Characters:
silver_pipe &
vatheon Location: Lower District
Time: Midday
Style: Any :3
Status: Open
Heather woke, soaked to the bone, to the noise of a familiar metal pipe thumping to the cobbled streets beside her, spinning with some speed until it finally stopped, wedged between the pavement and a small, knee-high wall. Her hands insintcitively went to cradle her head, brushing her bleach-blond hair out of her eyes and rubbing her throbbing temples. What the hell had just happened? Seconds ago she was kicking God in the face, now she was laying in some ridiculously twee little city? Looked like something out of the fucking Gummi Bears.
"Ughh..." she groaned, louder this time, as she stood up with a bad wobble. "For God's sake..." she grumbled, storming over to pick up her trusty pipe. "This is typical, isn't it? Silent Hill can't just let me go can it? I've gotta be transported to some sort of..." she kicked the wall that had been so rudely nuzzling her pipe "Disneyland rip off..." and with that she looked up and spotted the enormous glass(?) ceiling "What the hell!? Oh my God, you've got to be kidding me..."