.o12 [Action/Prose]
(ooc: This is backdated to the morning of the 17th. I wanted to be a part of this event but because of the hecticness that happened this weekend I wasn't able to post. So sorry that I'm late 8( Part of the reason I'm keeping it to my journal and not making a log.)
The fog had been unsettling to say the very least. It had enveloped everything in a white translucent blanket that most would simply label as nothing more than a nuisance, but to someone like James--who had experiences in a place that made something so normal a hellish nightmare; it was less than welcomed. However he had been dealing with it the best he could, despite the lack of sleep and the nightmares that had plagued him when he did actually fall asleep. Albeit a short rest since the dreams had disturbed him too much to sleep for long.
He had left the inn to get some fresh air, though immediately regretting it. Being in that thick sea of mist brought back unsettling feelings and memories. Despite it, he continued on his way around the small shore side town. It wasn't just the fog that seemed painfully familiar though, he had noticed that the people out wandering the town seemed a bit strange. Sure he couldn't exactly make them out entirely with how dense it all was, but they all seemed reminiscent of those things he had left behind in Silent Hill...
In fact, it almost seemed as though the people were those things. The way they moved and the way they sounded... Not to mention they almost looked as though they were a dark gray with almost a plastic look to them. Maybe the fog was just getting to him, or maybe something else was going on.
It seemed as he continued, the more paranoid he became. Even as he tried to start up a conversation, say something to someone, they all seemed to ignore him. Just like the monsters in that town.
It wasn't until he finally ran into someone face to face that he did in fact realize that they were exactly what he thought. That familiar chill ran down his spine as he tensed up, staring at the creature's face. Well, more accurately--lack there of. The monster was just like the one he first encountered in that town, like a man with plastic-like skin pulled tightly over it's head, it's arms crossed under the stretched hide with a single split running from a hole in it's chest up the middle of it's non-face and to it's back. Some green acidic like liquid was oozing out as it 'stared' back at James.
That all too familiar sick feeling was filling the pit of James' stomach as he stared at the creature. He wasn't sure what to do at first and he wasn't entirely sure he was still in Johto anymore. In fact, the buildings didn't even seem like the ones that were just there a moment ago. No, in fact these looked like the shops he had ran past in order to get to Brookhaven, not to mention the streets were paved and there weren't forests all around anymore. At least in his mind's ere anyways.
He was indeed exactly where he was a few moments ago, but whatever was effecting him definitely was placing him back in the most dreaded place the poor guy could think of: Silent Hill. Actually, he believed he was there, that maybe somehow he went home. Well, not exactly home, but he had left Johto.
The screech the lying figure emitted broke him out of his shocked stupor and caused him to rely on that good ol' fight or flight defense mechanism that everybody has. Darting past the creature and trying to find something to defend himself with. The first thing being a broken fence post that he gave a few kicks (Albeit pretty weak ones. Lets just say James was picked last for kickball in school.) to break it free from the rest of the fence. Taking it in hand he was ready to take on this town again.
(ooc: Yeah so Lying Figures to James are basically normal people, who he thinks are attacking him. Anyone who is in Cherrygrove can interact with him, but if you approach him, you might get a face full of fence post. But then again, he might mistake you for someone he knew in Silent Hill. I'm not expecting many to comment on this since it is late xD but if you like feel free <3)
The fog had been unsettling to say the very least. It had enveloped everything in a white translucent blanket that most would simply label as nothing more than a nuisance, but to someone like James--who had experiences in a place that made something so normal a hellish nightmare; it was less than welcomed. However he had been dealing with it the best he could, despite the lack of sleep and the nightmares that had plagued him when he did actually fall asleep. Albeit a short rest since the dreams had disturbed him too much to sleep for long.
He had left the inn to get some fresh air, though immediately regretting it. Being in that thick sea of mist brought back unsettling feelings and memories. Despite it, he continued on his way around the small shore side town. It wasn't just the fog that seemed painfully familiar though, he had noticed that the people out wandering the town seemed a bit strange. Sure he couldn't exactly make them out entirely with how dense it all was, but they all seemed reminiscent of those things he had left behind in Silent Hill...
In fact, it almost seemed as though the people were those things. The way they moved and the way they sounded... Not to mention they almost looked as though they were a dark gray with almost a plastic look to them. Maybe the fog was just getting to him, or maybe something else was going on.
It seemed as he continued, the more paranoid he became. Even as he tried to start up a conversation, say something to someone, they all seemed to ignore him. Just like the monsters in that town.
It wasn't until he finally ran into someone face to face that he did in fact realize that they were exactly what he thought. That familiar chill ran down his spine as he tensed up, staring at the creature's face. Well, more accurately--lack there of. The monster was just like the one he first encountered in that town, like a man with plastic-like skin pulled tightly over it's head, it's arms crossed under the stretched hide with a single split running from a hole in it's chest up the middle of it's non-face and to it's back. Some green acidic like liquid was oozing out as it 'stared' back at James.
That all too familiar sick feeling was filling the pit of James' stomach as he stared at the creature. He wasn't sure what to do at first and he wasn't entirely sure he was still in Johto anymore. In fact, the buildings didn't even seem like the ones that were just there a moment ago. No, in fact these looked like the shops he had ran past in order to get to Brookhaven, not to mention the streets were paved and there weren't forests all around anymore. At least in his mind's ere anyways.
He was indeed exactly where he was a few moments ago, but whatever was effecting him definitely was placing him back in the most dreaded place the poor guy could think of: Silent Hill. Actually, he believed he was there, that maybe somehow he went home. Well, not exactly home, but he had left Johto.
The screech the lying figure emitted broke him out of his shocked stupor and caused him to rely on that good ol' fight or flight defense mechanism that everybody has. Darting past the creature and trying to find something to defend himself with. The first thing being a broken fence post that he gave a few kicks (Albeit pretty weak ones. Lets just say James was picked last for kickball in school.) to break it free from the rest of the fence. Taking it in hand he was ready to take on this town again.
(ooc: Yeah so Lying Figures to James are basically normal people, who he thinks are attacking him. Anyone who is in Cherrygrove can interact with him, but if you approach him, you might get a face full of fence post. But then again, he might mistake you for someone he knew in Silent Hill. I'm not expecting many to comment on this since it is late xD but if you like feel free <3)