☢ I try to keep an eye open...

[blitzkriegspitz]

Who: Heine and you! Open to all!
What: Heine generally being a hungry, homeless bum looking for somewhere to rest during the Beetlejuice event, getting lost in the Silent hill zone for a few days. Triggering the black dog to show it's ugly face and take a field trip to the caves to try and bring some new ghastly friends back into the city with him to try and scare people!
Where: Around the CITY→ leading onto SILENT HILL ZONE→ followed by the CAVES→ days later, finally ending up back in the CITY. Feel free to interact with Heine during any part of his little expedition! However the course of his journey can't be altered by character interactions.
When: 6 days between August 13th up to August 18th (Duration of the Beetlejuice event)
Warnings: As always with Heine, you can expect bad language, mild to moderate violence depending on who he's with. Lastly visceral reactions and yucky gore.



→around the city

How long had it been now? Three, maybe four, five days tops since Heine had arrived in this shit hole. Being underground didn't bother him so much, kind of how most sick kids got used to that disinfectant smell of a doctor's examination room. It would grow on him. No, what bothered him the most was all the damn people and the drastic lack of the very small few he actually had some semblance of kinship with from back home. He needed to get out and fast, people were waiting for him, needed him even.

While everyone was busy telling each other lame ghost stories, like some overlong episode of Goosebumps, with the aim of scaring the crap out of each other, Heine went off exploring the city because lets face it, he's not one for mingling. Darkness aided him in his mission, ducking in and out of buildings, snagging scraps of food here and there from unattended tables in bars and cafes, to the few idiots who left the doors to their homes unlatched, there was no shame in it as far as he was concerned, heck, if you were dumb enough to leave shit laying around, Heine was gonna take it, finders keepers and all.

Spending his nights or, what he assumed was nighttime anyway, walking the streets alone trying to distract his constantly ticking mind. Oh, how he'd spend his days, in ever increasingly complicated ways. When morning came and people started about their activities again, Heine found a snug corner to get as close to sleeping in as he liked to get.

It was pretty hard going, being homeless, unnoticed and unwanted in this strange yet familiar setting. Not that it mattered much, Heine would easily shake off whatever crap came his way. The further away from her he was, the better.

→silent hill zone

Walking in one of his dazed like states, y'know the kind, when you've gone more than four days without eating anything substantial enough to actually sustain your aching body? In a trance if you will, just walking with no real direction, almost catatonic. He must have looked pretty damn strange, muttering to himself, nodding off while standing like some kind of narcoleptic albino. Still managing to muster the energy needed to push onwards should anyone actually approach him.

It took some time before Heine came to his senses, looking back over a shoulder only to find he'd not passed another person in hours. No candles or lanterns were lit in the houses and buildings he noticed, only his own footsteps in the snow behind him, none others... Wait, when did it start to snow?! Surely he would have noticed a swirling storm soon blowing? Turning a palm upwards, letting what he thought to be a snowflake flutter weightlessly to land upon the black leather of his fingerless glove. Upon smearing it with his thumb, Heine noticed it wasn't snow at all it was in fact ash?

"Don't tell me... The world fell to shit when I was outta it? Brimstone an' ash huh?... Wouldn't that be nice. Guess I got left behind then."

Upon further inquiry, Heine discovered that none of the buildings seemed to be occupied in this area, no need to creep inside this time. An eerie feeling washed over him as he explored, like a cold sweat trickling down his spine, the bolts and collar feeling chilled in the murky air. Scavenging didn't seem to be very fruitful, producing nothing consumable anyway. Heine headed into the bathroom, perhaps the water was still running? If not, he might get lucky enough to find something in the boiler tank. Wiping his hand off the dusty mirror, cracks in the glass like little warped mosaic fractures, distorting his reflection into something obscure, unnatural.

The creak of a rusty tap long due an overhaul and the surprising splash of stagnant water filled the basin. Cupping small handful's, splashing them over his pasty face, checking his image in the mirror before looking away in disgust. Why'd he have to be him? Why couldn't he have been someone else?

It was then, as his head was tilted aside that Heine caught movement from the corner of his eye. Side glancing back to the cracked and shattered mirror, his reflection staring back at him with obsidian eyes, a hint of claret in the pupil, that familiar face he knew all too well. A pang in his chest, that guttural feeling of dread and fear. No. No, not now! Not again! So soon! The panic pounded through him like a searing hot fire in his veins, as his reflection lent forwards, towards him and almost coming out of the doubled glass. A grin ripped through the flesh of its face as the mocking laughter began.

"Oh master, just look at yaself! What a fuckin' mess! What's wrong, no one tossed ya a bone in a while? Ya wastin' away man! Ya 'bout to give up? Go on, do it, let me take over for a while.... It's not like ya have a choice, I'm jus' fuckin' with'cha!"

As he watched in disbelief, his reflection seeming to move and talk on its own, Heine felt his arms moving up towards his face. He had no control over his body. Choked up, like breathing in sulfur, yet instead of coughing and spluttering, he laughed wicked and loud while twitching thumbs pushed their way into his eye sockets. Laughter mixed with screaming, music to the mutt's ears. A tide of hot vermilion cascaded down Heine's cheeks, staining his clothes and skin. It felt liberating as if he was doing what was right for the first time. Listening to the whispering in his ears, soft but getting stronger, telling him the only reason for his being here was to suffer a little bit longer.

Darkness. Nothing but the sensation of his heart beating and a pulsing that rang in his ears. Heine felt as though everything was far away or submerged in water, his body numb, cold, it was as if he'd become as light as air, even as he felt out before him nothing actually happened, he couldn't physically do anything... He was no longer the Master.

Air raid sirens called with a shrill haunting tune as the mist thinned slightly before Him. Traversing the fog slowly and calmly as he stepped out. Taking deep breaths, moving with curios caution, as if he'd never inhabited a body before... Not truly anyway, for a long, long time at least. The dog was unleashed, stray and hungry for carnage... But where to begin?

→caves


Malevolence was drawn to it's own, if only to spread the chaos a little further, like a malignant tumour it would fester and grow in the presence it's kind. Where better for the Black dog to venture than the caves?

It had been days now, since anyone would have heard or seen Heine skulking around the City, not that he'd made any friends, but surely someone must have noticed food going missing whenever he'd been around? The idea that someone as malnourished and skinny as Heine could survive for so long inside the twisting, meandering tunnels of the caves was hopeless. What they didn't know, however, was that he was having the time of his life!

Leaving a trail of death, injured and riled up monsters in his wake, Heine emerged from one of the various tunnels back into the city. Skin tattered, torn to tendrils and threads dangling like rags of clothing from his muscles. Bone fragmented and splintered, protruding from random joints and endings. It was amazing he was still able to walk the state he was in. Yet nothing but a deranged smile painted his bloodied and bust lips. Sections of his face where the soft tissue had been completely ripped off and consumed by some of the monsters he'd encountered. Shoulders shrugging in a silent chuckle, head lolling side to side as he only just managed to put some distance between himself and the cave entrance.

The injuries would take some time to regenerate, had Heine been in his own mind, he would have found a nice dark hiding place to curl up and lick his wounds, not tonight though, tonight there was a stray dog roaming the streets. As he neared a fairly populated part of the city, Heine parted his arms outstretched, as he did so, parts of his abdomen fell away, slick tubes and innards riddled with claw and bite marks slopped to the ground by his feet... Who needs all of their stomach these days anyway?

If that wasn't horrendous enough, what would follow might be. Standing there, in all his guts and glory, Heine laughed, bowed his head and slowly took a side step-

"I brought the whole pack with me~ Cant'cha hear 'em howlin'? Their jus' dyin'ta meet'cha! ... Wanna play with 'em? Huehehe!! Look what we did Master! Ya gonna lose ya shit!"


-Stepping aside, making way for a mass of monsters, all varieties included, there was no favouritism when he'd been pissing them off and killing them. Whether his intentions were in fact to lead the hellions from the tunnels in some fucked up Pied Piper act would remain unknown. What was known, however, was the reality of what his actions had just done. Maybe once the Dog lost the struggle for control over his body and Heine could rise to the surface again, maybe then it would sink in that he's possibly just put a fair chunk of the city in very serious danger...

... And here Heine had intended to avoid scaring anyone this week. His attempts at laying low had massively backfired.