hadriel_logs | Event Log: The Hills Are Silent

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Event Log: The Hills Are Silent

Who: Everyone!
What: The Silent Hill event
Where: Throughout the city
When: June 15th-20th
Warnings: Silent Hill comes to Hadriel, and with it, a few personalized monsters

On the morning of June 15th, a thick fog rolls into Hadriel. There's nothing quite terrifying about it yet, but it manages to drain the city of color, forcing a grey backdrop onto everything behind it. Feel free to go try to check it out if you want, just be careful, because it won't be too long until the sirens start blaring.

There's not exactly a reasonable explanation for where the sound is coming from: Hadriel doesn't have a speaker system, or any warning sirens in place for when something horrible happens. But you'd better find cover quickly, because shortly after the sirens start wailing, the city begins to change. Walls and furniture start to peel, revealing a bloody, hellish version of the city that you once knew. In addition, the monsters from the bestiary will roam the city, as well as a few other monsters that might hit a little closer to home.

Some characters may run into monsters which embody their own sins or insecurities. Some characters may be pursued by their friends' hellish mirrors. One thing is clear: you don't want any of these things catching you. Luckily, it isn't long before Hope makes a post, declaring the god temples as safe zones from all the creatures that are now loose upon the city.

The sirens will fade within a few hours, and the city will fall back to normal, the monsters will retreat back into the fog as if they were never there, and everything seems to be fine again, as if that terrifying experience was just some kind of twisted dream. You can tell yourself that, if you like... but that won't help much the next time the sirens start again.

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[Sure you're fine. If you don't happen to turn a corner in one of those shops to find someone who, the first and last time you had crossed, had almost tried to kill you. Almost.

[At least Rey is not quick to attack this time. She doesn't even turn to Miriam when she picks off some canned fruit from one of the shelves to inspect its contents. This seems safe, at least.

[While aware of the girl and her dog, Rey doesn't turn to address the girl immediately. Pretending to be preoccupied instead.]

[Oh, shit. It's the crazy soldier lady.

Miriam freezes, something going hard in her chest - a rock that she can't swallow, can't breathe around. She reaches out blindly for Barnaby, grabbing at his harness and pulling him close. Gotta go. Gotta go right now.

She spins and promptly knocks over a basket full of strange looking cans. They go skittering away, a racket of metal across the floor.]

[Unlike the last time, Rey isn't compelled by her conscience to fight that urge to go for the girl's throat. She isn't afflicted by Rage's influence, and has no ill will towards her. It's also no mystery why she would be making such a quick retreat.

[With a sigh, Rey puts the can back onto the shelf. Not even turning to face the noise, she says:] There aren't any monsters in here.

[Though she would readily argue herself to be a monster, she is hardly the least of anyone's fears right now.]

You're more likely to get killed out there than here, anyway.

There's you.

[Maybe she doesn't have claws in the normal sense or teeth like knives, but that doesn't mean shit in the real world. Monsters usually look like people anyway. Miriam glances toward the door quickly. She can probably make it if she bolts.

But. She needs her shit.

Miriam lifts her chin defiantly.] Seen any tampons?

Yes, there is that. And in case you aren't aware, the gods aren't forcing people to try and kill each other this time, so you can save your accusations.

[Rey has no qualms with owning up to her responsibilities and accepting consequences for her actions. But this girl's tone indicates that she's still being suspected of something she didn't even carry out when she was being forced to, and that's something she won't have. Not when she already has enough that she's trying to work out without having something else to give her another complex.

[Still not turning her head or facing the teenager, Rey shrugs a shoulder.]

Haven't searched. Don't have any need for them. [She pauses, her jaw tightening.] Perhaps the next aisle over, with the toiletries.

[Miriam just makes a rude face in Rey's direction. You don't sass the crazy soldier types, they get mad.

Well, you shouldn't. Sometimes Miriam can't help herself.] You do anything funny, I'll let my dog eat you.

Don't do that to your dog. If you've got a beef, pick your own damn fights.

[Rey isn't above punching a dog that is about to "eat" her, but she'd rather take it out on the idiot trying to sic it on her in the first place.]

I'm just saying.

[Miriam's not big, but Barnaby is. Barnaby will fuck your day right up. She huffs, then edges towards the aisle with the toothpaste and other toiletries.]

You're just saying, you'd rather get your dog hurt than to deal with a problem yourself.

[True, the dog is big. But Rey was equipped to combat enemies much bigger than a dog. She folds her arms over her chest, both waiting for an answer and skimming the shelves for something that could be useful salvage.]

We can't all be scary. [Just how the world was made. Miriam keeps an eye on Rey just in case, inching towards her prize.] But I got friends, see, so I'm okay.

Fine, then. Get your friends. Just don't threaten to send your dog at someone unless you know for a fact that it won't get hurt.

[While she may not seem like it, Rey is Very Serious about animals. They're innocent, as far as she is concerned, and would rather not have to resort to ever doing one harm if she can help it.]

...

[Her jaw tightens.] For that matter, threatening someone you don't even know in general is fucking stupid.

He's not just a dog. And it's not a threat. I'm just saying. [Stating facts.] It's an important thing to say. So nobody gets confused.

You weren't doing a good job at not making it sound like at threat.

[Rey may be a little on the defensive, more so than she even realizes. She put herself through hell trying to make sure she didn't wring this kid's neck that week. Perhaps she'd just be annoyed if she went through that only to find that the girl would only be a brat about it.]

That's on you, lady.

[Stating facts is just that. Miriam huffs, snatching at what she needs and stuffing it into her knapsack. She'll have to make a run for it soon. Maybe not from the soldier lady. But from whatever else is hiding out there in the dark.]

Oh, and this isn't 'cause I like you or anything, but if you see a bunch of black dust in a cloud, just don't. Don't fuck with that. It'll fuck you up and that'd be bad for everyone. You're not nice, but you'd be worse like that. So there.

Please. You're just as responsible. And for fuck's sake, stop acting like am still going to snap your neck. That shit is over, in case you missed the memo.

[It's natural for people to say things when they're scared, and hey, Rey isn't the most friendly looking person there is. Perhaps at one point she would have reveled in that fear, but that's not who (and what) she is anymore. Especially when fear can be a dangerous thing in this place.

[She exhales through her nose at that caveat, swiping a different can from the shelf just to squeeze her fingers around something.]

Noted.

[Fuck you too, lady. Miriam makes a face at Rey's back. It's not good to be rude to the scary people, but sometimes Miriam really can't help herself. It makes her feel bigger and when she's feeling big she's not afraid.

She has nightmares about Rey, sometimes. Which no one needs to know.] Whatever. You're an ass.

[It isn't like Rey to lose her temper. There are only a few things on her list that really piss her off, and right now happens to be one of them.

[This time, she throws her foot up. And kicks forward. Sending the shelves toppling over the store floor completely and exposing Miriam in the opposite aisle. And Rey on the other side, teeth gritting and clutching the tin can in her other hand. She is seeing red for a moment, before all she can see is the same damned kid she had put her sanity and emotions on the line for.]

Know what? Fuck you. You weren't the only one who suffered from what happened that week. Fighting Rage's influence was a fucking nightmare. Having someone get into your head and make you do things you don't want to do is a fucking nightmare. Even though you were given a fair warning to get the hell away before something happened that we'd regret, suppose you wouldn't give two tugs of a donkey's cock about that, would you?

[That monotone she so often carries is gone, replaced by a soldier's mouth.

[If that didn't get Miriam running or anything, something catches Rey out the corner of her eye. A muscle in her face twitches when she takes a box from one of the still-standing shelves and throws it at the girl's feet.]

Found your stupid tampons.

[She's made a mistake. That's the first coherent thought. Then the shelf comes crashing down and Miriam knows she's in it bad now. She messed up. Made the soldier lady angry and she's not fast enough to make it to the door, not when there's a mess of packages and other nonsense blocking the way.

Gotta survive the moment. Doesn't matter what you do so long as you survive the moment.

So Miriam just reverts to what she's always done in moments like this: drop down to her knees, arms shielding her head. Be small, be very small, and don't let them kick you in the head.] I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be good---I'll be really good, I promise!

[Barnaby dances around her, whining in distress and pawing at her shoulder, trying to get her up. He barks when she doesn't move.]

[Whether or not the girl heard a word Rey had just said, she can't tell. But she's summoned a familiar, primal response out of her, that much she can tell. They've both gotten a little primal, in a way.

[The tense muscles in her shoulders unwind, the rigidity melting into disappointment. It's not like Rey wants to be furious, though. So furious that she'd kick down a whole line of shelves and lose her cool on a teenager who just doesn't know any better. She has a temper, though. Undeniably so. Enough that she doesn't want it to end up fueling Rage, in the end.

[Forcing herself to take a deep breath, she lets go of the tin can in her other hand over a shelf. With the mess she's just made, it almost seems pitiable to put something in place. Oh well.]

Stop that. Am not going to hurt you.

[Miriam didn't have to say anything for Rey to suspect what's going on in the girl's thoughts. She's lived almost a century, and has even more life experience crammed into her head. She has seen some shit.]

[Barnaby whines, pawing at Miriam's shoulder unhappily. She keeps her head down in case it's a trap and the crazy soldier lady is still mad. You have to be careful. They do that sometimes.] I'm--I'm gonna go now.

[It comes out very small.]

[Fuck it all. She can't do anything right, it seems. Rey nudges aside some of the fallen items from the shelf she'd just knocked over.]

Are you even listening to a single goddamned word that's being said?

[She's trying not to get angry and lose it again. The girl is scared, and for good reason. Rey was plenty scared of herself at the time, too -- and she still is. Enough that she has come close to self-sabotage on more than one occasion, which never does anyone any good, in the end.]

[Carefully, ever so carefully, Miriam inches her hand out to snatch the box of tampons, tugging it back under her. She needs those, even if they get squashed.

Stay quiet. Stay low. Be good and she'll go away and nothing bad will happen.

Barnaby sits down in front of her and howls.]

[Part of Rey wants nothing more than to shake this girl. Scream in her face for a legitimate answer than what she's been given so far. She's reminded of drill instructors, how they get up in your face and grill you until you are either a hardened shell or you just crumble. Clearly Miriam falls into the latter category.

[Rather than doing any of those things -- the girl is definitely no soldier, that's for damned sure -- she just takes a step back. A frustrated grunt escapes through her gritted teeth as she brings a hand over her head, mussing up her own short hair.

[At least the dog seems all right. Until he starts howling, that is. Rey's brow knits. People are awful to a degree, but nothing is worse than a despaired animal.]

Like talking to a damn wall.

[She snorts as she straightens herself, turning away from the girl.] Don't know why you were even worth bothering. Turns out you're not all that nice, either.

[Don't sass. Don't say a fucking word, all you have to do is survive this moment. It's going to be fine. Everything will be just fine if she can just make it through this mess.

Miriam holds herself very still, trembling. She peeks just a little, to make sure that Rey really is leaving.

At her side, Barnaby whines plaintively.]

[Rey isn't leaving. Not yet. It's a jungle out there, and her nerves are shot as it is. She needs something to help take the edge off.

[When Miriam peeks, Rey has extracted a cigarette. Rather than lighting it the normal way like a freaking normal person, the tip of her finger lights up, catching flame to the end of it long enough to get the smoke started.

[There. That's better.

[Cigarette in her mouth, she glances to the mess she's made of the store, but doesn't make much of it. With all the shit that's gone down in this city, she doubts there is going to be a fuss. Besides, for all anyone can tell, a monster did it.

[Wouldn't be too far from the truth, anyway. Fuck.]

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