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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.

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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]

[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...

[pediophobia]

Now there's a thought. Though I'm not entirely sure that it's a good one. I shudder to think what may happen if they form an alliance.

[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? :|]

[unsoldiered]

... Okay, that's a good point. Fucked-up places don't need alliances, or else we'd all be in hot water. [A beat.] Could I ask... what exactly this 'gallery' is like?

[pediophobia]

Well, when I first arrived, it seemed perfectly normal. On the small side, but well-kept. They were having an exhibit on Guertena, a fairly unknown artist. Things were perfectly fine, at first-- a bit boring, even, but then... [he pauses. how to explain this next part...] Things began to change. The building went dark and quiet, and the other visitors to the museum disappeared. I'm still not certain where they were taken, or if perhaps myself and a friend of mine were the only ones taken to the, ah... alternate gallery. It was impossible to tell, to be quite frank.

[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.

[unsoldiered]

So the paintings--were they what was causing everything?

[He cut a painting and got attacked by monsters.

Clearly the paintings are conspiring against him.]

[pediophobia]

I believe at least most if it was the work of a certain painting-- a painting of a young girl named "Mary." It seems she wanted to leave that place-- honestly, I can't imagine why.

[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?

[unsoldiered]

Mary? [You're lookin' at the wrong SH protagonist to question that name. :|b] Then she lived inside the painting, is what you're saying.

[pediophobia]

It seems hard to believe, but... yes, it seems so. Mary was a painting. I'm still not sure of exactly what happened in that place, to be completely honest, but I have a funny feeling that it all started with her.