You’ve come to the wrong place, friend. Best watch your step.
The long winding road that was dusted with ash seemed to stretch on forever, but large looming silhouettes were slowly emerging from the foggy distance. The very pavement beneath him cracks and crunches, unused for a long time, waiting for a visitor.
Up ahead there is something. It looks like a large post…or is it? To his right is firmly planted a sign that says:
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[☼] Everyone has a different Nightmare in Silent Hill:
Each thread will incorporate your own portrayal, headcanons, and the relationships your muse has made with others to make your visit unique to you and equally terrifying.
[☼] NSFW / TRIGGER WARNING;
This blog’s RP’s may be heavy on several triggers and phobias, including but not limited to: Gore, Blood, Mutilation, –(Tagged) Claustropobia, Scopophobia, but may also post content relating to NSFW art and Guro imagery, which will also be tagged
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All are welcome in Silent Hill, from any fandom, Original characters or Canon.
[☼] Has eight years of RP experience:
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I know, I know,
there’s something I’ve forgotten
like a time, a place, a shattered memory.
For me, it’s more than I can seem to handle.
It’s the pain.
My mind is writing on the wall.
Shiroba froze, the staggering woman barely seemed human, hesitating for a moment before carefully steeping backward.
"Stay back." He bit out, the circle of light that allowed him the very sight of her shook with his own anxiety. Seeing no visible reaction to his warning, Shiroba broke into a run in an adjacent direction. He needed to conserve his energy, to focus on fleeing and not fighting.
—”Tch!” The light shook with his haste, eyes darting around desperately to look for a way out.
The only way away led through a long long hallway, lined with doors, all locked with huge intimidating padlocks, rusted from the failed test of time, the windows all fogged up with dirt and grime, this place hadnt been seen to in what looked to be many cold long years.
The piercing click of the high heels followed Shiroba, the nurse dedicated in its pursuit of the one who had disturbed her, intent on slicing them into ribbons.
Finally, a hint that maybe this wasnt the destined end for him.
The door at the end of the hall was cracked open
just a little
with a dim light shining on the other side. barely visible from this distance.
Keeping her gun drawn, Artemis slowly stepped around the door. Stealth was pretty much useless, and the woman was battling the steady voice at the back of her head that was calling her things like insane and paranoid.
As the door swung wide, Artemis surveyed the room, taking in the gaping hole in the floor. She stared down into it, shifting the pistol in her hands.
"Who's there," The soft broken voice rang out again, repeating itself as if a broken record - a track stuck on repeating the same thing until its needs were satisfied.
The rocking stopped - the womans entire being paused in place, awaiting Artemis's answer.
The woman just let out a sigh, seeming to do a quick look around, and going to clean some of the ashes off of her pajamas and her iv pole
Starting to walk as her hold on her her iv pole tightens, hoping to what god there is that this place wont end her or that she get sick from the ashes, okay all she needs to do is find a phone and call for help, that what most normal people do right
The town had absolute silence about it, very fitting for the name it bore. A few cars were parked on the sides of the street and up ahead, a crashed police motorcycle, just left there.
The road drops off into a deep ditch, which continues on the other side further into the town, though to your right is a footpath beyond a gate that is left open slightly, bearing the worn sign ‘Cemetery,’
You could make the jump, but what if you missed? Is a possible leg injury worth it? Though how much faith are you willing to put in a chance like taking a cut through the cemetery? What is waiting for you there?
—{☍}— His eyes widened as the raspy voice struck his ear drums. “Trip—?” He was about to move forwards and free his counterpart when the shifting above him caught his attention his heart freezing in his chest. He could take Aobas severed head disappearing, because the figure that was stomping on the floor above him took it. The breathing mannequin? That was just a trick this…. oh for the love of god this he couldn’t explain. Hues never left the unfurling creature as Virus’ throat went dry and and gripped the makeshift knife and grabbed the gun. How was he to kill this thing with one clip of ammo and a broken piece of glass.
Taking a breath he snapped into quick thinking mode and quickly sliced through the webbing as fast as he could he had to get out of here before the monster or whatever it was caught up to him. It didn’t make any since that Trip was here he should have been back in Midorijima not America. Whatever now wasn’t the time for particulars. The glass sliced half way down opening enough for Trip to move his arms and hopefully get free on his own. Virus wasn’t going to stay and pull him out like a child. Trip could take care of himself in some regards.
Virus knew he’d taken enough time doing this as his hues flicked to the moving mass and foot falls clicking as he floored it back towards the shelved area, maybe he could lose it in the labyrinth and come back for his counterpart and finally get some answers to this creepy ass place. At least that’s what he was hoping on, he gripped the pistol tightly in his, he dare say it, shaking hands ready to loose the bullets inside.
A screech akin to nails on a chalkboard came from the creature, its many eyes set intently on the duo, a hunting instinct raging through its very being.
It jumped up into the shelves, its thin porcelain-like legs blending in with the various mannequin parts like camouflage, the only tell the click of hard doll parts on plastic.
It paused, waiting for its prey to make the next move, judging silently from the branches of limbs who to go after, who to add to its macabre museum of victims.
There was no way to tell what time it had become, it was neither dark enough for evening, nor light enough to be daytime, stuck in a bizarre twilight zone.
Up ahead of that young woman’s location, there was to be heard, a soft pitter-patter of footsteps running away and a figure disappearing into the fog, an easy task when it was so thick that visibility was limited to only feet in front of oneself. To the left was a large worn sign that read:
An extravagant garden was laid out before the young gardener, the large trees shot out of the ground but were stripped bare of all life, save for maybe the elegant spiderwebs that were strewn from branch to branch, like party streamers. Deep muted green ferns protected the roots of the trees, and withering flowers tried their best to grow through the blanket that wanted to push them down.
Ash covered the ground, combined with the gray fog that clung so desperately through the air, setting the mood to gloomy and dismal. A well-built stone barrier holds this darkly beautiful scene in, wrought- iron accessories match the gate that is partially hanging open.
A metal sign is fixed into the gate; the only piece of information this place will easily give up: sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʜɪʟʟ ɢʀᴇᴇɴᴇʀᴇʏ
It matched up slightly with the sign that had been passed on the way here, the sign that said
There was no way to tell what time it had become, it was neither dark enough for evening, nor light enough to be daytime, stuck in a bizarre twilight zone that had no indication of either.
Up ahead of the current location, there was to be heard, just barely, footsteps running away and a figure disappearing into the fog, an easy task when it was so thick that visibility was limited to only feet in front of oneself. To the left was a large worn sign that read:
You’ve come to the wrong place, friend. Best watch your step.
The long winding road that was dusted with ash seemed to stretch on forever, but large looming silhouettes were slowly emerging from the foggy distance. The very pavement beneath him cracks and crunches, unused for a long time, waiting for a visitor.
Up ahead there is something. It looks like a large post…or is it? To his right is firmly planted a sign that says:
