Central Silent Hill (Foggy Side)

[mother_of_god]

[Tasks:
-Monster fighting! There are skinless dogs, pterodactyl things, and apelike dudes in abundance, and all sorts of stores to explore/loot.
-NPCs! If you want to talk to one, let me know. There's a policewoman around, though she doesn't know what the fuck, and a crazy woman who may know what the fuck, but hell if anyone can tell!
-Subplot! There's a police station with notes about the local drug trade. [I'll paste 'em in if your character wants to read them.] Also, ammo.]

Empty stores stretch for blocks, the fog and snow the only patrons. Whatever happened to all the people here, it looks like most of them had time to close up shop before diasppearing- gates are down, doors locked. Wide chasms cut through some of the streets, impossibly deep gouges in the earth. The city is dead.

Comments

[tobeclosetohim]

Apelike dudes are not on Jo's Happy List.

Especially not after they left scratches down her back. And whatever this is on her pants that was splashed when she ripped into their innards with her Dad's knife because they'd managed to knock her gun away.

Having managed to win, though, Jo is making her way down a street.

And, Oh Look!, there's a police officer.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

A running police officer. "My God! Hey! Are you from around here? Can you tell me what's going on?" She looks like she's been here as long as Jo has, with perhaps less action.

[tobeclosetohim]

The freaking out is more worrisome, but not unexpected, when it comes from a Cop.

"I'm not from here. I just ended up here."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

"You too, huh?" She looks around. "I can't tell what's going on. I can't even get in touch with headquarters."

With a sigh, she adds, "I wonder how many people are still alive here. I know there's a guy here looking for his daughter..."

[tobeclosetohim]

"Yeah. Met Harry already over at the school."

Jo'd rather not go into that now, exactly.

Or the bell tower again, if she can help it. If not, well...

"Where's the station, and what's your name? I could tell them you're out here if I pass by there."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

"I'm Officer Cybil Bennet. I'm from Brahms, the next town over." She shakes her head. "I don't think you'll get there- the road's collapsed. I was looking for another way out here, but it's completely blocked off.

"What about you? Where'd you come in from?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

She said it with a tight smile.

"Best bet is to get somewhere safe, and take all the people you can find there with you. Keep 'em out of the streets and away from the monsters as long as possible."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Well. This was certainly different. It had been a sunny day when they started out but now it was foggy and, well...just too damn quiet and spooky. Not even any animals can be heard.

She turns to Thomas nervously. "Oookay, where the hell are we?" She shivers.

[transbender.livejournal.com]

Thomas peers around, sttetching his neck up, hoping to find a good vantage. "Damn, can't see far in all this fog."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela nods, wishing she could see something.

But then she hears something off in the...uncomfortably near distance. "Oh, dear."

She turns about, trying to see...anything.

[transbender.livejournal.com]

Thomas compacts quickly, looking in the same direction. "Whut?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Heard something." She's quiet, listening, her eyes wide.

There's another growl.

"I think maybe...um. Shelter would be good. Damn, I wish I had a gun."

[transbender.livejournal.com]

Thomas fingers sprout claws.

Okay, that's an out and out lie, but it sure looks like that's what happens. In reality, he's got ten little curved knives that he slipped out his fingers, to make it look like claws. Pretty nifty, huh?

"What the fuck was that?"

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

Harry and Oliver are on the way to the hospital looking for a little girl.

Also for pterodactyls. 'Cuz there are those, too. Oliver has his right hand out.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

Almost the moment they exit the bridge, the radio starts up again.

A couple of soft, deep grunts rumble distantly in the fog ahead.

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

Oliver frowns, glancing to Harry to see if he recognizes what could be making these sounds.

He seems to be doing well even with that wound in the shoulder, thank God.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

The leather jacket possibly took the brunt of it. Or Harry is just reckless.

Either way, he slows, shotgun ready as he creeps forward.

A pair of hunched silhouettes wander ahead between some parked cars.

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

Maybe they won't notice them!

...Oliver has his right hand out just in case they do.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

No such luck- one turns at their approach, bounding forward toward Harry. The second follows soon after, aiming for Oliver.

BLAM. The first shrugs off the shotgun blast, tackling him.

[lilmsmiraclegro.livejournal.com]

Claire is holding on to Sokka's hand RILLY VERY TIGHTLY right now. This place gives her the creeps.

"OK, just so we're clear? This is not a standard place to take a girl on a date."

[lemur-sitter.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I meant to take you here," Sokka says, frowning uncertainly. "It's, um.

"Are all your towns like this?"

[lilmsmiraclegro.livejournal.com]

"No," says Claire.

Then, "Really, no. It's like some sort of ghost town or something. You have your sword, right?"

[lemur-sitter.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. And my boomerang." He drops a hand to it for reassurance.

"Do you -- have anything?"

[lilmsmiraclegro.livejournal.com]

"I have you?"

No, Claire doesn't have anything.

"And all my leet comnbat skills from training with Steph and Dinah...

"...yeah, I have you."

[lemur-sitter.livejournal.com]

Sokka swallows, and nods.

He'll protect her. He has to.

"We have to get out of here. Which way did we come in?"

In the fog, it's confusing.