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Title: It lingers in the darkness
Characters: James Sunderland and Harry Mason
Location: Room, 119
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: James really needs to talk to Harry about Silent Hill. But, Harry may have some questions for James as well.
Day/Time: Day 71
James had been waiting. It wasn’t like he had had a choice really. Harry had been in solitary for a day. Though the other man was back, James needed to clear his head. He had though about eating, but decided to eventually head back to the room they both shared. What most considered as exciting, James no longer felt anything for. Instead preferring to stay away from most people in general. He knew he probably should make a friend or two. He was going to be there for quite a while. Even if he didn’t want to admit it. They were wrong, he kept telling himself. The cops, and his therapist. Nothing was wrong with him. They just hadn’t been were he’d been. Seen what he’d seen. They hadn’t felt what lingered in the darkness of Silent Hill.
Though, that towns name seemed to be floating around recently. Mostly in a dream log and a few comments made by another one of his roommates. James wanted to know what they knew. Wanted to know if they went through anything like what he’d went through. That’s why he needed to clear his head before he’d go and see Harry. People said he had a temper or he was “surly”. So he really wanted to come across differently to the other man. First impressions and all. They hadn’t really talked, but the older man had caught James’ interest. Something that he never imagined anyone to do.
Rounding another corner, James saw their door up ahead and walked in. Harry was on his bed, looking rather frustrated over a laptop. Which he found amusing. Apparently the staff didn’t find the computers to be a danger. They must not have thought that the cords could be used as a weapon. Or could inflict self injury. It was sturdy enough to hang oneself. Not that James would ever kill himself. He just figured a few people would in a nut house.
“Hi Harry.” James said, going and sitting on his bed.
“What are you doing?” He asked with little interest.
Characters: James Sunderland and Harry Mason
Location: Room, 119
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: James really needs to talk to Harry about Silent Hill. But, Harry may have some questions for James as well.
Day/Time: Day 71
James had been waiting. It wasn’t like he had had a choice really. Harry had been in solitary for a day. Though the other man was back, James needed to clear his head. He had though about eating, but decided to eventually head back to the room they both shared. What most considered as exciting, James no longer felt anything for. Instead preferring to stay away from most people in general. He knew he probably should make a friend or two. He was going to be there for quite a while. Even if he didn’t want to admit it. They were wrong, he kept telling himself. The cops, and his therapist. Nothing was wrong with him. They just hadn’t been were he’d been. Seen what he’d seen. They hadn’t felt what lingered in the darkness of Silent Hill.
Though, that towns name seemed to be floating around recently. Mostly in a dream log and a few comments made by another one of his roommates. James wanted to know what they knew. Wanted to know if they went through anything like what he’d went through. That’s why he needed to clear his head before he’d go and see Harry. People said he had a temper or he was “surly”. So he really wanted to come across differently to the other man. First impressions and all. They hadn’t really talked, but the older man had caught James’ interest. Something that he never imagined anyone to do.
Rounding another corner, James saw their door up ahead and walked in. Harry was on his bed, looking rather frustrated over a laptop. Which he found amusing. Apparently the staff didn’t find the computers to be a danger. They must not have thought that the cords could be used as a weapon. Or could inflict self injury. It was sturdy enough to hang oneself. Not that James would ever kill himself. He just figured a few people would in a nut house.
“Hi Harry.” James said, going and sitting on his bed.
“What are you doing?” He asked with little interest.