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angela_orosco (angela_orosco) wrote in silentafterlife,
@ 2007-12-04 22:30:00

Angela; Awakening [Complete]
Who: Angela [open]
What: Awakening
Where: Silent Hill Cemetery
Rating: R [for implied things, just to be safe]

For Angela, life and death were not that vastly different, or opposed to each other. The fire itself didn't seem to hurt as she walked into it, so focused she was on what would find her on the other side, hoping that God would not punish her unjustly for such rash and selfish decisions; life was too painful to live, making the fire inconsequential as it consumed her physical body, leaving James behind in the real-world Silent Hill. Upon opening her eyes though, Angela awoke to a world eerily similar to the one she thought she had left behind--fog hung heavily on almost every square inch around her, obsuring her view, but she knew in her heart of hearts that she was back in Silent Hill somehow--she didn't need to see any more to know where she was, and despair fell upon her.

She was back in the graveyard where she had first found James, where he had come across her after she herself had just stumbled across Silent Hill. Was she imaging all of this? Was it all a hallucination? She knew she was sick, that she had "problems", but nothing before had been as real as what she was facing right now. Angela felt the wind whipping across her face, brushing against her alabaster cheeks, ruffling her charcoal black hair as she turned around in place, trying to see if there was anyone else around her, but no surprisingly enough, she was alone. She wasn't much surprised, if a little unnerved by the pervasive silence that enveloped her, except for the wind rustling the trees to her right, caressing the thin branches as it moved past the graveyard and deeper into Silent Hill, which was still obscured by a fog that no sun could burn away.

Clutching her hands into fists, Angela pushed her hands into the pockets of her jeans, burrowing herself into her light blue turtleneck sweater like a turtle trying to burrow itself into its own shell. She knew what she was about to do would do almost nothing, that at the moment she was completely alone, but it was instinct that drove to her to speak, to yell above the winds around here, hanging her hopes on the remote possibility that there might be someone else who was just as lost as she.

"Hello!"

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	OOC; angela_orosco 2007-12-05 01:07 pm UTC (link)
	Mmmm, that's a good point ^.^ I wish I had thought of that, so I'll re-open it :P I haven't RP'ed in a while, so I'm still kinda rusty... (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: OOC; silentmods 2007-12-05 01:28 pm UTC (link)
	No problem! I haven't played anywhere in awhile either, so I totally know how it is. -k. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	silent_npcs 2007-12-07 02:23 pm UTC (link)
	A growling sounded in the distance, the source of the sound obscured by the fog, in seeming reply to Angela's call. The town seemed to be warning her, reminding her that in Silent Hill, no one was ever completely alone. The town had its own, even here, beyond death. (Reply to this) (Thread)

angela_orosco
2007-12-07 11:05 pm UTC (link)

Angela had taken another breath in order to call out again, not having heard the response she was looking for when suddenly she thought she did hear something. A low growling came from somewhere around her, though it was hard to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from due to the fog; maybe it was coming from everywhere, though she didn't want to entertain that thought for long, knowing what Silent Hill could be capable of.

The growling, with the chill brought on by the dampened fog, made Angela shiver underneath the heavy knitted wool of her sweater, and she brought her arms closer around her to try and keep her thin body warm. Was she really dead at all? Dead people weren't supposed to be cold, nor were they supposed to be wandering around in some place that felt so real as this graveyard did to her, but she kept remembering the fire she had embraced, she couldn't have survived that. How long ago was it even? Time held no meaning for Angela, since she held no frame of reference for anything by standing there by herself.

Scanning the empty fog ahead of her, and then around her, Angela tried to figure out which way was where, as the wind worked to obscure her vision by blowing her shoulder-length black hair into her face. Pushing it back with numb fingers, Angela took a couple tenative steps forward in some random direction, unable to remember how she had even gotten out of the graveyard the first time around, back when she was presumably alive.

"The town always brings its own home," she whispered under her breath, for no real reason except that the personality that inhabited her at the moment decided it'd be particularly witty to say, to break the silence that was pounding against her ears, if only to continue hearing a voice in the emptiness, even if it was merely her own.

Stepping away from the row of gravestones she had been standing in front of for what felt like ages, Angela headed into a direction she picked merely at random, gingerly stepping over broken stones and markers, trying not to disturb anything if she could help it, knowing that Silent Hill was alive, even if she wasn't. Her sneakers squeaked underneath her as plastic and vinyl rubbed up against grass dampened with dew, and the branches of a tree to her right tried to reach out to her. Maybe they were controlled by Silent Hill as well; that thought for some reason made her giggle, but that was quickly stifled as the seriousness of the situation imposed itself on her.

This ain't funny, you're alone girly-girl...

Swallowing back a sudden lump in her throat, Angela continued on in her course, continuing to step over gravestones and the roots of trees as she tried to navigate the graveyard not by sight (thanks to the fog), but merely by guessing and trying to summon old memories of Silent Hill. As she moved about, she continued to call out for someone else, but her voice was decidedly softer than it first was, to keep whatever was growling earlier from finding her. She didn't think she really wanted to meet Silent Hill's Welcoming Committee anytime soon...

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