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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[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."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

"You're the only other person I've found here. And I'm not sure there IS anywhere safe. I'll keep looking, though.

"Keep yourself safe," she adds, jogging away.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Good luck," Jo said, before she ran off.

And meant it. Less people dead she liked.

She headed off into the darkness, looking for more places. There was emptiness. A lot of empty places. And empty cars. And fucking fucked up shit damageable creatures who kept trying to take her skin or her hair and her body for a ride, who she really didn't have a problem kicking the ever loving crap out of.

There were blocked off areas, still. But she was getting used to having to go three different direction to go straight after the last few hours.

Eventually another place appeared out of the fog.

And just as she was arriving gun shots rang out.

[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?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela knows about the knives, at least, but it's still damn cool how he does that.

Of course, she cannot ponder too much about the coolness of it all, because, growling.

"I dunno, sounded like a dog but...a really pissed-off dog..."

[transbender.livejournal.com]

He tries to maneuver in between her and the source of the sound. "A big dog..."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Yep, a big-pissed off dog. And one with, apparently, no skin.

Which Angela can see quite clearly as it is now leaping to attack.

"Holy shit..."

[transbender.livejournal.com]

"Fuckin' Dogs!" Thomas lashes out with his knives ripping into the skinless cur, blood spattering everywhere. "Good boy, DOWN!" Okay, a little late for that, but apparently Thomas never mentioned his irrational fear of canines.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

That's one thing he hasn't mentioned, no.

Angela puts a hand on his arm, looking around. "Dogs don't hunt alone," she reminds him, backing up. She wonders if one of those storefronts is a gun shop.

[transbender.livejournal.com]

Thomas scans the store fronts, and then grins, a little nastily. "Chainsaw shop. Sound like a plan?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela grins back at him, a little shakily. "A goooood plan. Let's go for it."

They hurry over to the store, running in and barring the door. "All manner of pointy implements of destruction."

Awesome.

[transbender.livejournal.com]

Thomas keeps an eye on the door, using his fabulous stretching powers to jam it good and shut. "Anything good?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela looks around. "Whoa. Looks like someone built the store on a fault line," she says, considering half the store is gone.

But there are still some shelves standing and plenty of stock. "Well, as promised by the sign, plenty of chainsaws. Hedge trimmers. They'll take gas, though."

[transbender.livejournal.com]

"Uhmm..." Thomas peers around the store, frowning. "Shouldn't they have some here? Like, a can or two for display models or something? Hopefully?"