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[unsoldiered]

You tell me I could use a getaway, and then you throw me into awful situations. I think I can officially say 'I called it', thanks. Nothing ever goes right, so it's on par for the course. [At least it can't get any worse than what he's already dealt with--or at least, that is a mighty challenge. :|] And no, I didn't really need a map of my house. Why would I need a map for my house? Hell, I needed a map for what it turned into, if that's what you're asking. Jesus.

[wait what are you playing now]

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Origins...? Is that--is that the guy I got a lift from to Shepherd's Glen? [TRAVIS THE TRUCKER WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME]

Is there anyone who hasn't been to Silent Hill?

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[pediophobia]

I can't say that I've ever been there... although, if what I've heard of it is true, I should count myself very lucky for this.

[unsoldiered]

I'd say so, yeah. It depends on what you've heard.

If rumor is that it's a great place to take your kids, I'd call bullshit.

[har har har.

... fuck my life]

[pediophobia]

Well, I only know what I've overheard from my... dear mundane, but suffice it to say that no, I don't think I intend to take any children there anytime soon. Or myself, for that matter.

[unsoldiered]

I don't know what it's supposed to be. I mean, I'd been there before when I was really little, but I don't remember most of it. [He was too busy being half-dead and hypothermic after that awful bus accident.] It used to be a normal place. I guess it just... depends on the circumstances.

I know I'm not taking any chances, anyway. [His eyes darken thoughtfully. Let it be unsaid, there are some unpleasant memories that follow.]

[pediophobia]

Sounds a bit like an experience that I once had. I'm only glad that mine was simply an art gallery rather than an entire town.

[unsoldiered]

An art gallery. [He sort of... gets it. In some way. There were a few photographs, drawings, paintings in Silent Hill that caused him grief, so he wouldn't doubt an art gallery would turn awry for this guy, too. Instead he plays it casual, eyebrows knitting together.] ... Sounds like a weird day.

[pediophobia]

"Weird" is certainly one way of describing it. And far more polite than many that I would have considered.

[unsoldiered]

Well, I have a lot of impolite ways of putting just about anything, but I'll leave that all up to you. [He smiles. Sort of. It's a quirk of the corner of his mouth, but it still counts for something. He hasn't had a lot of humor lately.] Maybe your art gallery and this town should be friends and leave the rest of us alone.

[godandhermother]

[Oh hey there sacrifice you are frustratingly not sacrificed]

Not really. At least not anyone from around New England.

...Travis was the one to give you a lift?

[unsoldiered]

[Yeah funny how life works sometimes]

Great...

[But hey. You know that guy? Alex remembers pretty good, even if he wasn't as lucid as he should've been then. Just escaped a mental facility and all looking for a brother who was already dead. The usual Silent Hill Problems.

Also you're a kid. Kids have been luck with Silent Hill, so... uh. He's a little weary for your sake.]

Uh, yeah--Travis. Travis Grady. He drove me home since it was on the way. Kinda wish he could've given me some tips.

[He just. Shakes his head at that. Because 'tips' for a cult and monster-filled town? Not exactly the realm of normalcy.]

[godandhermother]

[Kids have bad luck with it? You have no idea, Alex. >8| ]

What tips could he give besides 'grab all the weapons you can'? I guess there's 'get a radio' and 'get ready for dead loved ones to come back', but even then, that's not really much...

[unsoldiered]

[His gaze flicks down to the floor. He could've used some of those hints. Or at least a big "DON'T GO THAT WAY" sign. But he guesses it was for the best, considering the state of his mind before he'd arrived in Shepherd's Glen.]

That all would've been helpful, yeah.

[... Little girl, you seem sort of. Sinister. Or something.

Actually-]

So you've been in Silent Hill before, too?

[how else would you know all this, and aren't you a little young to be facing demons and stuff? :|]

[godandhermother]

[Oh gee took you long enough genius B| ]

I grew up there.

[Yup. Grew up with all those demons and crazy cult members and stuff. It was a charming neighborhood once you got past the random crazy person looking for a dead family member and the occasional being set on fire.]

[unsoldiered]

You...

[Not surprising. But it still is. Does that even make sense?

Shit.

He's not sure what to say; was it a nice place for you? Normal? Hellish? Nevermind that he'd never want to go back--should he be saying "I see" or "Holy shit I'm so sorry"?]

[godandhermother]

['Holy shit I'm so sorry' sounds good. Especially with the crazy-ass mother she had.]

Before you ask, no. It wasn't pleasant. I was raised to be part of the Order--you've met them, right? Last I heard, the Holloway matriarch tried to rejoin.

[unsoldiered]

[Holloway.

His fists clench at the name, biting back a few choice names for her. He still hasn't re-cooperated from her stunt in the torture room; even still the leg is twinging with pain when he walks.

That monster--

After having to kill his mother, killing her was easier than it should have been. Is he a monster for not regretting it? Maybe. But at this point, he really, really doesn't care.]

Yeah, I met her. She put a drill through my leg.

No offense, but this 'Order' thing? Is a bunch of crap.

[I was gonna' say 'fucked shit' but then. You look super young. It feels wrong, even if you talk like a casually conversing adult. why are you talking like an adult would, again?]

[walkingalonelymile]

[Harry just kind of smiles in this quiet and knowing manner. He knows exactly what you've been through, Alex, but he's sorry you had to endure it.]

Silent Hill has a way of drawing people to it. I won't ask what brought you there, but just... don't let it follow you out.

[unsoldiered]

... I think I managed that much. Sort of. [He's certainly not a well-rested person at the moment. Is it even possible to be?] It's been a challenge, anyway. Considering it's not a place that seems to let you go. But I'm making the effort.

[Especially since he's got Elle. Having even just one person helps, after losing almost everyone.]

You were there before, too.

[Not a question, because there's no reason for it to be.]

[yardbird]

[On one hand, Murphy had hopes that he'd never hear the name of that town ever again. But, on the other -- it's almost good to know that he isn't only one, seeing all the crazy shit that he saw there. Something about misery liking company, possibly, sadistic as it may be.]

Yeah, I... figured out pretty quickly that their idea of a so-called getaway doesn't exactly match up with a happy vacation. You'd think goin' through Hell in that fucked up place would've been enough, huh?

[unsoldiered]

It was enough. [I know the feel, Murph. I know the feel.] It would've been nicer if she took me while I was in Silent Hill. Finally got my head straightened out, finally walking out of the place, and then bam--memes.

... Maybe it's just written in my DNA at this point.

[yardbird]

Man, that's harsh. I at least had a few days-- ["in remission"] --to get as far away from... it as I could, and... then I woke up on a spaceship.

[What.]

Guess some people are just born with shit luck in their blood.

[unsoldiered]

Harsh is a good word for it, yeah.

Not too surprised at the spaceship though. I've seen some of the stuff these guys throw at us; at least we're a little 'prepared', I guess.

[He wrinkles his brow, unable to keep from being curious. After all, he knows it'll probably be a rare gem to find someone who's been there. At least back home, anyway.

Home being 'Maine'. :|]

What brought you there, anyway? To Silent Hill?

[yardbird]

I'd want to say somethin' like how there's no way to properly prepare for crazy shit like that, but... yeah. Yeah, you're kinda right.

[Almost. Though it didn't exactly make changing hallways, black holes, and rabid genetic experiments trying to chew his leg off any more fun.

[Stupid spaceships. Stupid muns.]

Oh, I, uh... [Awkward. Forehead scratch.] I was in a crash, and wound up there, and... got stuck.

[unsoldiered]

Stuck. By stuck you mean the roads liked to end for no reason.

[His lip quirks faintly, because if there's one thing he could find funny about what'd happened, it's his growing frustration at hitting yet another gaping chasm for a road.]

I hope you're okay, though. I can't say I'm a fan of things crashing myself.

[It's happened once to him. Only he was shorter.]

[yardbird]

Yesterday's news, I take it?

[Murphy was pretty sure that the roads didn't end up that way because of a recent storm. If he had any hopes for a rational explanation for how things got that messed up, he would've wrecked his mind just trying to wrap it around the very concept. Because... Silent Hill.]

Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine. Dealin' with a bump on the head and some cuts and bruises is a goddamned cakewalk in comparison to after...

["After being confronted with the physical manifestations of your ugly psyche. You know, the usual gig. Feels bad, man."]