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towerofanimus2011-08-22 05:08 pm
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Characters: Henry Townshend and you.
Setting: Floor Thirteen.
Format: Starting with prose, will match responses!
Summary: Synopsis and exploration, Henry is once again left with too many questions and no reason why.
Warnings: Possible disturbing imagery, oh SH protags and their memories. Also TL;DR.
The sleep paralysis had been the worst part. When his eyes wouldn't open when he felt himself snap awake, expecting to see the ceiling of his newly moved into apartment. His mind had worked over time the longer the seconds dragged on, keeping him still in the dark and he saw the stark red lines of veins running through his walls, sickly mounds forming on top of them, pulsating and squelching, distracting, until a gray skeletal hand suddenly ripped it's way through --
and then his vision was flooded with light and he was greeted to a sight sadly no more comforting than the nightmare he lived through. A strange room with three untouched beds, a trunk with some of his things, and two pieces of paper that explained very little of the things he needed to know.
Let's all be happy here?
Henry had hoped he was finally finished with strangeness and misfortune once he had helped Eileen move out and gotten a new place of his own.
His first day had been a quiet one, of following the letters advice and going to the cafeteria, taking stock of his things (getting out of that suit) and everything he knew. It wasn't much and his list of answers was rather short. There were other people here that he could talk to, ask questions of, but unable to stop feeling the collar around his neck -- what had he become, a pet -- he decided to take more time for himself.
So today he is exploring and without a trace of irony he can't seem to leave the thirteenth floor.
He wasn't expecting a cathedral. Then again, when had anything that happened to him in the last month been expected? Not a particularly religious man, Henry's still always found the aesthetic appeal of churches. There's a peaceful quality they seem to emit too, even when one is lacking in faith. That church in Silent Hill had done the same, his last visit, despite the evil the town itself housed. Was it even really the town or just the people that had come out of it? He still didn't know and the pictures he once hung up with pleasure were abandoned quickly in the trash.
...did any of that even matter? He didn't have a shred of evidence that town was also the reason he was here now. His world was destroyed? How could that even be true? He feels so tired, he ends up taking a seat in the back.
"What am I doing here...?"
Setting: Floor Thirteen.
Format: Starting with prose, will match responses!
Summary: Synopsis and exploration, Henry is once again left with too many questions and no reason why.
Warnings: Possible disturbing imagery, oh SH protags and their memories. Also TL;DR.
The sleep paralysis had been the worst part. When his eyes wouldn't open when he felt himself snap awake, expecting to see the ceiling of his newly moved into apartment. His mind had worked over time the longer the seconds dragged on, keeping him still in the dark and he saw the stark red lines of veins running through his walls, sickly mounds forming on top of them, pulsating and squelching, distracting, until a gray skeletal hand suddenly ripped it's way through --
and then his vision was flooded with light and he was greeted to a sight sadly no more comforting than the nightmare he lived through. A strange room with three untouched beds, a trunk with some of his things, and two pieces of paper that explained very little of the things he needed to know.
Let's all be happy here?
Henry had hoped he was finally finished with strangeness and misfortune once he had helped Eileen move out and gotten a new place of his own.
His first day had been a quiet one, of following the letters advice and going to the cafeteria, taking stock of his things (getting out of that suit) and everything he knew. It wasn't much and his list of answers was rather short. There were other people here that he could talk to, ask questions of, but unable to stop feeling the collar around his neck -- what had he become, a pet -- he decided to take more time for himself.
So today he is exploring and without a trace of irony he can't seem to leave the thirteenth floor.
He wasn't expecting a cathedral. Then again, when had anything that happened to him in the last month been expected? Not a particularly religious man, Henry's still always found the aesthetic appeal of churches. There's a peaceful quality they seem to emit too, even when one is lacking in faith. That church in Silent Hill had done the same, his last visit, despite the evil the town itself housed. Was it even really the town or just the people that had come out of it? He still didn't know and the pictures he once hung up with pleasure were abandoned quickly in the trash.
...did any of that even matter? He didn't have a shred of evidence that town was also the reason he was here now. His world was destroyed? How could that even be true? He feels so tired, he ends up taking a seat in the back.
"What am I doing here...?"
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Since nobody would give him a damn puzzle up in this joint grumble grumble.<.strike>no subject
"What sorts of things have you been reading about?"
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Said with a totally straight face.
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Definitely not an ordinary kid.
"Oh."
Yeah, he's got nothin'.
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It took him a moment to consider. "...though, I suppose it is a bit strange to be studying at a time like this. It helps calm my nerves."
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Just keep asking question Henry, just keep asking questions.
i am so sorry
"Puzzles, like- oh, how did he tell it?" Luke took a moment, seeming to think, before a mischievous grin came over him. At least the kid was feeling better.
"Let's say there's ten siblings living together. You're the eighth child. The oldest daughter is the second son's younger sister and the third son's older sister. The fourth son is the second daughter's older brother and the oldest daughter's little brother. There are no boys in between the third and fourth daughters."
Deep breath. Man, that was a mouthful! "So, is the third-youngest child a boy or a girl?"
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"...a boy?"
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Luke kicked his legs some in his seat, gripping the edge of the pew. "I'd give you a prize, but I don't think I have anything you'd want, unless you like gum."
...okay he is cute.
Lips quirking, he shakes his head.
"I don't need a prize."
And thus Luke conquers the mind of yet another- I mean.
"...the Professor and I solve puzzles a lot. So whenever I'm feeling bored or down, I just go through and try to find a new one to solve. That way, when I see him again, I'll have a bunch I can try to stump him with!"
A firm nod, and a more distracted glance away. "I know he'll show up. He always does."
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...but he can understand, from the way Luke is speaking. For him, the addition of his mentor would be a positive aspect of this place, especially when it sounded like he needed him.
"It sounds like he's your idol."