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.

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[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

It's as empty as everything else there. The officer grabs up a stray box of ammunition and reloads her handgun.

"Listen- stay here. I'll be searching for any survivors, or a way out. If I find anything, I'll come back for you."

Before she leaves, she adds, "Keep safe."

[transbender.livejournal.com]

Thomas finds himself a seat and collapses. "Yeah, we'll try that."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela isn't long in collapsing beside him. That chainsaw is heavier than it looks.

She pulls her knees to her chest, wraps her arms around them, and rests her head on her knees.

[transbender.livejournal.com]

He rests his head on her shoulder. "So, do we just sit and wait?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

She sighs. "I have no clue."

All she wants to do is go home. She looks over at him and kisses the top of his head.

"Maybe as long as we stay in the station, we can walk around."

She'd like a gun, but they do not seem quite as effective against the things that roam this place as her chainsaw.

Mostly, she'd like a gun because it would cheer her up. Yes, she's odd that way.

[transbender.livejournal.com]

"Wonder where they stash the contraband?" Course that's where his mind goes first.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Properties room," she says automatically.

Her dad's ex-cop AND ex-CIA--these are just things she knows.

"Wonder if I can find a gun somewhere."

[transbender.livejournal.com]

"Might have some in there." Thomas let's his fingers do the walking, pokes through drawers and the like, for anything good.

"At least, if you want something good."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." She gets up. "Though there's an armory too, if the police need big guns."

She looks over his shoulder, and kisses his neck, almost playfully. "C'mon, let's explore."

Have chainsaw, will travel.

[transbender.livejournal.com]

He stretches upwards, nodding. "But, armory is most likely to have been raided by now, right?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"We found chainsaws. So...maybe not. Gotta figure that the police were probably the last to go, since they had weapons."

She grins at him. "At any rate, we'll get to the properties room as well."

[transbender.livejournal.com]

Thomas grabs onto a ceiling light, wrapping himself around it, and swinging the rest of his body to the next one. He feels comfier up high.

'This world sucks."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Yep, you got that right," she says, looking around for some sort of signage that would direct her to where they wanted to go.

"Properties room," she says, pointing around a corner. She adjusts the chainsaw in her grip.

She isn't leaving that anywhere she can't reach it.

[transbender.livejournal.com]

Thomas scuttles along the ceiling, his eyes poking out ahead of him, just in case. "I hate empty places."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

Several doors are jammed and refuse to open to any force.

However, one leading to a back office opens for them easily enough. There are a few desks with scattered files, cabinets full of cases, and a blackboard with writing. A handgun lies on top of one file, still loaded.

Like everywhere else in town, there's not much sign of any chaos. It just looks like everyone put everything down and walked away.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that kind of freaks me out too," she says, cautiously peering around corners.

All the doors are locked, except for one, and Angela pushes it open.

"Huh. That's weird," she says. She spies the handgun on top of the file cabinet and checks it.

"They left it loaded. That's just...not right," she murmurs. Her eyes go to the blackboard, scanning the contents.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

On the board:

Product only available in select areas of Silent Hill.
Raw material is White Claudia, a plant peculiar to the region.
Manufactured here?
Dealer=Manufacturer?

[transbender.livejournal.com]

"Maybe we should take that chainsaw to some of those locked doors." Thomas checks the drawers and such. Drug, hmm? Might be nice to score some of it.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

Not much in the drawers- the usual office equipment, mostly, and a box of ammunition.

There's a note inside one:
Coroner Seals called. Officer Gucci unlikely to be murdered. He apparently died naturally. But medical records show Officer Gucci had no prior symptoms of heart disease.

[transbender.livejournal.com]

"Hey baby, you might need these." And he tosses her the bullets.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela grins up. "Point out the ones you think would be useful."

She looks at the board again, thoughtfully. "I wonder if that drug is what happened to this place. I know I've never heard of White Claudia."

Though she's also never been to Kansas, either. Who knew what sorts of plants they had here?

She caught the bullets as he tossed them to her. "Thanks."

[transbender.livejournal.com]

"I know Black Mariah..." He shrugs, peering around. "Well, did you see any signs for Property Room?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it pointed this way, but we either haven't gotten to it yet, or it's been locked."