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Who: Alex Shepherd, Lobsel Vith, open
When: After giving Cho his information on Silent Hill.
Where: A dreamscape of Alchemilla Hospital, mental hospital of Silent Hill.
What: Alex has been poking his nose into places he shouldn't. Lobsel Vith is not particularly fond of this. As a warning, he takes Alex to a twisted version of the hospital he stayed in before he returned to Shepherd's Glen. Others have been pulled in, as well. Powers work here, but not nearly as well as they should be.
The atmosphere was suffocating. That was the first thought in Alex's mind as he woke up on the hard, cold floor of a dark room. The air was cold and heavy, an ominous sign in the hot summer months of New Jersey. He moved gingerly to his feet, trying to maintain a steady balance. His lame leg throbbed steadily, almost warning him of something awry beyond the obvious. He began to limp forward, looking for a light, something to let him know what was going on.
At last he found a switch after fumbling in the darkness. Flipping it on, the world became vaguely illuminated as florescent lights switched on, the glow from the glass strobes barely alive from long misuse. Alex gave a curse as he looked around. He seemed to be in a lobby of sorts. Chairs lined the walls of the room he was in. A receptionist's desk set behind an alcove in a wall, overlooking a room that was old and smelled of mildew. This place looked as if it should have been condemned a long time ago. Heavy double doors marked EXIT stood imposing on one side of the room, while a set of swinging doors sand opposite its location on another wall.
Sighing, Alex began to move, to look for any indication of where he was, when he paused. He wasn't the only person here.
When: After giving Cho his information on Silent Hill.
Where: A dreamscape of Alchemilla Hospital, mental hospital of Silent Hill.
What: Alex has been poking his nose into places he shouldn't. Lobsel Vith is not particularly fond of this. As a warning, he takes Alex to a twisted version of the hospital he stayed in before he returned to Shepherd's Glen. Others have been pulled in, as well. Powers work here, but not nearly as well as they should be.
The atmosphere was suffocating. That was the first thought in Alex's mind as he woke up on the hard, cold floor of a dark room. The air was cold and heavy, an ominous sign in the hot summer months of New Jersey. He moved gingerly to his feet, trying to maintain a steady balance. His lame leg throbbed steadily, almost warning him of something awry beyond the obvious. He began to limp forward, looking for a light, something to let him know what was going on.
At last he found a switch after fumbling in the darkness. Flipping it on, the world became vaguely illuminated as florescent lights switched on, the glow from the glass strobes barely alive from long misuse. Alex gave a curse as he looked around. He seemed to be in a lobby of sorts. Chairs lined the walls of the room he was in. A receptionist's desk set behind an alcove in a wall, overlooking a room that was old and smelled of mildew. This place looked as if it should have been condemned a long time ago. Heavy double doors marked EXIT stood imposing on one side of the room, while a set of swinging doors sand opposite its location on another wall.
Sighing, Alex began to move, to look for any indication of where he was, when he paused. He wasn't the only person here.