#notthebogeyman

[stuckinroom302]

theanaemic

askstylishcarla

theinnocenceinside

notthebogeyman

Henry didn't know what to say nor how to greet for that matter, he just usually gave slight nods to those living at the apartment with him but this situation proves otherwise. He has to speak! "My name's Henry. How are you?"  The man greeted with an evident tone of modesty in his voice. Scratching the back of his head, a bashful smile came across his face. An attempt at least.

[ponytailsturnmeon-blog-blog]

[ i see u want to visit helltown. we have lovely weather this time of the year. ]

((quite foggy, yes))

((but it's comfortable compared to the motherfucking monsters))

((gee, i wonder what my character would see in silent hill, given that he's in no way guilty.....))

[boundbyscience]

ablackwing || god-of-heavens-light || notthebogeyman have entreated on the facility

The muffled tune of an old radio can be heard somewhere in the decrepit lobby, likely dislodged among the debris; or perhaps beneath the layer of snow from the constant snowfall that managed to infiltrate through the holes of the crumbling walls and ceiling. Said element hadn’t coated everything, but the Michigan weather ensured there was plenty where it lay. Ice slicked over the walls, old and dusted cables for the few out-of-order phones sitting atop worn desks. Even the ancient computers that remained were claimed by the exposure to the wintry weather, monitors glazed over with a wavy coating of ice. What a state this building was in—and the cheery, possibly out of place melody that faintly continued on didn’t quite cancel out the atmosphere. As the AI in charge may have noted though, the element of curiosity was what brought traffic in, and no complaints would be made on her end.

[alexander-kozachenko]

+ notthebogeyman

"I suppose everyone around here has scars. You look lost."