The Grand Hotel by morning is only marginally less eerie than it is by night. Outside, though, under the falling ash, there's a piece of Fandom you're supposed to be looking for, right?
[OOC: OPEN, last Silent Hill post, and up early for great... me not having to wake up until noon. Warning, many icons, links, and...pretty much the entire
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She looked in the cloudy mirror. Still herself. Still Death, even if she didn't feel much like her. This was nothing.
And then she squared her shoulders and moved on to face the day.
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Still, he was alive and they'd had news from the island yesterday so he felt slightly better about things than before.
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However. Remember those rips in space that tore you from Fandom? The one from the school? The one from last night near the hotel?
There's more of them now, and they seem to be leading up the hill towards the church.
Could be a thing.
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... And it was entirely possible that he'd made those promises just as much for their sake as he had to give himself an excuse not to give up.
He didn't care what he looked like, anymore. He didn't care who stared or who ran or who followed. If the tears were leading that way, then that was the way he was heading.
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Or maybe he was just so tired, his brain was stretching for reasons to not give up. He was still standing though and still pushing so he wasn't there yet.
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"Those look like what I fell through," she murmured, nodding to a rip and shaking ash out of her braid.
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Or so she'd keep telling herself.
Blending into the group felt like a natural choice. She concentrated on seeming invisible.
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