( The perpetual night makes Rose very nervous. There's a tension there in the air, like something's waiting. She can't help thinking of what the town called The Darkness back in Silent Hill β and she can't know how real that threat will actually become, very soon.
Rosa is sitting on the porch of the home she shares with her daughter, legs draped over one of the front steps, facing the cobblestoned streets of Crenshaw. There's a cup of hot cocoa wrapped in her palms, which she takes little sips of every so often. Despite her anxiety, she has to admit that quiet nights like this are... nice, in their way. Of course, there's the fact that those strange meteor showers have been raining down throughout the month.... but they stop after awhile, and things are calm again.
The allergies still have her sniffling every once in awhile, but the sickness and pain of last month have faded away, and so Rose has no complaints. She can finally move around again, and she's been enjoying breathing some fresh air. Sitting out here with Sharon has become one of her favourite activities these days β long hours spent talking, or sharing periods of silence inbetween. Her daughter's gone inside to fetch something or refill her own cup, and Rose is alone for a moment.
Then she notices someone walking down the street up ahead, coming her way. It's hard to see them at first; that eerie green fog makes everything cloudy, hazy, but Rose can see movement. She straightens up a little, staring. Crenshaw is said to be the safest district, close to the orphanage, and there are lots of families here, too. It's probably a person out for a peaceful stroll. Maybe even someone she knows.
...Except something to the way the person is moving seems...... strange. Unnatural. They're sort of moving around with little jerking motions, and their legs seem to be having a hard time. Rose sets her cup down and stands, stepping off from the porch. She's about to call out to see if they're all right when she realises the person doesn't have arms.
Alarm rings through her and Rose becomes very stiff. Her breath cuts off for a long moment; she doesn't move. Until she starts slowly shaking her head, horrified. No, it can't beβ
It isn't a person. It's a thing with mottled skin that seems to convulse as though it's trapped in itself, legs bent inwards, hobbling along slowly out of the fog, and Rose has seen things like that before. She's immediately rushing back towards the house, calling out for her daughter. Not in a shout, however. She doesn't know if The Thing has noticed her yet, but she doesn't want to draw attention to herself. )
Sharon!( It's a hushed whisper through the foyer of house as Rose moves back inside, fumbles for the steel pipe she's recently found, something recovered from a pile of scrap in the city. She figured it might come in handy, and she grabs it now with shuddering hands, holds it like a bat close to her chest. )
There's something outside. Something from Silent Hill.
β Sharon Da Silva (cw: Silent Hill Fest up in here)
Rosa is sitting on the porch of the home she shares with her daughter, legs draped over one of the front steps, facing the cobblestoned streets of Crenshaw. There's a cup of hot cocoa wrapped in her palms, which she takes little sips of every so often. Despite her anxiety, she has to admit that quiet nights like this are... nice, in their way. Of course, there's the fact that those strange meteor showers have been raining down throughout the month.... but they stop after awhile, and things are calm again.
The allergies still have her sniffling every once in awhile, but the sickness and pain of last month have faded away, and so Rose has no complaints. She can finally move around again, and she's been enjoying breathing some fresh air. Sitting out here with Sharon has become one of her favourite activities these days β long hours spent talking, or sharing periods of silence inbetween. Her daughter's gone inside to fetch something or refill her own cup, and Rose is alone for a moment.
Then she notices someone walking down the street up ahead, coming her way. It's hard to see them at first; that eerie green fog makes everything cloudy, hazy, but Rose can see movement. She straightens up a little, staring. Crenshaw is said to be the safest district, close to the orphanage, and there are lots of families here, too. It's probably a person out for a peaceful stroll. Maybe even someone she knows.
...Except something to the way the person is moving seems...... strange. Unnatural. They're sort of moving around with little jerking motions, and their legs seem to be having a hard time. Rose sets her cup down and stands, stepping off from the porch. She's about to call out to see if they're all right when she realises the person doesn't have arms.
Alarm rings through her and Rose becomes very stiff. Her breath cuts off for a long moment; she doesn't move. Until she starts slowly shaking her head, horrified. No, it can't beβ
It isn't a person. It's a thing with mottled skin that seems to convulse as though it's trapped in itself, legs bent inwards, hobbling along slowly out of the fog, and Rose has seen things like that before. She's immediately rushing back towards the house, calling out for her daughter. Not in a shout, however. She doesn't know if The Thing has noticed her yet, but she doesn't want to draw attention to herself. )
Sharon! ( It's a hushed whisper through the foyer of house as Rose moves back inside, fumbles for the steel pipe she's recently found, something recovered from a pile of scrap in the city. She figured it might come in handy, and she grabs it now with shuddering hands, holds it like a bat close to her chest. )
There's something outside. Something from Silent Hill.