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[hymnos_monster]

OPEN
Waking Silent Hill
The Water Prison
Violence, likely.

All of those unfortunate souls find themselves in a literal prison, an outer reflection of the inner prison that confines them all.

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[mycrookedhalo]

It seemed as though they were covering many places in a rather short amount of time. Roxas didn't have a clue what time it was, or how long he'd been wandering around in this town. All he could really wonder was how much longer he would need to be here, and what it would take to return back to The World That Never Was.

Was he just wandering aimlessly? It felt like he was, but everything he came across, those little scraps of paper, the flashlight, it seemed like everything was predetermined. He was merely a pawn, a small player in something that was so much larger than him.

This was a new place, different than the apartments, and all the more unsettling.

Cells: some open, some locked, blood, flesh, things he'd rather not see. And the stench, oh, it was something foul. Roxas had to cover his nose and mouth to suppress the urge to vomit.

[prayforgiveness]

He could feel someone watching him from inside one of the cells, and if he indulged the feeling, he could see a pair of gray, washed-out eyes looking back at him.
The woman behind the door began to push at her cell door, trying to get it open, pale hair swaying with the effort against her thin shoulders.

[mycrookedhalo]

And Roxas, he was rather oblivious for the most part, lost in his thoughts as he glanced about the long corridor, flashlight allowing him to see more than he would have otherwise.

Jeez, were the lights out in this entire town?

It was only when the blond heard a noise behind him, a shuffling and slight creaking as something moved. Roxas was still getting used to the surprises here, and spun quickly to face the cause of the ruckus, shining the light in what appeared to be a woman's face.

"Oh," he said, and his hand dropped slightly, no longer potentially blinding the poor lady. But what was she doing on the other side of the cell.

It was kind of awkward; the only woman he really knew was Larxene, who was the epitome of sadism, and so all of the girls he came across, he immediately compared to the Savage Nymph. He supposed it usually came as a relief when he learned that not everyone was like her, but still...

"Are you... What are you doing in there?" Roxas asked dumbly, because really, he had no idea what to say to a woman in a

[prayforgiveness]

She laughed softly, pleasantly. "Why, I'm trying to get out." She said lightly, her voice clipped with her strange accent. "The latch appears to be on your side, if you could be so kind..."

She had to be nice, had to, lest there be a serious problem, one that she could surmise, happened with alarming frequency in this nightmarish place.

Alessa and Claudia

[death_is_holy]

Well this is pointless. Alessa thought to herself from the cell she was in. Of all the places she could have gone why did she choose this place? She sighed, and started to think of Claudia. It wasn't long before Alessa had an idea of where her friend was.

I suppose I should head for the roof of this place. Once again, Alessa closed her eyes, and when she opened them a few moments later she was on the roof of the prison.

Re: Alessa and Claudia

[prayforgiveness]

That boy is truly lost. Claudia thought to herself as she finally pulled the door open to the outside, squinting in the dirty gray light. It had occurred to her her that she could no longer hear the boy take breath, or his footsteps on the dirty floor

Re: Alessa and Claudia

[death_is_holy]

Alessa was sitting on one of those small barriers that prevented the water from rushing all over the top of the roof. She smiled softly at Claudia, and answered, "I woke up in one of the prison cells, and I got out," Alessa hopped off of the thing to stand up. "I did meet this one woman, but to be honest she wasn't a woman I really liked much,"

Alessa closed her eyes, and continued, "I actually teleported up here to get away from her,"

The raven haired woman looked at the flaxen blonde woman for a little while, then she asked, "What do you think is going on here?"

Re: Alessa and Claudia

[prayforgiveness]

"Well..." Claudia gazed out at the endless gray water. "That, I cannot say for certain. It is not entirely my doing, and I doubt that it is Walter's, either. I wonder..." Her lips pursed slightly in thought, her hairless brow furrowed. "Another of the devoted, perhaps? I do not feel their power here..."

introduction: between the second and first floors

[smokinglove]

The message he had gotten was that this was a prison; well, one didn't need a genius IQ to figure that out and he'd have to give Captain Obvious a reward for sticking to his name, but now wasn't the time. Now was the time to gather information and figure out what the hell was going and where the girls were. Apparently, this place was being patrolled by a power higher up on the ladder than the World Government; but sometimes, the most apparent things could be bullshit and Sanji took any information he got with a grain of salt

[petalsofdeath]

Marluxia moved to the lowest floor, a dark thundercloud over his strong features.
Nearly upon Sanji by the time he had reached the door, he stopped short, scanning the man suspiciously. Would this man just vanish too, if he talked to him?
His jaw flexed, biting back the desire to snap at him, his blue hards hard like ice.
"What news do you have?" He asked finally.

[smokinglove]

Sanji's one visible eye turned towards the pink-haired man and narrowed slightly as he took in the other's attitude. What news did he have? Who the hell did this little punk think he was?

"I'm afraid you have me mixed up with someone else," the cook spat out his words, fully aware of the venom on the tip of his tongue. He wasn't going to deal with some punk who just decided to allow his balls to drop. Not now, not when he had Nami and Robin to worry about.

"Cut the shit and don't give me that look." Turning slightly, Sanji placed the tip of his foot against the concrete floor and tapped it a few times. "I don't have any news for you and even if I did, you aren't my captain so that means that I don't report to you. That easy enough to understand or do I need to spell it out word for word?"

[petalsofdeath]

Marluxia's lips curled into a dark smile at the words.
"Perhaps you shouldn't take that tone with me then, cur." He tilted his head to the side slightly, his eyes empty and blank, framed by a fake smile.
"If you don't know anything about this place, perhaps it would be best if you did not take a tone so sharply. After all..." He moved past Sanji, at ease even though unarmed, "You may only end in cutting your own tongue off..."

[ilumommy]

He was here. Walter smelt him-no! sensed him, saw him, heard his every breath, could see the perspiration as it dripped down his melted-wax, dead dead dead face. Walter knew he was here. And so, the hunt began.
Dark hallways, the constant drip, drip, drip, locked doors, monsters, mere incontinences. He had a goal, a sweet little for his dear mother. A monster, something undead like his prey, was unneeded, a flaw, a blemish on his plan (I AM NOT THE MONSTER. HE IS. HE IS. MOTHER LOVES ME). Something that had to be done away with.

A humming, aimless little tune, drew Walter like a moth to fire. He’s here. He’s here. HE’S HERE RIGHT HERE. And soon enough, a light, ghostly shadow floating down the hall could be seen.
“Hello, Mr. DeSalvo.”

[hymnos_monster]

Andrew turned slowly, as if in a dream, his wide eyes, confused eyes, looked upon Walter. He floated above the ground for a short moment, peeling the years back in his tormented memory, back the the image of the doe-eyed boy that had been nothing but trouble under his watch.
A child that was out of his cell.
With purpose now, Andrew drew close, fists clenching and unclenching, jaw loose and hanging open, stretched open as if to yell, though only a weak gurgling exited his maw.

[ilumommy]

Was it a snarl? A laugh? A cry? Who knew. But the noise that echoed after Andrew’s gurgle was vicious, full of that sort of pleasure that only comes from death.

Soon after, the buzz of a chainsaw and the sick sound of flesh being torn asunder filled the air. It didn’t take long, wasn’t long enough, till everything was still. The gurgles from Andrew were silenced, all that was left was a smiling Walter, blood dripping down his body.

Beautiful.

He had merely been cleaning up the “trash,” ridding the world his mother would soon be introduced into of all things filthy and impure. With no other reason to linger behind, he left, wandering back into the shadows, whispering, always whispering, “Mother…. Mother….”

On the second floor inside of one of the rooms.

[butcher_of_sh]

Often beings become disappointed when they are taken someplace unknown, and against their will. For a creation such as the Butcher however such a thing was not disappointing, especially when you had a new creature to slaughter. The Butcher was inside of a small room along with a strange abomination that looked like someone had sewn two children together, chopped off their legs, and then wrapped them in a cloak

Re: On the second floor inside of one of the rooms.

[keymasterriku]

Riku walked to the door and quietly pressed his hand against it, feeling as it opened outward. Not taking any chances on staying 'in' his cell he walked out into the hallway. What kind of prison was this? One for children clearly, but.... how to get out?

Re: On the second floor inside of one of the rooms.

[butcher_of_sh]

He noticed movement and turned his half helmeted head towards the person that had just exited the cell next to the one that he gotten out of. The subject was obviously male, and human. He wasn't shiny like a lot of the other creatures, and he didn't appear to be useless.

If the Butcher could smile he would, but he couldn't. He started to stalk the young looking man.

Re: On the second floor inside of one of the rooms.

[keymasterriku]

Riku turned his head hearing the first foot fall. Someone? Heavy set perhaps? "Who are you?" He asked the deep scent of Darkness flowing off the person in front of him.