Just an average day in town.

Why, hello there. My name's Elijah Thompson. Who are you? --- An Indie Silent Hill RP blog, set in the town's "real world" dimension. Original character used. Questions? Feel free to ask!

[thelakesideteen]

(( - Walks in fifteen minutes late with Starbucks ))

[wegotkangarooshere]

So who wants ta’ get drunk an’ have’a fistfight!?

[thelakesideteen]

You know I can’t get drunk. We’ll both go to jail for it.

[mainephotoworks]

#maine #coast #hipstamatic

[urbanexplorationphotos]

Tall Ship Sunset

[breathtakingdestinations]

Acadia National Park - Maine - USA (by Dave Wilson) 

[dreamonbecca]

I’ve had worse views

[thelakesideteen]

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[e-xitmusicforafilm-deactivated2]

Visit Original Link

[dodobird1989]

A wonderful place to visit. 

[dodobird1989]

[wegotkangarooshere]

starter for thelakesideteen

Jett, with his hands in the pockets of his pants, took a short walk around the town after arriving there. While he did have a reason for being there, he wanted to check the place out once more, on his own.

It didn’t take long to go around the parts of the town he knew, and the Australian reached the same conclusion as he did the last time he wandered around by himself here.

“Yep… Still fuckin’ creepy.”

With his detour out of the way, he went on with what he had planned to do here originally, and that was to surprise Elijah. Jett knew ow to reach the boy’s home from almost any angle of town, seeing as how he made sure to visit so often, so it wouldn’t be long until he reached his front door.

Leaving one hand in his pocket, his index finger and thumb grasping something, the other hand reached out to ring the doorbell, knock on the door, and do anything else that would be playfully obnoxious and enough to grab Elijah’s attention.

[thelakesideteen]

The radio filled the kitchen quite nicely with the latest news, at least until Elijah turned the dial to station playing the forty tracks for the week. He then walked back over to the stove where a pot had been placed on one of the burner. He studied the thick, milky liquid bubbling inside for a second and then reached for his wooden stew to stir it slowly. While it smelled delicious, Elijah knew he should give it at least another ten good minutes, just to be safe. Until then he could start cleaning the mess he made from preparation.

Elijah placed the butter back in the fridge as well as the flour, milk, and bacon. He gathered the bowls and cups used for measuring and then stepped over to the sink. The faucet twisted on while he dropped everything inside and reached for the soap. The teenager was up to his elbows in suds when the doorbell chimed. He looked up from the scrubbing then twisted the faucet off.

Wiping his hands down with his apron, the teenager made his way over to the front door, which by now the doorbell was accompanied by several hard knocks. He rolled his eyes as they kept growing more frequent and obnoxious. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” he shouted.

Could they be any more impatient? Elijah opened door with a frown, only to have it soften right away when he saw who’d been knocking. “Jett!” he said.

Immediately the teenager went in to give a big hug. He pulled away and looked up to the older man, smile big and bright. “What are you doing? Not that’s bad or anything, it’s just so unexpected!” Elijah wondered.

[black-vvolf]

Vincent had to sneak into the hall as quickly as he could and pick up the phone before the ringing woke his mother. He hadn’t been sleeping, exactly, but he had been in bed when he heard its shrill alarm.

“Hello?” he murmured, hushed into the receiver. “Who is this?”

[thelakesideteen]

There was a pause when the receiver was picked up and Elijah was at first confused at the hushed murmuring in his ear. But then he heard Vincent’s voice asking who was calling him and he smiled. So this was the right number after all.

“Vincent?” he asked in a similar quiet voice, “It’s me, Elijah. Am I calling at a bad time?”

It couldn’t be possibly too late whenever his friend was. Perhaps he called in the middle of a nap. Elijah rubbed his nose with a sleeve and then waited for an answer.

[thelakesideteen]

The opened with a jingle and Elijah stepped inside, relived to be out of the rain that was falling outside. While some diners looked from their plates toward him, others continued on with their meals and conversation. Elijah pulled back his hoodie and then walked over to the counter. He saw a few people seated there but paid little attention to them while seating himself on a red bar stool. He smiled as a waitress strolled up to him with her pad already in hand.

“Can I get you anything dear?” she asked.

“Just some coffee, and maybe a slice of that cherry pie.” the teenager replied, pointing behind her. He adjusted his collar while she scribbled down his order and quickly walked away.

It was fairly quiet in the diner. The rain made more noise than the chief grilling another hamburger. Elijah drummed his fingers against the counter and looked around. On his right a few seats down was a businessman with his nose pressed into a newspaper beside him. On his left was a woman stirring her own cup of coffee.

Elijah smiled when the waitress came back with his slice of pie and thanked her while she pour him his coffee. He grabbed a couple of sugar packets, adding them to his drink before giving it a couple of stirs. He took a sip and frowned slightly. They never did coffee right at the Toluca Diner.

[thelakesideteen]

Elijah rummaged through his drawer, knocking down a cup full of paperclips and nearly pricking his finger on a thumbtack. A little ‘ah’ escaped from him when his nails clawed into a scrap of paper and he dragged towards him. He closed the drawer and rose from his desk, walking out of his room and out the door. Elijah stepped downstairs and walked over to where the telephone sat on one of the end tables that lined the hallway.

He picked up the receiver and started to dial the numbers that were hastily scribbled on the scrap of paper. Now and then he paused to see if he read the number correctly before continuing. Elijah leaned against wall as the dial tone murmured quietly in his right ear.

This was surely the right number, right? Vincent wouldn’t give him a discontinued number. Unless he had a reason to. Elijah looked down both ends of the hall and then took a step to see up the stairs. 

[wegotkangarooshere]

Whatever works for you, kiddo. You’re th’one that has ta’ deal with me, you can decide on what we do!

-Jett laughs as he elbows the boy lightly in the side.-

But you’re right! It’s gorgeous here, so th’more time outside th’better, I say!

[thelakesideteen]

[Elijah winces a little at the elbow to his side and smiles back at the older man while rubbing it. He then tugs on Jett’s wrist, gesturing him to follow him out the front door and onto the porch of his home. It is quite nice outside, there’s a few clouds but mostly sunshine.]

[While walking.] I think spring is quite nice around here. I mean I do like summer and all, but there’s also the summer crowds and tourist season...

Say, [Cocks head at Jett.] have you gotten a little more rugged the last time I saw you? [Smirks a little, gesturing his own chin and face to emphasize.]

[wegotkangarooshere]

Oh, yeh! Sure, sure.

//it takes him a bit longer, though //but he finally slips away and Elijah is free in a matter of seconds

So! Th’park. It ain’t too far from here, is’t?

[thelakesideteen]

[Phew that’s a lot better.]

Yes, it’s not too far. We could walk over if you want. Plus it’s nice weather outside.

[wegotkangarooshere]

Sounds good, kiddo. Let’s get goin’, yeh?

//…he hasn’t let go //he’s awkwardly bent over, still with his arms around his friend //god, he really needed attention

[thelakesideteen]

Sure, uh...

[Yeah, you’re too big, his knees are going to buckle soon]

Could you get off of me first? Please?