dǫçţǫŗ şɭęęƥ (shone) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-10-05 09:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | ₴ inactive: dan torrance |
WHO: Dan (with mentions of Dwight, when we get to the explodey part)
WHAT: SHIT (Overlook Hotel shows up)
WHERE: Up in the cliffs, a short hike away - come visit! Enjoy nature!
WHEN: Monday morning
WARNINGS: Just creepiness
STATUS: Completed narrative
It was a day that started off like any other (which in Vallo could mean pretty much anything). Dan was up at his usual time, hit the alarm to get it to shut up, dressed in scrubs, kissed Allison goodbye, coffee in a tumbler to-go and his packed lunch grabbed from the fridge. The usual routine and the usual waypoint - he expected it to take him to the city, but...it didn't. He ended up someplace else entirely. Where did it take him, was the question? Those cavernous ceilings, the Native American-inspired floor patterns, and even the familiar red-doored elevators; the space was so quiet, at first Dan almost didn't recognize it. Almost, but not quite. The silence lay on his skin like poison, seeping into his blood and paralyzing his brain. Dilated pupils from fear and then he felt his hands shaking, a tremor, as it all just came rushing back at him - The Overlook was not simply a place of isolation, out in the middle of nowhere during a cold, cold winter. It was a symbolic maze - a vast labyrinth of winding corridors, mysterious doorways, and disorientating designs. Even when he or his mother or father would speak, when he first met Dick Hallorann in the kitchen, their voices echoed - reminding a young Danny of its grand scale, of its emptiness; he always heard faint noises in the distance, objects being moved or whispers, an odd timbre and the hotel's own version of haunting music. Trapped. In a never-ending maze. Trapped in the imposing size of the hotel, its overly large carpet patterns, the mountain ranges - all of them were small and defenseless inside of the structure, Danny especially, a helpless child; the place didn't need clichéd cobwebs or dark corners, because the unsettling creepiness spoke unto its own. He was so much older now but felt just as defenseless, turning and running toward the exit, pushing at the lobby doors and feeling a surge of relief when they opened. Snow crunched under his feet, and it was fresh snow - giving the surroundings the appearance of an unfinished painting. There was no way Dan was going back inside to hit the waypoint (and Jesus, he wanted to literally hit the waypoint) so it was a matter of traversing the cliff path back down. Luckily, the cold and the snow seemed to be isolated to just outside the hotel so he didn't freeze wearing only scrubs, a long-sleeved t-shirt beneath them, and a light jacket over everything. Apparently calling in to work and explaining that a literal, actual nightmare hotel had shown up in Vallo was going to be the first course of action. The second was to call Dwight and explain that he needed some kind of incendiary device now - obviously Dwight didn't just have them sitting around (maybe?) but they needed to make one. They did. They hiked the path back up, set off the bomb (and Dan wasn't going to touch the boiler this time) - The device ignited in a ball of orange and yellow flame, billowing this way and that, the noise reverberating over the quietness of those cliffs as efficiently as a clap of thunder. And yet the Overlook was still standing. And yet... |