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[hymnos_monster]

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Waking Silent Hill
The Water Prison
Violence, likely.

All of those unfortunate souls find themselves in a literal prison, an outer reflection of the inner prison that confines them all.

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From a cell on the second floor, the Dr. calls.

[sword_of_k]

Muraki flinched as he woke up on the cot, jarring awake. The yellow light from the center of the tower was his only light to see by as he swung his legs off the cot, clearly made for a child.
Really, he should be used to waking up in a strange hellscape by now, shouldn't he? He had been doing it for at least a week now. He scratched at his skin, feeling sticky from the humidity.

"Can someone hear me?" He called out cat-like eyes darting in the darkness.

Re: From a cell on the second floor, the Dr. calls.

[sword_of_k]

"Yes, I can hear you." Muraki called back, trying to hone in on the sound. "Are you hurt?"

From a cell on the third floor.

[death_is_holy]

First it was peaceful, or as peaceful as it could be for this town. Then the smell of rotting flesh invaded the senses, and that feeling of peace was ripped away by the smell of metaphoric war. Alessa slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. She gasped in horror when she realized where she was.

The water prison.Her mother had told her stories about this place. In fact her mother used to tell her that she had it easy, because she never had to visit this horrid place. Often this was said while Alessa was being beaten by Dahlia

[fulminatingly]

In the neighboring cell, a certain blonde Nobody slowly approached wakefulness; some part of her subconscious was trying desperately hard to hold onto peaceful oblivion, but it was an ill-fated struggle. She blinked in a way that was almost angry, and shook her head violently, to clear away the last of the mental cobwebs.

Exactly when had she fallen asleep? And why? And how was she now... in this place, wherever it was

[death_is_holy]

Alessa was watching through the tiny window and just so happened to hear from the neighboring cell a door being flung opened. So, somebody had gotten out, huh? Alessa reached to the door knob and went to turn it.

It didn't budge.

Alessa's right fist started to glow, and that ethereal glow grew until she was holding a ball of light in her hand. She hurled it towards the door. The force caused the door knob to melt away a bit, but it did succeed in making the door open a bit. Alessa kicked it open the rest of the way, and stepped out into hall.

[fulminatingly]

Larxene's attention was drawn immediately to the now-sundered door, as it flew open from the force of Alessa's kick. She drew her kunai - and she had but one, at this point - and glare at the shaded archway, until...

...an unassuming-looking girl stepped out.

"Tch," she muttered, putting the kunai away. She was far too high-strung. Whatever. Either this kid would be a useful tool... or she'd get skinned. Either one was fine by the Savage Nymph, really. Two equally pressing needs, and one would be fulfilled.

"And just who are you?" she asked, voice obviously scornful.

[keymasterriku]

There is something to be said for spending a great deal of one's time wearing a blindfold. It meant that the other senses had to react to the enviroment before the sight could. So of course it could always be a lot worse or better then what a person's sense told them

[oceanstears]

Demyx was no stranger to weird and somewhat unexplainable events. After all, if you had told him a few years previously that little ant creatures would tear out his herat, binding him to the infamous Organization XIII Demyx- or rather, his Other- would have called you crazy. But, being what he had been through- you would expect that he knew how to handle this situation calmy

[keymasterriku]

Riku all but drifted by the door when... Oh naw.... couldn't be....

He kept walking about pacing as something to do when he caught that scent again as he walked passed the door....

"Is that you Demyx?" He asked finally calling out from the door to his own personal hell... Cell same thing...

[puffball_momo]

The noise dragged the sprightly Shinigami from her unintentional repose... prompting a half-awake, half-formed comment about the awful dream she had just had. Once wakefulness took her completely, though, she shrieked, simply out of reflex. It hadn't been a dream... it hadn't been a dream at all. Only, now, instead of wandering around in a forest or on the streets or in an old apartment complex, she was in...

...a jail?

Was it a jail?

The beds... they were almost too small for that. Miniature though she was, Hinamori still filled the bed rather completely. How strange...

"Ah... hello?" she called out, almost afraid of her own voice. "Is... is someone out there?

[winchesterly]

Dean felt something fall on him, it stung, causing him to rouse. The sting got a bit worse. "Shit!" He sat up quickly from the cot and threw the leech from his arm. Wait a second....?

He stood up quickly. This was not the place he last remembered being. Where was the strange kid he was with? He was about to call out before the sent of the mildew suddenly hit him like a truck and it caused him to sneeze. Now, he could call out. "Hey!" I really hate being messed with, and I hate this place.

[petalsofdeath]

Marluxia shuddered at the cold and the damp before dragging himself up to sit, jarred into waking by the exclaimation in the next cell. He looked about himself, looked at the mildew and the rot and rust, and sighed in resignation. He was almost beginning to believe he deserved this.
"Who's there?" He barked out, voice authoritative.

[winchesterly]

Dean walked over to the other side of the room where he heard the voice through the wall. Instantly he could tell that it wasn't the kid from before. The voice was too masculine. "Depends," Dean called back. "Who wants to know?"

Was he really in a position to be questioning things like this? Dean thought so. He had to make sure that whoever spoke to him wasn't apart of conducting this mess.

[petalsofdeath]

Marluxia scoffed at the question. "A nobody." He replied, his voice dark, "I... take it you find your arrival here an unpleasant surprise, as well?"

[thetragicprince]

Alucard awoke with the same start he tended to have when someone prematurely opened the lid to his coffin. A stern frown on his lips he sat up on this unholy of uncomfortable beds, a futon on the floor would have surpassed the current bed he was on. He did not know this room, the last he recalled he had been with that small girl. Displeased he sat there and eyed the room for any sign of the girl, or of where he may have arrived at.

[wrathful_child]

Wrath was already well awake and prowling, having woken up in a cell of his own and managed to escape it. He wondered where Dean was....the strange human he'd been traveling with. But there was no immediate sign of him anywhere.

"...Hello...?" he called out once before moving to the shadows once more. Never staying still for too long. But someone had to be around here somewhere.

[thetragicprince]

Alucard lifted his head from his more thinking position before standing up, so someone else was trapped with him. Not the girl of course, clearly a voice belonging to a boy. Clearly to him anyway...

"So you are here as well?" He called out finally. "Identify yourself then!"

[wrathful_child]

"So you are here as well? Identify yourself then!"

Irritation...and then possible hope swept through him as he turned towards the voice, carefully making his way forward, metal arm and leg glimmering faintly as he swung his flashlight forward.

"Wrath." and then he gave a pause before continuing.

"Who are you?"