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itgrowsunchecked, a role-play account for Henry Townshend from the game Silent Hill 4. Must be 18+ in order to interact due to the mature natures present in the series, also happy to interact with canons and ocs!

PS: My name is Jason, I just migrated over to Tumblr. Given that I'm pretty fresh, I hope you don't mind me taking my time to get my bearings.

[lillyli-74]

Cindy Wright

[3000s]

Silent Hill 4, Hospital World

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His grievous expression fairly suited the predicament he'd found himself in; accidently, Henry had handcuffed himself to a stranger and frustration, unfortunately, allowed the key to miraculously slip out of his grasp where it ultimately feel into a city drain.

He was in a lot of trouble, and the person was probably not the happier after witnessing that happening. It just wasn't his day.

[edenflux]

Just a normal TV

[v-jolt]

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :   VARIOUS KINGDOM HEARTS QUOTES.   」     * change pronouns as needed. 

‘ there’s no hope for you! ’

‘ i heard your voice. it cut through the darkness around me. ’ 

‘ we shall go together. ’

‘ i just wish i knew what i was doing here. ’

‘ i started having the strangest dreams. ’ 

‘ a puppet is a puppet. ’

‘ the game isn’t over until it’s over. ’

‘ so you’ve gained the power to protect what you hold dear? ’

‘ your heart shall be judged. ’

‘ different name. same fate. ’

‘ i’m with you. ’

‘ ‘i’m me,’ he says. ’

‘ you really shouldn’t have betrayed us. ’

‘ i owe my return to many. some of which you knew. ’ 

‘ i’m no hero. trust me. ’

‘ i’ve been waiting for this. ’

‘ we’ll never get anywhere with you just stating the obvious. ’ 

‘ trust our bond. ’

‘ i knew you’d come through for me. ’

‘ all shall be lost to you! ’

‘ do you want to scream? ’

‘ it’s weird. i feel like i’m forgetting something really important. ’

‘ there is more to light than meets the eye. ’

‘ i’m even dragging you home. ’ 

‘ your memories shall be mine! ’

‘ i know. i’m ready. otherwise, i wouldn’t be here. ’

‘ your betrayal outstrips them all. ’

‘ that’s right, we are friends! ’

‘ don’t i even warrant a hello? ’

‘ i’ve seen you spaced out before, but this is ridiculous. ’

‘ don’t be ridiculous. i’m here to back you up! ’

‘ the end is nigh. ’

‘ you should share your power. ’

‘ throwing the battle? looks to me like you just plan old lost the battle. ’ 

‘ can’t i bend the rules? ’

‘ i can give you purpose. ’

‘ got it memorized? ’

‘ accept the darkness. ’

‘ insolence! ’

‘ despair shall be yours. ’

‘ you shouldn’t have abandoned me. ’

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" You're stuck in here too, just like me. . . " Nigh a whisper was shared, a murmur easily snuffed by what infernal cacophony plagued all around. The place was once lovely, painted with dreams, a house for those less fortunate; he remembered seeing it on T.V, an orphanage with arms wide open, willing to accept any searching for succour - now barren.

Its walls lived on, old scabs of paint peeled off at the slightest touch as if this building had been abandoned for centuries and yet. . . somehow, it stood the test of time. Henry was seated against a closed door, whilst the hallway stretched onwards into what could be considered mouths of darkness. Any source of light shined from the flickering lamp above him, and he did not appear very concerned by the eerie atmosphere.

Affront his lowered gaze stood someone, or something, he couldn't quite make it for he refused to peer upwards. " or maybe I'm just imagining things again. " The suffocating silence on the hallway served of little help, it was as if the very building itself waited for him to press on in order to face its horrors.

@s-talking / starter

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❝ are you sure you’re alright? ❞ / from eileen

Henry blinked, his gaze shifted from the eerie corridor to Eileen's concerned face. He managed a faint nod, despite them both being stranded in what was considered unbelievable. ❝ Yeah, just... trying to make sense of all this, ❞ he admitted in spite of how uncertain his courage truly felt.

The walls' were littered with closed doors, unblinking eyes, pulsating noises and a preserving sensation of constantly being watched. He rubbed his temples, attempting to soothe the headache brought on by the ever-present buzzing sound slipping between the cracks on the walls. ❝ It's like being caught in a fever dream, ❞ he mused.

Eileen's presence provided a small comfort amidst the chaotic environment despite it all ❝ Why is this even happening to us? ❞ and no matter how selfish that might have sounded, Henry wished this could have happened to someone else.

❝ Sorry. . . I didn't ask, how are you feeling? ❞ A hand found its way to rest on her shoulder, it was gentle touch for most part, sincere and guided by genuine concern.

[ssevencaptain]

"You, can see spirits." he performs a simple konso on this wandering spirit before them, the butt of his sword resting its base on the forehead. The spirit departs, almost looking at peace.

"Hence, you can see me. You need not worry." he has a whole spiel. "I am here, to guide the dead to the after life."

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❝ Are you a spirit guide then? ❞ Henry enquired, not out of curiosity, simply due to the lack of comfort. This man before him, both menacing and large altogether and certainly someone who did not seem naturally as an inhabitant.

A mantle of fog rolled into the graveyard they stood 'pon, shrouding gravestones and space separating them apart. Regardless of his instinct, Henry's eyes sought for something more than just factual phenomenon, they sought for someone who could possibly help him too. ❝ I'm Henry, Henry Townshend. What's your name? ❞ Hopefully they were more a friend than foe.

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Henry's eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the dim light of the abandoned shower room. He felt disoriented, confused and puzzled as to why the ground felt so cold, so harsh.

A soft groan caught his attention, and he hoisted his head up in order to see someone else lying unconscious nearby. The scene felt like a strange dream, the kind that leaves you questioning reality upon waking.

With a determined effort, he pushed himself into a sitting position, muscles protesting the sudden movement. He approached the unconscious person cautiously, before attempting to stir them awake.

"Hey." His voice was quiet but reassuring, a gentle attempt to wake them. He reached out and gently shook their shoulder, hoping to rouse them. "Can you hear me?" He called out.

[itgrowsunchecked]

Henry sat comfortably under the shelter of the café's large umbrella, quietly observing amidst the cascading veil of rain. The gray fabric stretched above him, like a guardian shielding him from the weather's embrace. He was meant to be enjoying a warm brew of coffee, the cup still exuded steam as a warm reminder but. . . his mind appeared seemingly caught elsewhere.

His gaze drifted across the misty street, where people hurried by with umbrellas held aloft, like a sea of colourful blooms in the rain. Amidst the motion, his attention fixated on a stranger. A figure caught in the delicate interplay of rain and cityscape.

Camera in hand, Henry aimed to capture the ephemeral scene. The lens focused, a mechanical eye seeking to encapsulate something slightly out of ordinary. A click echoed softly, a snapshot frozen in time. Yet, in his greedy quiet pursuit for that out of ordinary experience, he remained oblivious to the line he might have crossed – he was invading someone's privacy.

Lost in his intentions, Henry overlooked the potential intrusion, and continued to attempt taking photos.

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Can we seriously appreciate how adaptive Henry really is? This guy, no matter the situation, will pick up a weapon and swing it with some silly precision.

I mean, the guy takes on multiple opponents at the same time and lives to tell the tale!

[leneemusing]

‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS

feel free to combine these with dialogue whether it’s something you make up or from other memes your partner has reblogged. 

[ BEND ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller muse down so they can kiss their forehead. 

[ LEAN ]  for the taller muse to lean down to kiss the shorter muse’s forehead. 

[ LIFT ]  for taller muse to lift up the smaller one and sit them on a surface where they can be eye level. 

[ CLIMB ]  for the shorter muse to find somewhere to perch so they can be eye level with taller muse. 

[ INTERRUPT ]  for shorter muse to stop during the middle of a conversation and stand on a chair/sit on a table so they can be eye level with the taller one. 

[ GIVE ]  for the taller muse to place their jacket around the shorter muse’s shoulders,  the garment essentially ‘swallowing them whole.’

[ TAKE ]  for the taller muse to find the shorter one has ‘borrowed’ a shirt/sweater/jacket etc.  which is oversized on them.  

[ GO ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one and carry them away from a potential/just started fight. 

[ RIDE ]  for the taller muse to give the shorter one a piggyback ride so they don’t have to keep up. 

[ SEE ]  for shorter muse to insist on getting to ride on the taller one’s shoulders.  

[ FIND ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter one by the waist so they can reach something. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter muse off the ground when they hug. 

[ CATCH ]  for the shorter muse to run and jump into the taller muse’s arms. 

[ CARESS ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to kiss them. 

[ GIVE ]  for the shorter muse to stand or climb to sit on a higher surface to demand a kiss from the taller one. 

[  PULL  ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller one down by the collar to kiss them. 

[ URGE ]  for the taller muse to tilt the shorter one’s chin up so they can look at their face. 

[ LOWER ]  for the taller muse to kneel in front of the shorter one so they’re less intimidating. 

[ HELP ]  for the taller muse to use the advantage of their stature to shield the shorter one from something. 

[ AID ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to lift them over something  (  stairs,  while hiking, a large puddle etc.  ). 

[ INSIST ]  for the shorter muse to guide the taller one to sit so they don’t have to keep looking up. 

[ COMFORT ]  for the taller muse to tuck their chin atop the shorter one’s head while they hug. 

[ MELT ]  for the taller muse to lean down so they can bury their face into the shorter one’s shoulder. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the smaller muse to hug the taller one while they are seated so the taller one can hide their face against them. 

[ BLOCK ]  for the taller muse to stand in front of the shorter one to prevent them from having to see something. 

[ CUDDLE ]  for the taller muse to the big spoon. 

[ HELD ]  for the shorter muse to be the big spoon. 

[ TENDER ]  for the taller muse to kiss the shorter one’s head while they embrace. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the shorter muse to kiss the taller one’s chest while they hug. 

[ REST ]  for the shorter muse to lean forward and press their forehead against the tall one’s chest/shoulder while they stand in front of each other. 

[ TOUCH ]  for the taller muse to lean down and press their forehead to the shorter one’s. 

[ PRESS ]  for the shorter muse to take hold of the taller one’s face to pull them down so they can press their foreheads together. 

[ GAZE ]  taller muse is sitting and the shorter one who is standing in front of them takes their face into their hands while they talk. 

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Headcanon: Henry collects a lot of coffee mugs, I mean a lot. He likes the odds ones: UFO signs, odd shaped ones, those that warm up and reveal small Easter eggs. If you ever visit his kitchen and open his cupboard, you'll find more than a dozen odds mugs staring back at you. He is a sucker for that!

[fallesto]

“Huh ..” They looked so lost, alone and afraid. Was this little nightmare they had found themselves trapped within, not to their tastes? It seemed to be very enjoyable, little lost souls falling into such a world, to be picked off one by one until none remain at all, only for it to begin anew with more little souls brought there, for it all to start over, again and again. What a delightful little place to call home.

“Of course, I know a way out, everywhere has a hidden exit, you just need to know how to find it.” This was the difference between them, one was flesh and blood and very afraid, the other was long dead, nothing more than a spirit that had taken notice of him and wished to hold a conversation, she can only speak to those who are alive and close to death itself and for him, well – death seemed to be all around him, chasing after him, wishing to claim him for themselves. “Why would you wish to leave, are you not having fun, it is quite entertaining.” Was this not the human experience?

Life on the line ..

Blood pumping ..

To rests your eyes upon hell itself ..

She could not understand, this was the norm, if he was terrified of those creatures, best to not tell him about the monsters of her land, that devour entire villages with one swallow, chew upon the bones of hundreds, and slaughter the innocent, out of nothing other than complete and utter boredom, this right here, this was nothing to them.

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The young photographer's perplexed gaze narrowed almost at a loss, could she actually hear herself? Did she not see her surroundings, or those things prowling around for their next warm supper? Her fascination with their dire predicament was not only unsettling, it also caused Henry to feel slightly alienated against anything further she had to share.

"Fun? Entertaining?" he lowly muttered, a scoff found an easy way to escape past his lips. This was all just inconceivably insane; her, this place, everything. Henry's tense presence turned away for just a moment, not long before he faced her again because wherever he likes it or not. . . she was the only person coming across him since several hours.

Her mention of death lurking around him resonated deeply. The notion of being pursued by death itself had been a constant undercurrent in this bizarre nightmare. As he tried to grasp her perspective, Henry crossed both arms and made an easy attempt to divert it all into his favour. "Can you help me then. . . just help me get outta this place? I just want to go home. . . " Only one way for him to find out if she was either a friend, or a foe in disguise.

[radhamari]

21121 - "The Receiver Of Wisdom"