thought that he may also be able to get the boy some medical attention by using the office phone to call an ambulance. The town had an up-to-date hospital from what he'd heard but it was located across the lake. "I'll be back soon," he said to the body as he stepped towards the door. He gripped the gun in his pocket with his right hand and opened the door with his left, stepping out into the fog once more. |
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| Adrien Lockhart | Oct 6 2011, 02:04 PM Post #5 |
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((Sorry to keep interrupting this thread, but I decided that I might not actually use Kaori here, only because I don't wanna over-crowd this thread, I want to let both of your characters have some one-on-one conversation and character development. I feel like bringing my character in here would mess your guys' flow.
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| Raiu | Oct 6 2011, 03:23 PM Post #6 |
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As soon as the door was opened the second time, the boy bolted straight up and yelled "HAGGISH!" It was an ear splitting yell, one that could have been heard clearly in the middle of a highschool state football finals game in Texas. Which is to say, very very loud. Afterwards the boy fell back onto the bed, holding his head and making nonsense sounds. He didn't seem completely right, which may or may not have been the result of the car hitting. About five seconds passed between the head holding before the boy seemed to panic, looking around quickly, snatching his long knife as soon as his eyes set on it. "Where is it?!" His eyes found the older man, and he screamed. "Close the door!" It seemed right around then that he stopped and looked around... "Wait... it changed back?" Right now the kid seemed to go from zero to eighty eight to five in record time. That had to not be that much fun. |
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| Silent Lobster | Oct 6 2011, 06:10 PM Post #7 |
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((Going to be out for a couple of days due to a trip for work. Just FYI. I'll be back to post on Sunday. I apologize since I just joined and all. Otherwise I should be around pretty reliably. Also Adrien, I don't think you'd be messing up any dynamic at all by joining in. Not really sure where this is going to go from here so we'll see.)) Steven had been just about to step through the door when he heard the earsplitting scream from behind him. Pulling the gun fully from inside his pocket, he spun around to see the young man sitting bolt upright. He didn't move towards the obviously troubled youth who was twitching on the bed. He grabbed the knife and started asking questions which he seemed to already know the answers to. Just how hard had this kid hit the car? He screamed for Steven to close the door which he immediately complied to. Maybe someone was after this kid. "Wait... it changed back?" Steven put the gun away and edged closer to the bed where the young man lay, still aware of the long knife he was now clutching. He held his hands up in an open palmed fashion to show he meant no harm. "Slow down," he said gently, "you hit my car pretty hard. Just take it easy and we'll see about getting you some medical attention soon." He sat on the bed opposite the one the young man lay on and kept his eyes on the knife. "My name is Steven Wixom, I just arrived in town. But I'm willing to help you out if something's wrong. Let's start at the beginning. Maybe you can explain why you were running like the devil himself was chasing you?" |
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| Raiu | Oct 9 2011, 03:21 PM Post #8 |
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The boy looked around for a while, trying to make sure nothing else was around before clutching his head. "Ow! Swatchiflatchie!" He just yelled out some gibberish as his head throbbed with pain. Aparently it was a long migrane as it was a solid minute before he stopped clutching his head and dropped the sword into the left side of his jacket, aparently a scabbard being held there. Now thats a concealed weapon. The boy then looked at the man, still a bit winching, before saying, "Could you repeat that? The throbbing head kinda canciled out all though there." When the man did, the boy answered. "I'm fine. Really. I don't feel like any sense was knocked into me and every shrink I've talked to is pretty damn sure that I had no sense to begin with. Griffin Scott, by the way. "And to answer your question... I don't remember." He smiled. Yep, bit loopy, bit dazed. Not right in the head before or after the hit. |
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| Silent Lobster | Oct 10 2011, 09:54 AM Post #9 |
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Although it was annoying having to repeat himself, Steven found the boy's statements all the more annoying. He seemed to think that he was simply out of his mind and that nothing could be done for him at this point. Steven resigned himself to not getting any answers from this person who had introduced himself as Griffin. Still it was odd that this kid was carrying around such a long knife. "Why don't we try another question then," he decided to ask, "do you live around here? Maybe you can help me out with something. I need to find a place called Wish House." There was no reason not to simply cut to the chase. If the young man was from the town, he may have heard of the mysterious place which didn't appear in any records aside from Joseph's article. Whoever Griffin had been running from hadn't pursued him or they would be at the door of the room by now most likely. The boy didn't seem to want any medical attention and Steven wasn't about to force it on him. If a bad headache was all he'd suffered from running into the car then all the better for him. Although Steven was considering asking for damages for the dent the young man had left in his car. |
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| Raiu | Oct 17 2011, 10:07 PM Post #10 |
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Griffin looked at Steven. Old guy, maybe around time for his mid-life crisis. Hair was most likely dyed with that 'touch of gray' bull crap. Add in air of intellectual and you got a rather successful man. Meaning a man on the lesser end of the asshole stick. "No I'm not from around here. Honestly, I was just passing through..." A thought hit him like a steel toed boot wielded by a profesional soccer player to the groin. "That car out there is your's? How did you get it past the barricade? It's gone isn't it... I can leave then!" He laughed at that before white hot pain lanced through his head... And delivered a revelation. Steven could have been a potted plant from that point on, Griffin didn't focus on him anymore. The right side of his jacket flared open revealing a notebook which the teen quickly grabbed along with a pen that was attached. He then turned over the book to an empty page, giving the man flashes of very very disturbing art. He then started to draw. Slowly a picture took shape, the pen flying across the paper in a seemingly disjointed way, filling in detail by detail a monstrous being. It was human, but only vaguely, only enough to contain only savagery and primal intelligence. It's hair was stringy and long, looking as though it had never seen a blade. It was dressed in what looked like a tattered and filthy straight jacket caked in dried and fresh blood, its mouth seemed to be wired and sewn shut under a iron mask that allowed it to be fed through slots. His hands however, were short, the fingers chopped off and rusty blades of all discription were in its place. It eyes were looking at the view as if to say that he sees its next prey, you. Griffin visibly shook when it was over and looked back at Steven. "You came down the path by the observation deck, right?" It was like it calmed him down, very wierd. |
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