Walter Sullivan (assumption) wrote in silentafterlife, @ 2007-12-05 00:11:00 |
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Current location: | Room 302 // Mom |
Awakening
Who: Walter
What: Awakening
Where: the relocated 302 (housed in Greenfield Apartments)
Status: Closed; complete
Rating: PG
He has loomed there in that corner for an immeasurable amount of time.
A specter within the room, the only other occupant paying him almost no mind. Occasionally the child will approach him, circling warily, looking up as though to discern his face through the long hair that hangs in front of it. Sometimes the boy will speak to him - ask him questions:
“Why are you here with me and mom?”
“Why don’t you move or talk or play?”
“Are you dead?”
Of course I’m dead. We’re all dead. This is the land of death. Nothing here is alive anymore...
The last word is tacked on in his mind with a finality that seems bitter, even to him. There had been living people here once. There had been two of them, where there should have only been one—How had that woman gotten into his world?
It had been undeniable what she was once he saw her—a sacrificial lamb. The Mother Reborn. Another to further his cause.
He knows that the child facilitated her arrival just as the boy had balked him when he tried to end her life in her own world. He had intended to dispose of her body first, and then wrench her soul into his world like the others. Each in their own state of being - not quite living and not quite dead. At least until he could find them there and break them down into what he needed, creating specters that lingered. Separately. The two should never have found each other.
That, however, is unimportant now — Henry’s guidance had brought her to where she was truly needed and had helped take him...take them....the child and himself, home. This was home. Here, in this room that pulsed like the living womb; warm and safe.
Walter looms, as though waiting.
The child—his younger self — split innocence, occupies the room in a much more lively way. He tends to cling to the old, worn, brown couch but often will be found talking to himself - making up stories or talking to the unseen. Hiding behind the old thing, peeking out from behind, indicating that someone (or something) might also occupy the house...Of course, it could just be the overactive imagination of a lonely child.
“Shh. I’m playing hide and seek.”
With who?!
“I’m playing with mom.”
The child answers as though he’d asked out loud. Somehow, the boy feels the need to clarify. The tether stretched between them, it seems, has still not completely been severed. Perhaps the boy heard something, at any rate.
Other times, like now, he can be found kneeling in front of it, coloring on paper he's found...who knows where.
What are you drawing?
“A picture for mom.”
The refrigerator is covered with these - stick figures, rendered to represent those important to him in that way that children tend to do.
“This one’s mommy, and this one’s me. My name is Walter. Walter Sullivan. This one’s the man in the corner, and this one’s that guy...Henry...and this one...”
Old enough to speak. Old enough to comprehend.
And somehow they were not the same.
This is him before, and now they are so separate that it was as though they never were one. The boy, trapped in time somehow, split off from himself.
Let it be that way. I have no use for naivete and innocence. I have what I need, here. This room, this presence. Peace.
But there is no peace. There is a calling. Something that pulls from within him, wrenching his being. Something that tells him that he is no longer safe, alone, or at peace. There are greater forces at work again, greater than even the self-made godlike being he has become. It beckons him with an undeniable presence.
The child is blissfully oblivious, however, he feels it will be best to wait until it sleeps. No use in drawing its attention—it might want to tag along, and that would be bothersome. If his this child is destroyed, will it destroy him? It is a very real fear and a possible vulnerability to Walter.
He must find this, whatever it is, threat or otherwise, and take care of it.
It must not threaten him. It must not threaten his mother. It must not threaten the boy — only he was privy to that position. The child is his. The child is him. The child is crucial.
I will return to you.
Walter wills the boy to sleep — focuses hard, and the boy yawns.
“I’ll finish later. Mom’ll like it better if I nap first.”
He gets to his feet, and pulls himself up onto the couch. He’s suddenly exhausted, and in the way of children, he needs no explanation. It simply is, and basic needs should be take care of — he will rest, and when he awakens, the drawing will be there, waiting to be finished.
I will return to you...
Walter waits a few full minutes — a timeless eternity with the urgency of the pull that he feels.
I will return to you, mother.
Moving slowly, as though he’s just learning how to again, he makes his way toward he door. It’s a shame he decided that he needed nothing here, inside this place, as a weapon might be nice, should this turn out to be a threat. He makes a detour into the small room next to the door. For Henry, it was a laundry. For Walter, it is anything. It is everything. It is an empty room — nothing. And leaning against the wall is exactly what he needs — a metal pipe. Something hard, heavy, and deadly.
This will do.
He will, in time, return to this place.
To his home.
To Mother.
First, he must walk.
First he must find the source of his discomfort.
And destroy it.
OOC:
Yes, it is present tense, and for that I apologize. This is an old post that I re-used from a game I used to play on long ago and the format there was present tense. I really like this post, and I don't have any intention of re-writing it. The game kinks are still working themselves out, and the jury is still out what the general consensus is between players whether or not past or present tense will be the default tense for future logs.
This is still 302, but it isn't precisely the same. With the completion of the Sacraments, something happened - something even Walter could not have predicted. The apartment has been wrenched into a new location - out of South Ashfield heights and into Silent Hill. It's still an apartment, and therefore, still needs a complex to be in, so it has superimposed itself over the original Apartment 302 in the Greenfield Apartments complex (Reference: SH0rigins) to keep the RP all located within Silent Hill itself. Walter'll come to realize that soon enough, though whether or not it'll matter to him or actually register in a cognitive way has yet to be seen. It's Mom, and that's all that matters.